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

[sharath841]

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The next morning, Mohan woke earlier than usual.
For several minutes, he lay still, staring up at the ceiling.
Rajan knowing about the search query was disturbing enough. But if he actually had access to one of their devices, the problem was no longer just about awkward messages—it was an active intrusion into their private lives.
Padma was already awake, sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, her shoulders tense.
? Padma: “You didn’t sleep properly, did you?”
? Mohan: “Not really.”
She turned to face him, her eyes searching his.
? Padma: “Because of Rajan?”
? Mohan: “Because of how he knew.”
Padma lowered her eyes, tracing the pattern on the bedsheet.
? Padma: “Maybe he was just guessing… pushing his luck?”
Mohan shook his head slowly.
? Mohan: “The timing was too precise. That wasn’t a guess.”
He got ready for work in silence, but he didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he pulled out his laptop and opened it on the dining table.
Padma stood behind him, watching over his shoulder.
? Padma: “What are you checking?”
? Mohan: “Everything I can think of.”
His fingers moved across the trackpad. He checked recently installed applications, browser extensions, account activity, connected devices and other obvious settings.
Nothing immediately stood out.
He frowned and leaned back.
? Padma: “Did you find anything?”
? Mohan: “No. Nothing obvious.”
A heavy pause hung in the air.
? Padma: “Then… maybe we’re just being paranoid?”
Mohan looked at her.
? Mohan: “I really hope we are.”
He closed the laptop with a soft snap. But before sliding it into his bag, his eyes lingered on the dark, reflective screen.
Something in his gut still refused to settle.
https://ibb.co/PZT5g06J
Bzzzt.
His phone vibrated against the wooden tabletop.
Both of them froze.
Mohan reached out and turned the screen toward them.
? Rajan: “Good morning.”
Nothing more.
Padma stared at the two simple words as if they were a threat.
? Padma: “That’s it?”
? Mohan: “For now.”
Before he could put the phone down, another notification appeared.
? Rajan: “Don’t worry. I’m not going to disturb you today.”
Mohan stared at the lit screen, his voice dropping to a whisper.
? Mohan: “How does he always know when we’re talking about him?”
Padma didn’t answer.
She couldn’t.
Mohan set the phone face down.
? Mohan: “I’m heading to the office. Don’t reply to him. Not a single word.”
? Padma: “Okay.”
He walked toward the front door, key in hand.
Then he paused and looked back at her pale face.
? Mohan: “And Padma…”
She looked up.
? Mohan: “Don’t blame yourself for yesterday.”
Her expression softened slightly.
? Padma: “I’m not.”
The door opened and clicked shut.
The apartment fell into a heavy, unnatural silence.
Padma remained near the entryway for a long moment, listening to the fading echo of Mohan’s footsteps down the corridor.
Slowly, she walked back into the living room and checked her phone.
No new notification.
For the first time, a dark thought crossed her mind—one she had deliberately pushed away until now.
What if Rajan wasn’t just watching them from afar?
What if he was somehow already inside their private space?
She physically recoiled from the thought and shook her head.
? Padma: “No… that’s impossible.”
She placed the phone face down on the table, as though putting some distance between herself and the screen might make the thought disappear.
Yet somewhere in the quiet apartment, something continued running softly—unseen, undetected, and completely uninterrupted.

The rest of the morning dragged on with unsettling quiet.
Padma forced herself into routine—wiping counters, organizing drawers, folding clothes, trying to anchor herself in ordinary chores.
But her mind kept looping back to the same question.
How did he know?
She picked up her phone three times, checked the blank lock screen, and put it back down.
Around noon, she poured herself a cup of tea and sat at the dining table.
Her thoughts drifted back to the previous afternoon—the search query, the embarrassment, the strange dream, and then Rajan’s immediate message.
She covered her face with her hands and whispered into the empty room.
? Padma: “He couldn’t possibly know about the dream…”
Bzzzt.
The vibration made her jump.
A little tea spilled onto the table.
She grabbed the phone.
A system update notification.
Nothing more.
Padma released a long, shaky breath and wiped the spill with a napkin.
That’s when her eyes caught something on the table.
Mohan’s laptop charger.
It was still coiled beside the power outlet. He had packed his laptop in a hurry that morning but left the charger behind.
She remembered his words:
“I’m going to check properly tonight.”
Her phone buzzed again.
This time, the preview on the lock screen made her heart stop.
? Rajan: “You look worried today.”
Padma stared at the message.
Her throat went dry.
Her thumb hovered over the screen.
She opened the chat and began typing a furious reply.
? Padma: “What do you want from us?”
Her finger hovered over the send button.
Then she remembered Mohan’s warning.
Don’t reply to him.
She quickly deleted the entire message.
A second later, before her screen had even timed out, another message appeared.
? Rajan: “Good. Don’t reply.”
Padma froze.
Her hand tightened around the phone.
The message didn’t prove how he knew.
But somehow, it made the apartment feel smaller.
A final message appeared.
? Rajan: “Some questions are better answered by observing than by asking.”
Padma locked the phone immediately.
She stood up so quickly that the chair scbangd loudly against the tile.
She walked toward the balcony and slid the glass door open.
Outside, the city continued with its ordinary afternoon chaos.
Traffic crawled along the main road. Delivery drivers wove through the lanes. Somewhere across the complex, a pressure cooker whistled.
Everything looked normal.
Yet standing there, Padma couldn’t shake the chilling feeling that the walls of her own home no longer felt solid.

Meanwhile, at his desk in the office, Mohan stared blankly at his monitor.
His phone lit up.
A message from Padma.
? Padma: “Did you find anything on the laptop this morning? Anything at all?”
He paused before replying.
? Mohan: “Nothing obvious. Everything looked normal.”
A few seconds passed.
? Padma: “Then how does he know everything we do?”
Mohan sat rigid in his chair.
He typed slowly.
? Mohan: “I’m going to run a deeper diagnostic tonight. Network activity, connected devices, account access—everything.”
Then he added:
? Mohan: “Until then, don’t engage with him. Keep your phone with you, but don’t answer anything from him.”
? Padma: “Okay.”
Mohan locked his phone and placed it beside his keyboard.
He leaned back and rested his chin against his hand.
The basic checks that morning had shown nothing.
That bothered him more than if he’d found something obvious.
If Rajan really had access somehow, the evidence might be buried somewhere much deeper than anything Mohan had checked.
He looked at the wall clock.
There were still five hours left in his workday.
Five hours before he could get home.
Five hours during which Padma would be alone in the apartment, surrounded by devices that suddenly no longer felt entirely trustworthy.
And for the first time, Mohan found himself wondering whether the answer he was looking for might already be sitting somewhere inside their home—quietly waiting for him to find it.
PADMA thinking how Rajan knows what I do : 
 
This is how she searched Johnny..
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