Adultery ~ Geetha ~

[Haran000]

~Geetha~

Note:- 

This is fiction. 

Not intended to harm anyone's feelings. Strictly adult. 

Images used are from internet and are just for reference purpose, not to objectify any person. 

Happy reading. Leave a comment of your experience.

Index:- 

1. Introduction

2. Tuition

3. Hidden Thoughts

[Haran000]

1. Introduction

In the quaint village of Garrepalli, nestled within the Karimnagar district, stood a modest house on Model college Street, home to Jayaraj, a diligent Accounts Officer at the Karimnagar Electrical Substation. At forty-nine, he was a man of responsibility, married to Gauri, a devoted housewife aged forty-two. Their daughter, Geetha, was a striking young woman of twenty-five, with a complexion reminiscent of white jasmine. Standing at five feet two inches, she possessed chubby cheeks, rosy lips, and captivating small eyes that made her undeniably beautiful.

Geetha had recently completed her degree at the Karimnagar Government College, but her aspirations were dashed when she failed the entrance exam for a central university. Disheartened, she set aside her academic ambitions. However, fate intervened when a relative of Jayaraj found a match for her. With a shy nod of agreement from Geetha, the marriage proposals began to flow.

The chosen suitor was Gautam, a thirty-two-year-old General Manager at a paint company in the South Zone. Tall and fair, he was immediately taken by Geetha’s traditional saree, her long hair, graceful walk, and innocent smile. After a series of phone conversations to foster their connection, they met in person, and their bond blossomed. Soon, they were joyfully married.

Post-wedding, the couple relocated to Hyderabad, where Gautam’s career flourished. They settled into a comfortable home, complete with all the modern amenities. Seventeen months passed, and Geetha had hoped that Gautam would shower her with love and happiness. Yet, as time went on, she felt increasingly neglected, as her husband seemed to prioritize work above all else. 

One evening, Gautam returned home with news that initially filled Geetha with excitement.

“What is it?” she asked, her heart racing.

“I got a new job, better than this one,” he replied, a proud smile on his face.

Her heart soared, thinking this might finally mean more time together. But then, Gautam’s next words shattered her hopes.

“But it’s in Dubai; they emailed me. They want the best performers like me.”

Geetha’s heart sank. “No, Dubai is not good; try to find something better here,” she urged.

Gautam explained his intentions and future plans, and while Geetha appreciated his ambition, sadness washed over her at the thought of being apart. Despite the seven-year age difference, she felt a deep connection with him. Two months later, Gautam departed for Dubai, promising to return every three months and to keep in touch through video calls.

“Please take care. Don’t neglect your meals; look after your health,” Geetha reminded him, her voice laced with concern.

The months rolled by, and they maintained their connection through calls and video chats. In the meantime, Geetha learned of a vacancy for a Math teacher at the nearby Thakur High college and decided to apply. She began her daily routine of college, making friends with Vimala, a neighbor.

One day, while tidying up, Geetha stumbled upon Gautam’s laptop, which he had left behind. Thinking it might be useful, she took it to the bedroom. However, she didn’t know the password, so she called Gautam.

“Hey, your laptop is here. I will use it,” she said.

“Use it; I won’t mind,” he replied casually.

“But it’s asking for a password,” she pointed out.

“It’s your name, Geetha143$,” he instructed.

“Thanks!” she replied, feeling a sense of excitement.

That night, after charging the laptop, Geetha called her friend Samatha.

“How to access those videos? ” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Why?” Samatha inquired.

“Oh, just tell me; my husband is not here, and I’m feeling sad,” Geetha admitted.

Samatha mentioned a website, and Geetha, intrigued, opened it. As she clicked on a video, her heart raced. The scene unfolded before her eyes—a man and a woman engaged in an intimate act. Geetha felt a mix of shock and curiosity, recalling moments with Gautam that had never reached such intensity.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Geetha, Geetha, are you there? Are you asleep?” Vimala called out.

Quickly adjusting her saree and wiping her sweat, Geetha opened the door.

“Hey, did slept already ?” Vimala asked, stepping inside.

“No, sister... what’s up at this time?” Geetha replied, trying to mask her fluster.

“It’s Monday, I’m fasting, and I didn’t eat anything for dinner. I went to buy milk, but the shop was closed. If you have some, please do you mind borrowing ,” Vimals explained.

“Oh, is that all? Come inside; I’ll get it for you,” Geetha said, leading her friend into the kitchen.

As Vimala looked around, she noticed the neatly arranged college books and pictures on the table. Her gaze fell upon the laptop on the bed.

“Wow, your house is really nice!” Vimala exclaimed.

“Yes, thank you, sister,” Geetha replied, a hint of pride in her voice.

Vimala picked up the laptop, and Geetha rushed in, grabbing it from her hands.

“Sorry, sister, that’s my husband’s personal laptop, so please don’t think anything of it,” she said, smiling nervously.

“Oh, is that so? That’s fine,” Vimala replied, a knowing look in her eyes.

Geetha handed her the flask of milk. “Here’s the milk.”

“Thanks, Geetha. I’ll be going now,” Vimal said, turning to leave.

“Good night, sister,” Geetha called after her.

As Vimala stepped out, she added, “What good night? My husband hasn’t been sleeping at nights lately.”

Geetha asked “ why? ”, brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Why do you ask like that? Don’t you know husband’s condition when he comes home at night?” Vimala teased, laughing as she patted Geetha on the shoulder.

Geetha, innocent and unaware, shook her head. 

“What? You don’t understand?” Vimala pressed, her laughter ringing in Geetha’s ears.

After Vimal left, Geetha’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She couldn’t shake the image from the video, wondering how wonderful it would be if Gautam could at least show her that kind of passion.

The next morning, Geetha donned a pink saree, the pallu flowing gracefully down her back, the mangalsutra resting delicately on her chest. She adjusted her saree, ensuring it covered her waist, though it still felt a bit loose, adding to her shyness. As she stepped outside, the sun illuminated her figure, and she felt the eyes of passersby upon her.

The college was just down the street, but as she walked, she caught the attention of a grocery store uncle, who watched her with admiration. Geetha continued on her way, unaware of the effect she had on those around her.

As she approached the college, a tenth-grade boy named Bharath emerged from a book stall. The moment a breeze blew, causing Geetha’s saree to flutter, Bharath’s gaze was drawn to her. He was mesmerized, captivated by her beauty.

“Why is he staring at me like that?” Geetha thought, glancing down to see her waist exposed. Quickly, she adjusted her saree, blocking his view. When she looked up, she caught him staring, and he quickly averted his gaze.

“Hey, you are Bharath from the tenth grade, right? It’s almost time for the college bell; why are you out here? Go inside...” she called out.

Bharath, flustered, replied, “I was just buying a scale; it broke in class, and I need it.”

“Okay, hurry up and go inside,” Geetha urged, continuing on her way.

As the students gathered for morning prayer, Bharath searched for Geetha, his heart racing when he finally spotted her. She stood in line, chatting with the biology teacher, Ramya. Bharat’s eyes were glued to her, lost in admiration of her beauty.

After the prayer, Geetha entered the classroom, and as she walked in, Bharat’s gaze followed her every move. 

“Good morning, miss,” the students chorused as they stood.

“Good morning, everyone,” Geetha replied, her voice warm and inviting.

“Today we are going to learn the second unit: Geometry,” she announced, beginning the lesson.

But Bharat was far from focused on the lesson. His thoughts were consumed by Geetha, her every gesture captivating him. As she raised her hand to write on the board, Bharat’s attention was drawn to her waist, and he felt a stirring within him.

Confused and overwhelmed, he touched himself, realizing he was aroused. Panic set in as he worried about what would happen if his zipper came down. He continued to glance at Geetha, lost in a haze of desire.

Noticing Bharat’s unusual behavior, his friend Harish leaned over. “What’s wrong? What are you doing?” he whispered.

“I don’t know, man; I’m feeling weird,” Bharat admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey, what did you see?” Harish pressed.

“I was looking at the teacher’s waist this morning, and now I’m still looking at her,” Bharat confessed, his cheeks flushing.

“Don’t look at her,” Harish warned, glancing nervously at Geetha.

“If I don’t look, the miss will scold me,” Bharat replied, his eyes darting back to Geetha.

“Just sit still until the miss leaves; act like you’re listening to the lesson,” Harish advised.

Geetha, noticing their hushed conversation, called out, “Hey, Harish! What’s going on? Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk in class?”

Both boys jumped, startled by her sudden attention.

“Nothing, miss, sorry; he was asking me a doubt,” Harish stammered.

“Bharat, if you have a doubt, ask me, okay?” Geetha said, her tone firm yet kind.

“Okay, miss, excuse me,” Bharat replied, his heart racing.

As Geetha continued her lesson, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, but she brushed it aside, focusing on her students. Little did she know, the stirrings of desire and curiosity were brewing in the hearts of those around her, setting the stage for a whirlwind of emotions yet to unfold.

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Geetha had just finished her evening routine, a series of rituals that brought her comfort and a sense of calm. After dinner, she took a long, soothing bath, the warm water washing away the fatigue of the day. She applied oil to her hair, relishing the way it glistened under the soft light of her bedroom. With deft fingers, she styled her hair, putting the finishing touches on her look with a touch of makeup. Satisfied, she closed all the windows and doors, ensuring her sanctuary was cool and private, setting the air conditioning to a comfortable chill.

Loosening her saree, she picked up her phone and dialed Gautam for a video call. At first, she hesitated, thinking he might be busy, but her heart raced with anticipation as she tried again. This time, he answered, his face lighting up the screen as he sat in front of a table.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice warm and inviting.

“I just finished working at the college registrar's office and washed my face,” Geetha replied, a smile creeping onto her lips.

“Darling, I’m coming next month on the 10th,” Gautam said, and Geetha felt a flutter of happiness in her chest, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. She absentmindedly played with her hair, holding it delicately between her fingers.

“I want to see you,” he continued, his gaze intense.

“You’re seeing me now,” she teased, her voice light.

“Not like this. I want to kiss you and hug you,” he said, his tone filled with longing.

Geetha felt her cheeks heat up further. “You can do that when you come,” she replied, her heart racing.

“Geetha, until then…” He trailed off, leaving a silence that hung between them. She squinted, trying to read his expression, her playful demeanor fading as she adjusted her saree. As she moved, the pallu threatened to slip down her shoulder, and Gautam’s gaze lingered on her neck, igniting a spark of desire within him.

“Hey darling, can you move your saree pallu aside for a moment?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Geetha felt a rush of shyness wash over her, avoiding his gaze. Holding the edge of the pallu with her right hand, she felt a thrill at the thought of letting it fall if he asked again.

“Just once, I want to see how beautiful you are,” Gautam urged, his eyes filled with yearning.

She knew how much he wanted to see her, and a playful part of her relished the teasing. “Oh, how can I do that on a video call?” she replied coyly.

“It’s okay, no one is here. No one will see, just show me once,” he insisted, his voice growing more fervent.

As Gautam continued to plead, Geetha rubbed her left shoulder, letting the pallu slip down slightly, revealing her curves. The sight of her beauty captivated Gautam, and she felt a mix of shyness and exhilaration as she shared this intimate moment with him.

“Move a little closer; I can’t see properly,” he urged, and she complied, inching closer to the camera.

“Just unhook the blouse,” he requested, his eyes sparkling with desire.

“Why? I’m feeling shy,” she protested, though her heart raced at the thought.

“Come on, just once. I’ve been thinking of you since this morning,” he said, his voice a blend of longing and playfulness.

Geetha lowered her face, a smile playing on her lips as she slipped her right hand into her jacket, unhooking one button.

“a bit more?” Gautam asked, his eagerness palpable.

She hesitated, but the thrill of the moment urged her on. As she unhooked second one, revealing her beautiful curves. Gautam’s desire surged, and he found himself lost in the moment.

“What’s going on?” Geetha asked, noticing the shift in Gautam’s demeanor.

“It’s not much, darling. Just remove blouse,” he replied, his voice thick with anticipation.

Geetha hesitated, her heart pounding. “I don’t like it,” she said firmly.

“Please, just once for me,” he pleaded, his tone softening.

“No way,” she replied, a playful defiance in her voice.

“Geetha, how can you do this to me? I’m here waiting for you, and you can’t do this for me?” His words struck a chord in her heart, and she felt a pang of guilt for denying him something he desired.

“Just show me once,” he urged, his voice filled with longing.

As she watched him, Geetha felt a rush of empathy. She understood his desire, even from afar. With a deep breath, she loosed the last hook, and as she did, her jacket opened slightly, revealing her cheesy curves in bra. The sight of her fair skin ignited Gautam’s passion further.

“Oh Geetha… my darling,” he breathed, his eyes filled with a mix of love and desire.

In that moment, Geetha felt a thrill of excitement, imagining the pleasure he would give her if he were there. It had been three long months since they had been apart, and the longing between them was palpable. As she loosened her jacket, Gautam’s excitement grew, and time seemed to stretch, each second filled with unspoken desire.

“Darling, I’ll do it later; I have work to do,” he finally said, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Okay, then,” Geetha replied, though a hint of sadness lingered in her heart. She smiled softly, hanging up the phone and sitting quietly, the weight of their longing hanging in the air like a delicate thread, binding them together despite the distance.


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Two days later, Geetha stood in front of her class, her voice firm yet gentle. "Those who haven't submitted their assignments to FA, please stand up." Three students rose from their seats: Bharat, Parthu, and Kiran. Geetha's gaze fell on them, and she added, "You three, bring your parents tomorrow."

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, Geetha gathered her book and purse, preparing to leave. Bharat, unable to resist, followed her out of the classroom. She walked ahead, dbangd in a green cotton saree, her movements graceful and illuminating. Bharat trailed behind, mesmerized by the way her right hip lifted with each step, the left swaying gently. When she stepped forward, her curves brushed against the fabric of her saree, and Bharat found himself entranced by her fair waist and skin. 

As Geetha walked, her right hand moved back and forth, revealing a birthmark that peeked out from beneath her blouse over backside. The staff room was empty, save for a few scattered books and papers on the table, a globe in the center, and a locked blackboard. Geetha took a seat, contemplating a call to Gautam. She felt a rush of warmth as she sat, her waist slightly visible, her curves enticing. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her and snapped back to reality, startled. 

"Bharat," she said, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity. Bharat, unaware of her startled state, called out, "Miss..." 

She turned around, her wide eyes meeting his, and placed a hand on her chest, feeling her heart race. Bharat was captivated by her beautiful face, starry eyes, and delicate rosy lips, untouched by lipstick. 

"What is it?" she asked, her tone softening. 

Bharat lowered his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "Miss, parents didn't give me money for the assignment sheets. There’s no money at home this month." 

Geetha's heart softened at his words, but she knew the assignment had to be completed. "Is that so? But you have to do the assignment, Bharat; these marks will also be included in the board exam." 

"I know, Miss," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation. 

"That's not all; bring your parents tomorrow," she insisted. 

"But Miss, they won't come. My mom goes to work early, and my dad is busy with the vegetable shop." 

"Bharat, this is not something I say; the principal said to call the parents of those who haven't submitted their assignments. Please try to bring one of your parents tomorrow, and let them meet me at eleven o'clock when I will be free." 

"Okay, Miss," he said, and with that, he left the staff room. 

After Bharat departed, Geetha picked up her phone and called Gautam. 

"Good morning madam, what’s the matter?" Gautam's voice came through, and Geetha felt a flutter of shyness. 

"Oh, you are calling me madam, dear," she replied, a smile creeping onto her face. 

"In college, you are a madam, right?" he teased. 

"Hmm... but you said good morning in the morning," she countered playfully. 

"What, is it wrong to say it again?" 

"Okay, what are you doing?" 

"Nothing much, just working and submitting assignments, boring life," he replied. 

As they chatted, time slipped away, and soon it was time for Geetha's next class. "Darling, I have to go; I will call you in the evening," she said, her tone laced with reluctance. 

"Give me a kiss," Gautam urged. 

"I am in college ," she protested. 

"No, just give it," he insisted. 

Looking around to ensure no one was watching, she touched her lips to the phone, making a kissing sound. "Okay then, bye," she said, her heart fluttering as she headed to the seventh grade. 

Later that evening, as Geetha walked home, sounds of vehicles filled the air, and a torn piece of a poster fluttered away in the wind. Geetha spotted a small rose flower blooming by the roadside and bent down to pluck it. As she did, her left side became visible, revealing her curves to a boy nearby, who was mesmerized, leaning against a wall and watching her intently. 

With the flower in hand, Geetha walked away gracefully, unaware that Bharat was on the other side of the road, following her. He turned back and headed home, his thoughts consumed by her. 

That night, Bharat's scrolled through Instagram, laughing at reels and videos.

Bharat, however, was lost in his own world, watching a star heroine's gym video. He felt a rush of excitement as she worked out, her curves visible, and he couldn't help but fantasize. 

Once he was sure his mother was busy, he muted the sound and slipped into the bathroom, where he indulged in his desires, captivated by the heroine's every move. As he lay there afterward, he thought, "That heroine is nothing compared to our Geetha Miss. If she dressed like that, what would happen? I can't stop thinking about her." 

The next morning, Bharat woke up, dressed for college, and reminded his mother, "Mom, Geetha Miss will be free at eleven o'clock. Don't forget." 

"Okay, dear, I will tell you," Susheela replied, unaware of the turmoil in her son's heart. 

On his way to college, Bharat stopped in front of a flower plant at the grocery store, plucking the rose flower. He pricked his finger on the thorns, wincing at the pain but placing the flower carefully in his bag. 

Before going to prayer, he entered the staff room, where Geetha was just stepping out. "Geetha Miss... Miss, wait," he called out. 

She turned, and their eyes met, sending a rush of emotions through Bharat. He stood there, holding the flower, and Geetha smiled at the sight of it. 

"What, Bharat? Are you going to say I love you to me?" she teased playfully, and Bharat blushed, his cheeks turning crimson. 

"Miss, this is for you. I thought you would like it," he stammered, extending the flower toward her. 

Geetha's heart warmed at his gesture. "Thanks, Bharat, it's really nice. I love rose flowers," she said, taking the rose and smiling at him. 

Bharat stood there, silent and blushing, as Geetha went off to prayer. 

At eleven o'clock, Bharat's mother arrived at the college. After finding out that Geetha was in the staff room, she made her way there. 

"Are you Geetha teacher?" Susheela asked, her voice polite. 

Geetha looked up, "Yes, that's me. Please have a seat. And you are?" 

"I am Bharat's mother. I came to talk about something," Susheela replied, her tone serious. 

Geetha nodded, "Your son didn't submit his assignment; this is the second time." 

"I told him, Miss, but we didn't have money for the materials. All his fees are going towards that. He insists on going to a convent college," Susheela explained. 

"That's true, but you should try to manage a little. I've been observing Bharat for the past two months; he does well in all subjects except Science and Maths. He is usually silent," Geetha said, her concern evident. 

"Yes, he doesn't hang out with many friends; he stays at home playing on his phone," Susheela admitted. 

"Look, there are still two days left for the FA assignment. Tell him to do it today. He is weak in Science and gets average marks in Maths. You should send him for tuition somewhere; if he continues to play on his phone like this, he won't get good marks in the tenth grade, and he won't get into a good college," Geetha advised. 

"I will consider it, Miss. I will also make sure he studies more at home," Susheela promised. 

"That's good. Don't give him the phone at all; it's the phone that distracts them," Geetha added. 

"Okay, Miss. Is there anything else you want to say?" Susheela asked. 

"No, that's all. If he studies well, it will reflect positively on the college and all the teachers," Geetha replied, her tone firm yet kind. 

After the meeting, Geetha went to the tenth class, where Bharat sat quietly, his mind racing. "Did mom come? What did she say?" he asked Harish, who sat nearby. 

"Hey, Miss is here, sit down," Harish said, nudging him. 

"Good morning, Miss," the class chorused as Geetha entered. 

"Please sit down. Bharat, Kiran, your parents have visited. You need to submit your assignments in three days; otherwise, you won't get marks in internals," she reminded them. 

Both boys nodded, and Geetha noticed the rose Bharat had given her, still sitting on her desk. A smile crept onto her face, and she felt a warmth in her heart. 

"Bharat, go and wipe the board; I will take attendance," Geetha instructed. 

As Bharat got up, he quietly whispered, "Miss, you look very beautiful. You look even better in this pink saree today." 

Geetha felt flattered by his compliment, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. While taking attendance, Bharat wiped the board carefully, ensuring no chalk dust was left. When he turned back to go to his bench, Geetha stood there, and he noticed a birthmark on her back. 

Bharat's gaze lingered on her, and Harish, noticing, gestured playfully. Bharat quickly looked away, embarrassed. 

"Okay, sit down, Bharat," Geetha said, her voice gentle yet commanding. 

As Geetha taught, she felt Bharat's gaze on her neck. When she turned back, she caught him looking away, realizing he was watching her. As she turned to write, her hand raised slightly, causing her blouse to lift a bit, revealing more of her waist. Bharat was captivated by her fair skin, his heart racing. 

After class, Geetha glanced at Bharat, feeling a sense of admiration for his shy demeanor. During lunch, Bharat washed his hands and intentionally walked past the staff room where Geetha was eating. He stopped to look at her, and the rose was still there, making him feel happy. 

Later, Harish returned with two chocolates, handing one to Bharat. "Hey, don't look at the teacher like that; it's wrong," he teased. 

"I'm not looking at her," Bharat protested, but Harish smirked knowingly. 

"I know you are," Harish replied, enjoying the banter. 

Geetha finished her lunch and headed to her afternoon classes, unaware of the stir she caused in Bharat's heart. 




Days passed, and one afternoon, while returning from college, Geetha stopped to buy vegetables. Noticing the grocery store was closed, she went to another shop on the college road. 

"I shouldn't go near him; he looks at me like that, but I can't help it," she thought, feeling a mix of discomfort and intrigue. 

"Can I have a small packet of milk?" she asked the shopkeeper, who was munching on something, his gaze lingering on her. 

Geetha felt uneasy under his hungry stare. "Hurry up, I have to go; I have a lot of work," she urged, her voice flustered. 

He smiled slightly and handed her the milk. "Hey, I’ve seen you around; you don’t come to our shop often," he remarked, his tone casual. 

"How can I come when you look at me like that?" Geetha thought but kept her thoughts to herself. 

"There’s another shop next to my house anna (brother), that’s why I don’t come here," she replied, trying to maintain her composure. 

When she called him " anna," he looked surprised, and Geetha smiled to herself as she left the shop. 

Upon arriving home, a woman stood there, introducing herself as Swaroopa. "I heard your upper portion is vacant; I wanted to ask if you would rent it out. We live in the third lane. The owner is demolishing the old house to build a new one," she explained. 

Geetha nodded, "You should ask my husband; he will be back on the ninth. You can meet him then." 

"Okay, I will come back next week," Swaroopa said, her tone friendly. 

"Who all will be living with you?" Geetha inquired. 

"Me, my husband, and our son who is studying for his degree," Swaroopa replied. 

"Alright," Geetha said, and Swaroopa left. 

That night, Gautam video-called Geetha. When she picked up, he noticed her gloomy face. "Hey, what happened? Why do you look so down?" 

"Nothing, just feeling a bit tired," Geetha replied, trying to mask her emotions. 

"Oh, really? Are you going to sleep? Should I call you in the morning?" Gautam asked, concern lacing his voice. 

"When are you coming?" she asked, a hint of annoyance creeping in. 

"I told you, I will come on the ninth," he replied, his tone apologetic. 

"Can't you come tomorrow?" she pressed, her sigh betraying her disappointment. 

"If I can, I will definitely come, darling," he promised, sensing her sadness. 

The thought of having disappointed him made her heart ache, and tears welled up in Geetha's eyes. 

" what happened? Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. 

"You said you would come to see me, but it’s been three months, and now you are a month late," she confessed, her voice trembling. 

"Geetha, be patient; I really want to see you. I will come in about ten days, okay? I can’t sleep here without you," he reassured her. 

Geetha wiped her tears, feeling a mix of longing and hope. "Okay, I will call you in the morning. Good night," she said softly, her heart heavy yet hopeful for the days to come. 

As the night deepened, the world outside faded into silence, but within Geetha and Bharat, a whirlwind of emotions stirred, weaving a tale of innocence, longing, and the complexities of young love.

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Ninth Date -


Gautam's message arrived like a spark of electricity, igniting Geeta's heart with anticipation. "I will be at home soon," it read. The clock ticked away, each second stretching into eternity as she sat in the staff room, her college work completed, her bag packed, and her mind racing with thoughts of their reunion. 

Geeta's day had finally come to an end, but the bell seemed to mock her, refusing to ring. "Oh, why hasn't the bell rung yet?" she thought, her excitement bubbling over. Today was the day she had been waiting for, a day that had felt like an eternity in the making. 

When the bell finally rang, she leaped from her seat, her heart pounding as she dashed outside. Just then, Bharat appeared, his presence a sudden interruption to her eager escape.

"Miss, Miss... good evening... I need to ask you something," he called out, breathless.

In her haste, Geeta replied, "Bharat, I have to go; can we discuss tomorrow?" She barely registered the look of surprise on his face, her mind already racing towards Gautam.

Bharat noticed the unusual brightness in Geeta's demeanor, the way she moved with a newfound energy. Today, she was not the slow, somber figure he was accustomed to; today, she was a whirlwind of excitement. He walked alongside her, chatting as they made their way to the grocery store, but Geeta's thoughts were elsewhere.

Once home, Geeta quickly closed the doors behind her, her heart racing with anticipation. She took a swift bath, dressed in a beautiful saree, let her hair down, and settled in the hall, glancing at the clock. Thirty more minutes until Gautam would arrive.

Sitting on the sofa, she nervously twirled her hair, counting the seconds as they ticked by. The sound of the gate creaking open sent her heart into a frenzy. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and felt the rush of excitement as she approached the door.

"Geeta..." Gautam's voice was like music to her ears.

She opened her eyes, and her heart raced even faster. A smile spread across her lips, and a shiver ran down her spine as she looked at him. With excitement bubbling over, she kicked off her shoes and opened the door, her heart swelling with love as she embraced him tightly, showering him with kisses on his cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin. 

"Umm umm," she murmured, her joy spilling over as Gautam kissed her cheeks. He held her waist and whispered in her ear, "Wait, wait..."

She paused, their eyes locking in a moment that felt suspended in time. Goutham covered her cheeks with both hands, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"How have you been? I'm sorry for making you wait," Gautam said, his voice soft and sincere.

"Why do you say that? This is all for us, right?" Geeta replied, her heart swelling with affection.

He kissed her forehead and then her nose, and she felt a warmth spread through her. "I will freshen up first; have you made a cup of tea?" he asked.

"Hmm... I haven't had any either; I've been waiting for you since I reached," she admitted, her heart fluttering.

Geeta went to prepare tea, her mind racing with thoughts of their time together. After they drank, Gautam took her hand and pulled her close, their eyes locking in a gaze that spoke volumes. Geeta felt a rush of shyness wash over her.

"Why are you looking so beautiful today?" Gautam asked, his voice teasing.

"Stop it..." Geeta replied, turning her face away, but unable to hide her smile. She kissed his forehead and caressed his left side with her right hand, feeling the warmth of his presence.

"Mmm..." she sighed as he kissed her right cheek, and she returned the kiss, tracing her lips with her fingers as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. They both fell back onto the sofa, lost in each other.

Geeta kissed his forehead, cheeks, and chin, and as Gautam pulled her saree aside, her fair neck glistened with the light of the room. He leaned in to kiss her, but she shyly turned her gaze away, a smile playing on her lips.

He kissed between her earrings, holding her waist as he did so. "Ah..." Geeta gasped, feeling the warmth of his affection.

"I have been waiting for a month to come to you, my beloved Geeta, to kiss you. Um, um..." he murmured, showering her neck with kisses. Geeta closed her eyes, holding Gautam's head tightly, intertwining their legs as she pulled him closer.

"Ah... I have been waiting too," she confessed, her heart racing.

They kissed again and again, lost in the moment, until Gautam finally pulled away, leaving Geeta breathless. For ten minutes, she felt a rush of excitement, but as the moment faded, she closed her eyes, feeling a mix of pleasure and longing.

Gautam got up, kissed her three times on the face, and drank some water. Geeta held his waist, feeling a sense of intimacy that made her heart flutter.

"Darling..." Gautam began.

"Yes..." Geeta replied, her heart racing.

"What did you cook?" he asked, his eyes lighting up.

"I made chicken; you like it, right?" she said, her heart swelling with pride.

"Okay, I will meet my friend for a while; I have some important work. You can have dinner before I come back," he said, his tone casual.

"Alright..." Geeta replied, feeling a twinge of disappointment.

Gautam got dressed and left, and Geeta sat up, pondering why he never invited her to join him for anything. She got up, put on her nightgown, tied her hair, and started cooking, her mind racing with thoughts of their time together.

When Gautam returned, they had dinner, and the conversation flowed easily between them. Geeta shared stories about her college, while Gautam recounted his day. Just then, Geeta's family called, and she spent time talking to them, feeling a sense of warmth and connection.

After dinner, they cuddled in bed, Gautam pulling Geeta closer and kissing her cheeks. "Didn't you bring me anything from Dubai?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Gautam seemed to forget, his expression shifting. "Oh, I forgot; I will get it," he said, quickly retrieving a box from his bag.

Geeta's heart raced as she opened the box, the light reflecting off a diamond necklace inside, sparkling in her eyes. Her cheeks flushed with joy as she looked at Gautam, who smiled back at her.

"It's a diamond necklace," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

"Isn’t this expensive?" Geeta asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

" expensive, or do you like it?" Gautam replied, his gaze steady.

Overwhelmed with happiness, Geeta admired the necklace, which was adorned with diamonds shaped like three flowers in the center, shining brightly against her skin. She fastened it around her neck, and Gautam stood behind her, securing the clasp. 

"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, turning to face him.

Gautam hugged her from behind, his voice soft. "Why are you thanking me, my dear? You look so beautiful; I thought of this when I saw it. I just thought, 'How beautiful you are, and this will look even more beautiful on you.'"

He kissed her cheeks, and Geeta, feeling a rush of affection, turned to kiss him on the lips. Their kiss deepened, more passionate this time, and they fell back onto the bed, lost in each other.

Gautam pulled up Geeta's nightgown, kissing her neck and shoulders, while he slipped his pajama pants down, their bodies entwined in a dance of intimacy. Geeta hugged him tightly, feeling a rush of pleasure as Gautam thrust into her.

"Ah..." she gasped, her body responding to his every movement.

"Um... ah..." she breathed, lost in the moment.

"Yes, Geeta... how long I have waited for this..." Gautam murmured, kissing her again.

Geeta held his waist tightly, feeling immense pleasure as he increased his pace. "Ah... ah..." she cried out, lost in the waves of ecstasy.

After a few kisses, Gautam slowed down, and Geeta closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment. He kissed her cheek and fell asleep beside her, leaving her in a state of dissatisfaction.



The next morning, Geeta woke up to the sound of Vimala's voice. "Hey Geeta, why are you up so late? Your husband has come, wow..." he exclaimed, a teasing smile on his face.

Geeta smiled shyly, her heart still fluttering from the night before. "Oh, did you not know?" she replied, her mind drifting back to the intimacy they had shared.

As she spoke outside, inside, a lingering feeling of unfulfilled desire tugged at her heart. Although she felt happy for the time they spent together, her body craved more pleasure, more connection.

After completing her household chores, she took a bath and prepared breakfast. Gautam, too, freshened up, and they shared a meal together. During breakfast, Gautam received a call, spending an hour discussing work matters, leaving Geeta feeling frustrated and neglected.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Geeta went to the market to buy groceries and start cooking. Even then, Gautam remained busy with his work on the laptop, oblivious to her growing frustration.

Once Gautam finished, he looked at Geeta with hunger. "Ugh... all this work has made my head spin. Did you cook? Shall we eat?" he asked, his tone casual.

Geeta felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. She sat silently, not responding.

"What happened?" Gautam asked, noticing her silence.

"Since I woke up, it's been the same work, and you haven't paid attention to me," she finally admitted, her voice tinged with hurt.

"What can I do? It's work," he replied, his tone defensive.

He understood her feelings, but he also knew that his job was demanding. 

In the afternoon, Swaroopa came to visit with her son, Sriram. "Is Geeta not here?" she called out, looking for her.

Geeta appeared, surprised to see her. "Oh, Swaroopa, you are here! I didn't know you would come," she said, glancing at Gautam.

Gautam greeted them, and Swaroopa introduced her son. "This is my son, Sriram. We are looking for a house. How much is the rent?" she asked.

Gautam led them to see the house, which Geeta had shown Swaroopa last week. They liked it, and as they discussed the details, Geeta couldn't help but notice Sriram. He was tall, with nice curly hair and well-defined arms, a college student with a charming face. When he looked at Geeta, she felt a strange flutter in her heart, a mix of shyness and intrigue.

After discussing the rent, Gautam asked, "When will you move in?"

Sriram replied, "Brother, our old house will be demolished in another ten days. I have my degree semester exams starting tomorrow. We will finish our exams in about five days. If we come the next day, it will disturb my studies while shifting."

"Yes, studying is important, Sriram. If that's the case, come next week to see the house. If you need anything, call me. Geeta will also be available in the evening; you can ask her," Gautam said, handing over his phone number.

Once they left, Geeta spent time chatting with Vimala while Gautam stayed at home, watching something on TV. 

That night, after dinner, they went to bed. 

The next morning, Geeta prepared everything and kissed Gautam before leaving for college.

"Why are you walking when you have a car?" he asked, noticing her choice.

"It's nearby; I just have to cross the road. Why take the car for such a short distance? Besides, walking feels good," she replied, her heart light.

"Hmm... your choice," Gautam said, shrugging.

On her way, Geeta spotted  rose plant with no flowers. She thought they might have been picked and decided to leave it be.

As soon as she stepped inside the college gate, Bharat ran up to her, excitement radiating from him. "Good morning, Miss," he said, his face beaming.

Geeta smiled at his cheerful demeanor. "Good morning, Bharat. Haven't you gone to class yet?" she asked.

Bharat stretched out his right hand, presenting her with a rose. "Miss, this rose is for you."

Geeta's lips curved. She loved roses, and Bharat seemed to know that, having given her one for the second time. She noticed how attentive he had been in class lately, and she found herself developing a fondness for him.

"Why did you bring me a flower, Bharat?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Miss, I told you that day, you look very beautiful. Whenever I see a rose on my way to college, I think of you. That's why I brought it," he explained, his eyes shining with admiration.

"Thank you so much, Bharat," Geeta replied, tucking the flower into her hair. 

Bharat's gaze lingered on her, and she felt a warmth spread through her. Just then, he smiled, and Geeta couldn't help but smile back playfully before walking away.

During the morning break, Bharat came to the staff room where Geeta was standing. "What is it, Bharat?" she asked, noticing him approach.

"Miss, you told me to go to tuition; whose place should I go to?" he asked, his expression earnest.

"Go to the physics teacher," Geeta suggested.

"Miss, he only teaches science; you teach math, right?" Bharat pointed out, and Geeta realized he had a point. 

"That's true, but I have never taught anyone tuition," she admitted.

"Miss, you teach math very well; I get scared of the science teacher," Bharat confessed, his eyes wide.

Geeta couldn't help but smile at his honesty. "Why, Bharat?" she asked, intrigued.

"I can't talk to him like I can with you," he replied, his sincerity touching her.

"Alright, Bharat, I’ll be tutoring you from now," she said, her heart softening.

Bharat's eyes sparkled with joy at her agreement. "Thank you, Miss," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

As he was about to leave for class, he turned back, a thought striking him. "Miss, I don't know your house."

Geeta smiled, "Oh Bharat, come with me to our house this evening; you can see it, and from tomorrow, you can come for tuition."

"Okay, Miss," he replied, his excitement palpable.

In the evening, Bharat stood waiting for Geeta in front of the college gate, looking around eagerly. "I am waiting for you, Miss," he said, his voice bright.

They walked together, and Geeta looked beautiful in her green saree. Bharat was captivated by her, feeling an urge to see more of her. He walked slowly, lost in thought, while Geeta led the way, unaware of his gaze.

As they reached Geeta's house, Bharat said, "Miss, I will leave now; I will come tomorrow."

"Come inside, Bharat, just for a moment," Geeta invited, her heart racing.

Once inside, Gautam was there. Seeing Bharat, Gautam asked, "Who is this boy?"

Geeta replied, "He is from my class; I asked him to come for tuition. He is in the 10th grade."

"Oh, he should study well, boy," Gautam said, his tone encouraging.

"Sure, sir," Bharat replied, his respect for Gautam evident.

"Can I ask you something?" Gautam continued.

"Please go ahead, sir," Bharat said, eager to respond.

"Since the lady of the house is alone, you should help her with some small tasks now and then," Gautam suggested, a smile on his face.

Geeta interjected, "What are you saying? Can’t I do my own work?"

Gautam chuckled, and Bharat looked confused.

"He is quite tall; he is just a kid. What’s your name boy?" Gautam asked.

"Bharat, sir," he replied.

"Madam, whatever you ask him to do, he will do it," Gautam assured her.

"Definitely, sir," Bharat added, his enthusiasm evident.

Geeta sighed, "You are saying this, but Bharat, you should come tomorrow evening at 7, okay? From 7 to 9."

"Okay, Miss, I will come. Bye," Bharat said, waving as he left.

After Bharat departed, Gautam turned to Geeta. "Get ready quickly; let’s go to the movie for the second show."

"But it’s so sudden," Geeta protested.

"Come on, hurry up," Gautam urged, his excitement infectious.

"Alright, I will be ready in a moment," she relented, her heart fluttering at the thought of spending time with him.

They went to the theater, bought tickets, and entered the dimly lit room. There weren't many people inside, and they settled in the corner of the front row, where a couple was already seated, lost in their own world.

The man had his arm around his wife, kissing her neck before the show even started. Geeta thought, "Oh, this guy seems to have come for that purpose; they chose the corner seat for that reason. How romantic."

As she was lost in thought, Gautam wrapped his arm around Geeta's shoulders, pulling her close. His hand rested on her shoulder, and she felt a warmth spread through her as the show began, the screen lighting up their faces with flickering shadows.

In that moment, Geeta felt a mix of excitement and contentment, knowing that their journey together was just beginning.

“ In the theatre, the AC was on, and as it touched my neck coolly, it felt refreshing. At that moment, he wrapped his warm arms around my neck. I leaned in closer and rested on his chest. Honestly, if there was no handle between the two seats, I would have wanted to hug him tightly. The movie started, and we were watching. He placed his hand on me, but even after ten minutes, he didn't do anything else. I thought he might be waiting for my permission, so I pressed my left hand against him. Still, there was no response. He was engrossed in the movie. Then, as I was looking ahead, I noticed a couple sitting in front of us also sitting closely together. He, too, had his right hand on his wife, just like Gautam had on me. I was watching. That hand was moving. Why was it moving? That question piqued my curiosity at that moment.

After a while, he leaned forward and rested his head on her thigh. I realized she had closed her eyes. Her head had tilted and fallen back against the seat. For a moment, it moved. I understood that her thighs were trembling. I could imagine he was caressing her waist.

I wasn't watching the movie; I was watching them. I noticed he got up from his seat and sat on his knees in front of her. I didn't know if anyone else was watching, but I was only watching them. She had her hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer, her eyes closed, and her lips quivering as if she was about to kiss him. In that darkness, I couldn't see clearly, but I could imagine the girl's situation, holding her breath, moving her body against his, swaying in the seat.

Gautam had his arms around me, but he didn't look at me even once; they both were not watching the movie at all; they were in another world.

Meanwhile, the lights came on for the interval, and they quickly sat up straight, and she adjusted her hair.

After the interval, it was the same thing again; he had his hand on her, resting his head against hers, kissing her cheeks. She also turned and kissed him back. Her right hand was moving on his left side. There was a handle in between, so there was no chance to hold her waist. I was astonished; in the dark, he had his hand on her waist, and with his right hand, he was squeezing her breast. That's why she was swaying comfortably in her seat. Suddenly, she pushed him away, and they both seemed to have a conversation and got up to leave. I knew they couldn't hold back any longer; they would go home and dancing in bed. ”

I was left watching the movie, which had turned into a bit of comedy, laughing to myself. Gautam didn't even give me a single kiss. I didn't feel like being there at all; I was just there for Gautam. The movie ended. On the way home, we had dinner at a restaurant and then went to bed.

The next day, he was as enthusiastic about me as he was the day before, but not today. I fell asleep thinking about why he was disturbed.

As I was watching, a week passed, and tomorrow he would leave. The same 2 minutes of Maggie happened yesterday. In reality, it wasn't even 2 minutes; I didn't say anything. My husband gives me everything, but he doesn't give me that, and I feel a lot of dissatisfaction. ”

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The next day,

Gautam: Geeta, I will leave, be careful.

Geeta: Call me after you reach there.

Gautam: Hmm... I will.

Geeta stood with her face downcast. Lifting her head slightly,

Gautam: What's wrong?

Geeta: nothing.

She submerged her thoughts.

They both hugged. Gautam kissed Geeta.

Gautam: Well, I will leave, be careful.

Geeta: Yes... you be careful.

Gautam left. Geeta locked all the doors, feeling a bit sad when her husband was away, and when he was home, he didn't pay as much attention as she thought. But she loved him; Geeta loved him a lot. She told herself that as time passes, everything would settle for better, and with that thought, she fell asleep.

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Gautam went to Dubai. Won’t return for next four months; what winds would tickle Geetha’s desperation in meantime?

[Naga240]

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[Haran000]

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[Haran000]

2. Tuition 

On a typical Monday, Geetha found herself at the movies with Gautam, enjoying a brief escape from her routine. The following day, Bharat was expected for tuition, but he failed to show up, leaving Geetha puzzled.

By Wednesday, Geetha was still wondering about Bharat's absence. As she walked home that evening, she spotted him in front of the college, browsing a book stall. She called out to him, curious of yesterday’s absence.

"Hey, Bharat! You said you would come for tuition, right? Why didn't you come yesterday?" she asked.

Bharat replied, "Miss, my mom said I shouldn’t start a new on Tuesday."

"Oh, right," Geetha acknowledged.

"I'll come today, Miss. Will you be there?" Bharat asked, his tone hopeful.

"Yes, I will be there. Come by 6:30," she confirmed.

"Okay, Miss. I will go now," he said, waving goodbye.

After Bharat left, Geetha received a phone call from Gautam.

"Geetha, are you returning?" he asked.

"Uh... I just came out of college," she replied.

" Buy some tea powder from the supermarket on the way," Gautam instructed.

"I will bring," she promised.

As she walked ahead, a red car suddenly stopped in front of her, causing her to drop her purse. The driver quickly exited the vehicle, apologizing, "Sorry, I didn't see you. I didn't expect you to turn this way."

Geetha looked into his eyes, momentarily lost in thought. He smiled, and as he bent down to retrieve her purse, he handed it to her, gently holding her right hand. His sharp beautiful eyes and warm smile captivated her, snapping her back to reality.

"It's okay, just be careful when stopping in front of the shop," she managed to say.

"Hmm... Okay. I was in a bit of a hurry," he replied, glancing at her from head to toe, making her feel self-conscious.

As she entered the store, he turned to look at her one last time. Inside, he found her reaching for an item on a high shelf, her waist visible as she stretched body upward. Feeling embarrassed, he quickly looked away.

Geetha grabbed a cumin packet and noticed him lost in thought. She adjusted her saree, and when she looked up, their eyes met again. "Is he looking at me, or is it just my imagination?" she wondered, adjusting her hair. Just then, he caught her gaze, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

He had a birthmark in his right eye, which intrigued her. He looked to be around her age, and his smile made her want to keep looking. However, she turned away, feeling it was inappropriate. As she walked back towards the counter, they accidentally bumped into each other. Her shoulder brushed against his chest, and his lips grazed her forehead like a feather. A wave of sensation rippled through her body, and when his warm breath brushed against her nose, it felt like a gentle breeze, causing a drop of sweat to slide down.

As she stumbled to the side, he instinctively caught her waist, stabilizing her stance. She gasped softly at his touch, and the counter boy, witnessing the moment, thought she had stumbled. Once she regained her balance, he let go, though the encounter lasted only a few seconds.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't expect you to come this way. It was unintentional," he said, looking flustered.

Geetha was at a loss for words, her gaze still fixed on him. Her mind was racing, and without realizing it, she placed the cumin packet and the Red Label tea powder on the counter. He noticed her staring, but it seemed he was in a hurry.

"Please, can you bill me quickly? I have a flight to catch," he said.

"No problem, go ahead," Geetha replied adjusting.

After he was billed and left, Geetha decided to head home. 

Upon reaching home, she found Gautam in the kitchen boiling milk. After washing her hands, she looked at him.

"I was supposed to bring it, right?" she asked.

"Hmm... How was college?" Gautam inquired.

"It was the same as usual. I will make tea now," she replied, heading to the kitchen.

Gautam settled in the hall, and after preparing the tea, Geetha joined him. 

"Hmm... My mom also called and asked me to come over once. Should we go tomorrow? It will be nice if you come too," Geetha proposed.

"Shall we go? It's up to you," Gautam replied with a smile.

"Yes, we should go tomorrow," she confirmed.

"Okay," he agreed.

Later, Bharat arrived, standing at the entrance and glancing around. Gautam noticed him and called out, "Hey, come in. What are you looking at outside?"

Bharat looked around, unsure where to sit. He found a plastic stool next to the teapod and sat down, but Gautam insisted he sit on the sofa.

"Bharat, how can you study sitting on that stool?" Gautam asked.

Reluctantly, Bharat got up and sat next to Gautam, who had been watching TV. The large screen caught Bharat's attention.

Do they really have such a big TV at home?, he wondered.

Gautam switched off the TV, and Bharat took out a book, focusing on social studies. Gautam went outside, leaving Geetha to handle the kitchen. As she wiped the sweat from her forehead, Bharat glanced her way. Geetha raised her hand, and her waist became visible. She looked at Bharat but then lowered his head to focus on book.

Geetha approached Bharat, handing him the trigonometry notes. As she stretched, the damp patches of underarms on her cotton blouse caught Bharat's eye. Geetha adjusted her hair and checked the time on the wall clock, revealing more of her waist. Bharat's fingers twitched at the sight.

"Oh no, it's already seven. It's been half an hour since you came. What's going on?" Geetha asked, noticing Bharat's distraction.

Bharat quickly turned his gaze away and retrieved his math notes. 

"Did you write down the six formulas I told you about today?" Geetha asked.

"Yes, Miss," Bharat replied.

"Take page number 72 from the textbook and solve the first problem," she instructed.

In four minutes, Bharat solved the problem and showed it to her.

"Do another one. Solve all of them," Geetha said, moving closer to see his work.

After two minutes, she was still a bit far from him, and Bharat continued to solve the problems. Geetha was sweating, and he noticed a pleasant scent wafting from her. Despite his focus on the formulas, he felt a stirring within him when Geetha placed her hand on his shoulder.

"You're getting them one by one. You understood how to use the formulas, right?" she asked.

"Hmm... Miss," Bharat replied, trying to concentrate.

"Keep working, and if you have any doubts, ask," she encouraged, leaning back and closing her eyes.

Gautam entered and saw Bharat studying.

"Are you studying?" he asked.

"Yes, he is doing it slowly," Geetha replied.

"You know, Bharat, all these marks won't help you here," Gautam said.

"They will help engineering students, sir," Bharat countered.

"Who knows, kid," Gautam replied, picking up his laptop and heading to the bedroom.

Bharat asked Geetha for water, and she went to get it. As she walked to the kitchen, he took a deep breath, realizing he hadn't looked down yet. "Am I coming here to study or just to see her?" he thought.

Geetha returned with a glass of water, handing it to him. "Thanks, Miss," he said, gulping.

Geetha explained all the homework problems to Bharat, and as the clock ticked, she realized it was time for him to go home.

"Bharat, it's time to go home now. It's already 8:30," she said.

"Okay, Miss. Good night," he replied, standing up to leave.

As he was about to exit, Geetha called out, "Bharat, I won't be here for three days. I won't come to college either. We’ll resume tuition when I return."

"Okay, Miss," he said, feeling a mix of disappointment and anticipation.



The next day, Geetha went to her parents' house, staying there for three days. After returning home, she spent one night before Gautam left again.

On the day Gautam departed, Geetha chose not to go to college, her mind lingering on the events of the past few days and the unexpected connections she had formed.



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The sun shone brightly over the college as Geetha sat in her classroom, a sense of melancholy enveloping her.

 It was the fourth period, and she had just entered the class, taking her place at the front of the bench. 

“Today, there’s no class, so you can do whatever you like. If you make noise, I’ll send you out of the class,” she announced, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of playfulness. The students fell silent, some girls engrossed in drawing, while the boys at the back were absorbed in their games.

Geetha took out her phone and began chatting with Gautam, her fingers dancing over the screen. Meanwhile, Harish and Bharat, seated close together, leaned in to whisper, their heads almost touching.

“Hey, what happened? Miss isn’t teaching today,” Bharat asked.

“How would I know? Why are you asking me?” Harish replied, shrugging nonchalantly. “It would be nice if she taught, right ? ”

“Why?” Bharath shot back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You can see her waist, right?” Harish said, little naughtiness creeping onto his face.

“Hey, are you saying that about Miss?” Bharath exclaimed, feigning shock.

“If she bends down just once, it would be visible, oh my…” harish trailed off, lost in thought.

“But when she writes on the board, you can see her sweat. Um... you should check the smell there,” Bharath joked, wrinkling his nose.

“Ugh, why would you smell sweat?” Harish retorted, though a grin broke through.

“That’s what drives me crazy,” Bharat confessed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 

“Man, just the other day, I got crazy just looking at her. I wonder if I’ll get another chance in tuition today.”

“ Her husbands is lucky, man,” Harish replied, a hint of envy in his voice.

“Yeah, whenever they want, they can hold her waist and even kiss her,” Bharat added, his tone wistful.

“True, man. How is her waist so fair? Our classmates are not this sexy,” Harish remarked, his eyes glinting with admiration.

“Yeah, if you look closely, pants getting tight,” Bharat noted, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Hmm. If we get a chance, we should do something with Miss,” Harish suggested, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

“Hey, don’t say that, it’s wrong,” Bharat cautioned, though his tone lacked conviction.

“What’s wrong? You wouldn’t mind if someone said your waist looks good, would you?” Harish countered.

“I mean, I just want to kiss that waist once,” Bharat admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It would have been nice if Miss had come two years ago; she came to our college this year,” Harish said, a hint of regret in his voice.

“Why?” Bharat asked, genuinely curious.

“Once we finish 10th, we won’t see Miss again,” Harish replied, a note of sadness creeping in.

“True,” Bharat agreed, his mind racing with thoughts of the future.

“Okay, if she finds out we’re talking like this, she’ll send us out,” Bharat warned, a sense of urgency in his voice.

“I don’t like talking about Miss like this with Harish. I feel like my feelings for Miss should be mine alone. That’s why I didn’t even tell him that I go to tuition. Miss won’t tell anyone either,” Bharat thought to himself, a mix of confusion and longing swirling within him.

After class, Geetha left, and the two boys lingered, wishing for just a little more time. During lunch, they stepped outside, and Bharat picked a rose flower, a gesture that made Harish raise an eyebrow.

“Why did you pick that flower?” Harish asked.

“I’ll give it to Miss,” Bharat replied, a shy smile spreading across his face.

As they entered the college, they spotted Geetha heading towards the 8th class. Bharat approached her, holding out the flower.

“Miss, this is for you,” he said, his cheeks flushed with shyness.

“Oh, thanks, Bharat,” Geetha replied, her smile warm and genuine.

Just then, Harish, unable to contain himself, blurted out, “Miss, you look very sexy.”

Bharat’s eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t believe Harish had the audacity to say something like that. Geetha’s cheeks flushed, and she looked down, a mix of surprise and embarrassment washing over her.

“Oh, Hari, do you say that to anyone?” she asked, her voice playful yet slightly admonishing.

“But Miss, I couldn’t help but say that when I see you,” Harish replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Hey... go to class,” Geetha playfully threatened, her tone lightening the moment.

As they left, Bharat turned to Harish, his curiosity piqued. “What was that you said?”

“What’s wrong? I just said what I felt,” Harish shrugged, a nonchalant expression on his face.

“I wonder what Miss thought about being called sexy,” Bharat mused, his mind racing.

“If Miss gets angry, she’ll scold us. You gave her a flower, and I just praised her; it’s the same,” Harish reasoned.

“That’s true,” Bharat conceded, though a part of him still felt uneasy.


Later that evening, when Geetha returned home, she found Uday, Vimala’s husband waiting for her on the veranda. His gaze made her uncomfortable, and she quickly lowered her head, slipping inside. After tidying up, she settled down to watch TV, hoping to see Bharat before he arrived. Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Gautam.

“What are you doing, darling?” Gautam texted.

“Just sitting here,” Geetha replied.

“Has Bharat come?” Gautam inquired.

“Not yet,” she responded, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

“Should I call?” Gautam asked.

“Hmm…” she replied, her heart racing.

He initiated a video call, and Geetha’s face lit up as she saw him on the screen.

“Hello, tell me,” she said, settling in front of the TV.

“What are you watching on TV?” Gautam asked, his eyes searching hers.

“Just something I put on,” Geetha replied, twirling her hair absentmindedly.

Gautam noticed the sadness etched on her face. “What happened? You seem dull,” he said, concern lacing his voice.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Geetha insisted, though her tone betrayed her.

“Really? Okay,” Gautam replied, though he remained unconvinced.

“What are you doing?” Geetha asked, trying to shift the focus away from her feelings.

“Just a small issue in office, I got some free time. I haven’t finished yet,” he explained.

“Hmmm…” she murmured, her mind wandering.

“Want to know what I’m eating?” Gautam asked, a playful tone returning to his voice.

He showed her a box with a lid, and Geetha’s curiosity piqued. “Oh, what’s so special about it?” she asked.

He opened it, revealing the sweet delicacy inside. “Putharekulu,” he announced proudly.

{Putharekulu, a sweet famous in Telugu states.}

“Are they available in Dubai too?” Geetha asked, her interest growing.

“No, they’re not. A new Telugu family moved into the flat next to mine. They brought some sweets today and gave me two pieces,” Gautam explained.

“Um... what else?” Geetha pressed, eager to hear more.

“They also gave some to you, right?” Gautam teased.

“Come and feed me after coming from Dubai,” Geetha replied, a playful smile gracing her lips.

“Don’t joke, we’ll both eat together when I’m with you,” Gautam promised.

“Hmmm, that’s true,” Geetha agreed, her heart warming at the thought.

Just then, Bharat arrived, slipping inside after removing his shoes. He spotted Geetha talking to Gautam and made his way over, a bright smile on his face.

“ Hey Bharath, what’s special today? ” Goutham asked.

“Talking to you on video call is today’s special, sir,” Bharat said, his tone light and teasing.

Geetha and Gautam exchanged smiles, the warmth of their friendship evident.

“Wow, you’re speaking well,” Gautam complimented.

“Yeah…” Bharat replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Okay, I’ll do call later,” Geetha said, preparing to end the call.

As she was about to cut the call, Bharat thought to himself, “In another four days, FA  exams are coming; I need to study well. I can’t see Miss, so I should study.”

“Bharat, do you want tea?” Geetha suggested, her voice breaking through his thoughts.

“I mean, Miss, that’s too much,” Bharat replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

“What’s wrong? Just tell me,” Geetha pressed, her tone encouraging.

“You drink, Miss, why should I?” Bharat countered, unsure.

“Why the hesitation, Bharat? Stay, I’ll get you tea. Don’t be afraid; this isn’t college. Just be casual,” Geetha insisted, her smile reassuring.

With that, she got up to make tea, her loose saree flowing gracefully behind her. Bharat’s heart raced as he watched her move, the fabric accentuating her figure in a way that made him feel both excited and nervous. 

When Geetha returned with the tea, she handed a cup to Bharat. “Here you go, Bharat,” she said, her voice warm.

“Thanks, Miss,” he replied, taking the cup with his right hand. He inhaled the steam, savoring the aroma before taking a sip. 

“Mmm... Miss, what a taste! I’ve never tasted such delicious tea before,” Bharat exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with delight.

Geetha felt a blush creep onto her cheeks at his compliment. 

“Mmm... Miss, the smell  is super, that’s all,” Bharat added, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Stop it, Bharat, is it really that good? My husband never said anything like that,” Geetha replied, a playful smile on her lips.

“What? No, Miss, I really think this is the first time I’ve tasted such rich and strong tea,” Bharat insisted, his sincerity shining through.

“Enough of your flattery; focus on your books. The FA exams are in four days,” Geetha reminded him, her tone shifting to one of seriousness.

“Miss, you’ll make the question paper, right? You can tell me few,” Bharat asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Geetha’s expression turned serious as she looked at him. “Hey, Bharat, that’s wrong. Cheating is not allowed. You should practice; if you do, you’ll get the same questions,” she admonished gently.

“But Miss, I’m not good at math,” Bharat confessed, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Why not? You did it yesterday,” Geetha challenged, her brow furrowing in concern.

“I don’t know; I’m afraid it won’t come in the exam. I still have to study other subjects,” Bharat explained, his voice dropping.

“You should study math here for these three days; I’ll help you. Once you go home, you can study other subjects,” Geetha offered, her tone encouraging.

“Hmmm... okay, Miss,” Bharat agreed, feeling a surge of determination.

As they studied, Geetha sat beside Bharat, her presence sending a rush of warmth through him. He felt his heart race as her hand brushed against him, the proximity igniting a whirlwind of emotions. Despite the temptation to reach out and touch her waist, he focused on his studies, reminding himself of the importance of the upcoming exams.

Suddenly, Geetha’s phone rang, breaking the moment. She stood up to answer it and stepped outside, leaving Bharat to gather his thoughts. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of feelings within him as he picked up his chemistry book.

After half hour, Geetha returned, her demeanor relaxed as she drank some water and sat down beside Bharat. “What are you studying now? Chemistry? Let me ask you some questions,” she said, her voice brightening the room.

Bharat handed over his notes, and Geetha quizzed him on five questions. He managed to answer three, and after encouraging him to keep studying, she headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

As the clock struck nine, Bharat realized it was time to leave. “Miss, I’m leaving,” he said, standing up.

“Oh, okay, Bharat, be careful on the road,” Geetha replied, her voice laced with concern.

“Yeah, Miss, bye, good night,” Bharat said, his heart heavy as he stepped out, the day’s events swirling in his mind. 

As he walked home, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this day, filled with laughter, admiration, and unspoken emotions, would linger in his heart for a long time to come.

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To be continued…………

[Projectmp]

Amazing story and super buildup. Eagerly waiting for next update

[nallapaiyan2]

New to english stories - just got to read as it is starting now , excellent piece of work.

beautiful buildup - i am fond of sneaky teasing like during video call with her husband, try to have that in future

[Haran000]

Amazing story and super buildup. Eagerly waiting for next update

Thanx so much 

[Haran000]

New to english stories - just got to read as it is starting now , excellent piece of work.

beautiful buildup - i am fond of sneaky teasing like during video call with her husband, try to have that in future

Thanx alot 

[Haran000]

Geetha stepped into the college campus, her blue churidar gracefully dbanging around her figure, accentuating her curves in a way that turned heads. The dupatta flowed elegantly over her soft silhouette, while mangalsutra adorned her neck, complemented by small, delicate earrings and a watch on her left wrist. A clay bangle on her right wrist, a designer bracelet, and a lotus-shaped clip in her hair, tied with a blue ribbon, completed her enchanting look.

As she made her way through the crowd, Bharat stood waiting for her. The moment he spotted her, he felt a jolt of surprise; it was the first time he had seen Geetha in a churidar, and for a fleeting moment, he thought she was someone else entirely. Nevertheless, he approached her when she called out.

“Good morning, Miss,” he greeted, his voice laced with a hint of admiration.

“Yes... Did you study social yesterday? You didn’t come for tuition,” Geetha replied, her mischievous smile catching Bharat’s attention.

“I did study, Miss,” he responded, curiosity piqued by her playful demeanor.

“What’s up, Miss? You seem to be lost in thought and smiling to yourself. Did Sir tell a joke this morning?” Bharat asked, assuming her smile was inspired by their teacher, Gautam. In truth, it was Sriram who had occupied her thoughts.

“No, Bharat, why do you think that?” Geetha replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I don’t know, it just seemed that way,” he shrugged.

“Okay, Bharat,” she said, and together they entered the classroom.

That day, Geetha took on the role of invigilator, and as she entered the room, Bharat couldn’t help but smile at her. His cute grin elicited a squint and a smile in return from Geetha, creating a moment of shared warmth. While distributing the exam papers, Geetha found herself stealing glances at Bharat, her gaze lingering longer than intended. When she placed a paper in front of him, he couldn’t help but think, *Why is it that the teacher is so beautiful? I like her, and I want to be with her. She teaches me well, and because of her, I have started studying properly. But my feelings for her grow stronger every day. I know she likes me as a student, but I don’t see her as just a teacher; I have feelings for her that I don’t have for any other girl.*

After handing out the papers, Geetha playfully shrugged her shoulders and smiled before moving on to the other students. As the exam hour began, she distributed the question papers, but Bharat’s focus was solely on her. When Geetha noticed him looking, she nodded as if to say, “Write.” He quickly lowered his head, trying to concentrate on the questions. However, every time he glanced up, he found Geetha’s eyes on him, and each time, he felt a rush of attention.

Later that evening, as Bharat walked with a friend, Geetha called out to him. “Bharat, come here for a moment?”

“Let’s meet tomorrow, bye,” he replied, but curiosity drew him closer.

“Bharat, can you help me with market?” she asked.

“ I will come,” he said, eager to assist.

Together, they walked to the market, where Geetha filled a bag with groceries. When the bag became heavy, Bharat offered to carry it, but Geetha insisted on holding it herself. “Thanks, Bharat, for coming when I asked,” she said, her gratitude evident.

“Miss, you live alone at home; it must be difficult for you to do all this. I don’t mind helping you with small things, as Sir said to help you if you need anything,” Bharat replied, his sincerity warming Geetha’s heart.

After returning home, Bharat quickly fetched a glass of water for Geetha. “Thanks, Bharat,” she said, taking a sip.

“Don’t thank me, Miss. You teach me tuition without taking a fee. Helping you with small things is not a big deal,” he replied modestly.

“Are you going anywhere during the holidays?” Geetha asked as he prepared to leave.

“No, Miss,” he answered.

Geetha held his hand, pulling him closer. “Bharat, this Saturday I need to buy some clothes; will you come shopping with me?”

Bharat was taken aback; he never expected such a friendly invitation from Geetha. “Miss, don’t you have any friends? Why me?” he asked, a hint of hesitation in his words.

“I don’t have anyone, Bharat; you can come,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with sincerity.

“I will come, Miss,” he said, feeling a rush of excitement.

Geetha leaned in slightly, a playful smile on her lips. “Why were you looking at me like that in class today?”

“That, Miss, is...” he stammered, caught off guard.

“Tell me,” she urged.

“Miss, you looked very cute today; you looked just like the girls in our class in that churidar, even more charming ” he confessed, his cheeks flushing with admiration.

Geetha turned her face away, feeling shy yet pleased. 

“How can you be so cute?” Bharat asked, his admiration evident.

“Bharat, you are talking too much,” she teased.

“Sorry, Miss,” he replied, realizing he might have overstepped.

“Oh, I was just joking; why apologize?” she said, her tone lightening.

“I thought you might be angry,” he admitted.

“Hmmm... no,” she replied, her voice softening.

“Miss, I want to ask you something,” Bharat said, his heart racing.

“What is it, Bharat?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Miss... can I touch your face once?” he blurted out, standing up and moving back to the sofa.

Geetha looked at him, a mix of surprise and amusement on her face. “Come here, Bharat.”

“No, Miss, you will hit me,” he protested, a playful grin on his face.

“If you don’t come, I will hit you,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Reluctantly, he approached and sat beside her. Geetha stretched her hand and playfully pinched his thigh with two fingers.

“Ah..., I’m sorry, Miss,” he exclaimed, a smile breaking across his face.

Geetha’s laughter filled the room, and for a moment, they both shared a calm, joyful silence. “Am I really cute?” she asked, her voice soft.

“I told you, Miss, you are very cute,” he affirmed, raising his hand in front of her face.

With a nervous tremor, he touched Geetha's left cheek with his index finger and thumb, feeling a new, unknown sensation wash over him. “Miss, you are very soft,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Geetha blushed, a smile spreading across her face. 

“I don’t know why I feel this way, but I couldn’t stop myself from saying it,” Bharat confessed, immediately.

Geetha waited eagerly.

“Miss, I feel like I want a cute girlfriend like you,” he added, the words tumbling out before he could think.

Geetha’s eyes widened in shock, and Bharat realized he had crossed an unspoken boundary. “Bharat, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Startled, he stood up. “I will leave, Miss,” he said, his heart pounding.

“Wait...” she called after him, her voice softening.

He turned to look at her, uncertainty etched on his face.

“You are a good boy, Bharat; you will definitely find a nice cute girlfriend,” she reassured him, her words wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

Bharat felt a surge of happiness at her words. “Thanks, Miss; well, I will leave now,” he said, a smile returning to his face.

“Okay, go, don’t forget tomorrow,” Geetha reminded him.

“Yes, Miss, bye...” he replied, stepping out of her home with a heart full of hope.

Once he left, Geetha stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection in the  blue Punjabi dress with a dupatta. “Do I really look like a college girl as he said? Did I look that way in this dress today? That boy said that he likes me,” she mused, a smile creeping onto her lips.

In a moment of spontaneity, she grabbed her phone, clicked a photo, and sent it to Gautam. 

Almost instantly, her phone rang, and Gautam’s voice filled her ears.

“Geetha, what’s up? You look so cute!” he exclaimed, his tone brimming with excitement.

“Do I really look good?” she asked, her heart fluttering at his compliment.

“If you didn’t, why would I say that? You look adorable; it’s been so long since I saw you in a churidar like that,” Gautam replied, making her cheeks flush with happiness.

“Yes... By the way, Bharat just told me, ‘Miss, you look very cute,’ that’s why I told you,” she shared, her voice light.

“You really look good. If I were there, I would have hugged you so much,” Gautam said, his words sending a thrill through her.

“Stop it, that’s enough,” she laughed, feeling a mix of joy and embarrassment.

“What else?” he pressed.

“Nothing, the exams are over today; we have a four-day holiday,” she replied.

“Are you going anywhere?” he asked.

“No,” she answered.

“Geetha, you should also plan to come here for a few days,” he suggested, igniting a spark of excitement within her.

“Really, please, please plan quickly; I want to come,” she urged, her heart racing at the thought.

“Yes, I’m thinking of shifting to another flat here; once I get there, I will make arrangements for you,” Gautam promised.

“I really want to come to you,” she said, her voice filled with longing.

“Me too; let’s do it,” he replied, his enthusiasm matching hers.

“By the way, I just went to the market; I will finish up and call you again,” Geetha said, her mind racing with thoughts of the day.

After changing her clothes and completing some household chores, she settled in front of the TV in the hall, her heart still fluttering from the day’s events.


The night air hung heavy, a silent witness to the intimate exchange unfolding between Gautam and Geetha.

"What did you whip up tonight?" Gautam’s voice, a familiar comfort, drifted through the phone.

" spinach fry," Geetha replied, her tone soft.

"Is Bharat coming for tuition?" he asked, his thoughts shifting to the young boy.

"Not now. He's on holiday for four days," Geetha explained. "I’m buying clothes tomorrow, so I asked him to tag along."

A ripple of curiosity touched Gautam’s voice. "What kind of clothes are you buying now?"

Geetha’s answer was delivered with a slight hesitation, "The inner ones."

A mischievous grin spread across Gautam’s face, visible even through the video call. "Hmm... wouldn’t that boy figure out your sizes then?"

Geetha’s voice held a touch of exasperation. "What makes you think like that? Besides, he's just a tenth-grader."

"Hey," Gautam interjected, a playful warning in his tone, "he may be in tenth grade, but in two months, he’ll be eighteen, mind you. My concern is whether he's checking out your figure when you're not looking."

"What are you even thinking, darling?" Geetha asked, a hint of discomfort in her voice. "Should I just stop tutoring him then?"

"Hey, can I tell you something?" Gautam pressed.

"What?" she prompted.

"What if we test whether he's looking at you or not?"

Geetha’s voice rose slightly in alarm. "What? No, why would you even suggest that? Aren’t you bothered if strangers look at your wife?"

Gautam's voice softened, laced with genuine admiration. "My wife is so beautiful, hmm...? Could anyone truly resist looking at you?"

A blush crept over Geetha’s cheeks.
"What are you saying, perv hubby…" she mumbled, shyly.

"Hey… stand still," Gautam commanded playfully.

"Why?" she asked, a ripple of anticipation in her voice.

"I’ll tell you, just stand there."

Geetha, with a mix of curiosity and compliance, propped her phone against a box on the table and positioned herself in front of it.

"What? You seem to have lost a little weight," Gautam observed, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Geetha’s face flushed crimson, her gaze dropping. "That’s… on purpose…" she confessed in a whisper.

"Why?" Gautam asked, genuinely puzzled. "You were fine. Did anyone say you gained weight?"

"No," she admitted. "I just thought it would be good to lose a little."

"Ha," Gautam mused. "I even thought of saying something when we met last time, but it didn't seem necessary."

"Don't you want me to?" she asked, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

"That's enough, Geetha," Gautam affirmed, his voice firm yet gentle. "You look beautiful just like this. Don't get any thinner."

"As you wish," she acquiesced, her tone laced with affection.

"Take off your saree," Gautam's voice, now laced with a hint of command, resonated through the phone.

"Oh, what?" Geetha gasped, a nervous flutter in her voice.

"Oh, come on, take it off," he urged.

"If I take it off...?" she teased, a new boldness emerging.

"Why are you asking like it’s new for us?" Gautam retorted, a playful exasperation in his tone.

Geetha glanced towards a box on the other side, a flicker of panic in her eyes as she nervously shielded her face.

Gautam noticed her hesitation. "What are you looking at over there? What’s there?" he prompted, his voice laced with curiosity.

"That’s..." she began, her voice trailing off.

"Tell me..."

With a trembling hand, Geetha picked up the box, still trying to hide her face from Gautam. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw it. A touch of sadness flickered in his gaze, but he quickly masked it with a smile, for her sake. On the box, emblazoned in bold letters, were the words: "VIBRATOR, MASSAGER WITH 5 MODES OF PLEASURE MOTION."

"Naughty girl," Gautam chuckled, a mix of amusement and affection in his voice.

"Is it okay with you?" Geetha asked, her voice laced with apprehension. "I was scared of what you'd say."

"What would I say?" Gautam scoffed gently. "It's your choice. So, since I'm not there, you’ll use that, uh?"

"That’s..." Geetha stammered, her cheeks burning.

"Take it out," Gautam instructed, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. "Turn it on."

Geetha’s embarrassment intensified. She quickly put the box aside, snatched her phone, and exclaimed, "Do you even know what you're asking? I’m already stressed about why I even bought it, and in front of you, ugh..."

"Why are you stressed? Take it out," Gautam urged, his voice soft but firm. "If not, why did you buy it then?"

"I don't know," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"Will you do what I say?" Gautam asked, his voice a gentle persuasion.

"Yes, I will," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound resolve.

"Then take it out and turn it on."

"Oh, no, I can't," Geetha protested, a wave of shyness washing over her.

"If you can't, why did you buy it?" Gautam’s voice held a hint of amusement, then he commanded, "Geetha, look here."

Blushing furiously, she met his gaze.

"First, untie your saree," he instructed, his voice a low thrum.

"No, darling," she pleaded, her voice a soft protest.

"Hey, you just said you’d do whatever I tell you," Gautam reminded her gently.

"Hmm..." she conceded, a sigh escaping her lips.

Slowly, deliberately, she pulled down the end of her saree. It slid down, settling on her waist. Geetha’s neck, the curve of her shoulders, and the upper swell of her waist gleamed with a pristine, almost ethereal creaminess.

"Now, take off the entire saree and put it aside," Gautam instructed, his voice a husky whisper, "and stand."

She obeyed, her movements fluid and graceful.

"Take off the bottom one too," he urged, his voice barely audible.

"Hmm..." she assented, her breath catching in her throat.

With a soft tug, she untied her petticoat and let it fall to the floor. Geetha’s vanilla thighs, now fully exposed, ignited a hunger deep within Gautam.

"Now, take that," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

Geetha’s hands trembled, but she picked up the device, her fingers brushing against its smooth surface. She sat down, placing it between her legs.

"I can’t see," Gautam’s voice was a low growl.

"Oh, I’m shy," Geetha whispered, her cheeks burning.

"Alright then, I’ll call tomorrow. Bye," Gautam threatened playfully.

"Wait, wait..." she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation.

"Then move back a little."

Geetha shifted, settling back, the device nestled between her thighs. Gautam could now clearly see Geetha's pristine skyblue panty. He unzipped his own pants, a primal urge surging through him as he watched his wife, stroking his already engorged penis.

"Ahh... Geetha," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire, "turn it on and put it there."

Geetha pressed the button on the device. A soft hum filled the air as it vibrated to life. 

Unable to contain herself, Geetha lightly pressed it against her vulva lips, through her panty. A jolt, like an electric current, coursed through her body.

"Ahh... shh..." she gasped, retreating it.

Geetha’s spontaneous action fueled Gautam’s desire. He began to stroke himself with renewed vigor.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Oh no, not this," Geetha moaned, a mixture of pleasure and apprehension in her voice.

"Put it on again," he encouraged.

She picked it up once more, pressing it against herself as before.

"Ahh..." she whimpered, her body arching slightly.

"Don't take it off," Gautam commanded, his voice firm but gentle. "Keep it there."

The device continued its gentle vibration against Geetha's vulva lips, through her panty decreasing the sensitivity. Geetha’s nerves thrummed with sensation. Moaning softly, she clutched the bed, leaning back and swaying with the rhythm of the vibrations.

"Ahh... Mmm... Aha... Ahh..." she cried out, her voice a symphony of pleasure.

Gautam continued to stroke himself, his eyes fixed on Geetha, urging her on. "Ha... H... Ha... Yes... Keep it like that, just press it."

Geetha’s entire body tingled with sensation. "Ahh... Ahh..." she moaned, her voice filled with ecstasy.

Her left hand, almost instinctively, reached for her left breast, squeezing it gently.

"Take off your blouse, Geetha, hmm..." Gautam whispered, his voice a husky plea.

Without a moment's hesitation, she swiftly unhooked the three fasteners. Her blouse fell open, revealing her coconut plum breast bums, pushing against her bra, swelling with each heavy breath. The sight ignited a fiery passion within Gautam, his blood surging through his veins.

"Ahh... Amma... Mmm..." she groaned, her voice a raw expression of pleasure.

She removed the device, taking a deep, ragged breath, and looked at Gautam, a shy smile playing on her lips. Gautam was still stroking himself. She placed the device back, closing her eyes, drawing up both her legs, lifting her thighs, and screaming loudly.

"Ahh... Ahh... Mmm..." she cried out, her voice a desperate plea for more.

"Ha... H... Ha..." Gautam echoed, his own pleasure nearing its peak, and he climaxed. 

Geetha, however, remained slumped back, the dildo still rubbing an inch up and down against her. 

She continued to squeeze one breast after another over her bra, swaying and moaning, lost in her own world of sensation.

"Ahh... Mmmmmm... Ha..." she whimpered, her voice a soft, continuous melody of pleasure.

She was oblivious to Gautam, completely absorbed in her own desire. Forgetting the world around her, she floated in pure bliss, carried away by the tremors on her vulva. "Ahh... Ha... Ha... Mmm... Yes..." she moaned, her voice a soft, satisfied sigh. Lust filled Gautam as he watched her, writhing on the bed, bending her legs, swaying. Her panty was soaked with her vaginal fluids, visibly wet, a testament to her intense arousal.

Gautam –

I couldn't believe it. Could Geetha hold back so much? I watched, mesmerized. She had the vibrator on, only over her panty. Her eyes were closed, her body moving back and forth on the bed, writhing, squeezing her breast. As she swayed like that, I found it hard to breathe. She lifted her waist and then dropped back down. The wetness of her panty intensified the friction. As I watched, she spread her legs, placing the vibrator beside her vulva lips and pressing it. She was breathing very heavily, her breasts swelling, her bra looking like it might snap from the pressure.

"Geetha, take off your bra," I whispered, the words tumbling from my lips.

No sooner had I spoken than she tugged at her bra, pulling it off. Her white, cheesy, lust-filled breasts sprang free. The sight caused me to harden again. Once more, I stroked my penis, my gaze fixed on my wife.

"Ahh... Ahh... Mmm..." she moaned, her voice a soft, continuous hum.

Suddenly, she began to tremble, her body convulsing. She bent both her legs, slowing down, gradually coming back to herself as her panty dripped wetness onto bedsheet.




Two minutes later, she sat up, re-hooked her bra, and put on her blouse. Gautam ejaculated again.

"Geetha, are you okay?" Gautam asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yes," she replied softly.

She reached for the blanket beside her and pulled it over herself.

"Go to sleep," Gautam said, his voice tender. "We'll continue tomorrow."

" Huh, okay, good night," she responded, a hint of exhaustion in her voice.
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To be continued…………

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Let’s see how the shopping goes with Bharath next day……..+++

[Haran000]

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[Naga240]

Update is so nice, progressing well

[nallapaiyan2]

superb update - dont know what geetha feeling for the guy - explain if possible

[Muthiah Sivaraman]

Awesome. dont make it underage content

[dragonslair]

great start

[Haran000]

Update is so nice, progressing well

Thank you

[Haran000]

superb update - dont know what geetha feeling for the guy - explain if possible

Definitely. Thanx

[Haran000]

Awesome. dont make it underage content

It won't be underage.. will know how in upcoming updates. Thank you

[Haran000]

great start

Thank you