08-03-2026, 08:39 PM
The car pulled up on the desolate, ink-black road, coming to a halt twenty feet behind the parked vehicle. When the engine cut out, the sudden silence of the night felt heavy. Evelyn stepped out, the sharp slam of her door echoing through the trees as she marched toward Gautam’s car.
As she drew closer, a dim red glow bled through the dark tint of the windows. Curious—and perhaps a little suspicious—about why they had stopped in such a remote place, she leaned down, pressing her face against the cool glass to peer inside.
The interior was a blur of rhythmic motion. Geetha was bent forward, her silhouette framed by the cramped quarters of the backseat, while Gautam held her firmly by the waist. Evelyn felt a smirk touch her lips, but her eyebrows shot up when she noticed Bharath sitting right there, a front-row spectator to the intimacy. Because of Geetha’s lush curves, Gautam seemed to be struggling, straining to find the depth he sought.
"Mm… push harder, darling…" Geetha’s voice was a low, honeyed moan as she bit her lip.
Gautam let out a ragged breath. Realizing the angle wasn’t working, he backed off, offering himself to her mouth instead.
The moment Geetha finished taking him in, Evelyn decided she had seen enough of the silent film and tapped sharply on the glass. The sudden sound made Geetha gasp; she recoiled, her eyes widening at the ghostly handprints visible on the window before she reflexively hugged Gautam for cover.
Gautam hurriedly fumbled for the controls, lowering the window. The second the glass slid down and revealed Evelyn’s face, Bharath let out a sharp peal of laughter.
"Why did this slut come here?" Gautam hissed into Geetha’s ear, his voice a jagged whisper. "I told her not to."
Evelyn stepped back, waiting with practiced patience. Inside, the frantic rustle of fabric followed as Geetha and Gautam straightened their clothes, trying to reclaim some semblance of composure. Bharath, still grinning, pushed open the front door.
"So," Evelyn said, her English crisp and pointed. "You just watch while they have sex in the car?"
Bharath shrugged nonchalantly. "It’s not the first time."
"I can tell," Evelyn remarked, her eyes darting between the three of them. "You three are very close."
As she spoke to Bharath, Gautam exited the rear. He walked around, shutting the door on Bharath’s side with a firm thud before leading Evelyn a few paces behind the car, away from prying ears.
From the rear window, Geetha watched them, her eyes flashing with a mix of jealousy and adrenaline. She wiped her mouth with the embroidered end of her saree, then turned and delivered a stinging slap to Bharath’s cheek.
"Ah… why?" Bharath winced, rubbing his face. "He hit me, and now you’re hitting me too?"
"You disgusting boy," Geetha snapped, her face flushed. "You made me swallow it."
"Well, I got turned on too," he countered, unrepentant.
"Don't speak," she warned, "or you'll get beaten more."
Outside, the tension took a different turn. Evelyn and Gautam moved into each other's space, embracing and kissing with a desperate passion that suggested a long history.
"Miss, look outside," Bharath whispered, his tone shifting. "They are kissing."
Geetha turned her head, watching her husband lose himself in another woman. Taking advantage of her distraction, Bharath leaned into the curve of her neck, his lips grazing her skin.
"Miss, Gautam sir must be having an affair with her," he murmured against her ear.
Geetha didn’t pull away. Instead, she ran her fingers through Bharath’s hair, her gaze fixed on the scene outside. A soft, "Mm..." escaped her as she watched the silhouettes through the glass. Bharath began to nibble on her earring, his breath hot and ragged.
"Mm… see, Miss? He’s here, and you couldn't stay in Hyderabad without sex. It’s not wrong for us to be like this, right?"
Geetha fell silent, her mind racing as she looked into his eyes.
Bharath leaned in, kissing the tip of her nose with intoxicating slowness. "Was it enough?" he asked.
"What?"
"If it wasn't enough," he said, his voice dropping an octave, "I'm ready."
She lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on the prominent bulge in his trousers.
"Now?" she whispered.
"You even did it in the car, Miss… I’m so in the mood. I could have fuck you longer."
"Mm… sit back," Geetha urged, though her voice lacked conviction. "If Evelyn sees, it won't look good."
"Miss, Gautam sir is kissing her right in front of us," Bharath pointed out.
Geetha looked out again. The intensity had broken; Gautam and Evelyn were now standing a few feet apart, talking with a domestic normalcy that felt even more jarring than the kiss.
"Aren't you suspicious?" Bharath asked.
"He told me," Geetha replied simply.
"When?"
"The other day."
"Weren't you angry?"
"Uh-huh," she signaled a 'no'.
Bharath moved his lips below her ear, his voice a ghost of a sound. "Do you think he suspects us?"
"Maybe…"
He pressed his lips to the pulse point in her neck. "Mm… I want to have you right in front of your husband," he whispered, punctuating the sentence with a sharp nip of his teeth.
Geetha winced at the sting, holding his head to steady him. "Sss… you say that, but I’m afraid of whether he’ll agree or get angry."
They shared a look of mutual longing, the air in the car thick with unspoken permissions.
"Even if it’s wrong to do it with Evelyn, why did you agree?" Bharath asked, half-joking.
"Because he didn't hide it from me."
"He must suspect us," Bharath concluded.
"Yeah..."
He took her right hand, kissing each knuckle. "Will you, Gautam sir, and Evelyn be in the same room tonight?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe he wants to have both you and Evelyn tonight."
The thought struck Geetha like a physical blow—new, terrifying, and strangely alluring. But Bharath was missing a piece of the puzzle; he didn't know that Evelyn’s eyes had been on him as well.
"Can we do that?" she asked, her voice sounding small and innocent.
"We can… you can even do it with both of us if you want," Bharath laughed, the sound low and wicked.
"Stop it, you crazy boy."
He stroked her cheek, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "Tonight, Evelyn will be with Gautam sir. You come to me."
Geetha leaned in, kissing his chin. "I don't know… you guys don't give me a single day's gap."
"I won't leave you for even half a day. I want it right now."
"They might come," she breathed, glancing at the window.
The two outside were still talking. Bharath reached out, lifting the silk of her saree to expose her thighs, his hand squeezing the soft skin. Geetha didn't move away; instead, she placed her hand over his zipper, feeling the heat beneath the fabric.
"Don't…" she whispered, biting her lip. "We won't be able to stop in the middle."
"They’re busy talking. If they come, I'll stop."
"No, I don't like it that way."
"Tell me," Bharath pressed, his eyes searching hers. "Was it enough when your husband did?"
"Don't ask like that, it feels wrong."
"Tell me anyway."
"Uh-huh," she murmured, another 'no'.
"Do you like them being together?"
"It’s his wish."
"So, if Gautam sir tells you to leave me, you’ll let me go?"
Geetha pulled his face toward her, kissing his forehead with fierce possessiveness. "No… whatever he does is okay, but I want you."
"Then you have to listen to what I say."
"Meaning?"
He squeezed her waist hard.
"Ah!"
"Until we go back to India, you have to listen to me, Milky."
The nickname and the heat of his touch made her resolve crumble. "You're doing too much lately," she panted. "Is it because I'm giving in to you?"
"What, won't you listen?" he asked, his grip tightening.
"Mm… I’ll listen," she surrendered, her breath hitching.
They kissed, a desperate, messy collision of lips.
"I want to have you like yesterday. Bend for me," he growled.
"Puppy... I'm scared. With both of you..." She trailed off, a deep, shuddering sigh escaping her.
He gave her one more short kiss, his expression softening. "Tell me. If anything is too hard for you, I won't come between you."
The promise felt like a safety net. Geetha felt a surge of genuine affection for the boy who had become her shadow. "Will you give me your word?"
"Yes… I swear on my dick. Tell me."
Geetha hesitated. "Do you want Evelyn?"
"She’s good-looking, but why are you asking about her?"
"She wants my 'puppy'."
Bharath’s eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yeah… she has her eye on you. I said no."
He didn't answer immediately, instead burying his face in her neck, kissing her hungrily. Geetha let out a dry, nervous laugh.
"Why did you say no?" he asked against her skin. "It would have been good if you agreed."
"No! I don't like it. You should be only with me right now."
"You’re so selfish," he teased. "You thought the same when Chandana was there, right?"
"Mm..."
"Fine. Since you said so, I don't want her."
Geetha’s hand tightened on the bulge in his pants. "Doesn't this want her?"
He kissed her playful, challenging smile. "Does Evelyn really want me?"
"Yes."
"Then say yes," he whispered. "Let's have a threesome."
"Meaning?"
"Me and both of you. But I like you the most."
"You naughty boy," she chided, "you’re always ready for things like this."
"Come on, tell me, is it true?"
"It's true… but you have to listen to me."
"I will. Nothing is more important than you."
"Then stay silent," Geetha commanded softly. "If you are, I'll come to your room."
"Okay."
Bharath glanced out the window; Gautam and Evelyn were winding down their conversation. He leaned his head out.
"Sir! How much longer will you stay out there? Let's go!"
Gautam waved a hand dismissively. "Wait five minutes."
That was all the permission Bharath needed. He relaxed his shoulders and pulled Geetha into his arms. She climbed into his lap, her saree rustling as she found her balance.
"He said five minutes," Bharath noted, his hands finding her hips.
"Yes, I heard."
"Should I unbutton my pants?"
"For what?"
"For whatever you want."
They shared a long, knowing look before kissing each other's cheeks.
"If we were home instead of here, I’d be coming to you every night," Bharath whispered.
"As if you’re leaving me alone here," she countered. "You can't control your lust."
"Lust? This is love, Geetha."
He traced his tongue from the base of her throat upward, leaving a glistening trail to her lips.
"Mm… you call this love?" she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Isn't it?" He kissed her lower lip, pulling it gently between his teeth.
She held his face with both hands, her gaze intense. "Uh-huh," she teased.
"Whatever it is, you're my Geetha Teacher. My choice."
"No... you’re my puppy..."
She pulled him into a deep, soul-searing kiss. Their tongues met, a frantic dance of heat and saliva. He gripped the back of her neck, his other hand roaming her body.
"Mm… stop," she breathed, breaking the contact.
He froze, honoring the request. But the reprieve was short-lived; she pulled him back in, deepening the kiss until the windows began to fog.
He pulled back just enough to speak. "Take me into mouth, Miss?"
"Mm… control yourself. There’s no time for that now."
"Really?"
"Mm… I'll do it tonight. Wait for me, Bittu."
"Mm… okay… then what do I get now?"
"Take whatever you want," she whispered.
"I’ll lick you?"
"He just did it earlier..."
Bharath placed a finger to her lips, silencing the doubt. "I don't care about all that… if you say so, I'm ready."
"What if they come?"
"Let them come… Sir knows about this anyway."
He reached for the seat lever, reclining it back to create more space. He lifted her saree, his head disappearing beneath the heavy fabric. His hand emerged momentarily to tuck her black lace panties into the seat pocket.
Geetha bit her lip, a playful smile on her face that vanished into a sharp, "Ah…!" as her eyes rolled back. "Mm… mm…"
"Move your legs apart…" his muffled voice came from beneath the cloth.
She lowered her left leg, hooking her right over the top of the seat to give him better access.
"Ah! Don't use your fingers," she gasped, "just use your tongue."
"Mm… mhm…"
The sensation was overwhelming. She gripped the upholstery of the car, her body arching.
"Mm… is it an ice cream? Is that how you lick it?"
"Mm… you taste like honey, Miss."
"Uff… don't say such things."
He moved closer, his focus absolute.
"Sss… you eat it like a dog every time," she groaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He teased the most sensitive parts of her with agonizing slowness. "Ah…!"
"Do you know how much pride your pussy has?" Bharath asked, resurfacing for air.
She stroked his head, looking down at him with a dazed expression. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you let me do this, but I have to stop myself. I really want to satisfy you." He looked up at her, pouting like a frustrated child.
"Don't look at me like that," she whispered. "If you act cute, I get even more in the mood."
She pulled him up to her level. When they kissed, she tasted of herself.
"If you're in the mood, I'm here, Miss."
"He is here too," she said, nodding toward the window. "That's my fear."
"Sir said we’re going back to India tomorrow. Let's go. I'll take you to my house where he won't know."
"But your parents will be there."
"Then I’ll take you to my friend Rohit’s second house. It's empty now."
They shared a brief, soft kiss on the cheek.
"What will you do if you take me there?" she asked playfully.
"I'll have a wedding night with you, Teacher."
"You still haven't let go of that?"
"Can't you be my wife for just one day?"
At the word 'wife', Geetha’s eyes drifted back to the window. Her husband was still out there, his posture stern as he spoke to Evelyn. A flicker of suspicion crossed her mind, but Bharath gently took her chin and turned her face back to him.
"Tell me… will you be my wife for one day?"
"I can't say."
"We’ll be together without any fear of who sees or hears," he promised.
"Mm… why are you so stubborn?"
"Because I love you. You don't know how much I've imagined you as my wife."
The sincerity in his eyes was undoing. They kissed again, a slow, deep sealing of a secret pact.
"Mm… if it’s possible, I'll come," she whispered.
"If you don't, I'll take you away. You're my Geetha Teacher. When Gautam sir isn't there, I'm your husband."
"Mm, okay," she smiled, "my little husband."
The sound of footsteps on gravel broke the spell. Seeing the shadows of Gautam and Evelyn approaching the car, Geetha and Bharath scrambled apart, smoothing their hair and clothes just as the door handle clicked.
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As she drew closer, a dim red glow bled through the dark tint of the windows. Curious—and perhaps a little suspicious—about why they had stopped in such a remote place, she leaned down, pressing her face against the cool glass to peer inside.
The interior was a blur of rhythmic motion. Geetha was bent forward, her silhouette framed by the cramped quarters of the backseat, while Gautam held her firmly by the waist. Evelyn felt a smirk touch her lips, but her eyebrows shot up when she noticed Bharath sitting right there, a front-row spectator to the intimacy. Because of Geetha’s lush curves, Gautam seemed to be struggling, straining to find the depth he sought.
"Mm… push harder, darling…" Geetha’s voice was a low, honeyed moan as she bit her lip.
Gautam let out a ragged breath. Realizing the angle wasn’t working, he backed off, offering himself to her mouth instead.
The moment Geetha finished taking him in, Evelyn decided she had seen enough of the silent film and tapped sharply on the glass. The sudden sound made Geetha gasp; she recoiled, her eyes widening at the ghostly handprints visible on the window before she reflexively hugged Gautam for cover.
Gautam hurriedly fumbled for the controls, lowering the window. The second the glass slid down and revealed Evelyn’s face, Bharath let out a sharp peal of laughter.
"Why did this slut come here?" Gautam hissed into Geetha’s ear, his voice a jagged whisper. "I told her not to."
Evelyn stepped back, waiting with practiced patience. Inside, the frantic rustle of fabric followed as Geetha and Gautam straightened their clothes, trying to reclaim some semblance of composure. Bharath, still grinning, pushed open the front door.
"So," Evelyn said, her English crisp and pointed. "You just watch while they have sex in the car?"
Bharath shrugged nonchalantly. "It’s not the first time."
"I can tell," Evelyn remarked, her eyes darting between the three of them. "You three are very close."
As she spoke to Bharath, Gautam exited the rear. He walked around, shutting the door on Bharath’s side with a firm thud before leading Evelyn a few paces behind the car, away from prying ears.
From the rear window, Geetha watched them, her eyes flashing with a mix of jealousy and adrenaline. She wiped her mouth with the embroidered end of her saree, then turned and delivered a stinging slap to Bharath’s cheek.
"Ah… why?" Bharath winced, rubbing his face. "He hit me, and now you’re hitting me too?"
"You disgusting boy," Geetha snapped, her face flushed. "You made me swallow it."
"Well, I got turned on too," he countered, unrepentant.
"Don't speak," she warned, "or you'll get beaten more."
Outside, the tension took a different turn. Evelyn and Gautam moved into each other's space, embracing and kissing with a desperate passion that suggested a long history.
"Miss, look outside," Bharath whispered, his tone shifting. "They are kissing."
Geetha turned her head, watching her husband lose himself in another woman. Taking advantage of her distraction, Bharath leaned into the curve of her neck, his lips grazing her skin.
"Miss, Gautam sir must be having an affair with her," he murmured against her ear.
Geetha didn’t pull away. Instead, she ran her fingers through Bharath’s hair, her gaze fixed on the scene outside. A soft, "Mm..." escaped her as she watched the silhouettes through the glass. Bharath began to nibble on her earring, his breath hot and ragged.
"Mm… see, Miss? He’s here, and you couldn't stay in Hyderabad without sex. It’s not wrong for us to be like this, right?"
Geetha fell silent, her mind racing as she looked into his eyes.
Bharath leaned in, kissing the tip of her nose with intoxicating slowness. "Was it enough?" he asked.
"What?"
"If it wasn't enough," he said, his voice dropping an octave, "I'm ready."
She lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on the prominent bulge in his trousers.
"Now?" she whispered.
"You even did it in the car, Miss… I’m so in the mood. I could have fuck you longer."
"Mm… sit back," Geetha urged, though her voice lacked conviction. "If Evelyn sees, it won't look good."
"Miss, Gautam sir is kissing her right in front of us," Bharath pointed out.
Geetha looked out again. The intensity had broken; Gautam and Evelyn were now standing a few feet apart, talking with a domestic normalcy that felt even more jarring than the kiss.
"Aren't you suspicious?" Bharath asked.
"He told me," Geetha replied simply.
"When?"
"The other day."
"Weren't you angry?"
"Uh-huh," she signaled a 'no'.
Bharath moved his lips below her ear, his voice a ghost of a sound. "Do you think he suspects us?"
"Maybe…"
He pressed his lips to the pulse point in her neck. "Mm… I want to have you right in front of your husband," he whispered, punctuating the sentence with a sharp nip of his teeth.
Geetha winced at the sting, holding his head to steady him. "Sss… you say that, but I’m afraid of whether he’ll agree or get angry."
They shared a look of mutual longing, the air in the car thick with unspoken permissions.
"Even if it’s wrong to do it with Evelyn, why did you agree?" Bharath asked, half-joking.
"Because he didn't hide it from me."
"He must suspect us," Bharath concluded.
"Yeah..."
He took her right hand, kissing each knuckle. "Will you, Gautam sir, and Evelyn be in the same room tonight?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe he wants to have both you and Evelyn tonight."
The thought struck Geetha like a physical blow—new, terrifying, and strangely alluring. But Bharath was missing a piece of the puzzle; he didn't know that Evelyn’s eyes had been on him as well.
"Can we do that?" she asked, her voice sounding small and innocent.
"We can… you can even do it with both of us if you want," Bharath laughed, the sound low and wicked.
"Stop it, you crazy boy."
He stroked her cheek, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "Tonight, Evelyn will be with Gautam sir. You come to me."
Geetha leaned in, kissing his chin. "I don't know… you guys don't give me a single day's gap."
"I won't leave you for even half a day. I want it right now."
"They might come," she breathed, glancing at the window.
The two outside were still talking. Bharath reached out, lifting the silk of her saree to expose her thighs, his hand squeezing the soft skin. Geetha didn't move away; instead, she placed her hand over his zipper, feeling the heat beneath the fabric.
"Don't…" she whispered, biting her lip. "We won't be able to stop in the middle."
"They’re busy talking. If they come, I'll stop."
"No, I don't like it that way."
"Tell me," Bharath pressed, his eyes searching hers. "Was it enough when your husband did?"
"Don't ask like that, it feels wrong."
"Tell me anyway."
"Uh-huh," she murmured, another 'no'.
"Do you like them being together?"
"It’s his wish."
"So, if Gautam sir tells you to leave me, you’ll let me go?"
Geetha pulled his face toward her, kissing his forehead with fierce possessiveness. "No… whatever he does is okay, but I want you."
"Then you have to listen to what I say."
"Meaning?"
He squeezed her waist hard.
"Ah!"
"Until we go back to India, you have to listen to me, Milky."
The nickname and the heat of his touch made her resolve crumble. "You're doing too much lately," she panted. "Is it because I'm giving in to you?"
"What, won't you listen?" he asked, his grip tightening.
"Mm… I’ll listen," she surrendered, her breath hitching.
They kissed, a desperate, messy collision of lips.
"I want to have you like yesterday. Bend for me," he growled.
"Puppy... I'm scared. With both of you..." She trailed off, a deep, shuddering sigh escaping her.
He gave her one more short kiss, his expression softening. "Tell me. If anything is too hard for you, I won't come between you."
The promise felt like a safety net. Geetha felt a surge of genuine affection for the boy who had become her shadow. "Will you give me your word?"
"Yes… I swear on my dick. Tell me."
Geetha hesitated. "Do you want Evelyn?"
"She’s good-looking, but why are you asking about her?"
"She wants my 'puppy'."
Bharath’s eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yeah… she has her eye on you. I said no."
He didn't answer immediately, instead burying his face in her neck, kissing her hungrily. Geetha let out a dry, nervous laugh.
"Why did you say no?" he asked against her skin. "It would have been good if you agreed."
"No! I don't like it. You should be only with me right now."
"You’re so selfish," he teased. "You thought the same when Chandana was there, right?"
"Mm..."
"Fine. Since you said so, I don't want her."
Geetha’s hand tightened on the bulge in his pants. "Doesn't this want her?"
He kissed her playful, challenging smile. "Does Evelyn really want me?"
"Yes."
"Then say yes," he whispered. "Let's have a threesome."
"Meaning?"
"Me and both of you. But I like you the most."
"You naughty boy," she chided, "you’re always ready for things like this."
"Come on, tell me, is it true?"
"It's true… but you have to listen to me."
"I will. Nothing is more important than you."
"Then stay silent," Geetha commanded softly. "If you are, I'll come to your room."
"Okay."
Bharath glanced out the window; Gautam and Evelyn were winding down their conversation. He leaned his head out.
"Sir! How much longer will you stay out there? Let's go!"
Gautam waved a hand dismissively. "Wait five minutes."
That was all the permission Bharath needed. He relaxed his shoulders and pulled Geetha into his arms. She climbed into his lap, her saree rustling as she found her balance.
"He said five minutes," Bharath noted, his hands finding her hips.
"Yes, I heard."
"Should I unbutton my pants?"
"For what?"
"For whatever you want."
They shared a long, knowing look before kissing each other's cheeks.
"If we were home instead of here, I’d be coming to you every night," Bharath whispered.
"As if you’re leaving me alone here," she countered. "You can't control your lust."
"Lust? This is love, Geetha."
He traced his tongue from the base of her throat upward, leaving a glistening trail to her lips.
"Mm… you call this love?" she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Isn't it?" He kissed her lower lip, pulling it gently between his teeth.
She held his face with both hands, her gaze intense. "Uh-huh," she teased.
"Whatever it is, you're my Geetha Teacher. My choice."
"No... you’re my puppy..."
She pulled him into a deep, soul-searing kiss. Their tongues met, a frantic dance of heat and saliva. He gripped the back of her neck, his other hand roaming her body.
"Mm… stop," she breathed, breaking the contact.
He froze, honoring the request. But the reprieve was short-lived; she pulled him back in, deepening the kiss until the windows began to fog.
He pulled back just enough to speak. "Take me into mouth, Miss?"
"Mm… control yourself. There’s no time for that now."
"Really?"
"Mm… I'll do it tonight. Wait for me, Bittu."
"Mm… okay… then what do I get now?"
"Take whatever you want," she whispered.
"I’ll lick you?"
"He just did it earlier..."
Bharath placed a finger to her lips, silencing the doubt. "I don't care about all that… if you say so, I'm ready."
"What if they come?"
"Let them come… Sir knows about this anyway."
He reached for the seat lever, reclining it back to create more space. He lifted her saree, his head disappearing beneath the heavy fabric. His hand emerged momentarily to tuck her black lace panties into the seat pocket.
Geetha bit her lip, a playful smile on her face that vanished into a sharp, "Ah…!" as her eyes rolled back. "Mm… mm…"
"Move your legs apart…" his muffled voice came from beneath the cloth.
She lowered her left leg, hooking her right over the top of the seat to give him better access.
"Ah! Don't use your fingers," she gasped, "just use your tongue."
"Mm… mhm…"
The sensation was overwhelming. She gripped the upholstery of the car, her body arching.
"Mm… is it an ice cream? Is that how you lick it?"
"Mm… you taste like honey, Miss."
"Uff… don't say such things."
He moved closer, his focus absolute.
"Sss… you eat it like a dog every time," she groaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He teased the most sensitive parts of her with agonizing slowness. "Ah…!"
"Do you know how much pride your pussy has?" Bharath asked, resurfacing for air.
She stroked his head, looking down at him with a dazed expression. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you let me do this, but I have to stop myself. I really want to satisfy you." He looked up at her, pouting like a frustrated child.
"Don't look at me like that," she whispered. "If you act cute, I get even more in the mood."
She pulled him up to her level. When they kissed, she tasted of herself.
"If you're in the mood, I'm here, Miss."
"He is here too," she said, nodding toward the window. "That's my fear."
"Sir said we’re going back to India tomorrow. Let's go. I'll take you to my house where he won't know."
"But your parents will be there."
"Then I’ll take you to my friend Rohit’s second house. It's empty now."
They shared a brief, soft kiss on the cheek.
"What will you do if you take me there?" she asked playfully.
"I'll have a wedding night with you, Teacher."
"You still haven't let go of that?"
"Can't you be my wife for just one day?"
At the word 'wife', Geetha’s eyes drifted back to the window. Her husband was still out there, his posture stern as he spoke to Evelyn. A flicker of suspicion crossed her mind, but Bharath gently took her chin and turned her face back to him.
"Tell me… will you be my wife for one day?"
"I can't say."
"We’ll be together without any fear of who sees or hears," he promised.
"Mm… why are you so stubborn?"
"Because I love you. You don't know how much I've imagined you as my wife."
The sincerity in his eyes was undoing. They kissed again, a slow, deep sealing of a secret pact.
"Mm… if it’s possible, I'll come," she whispered.
"If you don't, I'll take you away. You're my Geetha Teacher. When Gautam sir isn't there, I'm your husband."
"Mm, okay," she smiled, "my little husband."
The sound of footsteps on gravel broke the spell. Seeing the shadows of Gautam and Evelyn approaching the car, Geetha and Bharath scrambled apart, smoothing their hair and clothes just as the door handle clicked.
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