Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

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"Ma'am," he began, his voice a little softer, "have you experienced any symptoms? Fever, cough, difficulty breathing?"


Nalini's heart skipped a beat. She had been meticulous with her hygiene, but fear was a contagion that had seeped into every corner of her existence. "No," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. "No symptoms at all."

Anbu nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "And your husband, ma'am? Any health issues we should be aware of?" His question was a gentle probe into her personal life, but she understood the necessity.

"No, no health issues," she replied, her voice firm. She hoped it was true, though she hadn't spoken to him in a couple of days. The thought of him alone in a strange city filled her with a fresh wave of anxiety. "He's young and healthy."

Teja cleared his throat, his eyes still on Nalini. "And your contact with anyone outside?"

Nalini took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I've been following the guidelines. No contact except for the occasional shopping trip. I wear a mask, gloves, and sanitize everything." She hoped they wouldn't ask for details of her solitary walks, the brief moments of rebellion where she had allowed herself to feel the sun on her face without the suffocating barrier.


"Ma'am, have you had any flu vaccines earlier in the past 6 months?" asked Anbu.

Nalini nodded. "No but, I had my flu shot i1 year back." She hoped it would offer some reassurance, though she knew it wasn't directly related to the coronavirus.

"Can you show the prescription of the flu shot?"

Nalini nodded, rising from her chair with a grace that belied her fear. She padded softly down the hallway, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of the sofa she had just vacated.

Her nightie, which had been a source of comfort in the quiet solitude of her home, now felt like a second skin, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. The fabric whispered against her legs with every step, the soft material caressing her curves as she walked. Anbu's eyes followed her, his gaze lingering on the gentle sway of her hips, the soft swell of her buttocks, and the way the fabric clung to her as she moved.

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Her feet were silent on the tiles, the ankle bells on her feet the only sound in the quiet house. She could feel the warmth of his gaze, and a part of her wished she had chosen to wear something more substantial. But she had been caught off-guard by their visit. The dupatta offered a semblance of modesty, but she knew it was a flimsy defense against their scrutiny.


In the bedroom, she rummaged through a drawer, her hands shaking slightly. The room was a testament to the life she had built with Mohan, the scent of him still lingering in the fabric of his clothes. She found the small envelope with the prescription slip and hurried back, her heart racing.

As she returned, her breasts bounced with every step, the thin fabric of her nightie doing little to contain them. Anbu and Teja's eyes were glued to the mesmerizing dance, their pupils dilating in unison. The soft jiggle of her ample assets was a stark reminder of the human connection they had both been starved of for so long. Anbu's throat went dry as he took in the sight, his mind momentarily wandering to thoughts that had no place in their mission. Teja's gaze lingered, his hand tightening around the pen he held. The simple act of her running had ignited a spark of desire within them, a reminder of life's basic needs amidst the fear and chaos of the pandemic.

Her chest heaved as she handed them the prescription, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts drawing their eyes like a magnet. Anbu took the slip with trembling hands, his mind racing with inappropriate thoughts he quickly pushed aside. He focused on the task at hand, his professionalism a shield against the unexpected attraction. Teja's eyes never left hers as he took the paper from Anbu, his pulse quickening as he read the details.


"Ma'am, this vaccine is more than a year old," Anbu said gently, his voice thick with regret. "It doesn't offer protection against the coronavirus."

Nalini felt a cold knot form in her stomach. "Oh," she murmured, the color draining from her cheeks. She had hoped it would be enough, that the simple act of following protocol would keep her family safe. The reality of their vulnerability hit her like a physical blow.

"Ma'am, have you or anyone in your family experienced any symptoms of COVID-19?" Anbu's voice was a gentle probe into her personal space, a question that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

Nalini's heart raced as she replied, "No, no symptoms at all." She hoped it was true. Her children were safe with her parents, but she hadn't seen them in weeks. The thought of them falling ill was unbearable.

"Ma'am," Anbu continued, his voice firm but kind, "we need to ask you a few more questions for our records. Have you had any visitors or come in contact with anyone from outside the family since the lockdown began?"

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Nalini felt the weight of their gaze on her, but she met it without flinching. "No, I haven't," she said with conviction. "My husband is in Bangalore, and my children are with their grandparents in the village. I've had no other visitors."


Anbu nodded, scribbling on his clipboard. "And no one from outside your family has entered this house since the lockdown?"

Nalini's gaze remained steady. "No, no one," she reiterated, her voice clear. She had been vigilant, turning away even the most persistent of her friends who had offered help or companionship. Her home had become a fortress, and she had become its solitary sentinel.

Teja nodded, his eyes finally leaving her to scan the room once more. "Ma'am, it's very important that you maintain this isolation. The virus spreads quickly, and we're seeing cases rise every day." His voice was a sober reminder of the invisible enemy that lurked outside her walls.

Anbu cleared his throat, his gaze following the curve of her neck as it disappeared into the dupatta. "Ma'am, could you tell us where you purchase your vegetables from?" His question was innocent enough, but Nalini felt the tension in the room shift.

Nalini's eyes narrowed slightly as she replied, "From the local vendor, Uday. He's been coming around for years."

Teja's expression grew solemn. "Ma'am, we've noticed that many local vegetable vendors are getting infected. They travel to different areas and come in contact with many people. It's a high-risk job."

Nalini's eyes widened. "I see," she said, her voice tight. Uday was like family, a friendly face in a sea of masked strangers. "But he takes all precautions, I've seen him."


"Ma'am, it's not just about precautions," Teja said, his voice gentle but firm. "The virus is unpredictable. We've had cases where people who thought they were safe ended up being carriers."

Nalini's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked, her grip on the dupatta tightening.

Anbu's eyes remained on the clipboard, his pen poised in the air. "Ma'am, based on the information you've given us, and as a precaution, we need to conduct a basic health check and a temperature screening."

Nalini's grip on the dupatta tightened even further, her heart racing. The thought of being tested, of confirming the fears that had been lurking in the shadows of her mind, was almost too much to bear. But she knew it was necessary.

"Ma'am," Anbu said, his voice firm but not unkind, "We understand this might be uncomfortable, but it's for your safety and the safety of those around you."

Nalini felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. "But I'm not sick," she protested, her voice shaking. The thought of being taken away, of leaving her house, her sanctuary, filled her with a primal fear she hadn't felt since her children were born.

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