Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha navigated the bustling city streets with practiced ease. After clearing the signal and executing a smooth right turn from beneath the metro flyover, her hand moved instinctively to shift gears. It was then that her dupatta, a light scarf, chose to make its escape, slipping off her left arm and pooling beside her. A quick, familiar gesture brought it back into place.

Beside her, Bharat remained unusually quiet. Since he'd settled into the passenger seat, not a single word had passed his lips.

"Why are you so silent?" Geetha prompted, breaking the quiet.

He turned to her, his expression unreadable. "Nothing," he murmured, looking away.

"Shall I play some songs?" she offered, attempting to lighten the mood.

Just then, the dupatta chose to rebel again, sliding down her arm. Bharat's gaze, almost involuntarily, flickered to her neck.

"No, nothing…" he trailed off, turning his head sharply away, as if caught in a private moment.

A small, shy smile touched Geetha's lips. Without a word, she untangled the dupatta and dbangd it gently over Bharat's lap. He looked at her, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. As his gaze drifted back to her, Geetha, suddenly self-conscious, focused intently on the road ahead.

Bharat's eyebrows subtly lowered, his eyes drawn downward to the treasure nestled below her neck. The dress Geetha had chosen for today seemed to emphasize their form, creating a beautiful, rounded silhouette. They appeared like two crescent moons, cradled beneath the twin beauties above her waist, the fabric of her dress seemingly molded to their weight.

Geetha's delight swelled. Bharat was staring, intently, unblinkingly. A mischievous thought danced in her mind. 

‘Uff... will he find out? 

No, he's just a boy, he won't get it.’

She stole a quick glance at him. He flinched, startled, and quickly averted his face. Geetha turned back to the road, her smile widening, her cheeks glowing with a secret pleasure.


Geeta pulled her car to a stop in front of Bharat’s modest, single-story home in Sundari Colony. A low compound wall and a small gate guarded the entrance. Just as Bharat, an energetic blur, sprang from the car and dashed inside, Geeta’s phone buzzed with Gautam’s call.

"Hello, tell me?" Geeta answered, watching Bharat disappear into the house.

"What are you doing?" Gautam's voice came through the speaker.

"I'm in front of Bharat's house," she replied, a hint of something unsaid in her tone.

"Oh, why?" Gautam pressed.

"I'll tell you later," Geeta demurred.

"Tell me now?" he insisted.

"Hmm…"

"Come on, tell me?"

"He said he'd paint me. We came to his house for the equipment," she finally admitted.

"Oh, where?" Gautam asked, sounding confused.

"What do you mean 'where'? At our house, of course."

"How?"

"I don't know, he didn't tell me anything. I agreed because he kept asking."

"You showed me on video call the other day, right? Dress up like that, sit sexily, and then ask him to draw," Gautam’s mischievous suggestion came through, laced with laughter.

"Chee! Stop it. You're getting too much," Geeta chided, a flush creeping up her neck.

"Haha… So what will you do? Will you wear a saree and jewelry and look like a queen?" he teased.

"I don't know." Geeta sighed.

"Oh, you said you had classes on Sunday too, right?" Gautam continued, shifting topics.

"Yes, but he came in the afternoon. Said he wanted to stay with me."

"Wow, the student can't stay away from the teacher?" Gautam’s playful jab earned him another reprimand.

"Stop it, you! It's just a casual Sunday pastime. And you have no shame, why do you keep talking like this?"

"It feels fun, what can I do? I'm bored here. You got a good friend, I don't have any here," Gautam whined playfully.

"That's enough, stop it." Just then, Bharat reappeared from the house. "Darling, I'll call you later. Mwah."

"Okay, mwah," Gautam replied, his voice fading as Geeta hung up.

"Come inside, Miss," Bharat invited, a shy smile on his face.

Geeta, suddenly feeling a little flustered, replied, "I'll come some other time."

"No, please come, Miss. Mom is asking you to come."

With a soft sigh, Geeta adjusted her dupatta, stepped out of the car, and walked inside, a blush still on her cheeks. Bharat's parents greeted her warmly as she entered.

The small house, though modest, contained four compact rooms. Bharat, with a boyish eagerness, took Geeta’s hand and led her to his room. 

It was a cozy space, dominated by a small bed, stacks of books, and a simple study table and chair. Geeta’s gaze swept over the walls, which were a vibrant mosaic of Bharat's paintings.

Sushila, Bharat’s mother, appeared at the doorway. "Geeta, tonight you’re eating dinner here."

"Oh, no, aunty," Geeta demurred politely.

"How can you leave without eating at this time after coming here?" Sushila insisted, her tone warm and hospitable.

"Let's see some other time when I visit again," Geeta managed, and to her surprise, Sushila didn't press further. Bharat, too, remained silent on the matter.

Geeta, now free to explore, began to examine the sketches. Bharat's talent was evident in the variety and skill displayed: birds in flight, serene landscapes, cosmic scenes, expressive portraits, and playful cartoon characters. 

As she moved around the room, her eyes landed on a sketch of a young boy. A small smile touched her lips, and she looked at Bharat, surprised. He, in turn, blushed.



"This is you, isn't it?" she asked, a knowing glint in her eyes.

He nodded shyly.

"Did you draw it yourself?"

"Yes…" Bharat mumbled.

"How?"

"That's a photo taken at the stadium, Miss. I felt like sketching it."

With a soft smile, Geeta pulled Bharat closer, her gaze meeting his. "You made yourself too beautiful in the drawing," she teased.

He pouted, feigning anger. "I thought you'd say I look good, but never mind, I'm not that cute, am I?"

Geeta gently lifted his chin. "I mean, it would have been even better if it was a photo with a smile."

Bharat's shoulders slumped, a dejected look on his face. "Am I really not that handsome, Miss?"

A wave of pity washed over Geeta. She pulled him a little closer and placed a soft kiss on his right cheek. "You only look cute when you make a puppy face."

Bharat's face transformed into a wide grin. "Hehehe…" he giggled.

After admiring two more sketches, her eyes fell upon another one on a nearby shelf. It depicted two figures. Her surprise deepened.

Bharat, sensing her discovery, tried to slip out of the room. "Stop," she said, catching his hand. Her eyes narrowed, feigning anger. "Who is that?"

"Who, Miss?" Bharat stammered, pretending innocence.

"Hey…"

"That, that…"

"It's Chandana, isn't it?"

His face paled, and he lowered his head. "Yes, Miss."

"You haven't even completed junior college yet, and you already have a this close girlfriend, photos…" Geeta chided, though a hint of amusement played in her voice.

He shivered. "Miss, shush… slowly, mom and dad will hear."

"Oh, didn't your parents see the photo?" Geeta teased further.

"I don't know, they're just drawings, they wouldn't notice."

"Haha… Wait, I'll tell your mom."

"Miss…" he cried out, a small warning in his tone.

"Hey…"

"Leave it."

"Okay…" Geeta relented. "Why don't you smile in the photo? What kind of face is that?"

"My face looks like that only."

They both laughed, the tension easing.

"Ha, you're good at these kinds of things…" Geeta said, giving his arm a playful pinch.

Bharat moved away, reaching under the table. He pulled out a box, opened the lid, and withdrew a painting board. He turned it over and showed it to her. Geeta was speechless. It was a painting of a woman, nude, with her back to the viewer.

"Hey, you draw things like this too? Bad boy!" Geeta exclaimed, a flush rising to her cheeks.

"That's you, Miss!” he blurted fast.

Geeta was stunned, her eyes wide with amazement. "What, you?"

"What?"

"I saw you in the bathroom that day, remember?"

Overwhelmed with shyness, Geeta angrily pinched Bharat's shoulder, twisting her fingers into his flesh.

"Aaah…" he yelped.

"You thief, you draw if you see?"

"I don't know, Miss, I felt like drawing it, so I did."

"Chee… I thought you were a kid, you donkey."

"Hahaha…" Bharat laughed, despite the pain.

"Don't laugh."

"Sorry, Miss.”

Geeta turned away, her face burning with embarrassment.

"Is it good, Miss?" Bharat asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Chee, don't ask me."

"Why, Miss, are you shy? Haha…" He put the board back in the box and stood up. He moved to the left, near the room door, and called out to Geeta. "Miss, look at this."

She looked at him.

"Look up here."

She lifted her gaze and saw a vibrant, colorful sketch. 

On the left, a man was depicted against a backdrop of dark stars, and on the right, a woman bathed in the light of the sun. Both held hands, while their other hands were raised to their ears, engaged in a phone conversation.

"Miss, how is it?" Bharat asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Wonderful, dear," Geeta whispered, truly impressed.

"That's you and Gautam sir. Your long-distance love."

Geeta was speechless. Her heart pounded in her chest as she thought of Gautam. A warmth spread through her, knowing that Bharat had drawn it with such genuine affection. 

"You drew it so well, how did you get this idea?" she asked, her voice soft with emotion.

"Thanks, Miss. I don't know, you two came to my mind…"

Looking at the drawing, Geeta impulsively asked, "Will you give this to me? I'll take it."

"Take it, but you have to give me a kiss?" he said, a playful, mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

In that moment, Geeta closed the distance between them and kissed his lips. 

As her sweet kiss met his, a surge of desire ignited within him, and he returned the kiss with equal fervor. They held each other’s cheeks, their lips lovingly intertwined. As they slowly pulled back, remembering their surroundings, Bharat’s saliva lingered on her chin.

"Miss…?" Bharat whispered, surprised.

Wiping her mouth with her dupatta, Geeta, still flustered, instructed, "Take the sketches and tell your mom you'll eat with me."

"Okay, Miss," Bharat replied, his voice a little breathless.

Geeta, after a brief farewell to Sushila, stepped out of the house. As she walked toward her car, she twirled a strand of hair falling on her right cheek with her index finger, her face still flushed. 

‘What am I doing? 

Is what I just did right? 

Oh no, I didn't even check if anyone was watching.’

Quickly getting into the car, she glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror, a wave of shyness washing over her. She leaned over the steering wheel, hiding her face, as Bharat's drawing of her naked back flashed in her mind. It was embarrassing enough that he had seen her like that, but the precision with which he had captured it, coupled with the affection he clearly felt, unsettled her. The innocent surprise in Bharat's eyes when she had kissed him only made her feel more playful, more daring.

‘Now, if comes home and 

says he'll sleep there tonight too, 

what if I give him another kiss? 

And if he asks for something else after the kiss, 

it wouldn't be good not to give it.’

Conflicting thoughts swirled in her mind, igniting a strange longing within her.

As her face remained hidden, the car door on the passenger side opened. Bharat appeared, carrying the painting board and brushes. He bent down, placed them in the back seat, and then settled into the front. Geeta looked at him distractedly. Bharat, catching her gaze, sensed her unease.

"Miss…" he began.

She came to her senses with a jolt. "Huh…" she stammered.

"Shall we go?"

"Yes, let's go."

The car began to move, carrying them away from the quiet street, and into a journey that felt suddenly, thrillingly, uncertain.


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