Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
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Chapter 12: Teasing the Flames


The office thrummed with its usual rhythm, the clatter of keyboards blending with the distant honks of Coimbatore’s morning traffic—autos weaving through streets, a vendor’s call for fresh idlis slicing through the humid air. Nivi stepped in, her familiar green kurti hugging her figure, leggings clinging comfortably. The new kurtis—emerald, crimson, black, royal blue, white chiffon—waited at home, their promise burning in her mind. After yesterday’s boutique, she felt a shift: the mirror had shown a woman who commanded attention, and Raghavan’s encouragement had ignited a spark. She wasn’t the same Nivi anymore; the boldness from trying those pieces lingered, making her walk taller, her confidence a quiet flame. Anand’s neglect felt farther away; this was her space, and she was ready to own it, step by step.

As she crossed the lobby, a new clerk glanced her way, his eyes catching her silhouette before he fumbled with his files. The look sent a small jolt through her, a subtle thrill at being noticed. At her desk, she settled in, the hum of the AC cooling her skin, but her mind was on the gang—Ashwin’s grin, Dinesh’s quips, Ashok’s quiet stares. They’ve always seen me as one of the boys, but soon they’ll see more, she thought, her heart quickening at the thought of salary day, when she’d unveil the new her.


At the tea station, the gang swarmed, their banter warm and familiar. Ashwin leaned on the counter, waving a biscuit. “Nivi, you’re glowing today. What’s the secret? Spill.” His eyes flicked to her briefly, the kurti pulling tight as she reached for a tumbler.

Dinesh smirked, adjusting his glasses. “Yeah, you’re looking too good for a Monday. Got something up your sleeve?” His tone was playful, his gaze lingering on her a moment longer.

Ashok stood back, his eyes on her, face flushing as she turned. “You seem… different,” he said softly.
“Just happy to be here,” she said, her voice low, steady, letting her kurti ride up slightly as she leaned for sugar. The move was subtle, but Ashwin’s story paused, Dinesh’s smirk softened, and a passing delivery guy outside the window glanced her way, his eyes on her form before he hurried off. The strangers’ looks added to her growing spark, her confidence blooming from the boutique’s mirror.

“Happy, huh?” Ashwin said, recovering, his grin sharp. “You’re up to something, Nivi. Got a surprise for us?”
She tossed her hair, her tone playful but with a new edge. “Maybe. Salary day’s coming—you’ll see a different me then. Not the old Nivi.” 

Her heart raced at the promise, imagining walking in bolder, the kurtis hugging her curves, drawing eyes. “My treat won’t be lunch or dinner,” she added, eyes flicking to Ashok. His hands shook on his cup, his shy stare holding hers a beat longer.


Mid-morning, Raghavan called her to his office, the door clicking shut. He leaned back, eyes tracing her—chest, waist, hips—with that mix of warmth and intensity from yesterday. 

“Nivi,” he said, voice low, “still in the old kurti? I thought you’d try the emerald today. It suited you… perfectly.”


She stepped closer, hips swaying subtly, her confidence from the boutique pushing her. “Sir,” she said, leaning on his desk, her figure outlined against the light. 

“We left together yesterday—temple, shopping. If I walk in now with a new kurti, the gossip will fly. I’m saving them for salary day. A bolder me—you’ll see what I mean.”


His throat bobbed, eyes darkening as he took in her stance, the way she held his gaze. “Smart. But I’m impatient. That crimson one—the slits, the way it moves with you—it’d change everything here.” 

His words carried a subtle charge, and she felt his appreciation, the spark from the boutique alive between them.
“After salary day,” she said, her voice teasing, leaning closer. “My treat to the team. They’ll see a Nivi they can’t ignore.” A courier guy passed the office window, his eyes snagging on her silhouette, fueling her thrill. 

Raghavan’s gaze seared her, noticing the change in her—the bolder tilt of her chin, the confidence in her posture.

He nodded, a slow smile spreading. “Tease them, Nivi. Let them feel it building.” His eyes held hers, acknowledging her evolution, the boldness he’d helped unlock.

Through the week, Nivi wove her teases into every moment. At tea breaks, she’d lean against the counter, her kurti riding up to show a hint of her waist, Ashwin’s eyes lingering, Dinesh’s quips sharper, Ashok’s shy stare desperate. “Boys,” she’d say, voice low, “salary day’s my show. Wait for it—something different.” A street vendor outside glanced as she adjusted her dupatta, his eyes on her hips, adding to her spark. Lunch was electric, the gang pulling her to their table, their banter laced with curiosity. “What’s this treat?” Dinesh asked, smirking. “Better be worth the wait.”

She smiled, crossing her legs, her kurti tight. 

“It will be,” she teased, her confidence growing, picturing their reactions to her new look. The week’s highlight was a lunch bet—rock-paper-scissors for a bike ride home. 

Ashwin won, grinning. “My day!” Outside, she climbed onto his bike, her body pressing close, the wind whipping her hair as she leaned in, whispering, 

“Hold on tight.” The closeness sent a quiet thrill through her, her evolution from the boutique making her feel alive, ready for more.


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