Adultery The Husband’s Doubt [Completed]

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 51 – Aadhil and Vani getting into Rohan - Nivi World


Vani sat alone in the small living room — the visiting card still in her hand, the faint smile lingering on her lips.
She was happy — genuinely happy — that she was getting into a place where she initially wished.

Nitin who came back hearing she will tear card — saw her smiling and asked what's her decision.
She said to his surprise — "I will take the offer."

Nitin blinked — stunned.
"Really? You... you will?"
Vani nodded — eyes bright.

Yes. Good Call her and get an appointment now said Nitin 

I'll do it in the morning."

Nitin exhaled — relief washing over him.

"Good. Very good."

He didn't push further — afraid to break the moment.



Next morning —

Rohan and Nivi were discussing the project in Rohan's cabin — door locked, coffee steaming on the table.


A call came — unknown number.
Nivi answered — professional tone.
"Hello?"

Vani's voice — calm, professional.

"Good morning, ma'am. This is Vani Nitin Prakash. I got your number from Mr. Prem. He mentioned you're looking for a subordinate in marketing. I sent my resume last night."

Nivi knows the name — but she was unsure if she was the one who met her in hospital.

She remembered telling her husband "don't allow" — so she assumed it was someone else.
Vani too didn't want to tell the past meet — kept it as a surprise.

Introduced herself professionally.

After professional chat over phone — she sent her resume to mail asked by Nivi.

The mail came instantly — phone cut.

That is when Nivi kept looking at resume.

It was good enough — MBA, good experience, sharp profile.
But she was thinking something else.

Rohan noticed — leaned in.
"What is it?"
Nivi sighed — voice low.

"Prem suggested this candidate. I want someone else so our secrets are protected."

Nivi continued — "Rohan, looks like what you said is true. After that ceremony, seems like Prem has some doubt... he often calls suddenly and now he is getting a new worker for me."

Rohan liked this distrust of Nivi on Prem.

This will gradually lead her completely to him.

So he maintained the same.

Rohan said — "If you feel so then don't budge... reject her."

Nivi said — "I wanted to but her profile is strong... and she will perform well with her resume details... but it's tough when I reject Prem's candidate he will feel doubt."

Rohan then asked — "Is that he or she?"
Nivi said — "Vani. She."

Rohan said — "Then I have a person who I wanted to get on board for our company but he is a playboy. Let us sign him and tie him with new one Vani. He will take care of her... and we will continue to do."

Nivi asked — "Who is that client?"

He smiled and said — "Aadhil, my friend from past... one who heard our bed story."

Nivi recalled about how Aadhil heard their lovemaking over phone last time...
"Oh hee..." she left a laugh.

But she felt little worried — "Is he trustable?"

Rohan asked — "It's been almost weeks, did he cause trouble? No right... he is my trustable person he will soon turn trustable for you too as well... plus I need to warn you he is bitten by your beauty but he won't cross line harmless flirter. Him coming in he can handle Vani for us... reason he will do whatever I ask... so you can trust him... our secret will remain secret... even if it had to go to others it won't go past Vani or Aadhil..."

Nivi said — "Don't underestimate Vani she might be mole of Prem..."

Rohan confidently said — "Even if she is so Aadhil will change her... I bet."
However Nivi reserved her new fear of this new Vani.

She sent a mail to Vani asking her to appear for personal interview tomorrow.


Meanwhile — Rohan leaned back in his chair, the cabin quiet except for the low hum of the AC.

He looked at Nivi — her fingers still lingering on the edge of Vani’s resume, eyes thoughtful.
"It's time to meet Aadhil," he said softly. "Let's do a quick phone call. Better to loop him in now."
Nivi’s stomach did a small flip.

She nodded — hesitant.

"Okay… but… keep it short, yeah?"

Rohan smiled — reassuring.

"Short and sweet. Promise."

He dialed — put it on speaker — placed the phone on the table between them.

The ringtone filled the room — two, three times.
Then — click.

"Hello brother!" — Aadhil’s voice burst through, warm, loud, charged with energy.

Nivi flinched slightly — eyes widening.

Rohan chuckled — "Hey man. Got someone special here with me."
He slid the phone closer to Nivi.

"Aadhil… your sister-in-law is on the line."
A long beat of silence — then Aadhil’s voice dropped, playful but softer.

"Sister-in-law? Ohhh… finally."
Nivi swallowed — her fingers tightening on the armrest.
She managed a small — "Hi… Aadhil."

Aadhil laughed — rich, easy.
"Hi, beautiful. God, your voice is even prettier than I imagined. Rohan, you didn’t warn me she sounds this sweet."

Nivi’s cheeks flushed instantly — she shot Rohan a look.
Rohan raised both hands — innocent.

Aadhil continued — teasing but not cruel.

"Relax, relax… I’m just happy to finally talk to you. Rohan talks about you like you hung the moon. I was starting to think you were a myth."
Nivi laughed despite herself — nervous, breathy.

"I… um… I’m real."

Glad to know you are real... last time i came to see you but you are unavailable... did rohan said about my arrival 

Nivi looked at Rohan and said Yes...

Aadhil — "Good. Very good. Listen, I’m not here to scare you. I’m Rohan’s brother — not by blood, but by everything else. Whatever he trusts, I trust. Whatever he protects, I protect. That includes you now."

Nivi relaxed a fraction — her shoulders dropping slightly.

"Thank you… that means a lot."

Aadhil — "Don’t thank me yet. Thank me after you meet me in person and see I’m not just a voice with a dirty mouth."
Rohan laughed — "Easy, man. She’s already shivering."

Aadhil — "Shivering? Aw, come on, sister-in-law… I’m harmless. Well… mostly harmless. In person I give great hugs. That’s all you’re getting from me — unless Rohan says otherwise."

Nivi knows now he is just playfull..

yet her eyes widened again — but this time she smiled, small and shy.
"I… I think I can handle a hug."

Aadhil — "See? She’s already warming up. I like her."

Rohan — "We’re calling about Vani. The girl Prem’s trying to push into the company."
Aadhil — tone shifting, suddenly serious.

Aadhil listned carefully 

Rohan - Plan is we dont wnt to risk our secrets to be out.. Nivi is in a place where she cant reject her.. so earlier i called you regarding the marketing project for your new venture right.. lets sign today.. you come on board.. once you are on board we will assign Vani t o you.. make sure you handle her.. i dont care even if you need to bed her to take her your side.. but do this for me

Aadhil understood the plan.. he quickly get into action .

Aadhil — "So here’s the plan. I’m sending you formalities today — partnership docs, investment details, all clean. Assign her as my personal portfolio manager. She reports to me directly. I’ll keep her busy, keep her close, keep her loyal… to us."

Rohan nodded — "Perfect."

Aadhil — "And if she’s half as pretty as her voice sounds on the phone… well… let’s just say I’ll enjoy my new assignment."
Nivi laughed — nervous but genuine.

"You’re… a lot."
Aadhil — "I’ve been told that. But I’m loyal. And I’m safe. You have my word — no lines crossed unless you draw them yourself."

A long pause — Nivi looking at Rohan.
Rohan gave her a small nod — He’s good.
Nivi exhaled — voice steadier.

"Okay… I trust you. Both of you."
Aadhil — softer now.

"That’s all I needed to hear. See you soon, sister-in-law. And hey… when we meet… that hug is non-negotiable."

Nivi smiled — small, real.
"I’ll hold you to it."

Rohan — "Alright, enough flirting. We’ll talk tomorrow after the interview."
Aadhil — "Can’t wait. Take care of our girl, Rohan."
Click.

Silence settled.
Nivi looked at Rohan — eyes still wide, but calmer.
"He’s… intense. and in first call he is calling me as her girl.. "

Rohan grinned — "He grows on you."
Nivi — after a beat — "I think… I like him."

Rohan leaned in — kissed her forehead.
"Good. Because he already likes you."

Nivi laughed — soft, relieved.
The fear was still there — but trust was starting to bloom.



The next day arrived.



Rohan said — "I will accompany her in interview."
When Vani comes in — Nivi sat in visitor chair so she could not see Vani face while Rohan sat in CEO chair.

Vani entered — "Excuse me sir..."



Rohan was mindblown — she is a little chick... a chick who is recently married, little younger and has good assets.

His eyes scanned her body immediately — his mind said bastard Aadhil is lucky to taste her first.

As Vani entered she was disappointed to see Rohan.



As she walked in she found a person on visitor chair.



The lost smile in Nivi finally came back seeing the Vani who once she instantly got connected in past...

"You... Vaaanii? Hellooo... welcome my girl!"



Nivi shouted and both almost embraced by a hug.

Rohan could believe what's happening...


But unknown to them Rohan smiled with luck of something he didn't envisioned can be doable with this... unexpected super development.

[Givemeextra]

ROHAN + Nivi & Aadhil + Vani  on same bed?

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 52 – The Interview & First Cracks


Nivi stood up from the visitor chair — her face lighting up with genuine surprise and joy.
"Vani? Oh my god, is it really you?"

Vani froze for a second — then her eyes widened in recognition.
"Nivi? From the hospital?"

They both laughed — the sound filling the room with warmth.
Nivi rushed forward — pulling Vani into a tight hug.
"Welcome, my girl! I can't believe it's you."

Rohan watched from the CEO chair — mind blown, but a slow smile spreading across his face.
This... this is unexpected. Super development.
Nivi pulled back — still holding Vani's hands.

"No need for an interview. We've already met. Instant connection back then... and now destiny brought you to me."
Rohan smiled — leaning back.
"Fate has a way, doesn't it?"

Nivi nodded — "It does. You're hired, Vani. When can you start?"
Vani — eyes shining — "As soon as possible."

Rohan stood up — "Let's make it official. Nivi, get the appointment order ready."

Vani felt little uneasy and she was missing something.. nivi realised vani wants to tell something...

Nivi turned to Rohan — "Give us a minute? Girl talk."
Rohan nodded — "Take your time. I'll be outside."

He left the room — but didn't go far.

His mole in Prem's office had already tipped him off — Vani was the spy.
He lingered near the door — eavesdropping via a small crack, phone ready to record if needed.

Inside — Vani's smile faded slightly.

"Nivi... it's okay even if I don't get in. I have to tell you something."
Nivi — curious — "What is it?"

Vani took a deep breath — "Your husband doubts something here... Prem sent me here to spy on Rohan. Before coming here, my husband said this to me... 'It's a deal — you work there, I get a tech job at Prem's company.' I can't cheat a known person like you. I felt bad when I saw you here... that's why I'm telling you."

Nivi realized the game — her face paling.
She was ditched by Prem — again.
"Prem... sent you to spy?"
Vani nodded — eyes down.

"Yes. He told Nitin that Rohan is taking funds suspiciously. He wants reports on him. But... I couldn't do it. Not to you."

Nivi sat down — processing, she knows prem wont doubt abut funds.. its about his doubt on her affair... hurt flashing in her eyes.
Vani continued — venting, voice rising with frustration.

"And Nitin... he's so selfish. He's never happy about my growth. He only let me take this because it got him his tech job. He doesn't care if I succeed — as long as he's ahead. It's always about him."

Nivi — empathetic — "I know that feeling. Prem... he's the same. He hates when I grow independent. He wants control. " She decided to pin this to growth subject so that her affair wont get exposed immediately. 

Vani — "Exactly. They treat us like we're threats if we shine."
Rohan, outside — hearing every word — smiled darkly.

Perfect. Solidarity against the husbands.

He stepped in — casual.
"I know all along."
Vani and Nivi turned — startled.

Rohan — "My mole there informed me after eavesdropping their conversation... you are sent as a mole here. This job is not given to you by Nitin... it was a deal: 'Prem made a deal with Nitin. Nitin allowed you for his tech job... and Nivi faces same heat... Prem hates Nivi growth — he wants control.'"

Vani & Nivi — shocked — "You knew already?"
Vani further asked still knowing all you offered me position here?

Rohan — "Yes. But now... you're with us as you understand us.."

This flips Vani’s loyalty toward Nivi — solidarity against controlling husbands.

Vani still doesn’t know about the affair.
They departed as Nivi gave her the appointment order.


"Start tomorrow, Vani. We're in this together."

Vani hugged her again — "Thank you. I won't let you down."
After Vani left, Nivi turned to Rohan.

"We got a trustworthy one. Maybe Aadhil is not necessary."

Rohan said — "No, don't believe so easily as someone says truth... let Aadhil handle her... let's our thing be secret as usual."
He went ahead — closed door, locked it.

Dropped his pants — cock springing free, already hardening. He said wont you want to punish your husband... think he is around and lets do the magic...

Nivi smiled — slow, mischievous.
"You... always ready."
She knelt down — eyes locked on his, hands on his thighs.

Inch by inch — she took him in her mouth.
Warm, salty, thick.

She sucked slow — tongue swirling the tip, lips tight, taking more.
Rohan groaned — hand in her hair, guiding gently.

She bobbed — deeper, throat relaxing, gagging slightly but pushing through.
Spit dripping, eyes watering, pleasure building.

She cupped his balls — massaging, sucking harder.
Rohan — "Fuck... Nivi..."

She smiled around him — humming, vibrations sending waves.
Inch by inch — she deepthroated, nose to his groin.
He came — hot pulses down her throat.

She swallowed — pulled back, licking lips.
Rohan — breathless — "You're getting better."

Nivi — "Only for you."





Next day —


Vani assigned to Aadhil’s portfolio.

Nivi teached her what o be done inside the office. Almost for a week, she accompanied everywhere business places, allocation of files. allocation of resources.. what to be done in absence.. she literally t agged along with Nivi.. Vani understand the complexity of business.. 

Nivi said report all these as prem asked from where they went to whoom they met and how business happens this will shut his mouth she said.. 

Nivi in between weeks say once a week complains head ache and went to house while Rohan stayed in office.. 

All these were get reported by Vani as Nivi asked ... Prem felt happy about normality.. 

In Nivi's absences.. Vani started with Phone & video calls start with aadhil....

Aadhil begins grooming — detailed on business and his profile but he continued flirty... Nivi already said Vani that Aadhil ils biggest resource but he is always flirty...... 

Thus a road map for vani slow seduction gets pretty easy for aadhil

First call — video, Aadhil in a sleek office, smile charming.

Almost a month gone now.. This was routine... Vani get used to flirt nature of Aadhil but he quickly money and business driven... which made Vani coming back to comfortable..

They neve met in person but that week was a chance... it was Nivi's absence day and Aadhil connected to her asusual..

"Hello, Vani. You have conversed a lot over phone as my new portfolio manager. Let's get to know each other. I believe you have stuffs to grow bigger than you expect to be you have a spark.. trust me.. Shall we meet"
Vani — professional — "Yes, sir. Looking forward to it."
Aadhil — "Sir? Call me Aadhil. And tell me... what's your favorite restaurant?"
Vani — confused — "Why?"

Aadhil — "Because our first meeting should be there. Business lunch — on me. Pick a place."
Vani — hesitant — "I... don't know."
Aadhil — "Then let me. There's this elite spot — rooftop, city view. Tomorrow?"
Vani — "Okay."

Vani does'nt know Aadil gonna change a lot with her...

[Ayush01111]

Till now i did't find any thing wrong in Pream he ia good husband very good father its nivi who is slut try to get every thing excitment in life and a status of loyal wife and make a fun of good husband in society she is most culprited person more than Rohan i wish eriter is not the way to make pream chcuck or blind with all the fake love or care is giving by nivi pream also diserve a justice till now writer is doing just injustice with a lovely pwrson till 52 episode i will wait writer will give justice to pream just not divorce also damage a image of nivi ,rohan and that so called frien aadhil

[Muralimm]

Its like a novel man superb writing

The perfect pitch and every character has been designed super

[RCF]

Typical slut wife, Wants husband to trust her and hurt if he doesn't but doing things which will put whores to shame lol

She turned from cheating wife to scheming wife against her husband and now blaming him for controlling her...very soon she will try to turn him into a cuckold as per wishes of Rohan and will also head for threesome or 4some. So everything is as predicted so where's the twist and challenge. Prem is alone in this fight and we have to see if he can take a step ahead of these disgusting people in his life. His every step is being predicted, watched and writer gave them convenient plot holes to make Prem look like a loser. Vani another innocent woman whose husband really seems like asshole unlike Prem is being taken advantage of and pretty sure will be seduced and bedded soon by both Rohan and Aadhil so could also head for 4some.

This story will be interesting as long as Prem keeps fighting, the day he becomes cuck or stops fighting for his wife, this will be the end of the story. Lets see if Writer has nice plot to take it forward and give wins for Prem even temporary..so far its war one side.

~RCF

[Rocky@handsome]

Typical slut wife, Wants husband to trust her and hurt if he doesn't but doing things which will put whores to shame lol

She turned from cheating wife to scheming wife against her husband and now blaming him for controlling her...very soon she will try to turn him into a cuckold as per wishes of Rohan and will also head for threesome or 4some. So everything is as predicted so where's the twist and challenge. Prem is alone in this fight and we have to see if he can take a step ahead of these disgusting people in his life. His every step is being predicted, watched and writer gave them convenient plot holes to make Prem look like a loser. Vani another innocent woman whose husband really seems like asshole unlike Prem is being taken advantage of and pretty sure will be seduced and bedded soon by both Rohan and Aadhil so could also head for 4some.

This story will be interesting as long as Prem keeps fighting, the day he becomes cuck or stops fighting for his wife, this will be the end of the story. Lets see if Writer has nice plot to take it forward and give wins for Prem even temporary..so far its war one side.

~RCF

I completely agree with your view — in the end, the wife is actually proving her husband Prem right about his doubts regarding 'Nature' (human nature / the outside world).

The situation is painfully simple now: Prem was always right about the dangers surrounding her. I don’t blame Prem at all for having such a shameless, unfaithful wife.

He never truly doubted his own wife’s character in the beginning. His suspicion was never about her loyalty — it was about the leeches, the opportunists, the predatory men lurking around who were waiting for the slightest chance to take advantage of her innocence or beauty. That’s why he tried so hard to protect her, to keep her safe from those bad characters, even if it sometimes looked like control or possessiveness in her eyes.

She called him controlling, insecure, and overbearing. But look at what happened — by cheating on him, she has unintentionally validated every single warning he ever gave. 

She has proven that Prem’s caution about the world and the people in it was completely justified.
In trying to blame him and break free from his 'restrictions,' she walked straight into the very trap he had always feared and tried to shield her from. 

How ironic and how heartbreaking!!


Regards 

Rocky ❤️

[heygiwriter]

I completely agree with your view — in the end, the wife is actually proving her husband Prem right about his doubts regarding 'Nature' (human nature / the outside world).

The situation is painfully simple now: Prem was always right about the dangers surrounding her. I don’t blame Prem at all for having such a shameless, unfaithful wife.

He never truly doubted his own wife’s character in the beginning. His suspicion was never about her loyalty — it was about the leeches, the opportunists, the predatory men lurking around who were waiting for the slightest chance to take advantage of her innocence or beauty. That’s why he tried so hard to protect her, to keep her safe from those bad characters, even if it sometimes looked like control or possessiveness in her eyes.

She called him controlling, insecure, and overbearing. But look at what happened — by cheating on him, she has unintentionally validated every single warning he ever gave. 

She has proven that Prem’s caution about the world and the people in it was completely justified.
In trying to blame him and break free from his 'restrictions,' she walked straight into the very trap he had always feared and tried to shield her from. 

How ironic and how heartbreaking!!


Regards 

Rocky ❤️

Glad you noticed it.. When husbands warning are ignored.. she overlooked and got into a trap.. imagine now Prem coming to know about this.. will She admit her mistake.. no she will gaslight him that he was the reason.. so only when she gets the burn herself.. she would realize her mistake.. i cannot answer a lot question which would spoil your reading experience.. but let the predictions come in :) sometimes its totally far from what i was having in my mind i enjoy this process. lets see how it goes

[Ayush01111]

I dont think writer is giving any space to pream till niw its rohan and nivi win pream is a looser till story i am also waiting one day pram will win but lagta nahi writer kuch aisa likhne wale hai akhir me wohi hoga ki rohan nivi je sath sex kar raha hoga or pream apna land hila raha hoga or dono usko humilate kar rahe hoge .

[Ayush01111]

Glad you noticed it.. When husbands warning are ignored.. she overlooked and got into a trap.. imagine now Prem coming to know about this.. will She admit her mistake.. no she will gaslight him that he was the reason.. so only when she gets the burn herself.. she would realize her mistake.. i cannot answer a lot question which would spoil your reading experience.. but let the predictions come in :) sometimes its totally far from what i was having in my mind i enjoy this process. lets see how it goes

I just wish jo bhi ho i. End pream should not be in guit trip and he should be free from slut wife

[Chickfry]

Waiting for huge updates in this long weekend..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 53 – The Rise of Vani 



Rohan and Aadhil's Private Pact (Night Before Vani's First "Business" Lunch)

Rohan sat in the dim light of his study — glass of whiskey in hand.
Aadhil was on video call — tie loosened, city skyline behind him.
Rohan — voice low — "Nivi can't know about our moves yet. Not until she's ready."
Aadhil nodded — "Understood. She’s still fragile. We break her gently."
Rohan — "Vani is the risk. She’s a mole with a conscience. She can flip either way."
Aadhil smiled — slow, predatory.
"Tomorrow  I’m taking her to the rooftop. Let me assess her… and break her."
Rohan, so you are coming to Chennai… 
Adhil yes.. I'm not meeting you guys now.. Let me explore vaani..
Rohan — "Do it. Feed her the dream — money, power, luxury. Make her crave it more than she fears Nitin."
Aadhil — "Consider it done. She’ll be ours before she even realizes she switched sides."
Rohan raised his glass.
"To patience."
Aadhil clinked his screen.
"And to rising stars."


The Rooftop Lunch - The Next day 

Nivi was surprised to know Vani is going for the meet.. She shared a look with Rohan who kind of smiled.. After a really long say a month. Nivi gets a space now where she can have sex with Rohan…

Nivi gave permisssion and Vani left to meet Aadhil.

The rooftop restaurant overlooked the city like a crown — glass railings, soft golden lights, champagne flutes catching the sunset.

Aadhil sat across from Vani — dark suit, easy smile, effortless charm.

"You have potential, Vani," he said, sliding the contract across the table.

"Sign this, and it's 10% yours. First deal commission. Not bad for a start, right?"

Vani’s fingers hovered — eyes wide.
"That's... a lot."

Aadhil leaned in — voice low, warm.

"Get used to it. More where that came from. You're not just a portfolio manager. You're rising. And I like to reward rising stars."

She signed — pen trembling slightly.
Aadhil raised his glass.

"To new beginnings."

She clinked — the champagne tasted like freedom.


The same day – Nivi & Rohan

As soon as Vani reached the restaurant… Nivi and Rohan arrived back to their house and entered Prems bed room as usual 

In the bedroom — curtains drawn, soft light.Rohan said he wanted to have something new and urged her… she shy said okay… He told 69 in her ears.. She went all shy

Nivi lay on her back — legs spread, Rohan between them.
They tried 69 — her mouth on him, his tongue on her.

She felt odd — awkward angle, strange taste, breathing difficult.
After a minute — she pulled back.

"This is not my type," she said — voice soft, apologetic.
Rohan kissed her thigh — gentle.

"It's okay. We'll try more if you want. No pressure."
Nivi smiled — relieved.
"Thank you."

They switched — normal positions — she came twice, he once.
She curled into him — "I like this better."

He kissed her forehead.

"Whatever you like."


A week passed.. 

Vani started earning some commissions from the guidance of Aadhil.. 
She was surprised. She felt nice when get 


Week 2 – Day 2

Video call — Aadhil in a private jet, city lights below.

"Tomorrow noon — private club. Black tie. I'll send a dress to your home. Wear it."

Vani — hesitant — "I... don't know if Nitin will—"

Aadhil — "This is business. Tell him it's a client dinner. He'll understand when he sees the commission check next month. Or else just hide from him. I will send it to your office. Nivi won't feel odd."

She laughed — nervous, excited.

"Okay."

The dress arrived — midnight blue, backless, clinging to every curve.

At the club — velvet ropes, dim lights, jazz in the background.
Aadhil handed her a card.

"Open account. 5% of every deal goes straight here. No questions."
Vani — eyes shining — "You're serious."
She laughed at it.

"I'm not sure why money has been doing this to me..."

Aadhil asked — "What exactly is your issue? I know something is troubling you. Share with me — I can provide a solution if it can be."

Vani paused — then opened up.
"I got married into a rich family — Nitin. His step-brothers cheated him. We came out struggling to make ends meet. Now I'm shining... but Nitin won't be happy. I will hide all my money from him for now."

Aadhil listened — eyes soft.

"You're rising, Vani. Leave the old life behind. Align with me — I'll take you higher."
Vani — "And what do I do for you?"

Aadhil — "Can you pretend to be my girlfriend today?"
Vani — "Why?"
He showed the crowd.

"There is my ex. Don't look at them. I want to make her jealous."

Vani — understanding the assignment — "I'm in."
Aadhil — "Not now. Tomorrow — private party."


Vani said tomorrow?
Aadhil.: Yes, tomorrow, at my guest house… 


Vani said tomorrow I have to ask to leave.. 
Aadhil said… I will speak with Rohan and Nivi if needed.. 
Do you trust me


Vani said: Yes.. I think you are more like a mentor to me than a boss.. I earn so much because of you but…
Aadhil: No but,, trust me and Join me tomorrow I will have a surprise for you…


Vani decided to trust him .. tomorrow i will be there..
Aadhil: Be there as my girlfriend…


Vani said okay…

She never knew the day was gonna light something in her.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 54 – Prem's First Secret


The same one-month period ever since Nitin joined Prem.

Though Prem was getting updates from Vani (short, vague messages: “All normal here. No issues.”, "Just a business meet" "All accounts are clean"), his mind was increasingly with Nitin — who never missed a chance to impress him from the start.

Initially Prem thought Nitin wouldn’t be good enough — just a favor to an old acquaintance, a tech guy pushed into marketing via the deal.

But the first day Nitin entered the office he spotted an error in the backend code that had the entire engineering team breaking their heads for three days.

A subtle race condition in the payment gateway module — intermittent failures, logs misleading.

Nitin quietly debugged, fixed, deployed — all in under two hours.

He didn’t boast. Just sent a short message to Prem:
“Fixed the gateway issue. Logs attached. Should be stable now.”

Prem stared at the screen — stunned.

Usually Prem would crack those himself — he was the one who built half the core logic.

But that week his mind was occupied — Nivi’s sudden “headaches”, the odd timing of her absences, Rohan’s too-frequent “meetings” with her.

He couldn’t clearly think.

So he decided to give Nitin more jobs.

First small bugs — then full modules.

Nitin delivered — clean code, fast turnaround, smart optimizations.

Prem started calling him into late-night reviews.

Nitin never complained.

One evening — after a successful client demo — Prem slapped Nitin’s shoulder.

“You’re wasted in entry-level. Senior developer — effective next month. And I want you on business manager track too. You understand both code and client.”

Nitin — humble — “Thank you, da. I won’t let you down.”

Prem felt “winning” — Finally, things turning around. Nitin’s a keeper.

But irony: he’s empowering Nitin while Nitin’s wife is being seduced by Aadhil.

During one pitch trip to Hyderabad — client’s lab tour — Prem spotted a working model prototype: an AI-driven logistics optimizer that could shave 40% off supply chain costs.

He snapped discreet photos — mind racing.

This... this is the big one. Adapt it for our platform... millions... maybe billions in potential.

He decided to hide it from Nivi.
She’d want to loop in Rohan. No. This stays mine.

Meanwhile, the construction of his house was nearing completion.

Something kept bugging Prem — the doubts, the odd calls, Nivi’s “headaches”, her sudden glow.
He decided to receive final papers in only his name — not Nivi’s.

He doubted his Engineer, for unknown reasons like he got some feel he might be Rohan's man? So he asked his lawyer to bypass him..



He felt tough — guilt gnawing at him for hiding from Nivi.

But somewhere deep inside he wanted it that way — control, security.

If things go wrong... it’s mine.
He signed — alone in the lawyer’s office.

The house — his fortress.

But unknown to him, Rohan started his own plan, only thing Rohan now unaware is Prem doubt is bigger and house is already in his name.  

Nitin helped finding a lawyer to secure things his way...

Though Nitin doesnt know much details why Prem wanted this way.. he was glad he is helping a friend. 

Exactly the same day.. evening.. Vani came home with a request from ......Aadhil ... his request is tomorrow come to My guest house and make my EX Jealous...

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 55 – Prem shares his fear to Nitin


Vani stepped out of the cab that night

Her heart raced — a mix of excitement and nerves.

Aadhil had called it "a rehearsal for the party" — pretend to be his girlfriend, make his ex jealous.

But Vani knew it could be more, She was curious about the surprise Aadhil said…

She aimed to climb the ladder in society — she had this hatred on Nitin, the way he clipped her wings, the way he prioritized his ego over her growth.

Vani had seen it all his flirt.. His gazing eyes on her body when she pretends looking somewhere.. But she was not ready.. She just needed a ladder to grow higher in elite circle..


Aadhil who was now gulping a bear in his guest house.. Preparing some files with his auditor over phone

He knows if he capitalized right — he could bed her. But unsure how she will be ready to bed or need some drama..

He knows Vani looks for a ladder to rise to top.. So he laid a bait which he said as a surprise factor… he had prepared a document in his bag: partner in the project with Aadhil, Nivi, Rohan — 30 lakhs per year.

The amount was huge — she will take the bait, he predicted.

Vani will be easy, given her recent turmoil.


Next Morning…

As usual, Vani went to the office that morning and informed Nivi about "going to Aadhil's place for discussion."

She hid the details — "It's about the portfolio. He wants to go over numbers."

Nivi knows something is happening between Aadhil and her — the way Vani dressed sharper, smiled more, came back late some days.

But Nivi is not in place to correct her morally.. She is already committing adultery.. And she is bit torn because for her selfishness she is pushing another woman into the same path as her, but....it was the only way she could continue her affair without anyone knowing — Vani covering her absences and she would stay silent even if she comes to notice Nivi's affair.  As Nivi now will have the secret of Vani in her hand....


She looked at her eyes and Vani looking somewhere else.


Nivi understands it.. She is feeling guilty? Aadhil is doing his job well, she thought… she finally got herself to speak

Nivi said — "Okay... I will consider this as OD."

Vani nodded — grateful.
"Thanks, ma'am."




As soon as Vani left the cabin, the door clicked shut behind her.

Nivi turned to Rohan — a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
"She went out... let's go home."

Rohan stepped closer — his hand sliding to her waist.
"Yes, baby."

They left the office together — the drive to the penthouse silent but charged, the city blurring past the tinted windows.

The penthouse — empty, quiet, the late afternoon sun filtering through half-drawn curtains.

Rohan locked the door behind them — the sound heavy, final.

He pulled her close — bodies pressing, his mouth finding hers in a slow, hungry kiss.

"Time for a new lesson," he murmured against her lips.
Nivi’s breath hitched — curiosity mixed with shyness.
"What is it?"

Rohan’s fingers traced her jaw.
"Today... you ride me."

She paused — cheeks flushing, eyes dropping to his chest.
"I... didn’t have any experience... I mean... I didn’t try with Prem."

Rohan’s smile turned teasing, but gentle.

"Maybe he was too weak to allow you that way."
Nivi’s hand flew up — playful slap on his arm, anger flashing briefly in her eyes.
"Don't say that."

Rohan caught her wrist — kissed the palm softly.

"I didn’t mean to offend you... or him. Just... something new. Trust me."

He kissed her again — deeper this time, tongue slow, coaxing her back into the moment.

She melted — hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt.

They undressed each other — slow, deliberate, clothes falling like whispers.

Rohan lay back on the bed — naked, cock hard and thick against his stomach, eyes locked on hers.

Nivi hesitated — standing at the edge of the bed, arms crossed over her breasts, suddenly self-conscious.

"I don't know if I can do this right..."

Rohan reached out — hand gentle on her hip.
"You can. Come here."

She climbed onto the bed — straddling him, knees on either side of his hips.

Her hands rested on his chest — steadying herself.

She positioned herself — the head of his cock brushing her entrance.
She lowered — slow, tentative — taking just the tip.
A small gasp escaped her.

"Ah... it's... different..."

Rohan’s hands settled on her hips — not pushing, just guiding.
"Easy... breathe. Find your rhythm."

She sank lower — inch by inch — feeling every ridge, every vein.
The stretch was intense — fuller than usual, the angle new.

She paused halfway — breathing hard, eyes fluttering.
"It's... a lot..."

Rohan — voice low, encouraging — "You’re doing perfect. Keep going."
She took him fully — hips settling against his.

A long exhale — pleasure blooming through the awkwardness.
"Oh... this feels..."





She rolled her hips — experimental, small circles.


Pleasure sparked — control shifting to her.

She began moving — up and down, slow at first, then finding a rhythm.

Rohan groaned — hands sliding up to her breasts, cupping, kneading.

After prolonged exposure to his hands — warm, firm, thumbs circling her nipples — the milk finally came.


White drops beaded on her breasts — glistening in the soft light.
Rohan’s eyes darkened — hungry.

He lifted his head — mouth closing over one nipple, sucking gently.
The taste — sweet, warm — flooded his tongue.


Nivi moaned — back arching, hips grinding harder.

But then — Aara’s face flashed in her mind.
Instant guilt — disgust at what she had become.
She froze — motion stopping, breath catching.

Rohan felt it immediately — the sudden stillness.
He released her nipple — looked up.


"What’s wrong?"
Nivi bent down — pressed her lips to his, desperate to drown the image.
Rohan guessed — didn’t push.


Instead — he started raising his hips — thrusting up into her, slow at first, then harder.

She gasped into his mouth — body responding despite her mind.






He fucked her furiously now — hugging her tight, bodies pressed chest to chest.

The scene was raw, hot — her breasts against his chest, his hips slamming up, her moans muffled against his shoulder.

Nivi — lost again — "Yes... Rohan..."

She came — hard, shaking, walls clenching around him.
He followed — deep inside, groaning her name.

They collapsed — breathless, tangled.

Rohan — stroking her back — "What was that about?"

Nivi — voice small — "Nothing... just... Aara flashed in my mind."
Rohan — soft — "Don’t think about that. This is us."

She nodded — curled tighter into him.
But the guilt lingered — a shadow.




Cut to Prem's company.


Nitin had noticed Prem's distraction — the faraway looks, the short temper.

He was even confused why he had to register the property name only in his name and why he bypassed the engineer.. Nitin had indeed helped with new lawyer. 

He also noticed how Prem made his auditor to secretly monitor and fund flows and he added many clauses that protected Prem from any financial pressures. 

His company and even the sister alliance Rohan  - Nivi’s company projects clauses were re done.. Only that projects needs a signature from Nivi and Rohan.. Rest looked so safeguarded.



Nitin sensed something troubling him and bothered him.. He doesn't want Prem to face these hurdles and he wants to pursue a true friendship for a person who recovered him from struggles and giving so many new chances..

He decided to speak directly to Prem on what's bugging him — he decided to took him out for a quick lunch at a beach resort.


Nitin: Prem, you look tired, let's go out.. I have something to tell you…
Prem : Is that something related to the company?
Nitin: No it's personal.. You come there, let me open.. 


Prem thought Nitin was about to tell something about Nivi.. he was panicked he wished its should not be about her…


Their car reached the Resort…

The resort — open air, waves crashing on the shore, fresh seafood sizzling on the grill, salty breeze ruffling the tablecloth.

They sat under a thatched umbrella — beers in hand, plates of grilled prawns and crab.

Nitin started friendly — "Prem, you seem off lately. Distant. Tell me every detail that's bothering you. I can help as a friend."

He recalled how Prem was unfriendly during the old days... but that was different.. We are running a big company involving 40-50 employees. If you are down it would affect everyone.. I need you to refresh yourself, keep yourself unbothered.. .Now all you need is  a friend to share everything.. Trust me I will be your good friend.. .


Open up to me.. I doubt you have a different intention to send vani there at Rohan - Nivi company...
Prem stared at the waves — beer halfway to his lips.
"It's... complicated."

Nitin — "Try me. We've been working together for a month now. You've been good to me — promotion, trust. Let me return the favor."

Prem sighed — emotional, voice cracking slightly.

"Don't say this out... but I fear infidelity. Nivi... maybe Rohan is pushing her."
Nitin — eyes wide — "Rohan? Her business partner?"

Prem nodded — leaning forward, words tumbling out.

"They go together to Bangalore for 'meetings'. Last time at the ceremony, her saree was adjusted oddly when she came back. She's absent from the office often... we have a kid. I don't know if I should confront her or what?
 If I do, she might say I've been mistrusting her all along... that I'm the problem. But if it's true, I won't stand in this relationship. I'm strong — I won't succumb to betrayal. I'm not someone who can live under one roof just because I had loved her.. dramas…, but I'm a family man first. I built everything for us... I can't lose it to this."
Nitin consoled — hand on Prem's shoulder.

"Maybe you are just overthinking. He is her business partner. 


Prem: I'm just consoling myself with that.. But everything hints at something. Its been months since I touched her… I know i hurted her before.. I disallowed her outside or for anything because there are just leeches who wanted to suck her body.. Rohan always looked different, never once i found his eyes went bad on her.. But that perfection is the thing which bothers me.. Somewhere i could sense a chemistry between them

Nitin quickly said Vani is there — she hasn't said anything bad.


after a pause



Nitin interjected, is this a reason why you turned all assets under your name ..



Prem said ...precaution is better than cure.. Right? Yes I started mistrusting Nivi.. my instincts are always right?



Nitin responded.. If that is the way i don't think anything is wrong.. What if she is really good and you just overthink?



Prem said better for everyone.. She wont feel wrong about assets being in my name..

Nitin continued i have one more doubt.. Will they name Nivi’s company? I mean the bond and clauses which favors you?



Prem laughed… they had too .. yes if they are in their right mind they won't agree or they will fight. I need to trick them.. 



Nitin said its risky incase if they are innocents they will think you are monster for tricking them 



I will trick them in that way they wont realize the clauses help me.. I  wont take it for my monetary benefit unless they hurt/cheat me..

One more thing.. dont let Vani know all of this.. let me dig into it.. i have reasons.. 

Nithin said i agree , i wont for now..


Nitin further added I need to be careful with you buddy.. your plans are something else...


They laughed.. The topics get diverted into so many things..


They spoke heart out — Prem unburdening, Nitin listening.


Irony while he was consoling Prem... Nitin doesn't know Vani was on her way to Aadhil's guest house.

[RCF]

Did Prem forgot to mention not to reveal all of this to Vani? That would be a mistake if Vani knew all this, first thing she will do it to tell Nivi.

~RCF

[heygiwriter]

Did Prem forgot to mention not to reveal all of this to Vani? That would be a mistake if Vani knew all this, first thing she will do it to tell Nivi.

~RCF

missed that line and added

[Anju angel]

Interesting story

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 56 – The Mark & The Surrender


Vani stepped out of the auto-rickshaw, the engine’s sputter fading into the rhythmic crash of waves somewhere beyond the compound wall.


She handed the driver a crumpled note and a few coins — he nodded without looking up, already pulling away.
The gate loomed ahead — black wrought iron, partially open, flanked by two stone pillars lit by low, amber uplights.

She paused.

Her heart was beating too fast — not just from the ride, but from something she couldn’t name yet.
Fear? Anticipation? A strange cocktail of both.

She sensed something — a shift in the air, a pull she couldn’t articulate — but she couldn’t quite realise what it was.

All she knew was curiosity.

Aadhil had called it “a surprise” — casual, almost offhand, when he’d texted her the address that morning.

That word alone had kept looping in her mind all day.

She adjusted the strap of her midnight-blue maxi — the one he’d sent — and took one step forward.
Then another.

The driveway opened up.

And she stopped breathing for a second.

A row of cars gleamed under the garden lights — polished obsidian and chrome catching the glow like dark jewels.

A Porsche 911 Turbo S — matte black, low and predatory.
Next to it, a Bugatti Chiron — impossible blue, crouched like it could devour the road.
Then a BMW M8 Competition — gunmetal grey, aggressive vents.
A Mercedes-Maybach S680 — stately, obscene in its luxury.
Even the “least” car in the line was an Audi R8 V10 — red, sleek, arrogant.
Vani’s mouth went dry.
This.

This was the world she had tasted only briefly after marrying Nitin — back when his family still had money, before the step-brothers tore it apart.

She remembered the first time she sat in a car like that — the smell of leather, the low purr of the engine, the way people looked at her differently.

She had wanted it again.

Every day since the fall, she had wanted it again.

She took a deep, shaky inhale — salt air filling her lungs.
Her fingers tightened around her clutch.

“Okay,” she whispered to herself.
“Prepare for anything.”

She straightened her shoulders, smoothed the dress over her hips, and walked through the gate.
The gravel crunched under her heels — each step louder than the last.

The front door stood open — warm light spilling out, laughter and low music drifting from inside.
She crossed the threshold.

And stepped into the rest of her life.



Inside, Aadhil stood just past the threshold — casual linen shirt unbuttoned one extra notch, sleeves rolled to the elbows, a half-empty bottle of beer dangling loosely from his right hand.

The hallway light behind him cast a warm halo around his shoulders.

He saw Vani step in — and his face changed.

The easy host smile he’d worn for the crowd softened into something more private, more deliberate.
He didn’t speak right away.

Just looked at her — eyes traveling slowly from the way the midnight-blue maxi hugged her hips, up the bare line of her collarbone, to the nervous flicker in her gaze.

Then he smiled — small, almost tender.

“Hi,” he said quietly.

Vani managed a shaky laugh. “Hi.”

He stepped forward — close enough that she could smell the beer on his breath and the faint salt-and-cedar of his cologne.

Without asking, his left arm slid around her waist — firm, warm, possessive in a way that felt both protective and dangerous.

He turned them both toward the living room where the small crowd waited.

“Ladies and gentlemen…” His voice carried easily, playful but commanding. “…meet my girl.”

A ripple of approval rolled through the group — eight or ten people, all elite-looking, expensive watches glinting, laughter bright and loose.

Glasses lifted. Someone whistled. A woman near the bar called out, “Finally!”
Vani froze.

Her smile locked in place — polite, practiced — but her body stiffened against his side.
Every pair of eyes landed on her at once — curious, amused, measuring.

She felt suddenly naked despite the dress.

Aadhil’s fingers flexed lightly against her waist — a silent steady.

Then he dipped his head — lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Excuse us for a moment,” he murmured to the room, but mostly to her.

The crowd chuckled knowingly as he guided her past them — arm never leaving her waist — through the open living area and down the short hallway.

Into the bedroom.
He nudged the door shut behind them.
The lock clicked — soft, final.

The room was dim — only a single floor lamp and the faint glow leaking through the tinted glass windows.
He turned to face her — expression shifting from playful host to something quieter, more serious.

“Sorry,” he said first. “My friends came early. You don’t need to know who my ex is — it would look staged if I pointed her out.”

Vani nodded — pulse thundering in her throat.
She didn’t trust her voice yet.

Aadhil reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a slim, gift-wrapped envelope — black paper, silver ribbon.

He held it out.
“For you.”
Vani took it with trembling fingers — tore the paper carefully.
Inside — a partnership document.
Her name — Vani Nitin Prakash — listed alongside Aadhil, Nivi, Rohan.
Annual share: 30 lakhs.
Fixed.

She stared — breath stuck somewhere between her lungs and her mouth.
“This is…” Her voice cracked. “…huge.”

Aadhil stepped closer — voice dropping low.
“I did all this because you deserve it.”

He paused — let the weight of the number settle.

“And your help tonight will be bigger than you think.”

Vani looked up — eyes glassy.

He reached out — brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“My ex is sharp,” They will look out for the mark.. i usually does to my ex(es)... he continued, tone shifting to business. “They’ll approach you. 

They’ll test your genuineness. Quick answers — memorize them.”

He held up one finger.

“One. My size — you say it’s longer than it could fit in your mouth.”
Vani’s cheeks flamed instantly.
He continued — second finger.
“Two. I have a few moles on my penis.”
Third finger.
“Three. I love missionary.”
Vani’s mouth opened — closed — no sound came out.

“Aadhil… I can’t—”
He didn’t let her finish.

His gaze dropped to her dress — the midnight-blue spaghetti-strap bodycon he’d chosen, the way it clung to every curve.

“You look incredible,” he said — voice rougher now.

Vani looked down — suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed her shoulders were, how the fabric stretched across her breasts.

He stepped even closer — hand settling on her waist again.

“For the mark…” he murmured. “…it has to be natural.”

Vani was confused on mark? 

She innocently asked it is a tattoo?

Before she could process the words — his hand slid up under the hem of her maxi.

Fingers found bare skin — warm, sure.
He tugged the fabric aside just enough.

Cupped her breast — thumb brushing the nipple once, twice.
Vani was bit shaken.. by his sudden action on her breast ...

Then he bent — mouth closing over the soft swell.
Teeth grazed — then bit.

Not hard enough to break skin — but firm enough to leave a clear, red crescent.
Vani gasped — body jerking forward.

“What are you—”
Aadhil pulled back — admiring the mark.
“Now perfect.”

He smoothed the fabric back down — quick, casual, like he’d just fixed her strap.

“Now go out there,” he said. “Cover my honor.”

He opened the door — no pause, no chance to argue.

Vani stumbled back into the living room — legs unsteady, breath short.
The bite throbbed under the dress — hot, secret, undeniable.

Aadhil followed — arm sliding around her waist again.



Back in the crowd, the air had thickened — laughter louder, drinks stronger, the scent of salt and perfume mingling with the faint coconut oil from someone’s skin.

Aadhil walked Vani back into the center of the room — his arm dbangd low around her waist, fingers resting possessively just above the curve of her hip.

He stopped in the middle of the loose circle of guests and raised his voice, warm but commanding.
“Ladies and gentlemen… meet my lover.”

A ripple of approval rolled through the group — glasses lifted, a few whistles, a low chorus of “Finally!” and “About time!”

Vani felt every pair of eyes land on her — appraising, amused, curious. Her skin prickled under the midnight-blue fabric. The bite mark on her breast throbbed faintly beneath the thin strap, a secret brand she could still feel pulsing.

Aadhil turned to her — eyes dark, smile slow.
The crowd picked up the cue instantly.


“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

The chant started soft, then swelled — rhythmic, teasing, insistent.
Vani’s breath caught. She looked up at him — half-question, half-warning.
Aadhil’s hand slid up her back — steady, reassuring — cradling the nape of her neck.
He leaned in slowly — giving her one long second to pull away if she wanted.

She didn’t.

Their lips met — soft at first, almost tentative, like the first brush of a secret.
The crowd cheered louder.

Aadhil deepened the kiss — tilting her head gently, tongue slipping past her lips, tasting the champagne she’d drunk earlier.

Vani froze for a heartbeat — body stiff, mind screaming this is too much, too public — then something inside her gave way.

She leaned in — parted her lips wider, let her tongue meet his, let her hands slide up his chest to grip his shirt.

The kiss turned hungry — wet, slow, deliberate.

One of her hands drifted to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair.
The crowd whooped — glasses clinking, someone whistled sharply.
When they finally parted — both breathing harder — Aadhil rested his forehead against hers for a second, smiling.

“Good girl,” he whispered — so low only she heard.

Vani’s cheeks burned. Her lips felt swollen, tingling.
The crowd didn’t let the moment linger.

The group naturally split — men drifting toward the bar and cigars, women clustering near the low couches and the open balcony doors.

Two women peeled away from the group and approached Vani — Aadhil’s “ex” circle, elegant, sharp-eyed, smiling like they already knew everything.

“So…” the taller one said, voice silky, “you’re the new one.”
Vani swallowed — remembering Aadhil’s script.
“Yes.”

The shorter one tilted her head — “Tell us… his size?”
Vani’s face flamed, but she forced her voice steady.
“Longer… than it could fit in my mouth.”

Both women laughed — genuine, approving.
“Moles?” the tall one asked.
“Few… on his penis.”

“And his favorite position?” the shorter one pressed, eyes glinting.
Vani — voice steadier now — “Missionary….”
They exchanged a look — satisfied.

The taller one leaned closer — conspiratorial.
“You’re good. He marked you already?”

Vani hesitated — then lifted the thin strap of her maxi just enough to show the fresh bite mark on the swell of her breast — red, indented, unmistakable.

The women smiled — slow, approving.
“Welcome to the club.”

They drifted away — leaving Vani standing alone for a moment, pulse loud in her ears.
Hours slipped by.

The guest house turned hotter — music lower, lights dimmer, inhibitions melting.
Couples kissed openly — some pressed against walls, others disappearing into darker corners.

Hands roamed under dresses, shirts unbuttoned, soft moans blending with the crash of waves outside.
Aadhil found Vani again — took her hand without asking.

“We need to play around,” he said — voice low, casual.
Vani — voice small — “No… just an act.”
He smiled — “Just an act.”

He led her back into the bedroom — the same one with the tinted glass.
The windows let shapes be seen from outside — silhouettes moving, bodies close — but nothing clear.
He closed the door — locked it.
Turned to her.

“Just make out noises,” he said, voice low and steady, eyes locked on hers. “This is the glass window — let’s enact like we’re making love. Shapes visible, nothing clear. They’ll see us moving, hear us… but not the details.”
Vani’s heart hammered against her ribs — loud enough she was sure he could feel it.

“Okay…” she whispered, the word barely leaving her lips.
But before she could finish the word — before she could even draw the next breath — Aadhil was already peeling off his shirt.

The linen slid over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the lean, hard lines of his torso — muscles defined from hours in private gyms, skin tanned and smooth.

Naked in seconds — trousers dropped, boxers following.
He stood before her — fully bare, body sculpted, hardness proud and thick, curving slightly upward, already glistening at the tip.



Vani shocked asked you said its just an act..?

Aadhil said.. yes this is shady glass they should see my naked form for believability.. Your back with panties wont be an issue....Hope its okay with you we are adults right ?

He winked — playful, confident, dangerous.
Before she could react — before her mind could catch up — his hands were on her maxi straps.

Fingers hooked under the thin spaghetti straps.

The fabric slid down her body in one smooth motion — slow enough to feel like a caress, fast enough to leave her breathless.

It pooled at her feet — midnight blue against the pale marble floor.
She stood in only her lace panties — black, delicate, already damp.
Arms instinctively crossing over her breasts — protecting, hiding.
Aadhil stepped close — heat radiating from his skin.
He didn’t speak.

Just kissed her again — real, deep, tongue claiming, tasting champagne and surrender.

His hand slipped between her thighs — fingers brushing over the lace, slow, deliberate circles.

Vani’s knees weakened — a soft whimper escaped into his mouth.


She realised its no more an act an calculated move from Aadhil...

He felt her wetness — smiled against her lips.
Pulled back just enough to whisper.

"You’re ready for me."
He hooked his fingers in her panties — slid them down her legs.
She stepped out — trembling, exposed.

He lifted her — arms strong under her thighs and back — carried her to the bed like she weighed nothing.
Laid her down — gentle, reverent.

Spread her legs — slowly, eyes never leaving hers.
Kissed her neck — soft, then harder, teeth grazing.
Collarbone — tongue tracing the line.

Down to the bite mark — tongue circling it, making her shiver.

Then lower — kissing her stomach, her hips, the soft skin of her inner thighs.
Vani’s hands fisted the sheets — breath ragged, body arching toward him.

He settled between her thighs — kissed the inside of each — teasing, lingering.
Then his mouth found her — tongue slow, deliberate, circling her clit with perfect pressure.
Vani arched — "Aadhil…"

He licked — long, flat strokes, then focused suction.

She moaned — hips lifting, chasing more.

He slid two fingers inside — curled them, stroking that spot deep within.
She came — sudden, sharp, crying out, body shaking.

He didn’t stop — kept licking through the aftershocks, drawing it out until she was trembling, oversensitive.
When she finally relaxed — gasping, flushed — he rose over her.

Cock hard, thick, glistening with her arousal and his own.

He positioned himself — rubbed the head against her entrance, teasing, coating himself.
“Look at me,” he said — voice rough.

Vani’s eyes fluttered open — met his, dark with desire.
He pushed in — slow, inch by inch.

Vani gasped — hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in.
Fullness — stretch — heat overwhelming.

He paused when fully inside — letting her adjust, forehead against hers.
"Breathe..."

Then began to move — slow, deep thrusts, hips rolling, letting her feel every ridge, every vein.
Vani wrapped her legs around him — pulling him closer, heels pressing into his back.

He fucked her steadily — building rhythm, skin slapping softly.
She moaned — "Harder…"

He obliged — hips snapping, bed creaking softly.
She came again — walls fluttering around him, body arching.

He followed — deep, groaning against her neck, release hot and pulsing.
She surrendered completely...

Aadhil — stroking her hair — “Welcome to the real world, Vani.”

Vani — smiling, conflicted, voice small — “those papers are real? are trick to get me”
Aadhil looked at her eyes for a moment

She had surrendered — not tricked, not forced — but tempted beyond resistance.
For the money.
For the power.
For the ladder she had always wanted.

And Aadhil knew — she would keep climbing.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 57 – The Trick & The Training



Aadhil leaned back in the leather armchair of his penthouse — phone to his ear, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.


The city lights twinkled below, but his mind was on the beach house, on Vani's surrender.
He called Rohan — voice low, triumphant.
"Brother... I finally fucked Vani. She's ours now."
Rohan — on the other end, in his study — laughed softly.


"Details?"
Aadhil — "The rehearsal turned real. Gave her the document — 30 lakhs bait. She bit hard. The ex 'test' worked like charm. Then in the bedroom... 'just an act' through the glass. She was wet before I even touched her. Tricked her into dropping the maxi, then... full surrender. Came twice. She's hooked on the power now."


Rohan chuckled — deep, amused.
"We tricked these married ladies good. Nivi thinks she's calling the shots... but she's playing my long game."


Aadhil — "How's that going?"
Rohan — "Tough. Taking Nivi into this adultery world... I had to play slow. Invested lakhs in her business, her trust. Glad she's brilliant in real life — she's earning better for me now. She thinks she's in control... but every step, she's deeper."


Aadhil — "Same here. But Vani's not as sharp. She has spark in business, but every money move... I don't think it's worth it long-term."


Rohan intervened — "Don't forget our goal. What we've been trying for years... even if one isn't ready, the other can be utilized. We need one for the long haul. But we cant be sure who takes the bait if Nivi takes we can be assured of good fun"


Aadhil — understandingly — "Yes... then I won't bother much. She said yes — I'll keep her on the line."


Rohan — "Good. I'll earn the money through Nivi. Tomorrow, take Vani away again. Engineer informed me — next week Prem planned the house opening ceremony. I need to get her trained in anal. Without that, our intention won't get fulfilled."


Aadhil — "Okay. Anal for the DP?"
Rohan — "Exactly. She's close — just need to push."
They hung up — brothers in scheme.


The Next Day Morning
Prem sat in his office — staring at his phone, Vani's last vague update: "All normal."
He decided to ignore Vani as a mole.
He suspected something — even feared what if Vani was already aligned with them.
He didn't want to make Nitin panic — the guy was too loyal, too invested now.
He decided to recall and reassess everything from the start.
The funds that came in through Rohan — the first steps, the accounts.
He started digging deeper — spreadsheets open, old emails pulled up.
He was sure Rohan had been manipulating them for a long time — but the goal was unclear.
It's not a simple extra-marital affair — a longer route? Why a person who is capable of so much in business need to be a partner of Nivi?
Something didn't feel right.
He went to his auditor — a small, cluttered office downtown.
Explained the situation (hiding about Nivi or potential affair) — "I distrust Rohan. Decided to dig deeper. Check the funds, the partnerships."
The auditor — glasses perched on nose — pored over the files.



Earlier that day.. Aadhil took Vani to a place where she is currently sucking Aadhil cock in a private jet..



Same time at 
Rohan’s Pentahuose.. Prem’s bedroom


Nivi came out of bathroom.. They already finished their first round…
Nivi sat on the edge of the bed, still flushed from their earlier round, towel loosely wrapped around her body.
Rohan stood in front of her — naked, unhurried, cock already half-hard again.


"New lesson today," he said, voice low, eyes dark with intent.
Nivi tilted her head — curious but wary.
"What?"


"Anal fucking."


Nivi’s eyes widened — she sat up straighter, arms crossing over her chest instinctively.
"No... it's too much."


Rohan stepped closer — gentle, not aggressive.
"Just try. I’ll go slow."


She shook her head — voice firm.
"I said no. It would hurt... I don’t feel like doing it."


He sat beside her — hand resting lightly on her knee.
"Please... just try. For me. It’s important."


Nivi looked away — tired, a little irritated, Why you call it important?
& "Why today? Usually you stop when I say no."


Rohan leaned in — kissed her shoulder softly.
"Because I want it. And I know you can take it. Trust me."
She sighed — conflicted.


"I... I don't know. It scares me."


He traced a finger along her arm — soothing.
"We'll use lube. Lots of it. It'll make it easier. I promise, if it's too much, we stop."
Nivi bit her lip — glancing at him.


"You promise?"


He nodded — "Absolutely."
She exhaled — slow, reluctant.


"Okay... but slow. Really slow."
He smiled — kissed her lips softly.
"Good girl."


He reached for the bottle on the nightstand — clear, thick lubricant.
Squirted a generous amount onto his fingers.


"Turn over, baby. On your knees."
Nivi hesitated — her hands fidgeting with the towel.
"Rohan... I'm not sure."


He cupped her face — "We can stop anytime. But let's try. For us."
She nodded — conflicted, but trusting.


Dropped the towel — got on all fours, face buried in the pillow, ass raised.
Rohan knelt behind her — one hand on her hip, the other slick with lube.
He rubbed it over her tight entrance — slow circles, gentle pressure.
Nivi tensed — "Easy..."


"Just relaxing you," he whispered.
Pushed one finger in — slow, careful.
She gasped — "Ah... slow..."


He paused — "Breathe in... out."
She did — ragged breaths.
He moved the finger — in and out, slow.


Added a second — scissoring gently, stretching.
Nivi whimpered — "It’s too much..."
Rohan — voice soothing — "You're doing good. Relax your muscles."
He withdrew his fingers — slicked his cock generously.
Positioned himself — tip pressed against her.


"Ready?"
Nivi — voice small — "Just... go slow."
He pushed in — inch by inch, slow, deliberate.
Nivi cried out — pain sharp, burning.
"Stop... Rohan, stop..."


He paused — halfway in.
"Deep breaths. It’ll ease."
She breathed — ragged.


"Okay... continue... but slow."


He sank deeper — fully inside.
Nivi — "Oh god... it’s so full..."


He stayed still — hand rubbing her back.
"See? You're taking it. Good right."


She nodded — conflicted, pain mixing with strange fullness.
He started moving — slow thrusts, shallow at first.


Nivi — "It hurts... but..."
He picked up pace — deeper, steadier.
She moaned — pain easing into something else.


He made her bend lower — chest to the bed, ass higher.
Unusual position — deeper angle.


"Rohan... this is... too deep."


He — "It's important for pleasure especially for men… Anal fuck is something I wanted. You can take it."
She — tired, irritated, but allowing — "Okay... just ..."


He thrust harder — hand grabbing her hair gently.
Pulled her head back — arched her more.




She gasped — "Slow down... I'm tired..."
He didn't — hips snapping, brutal now.


The pain flared again — but pleasure threaded through it.
Nivi — irritated, voice breaking — "Rohan... it's too much..."


He leaned down — whispered — "Trust me. You like it."
She closed her eyes — allowed him, body surrendering.


A call came from unknown number display some name.. Rohan saw it but he cut it down.. 
Another ring he put it in silent and throwed away… while his penis doing digging in her ass.


He fucked her brutally — hips slamming, hand on her back pressing her down.



She came — unexpected, clenching around him, a mix of pain and ecstasy.
He followed — deep inside. They done their first Anal….
Rohan — "See? You liked it at the end."
Nivi — "It hurt... but yes."




Cut to auditor office — 

Auditor said the funds are clean...


After hours — "The funds are clean. It has to be treated by profit-principal ratio. Just allocate shares of the company to the principal. Until it accumulates, once it gets filled, you can repay it. That way, the company will be fully yours. He can't claim it."

Prem hugged him — "Thank you!"

He came out happily — everything now secured. Just a sign away from Rohan and Nivi.
That is when a call came from college — Aara fell down.


They initially contacted Nivi but she didn't attend the phone.
Prem panicked — "I'm coming."


Back in house..

The sudden and new fuck position really ached her that she could not walk for a moment.
She found her mobile and saw missed calls.. 

Suddenly prem calls come in..

Rohan gets aroused again, looking at screen.. He grabbed phone put aside and pushed her on bed.. 

He started ucked her again in ass, she now like a trained slut, stood in her position on four in bed…  his hand grabbing her neck kissing her neck and cheek while his penis deep into ass.

Prem cut the call after back to back call goes unanswered… and he sent a text: Aara fell down.


Rohan didn't leave her... she closed her eyes in ecstasy which made her not to see screen.



After the fuck... she noticed and panicked.


She quickly dressed and informed Rohan who accompanied her to college.
But when she reached there Prem already took Aara and went.
She sobbed for being bad mother.


Rohan realized he overdone in a crucial time that is when he and Aadhil are close to their goal.
He quickly consoled her and said don't worry if you got to house in this condition everyone will doubt.


He took her to his guest house and wiped herself made her decent enough to appear and got back home.
When she enters house Prem didn't question she just said we went to meet Mr Aadhil and got stuck.


Prem asked who is Aadhil? He is our new client... your friend's wife Vani works for him as portfolio manager.
Prem looked convinced he didn't want to talk more.

He said it doesn't matter if you don't take care of me, but don't forget Aara.


She went and spent time with Aara... she realized ever since she got the freedom she wanted she forgot her own child.


For almost two days Nivi could not bear whatever happened.
Rohan gave her time to recover... he hugged her, asked her to vent out anger, cry.
The progress they made quickly came to halt.


Rohan needs something else to restart the fire.

That is when Prem announced... ceremony for house warming in 2 days... you can invite as many as you want he said... and I'm visiting house tomorrow for final check if you guys want just join me.


Rohan decided to use this opportunity...

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Chapter 58 – A quickie Before the Ceremony


The morning sun slanted across the half-finished compound walls as three cars rolled in one after another from the city.

Prem’s black SUV arrived first — he parked closest to the main gate, stepped out in a crisp white shirt and trousers, phone already in hand.

Nivi and Rohan came next in Rohan’s sleek grey sedan — tinted windows, quiet engine. Rohan parked a respectful distance away.

They stepped out together — Nivi in a simple cream saree with a thin gold border, Rohan in dark jeans and a fitted navy polo.

Prem glanced over — gave a small nod.

“Everything ready?” he asked the engineer who was already waiting near the entrance.
The engineer — mid-40s, clipboard in hand — nodded quickly.

“Yes, sir. Just a few final touches inside. Let’s walk through.”

The trio moved together — Prem leading, Nivi close by his side, Rohan trailing a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the structure.

They walked through the foyer — marble floors still half-laid, high ceilings with exposed beams, sunlight pouring through large windows.

Nivi stayed near Prem — touching his arm occasionally, asking small questions about the lighting, the paint shade, the placement of furniture.

She played the perfect wife — attentive, soft-spoken, smiling at his answers.

Rohan maintained distance — commenting only when spoken to, voice calm and professional.
They climbed the stairs — polished wood, wide landing.
Reached the upper floor — master bedroom still under finishing, balcony doors open to the sea view.
Prem stepped out onto the balcony — signal weak inside.
A client call came.
“Excuse me,” he said, frowning at the screen. “I’ll take this downstairs. Better reception.”
Nivi — “Okay. We’ll wait here.”
Prem disappeared down the stairs — voice already low, professional.
The moment his footsteps faded, Rohan turned to Nivi.
“Come with me,” he said quietly. “I want to show you something.”
Nivi hesitated — glanced toward the staircase.

“Rohan… he’ll be back soon.”

“Just a minute,” he said, hand brushing her elbow. “Upstairs.”

She followed — reluctant, but curious.

They climbed a smaller staircase — narrow, leading to a storage loft.

A blind spot — high ceiling, no windows facing the driveway, sound muffled by thick walls.
Rohan stopped — turned to her.

“See?” he whispered. “You can see your husband from here.”

He pointed through a small gap in the railing — Prem visible far below on the phone, pacing near the car.
“But he can’t see us.”

Nivi’s breath hitched.
“Rohan…”

Before she could finish — he hugged her from behind — arms around her waist, chest pressed to her back.
His hardness nudged against her saree-covered ass.
She stiffened.

“Rohan… no. Not here.”
He kissed the side of her neck — slow, warm.
“Just a quick one. Thrilling, isn’t it?”

She tried to step away — but his arms tightened.
“I said no.”

He lifted the pleats of her saree — fabric rustling softly — hand sliding between her thighs.
She gasped — “Stop… someone might hear.”

“No one will,” he murmured against her ear. “And you’re already wet.”
He placed his cock against her — tip brushing her entrance through her panties.
She froze — body betraying her with a small shiver.

A sudden kiss — deep, possessive — silenced her protest.
She melted — just a little.

He tugged her panties aside — pushed in — slow, deep.
Nivi moaned — low, muffled against his shoulder.
He thrust — steady, controlled.
Her breath came fast — shaky.

“Rohan… he’s right there…”
“That’s the thrill,” he whispered. “Your husband on the phone… while I’m inside you.”
She came — sudden, sharp, biting her lip to stay quiet.

He followed — deep, hot.
They stood there — panting, bodies pressed.
Nivi pulled away — quickly adjusted her saree, face flushed.

Before prem arrive she quickly cleaned her while Rohan went down to hall.




After Prem said he is on way to meet a client.. Rohan and Nivi went back to office in Rohan's Mercedes... 

Nivi spoke...


“You’re too much,” she said — voice trembling. “You’re doing it while Prem is around.”

Rohan smiled.

“Remember our deal? Making him a cuckold… once. Consider these as training...

Nivi shook her head — firm.

“No, Rohan. I’m not ready for it. Ask me anything else — but this… I won’t agree.”

Rohan tilted his head — eyes narrowing slightly.

“Are you sure? I can ask anything?”

Nivi — without thinking — “Yes.”
He stepped closer — voice soft.

“Then you should allow me in my other sexual wishes.”


Yes.. Nivi said.. It's better than getting caught by my husband. I don't want an affair that pushes him to know .. I really had no intention to do it before him.. Just for your fantasy I'm playing along she said..


Rohan added one more thing about Aadhil..
Nivi blinked — caught.
“What?”


Rohan — “Aadhil has been helping us. Protecting our secrets. Maybe we should give him extra revenue for that.”
Nivi: extra money in company shares.


Rohan: Maybe?!!
Nivi — “Why can’t you speak to him?” He is your friend right?
Rohan — “No. He likes to speak with you. He’s our friend, right? Invite him over the phone today. For the ceremony.. Just make a deal..  I sent his number.”



Nivi — conflicted — “Okay… but give me some time. For our affair.. See just 2 days before we made a big mistake.. That almost blew my cover…and pushed  me to guilt.  I need to clearly draw lines between our needs, family, and business. A little more careful.”


Rohan — smiling — “I’m all in. Just don’t sacrifice me for other duties.”

Nivi — fake anger — slapped his arm lightly, then kissed his cheek. I wont leave you don't worry.. After all, it's you who brings out the best in me and what I want… 

He laughed — started driving back.