Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The clock in the living room chimed a quarter past nine, the hour hand resting just beyond the nine and the minute hand pointing to the three. The steady rhythm of its second hand, the clatter of plates being washed by Geetha in the kitchen, the staccato gunshots from phone as Bharath played PUBG, and the continuous whirring of the fan overhead wove together into a complex symphony of sounds.

This harmony was abruptly broken by the ringing of Gautham’s phone call, which also interrupted Bharat’s game. Bharat instantly shot up and rushed to Geetha.
“Miss, Gautham sir is calling…” he said, his voice urgent.

Geetha put the plate she was holding aside, quickly wiped her wet hands on her saree, and took the phone.

“Hello…” she said into the receiver.

Bharat leaned in, his face close to her dark blouse near her shoulder. The speaker on the phone came to life.

“Hello, my darling, have you eaten?” Gautham’s voice asked.

Geetha pushed Bharat’s face away. “Yeah, I did. I'm washing the dishes now.”

Unseen by Geetha and Bharat, only visible to us, a windowpane across the room offered a glimpse into Gautham's world. In his gray-painted room, he lay on the bed, a woman’s brown hair falling onto his neck as he held the phone to his ear. His right hand was buried in her hair.

“Oh… did you buy the dresses?” he asked.

Bharat, ever bold, moved forward again. He wrapped his arms around Geetha’s waist and silently tucked her saree tighter, covering her navel as he listened.

“Yeah, I bought them. I took Bharat with me in the morning and we came back home by the afternoon,” Geetha replied.

Gautham brushed her brown hair aside and kissed the lips woman next to him, Evelyn.

“Oh, really…” he said into the phone. “I asked you to buy them here, but you said you'd get them there. Extra luggage.”

“What kind of clothes would I find there? That’s why,” Geetha countered. “Where are you?”

Releasing Evelyn's lips, Gautham replied, “Hmm… me? I'm on a break in a small meeting, so I called you.”

Next to him, Evelyn laughed and kissed Gautham’s cheek.

 Here, Bharat lifted Geetha's forelocks and pulled them to the right, kissing her neck just below the phone. She flinched, shook her cheek, and pushed him back.

“Hmm… Ever since you went to Canada, we haven't had enough time together,” Geetha said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

“You're coming in few days, so why talk about all this now?” Gautham asked.

As Geetha spoke, Gautham squeezed and bit Evelyn’s throat. “Did any of our relatives come home?” he asked.

“No one came,” Geetha replied.

Evelyn clung to Gautham’s face, raining kisses on him. At the same moment, Bharat kissed Geetha between her shoulders.

“My grandmother's grandson from Adilabad, Sudheer, apparently got engaged,” Gautham continued. “They called me the other day. They said they'd come home to give the card. I was wondering if they had come…”

Geetha, now cooperating with Bharat without a word, responded, “Oh no…”

“Hmm, okay then. Message me when you wake up tomorrow; I'll call you,” Gautham said.

Suddenly, he grabbed Evelyn’s lips and sucked on them.

“Okay, darling…” Geetha said.

As Evelyn chewed on his lips, the call ended with a difficult “Hmm…”

Bharat came up and tried to kiss Geetha’s neck again, but she stopped him.

“Go away… I’ll slap you if you do that again,” she warned.

“I don’t know what to do,” Bharat said, his voice a low grumble. “Whenever I come near you, it turns out like this.”

“Oh… The puppy doesn’t remember what he did an hour ago?” Geetha teased.

“Thinking about that makes me want it even more…” Bharat said, and he licked her neck with passion.

“Oh, stop…” she said, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.

He wrapped his elbows around her chest, put his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against him. He nuzzled his nose into her soft, sweaty neck and kissed it.

“Do you remember?” Bharat whispered. “The first time I touched your boobs was here, after we came back at night from the movie.”

“Hmm… That’s when I knew you weren’t innocent but a dirty fellow,” Geetha said.

“Before that, I used to stare at your armpits in our class,” he confessed. “I even kissed you that day.”

“Don’t remind me of that, you dirty…” Geetha said, a fake scowl on her face. “If I had known back then that you had such thoughts on your teacher…”

“Yeah, if you had known… you wouldn't have let me into the house?” Bharat asked, his voice playful.

“No, not like that,” she said.

“Then…?” he pressed.

“I shouldn't have even asked you to come for tuition.”

“What’s wrong with me coming for tuition now?” he asked. He twisted her body, kissed her neck, and pulled her blouse down from her shoulder a little.

“You used to stare at me intently,” she said.

Kissing her smooth, milky shoulder, Bharat responded, “You should’ve scolded me then, saying, ‘Bad boy, what kind of thoughts are these? You should be studying.’”

“Hmm…” she said, and pretended to lift her shoulder and push Bharat back.

He bit her with his front teeth on the hollow of her left neck.

“Ssss…” she stopped herself uncomfortably.

“Tell me, why didn’t you scold me?” he asked again.

“I told you that day, right? I liked the way you looked at me.”

“Is that why your pallu fell off near the door after we came back from the market?” he asked.

“Hey, I didn’t do that on purpose,” she said, feigning innocence.

“But that’s when my craziness for this teacher grew,” he said.

“Do you know how embarrassed I was, wondering if you had looked or not?” she asked.

“Is that why you gave me tea?”

“Ugh, stop. Don’t remind me of all that.”

Bharat pulled Geetha’s face back, looking into her eyes. “That day we met to buy a scale, I saw your waist. That’s when I became your puppy.”

“So your eyes were staring at me even on the road,” she said.

“When you’re this beautiful, my eyes will be on you, won’t they?” he said.

“Hey, get lost…” she said with a laugh.

“Tell me one thing…” he said. “When we went to the waterfalls, why were you with me?”

She kissed his chin. “You’re the one who said you’d help me.”

“You let me kiss you,” he said.

“Hmm…” she murmured.

“Why?” he asked.

“You’re the one who asked.”

“I didn’t ask for anything on my birthday, did I?” he challenged. “Then why did you kiss my lips?”

She kissed his lips in response. “I don’t know. I just felt like kissing you like this, so I did.”

“At the lake in our village, what would you have done if I had looked back?” he asked.

“Tell me the truth, didn’t you look?” she asked, grabbing his hair and lifting his head.

“Did you think I looked?” he countered.

“Hmm, no, I didn’t. I thought you didn’t have that much courage then,” she said.

“I looked.”

“Really?” she asked, a gasp in her voice.

“No, I didn’t,” he said with a smirk.

“Hey…” she said, hitting him playfully.

“I didn’t look. I stopped myself even though I wanted to,” he confessed.

“Hmm…” she hummed, content.

Kissing her neck, he said, “Do you know how crazy I went the first time we played hide and seek?”

“Do you know how crazy I felt when you did that?” she replied.

Pressing his lips against hers, he said, “I want to play hide and seek again.”

“After all you’ve done, why do you want to play games?” she whispered.

Again, they hugged each other's heads and kissed deeply.

“Mmmm…” Geetha sighed.

“Ha… Hmm…” Bharat responded.

Releasing her lips, he kissed her left cheek and touched her waist. “I’m coming to you like this, right? Has Gautham sir ever asked about me in another way?”

“In another way, meaning?” she asked. He rested his chin on her shoulder as she began washing the dishes with dish soap.

“I mean, suspicious of me being like this with you,” he clarified.

Though briefly surprised by his question, she couldn't bring herself to hide the truth. She paused silently, taking a breath.

“Tell me, Miss… Did Gautham sir ask anything like that?” he pressed.

“Hmm…” she murmured.

She turned her neck and looked into his eyes. “What did he ask?”

“To be honest,… he didn’t ask… I told him myself,” she confessed.

The sentence made Bharat stop dead in his tracks.

“What? You told him? What did you tell him?” he stammered.

“Well… once I was on a video call, and you came inside. He saw you then. He asked.”

“But, Miss, that was just an accident, right?”

Geetha felt shy and turned the soap dispenser, hiding her face while washing the plates. “Before that, I even told him about our first kiss.”

Bharat immediately stopped her and turned her towards him. He held her cheeks and lifted her face. “Miss, why did you tell him that? Didn’t Gautham sir scold you?”

She struggled to lift her eyelids. “No…”

“Why, Miss?”

“I don’t know. He first asked me sternly why I did that.”

“Hmm…”

“I was the one who kissed you, wasn’t I? I told him I couldn’t stop myself or something.”

“And then?”

“I also told him about our trip to your village and what happened there.”

“What…?” Bharat listened in astonishment.

Geetha resumed washing. “I couldn’t hide this from Gautham. What you did in the kitchen. Up to the point you drew my painting. I told him everything.”

“Miss, what are you saying? Didn’t he get angry with you?” he asked, standing next to her.

“Hmm… No,” she said softly.

“Miss, don’t joke.”

“I’m not.”

“Miss, I’m your student. Gautham sir is your husband. Miss, if he knows I’m with you like this, he’ll scold you.”

“No… He understands me,” she said, conviction in her voice.

“How, Miss?”

“I don’t know how. He doesn’t deny my happiness. I told him that I trust you. He agreed to us being like this. But…”

The word but broke Bharat. 

Because everything has a limit, right?

“But…?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“What we did the other day was wrong… I don’t know how to tell him about it. That’s why I’m scared, Bharat, that we might have made a mistake.”

Why shouldn’t he take this as another opportunity? 
The true meanings come out in moments of weakness. 

He pulled her closer, wrapped his right hand around her waist, caressed her neck, and kissed her lips.

“Miss… What if Gautham sir agrees to this too?” he asked.

A small shiver ran through Geetha. She squeezed the collar of Bharat's shirt with her fist. “No… This is different.”

“Miss, then will you hide this from him?” he asked.

“Hmm…”

“What if Gautham sir asks? Can you lie?”

“Bharat…”

“Tell me, Miss…”

“I don’t know. I can’t bear to see the anger he’ll have towards me if he finds out.”

“Do you want me?” he asked.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “I want you, Bharat. I feel good when I’m with you.”

“Then Gautham sir will get suspicious of us.”

“He doesn’t do all the things you do. I decided a long time ago that I want you. Be with me like this, without anyone knowing. If Gautham sir finds out, if I feel it’s necessary, I’ll tell him myself,” she said.

“Miss, what are you saying? If he gets angry, there’s no telling where this will go,” he said.

In the middle of the conversation, he pulled her closer and looked at her deeply. She hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her back, squeezed her, and kissed her shoulders.

“I can’t hide anything from Gautham. If he asks, I’ll tell him,” she said.

“Miss, if he doesn’t ask, will you keep it a secret?” he asked.

“Hmm…”

He hugged her deeply, kissed her neck, and massaged her shoulders with his wet fingers.

“Can I ask you something, Miss?” he said.

“Go ahead…”

“Will you be happy with Gautham sir if I’m not there?” he asked.

“Hmm, no. He’s not like you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

He lifted her and sat her on the counter, took the end of her saree from her chest, and unhooked her blouse. Geetha gave in to Bharat.

“Miss, are you being serious?” he asked.

“Yes…” she said, massaging his neck.