Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
Chapter 95: A Step Forward

Nivi knelt by the dogs, the biscuits crumbling in her hands as the strays lapped them up eagerly, their tails wagging in the fading light. The park was nearly empty now, the families gone, the evening breeze carrying the distant call of a vendor.

Her red kurta brushed the grass, the shimmering black leggings dusty from the ground, her mind a whirl of frustration.

He didn’t come, she thought, petting the last dog, its fur soft under her fingers. The sky darkened to purple, the air cooling, and she stood, brushing off her knees.

Should I head home? Or call him? The decision tugged at her, Raghavan’s plan echoing—gain his respect, take control. She pulled out her phone, the screen glowing, and scrolled to Rajendar’s number, her thumb hovering.

With a deep breath, she dialed, the ring sharp in the quiet. When he answered, his voice was gruff but surprised.

“Nivetha? It’s late—what’s this?”

“Mr. Rajendar,” she said, her voice warm with concern, “I came to the park this evening, hoping to see the dogs again. You didn’t show up to feed them, so I wanted to check on you. Are you okay?” Her words were gentle, the dogs circling her feet, one nuzzling her leg.

There was a pause, then a sigh.

“Fell on the stairs today. Twisted my ankle. I’ll manage—thanks for the thought.” His voice carried pain, the stubbornness she knew from work evident.

Nivi’s heart skipped, opportunity flashing.

“Oh no, that sounds bad! Do you need help? I could bring something—food, medicine?” Her tone was earnest, the shimmering leggings catching the last light as she paced.

“No need,” he said, his voice firm but softening.

“I’m resting. It’ll heal on its own.”

She hesitated, then leaned into the moment. This is my chance to gain his respect, she thought, her voice steadying.

“I can’t just leave knowing you’re hurt. Please, let me visit—just to check. It’ll take no time.” Her plea was gentle but insistent, the power of her concern driving her.

Rajendar paused, his breath audible.

“If you must… 12B, Old Gandhi Road. But it’s nothing grand.” The address came reluctantly, the call ending with a soft click.

Nivi’s pulse raced, a plan forming. She thanked the dogs with a final pat, tossed the empty biscuit packet, and hailed an auto from the park’s edge. The ride was quick, the streets dimming as night fell, her mind rehearsing—be helpful, show respect, crack his shell. The auto stopped at Old Gandhi Road, a quiet lane with old houses, and she paid, stepping out into the cool air.

The house at 12B was simple, old, its paint peeling, a single-story structure with a small gate. Her eyes widened as a muscular dog appeared in the yard—tall, its dark fur thick, its height matching hers if it stood. Fear gripped her, her breath catching, the dog’s presence intimidating as it paced the yard, its muscles rippling.

She fumbled for her phone, dialing Rajendar again, her voice shaky.

“I’m here—there’s a huge dog outside! Is it safe to come in?” Her tone trembled, the bag shaking in her hand.

The door creaked open, and Rajendar emerged, leaning on a walking stick, his face lined with pain but calm.

“That’s Titan,” he said, hobbling to the gate, unlocking it with effort.

“He’s with me—come in, he won’t bite.” His voice was reassuring, though his limp was pronounced, the stick tapping the ground.

Nivi stepped through, her heart pounding, the dog sniffing her legs, its size looming. To her surprise, Titan wagged its tail, nuzzling her hand, its bark silent. She exhaled, petting its head, the fur coarse but warm.

“He likes me?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief, the fear melting away.

Rajendar locked the gate, his eyes widening.

“Never seen that. He barks at everyone—only trusts me. You’ve got a way with him.” His tone was surprised, a faint smile breaking through as he steadied himself with the stick.

She smiled back, her nerves easing, the red kurta brushing her thighs as she moved.

“Maybe he senses I’m friendly.” Her voice was light, the dog leaning into her touch, its muscular frame relaxing.

He nodded, gesturing to the house.

“Come in. It’s modest, but you’re welcome.” His voice was gruff but inviting, the walking stick tapping as he led her inside.

Nivi followed, Titan trailing behind, her kurta swaying with each step. The house was simple—old furniture, faded curtains, a single chair with a dog bed in the corner. She noticed the solitude—no family photos, no signs of others, just Rajendar’s quiet life. He lives alone, she thought, her respect deepening, the chance to build a connection unfolding as they stepped into his home, the chapter ending there.
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