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This story is completely fictional.
As the story moves forward, new characters will enter depending on situations.
Story Basic plot:
At its core, this is the story of Padhu—an innocent housewife, intensely sexual by nature, but loyal to her husband. Life, however, has its own way of testing people. The question is simple: will Padhu cross a line one day, or won’t she?
The Innocent Paddu story :
Padhu’s real name is Padhmini, 38 years old. Her husband, Sekhar, is 47. They have one son, Kiran, now in his early twenties—an adult, independent, and living at home for the time being.
Padhu’s problem isn’t love. It’s desire.
As Sekhar moved closer to fifty, his interest and stamina faded. Sex had become rare—once a month if she was lucky—and even then, it barely lasted five minutes. For Padhu, who burned with constant craving, it was torture. She wanted him badly, but there was nothing she could do.
She tried everything.
Sometimes she would walk around the bedroom naked, deliberately slow, letting him see every curve. A body like Padhu’s—soft, full, inviting—could wake even a dead man. Sekhar would get aroused, yes… but within minutes, it would be over. Five minutes. Three minutes sometimes. And she would be left standing there, heat still raging inside her.
With no choice, Padhu would lock herself in the bathroom and satisfy herself with her own hands, biting her lips in frustration. Somewhere deep inside, she still hoped her husband would change one day… or maybe she was just afraid of what her mind might start imagining if she let it wander too far. Either way, till now, she had never crossed a line.
Sekhar was rarely home these days. Work took him to other towns, sometimes for weeks. One such time, the groceries ran out. Padhu thought of asking Kiran, but he was busy with his own schedule, and she didn’t want to disturb him. Finally, she decided to go herself.
Padhu didn’t look 38. Anyone seeing her would guess early thirties at most. No belly, a tight waist with a natural curve, heavy breasts that filled her blouse perfectly, firm hips that moved without effort. She was the kind of woman men noticed without meaning to. Unfortunately, beautiful women often end up with useless husbands—and Padhu was no exception.
They lived in an apartment complex.
The watchman there, Raju, had noticed Padhu long ago. Too long ago. He was dark, a little overweight, not particularly handsome—but his eyes were always on her. Quietly, hungrily. He never missed a chance to stare at her chest when she walked past. He constantly waited for one thing—Padhu coming out alone.
That day, it finally happened.
Before leaving, Padhu tells Kiran,
“I’m going to buy groceries. Lock the door.”
Kiran looks up immediately.
“Amma, how will you go alone? Dad isn’t here. I’ll come with you.”
“No,” Padhu says gently. “You stay. Do your work. I need to get used to going alone anyway.”
Kiran hesitates, then hands her his phone.
“Okay, Amma. Be careful. Call me if you need anything.”
She smiles.
“Study,” she says, and leaves.
Kiran locks the door and goes to his room. He looks innocent in front of everyone—but inside, he’s just like any other adult man, driven by desire. He has never looked at his mother the wrong way, not even once. But his appetite for women is strong. As soon as he’s alone, he opens a porn site and relieves himself, lost in his own world.
Outside, Padhu steps out with a bag in her hand.
Raju sees her—and freezes.
For the first time ever, Padhu is alone.
He watches as she walks. Even through her jacket, her heavy breasts move visibly, straining against the bra. That sight alone is enough to make his groin tighten instantly.
Padhu is fair, with a slight reddish glow, tall—around 5’8”—the kind of woman you can’t stop looking at once you start.
Raju quickly adjusts himself and walks up to her.
“Madam, you’re going alone? Do you need anything?” he asks casually.
“Nothing, Raju,” Padhu replies normally. “Groceries are over. Sir isn’t home, and Kiran is busy, so I’m going myself.”
She doesn’t know what Raju has been waiting for all this time.
Inside his head, Raju smiles.
Finally… a chance. Slowly. Carefully. One step at a time.
“Then give me the list, madam,” he offers. “I’ll bring it for you. Why take trouble?”
“No,” Padhu laughs. “You’ll buy wrong things and waste money.”
“Oh madam,” he says smoothly. “Those shopkeepers cheat innocent people. You don’t know bargaining. You’ll lose money.”
Padhu slows down, thinking.
Seeing hesitation on her face, Raju quickly adds,
“Even my groceries are over. I’ll come with you. I’ll stay with you and teach you how to bargain.”
Padhu pauses… then nods.
“Okay, come.”
Inside, Raju feels a rush of excitement.
“Wait one minute, madam,” he says eagerly. “I’ll come now.”
He rushes inside his room.
Meanwhile, inside the flat, the doorbell rings.
“Who the hell is it now…” Kiran mutters irritably, pulling on his pants.
The bell rings again.
Annoyed, he walks to the door, opens it—
And freezes in shock at the person standing in front of him.
End of Part 1
As the story moves forward, new characters will enter depending on situations.
Story Basic plot:
At its core, this is the story of Padhu—an innocent housewife, intensely sexual by nature, but loyal to her husband. Life, however, has its own way of testing people. The question is simple: will Padhu cross a line one day, or won’t she?
The Innocent Paddu story :
Padhu’s real name is Padhmini, 38 years old. Her husband, Sekhar, is 47. They have one son, Kiran, now in his early twenties—an adult, independent, and living at home for the time being.
Padhu’s problem isn’t love. It’s desire.
As Sekhar moved closer to fifty, his interest and stamina faded. Sex had become rare—once a month if she was lucky—and even then, it barely lasted five minutes. For Padhu, who burned with constant craving, it was torture. She wanted him badly, but there was nothing she could do.
She tried everything.
Sometimes she would walk around the bedroom naked, deliberately slow, letting him see every curve. A body like Padhu’s—soft, full, inviting—could wake even a dead man. Sekhar would get aroused, yes… but within minutes, it would be over. Five minutes. Three minutes sometimes. And she would be left standing there, heat still raging inside her.
With no choice, Padhu would lock herself in the bathroom and satisfy herself with her own hands, biting her lips in frustration. Somewhere deep inside, she still hoped her husband would change one day… or maybe she was just afraid of what her mind might start imagining if she let it wander too far. Either way, till now, she had never crossed a line.
Sekhar was rarely home these days. Work took him to other towns, sometimes for weeks. One such time, the groceries ran out. Padhu thought of asking Kiran, but he was busy with his own schedule, and she didn’t want to disturb him. Finally, she decided to go herself.
Padhu didn’t look 38. Anyone seeing her would guess early thirties at most. No belly, a tight waist with a natural curve, heavy breasts that filled her blouse perfectly, firm hips that moved without effort. She was the kind of woman men noticed without meaning to. Unfortunately, beautiful women often end up with useless husbands—and Padhu was no exception.
They lived in an apartment complex.
The watchman there, Raju, had noticed Padhu long ago. Too long ago. He was dark, a little overweight, not particularly handsome—but his eyes were always on her. Quietly, hungrily. He never missed a chance to stare at her chest when she walked past. He constantly waited for one thing—Padhu coming out alone.
That day, it finally happened.
Before leaving, Padhu tells Kiran,
“I’m going to buy groceries. Lock the door.”
Kiran looks up immediately.
“Amma, how will you go alone? Dad isn’t here. I’ll come with you.”
“No,” Padhu says gently. “You stay. Do your work. I need to get used to going alone anyway.”
Kiran hesitates, then hands her his phone.
“Okay, Amma. Be careful. Call me if you need anything.”
She smiles.
“Study,” she says, and leaves.
Kiran locks the door and goes to his room. He looks innocent in front of everyone—but inside, he’s just like any other adult man, driven by desire. He has never looked at his mother the wrong way, not even once. But his appetite for women is strong. As soon as he’s alone, he opens a porn site and relieves himself, lost in his own world.
Outside, Padhu steps out with a bag in her hand.
Raju sees her—and freezes.
For the first time ever, Padhu is alone.
He watches as she walks. Even through her jacket, her heavy breasts move visibly, straining against the bra. That sight alone is enough to make his groin tighten instantly.
Padhu is fair, with a slight reddish glow, tall—around 5’8”—the kind of woman you can’t stop looking at once you start.
Raju quickly adjusts himself and walks up to her.
“Madam, you’re going alone? Do you need anything?” he asks casually.
“Nothing, Raju,” Padhu replies normally. “Groceries are over. Sir isn’t home, and Kiran is busy, so I’m going myself.”
She doesn’t know what Raju has been waiting for all this time.
Inside his head, Raju smiles.
Finally… a chance. Slowly. Carefully. One step at a time.
“Then give me the list, madam,” he offers. “I’ll bring it for you. Why take trouble?”
“No,” Padhu laughs. “You’ll buy wrong things and waste money.”
“Oh madam,” he says smoothly. “Those shopkeepers cheat innocent people. You don’t know bargaining. You’ll lose money.”
Padhu slows down, thinking.
Seeing hesitation on her face, Raju quickly adds,
“Even my groceries are over. I’ll come with you. I’ll stay with you and teach you how to bargain.”
Padhu pauses… then nods.
“Okay, come.”
Inside, Raju feels a rush of excitement.
“Wait one minute, madam,” he says eagerly. “I’ll come now.”
He rushes inside his room.
Meanwhile, inside the flat, the doorbell rings.
“Who the hell is it now…” Kiran mutters irritably, pulling on his pants.
The bell rings again.
Annoyed, he walks to the door, opens it—
And freezes in shock at the person standing in front of him.
End of Part 1
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