Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
Chapter 96: Bonds Over Tea

Nivi stepped into Rajendar’s modest living room, the door clicking shut behind her, the air carrying a faint musty scent of old wood. Titan, the muscular dog, padded over, his tail wagging, and she knelt to pet him, her red kurta brushing the floor, the shimmering black leggings catching the dim light.

His fur was coarse under her fingers, his presence a surprising comfort after the initial fear. The house felt still, the solitude palpable, and she glanced around as Rajendar hobbled to a small table, his walking stick tapping.

He poured water from a jug into a glass, his movements slow, and offered it to her. “Water? Or would you like coffee, tea, or juice?” His voice was gruff but polite, his ankle clearly bothering him as he leaned on the stick.

Nivi stood, waving off the glass, her concern growing. “No, thank you. You should rest that ankle—let me make it. Tea or coffee?” Her tone was insistent, her hands on her hips, the kurta swaying as she stepped toward the kitchen.

Rajendar shook his head, wincing as he shifted. “No need, I can manage.” His voice held stubborn pride, but his limp betrayed him.

She smiled, firm. “I insist. Rest on the sofa—I’ll handle it.” Before he could protest, she moved into the kitchen, the unfamiliar space a maze of old cabinets and cluttered counters. The room was small, the sink chipped, the stove worn, and she began searching, her leggings shimmering as she bent to check drawers.

Rajendar sat on the sofa, his stick propped beside him, and guided her. “Tea’s in the tin above the sink. Sugar’s left, milk in the fridge.” His voice was steady, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched her bustle about.

Nivi rummaged, finding the tin, the sugar jar, the milk—each item a small victory in the chaos. She noticed his gaze, warm and amused, and paused, holding the kettle. “Why the smile?” Her voice was curious, the kurta brushing her thighs as she turned.

He leaned back, his eyes softening. “You’re the first woman to step into that kitchen. It’s… refreshing to see you so active.” His tone was genuine, the smile lingering, his hands resting on his knees.

Her heart warmed, respect deepening. “Really? I thought you were married, maybe with kids.” Her voice was gentle, the kettle heating as she prepared the tea.

Rajendar shook his head, his gaze dropping. “Stayed single. A love failed years ago—never found the heart to try again.” His words were quiet, the vulnerability surprising, his stick tapping lightly.

Nivi poured the tea, her hands steady, admiration growing. “That takes strength. I respect that more now.” Her voice was sincere, carrying the tray to the sofa where she sat beside him, the cups steaming.

They sipped, the tea warm and strong, and he shifted, wincing. “Doctor said no strain for a few days. Just rest.” His tone was resigned, the stick leaning against the sofa.

Nivi frowned, worry creasing her brow. “Being alone, how can you avoid strain? Cooking, moving—let me help. I’ll bring the office files daily, work with you here until you recover.” Her offer was earnest, the kurta brushing her knees as she leaned in.

Rajendar looked at her, surprise in his eyes. “That’s kind, but… what will the boss say?” His voice was cautious, the tea cup trembling slightly in his hand.

She smiled, confident. “I’ll convince him. It’s worth it to help you.” Her tone was firm, the power of her decision settling, the tea warming her hands.

They talked more, the tea cooling. “The fall was clumsy—slipped on the last step,” he said, his voice low. “Doctor warned about swelling, but I’ll manage.”

Nivi nodded, her concern lingering. “Still, rest is key. I’ll handle the files—don’t worry.” Her voice was reassuring, the sofa creaking as she shifted.

He thanked her, his smile small but genuine. “Thank you, Nivetha. It’s more than I expected.” His tone was grateful, the stick a silent reminder of his need.

She finished her tea, setting the cup down, and glanced at the clock on the wall. “What about dinner? Will you be okay?” Her voice was caring, the evening deepening outside.

He waved a hand, relaxed. “I’ll order something. No problem.” His voice was steady, the tea tray between them.

Nivi stood, smoothing her kurta, and turned to Titan, who had been watching quietly. She knelt, hugging the dog, its fur warm against her cheek. “Take care, big guy,” she whispered, standing to leave. The door opened, the night air cool, and she stepped out, the chapter ending as she glanced back at the simple house, her mind on the new bond formed.

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