Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

14. See-Saw

Afternoon, April 21st,

A sleek black Hyundai Verna, fresh off the highway from Karimnagar, glided to a stop. 

Its journey ended in a quiet lane beside the Mogdumpura village petrol pump, pulling up before a house adorned with a festive tent and garlands, a statue of Gandhi standing sentinel nearby.

Gautam, tall stature in a crisp white Oxford shirt and coffee-colored formal pants, stepped out. He meticulously tucked the car's registration papers into the door's shelf before closing it. 

His amber eyes immediately found the house's entrance, where a curtain, swaying in the gentle breeze, revealed a woman of exquisite beauty. Her braid was woven with fragrant jasmine flowers. The moment her gaze met his, her small eyes lit up, a happy smile curved her lips, and a shiver of excitement ran through her.

With a jingle of her bangles, she pushed the curtain aside and hurried out the gate, down two steps, and took Gautam's right hand in hers. 

Following her, looking a little bewildered by Geetha's haste, was Sindhu. Gautam's eyes met hers.


"Hi, bava," Sindhu greeted.

"Hi, hi," Gautam replied. "How is everyone?"

"We're fine," Sindhu said.

Geetha remained silent, a picture of quiet joy. 

Gautam dbangd an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

"Please, come in," Sindhu welcomed.

Together, Gautam and Geetha walked into the house. 

Gautam settled into a chair, and Sindhu brought him a glass of water.

"Did Siva come?" Gautam asked.

"Yes, he came yesterday evening," Sindhu replied. "He's with Sai."

Just then, Deepa and her mother, Sumathi, entered from another room. 

Gautam greeted them with a respectful ‘namaste’.

"Auntie," Sindhu introduced, "this is our Geetha's husband, Gautam garu."

After a pleasant chat, Gautam, feeling the fatigue of his flight and the day's car registration errands, decided it was time to leave. He rose to go home. They insisted he stay for a meal, but he politely declined and headed outside. 

Geetha, also declaring she would go home with him, followed.

"Geetha, you must come tomorrow morning," Deepa called out.

"I will, I will," Geetha promised.

"Okay, Deepa. We'll get going," Gautam said. "I'll meet Sai tomorrow."

"Okay, brother," Deepa replied.

"Please rest, bava," Sindhu said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Our Geetha is with you now."

"Okay, Parvathi," Gautam said, a playful tone in his voice.

Sindhu blushed at the name.

"Do you know that, too?" Deepa asked, surprised.

"Yes, I do," Gautam confirmed.

"Please call me Sindhu, bava. Not Parvathi," she requested, her blush deepening.

"Hmm, okay. We'll get going," Gautam said.

"Okay, take care," Deepa said.

As they walked to the car, its newness was striking. A bright ribbon was tied across the front. Geetha's eyes, full of curiosity, met Gautam's.

"Let's go to the temple first, get the car blessed, and then head home," he said.

"You didn't tell me," she said.

"I thought it would be a surprise," he replied.

Geetha ran a finger over the car's bonnet, then wiped the faint dust away with the end of her saree. She walked to her side, opened the door, and got in. Gautam did the same, settling into the driver's seat.

"Why, though?" she asked, not complaining, but genuinely curious. "We had the old car, didn't we?"

"We're selling it secondhand," he explained.

"It would be nice to have someone else in the car, you know," she said, her voice dropping to a coy whisper, a blush coloring her cheeks.

Gautam leaned over and kissed her cheek. Smiling sweetly, she pouted her lips.

"We'll plan for that," he said with a wink.

"Hmm," she murmured, fidgeting with the corner of her saree.

Her eyes fell on the back seat, where a large curtain covered something. "What's that cover?" she asked.

Gautam glanced back. "It's for the heroine," he said.

"Wow, you're bringing a lot for your sister-in-law," she said, teasingly.

"She asked for it," Gautam replied. "Besides, I only brought it because you told me to."

Geetha impulsively kissed his cheek. He laughed, looking at her with eyes full of love.

"Did you think I wouldn't come?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Hmm... I had a small doubt," she admitted.

"Haha," he smiled.

The car started moving. "The car is nice," she adored.

"Hmm," he agreed.

Gautam shifted gears, then reached for her right hand, squeezing it gently.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said.

"Tell me," she insisted.

"It's nothing," he repeated.

She took his hand, warm and strong, and placed it around her neck. Gautam's fingers gently stroked her neck.

"How are the wedding preparations going?" he asked.

"What's there to say?" she replied. "I've been at Deepa's house for two days. Sindhu and I have been helping her with the work and telling her mother everything."

His hand moved, tracing a path down from her neck to the edge of her saree. 

Geetha looked at him, surprised. His index finger slipped further, under the folds of her saree, and touched her bust. 

Her pupils widened in astonishment. This was not like Gautam. 

Blushing, she playfully slapped his hand away. He took it back, laughing.

"What's with all this touching?" she said, her voice a mix of shock and amusement.

"Haha... just kidding," he said.

Gautam turned the steering wheel to the right and stopped near a Hanuman temple. They got out, offered their prayers, bought a coconut, and performed a small puja for the car. 

After receiving blessings from the priest, they set off for Geetha's native village, Garrepalli.

"Hey," Gautam said as they drove, "tomorrow, ninety-five lakhs will be deposited into your account."

Geetha laughed. "Ninety-five lakhs in my account?"

"Don't laugh. Listen," he said, and she looked at him intently. "Don't get me wrong. There was a small scam in Canada. I used it and sold my share in a project. That money will be deposited into your ICICI account."

"What do you mean by scam?" she asked, her smile fading.

"Phony shares," he explained. "I demarginated shares from the company I work for and profited from a different company's shares."

Geetha pouted. "I don't like these kinds of things, you know."

"I didn't do anything wrong," he said, his voice reassuring. "I just pulled a small trick in opportunity. It's not a good idea for the money to be in my account right now, so it's coming to yours."

"I don't like earning money with these tricks," she said. "I tell people my husband works in a foreign country genuinely."

"Oh,, listen to me. I didn't hide it from you, did I?" he reasoned.

"Hmm..."

"Then... I was a little greedy, okay? You should be proud that your husband brought in this money," he said, pinching her cheek. "There's no need to be so virtuous. I didn't plot anything, okay?"

"Okay..." she conceded.

Just before reaching Garrepalli, they passed the Neha Concept College. Gautam saw a mango orchard without a fence and stopped the car beside it. He got out and came around to her side, opening her door. She stepped out.

"Why did you stop here?" she asked. "Are you buying this mango orchard or something?"

"Not at all," he laughed. "Even if Siva offers fifty crores, he won't sell it to us."

They started walking into the orchard.

"Is this Siva's?" she asked, surprised. "I didn't even know, and I'm from this village."

"How would women know about these things?" he teased. 

She pinched his shoulder.

After walking past two trees, he suddenly grabbed her waist at the third row, leaning her against a tree. 

Her breathing hitched. With mischievous eyes, he bent his head and kissed her nose. 

She smiled, her eyes playful. 

His fingers tightened on her waist, and a flutter of excitement went through her. She tried to move away coyly, but he held her firm, pressing her back against the tree.

"What's this new thing?" she whispered.

"Is it bothering you?" he asked, his voice low.

"No," she said, twisting her neck, a look of delight on her face.

He placed a hand on her cheek, stopping her coy movements. Drunkenly, he inhaled the scent of the jasmine in her braid, tilted her head back, and kissed her lips. 

She shivered, her hands finding his head, holding him close. He deepened the kiss, then moved to her neck. Geetha moaned softly, a sound of pure desire.

"Mmm..." she sighed.

"You're so cute. I couldn't resist," he whispered.

"Hmm," she murmured, hugging him tightly. He pressed her against his chest, showering her neck with kisses.

Geetha took his hand from her waist, brought it up, and placed it on her left boob. Gautam felt the firm touch, and he squeezed. The suddenness of it caught her by surprise.

"Ahh..." she gasped.

He squeezed her boob with his fingers as he kissed her neck. Both of them were getting worked up. His hand didn't stop there. He slipped his fingers under the edge of her blouse, cupping her boob, which was trembling like a fresh mango. Geetha's body trembled.

"Oh god..." she moaned.

"Is this okay with you?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"I'm scared someone might come," she said.

"No one will come," he promised.

"Then it's okay," she said, her voice a whisper.

Gautam stepped back and turned her toward the tree. He unhooked the three blouse hooks on her back, then unhooked her white bra. He moved his hands to the front, fully cupping her boobs and squeezing them gently. 

Overcome with a wild desire, she cried out. He kissed her back, gently kneading her breasts.

"Umm… my sweety," he murmured.

"Ss... darling... fuck me..." she pleaded.

"Here?" he asked, his voice full of disbelief.

"Yes... please, darling..." she begged.

"It's difficult..." he began.

Before he could finish, she grabbed his hand that was kneading her right nipple, guided it down under the folds of her saree, and pressed it directly onto her wetness. 

Understanding her plea, Gautam granted her wish, stroking her in the exact spot she had shown him, all while kissing her back. 

Geetha, who had never expected this from him, was filled with a fierce desire. Her emotions and hormones surged at once.

He kissed her neck, provocatively measuring her hidden beauty with his fingers.

"Ash..." she whimpered.

"Hmm... let go..." he said, and she released his hand. His hand remained, and her lehenga fluttered between her thighs. Geetha gripped the tree bark with her fists.

"Aah..." she screamed.

Gautam didn't stop, intoxicated by her scent. With one hand, he squeezed her boob, and with the other, he pleasured her flower.

"Aah aah... hmm... haha..." she cried out wetting her hubbies fingers.

She stopped swaying, took a deep breath, and turned around. Gautam pulled his hand out. She leaned against the tree, smiling and blushing. He wiped his fingers with the corner of her saree.

"I love you, darling," she said.

He hugged her and kissed her, and they savored each other's lips. 

She was puzzled by what had come over them, why he had acted this way, and why this public intimacy was happening today when it had never happened before. But her mind was filled with a satisfaction and joy she had never felt.


As Geetha adjusted the pallu of her saree, she took her husband's hand. The subtle, yet tender touch was enough to send a shiver down her spine. 

The couple walked on, a quiet comfort settled between them after their brief, affectionate embrace. They arrived at the car and just pulled up to the village.

As they arrived at Geeth’s house, on the veranda, Gowri, Geetha's mother, stood up from where she was tidying a basket of dried fritters. Her face lit up with a welcoming smile. 

Goutham shut off the car's engine, and as he and Geetha walked toward her, he asked, "Auntie, is everything good?"

"Yes, everything is good, son-in-law. Come on in," Gowri replied, her voice filled with warmth.

"Did uncle go to work?" Goutham asked.

"Yes, he'll be back in the evening," she said.

As they took a step forward, the musical sound of anklets jingled from inside. 

A moment later, a young girl, full of youthful energy, came hopping and pouncing toward them like a playful rabbit. 

Amulya, Geetha's beloved younger sister.

She had eyes that sparkled like berries, cheeks as radiant as a chrysanthemum blushing with shyness, and a prominent, lively smile on her strawberry-red lips. 

Where Geetha was modest and demure, Amulya was the complete opposite—a whirlwind of life and energy. She was a scholar in her studies, a dancer in her movements, and an intellect in her thoughts. With a face of mesmerizing beauty and a spirit of fiery passion, her name, Amulya, which meant "precious," was fitting.

"Hi, Bava!" Amulya exclaimed.

"Hey, heroine! How are you?" Goutham responded with a smile.

Amulya, tilting her head and winking playfully, said, "Haha… yes I am!"

Goutham laughed. "Haha... Close your eyes."

"Why, Bava?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Just close. We'll tell you," Geetha chimed in.

Amulya obediently covered her eyes with her hands. 

Goutham opened the car's back door, pulled out a large cardboard box, and placed it in front of her.

"Now look," he said.

Amulya removed her hands, her eyes wide with anticipation. She excitedly peeled the sticker off the box and opened it to reveal a large, cream-colored teddy bear with a bright red nose. Her eyes widened with pure joy, and she let out a delighted squeal. She grabbed the bear, hugged it tightly, and spun around in a circle.

"Hey, girl, you'll get dizzy. Stop," Gowri said with a chuckle.

Amulya came to a halt.

"Go keep it in your room. It will get dusty here," Geetha suggested.

Amulya beamed. "Thanks, Bava!"

"You're welcome," Goutham said. "Let's go inside."

Geetha, Gowri, and Amulya went inside as Goutham parked the car. He then retrieved two bags, locked the car, and entered the house. Placing the bags on a chair, he handed a small jewelry box to Gowri.

"This is for you, Auntie" he said. "Geetha selected it."

"Why for me?" she asked, surprised.

"Consider it a gift, just like the one for Ammu," he replied. He then pulled out another box, revealing a watch. "And this is for uncle."

Geetha took out another packet and from it, a necklace box.

"Mom, look. This is for my sister," she said, opening it to reveal a delicate gold necklace and matching earrings. "Ammu, come here."

Amulya, having just returned from her room, took the necklace from Geetha's hand. 

"Thanks, Akka. It's awesome!"

Geetha showed her own necklace.

"Yours is even nicer," Amulya remarked.

"Then you take this one," Geetha offered.

"No, no, this one suits me just fine," Amulya said. "It's thin, you see."

"Alright, as you wish," Geetha smiled.

"Did you two eat?" Gowri asked, always the caring mother.

"No, auntie," Goutham replied.

"Okay, I'll cook rice in ten minutes," she said.

"Yes, and you go take a bath in the meantime," Geetha added, her voice full of affection. 

"Let me go switch on the heater."

As Goutham chatted with Gowri, Geetha slipped into the room and turned on the heater. 

She laid out Goutham's track pants, t-shirt, and underwear. As she searched for a towel, she was startled by a warm pair of hands wrapping around her waist from back. She held onto them, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Are you staying here tonight?" Goutham whispered, his voice a low rumble.

"I'm not," she replied, her heart fluttering.

"So I have to sleep alone?"

"What? Weren't you sleeping alone in Canada?"

"Even after coming here?"

"After the marriage," she said, turning to face him. "Besides, you're going to Sai's house anyway, aren't you?"

"I'm going tomorrow morning."

"So I should come here tonight?" she teased.

"That's what I'm saying," he murmured, his lips brushing against her cheek.

"What will you do if I come?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

He bent down and gently bit her cheek.

"Ouch," she playfully complained.

"Mmm," he hummed, pulling her closer.

"When I first saw you, you looked tired," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What happened in between to make you so romantic?"

"You weren't next to me until I got here. I became like this after seeing you," he said, his gaze intense.

"Oh my, is this really my Goutham?"

"Why?"

"Nothing, nothing," she said, laughing. "Did you get any training in Canada to want to kiss your wife in a mango orchard as soon as you arrived?"

He chuckled. 

"Haha... Okay, go take a bath and come, let's eat," she said, handing him the towel.

After Goutham took a bath, they ate and talked, their conversation filled with shared memories and future dreams. Goutham then slept for about an hour, recovering from his long journey.

In the evening, Shiva called and asked Goutham to come over. Goutham, however, wanted to see his father-in-law first. He met Jayaraj, dropped Geetha off at Deepa's house, and finally returned to Sai's house in Sultanpur.

As they had expected, the night offered no chance for them to be together. Goutham was swept away in a drinking session with his friends at Sai's house. Geetha, too, was busy preparing Deepa to be the bride on the 22nd, while Goutham was helping Shiva. They only talked on the phone, their voices a small comfort across the distance.

On the 23rd, they finally met again at the wedding. Shiva and Sindhu, Geetha and Goutham—the two couples were a lively presence. After the wedding, as music filled the air, the four of them began to dance. They soon pulled the newlyweds into their group, and everyone danced and celebrated.

Following the dancing, there were photos, the handing over ceremony, and the baraat. With all the festivities concluded, Deepakrithi stepped into her new home. Geetha stayed there with Sindhu, and Goutham with Shiva, their paths once again diverging for the night.
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To e continued…….