Adultery The Husband’s Doubt [Completed]

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Chapter 80 – The Beach, Key & The Ride


The morning broke unusual — quiet, heavy.

Vani woke first. Kitchen lights low. Kettle on. Hands trembling as she measured tea leaves. Today’s agenda looped in her head: sex with Rohan, info extraction, trap, confrontation. Her fingers shook so hard the spoon clattered against the cup.
Nivi appeared in the doorway — robe loose, hair still sleep-mussed. Saw the tremble.

Without a word she walked to the drawer. Pulled out the small brass key — the duplicate for the secret passage.
“Come.”
Vani looked up. Eyes wide.
Nivi took her hand. Gentle but firm.
“Ride with me.”

They slipped out the side door. Car keys in Nivi’s pocket.

Nitin — on the balcony, coffee in hand — watched them leave. Car pulling away slow.
His stomach twisted.

Did Vani warn Nivi? About the affair? 
He couldn’t follow — Aara still asleep. But he waited. Phone in hand. Heart thudding.

The car headed south. City thinned. Sea air crept in.

They halted at a quiet stretch of beach — waves low, sun still pale.
Nivi killed the engine. Stepped out. Sand cool under bare feet.

“Speak out.”

Vani stayed in the passenger seat a moment. Then followed.
“Nothing… All these days we were involved in adultery. Now suddenly… this revenge. It feels wrong.”
Nivi turned to face the water.

“Are you panicking about revenging them… or feeling bad about missing the sex?”
Vani shot back — quick, defensive.

“No. Not that. What’s morally right with us to revenge them?”
Nivi exhaled slow. Looked at the horizon.

“Yes. We are flawed. We need to be punished. Let’s assume that way. Personally… I don’t want anyone to take me for granted. I hate being a puppet. That very thought drove me away from Prem. I loved him. I used to. To correct it… now if you ask me do I love him? I would say no. I love my stability. My choice. I had Prem, Aara — enough for longness. Rohan or Aadhil is temporary. But the very base seems to be an issue if I continue with them. They played with us. What if in a heat I left Prem or Aara? Do they intend to marry us? No. The secret paths. The sex. We’ve been fooled. I want to split sex and marriage life separate. I’m open for sex… but not for someone ruling over me. I need real control.”
She held up the key.

We need to take back control.. with so many lies. Rohan or Aadhil cant continue with us.. 

Im scared.. our marital life is enough for us... 

They both stayed idle for few minutes..


Nivi broke the silence.. 

Okay nothing to think much.. 

I have carefully unliked Rohan and Aadhil from my business and My husband unknowingly or unknowingly kept Rohan at distance with shares. 

Now the rest is dark secrets if any which they will share us.. just we need to record it for our safety...




Rohan or Aadhil being a business man wont risk that much for us. They calculate much before we do.. Its just we are lucky they didnt speak to each other and our game working...


“I locked the secret rooms. One more key set is with Aadhil and Rohan. Let’s throw this. Put an end. Start living back our life.”

Vani stared at the key. Then at the sea.
Nivi opened her palm.

Vani took it. Held it a second.
Then — together — they threw it.

The brass arced. Vanished into the foam.
Vani exhaled — long, shaky.
Clarity settling.

Nivi turned to her.
“Today’s sex is just to make sure they’ve left nothing that would chase us tomorrow. And the secret path… there is a drama. Do exactly what I say.”

She leaned close. Whispered in Vani’s ear.
Beach sound swallowed the words.

Vani’s eyes lit — small, dark smile.
“Poetic justice. For keeping us in the dark.”

They walked back to the car.
Nivi drove. Quiet now. Purposeful.

Parked at the house. Showed Vani the back way — narrow path to the side entrance.
Inside — she led her through the side paths. Hidden doors. Passageways.
Nitin — from the upstairs window — saw the car return. Saw them slip in the back.
His pulse quickened.

Something is about to happen.
He dared to catch them in the act.
Slipped downstairs. Hid in the hallway shadow.
Waited.

The house stayed silent.
But the air felt charged.
Like the last thread before it snaps.

[Ayush01111]

Pleaswe writer punish nivi for his thought

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 81 – The Trap & The Dark Passage


Morning at the Prem's office — tension hidden under normalcy.
Nitin arrived with Prem — restless. Couldn’t sit idle. Knew something was coming. Felt it in his gut.
Prem pulled him into the conference room.
“Important client meet. Need you here. Stay focused.”
Nitin nodded — but his mind was elsewhere. Vani’s early morning exit with Nivi. The secret key. The car leaving.

Back at the house — quiet. Empty.

Rohan slipped in first — through the backyard secret pathway. 20 minutes ahead. Door clicked shut behind him.
Vani waited in Nitin’s bedroom — robe open. Smile slow.

They kissed each other for few minutes.. Rohan sensed Vani is turned on evern before.. Something was new that he could not name..

She pushed him onto the bed. Straddled him.
Rode him hard — hips rolling, controlling every inch.

Rohan groaned — pleasure raw.
Vani laughed low — breathy.

“Thank you… for supporting me. For the shares. Nivi’s ego shut down when you signed the transfer.”

Rohan laughed — smug.
“Anything for you.”

Vani leaned down — lips brushing his ear.
“Tell me… how you fooled Nivi right from the start. Please.”

Rohan paused — puzzled.

“Why now?”
Vani sat fully on him — took him deeper. Rocked slow.
“Please… darling. Tell me.”

Unbeknownst to him — tiny recorder in the headboard. Live. Capturing every word.
Rohan exhaled — ego stroked.

“Found the rift early. Prem never encouraged her talent. 


he was in pleasure yet he continued too.. tell the story behind...

Vani as planned didn't give him time to think...

He continued..

Prem Ignored her spark. I groomed her. Slow. Got details about her issues in college and multiple attempts on her.. 

Specially her college friend Aravind he is one of my companies VP.. 
i got to Knew her weak point…through him  that spot on her neck. 

Stimulated it. Broke her in Bangalore first time. 
Tricked Prem with delays — used Aravind to keep him diverted. 

They thought aravind was causing trouble no it was my careful orchestration.. 
Nivi was a fool i mean prem together the couple was fool to believe me…

Warned them off when needed. Lied when I had to. Not even a drop of truth slipped.”

For business now you are working with Vani. as my shares are transferred to you. I heard from the auditor that my principles in Prem companies are turned into shares.. So basically except your body i hold nothing that relates to Nivi..

Vani smiled — dark, satisfied.

“It’s action time. Enjoy me as much as you can.”

She rode harder. Faster. Let him lose himself.




Cut to Prem’s bedroom.

Nivi riding Aadhil — intense, relentless. 
Hips slamming down. Hands pinning his wrists.



Aadhil groaned — overwhelmed.

“What happened today? You feel different.”
Nivi leaned close — eyes fierce.
“I’m empowered, darling. I don’t know if I can have sex with you again. Gonna miss you.”

Aadhil tensed.
“What? Why?”
“Just a thought. Tell me… how you both did DP. 

Aadhil tensed did he said already, did he named? 
Nivi said no just said you both did thats the reason i agreed for Dp.

Aadhil blinked — wondered.

“You want to do it with Rohan?”

Nivi slapped his chest lightly — playful but sharp.
“No. I won’t touch others after you did to me.”
She winked. Just tell he said there are some issues to you faced.. Some ones name starts with aa

Aadhil said Aaashika 
Nivi yes she is




Nivi keep teasing him with her action in bed.. in cowgirl position she keeps smooching him.. like previously planned... and she is the master planner she know how to make him not to think mucher yet reveal details...


Nivi said.. I wonder how Rohan able to grind them with slowness. None can match your intensity darling.. She bend and kissed him on lips..

Aadhil — ego fed, guard down — spilled.
Everything. Kanmani’s approach.
The punishment fantasy. How they got the kick. 
Aashika’s night — The accident.

Even for Nivi how they  preplanned. The DP.  
Recorder in the nightstand — capturing it all.

Once done — Nivi turned to her back.
“Fuck me like you never gonna touch me again, darling. I’ll miss you.”




Aadhil started to warm up with Nivi in their style the way their intense chemistry used to be

She kissed him deep.

Aadhil took the lead...






Almost two hours — intense. Brutal. Sweaty. Nivi in control. Aadhil lost in it.

He came back again and again and they could not stop it...



She knows this was the best sex she had all over the time... 


Both couples — tired. Spent.

Nivi smiled — clicked a small remote. (unkown to Aadhil)

A horn-like noise echoed through the house — sharp, sudden.
Nivi urged — voice soft.

“Husband is back. Go into the secret pathway. Quick.”
Aadhil panicked — dressed fast. Slipped into the passage door.

Similarly — Vani to Rohan.
“Nitin  coming. Hide. Now.”

Rohan obeyed — into the dark path.
Bedrooms interconnected — secret passage dark. No lights.

Rohan walked — hit something. A body.
Aadhil’s voice — low, furious.
“You?”

Rohan froze.
They realized — trapped. Doors shut at both ends. Locked.

Inside — fury rising.
They pounded walls. Shouted.
No answer.

Meanwhile — at Prem’s office.
Prem — restless — called Nivi’s office line.
Staff: “All members on leave today. Rohan, Aadhil, Nivi, Vani.”
Prem’s doubt spiked.
He stood.
“I need to check something.”
Didn’t tell Nitin. Left alone.

Nitin — watching Prem leave — felt it.
This is the time. I should go home.

[Ayush01111]

I would love to see bith wife and cheater are cought in that passage

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 82 – The Slap & The Send-Off


Nivi and Vani stood in front of the mirror — sarees dbangd perfect, silk rustling soft. Gold jewelry catching light. 
Makeup flawless — kajal sharp, lips red. They looked like women who had already won.
Inside the secret passage — Rohan and Aadhil shouted. Pounded walls.
“Open it! Open it! Too dark!”

No sound escaped. Rohan’s engineer input — soundproofed months ago. For privacy. Now for their punishment.

Nivi stepped into the hall first. Vani followed. Calm. Regal.

Twenty minutes later — doors clicked open from outside. Vani did it as per Nivi’s order.
Rohan and Aadhil stormed out — disheveled, furious, blinking against sudden light.

Rohan — voice raised.
“Are you mad, Vani? Why did you do this?”

Aadhil — eyes on Nivi.
“Why? Why keep us in the dark?”

Nivi crossed arms — voice steady.

“You guys kept us in the dark about everything. Used us for sex. It was just twenty minutes for you in real dark. This is how we felt, right?”

Rohan stepped forward.
“Are you playing us?”

Vani snorted — sharp.
“Not like how you guys played!”

Nivi glanced at her — surprised, then proud.

Aadhil — low, dangerous.
“Stop all the dramas. What do you want?”

Nivi pulled out her phone. Played the recording.
Rohan’s voice filled the hall — clear, smug.

“Found the rift early… groomed her… weak point on her neck… tricked Prem with delays… used Aravind… lied when I had to…”

Vani played hers next.
Aadhil’s voice — ego loose.

“Kanmani’s approach… punishment fantasy… Aashika’s night… preplanned… the DP… the accident…”
Both men froze. Panic flashed.

Nivi tilted her head — casual.
“Vikram just needs this. Should I send it… or not?”
She paused.

How do you know about Vikram? Rohan and Aadhil asked in chorus..
Nivi laughed out loud… glad you remember that name… then we need to have a real deal…

It's a long story…
“You distanced us from our families. Took us for granted for sex. How many lies. How many backdoors?”
Why complicate our lives for sex…

Rohan smirked — bitter.

“You bitch. You act like you’re saints. You two had sex even today. If you cared about families you should have stopped it. Characterless bitches.”

Nivi laughed — cold, clear.

“When you sleep with multiple women even after marrying someone — you’re called Alpha. But when we have sex — we’re called bitch? Characterless bitch? 

Fuck you.”


She stepped closer.

“I don’t want anymore dramas. Let bygones be bygones. 

Just like you tricked us into sex using money and power… 

we tricked you into surrendering our business and cash with sex. That’s it.”

She looked at Aadhil.

“And Aadhil… I have no shame. I liked sex with you.”

A small smile.

“Now that’s it. No link between us. Heard?”
Rohan — jaw tight.

“Who has the secret keys?” Nivi asked

Vani answered.
Rohan has it and its In my room.
She fetched them. Handed the set to Nivi.
Nivi held them up.

“This secret key you guys used for affairs? This has to be thrown first.”
She tossed it high — toward the pillar.
Rohan lunged — hand shot out to stop her.
The key flew — landed in the mud pot decorating the pillar. Sank into soil.
Nivi frowned.

“Shit. Vani — when you find the key, just throw it. Like we threw one in the sea this morning.”
Vani nodded.

Nivi called Vani forward.
“Stand before Aadhil.”
Vani obeyed.
Nivi stood before Rohan.

Both women moved at once.
Nivi slapped Rohan — sharp, resounding.
Vani slapped Aadhil — same force.

“This is for taking us for granted. Trying to complicate our lives”

Nivi’s voice — steel.
“Now don’t look back. Get lost. We should not see you in companies anymore. Or we know how to shut it.”

Rohan snored back what?

Nivi recalled don't you know you transferred all your shares.. You very well know my husband just transferred your principals into shares. And even Aadhil gave up his affliction transfer to me a day back just after a sex in the car.. 

Now no business link with us.. Just a friendly good bye is needed. Or ready to face consequences from Vikram.. We clearly know we cannot offend you with power in your hand but Vikram can.. Should I …
Nivi know They wont cross check if she has link with Vikram or not she just used a infor from her husband to drive the result she want.

Rohan said Fine.. we are leaving okay.. Dont think it ends here you tricked us.

Nivi said oh no..  we did not do this.. Its a response for what you did..

You tricked us first for sex.. Linked business with it.
And we tricked you back for business linking sex with it..

Just role reversal.. In other words you tasted your own medicine..

Aadhil whatever i cant.. Vani came forward and slapped him.. 

Prem — already at the house — had parked far. Slipped in through the back path. Stood in the right-side shadow of the hall. He saw Vani Slapping..

Rohan came forward to raise his hand on vani.. 

Nivi interjected and slapped Rohan hard..

Nitin — arriving moments later — parked down the street. Entered from left side. Stood in the opposite shadow.
Both witnessed. The slaps

No more words just  get lost.. Never come near us or this house or company.. Everything is cleared right away.. Understand or i will she showed her mobile displaying Vikram name.. 

Aadhil said shit.. Rohan said its all because of you. You betrayed me leaked info..
Aadihl said you did same to me

Nivi said have you discussion outside not before our home…

Prem — heart pounding — felt pride swell. Nivi standing tall. Throwing them out. Protecting herself. Protecting Vani.

Nitin — same rush. Vani strong. No hesitation. Aadhil gone from her life.

Vani spoke final words.

“Don’t ever come to us. We both now stand for ourselves. For our families. Please respect us and go away.”

She paused.

Nivi interjected dont worry Vani.. 

They did get a good send-off.” (she hinted about sex marathon in both rooms)
Smirked..

Rohan and Aadhil who came through back door.  Left through the front door.
Cars started outside.
Drove away.

Prem and Nitin stayed hidden.
They didn’t know the “send-off” meant the sex — they thought its the slap…

But they knew one thing for sure…

Aadhil and Rohan were no more in their wives’ lives.
No more in the companies.

The air felt lighter.
The house is quiet again.
The unraveling — finally — reversed.

Nitin left first.. Prem is unaware that Nitin was there, so is Nitin.
Both went back to the office. 

They felt paece..

[Ayush01111]

What the fuck will pream never get to know cheating of nivi

[heygiwriter]

No words for the excellence of the story

Truly amazing script writer and the proceedings of every update was excellent

the finest story  plot

Thanks a lot .. thanks for constantly supporting

[heygiwriter]

This is deep. Awesome. From a fantasy to introspect.

Thank you so much :)

[heygiwriter]

Great going dear writer.
Yesterday we saw Abhishek Sharma's fastest 50 
At this pace you outdid him in providing updates
Keep posting...

Thanks :)

[a2011]

Great story, thanks for so many great updates. please expose the affair to Prem, no point creating all sorts of scenarios to avoid them knowing.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 83 – The Road & The Decision.


The car sneered along the coastal road — engine low, angry. Rohan gripped the wheel tight. Jaw locked. Eyes fixed ahead. He could not imagine anything other than their dismissal — two women they had fucked like they wished, now standing tall and throwing them out like yesterday’s trash.
The humiliation burned deeper than any slap.

A car overtook him fast. Swerved. Blocked the lane.
Rohan braked hard. Tires hissed.
Aadhil stepped out — face thunder.
Rohan got out. Slow.

Aadhil grabbed his shirt collar.
“What the fuck did you do? How did they know everything? You revealed us carelessly!”

Rohan smirked — cold.
“What have you done?”
Aadhil stepped back — realizing the mirror.

He blamed the women.
“They tricked us.”

Rohan’s smile thinned.
“Like they said… is that trick better than what we did?”

Aadhil exhaled — ragged.
“I don’t know where we got beaten.”

Rohan looked around — empty road, sea wind.
“Not here. Let’s go to my place.”

They drove in silence. No words. Just the hum of tires.
At Rohan’s apartment — dim lights, whiskey poured.
Rohan sat. Glass in hand.

“You asked where they beat us, right?”
Aadhil nodded.
“It’s when they got united… and we got separated.”
He leaned forward.

“Let me honestly admit… the moment you took Nivi in Cochin, I felt jealous. I stopped talking to you much. You did the same to me. Turned me to Vani.”
Aadhil stared at his drink.

“Vani and Nivi were never friends — as per our game. We kept them apart. But once our friendship cracked… they got back together. That’s where everything fell.”
Aadhil’s voice rose — sudden.

“No. We need to teach them. Whatever it takes. Fuck them again. Make them remember.”

Rohan smiled — tired.
“Fucking them is not punishment. They already fucked us. And Nivi shamelessly said she liked getting fucked by you — even after all the drama.”
He sipped.

“We’re missing a piece. They’re stronger than before.”
Aadhil leaned back.
“What do we do?”
Rohan set the glass down.

“We rethink. We cannot risk them. I’m not sure how they linked to Vikram now.”
Aadhil cursed low.
“Shit.”

Rohan patted his shoulder.
“I know you miss Nivi. But this cannot be undone.”

Aadhil looked away.
“What about you?”
Rohan’s smile was small.
“Vani is nothing to me. But when I was hurt by you and Nivi… she gave me pleasure. She rode me good today.”
He exhaled.


“Let’s agree they played smart. Won over us. We need to move to real business. Vikram branching his links — bypassing my intel. Nivi and Vani holding our statements recorded. We cannot risk anything.”
Aadhil stared at the floor.
“Is there no way?”

Rohan asked him how to get back to Nivi or punish her…
His facial reaction tells Rohan that Aadhil is angry not because of defeat it's because he misses Nivi.. Rohan knows he was in the same state as Aadhil.. 

Whatever it is .. said Rohan shook his head as no…

Thinking a lot we should have continued DP with Nivi and become quiet instead I reached Vani.. You seemed emotionally attached to Nivi.. which caused jealousy in me.. Which is why even the sex with Vani was okay.. I got attached to her emotionally.. 

“From my experience… unless Nivi and Vani cool down together, we don’t have a chance. We need to forget. Go in search of something new. Like we did in the last few years. Settle with whatever women we can get.”

Aadhil’s voice cracked — small.
“In short… you want me to forget Nivi.”
Rohan met his eyes.

“No other way. We’re in such a situation.”
Aadhil took a deep breath.

“Anyway… our girls are understanding. They gave a perfect send-off. The sex today.”
He smiled — faint, bitter.

“Okay. They won. Let’s keep our male ego aside and move on. I even find it odd and dirty to fight with women.”
Rohan nodded.

“Prem and Nitin… lucky bastards. Finally they own them.”
Aadhil laughed — short.

“Yes. Anyway… we cannot hold them long. Somewhere we could have left them. Let’s say this is that phase.”
They sipped beer in silence.

Aadhil stood.

“I’ll leave for Mumbai tomorrow.”
Rohan raised his glass.

“I’ll go back to Kerala for a few months. Take care of the export business in UK. Maybe we should not expect more.”
Aadhil nodded.

They clinked once.
Aadhil left.
Rohan sat alone — glass empty.
He completed formalities the next week — sold his remaining shares in Prem’s company quietly. Stayed low.

Deep inside — both Rohan and Aadhil — unsaid — wanted to come back.
But the scenarios had changed.
They couldn’t.

A good-bye from them — with a send-off they didn’t expect.
The road stretched ahead

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 84 – The Quiet Years & The Unspoken


Prem and Nitin decided — individually, silently — to bury the truth.
No conversation. No shared glance. Just a mutual, unspoken pact after what they witnessed in the hall.
The slaps. The recordings. The throw-out.

They saw their wives stand tall. That was enough.
One night — exactly the day Rohan sold his shares — Prem came home late. Nivi was in the kitchen, stirring tea.

He walked up behind her. Wrapped arms around her waist.
“Seems like Rohan exited your company… and mine.”

Nivi turned — acted surprised.
“What? How?”
Prem shrugged — casual.

“I don’t know. But that guy taught us a lesson in business.”
Nivi laughed — light.
“Yes… business.”

He caught her hand. Squeezed gently.
“From today, as your right hand left for unknown reasons… I’ll take you to office regularly. What say?”
Nivi smiled — soft.
“Yes, my husband.”

Prem looked at her — searching.
“Do you know why he left the business here?”
Nivi shrugged.

“It’s because he got better opportunity in Kerala. Couldn’t handle here.”
Prem smiled inside.
You seem protecting Vani very well.
He stayed silent.

Unaware of her DP. Unaware of any sort.
He initiated sex that night — gentle, familiar.
Nivi denied — soft.
“I need some time…”
Prem could not understand it.. it was too long they had a proper sex.. still he Kissed her forehead and said “Okay.”

But nivi didnt extend it.. she slowly warm back to Prem
Outings. Dinners. She took time for her bodyto get recovered.

4 Months later they had sex.. though she missed the intensity that she had with Aadhil
It was enough for her...

Nivi soon transferred her office — much bigger, new place. Fresh walls. New furniture. New air.
She wanted to forget everything.

More than Rohan — she could not forget Aadhil.
She sold the car — the one where they had sex in the backseat. Changed office — every corner remembered his intensity.
But the house… it kept reminding.

She changed color — white to beige. Changed cots. New sheets. New curtains.
Still — Aadhil never left her thoughts.
Business kept growing.

Vani turned into an individual businesswoman — pitched more clients. With Nivi, they grew bigger. Stronger.

One year later — Vani got pregnant.

Nivi took care of her — doctor visits, cravings, late-night talks.
One more year gone.
Vani delivered a baby boy.

Nivi and Vani struggled together seeing the newborn — tears, laughter, exhaustion.
Aara continued in hostel. Came on leave for the baby naming ceremony.

Prem and Nitin watched — no intention to dig truths out.
They were happy the family finally becoming family.

Prem looked at Nivi holding the baby — her face soft, peaceful.
Nitin looked at Vani breastfeeding — her eyes tired but glowing.

[Ayush01111]

I have one question what about pream feelings did he had no right to know the real truth of his sluty wife?

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 85 – The Open Finale.. (END)



The third year slipped in after Rohan and Aadhil exited — quiet, steady, almost gentle.

Business kept flourishing — not in a loud, flashy way, but in the slow, unstoppable manner of roots finding deeper soil. 


Prem and Nitin’s core companies had become anchors. 


They started building — not just profits, but permanence.

They broke ground on a much bigger house a sprawling villa in Chennai’s most happening pocket, elevated land in Alwarpet with views of the Bay on clear days and the city skyline at night. 

Floor-to-ceiling glass, open courtyards with water features, an infinity pool on the terrace that caught the sunrise over the Adyar River.


The current house — the one with the secret passages, the beige repaint that never fully erased memories, the changed cots — they decided to turn into commercial space.

 A boutique co-working hub aimed at women entrepreneurs. Nivi suggested the name: “Open Doors.” Prem agreed without knowing the meaning..


Even for the office they had their own buildings now — no more rented floors with echoes of old meetings. Prem’s company occupied the top four levels of a sleek new commercial block in T. Nagar.


Nitin’s operations anchored the east wing of the same complex. The women — Nivi and Vani — held shares, but smaller, strategic ones. Enough for influence, not control. The men never questioned it. The wives never pushed for more.


They celebrated back-to-back anniversaries — quiet dinners at home with fairy lights strung across the balcony, Aara blowing out candles on a cake shaped like a boat. 


Birthday parties turned lavish but warm: Aara’s ninth with a magician and pony rides by the pool, Vani’s son’s second with a small firecracker show that lit up the Chennai skyline.


Soon the duo — Prem and Nitin — became industry icons.

Invitations arrived thick and fast. Panel discussions. Cover stories in business magazines. Awards for “ethical entrepreneurship” and “family-business resilience.”

The pinnacle came when they were invited to give a keynote speech at a prestigious global industry event — the International Business Leadership Summit in Berlin, Germany. Theme: “Legacy & Leadership: Building Beyond the First Generation.”

It was a five-day affair — gala dinners, networking sessions, workshops. Prem and Nitin were scheduled for the main stage on day three.


They left Chennai together — business class, suits pressed, speeches rehearsed.
Back home, it practically left Vani and Nivi alone.

Prem and Nitin stood at the door — suitcases packed, boarding passes in hand. The Chennai villa felt vast behind them, the infinity pool still rippling from the morning breeze.

Prem leaned in — kissed Nivi on the forehead. Gentle. Familiar.
“Take care. We’ll be back in five days.”

Nitin did the same to Vani — a soft brush of lips.
“Call if you need anything.”


The wives smiled — calm, steady.

“We’ll be fine.”

The men left. Car pulled away. Airport-bound.



THAT NIGHT 

The villa was quiet in a way it hadn’t been for years. 

No husbands. No kids (Aara at boarding, Vani’s son asleep in the nursery). Just two women alone after a long time.

They sat on the terrace — wine glasses in hand, city lights below. No words needed at first. Just the sound of waves and distant traffic.





NEXT MORNING — Nivi’s phone buzzed.


Prem: “Boarded the connecting flight in evening. Quick client meet in Delhi. Love you.”

Nivi replied: “Okay. Safe flight. Proud of you both.”


Vani looked up from the floor — her son Nivas giggling, having urinated and playing in the puddle.

“Nivas is naughty,” she said. “See here… urinated and playing. Get me the mop. I’ll clean it.”


Nivi went to the storage closet. Pulled out the mop. 

Tried to rotate the head — old mechanism stuck. She twisted harder.


The head cracked. Snapped off. Flew across the room.


It hit the tall decorative pot on the pillar — the one they’d never fully emptied after that day.
The pot wobbled. Fell.


With a sharp crack — it shattered on the floor.

And the key — the secret key that had flown into the soil years ago — tumbled out. 
Brass glinting in the morning light.

Vani froze.

“That’s… the secret key.”

Nivi picked it up — turned it over in her palm.


“Won’t be needed then… and even now. In a month this place will be converted to commercial.”

Vani smiled — faint.

“Yes.”


She went into deep thought. Stared at the broken pot.

“Our life is good, right?” Vani asked quietly.

Nivi looked at her.


“Yes. Don’t think much after you see the key.”

Vani smiled — small, sad.

“Not again.”


Nivi continued — voice low.

“I struggled a lot to forget Aadhil. We both emotionally and physically connected. We didn’t share lovey-dovey languages.. Still I and aadhil had a connection… but it ended for good.”


Vani nodded.



Vani mind went to Rohan

“Rohan didn’t do any good either in sex… but I liked how he consoled me. How he emotionally helped me.”

She paused.


“Maybe if they hadn’t lied… we would have ended differently.”

Nivi looked out at the city.

“Maybe. But it’s those lies that made us bed them.”


Vani joked — light.

“Do you miss Aadhil?”

Nivi joked back.

“If you miss Rohan… I miss Aadhil as well.”

Their laughs faded.

Nivi’s voice turned serious.


“Stubborn… we did a lot to preserve the family. Yes, I loved the sex. Maybe we loved the new positions, the freedom, no judgments. But that alone is not enough for holding a family. Our husbands may lack it… but we need to turn them into our wish… than going toward them.”

Vani silently acknowledged.



“Even if we love sex… people will label our wish forbidden. They will slut-shame us.”

Never let our secret eat ourself.. Just be aware

Vani nodded...




NEXT DAY EVENING AT CHENNAI AIRPORT


Rohan and Aadhil waited at Chennai airport — connecting flight delayed.

Aadhil checked announcement there.

“Bad weather. Taking off only tomorrow noon.”

Rohan sighed.


“Let’s visit the penthouse. Rest for the day.”

On the way — Aadhil asked.


“Will Nivi be the same as past… or would she have forgiven us?”

Rohan glanced sideways.


“Why are you too attached to her?”

Aadhil shrugged.

“Won’t you fuck Vani if she says yes?”

Rohan didn’t answer immediately.


He wasn’t interested — but not against the idea.
Aadhil continued.

“Let’s plead with them. Apologize. Make them understand we did all that to get them.”

Rohan shook his head.


“That won’t work.”
Aadhil insisted.

“Just a try. For me.”
Rohan had never seen Aadhil — the arrogant one — plead like this.


“Okay. But what if Prem and Nitin are there?”
Rohan called his sources — quick check.


“Both out of town. Germany summit. Flight delays.”
Rohan exhaled.


“Let’s drive to the house. Which was our sex fort once.” Aadhil said



MEANWHILE SAME TIME AROUND

Prem called nivi their delhi meet ended and they are going for a connection flight


“We boarded. Flight’s on time now. Love you.”

Nivi smiled — happy about the award ceremony.

“Proud of you both. Safe journey.”



Prem and Nitin — in the lounge — smiled at each other.

“Our wives are rock solid.”

They boarded.



THE DOOR BELL

When Nivi cut the call — the doorbell rang.

Vani — in the hall — said:

“I’ll open.”

Nivi stopped her.

“No. You take care of baby . I’ll go.”
Vani shook her head.

“I just put him in bed.”


Both walked to the door — smiling.  They opened it.

Shocked.


Rohan and Aadhil stood there.

Words unspoken.

Nivi’s brain flooded — every sensual detail rushing back. Aadhil’s intensity. The car. The house. The control. The loss.


Vani felt the same — Rohan’s consolation. The emotional pull. The ride.

Vani spoke first — voice steady.

“Why are you…”

Rohan stepped forward — calm.


“We know you two hate us. We did all that to get you.”

Aadhil looked at Nivi.

“I missed you. I know I’m wrong. I should have…”

Nivi stopped him — hand raised.

“Nothing can be forgotten. Or forgiven.”

She turned. Went inside.

Came back — holding the secret key.

She threw it at them.

The key spiraled down — landed at their feet.


Aadhil and Rohan stared at it.

Nivi’s voice — quiet, final.

“The Answer is at your feet”

She closed the door.

Locked it.

The two men stood outside — key on the floor.  No one moved.  No one knocked again.

Inside — Nivi and Vani looked at each other and they shared a knowing smile...

Silence. The house stayed quiet. 

The decision already taken for their good.. they are stronger than ever and every one knows it

THE END

[Ayush01111]

Matlab phir se chutiya kaatne. Ja rahi hai hosh hawas me

[heygiwriter]

THANK YOU ALL 

Thank you everyone who appreciated me — you've been a huge motivation to complete the story.


Some may like it, some may not. Some may have expected the story to travel along their own preferred path… but this is how I envisioned it.

Given the long story format, sometimes after writing a few chapters the direction might naturally change based on character evolution — but even then, it still went in the way I ultimately wanted to envision. Sometimes it depended on my mood, like considering the aftermath for the characters or feeling personal sympathy toward them.


For example: 
Initially, I planned to pair Rohan and Nivi, even rohan marrying nivi was a plan... but midway through, I wanted Prem to get something too. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Though in real life no one has control over others’ feelings, as an author I had that control… so I gave him Nivi back, even though she’s flawed.

To give her back to Prem, I needed Nivi to cut her emotional attachment to Rohan. So I introduced Aadhil — with him, Nivi shared a much deeper connection, which gave me a believable reason for the shift. Which become another challenge for me t o break the bond... so as a reaosn... I had to punish them through Nivi and Vani…

I learned a lot from you guys.

One thing I realised is that no author can satisfy every kind of audience.

With that said, I’ve come up with a few more story ideas and will start on them as soon as possible.


Regarding the open ending: I don’t have any plans for a Part 2 right now, but I wanted to at least leave it open-ended so people who wish can imagine the lead’s future from here.

[heygiwriter]

Epilogue 1: Possible outcome of Open ending  No 1

6 hours after the door lock..

Berlin Brandenburg Airport – Early morning local time (4:03 a.m. IST)

Prem and Nitin stepped off the red-eye flight, shoulders slumped from the long haul but minds sharp with the weight of what lay ahead. The arrivals corridor was quiet — fluorescent lights humming overhead, the faint metallic tang of jet fuel lingering on their jackets. They pulled out their phones in near-unison, a quiet ritual before the day’s business began.

Prem dialed Nivi first.

The ring echoed in his ear — one… two… three… four… five…

Chennai villa – 4:03 a.m. IST – Master Bedroom

The master bedroom was dim — moonlight filtering through half-open curtains, casting silver stripes across the tangled white sheets.
Nivi’s phone buzzed on the nightstand — Prem’s name flashing.

The ring went long — insistent, piercing the hushed room.
She reached for it — hand trembling slightly — and answered on the sixth ring.

Her voice was low, husky, words slurring with what sounded like exhaustion — or something more.
“Hey… you’re there already?”

Prem — warm, oblivious — “Yeah, just landed. Long flight.” A soft chuckle. “You sound half-asleep. Everything okay?”
A soft, breathy mmm escaped her — drawn out, almost a hum.

She bit her lip — hard — eyes squeezing shut for a second.
“I miss you,” Prem said, voice tender.

“Mhmmm… haaammm…” she moaned — the sound low, throaty, like a sleepy murmur.
Prem — slight confusion — “What’s that?”

“I’m sleepy… and I said I missss you…” she managed, voice trembling, breath catching oddly.
“Umma,” she whispered — a soft, sleepy kiss sound into the phone.

Prem chuckled — relieved, loving — “Umma. Sleep well, love.”
He hung up.

Nivi let the phone fall from her hand — clattering softly onto the sheet.

The camera zoomed out slowly — cinematic, deliberate — revealing the full scene.

She was naked — body glistening with sweat, legs spread wide.

Aadhil was above her — missionary, his long cock buried deep inside her pussy, hips pressed flush against hers.
He had been still during the call — but now, he thrust once — slow, deep.

They lip-locked hungrily — tongues devouring, her hands tangling in his hair.
“Miss me, baby?” he asked, voice rough against her mouth.

She smiled — breathless — “I just said I miss you… inside me.”
He grinned — thrust again, harder.

She smirked between the Umma was for you.. dont mistake it for him
She moaned — loud now, unrestrained.

I know baby.. once im in there is no look back...

Cut to second bedroom downstairs. – Same Time

Nitin dialed Vani.
The ring echoed.
Vani’s phone buzzed on the nightstand — Nitin’s name flashing.

She answered — voice even softer, almost a murmur.
“Hey love…”
Nitin — warm, tired — “Hey. We’re on the ground. How’s everything back home?”

Vani — sleepy, slurred — “Sleepy… no, I miisse you…”
Nitin — chuckling — “You sound gone. What are you doing?”

“Baby is crying… so I’m feeding him. Hear his slurps.”

She brought the phone closer to her breast — letting Nitin hear the soft, wet slurping sounds.
Nitin — smiling — “Aw… get some rest after. Miss you both. We’ll be back soon.”

“Miss you too…” She trailed off — a soft gasp escaping.
Click.

The phones went dark.
The camera zoomed out — slow, revealing.

Vani was naked — lying on her back, one breast exposed.
Rohan was sucking hungrily — lips sealed around her nipple, tongue swirling, drawing those soft slurps.
They shared a smile — wicked, intimate.

Phone cut.
She recalled last night.

Terrace Reflection – Flashback to Last Night

Door Closed -- 
Vani whispered first — voice raw.
“What if they take the key?”

Nivi looked out at the Bay — a faint smile curving her lips.
“They will. And they’ll enter from the back. After all… sex doesn’t lie. They know exactly what we want.”

She glanced toward the front door — remembering the brass key still lying where it fell — or where Aadhil picked it up without a word.

“The key itself is the answer,” Nivi continued quietly. 

“It opens our world back to pleasure whenever we choose. No front-door forgiveness. Just the back way in.”

Vani nodded — small and certain.

They shared a look — knowing, unapologetic.


(End of Epilogue 1 – Keys Taken – The back door remains open forever)

Epilogue 2: Possible outcome of Open ending No 2

[b]6 hours after the door lock..

[/b]

Berlin Brandenburg Airport – Early morning local time (4:03 a.m. IST)

Prem and Nitin stepped off the red-eye flight, shoulders heavy from the long journey but minds already turning toward home. The arrivals corridor was quiet — fluorescent lights humming softly overhead, the faint smell of jet fuel lingering in the air. They pulled out their phones in near-unison, a familiar ritual before the drive back to Chennai.
Prem dialed Nivi first.

The ring went long — five… six… seven…

Chennai villa – 4:03 a.m. IST – Master Bedroom

Moonlight filtered through the half-open curtains, casting gentle silver stripes across the bed.

Nivi lay on her side — wearing her usual cotton nightdress, one arm curled under the pillow, breathing slow and deep.
The phone buzzed on the nightstand — Prem’s name glowing on the screen.

She stirred — eyes fluttering open, still heavy with sleep.

Answered on the eighth ring — voice thick, groggy, barely above a whisper.
“Hey… you landed?”

Prem — warm, tired — “Yeah, just now. Long flight. You sound completely knocked out. Everything okay?”
Nivi — sleepy mumble — “Mmm… yes… just sleeping.”

A soft, drowsy mmm escaped her — long and lazy, the sound of someone drifting between dreams.
Prem chuckled quietly — “You’re really gone, huh? I miss you.”

“Mhmmm… haaammm…” she murmured — a low, half-formed hum, like someone talking in their sleep.
Prem — smiling through the phone — “What’s that? Still dreaming?”

“I’m sleepy… and I said I missss you…” she managed, words slurring together, trailing into another soft sigh.
“Umma,” she whispered — a small, sleepy kiss sound into the phone.

Prem — voice full of affection — “Umma. Sleep well, love. I’ll be home soon.”
He hung up.

Nivi let the phone slip from her hand — clattering softly onto the sheet.
She rolled over — pulled the blanket higher — and drifted back to sleep instantly.

The camera lingered for a moment — just her peaceful face, breathing even, no shadows, no secrets.

Cut to Vani Room – Same Time

Nitin dialed Vani.
The ring echoed.

Vani lay in bed — nightdress slightly askew, one arm cradling Nivas against her chest.
The baby was nursing — soft, rhythmic slurping sounds filling the quiet room.
Her phone buzzed — Nitin’s name flashing.

She shifted carefully — answered on the third ring — voice soft, sleepy.

“Hey love…”
Nitin — warm, tired — “Hey. We’re on the ground. How’s everything back home?”
Vani — voice gentle — “Sleepy… no, I miisse you…”

Nitin — chuckling — “You sound gone. What are you doing?”
“Baby is crying… so I’m feeding him. Hear his slurps.”

She brought the phone closer to her breast — letting Nitin hear the quiet, wet sounds of Nivas nursing.
Nitin — smiling through the phone — “Aw… give him a kiss from me. Miss you both. We’ll be back soon.”

“Miss you too…” She trailed off — a soft, tired sigh.
Click.

Phone cut.

She recalled last night.


After the door had closed 
Vani whispered first — voice raw, tired from the day.
“What if they take the key?”

Nivi looked out at the Bay — a faint smile curving her lips.

“They will. And they’ll stare at it all they want — key is damaged... it’s the final answer I gave them.”

Vani — confused — “Who damaged it?”

Nivi — calm, steady — “I did. Right after the door closed. I snapped it in half.  .”

They shared a meaningful smile — small, certain, unapologetic.
Nivi — quietly — “Broken. Useless. No way back in.”

Vani nodded — relief washing over her face.
They turned — walked back inside together.

The family stayed.
The secret ended.

(End of Epilogue 2 – Keys destroyed, family stayed)

[heygiwriter]

If you guys can interpret anything else from the open ending, please share here.

Let me see how it goes with your imagination :)

Just curious to see how far the imaginations can go — it can be the same as above or something completely new and different, based on your understanding of the characters or your expectations.

Once Again Thank you all

[Muralimm]

Thanks for the invitation to the end

More over the world In the story plot is perfect pitch

Waiting for the next story line

[Ayush01111]

If you guys can interpret anything else from the open ending, please share here.

Let me see how it goes with your imagination :)

Just curious to see how far the imaginations can go — it can be the same as above or something completely new and different, based on your understanding of the characters or your expectations.

Once Again Thank you all

Busness ia growing Niting and pream jad touched the skh limit one day while takinv drinks Pream vomint some thing which changed life of Nitin and Vani but there was new story started Nitin decided he will return same medicene to vani which she had. Forced him to take and Nitin decided to do same thing with non other then Vani own small sister let see if you can give a new shape to this stpry now its ball on your court