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The next morning, Padma woke earlier than usual.
She had slept, but not deeply. The previous night’s unexpected discovery kept returning to her thoughts in fragments.
After breakfast, she stepped outside and met Geeta and Savithri near the lane.
Savithri looked at Padma for a moment and smiled mischievously.
Savithri: “Padma… what happened to you? You look like you hardly slept.”
Padma laughed lightly, trying to sound casual.
Padma: “I didn’t sleep properly. Maybe I’m still getting used to sleeping in the village again.”
Savithri: “Oh, really? Yesterday you were perfectly fine.”
Padma: “Are you going to investigate my sleep now?”
Savithri laughed.
Savithri: “I’m just asking.”
Geeta had been quiet.
She suddenly looked at Padma.
Their eyes met.
For a second, neither moved.
Then Geeta looked away.
Padma noticed the nervousness in her expression.
Padma: “Geeta, are you okay?”
Geeta immediately smiled.
Geeta: “Of course. Why?”
Padma: “Nothing. You just seem quiet.”
Geeta: “I didn’t sleep well either.”
Savithri laughed.
Savithri: “What’s wrong with both of you? Did the whole village forget how to sleep?”
Padma smiled, but her eyes remained on Geeta.
There was something different about her.
Padma wondered whether Geeta knew she had been there the previous night.
She almost asked.
But something stopped her.
Instead, she changed the subject.
Padma: “Anyway, I have to go to the college today.”
Savithri: “The programme preparations?”
Padma: “Yes. The Headmaster asked me to help.”
Geeta smiled.
Geeta: “You’ll enjoy it. You always loved working with children.”
Padma: “I hope so.”
Another brief silence followed.
Padma smiled politely.
Padma: “I’ll see you both later.”
She walked toward the college.
Behind her, Geeta watched her leave.
Savithri turned toward Geeta.
Savithri: “Why were you looking at her like that?”
Geeta quickly shook her head.
Geeta: “Nothing.”
Savithri smiled.
Savithri: “Hmm. Definitely something.”
Geeta said nothing.
The college Programme Preparations
By the time Padma reached the college, the entire campus was buzzing with activity.
Children were rehearsing dances in the courtyard. A group was practicing a skit near the stage, while teachers moved around carrying decorations, chairs and microphones.
The Headmaster spotted Padma.
Headmaster: “Good morning, Padma! There you are.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Good morning, sir. Tell me what needs to be done.”
Headmaster: “That’s exactly the attitude we need.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Don’t praise me yet, sir. Give me the work first.”
The teachers laughed.
One teacher approached with a worried expression.
Teacher: “We have three groups rehearsing at the same time, two children who keep forgetting their dialogues, and the dance team hasn’t decided their final formation.”
Padma looked at the stage and smiled.
Padma: “So basically, everything is perfectly under control.”
Everyone laughed.
Padma: “Don’t worry. We’ll sort it out one by one.”
She immediately joined the children.
One little girl stood nervously near the stage, holding her costume tightly.
Padma noticed.
Padma: “What’s wrong?”
Girl: “I’m scared. What if I forget everything?”
Padma crouched beside her.
Padma: “Then look at me.”
The girl looked at her.
Padma: “You don’t have to impress everyone. Just enjoy what you’ve practiced. If you forget one line, I’ll help you.”
Girl: “Really?”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Really. Now, shall we try it once more?”
The girl nodded.
Padma stood beside her and encouraged the children through the rehearsal.
After several attempts, the little girl finally completed her part without making a mistake.
She ran toward Padma excitedly.
Girl: “I did it!”
Padma laughed and hugged her briefly.
Padma: “See? I told you.”
The Headmaster watched from a distance.
Headmaster: “You’ve settled back in very quickly.”
Padma looked around the familiar college grounds.
Padma: “It feels strange, sir.”
Headmaster: “Strange?”
Padma smiled thoughtfully.
Padma: “I left this place years ago thinking I’d never come back like this. Now I’m standing here again, helping the same kind of children I once was.”
The Headmaster smiled.
Headmaster: “Some places wait for you.”
Padma looked toward the old stage.
Padma: “Maybe they do.”
For a moment, she became lost in her memories.
Then a child called her from the stage.
Child: “Padma akka!”
Padma immediately smiled.
Padma: “Coming!”
She walked back toward the children, her mood becoming lighter.
The next morning, the village college was completely transformed.
Colourful decorations covered the entrance, fresh flowers were arranged around the stage, and rows of chairs had been placed neatly in the courtyard. Children in bright costumes moved excitedly between the classrooms, while teachers hurried around making final arrangements.
Padma arrived at the function wearing a graceful saree that balanced her traditional roots with her modern city style. The saree was in a rich but understated colour, with a thin elegant border and subtle contemporary detailing rather than heavy traditional work. She paired it with a well-fitted designer blouse with modest sleeves and a modern neckline, keeping the overall look sophisticated and appropriate for the college function.
Her mangalsutra remained visible, along with small gold earrings, a delicate watch and a simple bindi. Her long dark hair was neatly styled, with a few natural strands framing her face.
She looked neither completely like the village girl she once was nor overly dressed like a Bangalore socialite.
As soon as she entered the campus, one of the teachers called out to her.
Teacher: “Padma! We were waiting for you.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “I’m here. Tell me what is left.”
Teacher: “Everything!”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Then let’s start.”
She moved from one group of children to another, checking costumes, helping them remember their sequence and calming those who were nervous.
She moved backstage, checking the final arrangements.
The Headmaster approached her.
Headmaster: “Padma, the chief guests have started arriving.”
Padma: “I’ll welcome them and announce their names when they come on stage.”
The Headmaster handed her the guest list.
Padma quickly looked through it.
Headmaster: “Padma, we’re ready for the welcome ceremony.”
Padma along with you our teachers will be there to anchor.. They also will coordinate..
Padma nodded and walked toward the stage.
The opening programme began.
After the prayer and welcome speech, Padma took the microphone.
One by one, the invited guests began arriving on the stage. Padma announced each name as they came forward, maintaining her calm professional smile.
Then she reached the next name on the list.
Padma: “We are also pleased to welcome so and so…
Before she could continue, there was movement near the entrance.
A tall, broad-shouldered man with a dark complexion and a powerful presence entered the college grounds.
Padma’s words stopped.
Her eyes widened.
Rajan.
For a moment, she simply stared.
Why is he coming to the stage?
At almost the same moment, Rajan looked toward the stage.
He stopped.
He hadn’t expected Padma to be standing there.
For a few seconds, they simply looked at each other across the crowded college ground.
The Headmaster noticed Padma’s hesitation and quickly walked toward her.
He leaned close and quietly spoke into her ear.
Headmaster: “His father couldn’t attend. Rajan has come on his behalf. Please welcome him.”
Padma took a small breath and composed herself.
She looked toward Rajan again.
Then she lifted the microphone.
Padma: “Instead of his father, his son, Sri. Mr. Rajan sir , has arrived to represent him this evening. I warmly welcome him to the dais, welcome sir!!’’
The audience applauded.
Rajan slowly walked toward the stage.
Padma watched him approach.
Neither of them had planned to meet tonight.
After the welcome ceremony, the guests took their places on the dais.
One after another, they delivered their speeches about the college, education, village development and the importance of the annual celebrations.
Padma stood slightly to the side of the stage, listening attentively and waiting for her turn to introduce the next programme.
Rajan, however, had stopped paying much attention to the speeches.
When he had first arrived, he had been irritated about being forced to attend.
Now he was glad he had come.
His attention remained fixed on Padma.
Whenever she moved across the stage, his eyes followed her.
Padma noticed.
At first, she tried to ignore it.
She concentrated on the programme sheet in her hand and listened to the speaker beside her.
But eventually, she looked up.
Rajan was already watching her.
Their eyes met.
Padma quickly looked away.
A few minutes later, she glanced toward him again.
He was still looking.
This time, Padma didn’t immediately look away.
There was something different about seeing him here—in front of her parents, teachers, villagers and people from her childhood.
It made the situation feel strangely unreal.
Rajan gave her a faint smile.
Padma’s expression remained composed, but curiosity began to overcome her discomfort.
Why is he looking at me like that?
She looked toward him once more.
Rajan noticed.
For the first time that evening, Padma realized something uncomfortable:
She wasn’t looking at him only because she felt watched.
Part of her genuinely wanted to know what he was thinking.
She lowered her eyes again and turned the page of her programme sheet.
But a few moments later, almost without realizing it, she looked back toward him.
The function continued smoothly into the evening.
Padma’s anchoring had become one of the highlights of the programme. She moved confidently between performances, introducing each group, encouraging the children and keeping the audience engaged.
As the main speeches and formalities came to an end, Padma stepped forward for the vote of thanks.
Padma: “On behalf of the college, I sincerely thank all our guests, teachers, parents and students for making this evening so special…”
Her voice carried clearly across the grounds.
By then, several guests had already left.
Rajan sat at front row watching function.. na Padma her face her eyes her nose her lips .. her figure !!
Program prolonged villagers enjoying function with claps and whistles and many went after their kids performance ..
At 10.30 pm program list was about to complete with 6 performances..
Rajan came back of the stage a class room he standing there ..
A few minutes later, Padma came backstage to check the sequence of the remaining performances.
She noticed Rajan.
Padma: “You’re still here?”
Rajan smiled.
Rajan: “Apparently.”
Padma: “I thought you’d have left by now.”
Rajan: “I thought so too.”
Padma smiled faintly.
Padma: “Your father must be happy you stayed.”
Rajan: “He would be more surprised that I’m actually enjoying myself.”
Padma: “Why? You don’t like functions?”
Rajan: “Usually, no.”
He looked toward the stage.
Rajan: “But tonight is different.”
Padma understood what he meant but pretended not to.
Padma: “The children are performing very well.”
Rajan: “I’m not talking about the children.”
Padma looked at him.
Before she could respond, the Headmaster entered the classroom.
Headmaster: “Padma, everything is almost finished. The teachers can handle the remaining announcements.”
He looked between Padma and Rajan.
Headmaster: “You two seem to know each other well. You can sit here and talk. We’ll take care of the remaining programmes.”
Padma hesitated.
Padma: “No sir.. I will do ..
Head master : No you both talk.. you come to village very rarely.. sir you talk said towards Rajan and HM left..
Padma was not knowing how to react ..!!???
The teachers nearby continued organizing the final performances without giving the two much attention.
Padma sat on one of the chairs, as she was tired and had little leg spasms..
she asked about his family, his father’s health and the village.
Their conversation gradually became easier.
Padma sat on one of the chairs, feeling tired after several hours of anchoring. Her legs were slightly uncomfortable from standing and moving around throughout the evening.
She took a sip of water and relaxed for a moment.
Padma: “How is your family? How is your father?”
Rajan: “He’s doing well. Still the same—busy with everything and still giving everyone instructions.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Some things never change.”
Rajan: “Not with him.”
They continued talking about his family, the village, the changes that had happened over the years and their old college days. The conversation gradually became easier.
After a while, Rajan looked toward the nearby classroom.
Rajan: “Come. Let’s sit inside for a while. It’s quieter there.”
Padma glanced toward the stage.
Padma: “They’re still continuing the programme.”
Rajan: “The teachers are handling it. You look tired. There’s some dry fruits inside too. You should eat something.”
Padma hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Padma: “Okay.”
They walked into the classroom.
A small plate of dry fruits had been kept on a desk for the volunteers and guests. Padma sat down while Rajan pulled another chair nearby.
Rajan: “You looked restless out there.”
Padma smiled tiredly.
Padma: “I’ve been running around since morning.”
Rajan: “I noticed.”
Padma looked at him.
Padma: “You notice too much.”
Rajan smiled.
There was a brief silence.
Then Rajan looked at her more carefully.
Rajan: “Can I say something?”
Padma: “What?”
Rajan: “You look even more beautiful tonight.”
Padma raised an eyebrow, slightly amused.
Padma: “Even more beautiful? Compared to what?”
Rajan smiled.
Rajan: “Compared to Bangalore.”
Padma laughed softly.
Padma: “What does that even mean?”
Rajan: “You look beautiful in Bangalore too. But here…”
He paused, choosing his words.
Rajan: “Here you look more like yourself.”
Padma’s smile slowly faded into a thoughtful expression.
Padma: “More like myself?”
Rajan nodded.
Rajan: “Yes. Maybe it’s the village. Maybe it’s the way you’re dressed. Maybe it’s the way you’re carrying yourself tonight.”
Padma looked down at her saree.
For some reason, the compliment felt different from the ones she usually heard.
She didn’t know whether to dismiss it or simply accept it.
Padma: “You’re still very good at saying things that make people think.”
Padma got up and wanted to go out but wanted to talk to him also ..
Rajan smiled and said : Padma you look beautiful and hot at this cold night…!!
Padma felt the warmth rising to her cheeks.
She looked down for a moment, pretending to adjust the edge of her saree.
Padma: “You still talk like this?”
Rajan smiled.
Rajan: “Only when I mean it.”
Padma glanced at him, and that only made her blush more.
There was something different about the way he was speaking tonight. It wasn’t the confident teasing she had become used to. It sounded quieter, almost sincere.
Rajan: “You know what I think, Padma?”
Padma: “What?”
Rajan: “You spend too much time thinking about what everyone else expects from you.”
Padma didn’t answer.
Rajan took a small step closer, but stopped with enough distance between them.
Rajan: “Forget the world for a moment, Padma.”
She looked at him.
Rajan: “Forget what people will say. Forget Bangalore. Forget this village. Right now, it’s just you and me… in our own little world.”
Padma’s expression changed.
For a second, she wanted to interrupt him.
She should have.
But the words didn’t come.
Instead, she stood there silently, listening.
Rajan: “You don’t always have to be the person everyone expects you to be.”
Padma finally spoke, almost in a whisper.
Padma: “What are you saying, Rajan?”
Rajan: “I’m saying that sometimes you should listen to what you feel.”
Padma immediately looked toward the doorway.
Rajan saying again : “Sometimes I feel like the whole village disappears when I’m talking to you. Like there’s nobody else around… just you and me with cold breeze dark night just a half moon no light… we both close to each other then…
Padma stops him : Padma’s cheeks grew warmer. She looked away, What if someone hears us?”
Rajan : Yes you are right no body should here.. bcz nobody is there in our world !!
Rajan came more closer to Padma .. she was going back he was going towards her..
Padma : What !!??
Rajan : Nobody should hear what we talk !!
Padma : So ??!!
Rajan came to her ear and said Rajan: “Forget the village for a moment, Padma. Forget the people outside. Tonight, in the open field with chilled breeze dark night imagine there is only you and me one Big dark fit dominant male and a beautiful shy female.. together both tempted by the cold breeze and dark night and attracted to each other smelling each other body odour coming closer and closer
Padma looked at him but didn’t answer.
Rajan: “A man who has always been drawn to you… and a woman who is trying very hard to pretend she doesn’t feel anything at all.”
Padma’s eyes lowered.
The words seemed to pull her deeper into her own thoughts.
For a few seconds, the sounds from the function outside became distant. The voices, the music, the movement of people—all seemed strangely far away.
She stood there quietly, almost lost in the moment, her eyes half-closed as the cool breeze touched her face.
Rajan moved only slightly closer, stopping before there was any physical contact.
Padma could sense his presence beside her. The closeness made her suddenly conscious of the warmth of another person in the cold room.
Her thoughts became confused.
For that brief moment, she wasn’t thinking about the village.
Not about the function.
Not about what anyone might say.
And not even about the fact that she was married.
She simply stood there, caught between the quiet darkness, the cold breeze, and the dangerous curiosity she had been trying not to acknowledge.
The lights suddenly went out, leaving the classroom in complete darkness.
From outside came the confused reaction of the villagers—voices, laughter, a few whistles, and people calling out to one another.
Padma immediately became nervous.
Padma: “Hey… the current has gone. We should go outside.”
She took a step toward the door, then stopped.
Padma: “I… I’m afraid of the darkness, Rajan.”
Rajan gently reached for her hand.
Rajan: “Padma…”
His voice was low and husky, but calm.
Rajan: “It’s okay. Stay here for a moment.”
Padma stood still, listening to the breeze moving through the open windows.
Rajan: in slow and soft husky voice “Look… everything is dark now. No one can see us. Just feel the cold breeze.”
Padma’s breathing gradually settled.
Rajan: “For once, don’t think about everyone outside. Just stay in this moment.”
Padma’s eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.
She could barely make out his silhouette.
Rajan moved closer and paused, giving her the chance to step away.
She didn’t.
Instead, she remained there, overwhelmed by the strange intimacy of the moment.
Rajan gently put his arms around her.
Padma hesitated for a heartbeat, then allowed herself to lean against him, resting her face against his broad chest.
The sounds from the village seemed distant now.
For a few seconds, Padma simply stood there in his arms, eyes closed, caught between the warmth of his embrace and the cool night air.
Rajan’s arms remained around her, but he paused for a moment, giving Padma the space to decide whether she wanted to stay.
She didn’t move away.
He gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from her forehead and placed a soft kiss there.
Padma’s eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the darkness. She looked up at him, her expression uncertain and overwhelmed by everything she was feeling.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Rajan leaned closer and gave her a brief, gentle kiss.
Padma froze for a heartbeat.
Then, instead of stepping back, she slowly closed her eyes again and returned the kiss.
The distant voices from the village seemed to disappear.
Her breathing became quicker, and she instinctively placed her hands around him, holding him close.
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He leaning on her down to her lips and kissing and she was tempted by lot of consequences like she seeing Geeta and Mohan’s episode , Padma tempted and she standing on toe lifting her heels to meet his kiss that made her ass lifted now Rajan put his hands slowly lowering to midriff and to her big round bum.. and started kneading it on saree and pulls her ass towards him so that her groin and his meeting she became even more tempted and gave a small hhhhhaaaa voice in his mouth..
and said Padma tempted: This is wrong ..
Rajan : I know !!
Rajan making her on wall and almost rubbing her body like dry humping her saying Padma I love you … you are mine ..
Padma : No … plz haaaa ummm
They were in deep romance even the current came she didn’t know that room is bright light and surrounded by function people she was closed her eyes enjoying what her body says and said Padma…
She slowly opened her eyes she got shocked and separated what when did the current came ?
Rajan : Dint worry right now ..
Padma started correcting her saree then she left to washroom and after few minutes returned and went towards function and function got finished .. then all started moving except Padma’s parents her friends ..
then teachers let’s leave now and will see rest of the work tomorrow.. and all started leaving
Padma went to ladies washroom.. she flushes out of washroom Rajan standing outside washroom holds her hand and she was trying to fight and telling to leave .. he took her inside the washroom and started hugging she was trying to fight
Padma : leave me plz ..
Rajan and Padma came inside .. Rajan hugging her tight she was pushing him he kissed her lips and kneeling her ass almost like lifting her by holding her ass ..
she now got tamed again..
she again slowly got tempted telling : Rajan stop we will go ..
Rajan turns her and kissing her neck holding and feeling her smooth stomach and slowly putting his hands towards her big melons and he slowly started pressing
Padma lowered her head out of shame how she got tempted seduced !!
She was feeling the kiss on shoulder neck etc.,
He pressing her she putting her hand on his hand and breathing like her melons going up and down.. up and down.. she feeling his body sweaty, musky perfume mixed odour that intoxicating her.. he pressing his dick on her ass .. she was feeling the length turned again now both kissed lip locked started cuddling now Padma : hey enough now ..
Rajan : Yes ok and hugged tightly with lots of love and care and left her..
Padma carefully left watching here and there..
Rajan also left
Padma joined her parents and left .
She had slept, but not deeply. The previous night’s unexpected discovery kept returning to her thoughts in fragments.
After breakfast, she stepped outside and met Geeta and Savithri near the lane.
Savithri looked at Padma for a moment and smiled mischievously.
Savithri: “Padma… what happened to you? You look like you hardly slept.”
Padma laughed lightly, trying to sound casual.
Padma: “I didn’t sleep properly. Maybe I’m still getting used to sleeping in the village again.”
Savithri: “Oh, really? Yesterday you were perfectly fine.”
Padma: “Are you going to investigate my sleep now?”
Savithri laughed.
Savithri: “I’m just asking.”
Geeta had been quiet.
She suddenly looked at Padma.
Their eyes met.
For a second, neither moved.
Then Geeta looked away.
Padma noticed the nervousness in her expression.
Padma: “Geeta, are you okay?”
Geeta immediately smiled.
Geeta: “Of course. Why?”
Padma: “Nothing. You just seem quiet.”
Geeta: “I didn’t sleep well either.”
Savithri laughed.
Savithri: “What’s wrong with both of you? Did the whole village forget how to sleep?”
Padma smiled, but her eyes remained on Geeta.
There was something different about her.
Padma wondered whether Geeta knew she had been there the previous night.
She almost asked.
But something stopped her.
Instead, she changed the subject.
Padma: “Anyway, I have to go to the college today.”
Savithri: “The programme preparations?”
Padma: “Yes. The Headmaster asked me to help.”
Geeta smiled.
Geeta: “You’ll enjoy it. You always loved working with children.”
Padma: “I hope so.”
Another brief silence followed.
Padma smiled politely.
Padma: “I’ll see you both later.”
She walked toward the college.
Behind her, Geeta watched her leave.
Savithri turned toward Geeta.
Savithri: “Why were you looking at her like that?”
Geeta quickly shook her head.
Geeta: “Nothing.”
Savithri smiled.
Savithri: “Hmm. Definitely something.”
Geeta said nothing.
The college Programme Preparations
By the time Padma reached the college, the entire campus was buzzing with activity.
Children were rehearsing dances in the courtyard. A group was practicing a skit near the stage, while teachers moved around carrying decorations, chairs and microphones.
The Headmaster spotted Padma.
Headmaster: “Good morning, Padma! There you are.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Good morning, sir. Tell me what needs to be done.”
Headmaster: “That’s exactly the attitude we need.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Don’t praise me yet, sir. Give me the work first.”
The teachers laughed.
One teacher approached with a worried expression.
Teacher: “We have three groups rehearsing at the same time, two children who keep forgetting their dialogues, and the dance team hasn’t decided their final formation.”
Padma looked at the stage and smiled.
Padma: “So basically, everything is perfectly under control.”
Everyone laughed.
Padma: “Don’t worry. We’ll sort it out one by one.”
She immediately joined the children.
One little girl stood nervously near the stage, holding her costume tightly.
Padma noticed.
Padma: “What’s wrong?”
Girl: “I’m scared. What if I forget everything?”
Padma crouched beside her.
Padma: “Then look at me.”
The girl looked at her.
Padma: “You don’t have to impress everyone. Just enjoy what you’ve practiced. If you forget one line, I’ll help you.”
Girl: “Really?”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Really. Now, shall we try it once more?”
The girl nodded.
Padma stood beside her and encouraged the children through the rehearsal.
After several attempts, the little girl finally completed her part without making a mistake.
She ran toward Padma excitedly.
Girl: “I did it!”
Padma laughed and hugged her briefly.
Padma: “See? I told you.”
The Headmaster watched from a distance.
Headmaster: “You’ve settled back in very quickly.”
Padma looked around the familiar college grounds.
Padma: “It feels strange, sir.”
Headmaster: “Strange?”
Padma smiled thoughtfully.
Padma: “I left this place years ago thinking I’d never come back like this. Now I’m standing here again, helping the same kind of children I once was.”
The Headmaster smiled.
Headmaster: “Some places wait for you.”
Padma looked toward the old stage.
Padma: “Maybe they do.”
For a moment, she became lost in her memories.
Then a child called her from the stage.
Child: “Padma akka!”
Padma immediately smiled.
Padma: “Coming!”
She walked back toward the children, her mood becoming lighter.
The next morning, the village college was completely transformed.
Colourful decorations covered the entrance, fresh flowers were arranged around the stage, and rows of chairs had been placed neatly in the courtyard. Children in bright costumes moved excitedly between the classrooms, while teachers hurried around making final arrangements.
Padma arrived at the function wearing a graceful saree that balanced her traditional roots with her modern city style. The saree was in a rich but understated colour, with a thin elegant border and subtle contemporary detailing rather than heavy traditional work. She paired it with a well-fitted designer blouse with modest sleeves and a modern neckline, keeping the overall look sophisticated and appropriate for the college function.
Her mangalsutra remained visible, along with small gold earrings, a delicate watch and a simple bindi. Her long dark hair was neatly styled, with a few natural strands framing her face.
She looked neither completely like the village girl she once was nor overly dressed like a Bangalore socialite.
As soon as she entered the campus, one of the teachers called out to her.
Teacher: “Padma! We were waiting for you.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “I’m here. Tell me what is left.”
Teacher: “Everything!”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Then let’s start.”
She moved from one group of children to another, checking costumes, helping them remember their sequence and calming those who were nervous.
She moved backstage, checking the final arrangements.
The Headmaster approached her.
Headmaster: “Padma, the chief guests have started arriving.”
Padma: “I’ll welcome them and announce their names when they come on stage.”
The Headmaster handed her the guest list.
Padma quickly looked through it.
Headmaster: “Padma, we’re ready for the welcome ceremony.”
Padma along with you our teachers will be there to anchor.. They also will coordinate..
Padma nodded and walked toward the stage.
The opening programme began.
After the prayer and welcome speech, Padma took the microphone.
One by one, the invited guests began arriving on the stage. Padma announced each name as they came forward, maintaining her calm professional smile.
Then she reached the next name on the list.
Padma: “We are also pleased to welcome so and so…
Before she could continue, there was movement near the entrance.
A tall, broad-shouldered man with a dark complexion and a powerful presence entered the college grounds.
Padma’s words stopped.
Her eyes widened.
Rajan.
For a moment, she simply stared.
Why is he coming to the stage?
At almost the same moment, Rajan looked toward the stage.
He stopped.
He hadn’t expected Padma to be standing there.
For a few seconds, they simply looked at each other across the crowded college ground.
The Headmaster noticed Padma’s hesitation and quickly walked toward her.
He leaned close and quietly spoke into her ear.
Headmaster: “His father couldn’t attend. Rajan has come on his behalf. Please welcome him.”
Padma took a small breath and composed herself.
She looked toward Rajan again.
Then she lifted the microphone.
Padma: “Instead of his father, his son, Sri. Mr. Rajan sir , has arrived to represent him this evening. I warmly welcome him to the dais, welcome sir!!’’
The audience applauded.
Rajan slowly walked toward the stage.
Padma watched him approach.
Neither of them had planned to meet tonight.
After the welcome ceremony, the guests took their places on the dais.
One after another, they delivered their speeches about the college, education, village development and the importance of the annual celebrations.
Padma stood slightly to the side of the stage, listening attentively and waiting for her turn to introduce the next programme.
Rajan, however, had stopped paying much attention to the speeches.
When he had first arrived, he had been irritated about being forced to attend.
Now he was glad he had come.
His attention remained fixed on Padma.
Whenever she moved across the stage, his eyes followed her.
Padma noticed.
At first, she tried to ignore it.
She concentrated on the programme sheet in her hand and listened to the speaker beside her.
But eventually, she looked up.
Rajan was already watching her.
Their eyes met.
Padma quickly looked away.
A few minutes later, she glanced toward him again.
He was still looking.
This time, Padma didn’t immediately look away.
There was something different about seeing him here—in front of her parents, teachers, villagers and people from her childhood.
It made the situation feel strangely unreal.
Rajan gave her a faint smile.
Padma’s expression remained composed, but curiosity began to overcome her discomfort.
Why is he looking at me like that?
She looked toward him once more.
Rajan noticed.
For the first time that evening, Padma realized something uncomfortable:
She wasn’t looking at him only because she felt watched.
Part of her genuinely wanted to know what he was thinking.
She lowered her eyes again and turned the page of her programme sheet.
But a few moments later, almost without realizing it, she looked back toward him.
The function continued smoothly into the evening.
Padma’s anchoring had become one of the highlights of the programme. She moved confidently between performances, introducing each group, encouraging the children and keeping the audience engaged.
As the main speeches and formalities came to an end, Padma stepped forward for the vote of thanks.
Padma: “On behalf of the college, I sincerely thank all our guests, teachers, parents and students for making this evening so special…”
Her voice carried clearly across the grounds.
By then, several guests had already left.
Rajan sat at front row watching function.. na Padma her face her eyes her nose her lips .. her figure !!
Program prolonged villagers enjoying function with claps and whistles and many went after their kids performance ..
At 10.30 pm program list was about to complete with 6 performances..
Rajan came back of the stage a class room he standing there ..
A few minutes later, Padma came backstage to check the sequence of the remaining performances.
She noticed Rajan.
Padma: “You’re still here?”
Rajan smiled.
Rajan: “Apparently.”
Padma: “I thought you’d have left by now.”
Rajan: “I thought so too.”
Padma smiled faintly.
Padma: “Your father must be happy you stayed.”
Rajan: “He would be more surprised that I’m actually enjoying myself.”
Padma: “Why? You don’t like functions?”
Rajan: “Usually, no.”
He looked toward the stage.
Rajan: “But tonight is different.”
Padma understood what he meant but pretended not to.
Padma: “The children are performing very well.”
Rajan: “I’m not talking about the children.”
Padma looked at him.
Before she could respond, the Headmaster entered the classroom.
Headmaster: “Padma, everything is almost finished. The teachers can handle the remaining announcements.”
He looked between Padma and Rajan.
Headmaster: “You two seem to know each other well. You can sit here and talk. We’ll take care of the remaining programmes.”
Padma hesitated.
Padma: “No sir.. I will do ..
Head master : No you both talk.. you come to village very rarely.. sir you talk said towards Rajan and HM left..
Padma was not knowing how to react ..!!???
The teachers nearby continued organizing the final performances without giving the two much attention.
Padma sat on one of the chairs, as she was tired and had little leg spasms..
she asked about his family, his father’s health and the village.
Their conversation gradually became easier.
Padma sat on one of the chairs, feeling tired after several hours of anchoring. Her legs were slightly uncomfortable from standing and moving around throughout the evening.
She took a sip of water and relaxed for a moment.
Padma: “How is your family? How is your father?”
Rajan: “He’s doing well. Still the same—busy with everything and still giving everyone instructions.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Some things never change.”
Rajan: “Not with him.”
They continued talking about his family, the village, the changes that had happened over the years and their old college days. The conversation gradually became easier.
After a while, Rajan looked toward the nearby classroom.
Rajan: “Come. Let’s sit inside for a while. It’s quieter there.”
Padma glanced toward the stage.
Padma: “They’re still continuing the programme.”
Rajan: “The teachers are handling it. You look tired. There’s some dry fruits inside too. You should eat something.”
Padma hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Padma: “Okay.”
They walked into the classroom.
A small plate of dry fruits had been kept on a desk for the volunteers and guests. Padma sat down while Rajan pulled another chair nearby.
Rajan: “You looked restless out there.”
Padma smiled tiredly.
Padma: “I’ve been running around since morning.”
Rajan: “I noticed.”
Padma looked at him.
Padma: “You notice too much.”
Rajan smiled.
There was a brief silence.
Then Rajan looked at her more carefully.
Rajan: “Can I say something?”
Padma: “What?”
Rajan: “You look even more beautiful tonight.”
Padma raised an eyebrow, slightly amused.
Padma: “Even more beautiful? Compared to what?”
Rajan smiled.
Rajan: “Compared to Bangalore.”
Padma laughed softly.
Padma: “What does that even mean?”
Rajan: “You look beautiful in Bangalore too. But here…”
He paused, choosing his words.
Rajan: “Here you look more like yourself.”
Padma’s smile slowly faded into a thoughtful expression.
Padma: “More like myself?”
Rajan nodded.
Rajan: “Yes. Maybe it’s the village. Maybe it’s the way you’re dressed. Maybe it’s the way you’re carrying yourself tonight.”
Padma looked down at her saree.
For some reason, the compliment felt different from the ones she usually heard.
She didn’t know whether to dismiss it or simply accept it.
Padma: “You’re still very good at saying things that make people think.”
Padma got up and wanted to go out but wanted to talk to him also ..
Rajan smiled and said : Padma you look beautiful and hot at this cold night…!!
Padma felt the warmth rising to her cheeks.
She looked down for a moment, pretending to adjust the edge of her saree.
Padma: “You still talk like this?”
Rajan smiled.
Rajan: “Only when I mean it.”
Padma glanced at him, and that only made her blush more.
There was something different about the way he was speaking tonight. It wasn’t the confident teasing she had become used to. It sounded quieter, almost sincere.
Rajan: “You know what I think, Padma?”
Padma: “What?”
Rajan: “You spend too much time thinking about what everyone else expects from you.”
Padma didn’t answer.
Rajan took a small step closer, but stopped with enough distance between them.
Rajan: “Forget the world for a moment, Padma.”
She looked at him.
Rajan: “Forget what people will say. Forget Bangalore. Forget this village. Right now, it’s just you and me… in our own little world.”
Padma’s expression changed.
For a second, she wanted to interrupt him.
She should have.
But the words didn’t come.
Instead, she stood there silently, listening.
Rajan: “You don’t always have to be the person everyone expects you to be.”
Padma finally spoke, almost in a whisper.
Padma: “What are you saying, Rajan?”
Rajan: “I’m saying that sometimes you should listen to what you feel.”
Padma immediately looked toward the doorway.
Rajan saying again : “Sometimes I feel like the whole village disappears when I’m talking to you. Like there’s nobody else around… just you and me with cold breeze dark night just a half moon no light… we both close to each other then…
Padma stops him : Padma’s cheeks grew warmer. She looked away, What if someone hears us?”
Rajan : Yes you are right no body should here.. bcz nobody is there in our world !!
Rajan came more closer to Padma .. she was going back he was going towards her..
Padma : What !!??
Rajan : Nobody should hear what we talk !!
Padma : So ??!!
Rajan came to her ear and said Rajan: “Forget the village for a moment, Padma. Forget the people outside. Tonight, in the open field with chilled breeze dark night imagine there is only you and me one Big dark fit dominant male and a beautiful shy female.. together both tempted by the cold breeze and dark night and attracted to each other smelling each other body odour coming closer and closer
Padma looked at him but didn’t answer.
Rajan: “A man who has always been drawn to you… and a woman who is trying very hard to pretend she doesn’t feel anything at all.”
Padma’s eyes lowered.
The words seemed to pull her deeper into her own thoughts.
For a few seconds, the sounds from the function outside became distant. The voices, the music, the movement of people—all seemed strangely far away.
She stood there quietly, almost lost in the moment, her eyes half-closed as the cool breeze touched her face.
Rajan moved only slightly closer, stopping before there was any physical contact.
Padma could sense his presence beside her. The closeness made her suddenly conscious of the warmth of another person in the cold room.
Her thoughts became confused.
For that brief moment, she wasn’t thinking about the village.
Not about the function.
Not about what anyone might say.
And not even about the fact that she was married.
She simply stood there, caught between the quiet darkness, the cold breeze, and the dangerous curiosity she had been trying not to acknowledge.
The lights suddenly went out, leaving the classroom in complete darkness.
From outside came the confused reaction of the villagers—voices, laughter, a few whistles, and people calling out to one another.
Padma immediately became nervous.
Padma: “Hey… the current has gone. We should go outside.”
She took a step toward the door, then stopped.
Padma: “I… I’m afraid of the darkness, Rajan.”
Rajan gently reached for her hand.
Rajan: “Padma…”
His voice was low and husky, but calm.
Rajan: “It’s okay. Stay here for a moment.”
Padma stood still, listening to the breeze moving through the open windows.
Rajan: in slow and soft husky voice “Look… everything is dark now. No one can see us. Just feel the cold breeze.”
Padma’s breathing gradually settled.
Rajan: “For once, don’t think about everyone outside. Just stay in this moment.”
Padma’s eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.
She could barely make out his silhouette.
Rajan moved closer and paused, giving her the chance to step away.
She didn’t.
Instead, she remained there, overwhelmed by the strange intimacy of the moment.
Rajan gently put his arms around her.
Padma hesitated for a heartbeat, then allowed herself to lean against him, resting her face against his broad chest.
The sounds from the village seemed distant now.
For a few seconds, Padma simply stood there in his arms, eyes closed, caught between the warmth of his embrace and the cool night air.
Rajan’s arms remained around her, but he paused for a moment, giving Padma the space to decide whether she wanted to stay.
She didn’t move away.
He gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from her forehead and placed a soft kiss there.
Padma’s eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the darkness. She looked up at him, her expression uncertain and overwhelmed by everything she was feeling.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Rajan leaned closer and gave her a brief, gentle kiss.
Padma froze for a heartbeat.
Then, instead of stepping back, she slowly closed her eyes again and returned the kiss.
The distant voices from the village seemed to disappear.
Her breathing became quicker, and she instinctively placed her hands around him, holding him close.
He leaning on her down to her lips and kissing and she was tempted by lot of consequences like she seeing Geeta and Mohan’s episode , Padma tempted and she standing on toe lifting her heels to meet his kiss that made her ass lifted now Rajan put his hands slowly lowering to midriff and to her big round bum.. and started kneading it on saree and pulls her ass towards him so that her groin and his meeting she became even more tempted and gave a small hhhhhaaaa voice in his mouth..
and said Padma tempted: This is wrong ..
Rajan : I know !!
Rajan making her on wall and almost rubbing her body like dry humping her saying Padma I love you … you are mine ..
Padma : No … plz haaaa ummm
They were in deep romance even the current came she didn’t know that room is bright light and surrounded by function people she was closed her eyes enjoying what her body says and said Padma…
She slowly opened her eyes she got shocked and separated what when did the current came ?
Rajan : Dint worry right now ..
Padma started correcting her saree then she left to washroom and after few minutes returned and went towards function and function got finished .. then all started moving except Padma’s parents her friends ..
then teachers let’s leave now and will see rest of the work tomorrow.. and all started leaving
Padma went to ladies washroom.. she flushes out of washroom Rajan standing outside washroom holds her hand and she was trying to fight and telling to leave .. he took her inside the washroom and started hugging she was trying to fight
Padma : leave me plz ..
Rajan and Padma came inside .. Rajan hugging her tight she was pushing him he kissed her lips and kneeling her ass almost like lifting her by holding her ass ..
she now got tamed again..
she again slowly got tempted telling : Rajan stop we will go ..
Rajan turns her and kissing her neck holding and feeling her smooth stomach and slowly putting his hands towards her big melons and he slowly started pressing
Padma lowered her head out of shame how she got tempted seduced !!
She was feeling the kiss on shoulder neck etc.,
He pressing her she putting her hand on his hand and breathing like her melons going up and down.. up and down.. she feeling his body sweaty, musky perfume mixed odour that intoxicating her.. he pressing his dick on her ass .. she was feeling the length turned again now both kissed lip locked started cuddling now Padma : hey enough now ..
Rajan : Yes ok and hugged tightly with lots of love and care and left her..
Padma carefully left watching here and there..
Rajan also left
Padma joined her parents and left .
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