Adultery Seduction of My Wife Padma (UPDATED 30-DEC-25)

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She took a slow, steadying breath, her chest rising against the soft dbang of her saree.
? Padma: “Why did you become interested in me, Rajan?”
Rajan’s usual smooth, dominating smile appeared.
? Rajan: “You really want to know, Padma?”
? Padma: “I asked you a direct question.”
? Rajan: “Because you were different.”
Padma let out a soft sigh, her dark eyes narrowing.
? Padma: “You’ve already said that.”
Rajan leaned back comfortably, his sharp eyes watching her every reaction with an unhurried, intense gaze.
? Rajan: “I’m talking about much earlier.”
Something in his low, quiet tone made Padma hesitate. Her pulse gave a sudden, nervous flutter.
? Padma: “Earlier?”
? Rajan: “College.”
Padma’s heart hit her ribs. She abruptly looked away, her fingers instinctively tightening around the dark, silken edge of her saree pallu.
Mohan noticed her sudden shift immediately. Playing his part, he deliberately turned to Rajan with an expression of sharp, apparent confusion.
? Mohan: “College? What on earth happened in college?”
Padma glanced at her husband, panic flaring in her chest. She hadn't expected Rajan to bring up a ghost she had tried so hard to bury.
? Padma: “It’s… nothing, Mohan.”
Rajan gave a slow, knowing little smile, leaning his forearms on the wooden table.
? Rajan: “Nothing, Padma?”
Padma’s eyes snapped back to him, her voice a hushed, desperate warning.
? Padma: “Rajan…”
? Rajan: “You remember it vividly.”
A warm, telltale flush began to spread across her cheeks, climbing up her throat to the soft skin of her neck.
? Padma: “That was years ago.”
? Rajan: “I remember every single second of it.”
Mohan kept his expression completely neutral, masterfully pretending this was the very first time he was hearing any of it.
? Mohan: “What are you two talking about? What happened?”
Padma became visibly uncomfortable, her shy, traditional nature squirming under the spotlight.
? Padma: “Mohan, please… not here…”
Rajan couldn’t resist leaning into her reaction, his tone dipped in smooth, teasing provocation.
? Rajan: “Your wife had quite a temper back then, Mohan.”
Padma lowered her eyes, staring down at her folded hands.
? Padma: “I don’t want to talk about this.”
? Rajan: “You certainly didn’t mind expressing yourself that day.”
Padma looked up sharply, her eyes flashing.
? Mohan: “What did he do, Padma?”
Padma hesitated, her throat tight. She clearly couldn’t bring herself to voice the physical detail.
Rajan answered for her, his voice dropping into a low, deliberate tone that made her skin prickle.
? Rajan: “I touched her without her permission. I reached out and touched her buttery waist…”
Padma’s face went rigid with sheer tension.
? Mohan: “You did what?”
Rajan nodded, wholly unfazed by Mohan's outburst.
? Rajan: “And she turned around and slapped me right across my face in front of the entire corridor.”
Padma immediately looked down, deeply embarrassed by the vivid memory being laid bare in public. Mohan stared at Rajan as though processing the shock for the first time.
? Mohan: “I can’t believe this…”
Padma stole a hesitant glance at her husband. Seeing the shock and hurt on his face made a heavy pang of guilt crash into her heart. She had recognized Rajan the moment he reappeared in their lives, yet she had kept that dark college chapter hidden, convincing herself it was just an unpleasant, forgotten incident from her youth.
Now, with Rajan standing over her life again and causing so much chaos in her marriage, she wondered if her secrecy had been a tragic mistake.
She lowered her eyes, her voice barely a whisper.
? Padma: “It’s just something that happened a long time ago, Mohan…”
? Rajan: “That was the first time you made me realize you weren’t afraid of me, Padma.”
? Padma: “I wasn’t supposed to be afraid of you.”
? Rajan: “Exactly.”
Padma turned her face away again, unable to meet his intense gaze. Rajan continued, his voice softer now, almost intimate.
? Rajan: “Everyone else treated me differently because of my family name and my money. You didn’t.” He paused, letting the silence stretch between them. “You rejected me.”
Padma remained dead silent, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
? Rajan: “You slapped me.” Another heavy pause. “And then you simply walked away as if I didn’t even exist.”
Padma’s dark eyes flickered back toward him.
? Rajan: “That’s what stayed with me every single night since.”
? Padma: “It should have stayed as a lesson in boundaries.”
? Rajan: “Maybe.” His dark eyes remained fixed on her flushed face. “But for me, it became an obsession. A question I couldn't answer.”
? Padma: “What question?”
Rajan smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of his lips.
? Rajan: “Why was the one woman who wanted absolutely nothing from me the only woman I couldn’t stop thinking about?”
Padma didn’t answer. Her cheeks were still burning, but this time it wasn’t embarrassment alone. It was the terrifying, intoxicating realization that an unpleasant incident she had buried years ago had become the defining fantasy that drove this dangerous man.
Mohan reached across the table and firmly took her cold hand. She squeezed it back instantly, clinging to her husband like a lifeline.
? Mohan: “So that’s why you’ve been harassing us?”
Rajan shook his head slowly.
? Rajan: “That’s just where it started.”
Padma looked up at him instantly, her brows drawing tight.
? Padma: “Started?”
Rajan smoothly stood up from the table, adjusting the cuffs of his dark shirt.
? Rajan: “You asked why I became interested in you, Padma.” He gave her one last, lingering, knowing look. “I gave you the beginning.”
Padma frowned, her chest rising as frustration surged through her.
? Padma: “And the rest of the story?”
Rajan’s enigmatic smile returned.
? Rajan: “That’s a story for another day.”
He made a subtle movement as if to step away, but neither Padma nor Mohan were satisfied with another one of his elusive mind games. Leaving like this left them suspended in total powerlessness.
Padma stood up abruptly, her dark silk saree rustling softly, her voice ringing with sharp, uncompromising authority.
? Padma: “No, Rajan! Not another day. Tell us the rest of the story today.”
Mohan rose right beside her, stepping forward to block Rajan’s path, his face rigid with anger.
? Mohan: “She’s right. You don’t get to walk away whenever it suits you. Finish what you started right now!”
Rajan paused, looking between the two of them. A slow, mocking amusement danced in his dark eyes as he observed their desperate attempt to demand control.
? Rajan: “You both talk as if you’re in a position to negotiate.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper. “I speak when I want to speak. Today, you’ve heard enough.”
Padma glared at him, her lips trembling with suppressed rage.
? Padma: “Then we have nothing left to say to you either. We’re leaving.”
She turned on her heel without waiting for another word, taking Mohan by his arm. They walked out of the café together, trying to maintain a united, dignified front.
Yet despite their proud exit, they had failed to convince him. They were walking away empty-handed, carrying even more agonizing questions than when they arrived.
Rajan didn't move. He stood near the wide glass window, casually resting one hand in his pocket as he watched them step out into the bright street.
His eyes locked onto Padma from behind as she walked away.
The dark silk of her saree hugged her natural waist, tracing every slow, sensual curve of her hips with every step she took. The smooth, rhythmic sway of her sexy ass beneath the pleats of the saree was mesmerizing—a striking blend of traditional elegance and irresistible allure that made his mouth go dry.
A dark, deeply satisfied smirk spread across Rajan’s face.
She thought she was walking away in defiance, but he knew the truth. He had planted the seed, and as he watched her attractive figure disappear down the street, he knew it was only a matter of time before her curiosity brought her right back into his hands.