Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

15. Fluvials

May ninth, evening,

JK Badminton and Volleyball Indoor Stadium.

If we lack confidence in ourselves, it's a blessing to have someone in our lives who believes in us. I may not have enough experience to say this, but when I think of my teacher, Geetha, that's what it feels like.

I played in front of her after promising her I would win the semifinals, and I did. When asked why I had to win, I wanted to win for her—for the racket she bought me, for the faith she had in me, and for the way she praised me during my moments of self-doubt.

I worked hard in my studies because I had to endure them.

Now, I'm working hard at this game because I love it.

The doubt, "Can I really study?" is not going away. But the doubt, "Can I play?" never even crosses my mind.

I can't believe I've made it to the final. The gift Geetha miss gave me, and the affection she showed me, brought me this far. I have to win this final too. I have nothing to prove to anyone, but I'll win for Geetha miss, for her love.

My parents are sitting in the stands. Even though my dad told me not to play, I convinced him that this game suits me better than academics and that's why I'm playing. I have to win in front of my dad.

““Bharat, you started this story a bit naive, careless, and shy, but now you've become brave, revealed your talent, and shown a side of yourself to Geetha miss that no one else knew. You've come this far.””

"Yes, I have to win. Help me win."

““Dude, you're the hero of this story. The hero has to win. You'll win.””

"Alright, the game is about to start. Why isn't Geetha miss here yet?"

““She'll come. Just play well.””

"Hmm... okay."

What's with this Haran fellow, sitting comfortably? He writes a story when he has free time. All the suffering is mine. If he doesn't write this story, I can't be with Geetha miss, can I?

I assume you know a little about badminton. You have to win two out of three matches.
It's four o'clock. The first match is about to begin.

Sai Krishna bro and I are ready.

With the racket Geetha miss bought me, I stood like a hunter holding a bow.

Looking around, there seem to be few people. Even though there are chairs for two hundred people, not even half of them are full.

““Where is the encouragement for sports other than cricket in our country?””

“If there was no encouragement, would we have gotten a badminton Olympics silver medal?”

““Even with that medal, no. A small Asia Cup tournament in cricket gets a huge hype. But did anyone properly watch PV Sindhu's badminton Olympics match? They appreciated her for winning a silver medal, that's it.””

"What you're saying is true, Haran."

““They might get angry, buddy, but when will these people realize that the IPL is a business that makes people fools?””

"Hush, Haran. Don't speak such truths. They are already frustrated with you."

Sai Krishna bro asked, "What are you mumbling?" looking at me strangely.

"Nothing, bro. I'm just praying to God."

““You're praying while talking to me, you moron?””

"Get lost, Haran. I have to play. Where is Geetha miss? She hasn't come yet. When she comes, don't be here. She'll see you."

““She'll come. You play. I'm leaving.””

The umpire sat on the right side of the net. He asked if we were ready.

I looked straight ahead.

On the other side of the net is the Don Bosco college team.

One is dark and my height, named Pawan.

One is fair and short, named Sathwik.

When Sathwik saw me, I smiled. He also smiled back.

When I looked at Pawan, he had a frown on his face. He must be tense about the game and has a grudge against us, as his opponents.

From our side, our coach Rafiq sir said, "Bharat, you take the front, Sai, you cover."

Sai Krishna: "Move to the middle, buddy. Take a good serve..." and he moved to my left, behind me.

Rafiq: "Bharat, don't get careless."

I looked at Rafiq sir and nodded, "Okay."

I looked at my mom. She was looking up and sitting with her hands clasped, praying god. Looking that way, another lady was also doing the same. She must be Pawan's mom.

Sai Krishna bro, I, and the two of them, got ready.

Sathwik came to the middle line and took the serving position.

"Hey, have our Xossipy folks come to watch?"

““They are reading, so it's like they're watching.””

"That's not good enough. Tell them to come."

““So, readers, you are now sitting in the JK Stadium watching Bharat's game. Why are you looking at the entrance? For Geetha? She'll come.””

The whistle blew.

My eyes met Sathwik's pupils. He looked this way and that, and I looked this way and otherside.

Suddenly, like a tiny sparrow, the shuttle flew past the net and over me.

Casting the meager shadow of a giant over me, Sai Krishna bro flew with the speed of a hawk and slammed it down with a "thud.”

Before my eardrum could stop vibrating, Sathwik chopped at the falling shuttle near his right knee.

Like a pigeon spreading its wings, I stretched out my right hand, and just as that sparrow was about to leap to the end of the net, I gently lofted it over the net after it landed on my racket's web, before my heart could go "lub-dub."

It flew and hit the net with one leg, got caught, and then landed on the other side.

Pawan couldn't save it.

Rafiq: "Hutt... Kamaal, Bharat..."

Xossipy - 1, Don Bosco - 0

Sai Krishna: "That was awesome, Bharat."

What did I do? At that moment, I felt like I had to do it, and I did.

The game started with me scoring. One point for our team.

Then, it was my serve.

As soon as Pawan and his team said they were ready, I hit it, thinking it had to go exactly over the net, but the shuttle hit the top of the net and fell back.

Pawan smirked. I could sense a few faces in the stadium also smiling.

There was no reaction on Rafiq sir's face.

Putting a hand on my shoulder, Sai Krishna said, "It's okay. Stay steady."

1/1

Then, Pawan served, and the shuttle flew high like a rocket. It was falling to my left, so I pulled it and hit it high. It went back to Pawan just as it came.

Pawan nudged it slightly. It was falling toward our side, and as it was on the edge of my racket, I took a step forward to hit it, but it went past me and hit the ground.

X - 1, D - 2
X - 1, D - 4
X - 2, D - 7
X - 7, D - 11

Break.

X - 13, D - 16
X - 15, D - 18
X - 18, D - 19
X - 20, D - 19

First round - Xossipy wins.

Why hasn't Geetha miss arrived yet?

-

A solitary Pulsar sliced through the stillness of the deserted road, its rider, a man in a green shirt, his gaze fixed on a Hyundai Verna. It was a still life, save for the pulsating heat, parked in the deep shadow of a hibiscus tree. As the bike drew closer, a flicker of movement disturbed the scene. 

A woman in the driver's seat pushed a man away, her hands pressed against his chest. 

The bike continued on its path, passing the car and disappearing down the road.

"Hmm... we should meet more often," Shiva said with a mischievous smile, leaning back in his seat.

"Get out," Geetha snapped.

Shiva rose slightly, planting his face on her shoulder and giving her neck a playful kiss. His voice dropped to a seductive whisper in her ear. "Stay like this for a while..." He gave a soft tug on her earring with his teeth.

"Ugh... move. Get out of the car first," Geetha insisted, pushing his head away.

"Hey, what's wrong? You were fine until a moment ago."

"Just get out."

Silently, Shiva leaned back, opened the door, and got out. "Thanks for the kiss..."

Geetha wrinkled her nose. "Get lost. Bye..." 

As she drove away, a whirlwind of thoughts engulfed her. 

‘What am I even doing? 

I shouldn't be seen by this guy again. Sindhu... oh’

Her car, eventually stopped in front of stadium.


(We'll deal with Shiva later. For now, Bharat is important, readers.)



In the parking lot, Geetha got out, adjusting the pallu of her saffron-colored cotton saree. She closed the door and checked her reflection in the side mirror, wiping her mouth with the edge of her saree. "Gautham, I should say something to you first..." she murmured to herself, a small smile playing on her lips.

Suddenly, her phone rang from inside the car. Annoyed, she unlocked the door and retrieved it. 

The screen displayed 'Call - Darling'. She locked the car again and answered.

"Did you go and come back, darling?" Gautham's voice came through the line.

"Yes, I went and came back. Is there a choice?" she snapped, her irritation bubbling to the surface.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sensing her mood.

"Nothing. What do you want?"

"Did you see everything... Is it okay?"

"What should I say? That Shiva said all sorts of things? I didn't understand all the planning, but I listened. It's good."

"Hmm..."

"Anyway, you should handle these things."

"I thought you should know too."

"Yes... but..."

"But?"

"Nothing." Geetha walked along the stadium corridor, the sounds of her footsteps echoing in the silence.

"Where are you now?" Gautham asked.

"I've come to the stadium. Bharat has a tournament, remember?"

"Oh, is that so?"

Geetha took a deep breath, letting go of the Shiva incident. She was back to her usual self. 

"Hmm... There won't be time at night. You called when your wife is outside."

"I'm in another country. It's night here now."

"I know... We haven't had a video call for a week. No kisses."

"Huh. That's why I called now."

"Should I go home then?"

"Go..."

"What about Bharat's match then?"

"Okay, watch the match. I'm hanging up."

"Hey, what's with the sulking?"

"Nothing. Can you talk for a while?"

"Hmm, tell me." Geetha looked around and found a shaded hall near the entrance, where she sat down on a chair.

"You'll be here in Canada with me in five more days," Gautham said.

"Hmm..."

"Bharat will definitely come, right? His family isn't objecting or anything?"

"Yes, he'll come."

"I'll also come back with you."

"Why?"

"It's your birthday, isn't it?"

"So we won't be there on that day?"

"No. What's there here? We'll return home two days before your birthday. I'll stay for the birthday night."

"I thought we'd do something special in Canada." A whistle blew in the distance.

"We'll be alone there. In the morning, we'll go to your house. In the evening, we'll have a small party here with Shiva, Sindhu, Bharat, and others."

"Oh... when did you stop company planning and start party planning?" Geetha teased.

"Is there any problem with that?"

"It's up to you. Who am I to say no?"

"So, what does my darling want?"

Geetha checked if anyone was watching, then gave a soft kiss to her phone. "Muah."

"You said you were outside," Gautham chuckled.

"No one is watching here."

"Should I hang up then?"

"Up to you."

"Okay, bye."

"Love you..."

"Love you too..." He hung up.

Geetha pocketed her phone and went inside. 

The scoreboard read: D 19 :: X 15. On the opposing team, Sathwik was getting ready to take the shuttle. Bharat, about to glance at Sushila, instead saw Geetha. A broad smile spread across his face, and he returned her smile. His face lit up with excitement as he focused back on the game.

Geetha took a seat next to Sushila, greeting Srinivas and falling into conversation with them. 

Bharat was the hero, so his team was destined to win. 

Detailing the game was pointless; the Xossipy team won.