Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geeta meticulously cleaned the dishes, pushing aside Jatin's pleas to play. After sweeping the entire house, she took a moment for herself, washing her face and adjusting the pleats of her saree. 

She then braided her long hair, a familiar, calming rhythm. Grabbing her handbag, she checked for change, finding a total of three hundred-rupee notes and a handful of loose coins, which she set aside.

Stepping to the front of her house, she saw Vimala standing by her door. "I'm not coming. You go," Vimala said, watching her.

"Okay, akka," Geeta replied simply, a faint disappointment in her voice. She went back inside, retrieved her bag, and locked the house and the front gate behind her.

She walked straight down her street, past the familiar sights of the local grocery store. Crossing the road at the U-turn before the main intersection, she turned into the narrow alley beside the medical shop. At the end of the alley, a small sign marked the beauty parlor.

Pushing open the door, a wave of relief washed over her. The parlor was empty except for Munni, the beautician, who was smiling as she looked up.

"Hi akka, are the colleges on holiday?" Munni asked, a friendly curiosity in her eyes.

"No, Munni," Geeta explained, settling into a chair. " Have exams for three more days. I'm here because my friend's wedding is next week."

"Oh, where's the wedding?"

"They're from the village next to ours, but they're holding the wedding in Karimnagar."

"Have a seat, akka," Munni said, gesturing toward the styling chair.

As Geeta sat down, Munni placed a small, dry towel under her neck. "So, which village is the groom from?" she asked, already beginning to wind the eyebrow thread.

Geeta wiped her face with the end of her saree a thoughtful expression on her face. 

"They're cousins. The groom is also a friend of mine," she said. "They were my college seniors."

"Oh, really? What does he do?"

Geeta's voice held a quiet pride. "He's an IAS officer, Sainath. Have you heard of him?"

Munni's eyes widened in surprise. "An IAS officer? That's wonderful, akka!"

"Yeah... he was just transferred to Karimnagar this month," Geeta continued. "Since he's started his duty there, they decided it was the right time to have the wedding."

"Yes, that's a good idea," Munni agreed. "Alright, akka, shall I start?"

Geeta nodded, closing her eyes with a soft sigh. As Munni began to work, her hands a blur of motion with the twisting thread for eyebrow, Geeta leaned back, lost in her own thoughts.


A soft September sun filtered through the window, bathing Geetha’s room in a warm, golden light. She was sitting at her desk, a textbook open before her, but her thoughts were a thousand miles away. A secret smile played on her lips as she replayed the conversation she'd had just moments ago.

Earlier, she had walked home with her friend Sindhu, her head still buzzing with the day’s lessons and the easy laughter they shared. As she stepped into the quiet calm of her house, her mother, Gowri, had called out from the backyard, her voice tinged with a familiar worry. "Geetha, your teacher Srinu called and said you forgot a book. What if someone steals it? You should be careful."

Geetha had paused, a frown creasing her brow. The words didn't make sense. She hadn't left a book behind, and she certainly hadn’t spoken to Srinu sir. A flicker of an idea, a mischievous suspicion, sparked in her mind. Her feet were still damp from washing as she made her way to her bedroom, her heart beating a little faster. The phone wasn't there.

"Mom, where'd you put the phone?" she had called out.

"By the TV," Gowri replied.

With a newfound purpose, Geetha went to the TV stand and checked the call log. Her smile widened into a full-blown grin. The last number was Haran’s. 

Grabbing the phone, she scurried into her room and dialed his number.

"Hi, Kokila, did you get home?" he answered, his voice a familiar melody.

"Oh, so it was you, talking to my mom as Srinu sir?" she teased, a playful lilt in her voice.

A light, infectious chuckle came from the other end. "Haha... yeah. I thought you might be home and called, but when I heard a different voice, I didn't know what to do. That's why I said you forgot a book, like Srinu sir."

"Do you know my college?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "How do you know there’s a Srinu sir?"

"What's so strange about that?" he countered with an easy confidence. "In our Telugu states, there's a Srinu on every street. I just assumed there would be at least one in a college and said that name."

"Where did you all these ideas?" she pressed, her voice full of feigned exasperation.

"I just said what I thought."

"Stop it, you're just covering up," she accused, unable to hide the amusement in her tone.

"Covering up what? Are there no Srinu on your street?"

"Yeah, there is one uncle with that name."

"See? There are a lot of them," he said triumphantly.

"Okay, so why did you call?" she finally asked, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

"My friends and I were here, talking about girls—short, tall, thin, fat. And you came to my mind."

"Oh, and why would I come to your mind?"

"I told them that if a girl has a nice voice, you can talk to her forever and listen to her speak all day."

A wave of warmth spread through her. "Oh, really? Well, I'm hanging up then."

"Cuckoo, can't you stay on the phone?"

"I just got home, and my mom will call me to drink tea."

"Do you make tea?" he asked, a hint of genuine interest in his voice.

"Yeah, I do."

"Is it good?"

"Hmm..." she hummed softly.

"I'd like to taste it."

"Oh, how would you taste it?" she said, the playful banter escalating. "Are you coming to my house?"

"I don't know where your house is."

"Oh, poor boy. Should I tell you the address?"

"Tell me."

"Aasha dosha."

"Pizza burger."

"Haha... Okay, bye."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm, ask."

"Are you short or tall?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just tell me."

A hint of dullness crept into her voice as she answered. "I'm short."

"Why are you sounding so dull?" he asked, his voice softening. "Do you know there are many advantages to being short?"

"Oh really? What are they?" she said, her curiosity overcoming her disappointment.

"Haha... should I tell you? Don't scold me, though."

"First, tell me."

"Because you're a shorty..."

"Hey, why are you calling me shorty? I'll hit you," she said, a smile fighting to break through her mock outrage.

"Should I tell you or not now?"

"Okay, tell me."

"I'll grab your waist and lift you up..."

A blush bloomed on her cheeks. "Hey, why are you talking about my waist?"

"Haha... Does that make you feel something?"

"Why would I feel something?" she retorted, though her heart was pounding.

"Then listen, shorty..."

"You wretch... I'll beat you when I see you."

"We'll see. I'll grab your waist, lift you up, look into your eyes, make you sit on a table, and then bend over you..."

Her breath hitched. The images his words conjured were too vivid, too intense. "Stop, stop..." she whispered, feeling a delicious shiver run down her spine.

"Hey, let me finish..."

"What's there to hear? You're a  pervert."

Just then, a light tapping on her shoulder jolted her from her reverie. "Geetha akka....," a small voice said.

Geetha blinked, the phone call fading into a distant memory. 

She looked into the mirror, her face flushed, a silly grin plastered on her face. 

Munni, stood beside her, looking at her with confusion.

"Why are you laughing to yourself, akka?"

Geetha's confusion was fleeting. She quickly regained her composure, her cheeks still warm with a lingering blush. "Uh!... It's nothing."


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