Hi andhariki na name Varun, 26 years old, Hyderabad lo oka software engineer. Nenu ee story rasthundi evaraina parichayam avtharu ani rasthunna.naku sex pichhi baga ekkuva so ee story chadivi evaraikaiana sex cheyyali anipisthe naku message cheyyandi..full g a enjoy cheddam..enjoy ani kadu full ga denginchukundham..nenu hyderabad lo untanu ..Hyderabad lo evaraina naku lage sex pichhi unte message cheyyandi..na mail id : Kvarunkumar2580@gmail.com .. naku google chat lo kani gmail lo kani message cheyyandi..ika story loki vellipodham.
Nenu Varun, 26 years old, Hyderabad lo oka software engineer. Na daily routine ante boring ga untundi morning alarm, office ki traffic, 9 to 6 coding, lunch box, konni reports, evening tea break, night lo Swiggy food or Netflix, then sleep. Repeat repeat ga life mechanical ayipoyindi. Weekends lo koncham photography chesta, DSLR tho city streets, festivals capture chestha. Adhe na passion.
Na apartment 8th floor lo untundi. Society decent ga undi, families plus bachelors mix. 5th floor lo Arun garu and his wife Meera aunty untaru. Arun garu oka finance consultant, chala strict and disciplined type. Always laptop, calls, schedules. Meera aunty around 31 years, calm aura, always simple sarees or churidars lo kanipistundi. Plants ki water chesthu balcony lo standing, smile tho andarini greet chesthundi. First impression perfect family, balanced life.Oka rainy evening, heavy thunderstorm lo current cut ayindi. Bored ga terrace ki vellanu DSLR tho lightning shots theeyali ani. Akkada surprise ga Meera aunty already unte. She smiled and said, “Varun, nuvvu photos love chesthav kada? Lightning shots try chesthava?” Nenu laugh chesi, “Ha aunty, patience ekkuva kavali.” A few minutes she stood there, breeze lo hair flying. Candid ga oka photo click chesa. Later guilt anipinchindi maybe too personal.
Next day corridor lo kalisam. She said, “Varun, lightning photo chala beautiful ga ochindi. Naaku share chesthava?” Shock ayya, “How did you know?” ani adiganu. She smiled, “Apartment WhatsApp group lo upload chesav kada? Adhi chaala touching ga anipinchindi. Sky lo chaos unna, photo lo beauty chupinchav.” na number 9154262324 call cheyyandi hyderabad lo naa laga evarikaian sex pichhi unte..baga denginchukundham..girls kani aunties kani message cheyyandi.That line lo depth undi. Appude realize ayya Meera aunty surface kaadu, deeper ga choostundi.
Small interactions start ayyayi. Groceries help, corridor lo short talks, committee events. Oka Sunday morning she asked, “Varun, library ki vachava? Na daggara konni old books unnayi, nuvvu interest unte tesukovachu.” Arun garu trip lo unte, nenu vellanu. Flat neat ga, antique touch wooden swing, brass lamps, indoor plants. Shelf lo novels, poetry, diaries. She gave me oka book. While browsing, accidentally oka leather-bound journal notice chesa title Reflections. Blank pages madhya konni entries matrame. Nenu open chesanu, but she suddenly said softly, “Varun, adhi personal… chadavadam ledu please.” Serious but calm tone. Appude curiosity peak lo vellindi.Later conversations deeper ayyayi. She sometimes opened up: “Varun, Arun always busy. Money, career important ani feel chestadu. Kani emotions, art, companionship miss avuthayi.” Oka evening coffee time she whispered, “Varun, years back nenu journal rayadam start chesa. But stop chesa. Because konni truths scary ga untayi.” Naaku goosebumps.
Next week, laptop backup cheyyadam kosam help adigindi. While transferring, accidentally oka hidden folder open ayyi. Scanned journal pages. Lines chadivanu before she noticed: ‘Sometimes I feel invisible. Marriage gave me status, not companionship. My paintings dried, my laughter muted. But when someone sees me as Meera, not just Arun’s wife, I feel alive again.’ Shock ayya. She suddenly closed laptop, eyes vulnerable. “Varun, konni truths ni chadavadam anavasaram.”That night sleep ledu. Next day balcony lo kalisam. She watering plants, but eyes tired. Nenu softly cheppanu, “Aunty, art ni miss avuthunnaru kada? Painting restart cheyyandi. Journal ni lock chesina, canvas ni open cheyyandi.” She looked stunned, then sighed, “Maybe nuvve chadavali. Naa voice gurthu cheyyadam kavali.”
From then, manaki secret bond develop ayindi. She restarted paintings, nenu photography tho combine cheyyamani idea icha. Oka project: Life Between Lines photos + paintings. Secret ga plan chesam, Arun trips lo busy unte. Every weekend balcony lo discussions, living room lo sketches. Aunty alive laga kanipinchindi, natural laughter, bright eyes. Oka Sunday sunflower painting chesindi. Yellow bold strokes. She said, “Idhi hope. Sun always rises.” Nenu goosebumps tho chusanu.
But Arun garu suspicious ga feel ayyadu. Lift lo kalisi serious ga cheppadu: “Varun, meeru Meera tho ekkuva interact chestunnaru anipistundi. I don’t like unnecessary closeness.” Warning laaga. Nenu respectful ga reply icha: “Arun garu, committee activities valla matrame. Photography, events…” He didn’t reply but eyes doubtful. Meera aunty distance maintain cheyyadam try chesindi. Calls, invites thaggayi. Naaku emptiness feel ayindi.
Bathukamma festival time, committee ladies force chesi painting display petti. Initially refuse chesindi, later agree. Event day, hall flowers, lights. My photos wall lo, her paintings side lo. People amazed. Oka neighbour aunty comment chesindi, “Meera, nee painting chusi inspired ayya. Talent hide cheyyakudadhu.” Aunty smiled, moist eyes. Arun garu kuda present. He observed silently, then surprisingly clapped. “Great work, Meera.” Small but meaningful appreciation.After event, terrace lo stars under we both sat. She said, “Varun, nenu okati confess cheyyali. Journal lo truth scary kada? But nuvvu judge cheyyaledu. Support ichav. Adhi rare.” Nenu cheppanu, “Aunty, pain hide cheyyadam ante half life. Nee art, nee words breathe cheyyali.” Silence lo stars twinkled. She whispered, “Thank you Varun… nuvvu nannu gurthu cheyyav kada years later?” Nenu smiled, “Meera aunty ante inspiration. Na story lo permanent ink.”
Exhibition city level ki propose chesaru. Arun garu surprisingly support ichadu. Maybe appreciation changed him. Meera aunty confidence bloom ayindi. Oka night, she gave me small notebook. “Varun, idhi journal copy. Nuvvu chadavachu. Kani promise secret ga unchali. World ready kaadu konni truths ki.”Years later, nenu gallery walls lo na photos display chesthunte, award certificates choosetappudu, one memory flash avutundi aunty words: “Dreams ni box lo lock cheyyakudadhu.” Journal lo pain unte, canvas lo light ochindi. Meera aunty, Arun wife kaadu matrame, inspiration. Na journey lo unforgettable chapter The Secret Journal.
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