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I smirk slightly, knowing she’s on the verge of giving in. I bring my lips close to hers, almost touching but not quite. Madam leans in, instinctively trying to close the gap between our lips. But just as her lips are about to meet mine, I teasingly pull away.
This act of pulling away ignites something in Madam. She lets out a soft, frustrated moan, her desire for me now outweighing her guilt. She tries to lift her head again to kiss me, but I hold her hands tighter, keeping her in place. “Not yet,” I whisper against her lips.
Teasing her with the closeness of my mouth but refusing to let her have what she wants. Madam’s frustration grows, and her voice becomes more pleading. “I … please… no, we can’t…” Her words still carry the weight of guilt, but her tone is full of desire. The battle between her mind and her body could be felt.
She struggles weakly against my hold on her wrists. But it’s clear she’s not trying very hard to free herself. “You don’t want me to stop,” I murmur, my breath hot against her lips, teasing her again. “I know you want this as much as I do.”
Madam’s eyes flutter open, meeting my intense gaze. Her voice trembles, “I shouldn’t… I’m married.” Her words come out almost as a plea, but the way her body is leaning into me tells a different story. I lower my face closer to hers, my lips once again hovering just above hers.
This time, Madam doesn’t resist. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, waiting for me to kiss her. But again, I pull away at the last moment, a playful but intense smile playing on my lips. Madam lets out a soft, desperate sound, her frustration and desire reaching a peak.
“I … um,” she whispers, her voice full of longing. Her earlier protests are now reduced to a faint memory. Her body arches toward me again, her lips parted, practically begging for my kiss. I finally close the gap, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
This time, the kiss is more intense, filled with the raw emotion building between us. Madam responds eagerly, her earlier protests forgotten as she loses herself in the moment. Our lips move together hungrily, and my grip on her wrists loosens as her hands move to my face, pulling me closer.
As our lips part briefly, Madam whispers breathlessly, her voice soft and trembling, “This is wrong… but I can’t stop… I need you.” Her confession hangs in the air, raw and vulnerable. But she has surrendered to her desires completely.
I smiled against her lips, knowing I had won the battle between her guilt and passion. “You’re mine now, Madam,” I whispered, my voice filled with confidence and possessiveness. Our lips meet again, the kiss more urgent this time, as we finally give in to the passion we’ve been fighting.
Our lips met again, this time with more urgency. The kiss was filled with the passion we’d both been trying hard to resist. It was like the floodgates had opened, and all the tension between us spilt over. The world outside faded as we lost ourselves in the moment.
Our bodies pressed close, the intensity growing with every second. But just as quickly as it had begun, reality came crashing back. My boss’s father called out from the living room. “It’s getting late for the temple! Hurry up! And Minu, what are you doing there? Bring tea for me!”
The sound jolted us both. Minu’s body stiffened, and in a panic, she pushed me hard. I stumbled backwards, catching myself on the edge of the bed. My breath was knocked out as she rushed to put on her nighty. Her hands trembled as she adjusted her messy hair, her face mixed with guilt and sadness.
Without a word, she hurried out of the room, leaving the file behind, forgotten in her hurry. I stayed there for a moment, trying to steady my racing heart. The atmosphere had shifted quickly, and the weight of what had just happened settled heavily on my chest.
After a few minutes, I pulled myself, dressed, and grabbed the file. Ten minutes later, I went downstairs, the tension lingering. When I reached her room to give her the file, she stood by the window, her back to me. Her shoulders shook slightly, and I realized she was crying.
Seeing her like that, vulnerable and broken, stirred something deep inside me. Without thinking, I walked up behind her and gently wrapped my arms around her waist. But before I could say anything, she twisted out of my embrace, her face a mix of anger and pain.
Her hand came up swiftly, slapping me across the face, the sting of it sharp and real. The shock of the moment hung between us. Her eyes filled with tears, yet fierce. I stood there, speechless, the slap reverberating through me as she stepped back, her breathing unsteady. She didn’t say a word, and neither did I.
The distance between us felt wider than ever, filled with regret, shame, and confusion. I left the room quietly, my mind racing and my heart heavy. I was sitting in the hall, waiting for my boss’s parents to get ready for the temple. I couldn’t shake the image of her crying by that window.
Anger simmered inside me, but it wasn’t directed at her. I understood the guilt and the inner turmoil she must have been going through. She was trapped between desire and duty, and now so was I. We went to the temple, but she did not join us, and the day passed like that.
Later, after a few weeks, I noticed Madam began to see the excitement and passion she yearned for in me. But she didn’t find it in her marriage with my boss. Being the idol of the life she fantasizes about, I become irresistible.
My bold, forward nature and with Madam made her heart race when I was near her alone. And soon, it was clear that we were both flirting with danger. My physicality, my sheer presence, contrasts My boss’s quiet, distant nature.
It fuels Madam’s desire even more, and she craves my company. She imagines herself living a life full of excitement, away from the humdrum routine she’s stuck in with my boss.
Once, it was a humid morning. The cook was on leave, and the house was quiet. After exercise, I entered the kitchen to get water and saw that Madam was cooking. Madam, dressed in a saree that highlights her beauty, catches my attention like never before.
She was standing in the kitchen, her back to the door, lost in thought, as she stirred the pot on the stove. The spices crackled in the oil, the scent of cumin and garlic filling the air. She wore a simple, loose-fitting saree, her hair tied messily in a bun, but a few loose strands had fallen across her face.
Her skin gleamed from the heat of the kitchen. I walked in, fresh from my exercise, my breath still uneven. I stopped for a moment in the doorway, watching her move around the kitchen. Something was captivating in how she carried herself — confident yet unaware of her beauty.
I moved closer, not saying a word until I stood right behind her. Madam felt me before she saw me. The heat of my body was so close to hers, and the scent of sweat was mixed with the freshness of soap. She froze for a moment, her fingers gripping the spoon, her heart skipping a beat.
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. Instead, my hand moved up to her face, and with deliberate slowness, I gently brushed away the loose strands of hair from her cheek. My fingers lingered, brushing against her skin lightly. I tucked the stray hair behind her ear.
The touch was tender, but it sent a shiver down her spine. Madam’s breath caught in her throat. The kitchen, the cooking, everything faded away in that moment. All that existed was my touch. I leaned in closer, my breath warm against her neck.
My lips hovered near her ear as if he might say something. But I didn’t. Instead, I pulled away just as suddenly as I had come close. Leaving her standing there, breathless and shaken.
Me: I’m heading to my room.
I left her standing there, heart racing, my footsteps fading down the hallway. Madam stood there momentarily, staring at the stove, trying to steady her breath. Anger flared up inside her. ‘How dare he touch me like that? How dare he leave me standing there, confused and shaken?’
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