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

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Padma kept her eyes ahead as they walked, her hand wrapped around Mohan’s.
Her mind was trapped in the past. College. That corridor. Rajan.
? Mohan: “You never told me about him.”
Padma slowed her steps, looking down.
? Padma: “I didn’t think it mattered. It was an unpleasant incident—he touched me, I rejected him, I slapped him. I thought it was over.”
? Mohan: “He clearly thinks it mattered.”
? Padma: “Why would someone hold onto that for so many years?”
Mohan knew the answer—Rajan had already told him pieces of it long ago—but he kept his face completely still.
? Mohan: “Maybe because he never accepted your rejection.”
Bzzzt.
Padma’s phone vibrated. A text from Rajan.
? Rajan: You asked about the beginning. But you’re forgetting something, Padma.
Padma stopped in her tracks, her thumb hovering over the screen.
? Rajan: The slap wasn’t the end of that day. Ask yourself what happened after you walked away.
Padma stared at the glass, her heart skipping a beat. She remembered the corridor, the slap, and walking away—but was there a detail she had buried?
She locked the phone, panic quietly settling in.
? Padma: “I don’t remember.”
? Mohan: “Then don’t let him choose what you remember.”
Padma stayed silent, unsettled. She didn't know that Rajan was waiting with a memory she had forgotten—and one Mohan had secretly known about all along.
That evening, Padma couldn’t settle. She moved around the bedroom, restlessly folding clothes that were already neat.
Mohan watched her from the edge of the bed.
? Mohan: “You’re still thinking about what Rajan said.”
Padma stopped and sat beside him.
? Padma: “I can’t stop, Mohan. I remember the slap, everyone looking at me, walking away... but he insists something else happened.”
? Mohan: “Rajan lies whenever it benefits him.”
Bzzzt. Her phone lit up with consecutive messages from Rajan.
? Rajan: You really don’t remember?
? Rajan: After you slapped me, you said, “Stay away from me.”
? Rajan: And I did. For years.
Padma’s eyes narrowed. That sounded familiar.
? Padma: “He says he stayed away... for years.”
? Mohan: “Did he?”
? Padma: “I thought he did.” She looked at Mohan, guilt in her eyes. “I should have told you about him the moment I recognized him.”
Mohan’s chest tightened.
? Mohan: “You don’t have to blame yourself, Padma.”
? Padma: “I’m blaming myself for keeping secrets from you.”
Mohan reached out and took her hand, pulling her close.
While Padma looked away, a silent notification flashed on Mohan’s own phone:
? Rajan: You remember what happened after the slap, don’t you, Mohan?
Mohan froze, instantly locking his screen before she could see.
Rajan wasn’t just threatening to reveal a college memory—he was reminding Mohan that he had known about that slap, and Rajan's fixation on Padma, long before Padma ever told him.

Mohan remained completely still for several seconds after reading Rajan’s message.
He looked over at Padma. She was sitting near the window, lost in thought, completely unaware of the text glowing on his screen.
Mohan quickly locked the display, but the damage was done. Rajan didn’t just know about the college incident; he knew Mohan had secretly known about it long before Padma ever mentioned it.
Padma turned toward him, her dark eyes searching his face.
? Padma: “Mohan? You’re unusually quiet.”
Mohan forced a soft, reassuring smile.
? Mohan: “Just thinking about everything that happened today, Padma. About us.”
Her expression softened. She moved closer, resting her head gently against his shoulder.
? Padma: “I should have told you about college years ago, Mohan.”
Mohan closed his eyes, his heart heavy with guilt.
? Mohan: “Maybe...”
She lifted her head, looking into his eyes.
? Padma: “You aren’t angry with me?”
? Mohan: “Not with you, Padma. Never with you.”
Padma looked relieved, taking a soft breath. But then a quiet thought crossed her mind.
? Padma: “When you heard him bring up college today at the café... you looked genuinely shocked.”
Mohan’s stomach dropped.
? Mohan: “Hearing him say those things right in front of you was just... different.”
Padma accepted the answer, though she still looked troubled.
? Padma: “He spoke as if he’s carried that single day for years. Why couldn’t he just forget me?”
Mohan gently squeezed her hand.
? Mohan: “Some men don’t know how to let go when they don’t get what they want.”
Bzzzt.
Mohan’s phone vibrated in his palm. Padma noticed instantly.
? Padma: “Who is that? Rajan?”
Mohan hesitated before nodding.
? Padma: “What does he want now?”
? Mohan: “I don’t know...”
It was the first real lie he had told her tonight. Padma caught the brief hesitation in his voice, her brows drawing together.
Mohan unlocked his phone to read the notification:
? Rajan: Don’t make me tell her how you first learned about her, Mohan.
Mohan froze. His skin went cold.
Padma watched his face drain of color.
? Padma: “Mohan… what did he write to you?”
He stared at her, unable to speak. The sheer fear in his eyes made Padma’s expression shift from curiosity to deep dread.
? Padma: “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Mohan slowly set the phone face-down on the bed.
? Mohan: “Padma… there is something I need to tell you.”
Padma’s posture went rigid.
? Padma: “What is it?”
Mohan took a deep, shaky breath to confess, but before the words could leave his mouth, his phone screen flashed one last time:
? Rajan: Tell her yourself, Mohan. Or I will.
Padma stared at Mohan’s trembling hands, and in that terrifying silence, she realized one chilling truth:
Whatever Rajan knew about her past, her husband had been keeping it a secret, too.