Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

13. Indulgence 

Sunlight streamed into Chandana's room, illuminating the quiet space. A pile of books sat on the table next to her Samsung phone and a small watch, its face glinting in the light. On the bed, two figures lay tangled under a green blanket, their stillness a stark contrast to the lively room.


Within the cozy darkness of the blanket, Bharat's lips found the soft curve of Chandana's neck. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers gentle. Chandana, in turn, kissed him softly below his ear, a shy smile on her lips. "Hey," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah, tell me," Bharat replied, his voice a low murmur.

"You said you do something like anthropology, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's right," he confirmed.

"Do you know what I want to become?"

"You never told me."

"Bharat," she began, her tone earnest. "I just want to be like this with you."

"Meaning?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Meaning? That's all," she said simply. "I like you. You don't study much, but you're mischievous. You help people. You don't make bad things."

"Chandhu..." he began, his voice soft.

"Yeah, tell me," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

"It's getting stuffy. Let's take this blanket off."

"No, don't," she pleaded.

"Why not?" he asked, a playful grin on his face.

"What is this? I took off my t-shirt. I'm shy," Chandana said, a hint of playful embarrassment in her voice.

Bharat chuckled. "You have no shame calling me into your house, but now you're shy?"

"Bharat," she began, changing the subject. "You paint, don't you?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Can you paint me?" she asked.

"You know something?" he said with a glimmer in his eyes.

"What?"

"The other day, we all went to the park—Harish, Vikas, and everyone."

"Yes," she remembered.

"Do you remember we took a photo, just the two of us?"

"Yeah."

"I painted that," he said softly. "It's in my room."

Chandana, her heart fluttering, leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Chandu," he whispered.

"You kiss me too," she demanded.

"Hey, why?" he asked, feigning confusion.

"You blockhead," she said, her voice teasing. "Do you need a reason to kiss me?"

"Hey, what did I tell you? You're a little girl, act like one."

"If you say that again, I'll kill you," she said, playfully pinching his neck.

Laughing, Bharat gently made her lie down beside him. He climbed on top of her, leaning in and bringing his face close to hers. As his lips drew near, she closed her eyes with a shy, expectant flutter.

"Why did you close your eyes?" he asked.

"I won't look. You kiss me," she replied, her eyes still squeezed shut.

Bharat held her cheeks, gently pulling them before letting go. "I'm not going to kiss you," he said, pulling back the blanket and getting up. A cool breeze from the fan touched their skin.

"Are you leaving?" she asked, her voice laced with disappointment.

"I am. We'll meet later."

"Let's play a game! Let's play PUBG," she pleaded.

"No, I'm going. We'll play some other time," he insisted.

Immediately, Chandana pouted, a perfect little frown forming on her lips. Bharat's resolve melted. He instantly held her face and kissed her on her forehead, cheeks, and chin. She smiled naughtily, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Okay, bye," he said, his voice full of affection.

"Yeah, bye," she replied.

As Bharat stood up to leave, his bracelet caught on Chandana's tank top. The collar tore, revealing a glimpse of her beauty. He quickly closed his eyes.

"Oh, stop it!" she said, her voice a mix of amusement and embarrassment. "Don't act. You already saw it."

"Sorry, I didn't think it would get stuck like that," he apologized.

"It's okay," she said, taking his hand and carefully disentangling the torn fabric from the bracelet. She then brought his hand to her lips and kissed the bracelet. "This should always be on your hand."

"You gave it to me, so I'll keep it," he promised.

"Okay, go home," she said.

"Okay, bye."

They both got up, and as they were opening the door, Chandana quickly pulled on her t-shirt. She walked him to the gate, said goodbye one last time, and watched him leave before closing the gate behind her.

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A sudden buzzing vibration from his phone, a small rectangle of light next to his head, pulled Bharat from the depths of sleep. He woke to find the blanket, which had been pulled up to his chin when he drifted off, now pooled at his feet like a deflated parachute. 

The room was still dark, the door a closed black rectangle against the wall. He reached for his phone, its notification light a tiny, insistent pulse of green.

He thumbed the screen awake, and a message from Geetha appeared, just a minute old. It was a reply to his own message from the night before: "Miss, did you go to sleep? I'm not getting through." Her response was simple and direct: "Oh, I was talking to Gautham last night and went to sleep. I didn't see your message."

A small smile touched his lips. He immediately called her.

On the other end, Geetha had just stepped out of the shower. Wrapped in a white towel, she was standing in front of the mirror, her hair a damp cascade of darkness. She saw her phone ringing on the bed, picked it up, and answered.

"Hello, Bharat," she said, her voice soft.

"Good morning, Miss," he replied, a laugh bubbling in his voice. "What are you doing?"

"I just showered and am getting ready for college. Why did you message me last night?"

He rubbed his legs with his left hand, a nervous habit. "Just for fun, Miss. I have a problem, Miss."

Geetha sat on the edge of the bed, drying her hair with the towel as the fan hummed overhead. "What is it?" she asked.

He hesitated, a playful pause. "Miss, that… that…"

"Tell me," she prompted.

"Miss, that day when I was next to you, it became hard, right? The same thing happened to me."

A wave of shyness washed over Geetha, an unexpected blush rising to her cheeks. "Chee, what are you telling me?"

"Haha… Miss, that's what I'm remembering."

"Hey… You're crazy. Hang up the phone."

"Miss, I'm only remembering you. I want to give you a kiss this morning."

"Hey, shush… I don't have time to talk now. I'm hanging up. Bye…" she said, and the call ended.

Bharat laughed as he hung up the phone.

Geetha finished drying her hair, a smile playing on her lips. She couldn't stop herself from replaying his words, a warmth spreading through her. She looked at her reflection, at her shy, smiling face, and laughed.


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It was well past ten when Bharat left for Sports Academy. He headed for Sriram’s place first, hoping to convince him to come with. The ground floor Geetha’s door was locked, he headed upstairs and found Swaroopa.

“Is Sriram brother not here?” Bharat asked.

“No, he went out,” Swaroopa replied. “If you have his number, give him a call.”

“I didn't bring my phone. Could you call him,” Bharat said.

Swaroopa did, and after a moment, she handed the phone to Bharat. “Hello, brother, it’s me, Bharat. Where are you?” he asked.

Sriram’s voice came through the receiver. “Why?”

“I’m going to the academy, brother. I was wondering if you could come with me.”

“I’m at the Diamond Tea Stall near our crossroads. Come here first.”

“Okay, brother.”

Bharat immediately headed to the tea stall and found Sriram. Sriram ordered a tea for Bharat, and the two sat for a minute.

“Brother, I’m going to pay the fees now. Can you come and talk to them for me?” Bharat asked.

Sriram laughed. “Rafiq sir will be there. He’s the shuttle coach. Just go to him directly. Why should I come?”

“That’s what I’m saying, brother. You tell him about me. You know them, right?” Bharat insisted.

Sriram finally agreed. “Okay, let's go.”

After finishing their tea, they both left on Sriram’s Access scooter. They stopped in front of “Dream Buds Sports Avenue” and walked inside, past the glass door and into the reception room. A young boy sat at the desk.

“Bro, is Rafiq not here?” Sriram asked him.

“He'll be here in five minutes. Wait,” the boy responded.

While waiting, Sriram and Bharat went through a gate next to them and into the indoor net area—a large hall with a net in the middle and a blue floor. Three other players were talking there.

“Buy a good racket, then,” Sriram told Bharat.

“Yeah, I have a good one, brother. It's branded,” Bharat replied.

“Then what are you waiting for? Start practicing from tomorrow. The competition is on the 3rd here, right?”

“Yes, brother.”

“Okay, let's go back to Rafiq.”

They returned to the reception area, and as if on cue, Rafiq walked in. He was a little shorter than Bharat, with small, black eyes. He took off his sweatcoat, hung it on a nearby hanger, and greeted Sriram with a smile.

“Hi, Sri. Salam walekum. Kaise ho?” he said warmly.

“I'm good, bro. This is Bharat. I've known him since he was a kid. We used to live next door to his house,” Sriram said.

“Oh, I see. Hi, Bharat,” Rafiq greeted.

“Hi, sir.”

Sriram continued, “He plays shuttle well. He'll play in the Under-19 this time.”

“Really?” Rafiq’s eyes lit up. “We don't have many this time. I was wondering what to do with only three. If you come, Bharat, there will be four, making two pairs.”

Before Bharat could say anything, Sriram interrupted. “The fees are twenty thousand. Why so much, bro?” he asked.

“Hey, it's four hours a day,” Rafiq explained. “Food before and after the session, medical observation, travel, dress code—everything is included. Plus, we're providing an indoor space, right? Don't you know how it was when Dhanush was here? You used to come for basketball, too.”

“Yeah, that's true,” Sriram said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. “I lost interest, too, after Dhanush brother quit.”

“Why did he quit, anyway?” Rafiq asked.

“Oh, you don't know? Dhanush brother cleared the IPS exam, bro.”

“That rascal. He didn't tell me,” Rafiq said, half-jokingly.

Sriram turned back to the topic at hand. “I don't know. Anyway, bro, Bharath plays well, but he doesn't have much guidance. He's only played in college. This is his first time coming to an institute like this.”

“It's nothing. He'll get used to it in ten days. Good players are needed everywhere, aren't they?” Rafiq said with a smile.

“Yeah, that's right. Bharat, you have to come from tomorrow. Give me the fees.”

Bharat took the twenty thousand rupees Geetha had given him from his pant pocket. 

Sriram took it, counted it, took out four or five hundred-rupee notes, and gave them back to Bharat. Then he handed the rest to Rafiq with a smile.

“Okay, bro?” Sriram said.

Rafiq laughed. “Haha... Okay. You have to come at eight in the morning from tomorrow. You'll be here until one in the afternoon.”

“Yes, sir. I'll definitely come,” Bharat said.

“Wear two separate sportswear sets just for coming here. Don't wear just anything,” Rafiq advised.

“Okay, sir.”

“We'll take your leave,” Sriram said.

“Okay, sure. If you meet Dhanush, tell him I was asking about him,” Rafiq replied.

“Yeah, sure.”

They both went outside.

“Thanks, brother,” Bharat said.

“Don't thank me, just make sure you come every day, okay?”

“I will, brother. I don't have any college work, either.”

“Hmm, okay. Go home. Bye.”

“Bye, brother.”


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