Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

18. Anything even more

The following morning, a Tuesday, Geetha and Bharat stepped out of the elevator onto the first floor of South Shopee Mall. This was Bharat's first time here; in fact, it was the first time Sindhu had brought Geetha here.

They walked toward a large fashion store, heading straight for the women’s section on the right. Bharat followed Geetha, his eyes scanning the racks of dresses. He wondered why she hadn't come for her usual kurtis or sarees. 

She stopped and picked up a pair of gray pants, handing them to him to hold.

"Miss, you should get a white T-shirt to go with them," he suggested.

Geetha ran her hand along the shirts on the hangers. "Why only white?"

"White looks good," he said simply.

"Hmm," she hummed in response.

"You usually buy kurtis and leggings, right?" he asked. "Why these today?"

"To wear in Canada, silly," she said, still looking through the clothes. "Gautam himself told me to get them."

"Oh, I see," Bharat replied.

Just then, Geetha found a white T-shirt. She pulled it off the hanger and held it up for him. "Is this okay?"

"Try it on," he said.

"Hmm. Let's look at three more dresses first."

They continued their walk, moving toward the maxi dresses. As Geetha was about to pick out two, a mannequin a few feet ahead caught their attention. It was wearing a black, mini A-line dress, and Bharat was captivated. For a moment, he imagined Geetha in it. He tapped her shoulder and gestured toward the dress.

"Miss, will you buy that?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes and looked over, surprised. It was a mini-frock that only came up to her thighs. "Do your eyes only see these kinds of things, you naughty fellow?" she teased. "I don't want that."

He bent a little and whispered in her ear, "Just imagine, Miss, after we go to Canada, you take a bath while I'm asleep and then you wear this to appear before Gautam sir…"

She clapped a hand over his mouth, stopping him mid-sentence. "Hey, stop it. Someone will hear us."

Smiling coyly, she glanced over and saw a saleswoman standing a short distance away.

"They're not looking at us," Bharat whispered. "Miss, buy it. You'll look sexy."

"Stop it," she insisted. "I don't want it. Look at it; heroines wear things like that."

"You are the heroine of this story, aren't you?" he said with a grin.

Embarrassed, she couldn't say a word and just walked forward. Bharat followed, his voice a low whisper behind her. "Hey, buy it, Miss. You looked so good in that white shirt the other day. If you wear this... uff..."

"Shh, shut up," she said, her cheeks flushed.

"Please buy it, Miss. It's okay. I'll pretend I'm not looking. You go and get it."

"No, I don't want it."

He took her hand and pulled her close. Geetha's legs trembled as she worried if someone might see them. "Hey, leave me alone, don't play silly games here," she pleaded.

He interlocked his fingers and pressed into the folds of her red churidar. Looking deep into her eyes, he said, "Miss, if I had money, I would have gifted it to you right now." 

That was how much he liked the dress.

"When you have money, you can buy it," she said. "Now, move along."

"Okay, let's do one thing. Lend me some money now. I'll buy that dress and gift it to you. When I get my money, I'll pay you back with interest."

"What is this? I said no, right?"

"Miss, I'm telling you for your own good," he said earnestly. "When we go to Canada, you need to spend some private time with Gautam sir in the evening."

Geetha understood what Bharat was saying. She knew what he was hinting at. "Hey, do you know what you're saying?" she whispered, her voice a little shaky. "You shouldn't be talking like that."

"Miss, I don't want to hide anything from you. I know that when you go there, you and Gautam garu will have private time. I shouldn't be saying things like this, but I'm telling you as a friend. I'm suggesting this as a friend. Buy that dress, Miss."

Understanding the depth in his words, she felt a little proud. She liked how upfront he was. Another thing was that Bharat didn't say he wanted to see her in the dress, but instead brought up Gautam. She was impressed by his affection for her and Gautam's relationship.

"What happened, Miss, why aren't you saying anything?" he asked.

She looked at him, a slight smile on her lips. "Say that you want to see it. Why are you using Gautam garu in the middle?"

"I'll see if you wear it and show me," he said. "But I'm not asking for myself. Miss, buy it. A beauty like you should have a dress like that..." As he spoke, he increased the pressure on her waist.

"That's enough," she said. "Let go. If you get a chance, you'll hold on to me."

"Uh-huh, I'll only let go if you say you'll buy the dress."

"Fine, I'll buy it," she conceded. "Now, let go."

He laughed and released her, stepping away.

While Bharat waited, Geetha went to the saleswoman, spoke to her, took the black dress he had shown her, and returned to his side. "Come on, let's buy you some clothes," she said.

Did Bharat's desires have limits? Besides, the small hope he'd been holding on to for four months was still there, wasn't it? It had to be fulfilled. When Geetha came forward and said, "Come on," he smiled and moved forward.

"Do you know what a bikini is?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do," she replied.

"Buy one," he said.

She was completely surprised that he would ask that and decided she needed to get him under control. She whispered softly, "Shut up, keep your mouth shut. Come on, you're going to buy your clothes."

"You wore one when we went to our village, didn't you?"

"I don't want anything else. Let's go," she said. She was pretending to be angry, but she was embarrassed that he had the courage to ask.

He understood that Geetha wouldn't agree and didn't ask again. As they passed the ladies' section, Bharat said, "I didn't bring any money."

She pinched his arm hard. "What are you bringing, silly? Is this something new for you? Come on..."

Just then, the saleswoman came to them. "Your sister is offering to buy them, so why are you saying no?"

Bharat was stunned. 

Who did she mean by 'sister'? 

"She's not my sister..." he began, but Geetha interrupted him.

"He's just saying that because I brought him without telling his mother. He's always like that," she explained.

"Oh, I see," the saleswoman said. "But still, if your sister is buying, take them. You're doing a good job selecting dresses for her. She'll do the same for you."

Bharat didn't say anything. Geetha held his hand and started leading him toward the men's section, but he stopped her. "Wait. You didn't try the dresses on."

"There's no need," she said.

"No, you should check that T-shirt."

Geetha agreed, told Bharat to wait, and went to the trial room.

Bharat wondered why the saleswoman thought they were brother sister and why Geetha had changed the topic when he was about to clarify. 

In the meantime, he saw another woman going into trial room 1. Just then, Geetha came out of trial room 2, wearing the white T-shirt and gray pants.





Her cheeks were rosy and full of a gentle smile. Her plump chest was graceful below her neck, and the waist-belt  curve on both sides of her hips arched like a rainbow. The clothes she wore beautifully accentuated her figure, a feast for the eyes.

"How does it look?" she asked.

He went closer to her, looking at her with all his heart. "Miss, how can you be so cute?" he said. "You look like a college girl."

Her rosy cheeks turned even redder. "Stop it. I'm not that young."

He quickly looked back. There were three customers and the salesgirl walking and searching among the clothes. 

"You're adorable, Miss. Seriously."

"You like it, that's enough," she said.

"Stay like that, I'll take a photo."

"Hey, why photos now?"

"We'll send it to Sir."

"Hmm... Okay," she agreed.

He took four photos, and then Geetha changed her clothes and walked toward the men's section. Bharat quickly picked up a black shirt, two T-shirts, two pairs of jeans, and a pair of Puma shoes.


As they had planned, they bought the clothes, ate at a restaurant on the way, and reached home at 1 p.m. As soon as they stepped inside the house, Geetha threw the shopping bags on the sofa, and Bharat grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up. Her heart throbbed against his chest, and the heat in his eyes showed that an anticipated question was coming.

Her waist melted like butter in his hands. That buttery affection entered her eyes, and she nodded her head directly, asking, "What is it?" with a burning look.

"Why did she call us brother and sister?" he asked.

Geetha's lips parted in a slight smile. 

Strangers might assume that, but no one would just change the topic like that when he was about to say no. If Geetha had intentionally changed the topic, there must be a reason.

"When she asked who I was, I said you was my younger brother."

"You should have said I was a student," he said.

"What if she asked, 'What's a student doing shopping with you, and what are you doing helping him with his selections?'"

"What's wrong with that?"

"That's not it," she said. "I just told her she assumed that."

He held her waist tightly and leaned in even closer. He looked at her from an inch away and rubbed his nose against her cheek.

In a huff, he said, "Would a brother do this?"

She knew he would be angry about what she said. But maybe she didn't say it intentionally; the situation made her say it. "It's all over, so let it go."

"Miss, don't say that again."

"Are you angry?" she asked.

"Of course, I am," he said. "Does it feel good to call your lover, your sister?"

"Who said I'm your lover?"

He wrapped his arm around her waist, gently caressing her neck with his right hand, and gave her a small kiss on her upper lip. Geetha, in agreement, wrapped her fingers around his neck.

In a daze, Bharat asked, "Now tell me."

"I said that because I thought it would look bad if a stranger saw us, puppy. Okay? Should I say sorry?"

"Hmm..."

She bit his lips with passion and knotted herself to him. Bharat's tongue went between her lips, and he kissed and licked her upper lip. "Umm..." she moaned.

He bit and pulled on her lower lip and then let go. "We don't have to answer to everyone, Miss."

"Hmm..."

Looking at her full face, he said, "Your face will wither if you go out in the sun."

"So what?"

"Still, you'll be beautiful..." he said, kissing her cheek.

"You have to go home."

He turned his face to her neck, sweating and smelling her fragrant sweat. "Miss, can you please wear that black dress? I want to see it."

‘Here comes the desire. How could he hide it, this kid?’

"I knew you would ask, you naughty kid," she said. "But you said it was for Gautam garu, so why do you want it? Go home."

"I just want to see how it looks."

"Aha... None of that will work. Don't act all innocent. You didn't tell your family you were coming. Go home first."

"You'll wear it for Gautam sir there, right? I'll sneak a peek."

She squeezed his cheeks. "You're going to get beating, puppy. You're being too much."

"Okay, bye, Miss..." He let go and started to walk away, but she stopped him. "What, Miss?" he asked.

She hesitated a little. "Come in the evening..."

"I will," he said, turning to go again. This time, she held his hand and pulled him back. "Tell me, Teacher...?" he asked.

Blushing, she looked down. "Tell your family you're staying here tonight."

"Miss..." He looked at her with interest and took a step forward.

"Okay, bye..."

"Miss, tell me," he urged.

"Uh-huh, nothing."

There was something Geetha wasn't able to say. There was also something Bharat was about to say but stopped himself from saying.

"Miss, will you give me your boobs?" he asked.

"Tonight," she said.

"What, Miss? You've never asked like this before."

She hugged him tightly, blushing. "I'm all alone, silly. Stay with me tonight."

"I'll stay, Miss. But what will you give me?"

"I'll give you whatever you want."

"Even down below..."

"Shh..."

"Tell me, will you?"

"Hmm... I will," she whispered.

"Okay, I'll go now."

"Hmm..."


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