Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

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The evening wind carried a hint of the city's nightlife as everyone emerged from the show. The growling of stomachs signaled it was dinner time, and Geeta, ever the gracious host, offered to treat. Soon, they were settled in a restaurant, each ordering to their heart's content. Afterward, Ramya and Bharat piled into Geeta's car. At Ramya's doorstep, she bid them farewell. "I'll take my leave, Geeta. Bye, Bharat."

"Good night, Miss," Bharat replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.

The moment Ramya disappeared inside, Geeta started the car. But before she could pull away, Bharat, who had been in the backseat, lunged forward and planted a kiss on her left cheek. 

A furious Geeta reacted instantly, pushing his face away with a firm hand and scolding him. Bharat's cheerful demeanor crumpled, and he slumped back, pouting.

As Geeta approached an intersection, signaling to turn left, Bharat mumbled, "Miss, drop me here. I'll go home."

Ignoring him, she drove straight to her own house. The car idled to a stop, and Bharat, still sulking, got out and opened the gate. Geeta exited the car, locked it, and was about to unlock her front door when Bharat, rooted by the gate, announced, "Miss, I'm going."

"Go," Geeta replied curtly.

"I'm really going, good night," he insisted, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Yes, go, good night," she reiterated, turning her back and walking into the house.

As she stepped inside, Bharat swiftly closed the gate and the front door. Then, with surprising speed, he was behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, just below her boobs, pulling her into a tight hug. 

A sudden warmth spread through Geeta, a pleasant contrast to the cool night air.

"Sorry, Miss," Bharat whispered.

"You're getting too mischievous, puppy," Geeta chided, but the anger had evaporated from her voice.

At the word "puppy," the gloom on Bharat's face vanished, replaced by a radiant smile. He moved forward, and Geeta, a faint blush on her cheeks, returned his smile.

"Miss, you're not angry, are you? You were just teasing me, weren't you?" Bharat pressed, his voice hopeful.

Blushing deeper, she offered a soft smile and nodded, a vertical movement of her head. Bharat's gaze lingered on her reddened cheeks, her roseate lips, the sparkle in her eyes, and the shy tilt of her head. 

He couldn't resist. His hands cupped her face. Geeta lifted her eyelids, her eyes meeting his. Bharat's eyes were filled with a dazed, profound intensity.

"You are so cute, Miss," he murmured.

She lowered her face, shyness overwhelming her. "How many times will you say that?"

"I'll say it as many times as I want. No one has as much cuteness as my Geeta Miss."

"Hey... Enough talk. Go wash your hands and feet. I need to wash my face too," Geeta said, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy.

"Miss, if you wash your face, your lipstick will come off," Bharat pointed out, a glint of mischief returning.

Geeta decided to play along. "Let it go, I'll put on lip balm at night anyway."

"That's not it, Miss," he countered.

"What's not it? Go and wash up first; we've been outside."

"Miss..." He moved closer, his lips nearing hers.

"What, still going?" Geeta asked, a hint of breathlessness in her voice.

"You don't like it, Miss?"

“Hmm... what's this change in him? Did I give him too much familiarity?”


"Miss, I said sorry. Why are you still upset? Hit me again if I do it, okay? I even like being hit by you."

"Aha... you've gone too far," Geeta said, a teasing note in her voice.

"I like you, Miss... Your lips look so good today."

"So?"

“I have to give in somehow. I want to give in.”

Slowly, she placed her hands on Bharat's shoulders and leaned him gently against the wall beside her. Bharat looked at her with a hint of relief, a faint smile gracing his lips.

"Miss, if you kiss me every day, I'll study well," he proposed.

"What if I don't?"

"I'll still study. You like me studying, don't you, Miss?"

With that single sentence, he scored major points with Geeta. Her face glowed in the tube light's gentle illumination. Her hair swayed in the fan's breeze. Bharat, with his right hand, brushed it back, his gaze intoxicating as he leaned his face forward, showering her lips with his warm breath, making Geeta feel dizzy.

"Bharat, I'm your teacher. Don't ask me that," she murmured.

"Miss, what about our friendship?"

"Hmm..."

"If you don't like it, I won't ask, Miss. I won't bother you," he promised.

"I know," Geeta said softly.

"I want to sleep all night like a puppy, smelling you and with my hand on your waist, Miss."

"I don't think you'll sleep," Geeta replied, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Then what do you think I'll do?"

"Uh-huh..." She shook her head horizontally, a wave of shyness washing over her.

"Tell me, Miss, what do you want me to do?" Bharat pressed.

"Shut up, naughty fellow."

"Lick your belly button?"

"Hey..."

"Lick your armpit?"

"Chee..." She turned her face away, a disgusted grimace on her face.

He burst into loud laughter. Geeta placed her hand on his cheek, and he instantly fell silent. "Will you massage my feet?"

"Oh, lick your feet?" he countered, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

She narrowed her eyes, pouted, and said, "Nothing, go home."

"Ah!... No, no... Okay, okay, I'll massage your feet," he quickly amended, seeing her resolve.

"Bharat, when you kiss, you do something else too?" Geeta asked, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Miss, you'll like it if I do that, won't you?"

"But, as a teacher, for me to kiss you like that..."

Before Geeta could finish her sentence, he placed his index finger on her lips, silencing her. 

"Please don't think like that."

Geeta looked into Bharat's eyes, a dazed, unblinking gaze. Their breaths mingled. He removed his finger, letting his hand trace the curve of her left waist, caressing her like waves in a sea of milk, his fingers pressing like a ship, stroking back and forth, gently pinching beside her spine with four fingers. Geeta felt light-headed.

"Ss..." she gasped.

"Miss, don't ever say that again. I'm your puppy; just tell me what you want."

She wrapped her arms around Bharat's shoulders, cupped his cheek, pulled his face closer, and parted her lips. "Really?"

He pressed her waist again, sending a jolt through her nerves. "Ah..." she moaned softly.

"Yes, Miss..."

"No need to massage my feet, let's sleep."

"What else do you not need, Miss?"

"What do you want?"

"Miss...?" A shiver began in Bharat, and Geeta could feel it. His pupils were fixed on her, an intense gaze.

‘What's happening? 

Will I give him whatever he asks? 

No. No.

’

"Miss, I told you, I'll sleep next to you," Bharat stated.

"Hmm... From tomorrow, you have to study. Movies, outings, everything's off."

"What about the kiss?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

As he spoke, Geeta thrust her lips forward and kissed Bharat's lower lip. He grabbed her waist on both sides and pulled her close. Geeta held his head and pulled his lip into her mouth.

"Umm..." Bharat murmured, a sound of pure contentment.

With a breath, Geeta spoke, "I'll give you one kiss every day. You have to study well."

"Absolutely, Miss," he promised.

They kissed, deeply. He touched her waist as much as he could, their saliva exchanged, and he sucked off her lipstick.

Geeta stepped back. Bharat moved to come forward, but she placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. "Miss, already?" he pleaded.

"See, this is why I said no, because you'll say things like this, won’t stop with one kiss." Geeta countered.

"Miss, just this once. From tomorrow, I'll do as you say."

"You said that last time too."

He advanced again, about to hold Geeta's waist, but she caught his hands, stopping him. 

"Listen when I tell you, go wash your hands and feet. I need to bathe."

Bharat brought his face close to her ear with lightning speed. "I..." he began to say something but then stopped. Geeta became suspicious. "Ah! You?"

"Nothing, Miss." He then turned and walked into the bathroom.

After few minutes Bharat emerged from the bathroom, his face washed, to find Geeta in the kitchen. She had tied her braid into a neat bun, tucked the end of her saree into her waist, poured the remaining milk from a bowl into a glass, and placed the now empty bowl in the sink.

"Miss, should I switch on the geyser?" Bharat offered.

"Yes, okay," Geeta replied.

As Geeta moved the bowls aside and was about to place a lid on the glass, Bharat came and stood beside her. "Miss, wear a frock today too."

She punched him lightly in the stomach.

"Ah..." Bharat grunted. "You can wear it, Miss. You're always in this saree. You can be free."

"Yes... You said something like that last time and left me without clothes, stupid," Geeta retorted, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I didn't do it on purpose."

"Oh, really, you didn't do it? They just fell off by themselves," she teased, pinching his hand again.

"But you turned off the lights," he pointed out.

She blushed intensely, then laughed, looking at Bharat, pouted playfully, and twisted his ear. "You're not scared of me at all, naughty fellow."

"Ah... Miss, let go, it hurts," he winced.

She released his ear. "Will you say that again? Anyway, I told you to forget."

As Geeta reached to put a box on the shelf, he went behind her and held her waist. She suddenly closed her eyes with a gasp, her feet rooted to the ground, and her hands went to the back of his head. He buried his nose in the curve of her right neck and sniffed.

"Ah... Your smell alone makes me want to sniff more, Miss," he murmured.

"Mm... Let go," Geeta whispered, her voice a little breathless.

"We can do all these things tomorrow, can't we? Let's sleep, Miss."

She turned and cupped Bharat's face, looking at him with a small, knowing smile. "You go, I'll come."

"Miss, can I ask you something?" He stroked and pressed his hand on her soft, creamy waist as if spreading butter.

"Mm... Ask."

"Do you like doing anything out of the ordinary?"

"Meaning?"

"I did something unique in the theater today. Do you like doing anything else like that?"

"Why are you asking that?" Geeta asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"Tell me, Miss, should we do something? Do you like it?"

"Meaning what will you do?"

"Tell me if you like it or not?"

‘What will he do? I'm a bit anxious. 

It's not about him, but I might not be able to 

control myself and melt.’

“If I like it, then?”

With his left hand, he gently moved Geeta's saree pleats away from her waist, revealing it. Her waist was like a bed of white clouds. Geeta looked at Bharat's eyes with anticipation. Bharat looked at her waist with desire, leaned down, knelt, and kissed her navel. Geeta felt a thrill and writhed.

"Oo..."

"Miss, show me your belly button," he requested.

"No."

"Just once."

Biting her lip, she shyly lowered her saree pleats, exposing her navel. It was like a paneer. He looked up mischievously. Geeta's cheeks reddened, and she turned her face away with delight, unable to meet his gaze.

He stood up, grabbed her waist on both sides, and leaned her against the kitchen counter. 

"Miss, lean back a little and keep your belly button forward, okay?"

"Why, dear?"

"I'll tell you, wait."

Geeta leaned her elbows back on the kitchen counter, pushing her creamy cloud island forward, and stood there as if silently inviting him to plunder that sugar well within. Bharat took a honey bottle from the lower shelf and opened the lid. Geeta's pupils suddenly widened.

"Why did you take that out, dear?" she whispered.

"Miss, don't talk, just stay like that." He put his finger in the bottle, took out a drop of honey, stepped forward, and placed it exactly in the depth of her navel. 

At the touch, her navel nerves tingled. "Ummm..." she groaned, a soft sound escaping her lips.

He placed the bottle beside her, leaned down, and before Geeta could react, he kissed her belly button. Honey clung to his lips, and he licked it in front of Geeta's eyes, savoring the taste. 

Just watching that, Geeta felt thrills begin, and her whole body tingled. He knelt. He took the bottle from the side and poured it into her belly button. A spoonful of honey fell into her sugar well, and as it slowly dripped down, he instantly put the bottle aside, grabbed her waist with both hands, stuck out his tongue, licked the stream that had dripped down to her saree pleats, then plunged his tongue into her belly button and sucked the honey.

Geeta felt an extreme tingling. The tremor that originated in her navel nerves spread throughout her body, creating heat between her thighs, and her vertical lips trembled horizontally. "Ah..... Ff...." she swayed.

He opened his mouth and licked the honey all around her belly button in a circular motion with his tongue. Geeta's navel nerves danced, making her sway.

"Iss.... What are you doing?" she gasped.

He was poking and licking her belly button with his tongue. Her fists were clenching the edge of the kitchen counter, swaying with the sensation. "Uff..."

He tilted his neck back and looked up. Geeta bit her lower lip and looked at him intensely. 

He squeezed her waist curve. "Miss, how does it feel?"

"Uh..."

"Did you like it?”

She closed her eyes and nodded her head vertically.

‘Oh, what kind of boy is he? 

He's driving me crazy.’

He took the bottle and poured it over her belly button again, this time a little more. He quickly put it aside and drew patterns around her belly button with his right-hand fingers. 

Geeta was sweating. Her breath was hitched. Her whole body was tingling. "Bh..." Before she could say anything, he opened his mouth and swallowed her belly button.

"Ah... Puppy, what is this?"

He put his tongue in her belly button and was scooping out the honey. A slurping sound started. "Umm, Miss, how good it is...." he enthusiastically licked her navel like a hungry puppy.

Geeta, lost in ecstasy, put both her hands in Bharat's hair and squeezed, pressing him onto her navel. "Ah... Mm..."

He pressed his tongue against her waist, licked once to the right, then to the left again, covering her entire waist with saliva. 

With fast breaths, her navel made sucking sounds as it moved in and out. Bharat, holding Geeta's hips, licked her waist, put the soft fat plump below her belly button in his mouth, and sucked. 

Geeta's secretions between her thighs increased, causing a tingling sensation, and she writhed, grabbing Bharat's head and pulling him up. He poked his tongue into her belly button again, kissed it, and moved up.

Geeta steadied her breath, panting softly, and kissed Bharat's face. "Did you like it, Miss?"

"Yes...", she gasped hard.

He buried his face in her neck, kissed her, and then playfully bit her. "Ss... Enough."

"Miss, I'm not going home today, am I?" He kissed her right cheek.

"Hmm..."

"A little more time, umm..."

‘Ah... Is there anything else? 

He'll eat me.’

"Aren't you sleepy?" Geeta asked, trying to distract him.

"No, Miss." While talking to Geeta, he took his right index finger from the bottle and brought it up, smearing it on her roseate lips. Geeta was enchanted by Bharat's touch, sinking into dizziness, and they looked at each other with desire and shyness.

‘Will he kiss me now? 

Where did you learn this, oh boy?’

He leaned closer to her, letting his hardened organ touch between her thighs. With his left hand, he plunged into her saree pleats, holding them softly, and with his right index finger, he dabbed honey on her upper lip, tracing her cheek with his sticky fingers. Then, he leaned his neck forward languidly, looking at her with warm breaths. Geeta held his chin and pulled his head back by the neck with her left hand. He fiercely took her upper lip and began to chew it with his tongue.

Geeta became aroused and started to suck Bharat's lips back. He tilted his neck from side to side, fiercely sucking her lips, and licking the honeyed saliva. "Mm..." Geeta moaned.

"Mm..." Bharat echoed.

"Mm... When you do this, I want to have more."

He stopped, looking into her eyes. "As you wish, Miss. do anything you want with me."

"These lips are yours, do anything you want," she murmured, pulling him closer. He fiercely took her lips and began to suck them.

"Really, Miss?"

"Hmm..."

He let go of her waist, held her neck, and plunged his tongue deeper between her lips, licking her. Both exchanged saliva, slurping it down.

“Geeta... What are you trying to get him to do?”

‘I don't know, he's doing it so well. 

His lips, his warmth, the love for me 

in his eyes are enchanting me.’

She pushed Bharat hard. They stepped back, leaning against the wall, looking at each other shyly and laughing.

‘No, I have to give him something.’

She stepped forward and began to unbutton Bharat's shirt. He was shocked. She unbuttoned each button and took off his shirt. He wasn't wearing a vest either. Seeing his soft, muscular, sweaty chest, Geeta's desires were aroused.

"Miss... What happened?" Bharat asked, a surprised look on his face.

"Your chest is good."

"Hah... Thanks, Miss."

‘Geeta, don't, it's not good if you lose control.’

‘A little loss of control won't be a trouble.’

Geetha's body, a furnace of rising heat, sent her mind spiraling. A nervous tremor ran through her as her hand, almost instinctively, found Bharat's waist and squeezed. Bharat gasped, a jolt of pure sensation electrifying him.

She leaned in, her rose-tinted lips, soft as petals, shyly pressing against his chest, directly over his heart. A gentle smile played on her face as Bharat felt himself float, untethered, on a cloud of bliss.

Her lips parted, and a playful nip, a tender bite from her front teeth, grazed his chest. A gasp of desire escaped him, "Ish... Miss!"

"Sorry ra..." Geetha whispered.

"It's okay, Miss," he murmured back, barely coherent.

Again, she bit him, this time just beneath his left nipple. A sudden current coursed through him, a searing thrill that made his penis stir, a movement Geetha's thigh registered.

"Ahh, Miss..." Bharat groaned, his voice thick with burgeoning need.

"Shhh..." Geetha hushed him, her eyes burning into his.

He swallowed the words that threatened to spill, his gaze locked with hers, a vertical nod his only response. Without hesitation, Geetha began to kiss Bharat's chest, her lips moving with a newfound, fervent passion.

Bharat's mind reeled, a single thought echoing: Is Geetha truly doing this? 

Meanwhile, her hands found his waist, holding him firmly as her kisses moved lower, exploring his stomach. His desire, a raging inferno, burst forth, and he tore off his shirt, flinging it aside. He cupped her face in his hands and lifted her, her feet leaving the floor.

"Miss, slowly..." Bharat urged, a mixture of awe and urgency in his voice.

"You're also very cute, ra. I just never told you," Geetha confessed, her eyes sparkling.

"Ha..." he breathed, her words a sweet elixir.

He leaned in again, their lips meeting. A fierce, untamed hunger consumed him as he kissed her, twisting her, pressing her against the cool wall. Their mouths melded, a dance of give and take, each sucking on the other's upper and lower lips.

Bharat's right hand, a questing tendril, slid from her waist, upward. As his thumb brushed against the swell of her boob from underneath, her nipples hardened, a delicious tingle spreading through her. Overwhelmed by a surging tide of lust, Geetha took control, turning him, pressing him back against the wall. She drew closer, her teeth gently nipping at his lips.

As Bharat's penis brushed against her thighs, a prickling sensation flared in her heated vagina, releasing warm, welcoming fluids. Her fingers clenched, her right hand reaching, intent on grasping his penis when, abruptly, the shrill ring of the phone pierced the air from the hall.

‘Uff, you saved me, my hubby.’

 She released Bharat and fled, a fleeting shadow.

Bharat watched her go, a vision of swaying curves and the delicate pleats of her saree at her left waist. Lost in admiration, he remained rooted to the spot as Geetha vanished, shy and swift.

In the hall, Geetha collapsed onto the sofa. She pushed stray strands of hair from her face, then, with a loving gesture, wiped the sheen of sweat from her skin with the end of her saree. She picked up the phone, answering its persistent summons.

Bharat, his gaze falling upon his discarded shirt near the wall, debated whether to put it on. Then, he heard Geetha's voice, a soft murmur: she was talking to Gautam. Deciding, he pulled on his shirt, buttoned it, and started outward the kitchen. Geetha caught his eye, a finger pressed to her lips, a silent plea for discretion. Bharat chuckled, a private amusement lighting his face.

He retreated to the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed.

Geetha, leaning back into the cushions of the sofa, continued her conversation:

"Oh, so was the movie good?" Gautam's voice floated from the phone.

"Yeah... it was okay," Geetha replied, her voice carefully casual.

"But won't they study? Exams are coming up, right?"

"Yeah, this was the last one, apparently. They requested us to come, so we went."

"It's fine, what would you have done staying at home anyway?"

"Hmm... Bharat was sitting next to me, you know, when a lip-kiss scene came on in the movie, I saw his face, and he was blushing, haha." A playful laugh escaped her lips, a stark contrast to the earlier intensity.

"Hey, poor guy, are you embarrassing him like that?" Gautam teased.

"Oh, stop it!"

"Did you eat then?"

"Yes..."

"Go to the bedroom."

"Why?"

"I'll video call you."

A sudden flush spread across Geetha's face. She hadn't told him Bharat was there. Panic began to set in. How would she manage a video call now?

"Why?" she asked again, trying to buy time.

"Don't you know? I want to see my darling's beauty today," Gautam's voice, laced with desire, left no room for doubt.

"No, please," she pleaded, a desperate whisper.

"Geetha, you have to. I must see, just five minutes."

"Must I?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Okay, wait five minutes."

Gautam disconnected the call. Geetha rose, her heart a frantic drumbeat, and hurried into the bedroom. Bharat lay on the bed, offering her a small, knowing smile.

"Bharat, please sit in the hall for a bit," she requested, her voice carefully even.

"Okay, Miss," he replied, without a single question, and obligingly went to the hall.

A wave of delight washed over Geetha. She closed the bedroom door, leaving it partially ajar, then climbed onto the bed, pulling the end of her saree over her thighs as she sat. Gautam's video call came through. She answered, and without preamble, presented her cheesy breasts to the camera.

"Take off your blouse, darling," Gautam commanded, his voice raw with anticipation.

Without a moment's hesitation, Geetha unbuttoned her blouse, each movement deliberate, as Gautam had asked. Her breasts, magnificent and full, resembled snow-capped mountains with glistening rivers of sweat flowing down their slopes, a dark valley nestled between them. The sight alone was enough to ignite a man's blood.

Gautam was visibly aroused. "Geetha, my lustful wife..."

The new epithet, whispered from Gautam's lips, sent an immediate, thrilling shiver through Geetha. "Why did you say that?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"Truly, Geetha, seeing you is driving me crazy," he confessed, his voice thick with desire.

The residual heat from her encounter with Bharat had not yet subsided. 

In that same dizzying haze, Geetha found herself speaking words that would further ignite Gautam's passion. Intentionally, she bit her lip, a silent signal of desire. "Mmm... Darling, I'm really in the mood."

"Ah, Geetha, you yourself said 'college' when I asked you to come?" Gautam reminded her, a hint of playful exasperation in his tone.

"Just a few more days, wait. I'll show you everything when I come."

"Hmm... If you show me, I won't be able to wait, darling.”

"Don't wait, just fall on me."

"Ha... I'll kiss you, Geetha."

"Ha... That's what I want, darling."

"Geetha, take off your bra too."

"Oh, no," she demurred, a playful resistance in her voice.

"Ahh, please, just...”

"No, but wait."

With that, she slowly pulled down the bra cup on her left breast. Just then, the door creaked open, and Bharat suddenly walked in.

Geetha's heart leaped into her throat. Startled, she fumbled for her phone, swiftly pressing the "end call" button.

Bharat froze, stunned. Before his eyes, Geetha's icy, cheesy, mountainous beauty was revealed, a dark, thick valley between them. To the left of that valley, a lustfully hardened nipple, red and taut like a cherry on vanilla cake. His own penis, engorged with hot blood, swelled, erecting into a tell-tale tent in his pants, directly in Geetha's line of sight. Seeing it, Geetha's heart plummeted, a sickening lurch in her chest.

"Miss, I can't hold my pee..." Bharat stammered, then, like a scalded cat, he bolted into the bathroom.

Geetha quickly pulled her bra back up, fastened her blouse hooks, and covered herself with the end of her saree, tidying her appearance with practiced speed. Gautam was calling again. Not knowing what to say, she silenced the phone without answering.

In the bathroom, Bharat, his penis still erect, urinated, the stream splattering around the toilet commode. Seeing the mess, he panicked. He grabbed a mug, poured water, and desperately tried to clean it. He washed his hands, then hesitated, waiting for a minute, dreading Geetha's reaction if he were to emerge. Deciding it wouldn't be good to linger, he opened the door and stepped out.

Geetha sat dejectedly on the bed, unable to meet Bharat's gaze. Seeing her distress, Bharat's anxiety intensified. He walked over, sat beside her, and gently took her hand. 

Geetha found a strange comfort in his touch. She tried to compose herself, to appear normal, so that Bharat wouldn't feel guilty for his unintended intrusion.

"Miss, I didn't come on purpose. I came because I couldn't hold my pee. I should have knocked. Sorry, Miss," Bharat apologized, his voice earnest.

"It's okay, ra. You didn't do it on purpose, did you?" Geetha replied, her voice surprisingly casual.

Bharat was shocked by her easy forgiveness. "Miss, I disturbed you, didn't I?"

She reached out and held his cheek, a faint smile gracing her lips. "It's nothing. But, if anyone finds out you saw me like this, my reputation will be ruined."

"Miss, we're friends, aren't we?"

"Hmm," she murmured, her eyes softening.

"Don't you trust me?"

"I do."

"Then, I won't tell anyone, Miss."

"Hmm," she acknowledged, a fragile trust forming between them.

"Are you angry with me?" he pressed, still unsure.

"No, why would you say that?"

"I was scared. I thought you might scold me."

"No, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

"Miss, are you really not angry with me?" he asked again, a lingering doubt in his voice.

"I said no, didn't I?"

"Then, can I tell you something?" he ventured, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What?"

"Your nipple is very beautiful..." he blurted out, then chuckled, a nervous, embarrassed laugh.

Hearing his words, Geetha's face burned crimson. She covered her face with the end of her saree and turned away, mortified.

He gently took her hands and removed the cover. "Look this way once."

She looked.

"Miss, you wear that frock, don't you?" he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

"I won't wear it. You're getting too bold," she chided, though a hint of amusement played on her lips.

"Sorry, Miss. Please forgive me. As you wish. Good night..." he said, then lay down on the other side of the bed.

"Get up, ra. After I bathe, go and sleep outside," Geetha instructed, her voice regaining its usual firmness.

"Okay, Miss."

"Don't come until I call you."

"Hmm..."
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To be continued……

Tomorrow.