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Geeta’s phone rang.
She looked at the screen and stepped aside at once.
Geeta: "Hello?"
She listened for a few seconds, and her expression changed.
Geeta: "No… I can't talk now."
She ended the call quickly. Padma noticed.
Padma: "Who was that?"
Geeta slipped the phone into her blouse bag.
Geeta: "Nobody. Just some work."
Savithri gave her a knowing look but said nothing.
A little later, Geeta suddenly remembered something.
Geeta: "Actually, I need to go home. Amma asked me to bring something."
Padma: "Already? Come home with us first."
Geeta: "I'll come later. I promise."
She hurried off before Padma could ask anything else.
Padma watched her disappear down the lane.
Padma: "She's definitely hiding something."
Savithri laughed.
Savithri: "Now you're curious?"
Padma: "Of course I am."
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They went back to Padma's house and sat on the verandah. Her mother had left a plate of murukku between them.
Savithri leaned toward her with a mischievous smile.
Savithri: "Since we're talking about secrets… tell me something."
Padma: "What?"
Savithri: "How is married life?"
Padma understood the direction at once.
Padma: "It's good."
Savithri: "Just good?"
Padma laughed.
Padma: "What kind of question is that?"
Savithri: "The kind old friends ask when nobody else is listening."
Padma shook her head, embarrassed.
Padma: "Mohan is very loving."
Savithri: "Romantic?"
Padma smiled.
Padma: "Sometimes."
Savithri raised an eyebrow.
Savithri: "Sometimes?"
Padma laughed and pushed her shoulder.
Padma: "Enough. Why are you interrogating me?"
Savithri: "Because you've been married for years, and I've been waiting for the city version of your love story."
Padma went shy but couldn't stop smiling.
Then Savithri's face changed.
Savithri: "Actually, I have something to tell you."
Padma: "What?"
Savithri lowered her voice.
Savithri: "It's about Geeta."
Padma sat up.
Padma: "I knew it. Who was calling her?"
Savithri smiled.
Savithri: "A man."
Padma: "What?"
Savithri: "She's in love with someone from this village. They've been seeing each other secretly for some time."
Padma sat back, genuinely surprised. She thought of Geeta's nervous face when the phone rang, and suddenly everything made sense.
Padma: "Where do they meet?"
Savithri glanced toward the fields.
Savithri: "Sometimes near the old cattle shed. There's a small room where they keep dry fodder and cattle feed. Nobody bothers going inside."
She shrugged.
Savithri: "Sometimes at a little hut farther into the farm too."
Padma smiled in disbelief.
Padma: "I never imagined Geeta was hiding something like this."
Savithri: "You'd be surprised how many people have a secret side."
Padma's smile slowly faded.
She thought about Mohan. Then, despite herself, another name entered her mind.
Rajan.
She pushed it away at once.
Savithri noticed the silence.
Savithri: "What happened?"
Padma looked at her and smiled.
Padma: "Nothing."
But for the first time, she wondered whether she understood her own secret thoughts any better than she understood Geeta's secret life.
Savithri: “You know, Padma, when we were in college, I thought Geeta would be the last person among us to fall in love.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Even I thought so.”
Savithri: “That’s the funny thing about people. You think you know them because you grew up together.”
Padma looked toward the lane where Geeta had disappeared earlier.
Padma: “Do you know who he is?”
Savithri hesitated.
Savithri: “I know him. He’s from here. That’s all I’ll say.”
Padma: “Why are you protecting her so much?”
Savithri: “Because it’s her story. If she wants you to know, she’ll tell you herself.”
Padma nodded.
After a moment, she smiled.
Padma: “You’re right.”
Savithri looked at her carefully.
Savithri: “And you?”
Padma: “What about me?”
Savithri: “You said marriage is good. You said Mohan is loving. But you became quiet when I started talking about secrets.”
Padma’s expression changed slightly.
Padma: “Maybe I’m just thinking.”
Savithri: “About what?”
Padma looked down at her tea.
For a few seconds, she didn’t answer.
Padma: “Sometimes I think marriage doesn’t stop people from having thoughts. It only teaches them which thoughts they should keep to themselves.”
Savithri smiled, but this time she didn’t tease her.
Savithri: “That’s probably true.”
A motorcycle passed slowly along the road outside.
Padma glanced up instinctively.
Then she looked away.
Savithri noticed.
Savithri: “You really are hiding something.”
Padma gave her a small smile.
Padma: “Maybe.”
Savithri leaned back against the pillar.
Savithri: “Then don’t tell me. Not unless you want to.”
Padma looked at her old friend and felt strangely relieved.
For the first time since returning to the village, she felt that she could talk about things without being judged.
Outside, the temple loudspeaker suddenly came alive.
The announcement for the evening jathre preparations echoed through the village.
Savitri : Hey college annual day is there after Jathra..
padma : Ho really ?
Savitri : Yes.. Head master always remembers you.. you should visit college ..
Padma : Yes after Jatra I will meet sir..
After Savithri left,
Her mother was already in the kitchen, preparing for the evening meal.
Padma immediately changed into a simple cotton saree and joined her.
Padma: “Amma, what are you making?”
Mother: “So many people will be coming home during the jathre. I thought I should prepare everything early.”
Padma washed her hands and started helping her mother cut vegetables.
The familiar rhythm of the kitchen made her feel strangely peaceful.
Her mother kept giving her small instructions, just as she had when Padma was a girl.
Mother: “Cut those a little smaller.”
Padma: “Like this?”
Mother: “Yes. You have forgotten everything after going to Bangalore.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “I haven’t forgotten. You just think I’m still a child.”
Her mother smiled.
For the next few hours, they cooked together—vegetable curry, sambar, rice, chutney and several snacks that would be kept ready for the festival days.
Her brother occasionally came into the kitchen, tasted something without permission and disappeared before their mother could scold him.
By evening, the house was filled with the smell of freshly prepared food.
Padma sat with her parents for dinner, enjoying the simple meal more than she expected.
Later, she changed into a beautiful but traditional saree.
She kept her jewellery simple, wore her mangalsutra, small earrings and a bindi, and tied her hair neatly.
Her mother looked at her before they left.
Mother: “You look just like you did before you went to the city.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Is that good or bad?”
Mother: “Very good.”
They walked toward the temple together.
The entire village looked different at night.
Rows of lights illuminated the streets. The temple was brightly decorated, and the sound of drums and devotional songs filled the air. Children moved excitedly between the stalls while families gathered near the temple entrance.
Padma walked between her mother and father, occasionally stopping to greet people she knew.
Savithri joined them near the temple.
Savithri: “Finally! I thought you weren’t coming.”
Padma: “Amma wouldn’t let me leave until everything in the kitchen was finished.”
Her mother smiled.
They entered the temple together.
For a while, Padma simply stood quietly before the deity.
The noise outside seemed distant.
She closed her eyes.
For the first time since returning to the village, she felt completely disconnected from Bangalore, work, the apartment, and everything that had occupied her mind.
She opened her eyes and looked around.
The temple courtyard was crowded.
Old friends.
Neighbours.
Relatives.
People from her childhood.
And somewhere among them were faces she had not seen for years.
Padma smiled softly.
Tonight, she didn’t want to think about anything complicated.
She was simply Padma again—the girl who had grown up in this village, standing beside her parents during the annual jathre.
After spending sometime in Jathre roaming around eating eateries in Jathra .. and taking selfies pics returned home with parents ..
The village streets were still lively. The smell of food from different houses mixed with the sounds of music and people talking about the jathre.
As soon as they entered the house, Padma’s mother brought out the food she had prepared earlier.
The dining area quickly filled with plates and bowls.
There was hot rice, sambar, vegetable curry, homemade chutney, crispy papad, sweets like typical anndhra sweets : kajjikayulu, Nethi ariselu,and several traditional festival snacks.
Padma sat beside her mother.
Mother: “Eat properly. You’ve become too thin after going to Bangalore.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Amma, I eat properly every day.”
Mother: “I don’t believe you.”
Her brother immediately reached for another piece of the festival snack.
Mother: “Hey! Leave some for everyone.”
Everyone laughed.
Padma took a bite and closed her eyes for a moment.
Padma: “This tastes exactly like it used to.”
Her mother smiled proudly.
Mother: “Because I made it.”
Padma: “I know.”
The conversation continued around the meal—memories from childhood, stories about relatives, preparations for the next day’s celebrations and funny incidents from the village.
Padma ate slowly, enjoying the food and the warmth of having her entire family around her.
After dinner, they sat outside on the verandah.
The night air was cool.
From the temple, the distant sound of drums could still be heard.
Padma leaned back against the pillar and looked at the familiar street.
After that Mohan called her they talked around 15 minutes.
After that, Padma, her father, mother, and brother went to bed for the night.
The next morning, after breakfast, Padma went to the village college.
She met the Headmaster and several teachers in the staff room. They welcomed her warmly and asked about her life in Bangalore.
Soon, the conversation turned toward the college and the preparations for the upcoming jathre function.
Headmaster: “Padma, we are happy that you’ve come back to the village. Since you have experience working with children, perhaps you could spend some time with us.”
Padma smiled and looked around the familiar room.
Padma: “I’d love to lend a hand, sir. It’s actually nice to be back here after so many years. I used to be a student in this very college.”
One of the teachers smiled.
Teacher: “Exactly. That’s why we thought you would be the right person to involve with the students.”
The teacher explained that the children were preparing dances, songs, skits and other cultural activities for the jathre.
Teacher: “We need someone to coordinate the children and help them prepare for the programme.”
Padma’s face brightened.
Padma: “I’m in, sir. Count me for the jathre festivities. I’ve always enjoyed working with children. Tell me what needs to be done, and I’ll start.”
The Headmaster smiled.
Headmaster: “That’s what we wanted to hear.”
Another teacher added,
Teacher: “And perhaps you could also anchor a few programmes on the day of the function.”
Padma laughed softly.
Padma: “Anchor too? You’re giving me more responsibility already.”
Everyone laughed.
Padma: “But yes, I’d be happy to do it. It will be wonderful to see the children perform. And honestly, it feels special to be back on the same college grounds where I once stood on stage myself.”
The teachers looked pleased.
Headmaster: “Then it’s settled. From today, you’re part of the preparations.”
Padma nodded enthusiastically.
Padma: “I’m looking forward to it, sir. Let’s make sure the children have a wonderful function.”
She left the staff room with a smile.
For the first time since returning to the village, Padma felt that she wasn’t merely visiting her childhood home.
She was becoming part of the village again.
She went to home ,
It was well past midnight when Padma woke up needing to use the bathroom. The urgency brought her out of bed, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, she found herself wide awake.
She stepped out onto the verandah. The cool night air enveloped her like a refreshing blanket. The village was completely hushed, sleeping peacefully beneath the starry sky.
As she stood there, enjoying the silence, she noticed a lone figure walking down the narrow lane.
The man moved quietly, occasionally glancing around before turning toward the neighbouring cattle shed.
Padma watched with mild curiosity.
He entered the cattle shed, crossed the open area and disappeared into the small room at the back—the very room Savithri had mentioned earlier that afternoon.
Padma’s curiosity grew.
She quietly moved behind the wall, careful not to be noticed.
A few minutes later, another figure appeared from the opposite side of the lane.
Padma immediately recognized her.
Geeta.
Geeta looked around before entering the cattle shed and disappearing into the same small room.
Padma’s eyes widened.
Savithri’s words suddenly came back to her.
Sometimes they meet at the old cattle shed.
Padma remained hidden.
The wooden door was slightly ajar, and a faint light spilled through the gap. From where she stood, she couldn’t see clearly inside.
Then she heard quiet voices.
A brief silence followed.
Then the soft sound of a kiss.
Padma froze.
She immediately looked away, suddenly feeling as though she had accidentally stepped into something deeply private.
A moment later, she glanced back.
Still, she couldn’t see anything clearly—only vague shadows moving behind the partially open door.
The dry fodder rustled softly whenever someone moved.
Padma’s heart began beating faster.
Padma going even closer to wall and trying to see through broken wooden window, both were hugging he kissing her and smooching… Geeta’s broken breathing and the guy telling her to turn around and she did and guy is lifting her saree from behind she is not wearing underwear so came prepared , here slowly Padmas breathing got heavy and guy started to press her boobs by bending bare thigh catching the light then he removed his pants under wear down he slowly started inserting from behind… padma got fully hot that she remembered her Trial room imagination Rajan .. Padma in mind : shi … why he .. why not Mohan ?..
Mohan and me did this angle..
inside ,
Inside, the woman made a small sound—half laugh, half plea—and the man answered by pulling her back onto him. The rail knocked once. Fodder shifted under their feet.
Padma’s fingers tightened on the doorframe.
Padma watched the woman’s back arch and thought, without wanting to, of Rajan’s hand on her waist in the mirror she had invented, and of Mohan’s hand on the same place when the jeans were still halfway down her thighs.
Her mouth had gone dry. Her nipple tightened against the blouse. She slipped one hand down, over her own stomach, and stopped at the waistband, not quite inside, just holding herself there while she watched the two shadows find a rhythm.
A foot scbangd. The woman turned her face, and for a second Padma thought she might be seen. She drew back against the wall, heart knocking, still hot, still listening to the soft, wet cadence on the other side of the wood.
She didn’t leave.
She stayed in the dark with her hand flat on her lower belly and let the sounds do what the pictures had done—tempt her, and keep her exactly where she was.
Padma looked again, and this time she let herself see the man.
He was built thick through the back and shoulders, not tall, the kind of body that came from lifting sacks and not from a gym. His shirt was open and stuck to him. His lungi had been shoved up and knotted at his waist, so when he drew back she saw all of him: heavy thighs, a working man’s ass, round and clenched, the muscles in it tightening every time he drove into Geeta. Sweat shone in the hollow of his lower back. A dark line of hair ran down into the crack. When he thrust, that ass flexed hard, cheeks locking, then eased, then locked again.
Padma watching his body his strong thighs and his sweat and his ass crack .. which never observed in Mohan..
He wasn’t gentle now. He pulled her back onto him and his hips slapped her ass—flat, wet, rhythmic. Each stroke made her flesh jump. Padma could see his cock where it sank in, thick, shining, and then his ass clenching as he buried it.
Geeta moaned and pushed her bum higher. He slapped it once, not cruel, a sharp clap that left a print, and fucked her harder. His own ass drove the whole movement: tight, powerful, the cheeks parting slightly when he pulled back and slamming shut when he bottomed out. Padma stared at that more than at Geeta. The strength in it. The way a man’s ass looked when he was using it to fuck.
Padma’s hand had already gone under the salwar. Now she let it work.
She glanced once down the path, once toward the houses, once back at the dark corner of the shed wall. No one. A dog far off. The fields empty. Only then did she set her feet wider in the dirt and slip her fingers properly between her legs.
She didn’t push in. She circled. Two fingers, slow, around the outside of her pussy, tracing the wet lips, avoiding the clit at first because she was already too far and she knew it. The cotton of her panty was dragged aside. Each circle gathered more slick. Her mouth stayed shut. Her eyes kept splitting—one moment on the gap in the door, the next flicking over her shoulder to be sure the path was still dead. Padma fingering and watching that made her wet fingers on door frame..
Padma remained near the wall, unsure whether she should leave or stay.
From inside the small room, she heard Geeta’s voice.
Geeta: “That’s enough, Mahesh.”
There was a brief pause.
Mahesh: “Okay. Just two more minutes.”
Padma immediately recognized his voice.
Mahesh.
Her old classmate.
He had been close to Padma, Geeta and Savithri during their college days. They had spent countless afternoons together, sharing jokes, studying and talking about their futures.
Padma couldn’t believe that the same Mahesh was now secretly meeting Geeta here.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable about remaining there.
I shouldn’t be watching this.
She quietly stepped away from the cattle shed and started walking home.
Behind her, the voices inside gradually became quieter.
Her footsteps become evident Mahesh watched from the window an woman walking towards neighbours cattle shed and neighbour house…
Mohan : A lady went in padma’s house ?
Geeta : Then that must be padma . Did she saw us ? No we were inside ..
Mohan : wait …
Then Mohan comes out and Mahesh: “Someone was standing there. Flowers.
Geeta : Then it’s Padma!!!
Geeta touching doorframe some mucus touched her hand .. then she felt some cow shed dirt or something insect secretion but she smells it .. that smelled musky .. salty .. metallic ..!!! She got doubt what it must be off ??
We should go plz go…
Both disappeared
Inside padma’s room
Padma lay down and did not sleep.
The house was quiet. Mohan was not in this room tonight. The ceiling held nothing, so her mind put the shed there instead. Geeta bent over the rail. Mahesh behind her. That ass—thick, working, cheeks locking every time he drove in, easing when he drew back, the sweat in the hollow of his spine. She saw it clearer with her eyes shut than she had through the gap in the door.Her fingers found her pussy already wet from the remembering. She rounded it the way she had against the shed wall. Slow circles. Around the lips. Up over the clit. pressed her boobs. Not a caress. A hold. She squeezed one, then the other, thumb passing over the nipple until it stiffened, then pressed them together and kept her fingers moving between her legs. Mahesh’s ass flexed in her head. She matched it. Circle. Press. Circle.
Her breath shortened. She checked nothing this time. No path. No door. Only the dark of her own room and the picture she was not supposed to have.
She rubbed tighter. Her hips lifted off the bed. She pinched a nipple and kept two fingers rounding her clit, slick and steady,
Her picturing changed. Geeta was gone from the rail. Padma was the one bent over it, she fantasising herself salwar rucked to her waist, feet slipping in the fodder, her bare ass tipped up in the dim light. She didn’t give the man a face at first. Only a body. Thick through the back. Lungi knotted. That ass she had already memorised, clenched and driving.
He stepped in behind her and put himself at her pussy. One hand spread her bum. The other held her hip. He pushed in, and in the fantasy she was wet enough that he sank to the root on the first stroke.
She held the rail the way Geeta had. He drew back—she felt the drag—and his ass locked when he fucked back into her. Slap. The sound of his hips on her ass filled the shed. He told her to stay like that. Don’t drop it. She pushed her bum higher and took him.
She circled while the man in her head used her from behind. Sometimes he was no one. Sometimes the ass was Mahesh’s and she let it be, because it was only a dark room and a dream she would not repeat. He slapped her ass once. She moaned into the pillow. He folded over her back, short deep strokes, cheeks flexing, and she pressed her own fingers harder, rounding her clit, pretending the hand on her hip was his.
In the fantasy she didn’t say enough. She let him finish. He buried himself, ass tight against her, and she came on her fingers with her face in the mattress, still bent over a rail that wasn’t there.
She didn’t remember Rajan or Mohan she was thinking like as a medium tall heavy built a bulky thigh and round tight ass guy ramming her bent over rail like a cow in the cow shed.. after that padma came and she goes to deep sleep
She looked at the screen and stepped aside at once.
Geeta: "Hello?"
She listened for a few seconds, and her expression changed.
Geeta: "No… I can't talk now."
She ended the call quickly. Padma noticed.
Padma: "Who was that?"
Geeta slipped the phone into her blouse bag.
Geeta: "Nobody. Just some work."
Savithri gave her a knowing look but said nothing.
A little later, Geeta suddenly remembered something.
Geeta: "Actually, I need to go home. Amma asked me to bring something."
Padma: "Already? Come home with us first."
Geeta: "I'll come later. I promise."
She hurried off before Padma could ask anything else.
Padma watched her disappear down the lane.
Padma: "She's definitely hiding something."
Savithri laughed.
Savithri: "Now you're curious?"
Padma: "Of course I am."
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They went back to Padma's house and sat on the verandah. Her mother had left a plate of murukku between them.
Savithri leaned toward her with a mischievous smile.
Savithri: "Since we're talking about secrets… tell me something."
Padma: "What?"
Savithri: "How is married life?"
Padma understood the direction at once.
Padma: "It's good."
Savithri: "Just good?"
Padma laughed.
Padma: "What kind of question is that?"
Savithri: "The kind old friends ask when nobody else is listening."
Padma shook her head, embarrassed.
Padma: "Mohan is very loving."
Savithri: "Romantic?"
Padma smiled.
Padma: "Sometimes."
Savithri raised an eyebrow.
Savithri: "Sometimes?"
Padma laughed and pushed her shoulder.
Padma: "Enough. Why are you interrogating me?"
Savithri: "Because you've been married for years, and I've been waiting for the city version of your love story."
Padma went shy but couldn't stop smiling.
Then Savithri's face changed.
Savithri: "Actually, I have something to tell you."
Padma: "What?"
Savithri lowered her voice.
Savithri: "It's about Geeta."
Padma sat up.
Padma: "I knew it. Who was calling her?"
Savithri smiled.
Savithri: "A man."
Padma: "What?"
Savithri: "She's in love with someone from this village. They've been seeing each other secretly for some time."
Padma sat back, genuinely surprised. She thought of Geeta's nervous face when the phone rang, and suddenly everything made sense.
Padma: "Where do they meet?"
Savithri glanced toward the fields.
Savithri: "Sometimes near the old cattle shed. There's a small room where they keep dry fodder and cattle feed. Nobody bothers going inside."
She shrugged.
Savithri: "Sometimes at a little hut farther into the farm too."
Padma smiled in disbelief.
Padma: "I never imagined Geeta was hiding something like this."
Savithri: "You'd be surprised how many people have a secret side."
Padma's smile slowly faded.
She thought about Mohan. Then, despite herself, another name entered her mind.
Rajan.
She pushed it away at once.
Savithri noticed the silence.
Savithri: "What happened?"
Padma looked at her and smiled.
Padma: "Nothing."
But for the first time, she wondered whether she understood her own secret thoughts any better than she understood Geeta's secret life.
Savithri: “You know, Padma, when we were in college, I thought Geeta would be the last person among us to fall in love.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Even I thought so.”
Savithri: “That’s the funny thing about people. You think you know them because you grew up together.”
Padma looked toward the lane where Geeta had disappeared earlier.
Padma: “Do you know who he is?”
Savithri hesitated.
Savithri: “I know him. He’s from here. That’s all I’ll say.”
Padma: “Why are you protecting her so much?”
Savithri: “Because it’s her story. If she wants you to know, she’ll tell you herself.”
Padma nodded.
After a moment, she smiled.
Padma: “You’re right.”
Savithri looked at her carefully.
Savithri: “And you?”
Padma: “What about me?”
Savithri: “You said marriage is good. You said Mohan is loving. But you became quiet when I started talking about secrets.”
Padma’s expression changed slightly.
Padma: “Maybe I’m just thinking.”
Savithri: “About what?”
Padma looked down at her tea.
For a few seconds, she didn’t answer.
Padma: “Sometimes I think marriage doesn’t stop people from having thoughts. It only teaches them which thoughts they should keep to themselves.”
Savithri smiled, but this time she didn’t tease her.
Savithri: “That’s probably true.”
A motorcycle passed slowly along the road outside.
Padma glanced up instinctively.
Then she looked away.
Savithri noticed.
Savithri: “You really are hiding something.”
Padma gave her a small smile.
Padma: “Maybe.”
Savithri leaned back against the pillar.
Savithri: “Then don’t tell me. Not unless you want to.”
Padma looked at her old friend and felt strangely relieved.
For the first time since returning to the village, she felt that she could talk about things without being judged.
Outside, the temple loudspeaker suddenly came alive.
The announcement for the evening jathre preparations echoed through the village.
Savitri : Hey college annual day is there after Jathra..
padma : Ho really ?
Savitri : Yes.. Head master always remembers you.. you should visit college ..
Padma : Yes after Jatra I will meet sir..
After Savithri left,
Her mother was already in the kitchen, preparing for the evening meal.
Padma immediately changed into a simple cotton saree and joined her.
Padma: “Amma, what are you making?”
Mother: “So many people will be coming home during the jathre. I thought I should prepare everything early.”
Padma washed her hands and started helping her mother cut vegetables.
The familiar rhythm of the kitchen made her feel strangely peaceful.
Her mother kept giving her small instructions, just as she had when Padma was a girl.
Mother: “Cut those a little smaller.”
Padma: “Like this?”
Mother: “Yes. You have forgotten everything after going to Bangalore.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “I haven’t forgotten. You just think I’m still a child.”
Her mother smiled.
For the next few hours, they cooked together—vegetable curry, sambar, rice, chutney and several snacks that would be kept ready for the festival days.
Her brother occasionally came into the kitchen, tasted something without permission and disappeared before their mother could scold him.
By evening, the house was filled with the smell of freshly prepared food.
Padma sat with her parents for dinner, enjoying the simple meal more than she expected.
Later, she changed into a beautiful but traditional saree.
She kept her jewellery simple, wore her mangalsutra, small earrings and a bindi, and tied her hair neatly.
Her mother looked at her before they left.
Mother: “You look just like you did before you went to the city.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Is that good or bad?”
Mother: “Very good.”
They walked toward the temple together.
The entire village looked different at night.
Rows of lights illuminated the streets. The temple was brightly decorated, and the sound of drums and devotional songs filled the air. Children moved excitedly between the stalls while families gathered near the temple entrance.
Padma walked between her mother and father, occasionally stopping to greet people she knew.
Savithri joined them near the temple.
Savithri: “Finally! I thought you weren’t coming.”
Padma: “Amma wouldn’t let me leave until everything in the kitchen was finished.”
Her mother smiled.
They entered the temple together.
For a while, Padma simply stood quietly before the deity.
The noise outside seemed distant.
She closed her eyes.
For the first time since returning to the village, she felt completely disconnected from Bangalore, work, the apartment, and everything that had occupied her mind.
She opened her eyes and looked around.
The temple courtyard was crowded.
Old friends.
Neighbours.
Relatives.
People from her childhood.
And somewhere among them were faces she had not seen for years.
Padma smiled softly.
Tonight, she didn’t want to think about anything complicated.
She was simply Padma again—the girl who had grown up in this village, standing beside her parents during the annual jathre.
After spending sometime in Jathre roaming around eating eateries in Jathra .. and taking selfies pics returned home with parents ..
The village streets were still lively. The smell of food from different houses mixed with the sounds of music and people talking about the jathre.
As soon as they entered the house, Padma’s mother brought out the food she had prepared earlier.
The dining area quickly filled with plates and bowls.
There was hot rice, sambar, vegetable curry, homemade chutney, crispy papad, sweets like typical anndhra sweets : kajjikayulu, Nethi ariselu,and several traditional festival snacks.
Padma sat beside her mother.
Mother: “Eat properly. You’ve become too thin after going to Bangalore.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Amma, I eat properly every day.”
Mother: “I don’t believe you.”
Her brother immediately reached for another piece of the festival snack.
Mother: “Hey! Leave some for everyone.”
Everyone laughed.
Padma took a bite and closed her eyes for a moment.
Padma: “This tastes exactly like it used to.”
Her mother smiled proudly.
Mother: “Because I made it.”
Padma: “I know.”
The conversation continued around the meal—memories from childhood, stories about relatives, preparations for the next day’s celebrations and funny incidents from the village.
Padma ate slowly, enjoying the food and the warmth of having her entire family around her.
After dinner, they sat outside on the verandah.
The night air was cool.
From the temple, the distant sound of drums could still be heard.
Padma leaned back against the pillar and looked at the familiar street.
After that Mohan called her they talked around 15 minutes.
After that, Padma, her father, mother, and brother went to bed for the night.
The next morning, after breakfast, Padma went to the village college.
She met the Headmaster and several teachers in the staff room. They welcomed her warmly and asked about her life in Bangalore.
Soon, the conversation turned toward the college and the preparations for the upcoming jathre function.
Headmaster: “Padma, we are happy that you’ve come back to the village. Since you have experience working with children, perhaps you could spend some time with us.”
Padma smiled and looked around the familiar room.
Padma: “I’d love to lend a hand, sir. It’s actually nice to be back here after so many years. I used to be a student in this very college.”
One of the teachers smiled.
Teacher: “Exactly. That’s why we thought you would be the right person to involve with the students.”
The teacher explained that the children were preparing dances, songs, skits and other cultural activities for the jathre.
Teacher: “We need someone to coordinate the children and help them prepare for the programme.”
Padma’s face brightened.
Padma: “I’m in, sir. Count me for the jathre festivities. I’ve always enjoyed working with children. Tell me what needs to be done, and I’ll start.”
The Headmaster smiled.
Headmaster: “That’s what we wanted to hear.”
Another teacher added,
Teacher: “And perhaps you could also anchor a few programmes on the day of the function.”
Padma laughed softly.
Padma: “Anchor too? You’re giving me more responsibility already.”
Everyone laughed.
Padma: “But yes, I’d be happy to do it. It will be wonderful to see the children perform. And honestly, it feels special to be back on the same college grounds where I once stood on stage myself.”
The teachers looked pleased.
Headmaster: “Then it’s settled. From today, you’re part of the preparations.”
Padma nodded enthusiastically.
Padma: “I’m looking forward to it, sir. Let’s make sure the children have a wonderful function.”
She left the staff room with a smile.
For the first time since returning to the village, Padma felt that she wasn’t merely visiting her childhood home.
She was becoming part of the village again.
She went to home ,
It was well past midnight when Padma woke up needing to use the bathroom. The urgency brought her out of bed, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, she found herself wide awake.
She stepped out onto the verandah. The cool night air enveloped her like a refreshing blanket. The village was completely hushed, sleeping peacefully beneath the starry sky.
As she stood there, enjoying the silence, she noticed a lone figure walking down the narrow lane.
The man moved quietly, occasionally glancing around before turning toward the neighbouring cattle shed.
Padma watched with mild curiosity.
He entered the cattle shed, crossed the open area and disappeared into the small room at the back—the very room Savithri had mentioned earlier that afternoon.
Padma’s curiosity grew.
She quietly moved behind the wall, careful not to be noticed.
A few minutes later, another figure appeared from the opposite side of the lane.
Padma immediately recognized her.
Geeta.
Geeta looked around before entering the cattle shed and disappearing into the same small room.
Padma’s eyes widened.
Savithri’s words suddenly came back to her.
Sometimes they meet at the old cattle shed.
Padma remained hidden.
The wooden door was slightly ajar, and a faint light spilled through the gap. From where she stood, she couldn’t see clearly inside.
Then she heard quiet voices.
A brief silence followed.
Then the soft sound of a kiss.
Padma froze.
She immediately looked away, suddenly feeling as though she had accidentally stepped into something deeply private.
A moment later, she glanced back.
Still, she couldn’t see anything clearly—only vague shadows moving behind the partially open door.
The dry fodder rustled softly whenever someone moved.
Padma’s heart began beating faster.
Padma going even closer to wall and trying to see through broken wooden window, both were hugging he kissing her and smooching… Geeta’s broken breathing and the guy telling her to turn around and she did and guy is lifting her saree from behind she is not wearing underwear so came prepared , here slowly Padmas breathing got heavy and guy started to press her boobs by bending bare thigh catching the light then he removed his pants under wear down he slowly started inserting from behind… padma got fully hot that she remembered her Trial room imagination Rajan .. Padma in mind : shi … why he .. why not Mohan ?..
Mohan and me did this angle..
inside ,
Inside, the woman made a small sound—half laugh, half plea—and the man answered by pulling her back onto him. The rail knocked once. Fodder shifted under their feet.
Padma’s fingers tightened on the doorframe.
Padma watched the woman’s back arch and thought, without wanting to, of Rajan’s hand on her waist in the mirror she had invented, and of Mohan’s hand on the same place when the jeans were still halfway down her thighs.
Her mouth had gone dry. Her nipple tightened against the blouse. She slipped one hand down, over her own stomach, and stopped at the waistband, not quite inside, just holding herself there while she watched the two shadows find a rhythm.
A foot scbangd. The woman turned her face, and for a second Padma thought she might be seen. She drew back against the wall, heart knocking, still hot, still listening to the soft, wet cadence on the other side of the wood.
She didn’t leave.
She stayed in the dark with her hand flat on her lower belly and let the sounds do what the pictures had done—tempt her, and keep her exactly where she was.
Padma looked again, and this time she let herself see the man.
He was built thick through the back and shoulders, not tall, the kind of body that came from lifting sacks and not from a gym. His shirt was open and stuck to him. His lungi had been shoved up and knotted at his waist, so when he drew back she saw all of him: heavy thighs, a working man’s ass, round and clenched, the muscles in it tightening every time he drove into Geeta. Sweat shone in the hollow of his lower back. A dark line of hair ran down into the crack. When he thrust, that ass flexed hard, cheeks locking, then eased, then locked again.
Padma watching his body his strong thighs and his sweat and his ass crack .. which never observed in Mohan..
He wasn’t gentle now. He pulled her back onto him and his hips slapped her ass—flat, wet, rhythmic. Each stroke made her flesh jump. Padma could see his cock where it sank in, thick, shining, and then his ass clenching as he buried it.
Geeta moaned and pushed her bum higher. He slapped it once, not cruel, a sharp clap that left a print, and fucked her harder. His own ass drove the whole movement: tight, powerful, the cheeks parting slightly when he pulled back and slamming shut when he bottomed out. Padma stared at that more than at Geeta. The strength in it. The way a man’s ass looked when he was using it to fuck.
Padma’s hand had already gone under the salwar. Now she let it work.
She glanced once down the path, once toward the houses, once back at the dark corner of the shed wall. No one. A dog far off. The fields empty. Only then did she set her feet wider in the dirt and slip her fingers properly between her legs.
She didn’t push in. She circled. Two fingers, slow, around the outside of her pussy, tracing the wet lips, avoiding the clit at first because she was already too far and she knew it. The cotton of her panty was dragged aside. Each circle gathered more slick. Her mouth stayed shut. Her eyes kept splitting—one moment on the gap in the door, the next flicking over her shoulder to be sure the path was still dead. Padma fingering and watching that made her wet fingers on door frame..
Padma remained near the wall, unsure whether she should leave or stay.
From inside the small room, she heard Geeta’s voice.
Geeta: “That’s enough, Mahesh.”
There was a brief pause.
Mahesh: “Okay. Just two more minutes.”
Padma immediately recognized his voice.
Mahesh.
Her old classmate.
He had been close to Padma, Geeta and Savithri during their college days. They had spent countless afternoons together, sharing jokes, studying and talking about their futures.
Padma couldn’t believe that the same Mahesh was now secretly meeting Geeta here.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable about remaining there.
I shouldn’t be watching this.
She quietly stepped away from the cattle shed and started walking home.
Behind her, the voices inside gradually became quieter.
Her footsteps become evident Mahesh watched from the window an woman walking towards neighbours cattle shed and neighbour house…
Mohan : A lady went in padma’s house ?
Geeta : Then that must be padma . Did she saw us ? No we were inside ..
Mohan : wait …
Then Mohan comes out and Mahesh: “Someone was standing there. Flowers.
Geeta : Then it’s Padma!!!
Geeta touching doorframe some mucus touched her hand .. then she felt some cow shed dirt or something insect secretion but she smells it .. that smelled musky .. salty .. metallic ..!!! She got doubt what it must be off ??
We should go plz go…
Both disappeared
Inside padma’s room
Padma lay down and did not sleep.
The house was quiet. Mohan was not in this room tonight. The ceiling held nothing, so her mind put the shed there instead. Geeta bent over the rail. Mahesh behind her. That ass—thick, working, cheeks locking every time he drove in, easing when he drew back, the sweat in the hollow of his spine. She saw it clearer with her eyes shut than she had through the gap in the door.Her fingers found her pussy already wet from the remembering. She rounded it the way she had against the shed wall. Slow circles. Around the lips. Up over the clit. pressed her boobs. Not a caress. A hold. She squeezed one, then the other, thumb passing over the nipple until it stiffened, then pressed them together and kept her fingers moving between her legs. Mahesh’s ass flexed in her head. She matched it. Circle. Press. Circle.
Her breath shortened. She checked nothing this time. No path. No door. Only the dark of her own room and the picture she was not supposed to have.
She rubbed tighter. Her hips lifted off the bed. She pinched a nipple and kept two fingers rounding her clit, slick and steady,
Her picturing changed. Geeta was gone from the rail. Padma was the one bent over it, she fantasising herself salwar rucked to her waist, feet slipping in the fodder, her bare ass tipped up in the dim light. She didn’t give the man a face at first. Only a body. Thick through the back. Lungi knotted. That ass she had already memorised, clenched and driving.
He stepped in behind her and put himself at her pussy. One hand spread her bum. The other held her hip. He pushed in, and in the fantasy she was wet enough that he sank to the root on the first stroke.
She held the rail the way Geeta had. He drew back—she felt the drag—and his ass locked when he fucked back into her. Slap. The sound of his hips on her ass filled the shed. He told her to stay like that. Don’t drop it. She pushed her bum higher and took him.
She circled while the man in her head used her from behind. Sometimes he was no one. Sometimes the ass was Mahesh’s and she let it be, because it was only a dark room and a dream she would not repeat. He slapped her ass once. She moaned into the pillow. He folded over her back, short deep strokes, cheeks flexing, and she pressed her own fingers harder, rounding her clit, pretending the hand on her hip was his.
In the fantasy she didn’t say enough. She let him finish. He buried himself, ass tight against her, and she came on her fingers with her face in the mattress, still bent over a rail that wasn’t there.
She didn’t remember Rajan or Mohan she was thinking like as a medium tall heavy built a bulky thigh and round tight ass guy ramming her bent over rail like a cow in the cow shed.. after that padma came and she goes to deep sleep
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