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

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The clock had barely moved past five when Mohan finally left his office.
Throughout the afternoon, he had tried to concentrate on work, but the same thought kept returning.
If Rajan really had access to something… how?
By the time he reached home, his mind was already running through possibilities.
Padma opened the door before he could knock twice.
She looked relieved to see him.
? Padma: “You’re back.”
? Mohan: “You okay?”
She hesitated.
? Padma: “Rajan messaged again.”
Mohan’s expression immediately changed.
? Mohan: “What did he say?”
Padma handed him her phone.
He read the messages from earlier.
Then she quietly explained what had happened.
? Padma: “I started typing a reply. I didn’t send it. I deleted everything.”
? Mohan: “And then?”
? Padma: “He said, ‘Good. Don’t reply.’”
Mohan stared at the screen.
? Mohan: “You hadn’t sent anything?”
? Padma: “No.”
Silence.
Mohan handed the phone back.
? Mohan: “Okay. Now I’m sure something isn’t right.”
Padma’s face tightened.
? Padma: “Can someone really see what we’re doing?”
? Mohan: “I don’t know yet.”
He put his office bag down.
? Mohan: “But tonight I’m going to find out what I can.”

A few minutes later, Mohan opened his laptop at the dining table.
Padma sat beside him.
This time, he didn’t simply glance through the settings.
He carefully went through the device’s activity, account sessions, connected devices and network information.
Several minutes passed.
Nothing.
Then Mohan stopped.
His eyes narrowed.
? Padma: “What?”
? Mohan: “Wait.”
He looked at the screen again.
There was a recent connection that he didn’t immediately recognize.
It wasn’t enough to prove anything.
It could have been a normal background connection.
Or a device he had simply forgotten about.
But the timing bothered him.
? Padma: “Is that him?”
? Mohan: “I don’t know.”
? Padma: “Then what does it mean?”
? Mohan: “It means I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.”
He took a photograph of the screen with his phone.
Padma watched him carefully.
? Padma: “You’re keeping evidence?”
? Mohan: “Yes.”
He continued checking.
Then something else caught his attention.
The laptop’s recent activity showed that it had been active during a period when he distinctly remembered leaving it alone.
Mohan leaned back.
? Mohan: “That’s strange.”
? Padma: “What?”
? Mohan: “This laptop was active last night.”
Padma frowned.
? Padma: “But you closed it.”
? Mohan: “Exactly.”
Neither spoke for several seconds.
Mohan slowly closed the lid.
Not completely.
Just enough to leave the screen dark.
? Padma: “What are you thinking?”
? Mohan: “I’m thinking we shouldn’t change anything yet.”
She looked confused.
? Padma: “Why?”
? Mohan: “Because if something is actually happening, I don’t want to erase whatever evidence is there.”
Padma swallowed.
? Padma: “You really think someone could be getting into it?”
? Mohan: “I think we have enough strange things happening that I don’t want to dismiss them anymore.”

That evening passed unusually quietly.
There were no messages from Rajan.
No calls.
No teasing.
Nothing.
Padma kept checking her phone.
Nothing.
She eventually placed it on the table.
? Padma: “He’s quiet.”
? Mohan: “That’s probably a good thing.”
? Padma: “Somehow it doesn’t feel like one.”
Mohan looked at her.
She was right.
After everything Rajan had done, his silence felt less like absence and more like waiting.
They had dinner without discussing him.
Later, Mohan returned to the laptop.
He didn’t open everything again.
He simply checked the time and looked at the device.
Then he unplugged the charger from the wall.
He stared at the charger for a moment.
Earlier that morning, he had left it behind while taking the laptop to work.
Now he wondered whether that small detail mattered.
He said nothing.

Around eleven, Padma changed into her nightwear and switched off the bedroom light.
Mohan remained awake for a while.
? Padma: “Are you coming?”
? Mohan: “In a minute.”
He looked once more toward the dining table.
The laptop sat there quietly.
Exactly where he had left it.
He finally walked into the bedroom.
Padma pulled the blanket up and turned toward him.
For several minutes, neither spoke.
Then—
Bzzzt.
Padma’s phone vibrated on the bedside table.
Both of them looked at it.
Mohan reached for the phone.
One message.
? Rajan: “Good night, Padma.”
Mohan’s eyes immediately moved to the clock.
11:47 PM.
Padma stared at him.
? Padma: “I didn’t message him.”
? Mohan: “I know.”
He looked toward the bedroom door.
Then toward the dark hallway beyond it.
Nothing moved.
Everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
Mohan slowly placed the phone back on the table.
? Mohan: “Don’t reply.”
Padma nodded.
But neither of them closed their eyes.
Because for the first time, they weren’t wondering whether Rajan was watching.
They were wondering where he was watching from.