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

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Padma: “Start from the very beginning, Mohan. No hiding.”
Mohan took a deep, ragged breath, refusing to look away this time.
? Mohan: “Rajan contacted me long before you ever knew he was involved in our lives, Padma.”
Padma’s brows drew together, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.
? Padma: “Why would he contact you? What reason did he have?”
Mohan hesitated, his throat dry, his cheeks burning with shame.
? Mohan: “Because… he knew about my dark thoughts. He knew about my fantasies.”
The air left Padma’s chest. The soft, exposed skin of her neck flushed a warm, embarrassed red under the dim lamp light.
? Mohan: “He somehow found out that I had those weak, foolish thoughts about other men noticing you… admiring how beautiful my wife is.”
Padma lowered her gaze, staring down at her lap, her fingers clutching the dbang of her saree pallu tight against her chest.
? Padma: “So that’s how he knew… that’s how he targeted us?”
? Mohan: “Yes.”
? Padma: “And you actually spoke to him about me? Behind my back?”
Mohan nodded reluctantly, every word painful to utter.
? Mohan: “I spoke to him. I shared details… thoughts I should have kept locked inside me. I didn’t realize he was feeding off it, using it as leverage to dismantle us.”
Padma remained dead silent for a long moment, her heart hammering against her ribs.
? Padma: “You should have told me the moment he approached you, Mohan.”
? Mohan: “I was deeply ashamed, Padma. Ashamed of my own weakness.”
She looked up, her dark eyes laced with a quiet, alluring sorrow mixed with firm resolve.
? Padma: “Being ashamed doesn’t make a secret disappear. It only gives men like Rajan room to breathe.”
Mohan lowered his head.
? Mohan: “I know.”
Bzzzt.
The sudden vibration against the nightstand made them both freeze. Padma reached out, her dark, elegant fingers picking up the phone.
A message from Rajan.
? Rajan (Message): “Now you’re finally hearing his side of the story.”
A second text flashed immediately beneath the first.
? Rajan (Message): “But ask him how we first met, Padma. Ask your husband where it really began.”
Padma slowly raised her head, her gaze piercing through Mohan.
? Padma: “How did you and Rajan actually meet for the very first time?”
Mohan went rigid. The color drained completely from his face. He had known this question was an inevitable trap waiting to snap shut.
? Mohan: “That’s… complicated, Padma.”
? Padma: “Mohan, please,” her voice dropped to a soft, breathy whisper, laced with desperate pleading. “No more half-truths between us.”
He closed his eyes, nodding slowly.
? Mohan: “He found out about the private apartment group first. That’s what brought us into the same space.”
Padma stared at him, her lips parting slightly.
? Padma: “And after that?”
Mohan hesitated, swallowing hard.
? Mohan: “After that… he started asking deeply personal questions about you.”
Padma’s expression hardened into pure, cold ice, a shiver running down her spine.
? Padma: “What kind of questions, Mohan?”
Mohan couldn’t answer. The silence stretched between them, heavy and damning.
And in that agonizing pause, a terrifying truth washed over Padma. Rajan hadn’t just randomly reappeared to haunt her past. He had been quietly studying her, feeding on her husband’s vulnerabilities, and carving his way into her traditional, private world long before she ever realized she was being watched.