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Part xxx - Nalini: Echoes in the Chamber - Her Current State Nalini lay motionless on the couch, her body a living testament to the trauma she had endured. Her sari, once a vibrant symbol of her heritage and pride, was now discarded and bunched around her waist, leaving her exposed and...

Part 11 - Nalini's Subtle Corruption The rustle of silk and the muted click of a closing drawer were the only sounds from the bedroom, a brief interlude in the suffocating silence. Nalini, her back to the drama unfolding in the living room, had just changed into a vibrant blue sari. The late...

Nalini's eyes gazed down at the hem of her garment, a dress that she had once felt beautiful in, but now seemed to taunt her. The fabric, which had once lightly brushed the top of her knees, now barely covered her legs, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was as if the dress, which...

Part 9 - Nalini's Suffocating Stilness The silence in the room was a suffocating blanket, heavy and thick, woven with unspoken intentions. It wasn't just the absence of sound, but a palpable presence, a third entity observing their bizarre tableau. Nalini's pulse hammered against her ribs, a...

Part 9 - Nalini's Temperature Test Anbu reached for the thermometer, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "We should redo the temperature test," he suggested, his voice casual, almost dismissive, as if discussing the weather and not a violation of personal space. "Under the arm, remember...

Nalini's Shaving Ordeal Continued As Teja took the razor from Anbu's outstretched hand, a shiver of anticipation, laced with a hint of trepidation, ran down her spine. Anbu's touch was usually light, a gentle caress. Teja's hands, however, were different. His grip was firmer, his movements more...

Part 8 - continued.. Anbu leaned in closer, his face only a few inches from her arm. She could see the stubble on his cheek, the sweat beading at his hairline, the fabric of his mask sticking to his skin, damp and clinging. The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, thick...

Part 8 - continued Anbu's eyes remained glued to her armpit, his gaze intense and focused. Nalini felt a bead of sweat trickle down her side, tracing a path from her ribs to the hollow beneath her arm, pooling in the crevice between her arm and her torso. Her heart thudded in her chest, the...

Part 8 - Nalini's Armpit Shave "Ma'am," Anbu's voice was low and insistent, a hushed whisper that seemed to vibrate only against her skin. His breath was warm, almost feverish, as it ghosted across the delicate curve of her ear. "For a more accurate reading, we need to ensure that the area is...

Part 7 continued Nalini took a deep breath and undid the first button. The fabric parted slightly, revealing the curve of her collarbone. She felt a rush of cool air, a stark contrast to the heat of their gazes. Anbu's eyes dropped to her chest, lingering for a moment before snapping...

Part 7 - Nalini's Regular Temperature Check "Ma'am," Anbu's voice was sudden, cutting through the tension. She turned to look at him, his hand outstretched, blocking Teja's approach. "Let's stick to the protocol," he said firmly. "The thermometer goes under the arm." Nalini's eyes darted...

Part 6 - Anbu and Teja It had been 30 minutes since Anbu and Teja entered her house, and the room felt like it had shrunk around them. The air was thick with tension and the faint scent of antiseptic that clung to their masks. Anbu's eyes searched hers, looking for a sign of understanding...

Part 5 - Planning the Downfall Her feet were silent on the tiles, the ankle bells on her feet the only sound in the quiet house. She could feel the warmth of his gaze, and a part of her wished she had chosen to wear something more substantial. But she had been caught off-guard by their visit...

Part 4 - Questioning Nalini Nalini swallowed, the mention of her husband's name bringing a lump to her throat. "Bangalore. He's been stuck there for work." Teja nodded, his eyes flicking down to his pad as he wrote. "Phone number?" His voice was professional, but there was a hint of kindness...

Part 3 - The 2 Strangers - continued Anbu, the younger of the two, couldn't have been more than twenty-five. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, held a mix of wariness and compassion behind the foggy plastic of his mask. His hands, rough and calloused, clutched the clipboard tightly. Teja, a few...