Adultery Radiance of Vanitha, Daughter-in-Law and Instagram Influencer

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Selvam froze, his body going rigid. The saleswoman was approaching with her clipboard, her smile professional as she noted their selection. He needed to move, to create distance between himself and Vanitha, but his limbs refused to cooperate.

Vanitha, however, sat up smoothly, straightening her pallu with practiced ease. “I thought so from the beginning,” she said, her voice perfectly composed.

“You were right, as usual,” Ashok said with an appreciative nod. He waved to the sales attendant who had been hovering nearby. “We’ll take this mattress and the teak frame we selected earlier.”

The young woman approached, her tablet in hand, her professional smile firmly in place. “Excellent choices. The teak frame is one of our most popular models... very durable, very elegant.” She tapped at her screen. “And the pillow-top is perfect for someone with your build, sir. Good support without being too firm.”

Selvam nodded, still seated on the edge of the mattress. His body hummed with the memory of Vanitha pressed against him, her back to his chest, her ass fitting perfectly against his cock. He shifted slightly, trying to ease the discomfort in his trousers.

“We’ll need delivery to the villa in Los Gatos,” Ashok said, pulling out his wallet. “Four days from now, if possible.”

“Absolutely,” the attendant replied. “I’ll check our delivery schedule and confirm the timing.” She glanced between the three of them. “Will you be needing bedding as well? Sheets, pillows, a duvet?”

Ashok looked at Selvam, who shook his head. “I have bedding,” he said. “Just the frame and mattress.”

“Perfect.” The attendant made a note on her tablet. “If you’ll follow me to the register, we can finalize everything.”

Selvam stood, grateful for the movement that helped disguise the lingering hardness in his pants. Vanitha rose beside him, her saree falling back into place with practiced grace. The gold chain at her waist caught the light as she moved, drawing his eye to the curve of her hip.

“Ready to go?” Ashok asked, already heading toward the checkout counter. “I’ve got a meeting at two, so we should probably wrap this up.”

Selvam followed, keeping a careful distance from Vanitha. The showroom suddenly felt too warm, too bright, the other customers too observant. He could still feel the weight of her body against his, the press of her ass, the whisper of her voice in his ear.

At the register, Ashok handed over his credit card while the attendant finalized the details. “Delivery on Thursday, between nine and twelve,” she confirmed. “Someone will need to be home to accept it.”

“I’ll be there,” Selvam said. The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning.

Vanitha’s eyes met his over Ashok’s shoulder. “I can help,” she said, her voice casual. “If you need someone to supervise.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Selvam replied, his tone equally neutral despite the heat building in his chest.

Ashok signed the receipt with a flourish. “All set,” he announced, tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “Appa’s new bed will be delivered in four days. The villa will start feeling like home in no time.”

They walked back through the showroom together, past the rows of bed frames and mattresses, past the displays of nightstands and dressers. Selvam kept his hands in his pockets, his shoulders tense, his mind full of images he shouldn’t be thinking about of his daughter-in-law. They all walked back to the car.

Scene 3

On the drive home, Vanitha sat in the back seat while Selvam rode in front with Ashok. The afternoon sun slanted through the windshield, warming the leather seats of Ashok’s car. He adjusted the air conditioning, his eyes on the road, aware of Vanitha’s reflection in the rearview mirror... her face turned toward the window, her profile outlined against the passing hills.

Ashok leaned back in the driver’s seat, his mood warm and satisfied. “That went well,” he said. “The teak frame is perfect. Good call on the pillow-top too, Vanitha.”

She nodded without turning from the window. “It’ll hold up.”

“Definitely.” Ashok turned to Selvam. “The new house is going to be incredible. Those olive trees, the infinity pool...” He shook his head. “Mohan was crazy to sell, but I’m glad he did. For us.”

Selvam kept his eyes on the road. The memory of the villa... empty now, waiting for them... flashed through his mind. The master bedroom with its travertine platform where the new bed would stand. The windows facing the olive grove. The door that would open to Vanitha’s knock in the night.

“I’m glad you’re staying in California,” Ashok continued. “It wouldn’t be the same with you back in Chennai.” He glanced over his shoulder at Vanitha. “Though honestly, I think my Vanitha will be at your place half the time anyway, given how much more invested she seemed in the whole selection than you were.”

He said it as a compliment, a joke, a simple observation from a man who saw nothing but a helpful wife and a good day of shopping. His tone was light, his smile easy. No hidden meanings, no suspicions, just the casual confidence of a man who trusted completely.

Vanitha looked out the window at the Los Gatos hills rolling past in the afternoon light. Her lips curved in a smile... private, knowing, meant for no one but herself. Selvam caught the expression in the rearview mirror and felt his chest tighten.

The car climbed the gentle slope toward their neighborhood. Selvam kept his eyes on the road, while Ashok kept his hands steady on the wheel. The teak frame and the pillow-top mattress would be delivered to the villa in four days. Four days until the bed was in place. Four days until the first night could come to him without having to worry about his son in the next room.

Four days until the life they had been moving toward became real.

“Did you decide on a move-in date?” Ashok asked. “The villa’s empty now, right? No reason to wait.”

“Next week,” Selvam said. “Once the furniture arrives.”

Ashok nodded. “Smart. No point moving in until you can actually live there.”