24-07-2025, 12:23 PM
“I want to fuck you, Geetha.”
The words struck Geetha, stealing her breath and the feeling of solid ground beneath her feet. As the lift descended, a strange weightlessness enveloped them both, as if they were suspended in air. Geetha froze, unable to meet Shiva’s gaze, her eyes darting downwards.
He tightened his grip around her waist, lifting her effortlessly, bringing her lips a mere two inches from his.
She strained her feet, trying to touch the elevation car floor with her toes, a desperate yearning for stability.
Overcome with a similar surge of emotion, Geetha finally met Shiva's intense gaze, shrugging uncomfortably. "Sh... Shiva."
"Just once," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. "If you want, as many times as you like... if you agree."
A "Ting" sound punctuated the air as the car reached the bottom, breaking the spell. He released her, and Geetha walked out silently, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Wait here, I'll bring the elevator," Shiva said, his voice calm, almost as if nothing momentous had transpired.
He returned moments later, opening the passenger door for her. As Geetha reached for her saree pallu, Shiva leaned in, his hand brushing hers as he handed it to her. She took it, still silent, and settled into the seat. He walked around, got in, and they drove off.
Five minutes of silence stretched between them, heavy and charged. Geetha, however, couldn't endure it.
"Does anyone ask like that?" she finally blurted out, her voice barely a whisper.
"I couldn't think of any other way to put," Shiva replied, his eyes fixed on the road.
"But it won't happen."
"Why?"
"Have you no shame? I'm your friend's wife."
"That has nothing to do with this," he stated, unwavering.
"It does, why wouldn't it? Besides, with Sindhu Akka around, why me? I've been watching you since the first time we met. Who looks at someone like that in public?"
"You make that entire public blurry in front of my eyes, Geetha. When you're around, I don't see anyone else. Do you know how beautiful you are today? You came, I saw, and I kept looking at you."
"That's what I'm saying not to do."
"Geetha, can I tell you something?"
"I won't listen to anything. I've already talked to you too much."
"You don't talk, just listen to what I have to say."
As they merged onto the main road, Shiva expertly turned the car around the divider and accelerated. "Do you know they say Krishna had sixteen thousand Gopikas?"
Geetha remained silent, watching the flow of vehicles in front of them.
"Tell me, Geetha."
"I don't need to talk, do I? Tell me, I'll listen."
"I ask a question and you don't answer. You're a teacher, don't you have manners?"
"Yes, I know," Geetha conceded.
"He accepted all of them as his wives and transformed himself into sixteen thousand forms to marry them."
"Hmm..."
"Do you know why?"
"They were all kidnapped women, and they needed an identity, so he said he accepted them all as his wives. So that the world wouldn't cast a blemish on them."
"Not bad, you know quite a bit."
She pouted, turning her face away from him.
"What about this, do you know why Lord Vishnu, who incarnated as Sri Rama and set an example of monogamy for the world, married eight women again in his Sri Krishna incarnation?"
"They married him.”
"Why like Sri Rama and then like Sri Krishna?"
"I don't know..."
"Should I tell you?"
Geetha remained silent once more.
A smile played on his lips as he shifted gears, his hand intentionally brushing against Geetha's thigh. She flinched, pulling her leg away, moving back as far as the seat allowed.
"In Ramayana, Surpanakha desired Sri Rama, but she couldn't have him there, due to dharma, Surpanakha's wish wasn't fulfilled. She came back as Satyabhama in the Dvapara Yuga, having Sri Krishna married her."
"Hmm.”
"What did you understand?"
"I won't tell." Geetha reciprocated.
They drove in silence for a while longer before entering their colony.
"Still no answer for you?" Shiva prodded.
"I got it."
"Then won't you answer...?" He looked directly into Geetha's eyes.
Just then, Geetha's house came into view. He pulled the car to a stop directly in front of the gate. He downshifted, then reached for Geetha's right hand, squeezing it gently. An electric current coursed through her.
"Good night, ah...." As he spoke, the car doors unlocked. Before Geetha could reach for the handle, he was out of his seat, his face close to hers. He pushed the door open for her, then settled back into his seat, his gaze still fixed on Geetha.
She got out awkwardly, her saree pallu and handbag clutched in her left hand, and firmly closed the car door with her right. She opened the gate, and without closing it or turning on the outside veranda light, she began to unlock the house door.
Shiva didn't start the car.
She unlocked the door and glanced back. The intensity of his gaze met hers like sharp needles, making her quickly look away. She pushed the door open.
She stepped inside and flipped the switch at the board near the door, illuminating the interior.
With a shy tremor in her fingers, she turned her head to the left and turned off the lights.
She clenched her fist in embarrassment, biting her lower lip. Her heart hammered a frantic "lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub."
In one instant, a "thud" as the car door closed.
In the second instant, a "creak" as the gate moved.
In the third instant, as Geetha turned to her left, a warm male breath grazed her nose, and hot fingers gently caressed her delicate right cheek, scorching it. Her breath grew heavy, her throat dry, and a small gasp escaped her lips, "Hahh..."
Four fingers wrapped around the fold of her left waist like a snake, twisting the muscles of her lower back. All at once, Geetha's nerves tingled and flared throughout her body.
"Ahh....."
Geetha:——
The world seemed to warp around me. Had he truly arrived so quickly, or had time itself succumbed to a whimsical slow-motion? The instant he appeared, I was swept into his embrace, a feeling my treacherous body inexplicably craved again and again.
His hands found my waist, and I instinctively pushed back, my palms flat against his chest. His body was a furnace, the heat radiating from him a sudden warmth against my hands. Why did he affect me so profoundly? Why did my resolve crumble at the mere sight of him? And how could he be so utterly direct?
As if on cue, a gentle breeze conspired to close the door, plunging us into sudden darkness. In the rich blackness, his fingers traced the curve of my neck, then drifted to my waist, sending an unwelcome shiver through me. Slowly, his hand moved upwards, finding purchase on my left shoulder. I awkwardly shrugged him off.
"What's the problem, Geetha?" His voice was a warm murmur, his nose gently nuzzling mine.
I wrestled for control of my breath. "You are," I managed to say.
His thumb pressed lightly into my shoulder. "Me?" he questioned, a hint of amusement in his tone.
The hand that had been caressing my neck moved to the wall, found the switch, and flooded the room with light. His shoulders weren't just broad; they were powerfully defined, a perfect expanse for me to nestle into. His curly hair, like dark waves, cascaded over his forehead, and an absurd urge to entwine my fingers in its strands and play with it swept over me.
What was happening? Another second, another step forward from him, and I knew I'd be lost. "I'm not in the mood for you, Shiva."
"I'll get you in the mood." His words were a low promise.
"I'm not interested, Shiva." My voice was firmer than I felt.
He lifted my chin with a single finger. "Don't lie, Geetha."
"I don't need to lie. And even if I were attracted to you, so what? Everyone finds you attractive. But I have no interest in doing anything with you," I declared, striving for an unwavering clarity.
He withdrew his hands, a flicker of thought crossing his face. His gaze was fixed on my lips with an almost raw hunger. He had Sindhu, a beautiful wife. Why he still desire me? So strong, he couldn't even conceal it, stating it outright. What was I to make of him? Was it simply the arrogance of his undeniable good looks?
"Attraction is a very tame word," he said, his eyes conveying the short distance between us. "...is this it?" And just like that, the unspoken conversation between us resumed.
Why hadn't I stepped back when he was still so close?’
"Think whatever you want, Shiva. You might think this way, but I can't. We don't even have three acquaintances between us."
He took a step forward, his hand once again reaching for my face. But to step back now would betray my fear of yielding. I held my ground. His right thumb brushed against my lips, and his gaze intensified, his voice softening to a near whisper. Taking a shallow breath, he continued, "Getting close to you, flirting you into it—I can't do any of that. If you agree, I have a lot in store for our intimacy tonight. I'll show you."
He had completely abandoned subtlety, utterly devoid of sense.
"I said I'm not interested, Shiva. Do I need to say it a second time? I have college tomorrow, stop your discussion and leave; I have my own things to do."
Geetha’s words echoes the presence.
Next moment door opened, he left like an intimidating shadow disappearing into street light.
.
.
.
.
To be continued……..
The words struck Geetha, stealing her breath and the feeling of solid ground beneath her feet. As the lift descended, a strange weightlessness enveloped them both, as if they were suspended in air. Geetha froze, unable to meet Shiva’s gaze, her eyes darting downwards.
He tightened his grip around her waist, lifting her effortlessly, bringing her lips a mere two inches from his.
She strained her feet, trying to touch the elevation car floor with her toes, a desperate yearning for stability.
Overcome with a similar surge of emotion, Geetha finally met Shiva's intense gaze, shrugging uncomfortably. "Sh... Shiva."
"Just once," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. "If you want, as many times as you like... if you agree."
A "Ting" sound punctuated the air as the car reached the bottom, breaking the spell. He released her, and Geetha walked out silently, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Wait here, I'll bring the elevator," Shiva said, his voice calm, almost as if nothing momentous had transpired.
He returned moments later, opening the passenger door for her. As Geetha reached for her saree pallu, Shiva leaned in, his hand brushing hers as he handed it to her. She took it, still silent, and settled into the seat. He walked around, got in, and they drove off.
Five minutes of silence stretched between them, heavy and charged. Geetha, however, couldn't endure it.
"Does anyone ask like that?" she finally blurted out, her voice barely a whisper.
"I couldn't think of any other way to put," Shiva replied, his eyes fixed on the road.
"But it won't happen."
"Why?"
"Have you no shame? I'm your friend's wife."
"That has nothing to do with this," he stated, unwavering.
"It does, why wouldn't it? Besides, with Sindhu Akka around, why me? I've been watching you since the first time we met. Who looks at someone like that in public?"
"You make that entire public blurry in front of my eyes, Geetha. When you're around, I don't see anyone else. Do you know how beautiful you are today? You came, I saw, and I kept looking at you."
"That's what I'm saying not to do."
"Geetha, can I tell you something?"
"I won't listen to anything. I've already talked to you too much."
"You don't talk, just listen to what I have to say."
‘Oh, he's not letting me win at all.’
As they merged onto the main road, Shiva expertly turned the car around the divider and accelerated. "Do you know they say Krishna had sixteen thousand Gopikas?"
Geetha remained silent, watching the flow of vehicles in front of them.
"Tell me, Geetha."
"I don't need to talk, do I? Tell me, I'll listen."
"I ask a question and you don't answer. You're a teacher, don't you have manners?"
‘Uf... he is unavoidable...’
"Yes, I know," Geetha conceded.
"He accepted all of them as his wives and transformed himself into sixteen thousand forms to marry them."
"Hmm..."
"Do you know why?"
"They were all kidnapped women, and they needed an identity, so he said he accepted them all as his wives. So that the world wouldn't cast a blemish on them."
"Not bad, you know quite a bit."
She pouted, turning her face away from him.
"What about this, do you know why Lord Vishnu, who incarnated as Sri Rama and set an example of monogamy for the world, married eight women again in his Sri Krishna incarnation?"
"They married him.”
"Why like Sri Rama and then like Sri Krishna?"
"I don't know..."
"Should I tell you?"
Geetha remained silent once more.
A smile played on his lips as he shifted gears, his hand intentionally brushing against Geetha's thigh. She flinched, pulling her leg away, moving back as far as the seat allowed.
"In Ramayana, Surpanakha desired Sri Rama, but she couldn't have him there, due to dharma, Surpanakha's wish wasn't fulfilled. She came back as Satyabhama in the Dvapara Yuga, having Sri Krishna married her."
"Hmm.”
"What did you understand?"
"I won't tell." Geetha reciprocated.
They drove in silence for a while longer before entering their colony.
"Still no answer for you?" Shiva prodded.
"I got it."
"Then won't you answer...?" He looked directly into Geetha's eyes.
Just then, Geetha's house came into view. He pulled the car to a stop directly in front of the gate. He downshifted, then reached for Geetha's right hand, squeezing it gently. An electric current coursed through her.
"Good night, ah...." As he spoke, the car doors unlocked. Before Geetha could reach for the handle, he was out of his seat, his face close to hers. He pushed the door open for her, then settled back into his seat, his gaze still fixed on Geetha.
She got out awkwardly, her saree pallu and handbag clutched in her left hand, and firmly closed the car door with her right. She opened the gate, and without closing it or turning on the outside veranda light, she began to unlock the house door.
Shiva didn't start the car.
She unlocked the door and glanced back. The intensity of his gaze met hers like sharp needles, making her quickly look away. She pushed the door open.
‘Why is he looking like that?
What is he even thinking?
Does he think I'll invite him inside now?
Is he still watching?
I feel like he's touching my back.’
She stepped inside and flipped the switch at the board near the door, illuminating the interior.
‘Don't look, Geetha, don't pay attention.’
With a shy tremor in her fingers, she turned her head to the left and turned off the lights.
She clenched her fist in embarrassment, biting her lower lip. Her heart hammered a frantic "lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub."
In one instant, a "thud" as the car door closed.
In the second instant, a "creak" as the gate moved.
In the third instant, as Geetha turned to her left, a warm male breath grazed her nose, and hot fingers gently caressed her delicate right cheek, scorching it. Her breath grew heavy, her throat dry, and a small gasp escaped her lips, "Hahh..."
Four fingers wrapped around the fold of her left waist like a snake, twisting the muscles of her lower back. All at once, Geetha's nerves tingled and flared throughout her body.
"Ahh....."
Geetha:——
The world seemed to warp around me. Had he truly arrived so quickly, or had time itself succumbed to a whimsical slow-motion? The instant he appeared, I was swept into his embrace, a feeling my treacherous body inexplicably craved again and again.
His hands found my waist, and I instinctively pushed back, my palms flat against his chest. His body was a furnace, the heat radiating from him a sudden warmth against my hands. Why did he affect me so profoundly? Why did my resolve crumble at the mere sight of him? And how could he be so utterly direct?
As if on cue, a gentle breeze conspired to close the door, plunging us into sudden darkness. In the rich blackness, his fingers traced the curve of my neck, then drifted to my waist, sending an unwelcome shiver through me. Slowly, his hand moved upwards, finding purchase on my left shoulder. I awkwardly shrugged him off.
"What's the problem, Geetha?" His voice was a warm murmur, his nose gently nuzzling mine.
I wrestled for control of my breath. "You are," I managed to say.
His thumb pressed lightly into my shoulder. "Me?" he questioned, a hint of amusement in his tone.
The hand that had been caressing my neck moved to the wall, found the switch, and flooded the room with light. His shoulders weren't just broad; they were powerfully defined, a perfect expanse for me to nestle into. His curly hair, like dark waves, cascaded over his forehead, and an absurd urge to entwine my fingers in its strands and play with it swept over me.
What was happening? Another second, another step forward from him, and I knew I'd be lost. "I'm not in the mood for you, Shiva."
"I'll get you in the mood." His words were a low promise.
"I'm not interested, Shiva." My voice was firmer than I felt.
He lifted my chin with a single finger. "Don't lie, Geetha."
"I don't need to lie. And even if I were attracted to you, so what? Everyone finds you attractive. But I have no interest in doing anything with you," I declared, striving for an unwavering clarity.
He withdrew his hands, a flicker of thought crossing his face. His gaze was fixed on my lips with an almost raw hunger. He had Sindhu, a beautiful wife. Why he still desire me? So strong, he couldn't even conceal it, stating it outright. What was I to make of him? Was it simply the arrogance of his undeniable good looks?
"Attraction is a very tame word," he said, his eyes conveying the short distance between us. "...is this it?" And just like that, the unspoken conversation between us resumed.
Why hadn't I stepped back when he was still so close?’
"Think whatever you want, Shiva. You might think this way, but I can't. We don't even have three acquaintances between us."
He took a step forward, his hand once again reaching for my face. But to step back now would betray my fear of yielding. I held my ground. His right thumb brushed against my lips, and his gaze intensified, his voice softening to a near whisper. Taking a shallow breath, he continued, "Getting close to you, flirting you into it—I can't do any of that. If you agree, I have a lot in store for our intimacy tonight. I'll show you."
He had completely abandoned subtlety, utterly devoid of sense.
"I said I'm not interested, Shiva. Do I need to say it a second time? I have college tomorrow, stop your discussion and leave; I have my own things to do."
Geetha’s words echoes the presence.
Next moment door opened, he left like an intimidating shadow disappearing into street light.
.
.
.
.
To be continued……..
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