Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[yenjvoy]

 [The institution images are AI generated.]


The room fell back into a heavy silence as Bharat drifted toward sleep, his head pillowed in Geetha’s lap and his legs dbangd over her with the comfortable ease of a child. Geetha moved quietly, rising to cover them both with a soft blanket, careful not to disturb the fragile peace.


Suddenly, the sharp ring of a phone shattered the quiet. Geetha turned, reaching for the device on the nightstand. The name ‘Puppy’ flickered on the screen.

“Your mom is calling,” she whispered, nudging him gently. “Here, talk to her.”

Bharat blinked away the fog of sleep and took the phone. “Hello…” he murmured.

“Hello… Bittu?” the voice of Srinivas, his father, crackled through the line. “You called the other day, but you haven't spoken to us for two days since. Aren't you missing home, son?”

Bharat felt a pang of guilt. He had called upon landing, but the whirlwind of the trip had swept the thought of home from his mind. “Daddy… that… well…”

“Here, talk to your mother,” Srinivas said, passing the phone.

“What is this dear?” Susheela’s voice was thick with maternal worry. “You aren't calling at all. I don't know how to make these WhatsApp calls, so I just asked him to call you.”

Bharat sat up slightly, a wave of conflict washing over him. How had two days slipped by so easily? 
“Y... yes, Mom, I ate,” he replied to her inevitable first question.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s night here, Mom. I’m just about to go to sleep.”

“Everything is fine, right? You’re doing okay, Bittu?”

“Yes, Mom…”

“Don't go two days without calling,” she lectured gently. “You’ve gone across the borders to a different country.”

Srinivas’s voice returned in the background. “Your mother is getting very worried, son. You're doing well, right?”

“I’m fine, Daddy… I’m really enjoying it here. Don’t you guys tension yourselves.”

“Hmm… okay. Go to sleep then,” Susheela sighed, her anxiety partially quelled. “Call us after you wake up.”

“I will.”

“Did you give those things to Geetha?”

Bharat’s eyes widened. “Oh, I forgot, Mom. Thanks for reminding me. I’ll give them now.”

“Hmm… don't trouble Geetha, okay? Are you asking her to buy this and that for you?”

Bharat let out a short laugh. “Am I a small kid or what?”

“Alright… your friend Vikas mentioned that your results are coming out next week.”

“I know, Mom… we’ll be back there the day after tomorrow anyway.”

“Okay Bittu, go to sleep. Call us when you wake up; I want to talk to Geetha too.”

“Okay, Mom.”

After disconnecting, Bharat climbed out of the warmth of the bed and rummaged through his luggage. He produced a small, velvet jewelry box.

“Miss, I planned to give this to you as a birthday gift but I forgot, you know? Mom just reminded me,” he said, approaching the bed.

Geetha, clutching the blanket to her chin, looked up curiously. “What is it?”

He opened the box to reveal two shimmering gold bangles. Geetha’s eyes went wide. “Gold bangles? How did you buy these?”

Bharat sat on the edge of the mattress and pressed them into her hand. “We bought these for my sister for Rakshabandhan festival, Miss… but she passed away before that. They’ve been with me since then. I thought of buying something new for you, but since I already had these, I brought them. I asked Mom, and she said it was okay.”

A shadow of melancholy crossed Geetha’s face as she touched the gold. “But shouldn't you keep them as a memory of your sister? Why me—”

Before she could finish the protest, Bharat leaned in and kissed her, silencing her doubts. “If someone gives a gift, you should take it. Don’t ask why.”

Geetha smiled, the sparkle returning to her eyes. “Thanks. Go to sleep now.”

She rose to head toward the bathroom, but Bharat’s hand shot out, catching her wrist.

“Let go, I need to go to the toilet,” she insisted.

He released her, but like a restless honeybee drawn to a flower, he followed her a moment later. When he entered, Geetha was already seated on the commode. She looked up, her expression a mix of shock and irritation.

“Why did you come here? Go sleep,” she snapped.

“Miss, I can't sleep. I’m getting into the mood again.”

“So you came here for that? Chi, go away...”

“Do only you get the urge?” Bharat countered with a mischievous grin. “Don't I need to use the toilet too?”

He stepped directly in front of her, laughing at her visible discomfort.

“Chi, move aside, you dirty fellow. Let me finish,” she grimaced.

“Miss, let’s both go at the same time.”

“Have you gone mental in the middle of the night? Move!”

Ignoring her protests, Bharat leaned over, his eyes clouded with sudden lust. He gripped her waist and pushed her back, claiming the edge of the seat for himself. As they sat in intimate proximity, he began to kiss her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

“What are these crazy acts?” she whispered, though her resistance was fading.

“Miss, I probably won't do these crazy things with any other woman, only with you.”

The physical need took over. As the sound of their shared relief filled the small room, Bharat continued to pull her into a passionate embrace, his lips finding hers. The sheer taboo of the moment sent Geetha into a strange, erotic trance. When they finished, she slumped against his chest, exhausted and dazed.

“Miss,” Bharat teased, his voice low, “in a story called 'Jaya College Teacher,' the student licks the teacher after she urinated...”

“Chiee… smelly...” Geetha recoiled, though she didn't pull away.

“Miss, that teacher even lets him pee on her face and drinks a bit too.”

“Yuck… stop it, you mad! Do you read such things? Chi...”

“Hahahaha...” Bharat’s laughter echoed off the tiles.

“Disgusting...” she muttered, though she allowed him to lift her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her back to the sanctuary of the bed.

“I won't do such disgusting things, don't worry,” he promised as he tucked her back under the covers.

“You better not… I’ll kill you if you mention such things again.”

“You look so cute when you say that, like a little girl.”

“Okay, go to sleep now, come on,” Geetha pleaded, closing her eyes.

Bharat hovered over her, kissing her forehead. “Umm, Mom called just when I was falling asleep. Now I’m wide awake. Maybe another round will help me sleep.”

Geetha groaned. “Do you think I’m a sharpener? To keep putting a pencil in and sharpening whenever you want? Go to sleep. I shouldn't blame you, I should blame my husband for sending his wife to sleep with you.”

“Haha… what’s his fault, Miss? Sir is great. He agreed for you to romance me.”

“Hmm, play a game on your phone and sleep. Don't disturb me, dear, I’m tired.”

“Okay.”

Geetha turned away, pulling the blanket tight. Bharat took his phone, but instead of a game, he began scrolling through his gallery. He bypassed the tourist photos of Niagara Falls and began swiping further back. His thumb stopped on a photo of two women in nightwear. One was Geetha; the other was a very charming woman.



He tapped Geetha’s shoulder urgently. “Miss, Miss!”

“What now?” she grumbled.

He thrust the phone toward her. “Who is she, Miss? She looks like Kajal…!”

“My sister,” Geetha replied flatly.

“Your sister? You said you had a younger sister, you never mentioned an elder one.”

“My mothers elder sisters daughter (cousin).”

Bharat stared at the image of the woman, Sindhu, with an intensity that made Geetha’s stomach twist. “My God, Miss, how is she so beautiful? Her eyes alone are enough, they are so good.”

A sharp pang of jealousy flared in Geetha’s chest. “You are my puppy, don't praise her.”

Bharat caught the edge in her voice and grinned. “Hey, are you jealous? Haha...”

His laughter was cut short by a sharp pinch to his thigh.

“Can I ask a doubt?” he asked, rubbing the spot.

“What doubt at midnight? Sleep.”

“Please… I won't be able to sleep if I don't ask.”

“Ask...”

“You both look somewhat similar,” Bharat mused, “though of course, your sister is more beautiful than you—”

Geetha didn't wait for him to finish. “Fine, good night!” She yanked the blanket over her head.
“Abba, tell me… if your fathers are different, why is there such a close resemblance?”

Geetha’s voice came muffled from under the covers, sharp with annoyance. “Rey, do you even realize how foul-mindedly you are talking? Chi.”

“Just answer my doubt.”

She emerged, glaring at him. “Hmm… my mother and her mother are twins. That’s why she and I both took after our mothers. Okay?”

“I see. But why didn't you tell me all these days?”

“Because you didn't ask. Also, our families are not on speaking terms.”

“Why?”

“Why do you care? It’s a headache. Go to sleep.”

“Please tell me...”

Geetha sighed, her gaze drifting. “Even I don't know properly. My father and her father are enemies. Since my aunt liked me, we sisters became friends. Even then, I didn't know she was my sister until graduation.”

Bharat let out a chuckle.

“What’s the joke in this?”

“Earlier, when I asked about affairs before marriage, you told a story like a YouTube series,” Bharat said, shaking his head. “Now, this sounds like a 1990s Telugu faction movie with twins and enemies.”

“I was born in 1995, so it will be like that.”

“By the way, what’s her name?”

“Sindhu Priya.”

Bharat’s curiosity was piqued now. “Where does she live now?”

“I won't tell.”

“Why?”

“You are a thief, full of lust,” Geetha said, her jealousy simmering.

“Arre, tell me. Am I going to go to their house and check her out? Anyway, is she even in Hyderabad?”

“Yeah...”

“Oh! Where?”

Geetha saw the hunger in his eyes and felt a cold knot of resentment. “Why do you want to know?”

“Just to see her once in live.”

“I won't tell. You should only look at me.”

Bharat tried to soften his tone. “No matter who is more beautiful than you, you are my Milky okay?”

“Hmm… she is the wife of Shivaharan, whom you occasionally call 'Shiva Sir'.”

The revelation hit Bharat like a physical blow. “What the f***… really? Your sister is the wife of the famous Shivaharan? Abba, she is lucky to have married him, and he is even luckier to have her as his wife.”

He continued, oblivious to the storm gathering on Geetha’s face. “He probably fucks her every day, Miss. She is so beautiful after all.”

The slap echoed through the room.

“Don't bark whatever comes to your mouth, rascal!” Geetha hissed, her eyes flashing with rage.
Bharat recoiled, his hand flying to his reddened cheek. He lowered his head, the weight of his mistake sinking in. “Forgive me… my tongue slipped.”

“Their business is none of your concern,” Geetha warned, her voice trembling. “Don't praise her in front of me. You are mine, and you should be exactly how I want you to be. If you praise her one more time, I’m leaving.”

“No, no… stay,” he pleaded softly. “You are the beautiful one. I will look only at you.”

“Hmm...”

She snatched the phone from his hands and turned away. Bharat didn't argue. He moved closer, tucking his face into the crook of her neck, hiding there like a frightened puppy seeking shelter from a storm he had created himself.


Why does Geetha have such jealousy toward her best friend and sister, Sindhu? What is the reason?

Just curious, why the reluctance to explore water sports more fully like the jaya story? It's all fantasy anyway ?