Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The heavy, polished mahogany of the roulette table was their battlefield. Under the soft, diffused light, the roulette attendant, a sharp man named Cisco Parekh—"Call me Cisco," he'd said with a smooth professional smile—was exchanging currency for colored chips. 

Bharat received the deep, cool blue; Gautam, the bright, volatile yellow, fifty dollars' worth for each. Geetha, unfamiliar with the intricate dance of the game, stood a silent, watchful sentinel behind the two men.

"Place your bets, sir," Cisco announced, his voice a low, rhythmic monotone.

Gautam leaned in. "What is your name?"

"Cisco Parekh... Call me Cisco."

"Oh... Cisco." Gautam gave a quick, almost nervous nod.

His first move was cautious: ten yellow chips stacked neatly on the space marked Even. The spinning white ball, he wagered, would settle on an even number.

Bharat countered immediately. "Your first bet is on Even, so I'll bet on Odd." His ten blue chips landed decisively on the opposing space.



Cisco waited, his hands hovering over the wheel, a picture of contained energy. When they were done, he gave the heavy wheel a practiced whirl. The rhythmic click-click-click of the ball beginning its descent was the only sound. Geetha watched, her anxiety a palpable contrast to the cool, calculated focus of the two men.

The ball clattered, bounced, and settled. 27. An odd number.

Gautam sighed, his first loss a quick lesson; ten chips were swept away. Bharat, with a faint, tight smile, pulled in his ten-chip gain.

For the second round, Gautam committed more deeply. He spread thirty chips across three different spots, his bets scattering like small yellow seeds. Observing this, Bharat placed thirty chips down the length of one entire column, and another ten on the 19 to 36 bar.



Geetha, watching the thinning stack of yellow, tapped her husband's shoulder. "You both have ten left, why put all of them? Take ten out..."

Cisco looked to Gautam. "Shall I take them out?"

"No... It's okay," Gautam replied, his eyes fixed on the felt.

"Okay." Cisco spun the wheel.

Geetha’s breath hitched, her gaze following the frantic orbit of the ball. A worrying thought pricked her: if Gautam lost this spin too, Bharat’s remaining ten chips would give him a critical advantage over the next few rounds.

The ball settled on 23.

Geetha’s face broke into a relieved smile. Gautam had placed a successful quadriple bet right near 23. He had won.

But so had Bharat. The middle column and the 19 to 36 bar both included 23. Cisco quickly paid out:
 * Gautam's quadriple: 10 \times 8 = 80 chips.
 * Bharat's straight column: 30 \times 2 = 60 chips.
 * Bharat's 19-36 bar: 10 \times 1 = 10 chips. Total: 70 chips.

Third Spin:
Gautam, now emboldened, placed forty chips on 1 to 18 and another forty on the 2nd 12. He held back his last ten chips.

Bharat matched his aggression, betting forty on the 2nd 12 as well, but then, in a move that made Geetha gasp, he placed his remaining forty chips on the 3rd 12. All eighty of his chips were now on the table.



Seeing Bharat push all his chips into the center made a cold wave of suspicion wash over Geetha. If he lost this, the entire high-stakes game would be over. A strange itch started in her fingers. She didn't want Bharat to lose; the heavy weight of her guilt had lifted when Gautam agreed to the terms, and now her mind was aching for the illicit pleasure she would gain with Bharat’s victory.

Instinctively, decisively, she reached out and plucked ten chips from the forty Bharat had placed on the 2nd 12.

Bharat looked up, confused.

"Let these remain," she murmured, placing the ten chips gently in front of him.

"Shall I make the spin?" Cisco asked.

"Yeah, okay..." Bharat conceded, a slow understanding dawning in his eyes.

The wheel spun. Round and round...

The ball landed on 15.

Both of them won.
 * Gautam: 90 chips.
 * Bharat: 70 chips.

Bharat stared directly at Geetha. Gautam was ahead. She quickly turned her face away, avoiding the hot intensity of his gaze.

Fourth Spin:
This time, the stakes were higher, more personal. Gautam placed six separate ten-chip single-number bets on 7, 8, 11, 14, 16, and 20. He added a small, one-row bet near 22.

Bharat followed suit, pushing the limit. He made two twenty-dollar one-row bets on 34 and 31, a ten-dollar one-row bet near 28, and finally, a bold twenty-chip single number bet on 20.



Every chip both men possessed was now committed. Geetha’s anxiety returned, churning in her stomach.

Cisco spun the ball. It orbited, slowed, and with a soft thud, landed on 20.

Both men erupted in cheers. The most lucrative bet had paid off: a single number hit.
They had turned fifty dollars into seven hundred.
 * Gautam: 700 chips.
 * Bharat: 700 chips.

"Wow... what a jump..." Cisco said, distributing the staggering piles of chips.

As Cisco prepared for the fifth spin, Geetha began twisting her fingers together. The real prize was no longer the money. The real stake was Geetha. Now, the wager was between her husband’s enduring love and her student’s illicit affair. Who would luck choose to favor?

Fifth Spin: The Ultimate Wager

"Place the bets, please..." Cisco invited.

Gautam, with a cautious strategy, divided his 700 chips into three equal parts, placing 200 on the 1st 12, 200 on the 2nd 12, and 200 on the 3rd 12. He would win 400 if any of the three hit, unless the ball fell on 0 or 00.

Bharat’s move was a statement. Without a moment's hesitation, he stacked 600 chips on the Black color and the final hundred on 00.



Cisco’s eyes widened slightly. "That's... risky."

Bharat glanced at Geetha, a predator’s smile playing on his lips. "If you want rusk, you have to take a risk, ha ha... Let's see..."

Gautam's strategy was safer, covering most of the board. Bharat’s was a wild, almost suicidal leap: Black or nothing.

Cisco began the spin. The ball was a blur.



Bharat stood mesmerized, not by the wheel, but by the reflection of the spinning ball in Geetha’s left eye.

Gautam took a deep, shaky breath. He didn't know if he could bear the thought of his wife sleeping with another man that night if Bharat won.

The ball spun faster, then slower, before finally landing with a light thing sound on Black 2.

"YES!" Bharat roared, a triumphant shout echoing through the quiet casino corner.

The complicated love Geetha felt for Gautam warred fiercely with the illicit affection she felt for Bharat. Both men had technically won.

 * Bharat's Black bet: 600 \times 1 = 600. (Total: 600 including his 100 loss on 00).
 * Gautam's 1st 12 bet: 200 \times 2 = 400. (Total: 500, including his remaining 100).

Cisco distributed the chips, announcing Bharat's 600 total. Geetha was momentarily stunned by the magic of his luck.

Bharat winked at her, a brazen, possessive gesture.

Gautam walked listlessly to the counter, exchanging their combined 1100 Canadian dollars for cash.

In the moment Gautam was gone, Bharat leaned in, his lips brushing the curve of Geetha's ear. His voice was a hot, low whisper. "I will smear the birthday cake on your armpit and lick it." He smiled, mischievous and utterly unrepentant.

"Ugh... don't tell me that, you dirty fellow," she gasped, her cheeks flaming. "Your luck is always so magical."

"Ha ha ha... will I not take a risk for my Milkydoll?"

Blushing fiercely, Geetha gently pushed his cheek away, a subtle, promising smile playing on her lips, and then she turned to walk toward Gautam. 

The night, and the wager, had been won.
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To be continued………….