15-08-2025, 02:19 PM
The next afternoon, back in Garrepalli, Geetha and Ammu lost themselves in a haze, sifting through photos of previous day wedding.
That evening, after dinner, a rare moment of solitude with Goutham presented itself. He was preoccupied, however, working on his laptop and a conference call. Geetha, seeking his attention, blew him a playful kiss as she entered the room. Goutham’s smile was immediate, a brief crack in his professional facade.
“Excuse me, Goutham,” said his colleague, trying to grab his focus.
But Geetha wanted him entirely to herself. The quiet longing for Goutham’s undivided attention brought a pang of unconscious comparison—a fleeting wish that he could be as engrossed with her as Bharath once was.
She closed the door, letting the soft folds of her saree pallu slip from her shoulder.
Bending over, she revealed the gentle curves of her creamy cleavage almost popping her boob curves.
Goutham, caught off guard, licked his lips before forcing himself to look away.
A sly smile played on Geetha’s lips. She knew she had his attention.
He couldn't resist. His gaze drifted back to her. She unbuttoned the top three hooks of her blouse, holding them slightly apart. The small, red nipples straining against the fabric were now visible.
Muting his mic, Goutham said, "Geetha, stop."
"Hahaha, okay," she giggled, a hint of victory in her tone.
As she began to adjust her saree, Goutham abruptly ended his call. "Mr. Karlson, I'll join you later. Personal work," he announced.
He slammed his laptop shut, got up, and pulled her toward him by the hand. "Hey, what's all this fuss?" he asked, a mix of frustration and desire in his voice.
"Me, making a fuss?" she replied, her voice laced with a coquettish playfulness. "You were the one who was kissing me a lot the yesterday. Your desires aren't fulfilled yet, so..."
He sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap. "It's awkward when you do that while I'm working."
"But on video calls you ask me to show you, darling," she said, her eyes sparkling.
"That was then, silly girl... now different..." he moved his hand up her waist, and she swayed, beaming with joy.
He kissed her nose, and she, intoxicated by the moment, kissed his chin. His lips moved slowly, pushing her blouse aside to kiss her cleavage. A soft moan of affection escaped her lips.
He came back up, still kissing her. "We have to go to Karimnagar tomorrow," he whispered.
"Oh, okay," she replied, her own lips meeting his in a warm, passionate shower of kisses.
He pulled her into a tighter embrace. Just as their intense gazes locked and their lips were about to meet, her phone rang. Geetha laughed, the spell broken.
"Let go, it's my phone."
It was Bharath.
"Hello, Bharath," she said, her tone shifting instantly.
"Miss, how are you?" he asked.
"Fine, dear... How's your practice going?"
"I'm going every day, miss," he said.
Goutham pulled her back onto his lap. "Do you want to talk to Goutham?" she asked.
"Yeah, miss."
She handed the phone to Goutham just as Gowri called her away.
"Hi, hero, how are you?" Goutham said, his voice warm and friendly.
"I'm good, sir. How are you, when did you arrive?"
"I came for the wedding. Did you write your exams well?"
"Yeah, sir. I did well. It's because of Geetha teacher, sir. Thanks."
"Haha, why thank me? Thank your teacher."
"Hmm... Sir, when are you coming to Hyderabad? We can meet after you come home."
"No, Bharath, I can't come home."
"Oh, really? Sir, the quarterfinals are on May 2nd. I thought you would be there to watch."
"It won't be possible. But you play well, okay?"
"Yeah, sir."
Geetha returned with a jar of honey and a bowl of sugar.
"Here, talk to your teacher," Goutham said, passing the phone back.
"Miss, will you come here on May 2nd?" Bharath asked.
"Maybe I'll come, I have to see."
"Miss, Ganesh Sir's wedding is on May 4th. Harish told me, and Anil Sir knows. Didn't you get an invitation?"
"No, I don't know yet."
"They might call you tomorrow.”
"Oh, we'll see."
"Miss, I remembered you, that's why I called."
She looked at Goutham, raising her eyelids in a flirtatious gesture. "Hmm," she murmured.
"Will you give me as many kisses as the number of days you've been away?" Bharath’s voice was teasing.
"Hey..." she chided.
"Oh, sorry, sir is right there."
"Hmm..."
"So, how many kisses did you give sir?"
"I'll give you a punishment when I return."
"As punishment, I'll rest my head on your boobs."
"Hmm..."
"Okay?"
"Hmm..."
"Seriously... not a joke."
Geetha turned the phone away from Goutham's ear. "Shut up, you dog," she whispered, a mix of anger and amusement in her tone.
"Hahaha...”
"Focus on the tournament, not on other things."
"Yeah... Missing you, miss."
"Okay, I'll call you later. Bye.”
"Bye, miss..."
Geetha hung up, pushing her braid back over her shoulder as she looked at Goutham.
"How did you know about his badminton tournament practice? I didn't tell you, right?"
"I don't know, I just understood it from your conversation. That's why I also mentioned it," he said, a small, suppressed smile on his face.
"Haha... clever," she said, before her own smile faded. The casual confession had triggered a deeper, more serious question.
"Okay, speaking of Bharath," Goutham said, his tone changing, "tell me, why was he at our house that day?"
A shiver ran through Geetha. She hid her face, a silent curse forming in her mind: Oh no, he asked. Damn, Bharath, why did you have to call?
"Tell me?" Goutham repeated, his smile gone.
"I told you that day, right?" she said, trying to deflect.
He placed a finger under her chin and gently lifted it, forcing her to look at him. Her expression was one of manufactured innocence. "My dear. I won't say anything, okay? Tell me what happened?" he said softly.
"No, please."
"Did something happen that you can't tell me?”
"Uh-huh, it's not like that."
"Then tell me."
"You'll get angry?"
"Why? What did you do?"
Geetha took his hand and, with a trembling grip, placed it on her chest. "He kissed me here too."
"I knew it," Goutham said, his voice flat.
"I'm sorry."
"Are you going to tell me everything or not?" he pressed.
"I'll tell you."
"Tell me... What happened... how many nights was Bharath with you?"
"I told you I went trekking with him to a hill, right?"
"Yeah..."
"There, we got wet in the water, and he hugged me. I kissed him. He couldn't stop, and we shared a lot of kisses. That day, after we came home, he stayed with me. In our bed again."
"Hmm..."
Geetha looked at him nervously, her eyelids raised. "Tell," Goutham prompted.
Unable to speak the words, she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "He kissed me in the movie hall. We went home. He helped me while I was cooking. Another kiss in the kitchen. He didn't stop with just a kiss. He raised my hands and kissed my armpit."
"Hmm..." Goutham’s hand tightened on her shoulder.
"I didn't know what to do. When he was doing that, my hands and feet went numb. He took off my saree. He took off my blouse."
"Oye...?"
"But I stopped him. He kisses very lovingly. When he touches me, I feel warm. I don't know what it is, but I just wanted to stick to him."
"Then, what about the painting you mentioned? You haven't shown it to me yet."
Geetha hugged Goutham tightly. "I didn't show it to you because I didn't know what you would say after seeing it."
"Why?"
"It's on the phone, you can see it."
Goutham took her phone, opened the gallery, and found the painting. It was a beautiful, detailed drawing of Geetha with her back turned. Had no panties on. Bharath had rendered her round buttocks with stunning realism.
"Is this the painting?" Goutham asked, his voice low.
"Hmm..." she said, trembling.
"So you took off your panties?"
"It's not what you think. He didn't see anything. He only saw my back."
"That's not it. You mean you showed your back to him? Did you get that close?"
"Don't scold me, please... He kept asking so much that I couldn't say no."
"What happened after that?"
"After he finished the painting, he showed it to me, held me, and touched me here and there while praising me."
"Here and there means?"
"I can't tell you, darling. Please understand."
"Hey, did all this happen?"
Geetha’s body started to shiver, her shoulders trembling. Goutham squeezed them to make her stop. "Geetha...?"
"I didn't do anything on purpose. When I'm with Bharath, something happens to me. I see a lot of love for me in his eyes. He sees me like a goddess. I gave in. It's not his fault. He's a young man, so won't he have such thoughts?"
"Was he there that night too?"
"He was there the night before I came here."
"Did he see you without clothes?"
Geetha froze, her eyes wide with shock and fear as she looked at Goutham. His own eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and anger.
"Did he see you?"
"Hmm..." she accepted, tears streaming down her face as she hugged him, seeking comfort and forgiveness.
"You even held his cock, didn't you?..." Goutham said little angrily, the words biting.
"I'm sorry... I really didn't know. I missed you, darling. I missed you... I'm sorry." She tried to explain, to justify her actions, not just to him but to herself.
When a loved one is far away, and someone else shows even a little affection, isn't it natural to feel a small affection in return? Was it not a natural desire for a young man like Bharath to be captivated by his beautiful teacher? He never cheated, never tricked her, never took advantage of her vulnerability. He simply saw her beauty and showered her with praise, and in return, she fell for him. He didn’t force a single kiss, not a single touch. She saw the affection in his eyes and gave in. When he kissed her in the movie theater, she didn’t stop him. When she invited him to her house, he did everything with her consent, fueled by their mutual passion. Her saree pallu didn’t slip by accident; she took off her panties for his painting; she let him take off her blouse. Bharath did nothing she didn't allow. They were simply pawns in a situation that arose between them.
You were the one who saw as it happen.
You were the witness to everything.
That evening, after dinner, a rare moment of solitude with Goutham presented itself. He was preoccupied, however, working on his laptop and a conference call. Geetha, seeking his attention, blew him a playful kiss as she entered the room. Goutham’s smile was immediate, a brief crack in his professional facade.
“Excuse me, Goutham,” said his colleague, trying to grab his focus.
But Geetha wanted him entirely to herself. The quiet longing for Goutham’s undivided attention brought a pang of unconscious comparison—a fleeting wish that he could be as engrossed with her as Bharath once was.
She closed the door, letting the soft folds of her saree pallu slip from her shoulder.
Bending over, she revealed the gentle curves of her creamy cleavage almost popping her boob curves.
Goutham, caught off guard, licked his lips before forcing himself to look away.
A sly smile played on Geetha’s lips. She knew she had his attention.
He couldn't resist. His gaze drifted back to her. She unbuttoned the top three hooks of her blouse, holding them slightly apart. The small, red nipples straining against the fabric were now visible.
Muting his mic, Goutham said, "Geetha, stop."
"Hahaha, okay," she giggled, a hint of victory in her tone.
As she began to adjust her saree, Goutham abruptly ended his call. "Mr. Karlson, I'll join you later. Personal work," he announced.
He slammed his laptop shut, got up, and pulled her toward him by the hand. "Hey, what's all this fuss?" he asked, a mix of frustration and desire in his voice.
"Me, making a fuss?" she replied, her voice laced with a coquettish playfulness. "You were the one who was kissing me a lot the yesterday. Your desires aren't fulfilled yet, so..."
He sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap. "It's awkward when you do that while I'm working."
"But on video calls you ask me to show you, darling," she said, her eyes sparkling.
"That was then, silly girl... now different..." he moved his hand up her waist, and she swayed, beaming with joy.
He kissed her nose, and she, intoxicated by the moment, kissed his chin. His lips moved slowly, pushing her blouse aside to kiss her cleavage. A soft moan of affection escaped her lips.
He came back up, still kissing her. "We have to go to Karimnagar tomorrow," he whispered.
"Oh, okay," she replied, her own lips meeting his in a warm, passionate shower of kisses.
He pulled her into a tighter embrace. Just as their intense gazes locked and their lips were about to meet, her phone rang. Geetha laughed, the spell broken.
"Let go, it's my phone."
It was Bharath.
"Hello, Bharath," she said, her tone shifting instantly.
"Miss, how are you?" he asked.
"Fine, dear... How's your practice going?"
"I'm going every day, miss," he said.
Goutham pulled her back onto his lap. "Do you want to talk to Goutham?" she asked.
"Yeah, miss."
She handed the phone to Goutham just as Gowri called her away.
"Hi, hero, how are you?" Goutham said, his voice warm and friendly.
"I'm good, sir. How are you, when did you arrive?"
"I came for the wedding. Did you write your exams well?"
"Yeah, sir. I did well. It's because of Geetha teacher, sir. Thanks."
"Haha, why thank me? Thank your teacher."
"Hmm... Sir, when are you coming to Hyderabad? We can meet after you come home."
"No, Bharath, I can't come home."
"Oh, really? Sir, the quarterfinals are on May 2nd. I thought you would be there to watch."
"It won't be possible. But you play well, okay?"
"Yeah, sir."
Geetha returned with a jar of honey and a bowl of sugar.
"Here, talk to your teacher," Goutham said, passing the phone back.
"Miss, will you come here on May 2nd?" Bharath asked.
"Maybe I'll come, I have to see."
"Miss, Ganesh Sir's wedding is on May 4th. Harish told me, and Anil Sir knows. Didn't you get an invitation?"
"No, I don't know yet."
"They might call you tomorrow.”
"Oh, we'll see."
"Miss, I remembered you, that's why I called."
She looked at Goutham, raising her eyelids in a flirtatious gesture. "Hmm," she murmured.
"Will you give me as many kisses as the number of days you've been away?" Bharath’s voice was teasing.
"Hey..." she chided.
"Oh, sorry, sir is right there."
"Hmm..."
"So, how many kisses did you give sir?"
"I'll give you a punishment when I return."
"As punishment, I'll rest my head on your boobs."
"Hmm..."
"Okay?"
"Hmm..."
"Seriously... not a joke."
Geetha turned the phone away from Goutham's ear. "Shut up, you dog," she whispered, a mix of anger and amusement in her tone.
"Hahaha...”
"Focus on the tournament, not on other things."
"Yeah... Missing you, miss."
"Okay, I'll call you later. Bye.”
"Bye, miss..."
Geetha hung up, pushing her braid back over her shoulder as she looked at Goutham.
"How did you know about his badminton tournament practice? I didn't tell you, right?"
"I don't know, I just understood it from your conversation. That's why I also mentioned it," he said, a small, suppressed smile on his face.
"Haha... clever," she said, before her own smile faded. The casual confession had triggered a deeper, more serious question.
"Okay, speaking of Bharath," Goutham said, his tone changing, "tell me, why was he at our house that day?"
A shiver ran through Geetha. She hid her face, a silent curse forming in her mind: Oh no, he asked. Damn, Bharath, why did you have to call?
"Tell me?" Goutham repeated, his smile gone.
"I told you that day, right?" she said, trying to deflect.
He placed a finger under her chin and gently lifted it, forcing her to look at him. Her expression was one of manufactured innocence. "My dear. I won't say anything, okay? Tell me what happened?" he said softly.
"No, please."
"Did something happen that you can't tell me?”
"Uh-huh, it's not like that."
"Then tell me."
"You'll get angry?"
"Why? What did you do?"
Geetha took his hand and, with a trembling grip, placed it on her chest. "He kissed me here too."
"I knew it," Goutham said, his voice flat.
"I'm sorry."
"Are you going to tell me everything or not?" he pressed.
"I'll tell you."
"Tell me... What happened... how many nights was Bharath with you?"
"I told you I went trekking with him to a hill, right?"
"Yeah..."
"There, we got wet in the water, and he hugged me. I kissed him. He couldn't stop, and we shared a lot of kisses. That day, after we came home, he stayed with me. In our bed again."
"Hmm..."
Geetha looked at him nervously, her eyelids raised. "Tell," Goutham prompted.
Unable to speak the words, she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "He kissed me in the movie hall. We went home. He helped me while I was cooking. Another kiss in the kitchen. He didn't stop with just a kiss. He raised my hands and kissed my armpit."
"Hmm..." Goutham’s hand tightened on her shoulder.
"I didn't know what to do. When he was doing that, my hands and feet went numb. He took off my saree. He took off my blouse."
"Oye...?"
"But I stopped him. He kisses very lovingly. When he touches me, I feel warm. I don't know what it is, but I just wanted to stick to him."
"Then, what about the painting you mentioned? You haven't shown it to me yet."
Geetha hugged Goutham tightly. "I didn't show it to you because I didn't know what you would say after seeing it."
"Why?"
"It's on the phone, you can see it."
Goutham took her phone, opened the gallery, and found the painting. It was a beautiful, detailed drawing of Geetha with her back turned. Had no panties on. Bharath had rendered her round buttocks with stunning realism.
"Is this the painting?" Goutham asked, his voice low.
"Hmm..." she said, trembling.
"So you took off your panties?"
"It's not what you think. He didn't see anything. He only saw my back."
"That's not it. You mean you showed your back to him? Did you get that close?"
"Don't scold me, please... He kept asking so much that I couldn't say no."
"What happened after that?"
"After he finished the painting, he showed it to me, held me, and touched me here and there while praising me."
"Here and there means?"
"I can't tell you, darling. Please understand."
"Hey, did all this happen?"
Geetha’s body started to shiver, her shoulders trembling. Goutham squeezed them to make her stop. "Geetha...?"
"I didn't do anything on purpose. When I'm with Bharath, something happens to me. I see a lot of love for me in his eyes. He sees me like a goddess. I gave in. It's not his fault. He's a young man, so won't he have such thoughts?"
"Was he there that night too?"
"He was there the night before I came here."
"Did he see you without clothes?"
Geetha froze, her eyes wide with shock and fear as she looked at Goutham. His own eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and anger.
"Did he see you?"
"Hmm..." she accepted, tears streaming down her face as she hugged him, seeking comfort and forgiveness.
"You even held his cock, didn't you?..." Goutham said little angrily, the words biting.
"I'm sorry... I really didn't know. I missed you, darling. I missed you... I'm sorry." She tried to explain, to justify her actions, not just to him but to herself.
When a loved one is far away, and someone else shows even a little affection, isn't it natural to feel a small affection in return? Was it not a natural desire for a young man like Bharath to be captivated by his beautiful teacher? He never cheated, never tricked her, never took advantage of her vulnerability. He simply saw her beauty and showered her with praise, and in return, she fell for him. He didn’t force a single kiss, not a single touch. She saw the affection in his eyes and gave in. When he kissed her in the movie theater, she didn’t stop him. When she invited him to her house, he did everything with her consent, fueled by their mutual passion. Her saree pallu didn’t slip by accident; she took off her panties for his painting; she let him take off her blouse. Bharath did nothing she didn't allow. They were simply pawns in a situation that arose between them.
You were the one who saw as it happen.
You were the witness to everything.
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