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

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That evening, Padma's father called Mohan.
? Father: "Mohan, our village jatre is coming up. You both should come. It's been a long time since you visited properly."
Mohan smiled.
? Mohan: "I really wanted to, Uncle, but I have some important work at the office. I don't think I can take so many days off."
? Father: "At least send Padma. She can stay with us and help with the arrangements."
Mohan glanced toward Padma, who was nearby.
? Mohan: "Yes, I'll send her. She'll be happy to come."
Padma looked up.
? Padma: "What happened?"
He covered the phone for a moment.
? Mohan: "Your father is inviting us for the jatre. I can't go because of work, but you can if you want."
Padma's face lit up.
? Padma: "Really?"
Mohan nodded and went back to the call.
? Mohan: "Uncle, I'll send her in the next couple of days."
? Father: "Good. Let her stay for some time. There will be a lot of work, and everyone will be happy to have her here."
When the call ended, Padma looked at him.
? Mohan: "So? How long do you want to stay?"
She thought for a moment.
? Padma: "Maybe a few days."
? Mohan: "A few days means?"
She laughed.
? Padma: "Actually… I think I'll stay for fifteen days."
His eyebrows rose.
? Mohan: "Fifteen?"

Padma: "Yes. There's the jatre, I have to assist my parents..

Mohan nodded.
? Mohan: "Okay. If you want to stay, stay. I'll come and visit when I get time."
Padma smiled.
? Padma: "Thank you."
She was genuinely happy. It had been a long time since anyone had said stay as long as you like without asking why.
That night she packed slowly, humming. Two cotton sarees, one silk for the festival, her mother's favourite sweets.


The next morning, Padma started preparing for her fifteen-day stay.
She packed enough sarees, casual clothes and nightwear to last, and left the rest of the cupboard as it was.
Before leaving, she went shopping for her family. She bought a box of sweets for everyone, a few nice clothes for her parents and a small gift for her brother.
She came home with all the bags and set them by the door.

Mohan had already booked her bus ticket and arranged a cab to the bus stand. He helped her load everything into the car.
? Mohan: "Everything ready?
Padma: "Yes. I think I've packed half the house."

Mohan laughed.
? Mohan: "Fifteen days, remember?"
? Padma: "I know."
At the bus stand, he carried the luggage to the door of the bus.
? Mohan: "Call me once you reach."
? Padma: "I will."
She hugged him before boarding.
? Mohan: "Take care, baby."
? Padma: "You too."
She settled into her window seat and watched Mohan standing outside as the bus slowly pulled away.
She looked at the bags beside her, the sweets and the gifts for her family, and a small smile appeared.
For the next fifteen days, she wouldn't just be someone's wife living in Bangalore. She would be Padma from the village again: a daughter, a former teacher and a helping hand for the jatre.

She had no idea that returning home would also bring someone from her past back into her everyday life.