Fantasy 100 Days with My Wife: One Women, Two Desires, One Eternal Love

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Chapter 20: The Breaking Point


The private lab on the outskirts of Mumbai smelled of sterile chemicals and burnt hope.
Jeeva sat shirtless on the cold examination table while Madhavan’s machines hummed around him. Blood reports glowed on multiple screens. Hormone panels. Neural scans. Tissue samples.

Madhavan rubbed his eyes, exhausted after nearly twenty hours of non-stop testing. His salt-and-pepper hair was disheveled, lab coat wrinkled.
“Everything else is stable,” he said finally, voice heavy. “Organs functioning normally. Bone density perfect. Muscle mass holding. But the hormonal imbalance… it’s worse than I expected. Testosterone spiking, dopamine receptors overloaded. That’s why the mood swings. That’s why the constant sexual seeking. Your body is in overdrive — it wants to breed, claim, release. It’s the machine’s final gift… or curse.”
Jeeva stared at the floor. “And the monkey?”

Madhavan hesitated.

“I still don’t know why it died. I tried every new formula I had. Stabilizers, neural buffers, hormone dampeners — nothing works. The reversal is holding for now, but the 100-day wall… it’s unpredictable. The monkey collapsed on day 92. Sudden organ failure. No warning.”
Silence stretched.

Jeeva stood up slowly, pulling his shirt back on. His hands were steady, but his eyes were empty.


another 24 hours went 
“Stop it, Madhavan.”

The scientist looked up, surprised.

“I agreed to enter this machine. I will accept whatever comes after this. I just need to spend the rest of my life with my kids and my wife. I don’t want anything else.”

He turned and walked out before Madhavan could reply.
The flight back felt endless.

Jeeva sat in the window seat, staring at the clouds, regret burning in his chest like acid. He had doubted Anandhi. He had raged. He had let the machine turn him into a jealous, horny monster. All because of one fake video and three backstabbing friends.
He had wasted precious days.

When he reached the apartment, the door was unlocked.
Anandhi was waiting in the hall.

She looked exhausted — eyes red, hair messy, saree wrinkled from the day. The moment she saw him, anger flashed across her face.
“Your brother vanished just like that,” she said, voice shaking. “And now you’re doing the same. You said you’d come back in two days. 

You arrived on the third day. You didn’t attend a single call. Why are you and Rahul both doing this to me? Can’t I be happy for even a few days?”
Jeeva realized in that moment — she had grown attached.

The way she looked at him — worried, hurt, almost desperate — proved it. The closeness these past days had affected her. She had started seeing him as someone she could lean on.
But he couldn’t let that happen.

If Rahul was going to vanish like the monkey one day… then Jeeva would vanish too.
He kept his voice cold, distant.

“Don’t worry. I’m not your husband. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll stay for a few more days and then leave.”
Anandhi’s eyes widened — hurt flashing across her face.

He shut the door to the guest room before she could reply.
Inside, he sank onto the cot.

He couldn’t let her get attached. Not when his time was running out.
But he knw one thing for sure, he cant let t hem crumble after he vanishes, he wanted them to safe, secure, even without him. 
He decided to cash all amount in his bank and to settle it to debt collector himself anonymously and settle their account. 

The next morning he was silent.

He ate breakfast with mechanical nods — no conversation, no eye contact. Anandhi kept glancing at him, confused and pained, she thought may be he feels dejected after she rejected.. but he was cool right what happen suddenly. she was confused, she did'nt want to speak further.. When she left for college with the kids, he followed a few minutes later.

He headed straight to the debt collector’s office.
The man didn’t recognize him.

But when Jeeva approached the counter, the collector picked up his phone and made a quick call.
Minutes later, John arrived.
Jeeva watched from a distance — hidden behind a parked scooter — as John and the debt collector spoke in low voices, laughing.
Everything clicked.

The person who had given them the original loan — the one that snowballed into 20 lakhs — was John’s man. All these years, the trio had been playing them. High interest rates, never settling the principal, keeping the couple trapped and desperate.
Money wouldn’t solve it.

Even if Jeeva paid everything off anonymously, They would say no amount has been settled. 
the trio would find new ways to trap her. 
He realized the truth with painful clarity:

Anandhi needed someone strong to stay beside her. Permanently.


A strange, bitter thought hit him.

“She is not that old. She has kids… my kids. The money won’t be sufficient. But someone who genuinely cares for her…”


The thought killed him inside.
He had no one to share it with. He want to ask someone a idea.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Madhavan.
The call connected.

“Doctor… I need to talk.”
Madhavan’s voice came through — cautious.

“Jeeva?”
“Will you have an answer? for my questions  he asked!”

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Chapter 21: The Asset & The Knock



His phone felt heavy in his hand. He sat at the bench near the public park
“Hello, Jeeva. All good? Any pain?” What's your question about?

Jeeva slumped back, staring at the tree..
He could not open up easily, he dialed to speak openly, about him, abut his wife and kids future. But asking opinion about giving his wife and kids to someone else the thought of it made Jeeva nervous, he had no courage, instead of asking directly he decided to use a reference or metaphor or something indirectly.. 
Just to make sure what he think is right?!
But a long silence, Madhavan voice again came! You there’?
Jeeva said yes yes, 
“Only internal,” i mean the pain… he said quietly. “Have you cracked anything yet?”


“No. But You should come soon. See you gone back in middle of our Experiement ..   


Jeeva sighed, voice softening with weariness.


“Yes, doctor. But can you be sure everything can be reversed, can you be sure i can be same as after 100 days?


Madhavan stunned


Jeeva said im not here to make you guilt, understand me, i have a family, i have debts, i need to fix them.. I need to safegaurd them. I need to cook up stories so my detachment or my disappearance will not be a bother to them. 


Madhavan said im sorry Rahul, itsmy mess ,


Jeeva said not be sorry it's my choice and I entered your experiment . 
I’m just tangled in a complex mess.I know my presence is uncertain before something happens let me atleast make sure i did some basic right thing. 


I actually called you for a different reason, i could not take a decision. So you are elder to me and I have only one you to get an opinion.. I dont know how to begin/


A pause stretched between them. Then Madhavan’s tone shifted — kinder, more open.


“Share it. I’ll listen. I got you into this — if not me, who? My experience might help.


Jeeva’s throat tightened. The words came out guarded, wrapped in metaphor, because saying them plainly felt impossible. He decided to replace with with asset, in his choice of word. 


“Doc… I’ve got an asset. Overlooked for years. Valuable. I need someone trustworthy to hand it over, if I vanish after some days.”
But.. but…


“Continue,” Madhavan prompted, his voice a steady anchor.


“I can’t spot anyone. Who can preserve my asset, value it.  Everyone who i know is waiting for me to leave — so that they can own it or steal and destroy but not preserve.”


Madhavan hummed thoughtfully.


“Not even your wife?”


Jeeva hesitated, breath catching.


“I can’t bring her into that.”


Madhavan didn’t push. He was thinking about what could be the asset that even his wife could not preserve. He stayed in the metaphor, assuming it was land, property, inheritance — something tangible a dying man wanted secured.


“You want someone to preserve — not utilize and ruin?”
“Yes, sir.”


Madhavan’s voice softened, thoughtful.
Do you have any blood brothers or steps or any relation that you feel?
Jeeva intervened no one. 
“Try your most trusted friend.”


“They’re the first culprits,” Jeeva said, bitterness lacing his words. They are the ones who wanted to steal and ruin it.
“Family like distant relatives?”
“No one wants us,” he replied, voice flat.


“No friends,  no family. You’ve spent your life with fakes,” Madhavan said — a gentle rebuke, but not unkind.


“That’s the internal pain, doc,” Jeeva admitted.
“Seek new faces, maybe someone you know in a short time, someone you feel you can. trust. Does anyone fit?”


“Impossible doctor, who i will find in the 70+ days time, the new person may act before me, and i definitely  can’t trust.” the time is short, I need to hand over the asset when I'm here in the town, if that happens I will happily leave everything and will have peace. 


Madhavan said, you yourself are impossible to find with only 70 + days left. I don't know why you called me then!
Jeeva said no doc, I wanted to ask you, should i be bothered about spending my rest of day finding the apt person to take care of my assets, or leave it to the fate of assets and just enjoy it as long as I'm here? This doubt I guess only you can solve for me. 


Madhavan said, i know what you want, is that asset you referred to, why you need to hand it over to some person for presere? Will it add any value? Like will it benefit your family, especially kids in future?


Jeeva thought for a moment and said it's for their safety too and they will have something they can depend on instead of nothing. 
Then it's worth handing it over and when you do it by yourself, as you said you would feel easy. 


“Yes.” but all these days i only had my control on it. Thinking about someone gonna own it, it hurts deeper.
Madhavan paused, then spoke with quiet conviction.
I understand but you came to this point , I once had a car, I had to sell it before it got trashed and unvaluable, sell it when it's valuable, right now whatever the asset may be you are just transferring ownership.. The person whom you transfer gonna treasure it for your family. 


Jeeva said yes.. But I worried I could not find a single person.. No one seems to fit the bill.


With given less time.. 
“Think , among those you’ve seen — best among worst. Key to preserve — defying doubts.”


Jeeva frowned, puzzled.


“How do I give it to people I deem worst — and pick the least bad?”
“Trust me. In my labs i got to get result from least rotten rats. I dont throw rats out.. 


In the case of humans, what you can do is, befriend the least bad person, Build rapport. Observe. Talk. Analyze. 
If you feel they can be a safe bet.
Share your hopes for the asset. If they buy in let them handle it.  Say make an agreement like you are giving that asset for a lease.. In 70+ days watch closer how they handle it. 
Inf few days,  You’ll see if they fit. 
If not unplug and try the next best.”


Jeeva’s mind flared. Sam, John, Kiran and that unknown politician, shits they are worst people, he had no true friends apart from them, only men he know now is suriya.. He is easily best among worst, but he had all mysteries. Suddenly the name striked his mind with an adrenaline rush, the dreams came before him. 
Anandhi in Suriya’s grasp — her saree slipping, his hands roaming, exploring. Her soft moans. Her body yielding. The image hit him like a punch, and his cock twitched hard against his shorts — sudden, painful, the chemical storm flaring at the mere thought.


“What?” he blurted.


Madhavan chuckled softly.


“Your asset’s land, right? People sell quick — ignorant of its worth. Agriculture — legacy.” Poor madhavan thought it was an agriculture land. He decided because he thought agriculture is not fit to women like Anandhi who is in teacher profession. 


Jeeva caught the metaphor, but kept his voice neutral.


“Yep.” he said. 


Madhavan pressed gently. “Try a heartfelt talk, hand ove rto them ,let them sow seeds or harvest whatever they can do in field, observe. 


Issue is may be the person who you choose may not be interested. But its an interested field, make them obsess, increase the interest onn land to them by showing all goods. 


If they look at good side and think its a good oen to preserve & not sell. And  then you will know they are one that cherish it like you. Happy?”


Jeeva could not answer.. 

“Try. Few weeks. Call back.”
“I’ll consider. Work nw.”“Got it — bye.”


Click.

Jeeva smiled — faint, bitter.  “Old man…thought its a land.. Shit” glad  i didnt say its my wife im thinking about 


A wild thought bloomed.

How could He send the asset to John, Kiran, Sam — the VIP — Suriya — test them. If one failed, pull her back. Thinking about its a chaotic mess.


Only option.. A New face? But its Impossible in 70 days. May be i should try some matrimony site, search for someone..  What if she chooses a wrong person after his disappearance, his kids would suffer.. Better for me to select someone 

“Wrong pick — I’d suffer,” he mused. 

Then Madhavan words hit him.. Try the worst out of best.. He thought what if one of them sincerely try to love anandhi? After sex?

His mind collected all their faces.. He think internally 
Him giving anandhi to any one of the trio..

Kiran, Sam, John would gang up — share her — the VIP too 
So he  instantly ruled out.


Suriya.“Only shot?”


Jeeva’s mind circled.


“Help him — watch — few days — fit or ditch.”
Madhavan’s echo rang: *best among worst*


Suriya challenged him, he and Suriya never had a smooth interaction , he plays a good man face but he had kissed Anandhi's bra the last time, telling him he is lust-driven , however he was also unsure why unlike the trio or vip he had not made a move but instead  guarded her by blocking him on day 1.. If he had blocked me, he would have blocked many near the flat...


He knos suriya is only option.. But his mystery filled laptop had all answer he thought, he doesnt want to waste time he called madhavan again. 


Yes Rahul

Jeeva: Do you know anyone who can hack a folder in laptop and access details
Madhavan said the one guy who helped him with duplicate or fake certificates can help.. He thanked and immediately dialed him.

That person said just cope the folder in pendrive and bring i will unlock passwords. 
He said okay and cut the call . 

Jeeva stood from bench and walked towards home, before he decides to test on Suriya, he needs his secrets to confront and know better about Suriya before he makes a move. 

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Chapter 22: Anandhi’s Quiet Storm (Her POV)


The evening she came out of college bit earlier.. Anandhi walked the familiar lane toward the villa, Her cloth bag held a few fruits and a small jar of homemade pickle for the old lady. Riya and Rohan were safe at college; she had an hour before she needed to return.

The gate creaked as she pushed it open. The garden was quiet except for the soft rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of birds. She stepped into the physiotherapy room — a wide, sunlit space with low mats, parallel bars, and the wheelchair waiting by the window.

Madam — the retired headmistress — smiled from her chair. Her silver hair was neatly braided, eyes sharp despite the frailty of her body.
“You’re early today, Anandhi.”

“I wanted to make sure you’re comfortable,” Anandhi replied, setting the bag down and kneeling beside her.

She began the routine — gentle pressure on the thighs, slow circles to stimulate blood flow, careful stretches to ease the stiffness. Madam sighed with each press — “Ahhh… ahhh…” — small sounds of relief mixed with discomfort. Anandhi worked in silence for a while, her hands steady, practiced, caring.

But her mind wandered.
It always wandered to him lately.
Jeeva.

The first time she saw him in the corridor — tall, fair, sharp jaw, intense dark eyes — her heart had stopped. For one impossible heartbeat she thought Rahul had come back — young again, the way he looked when they eloped under the banyan tree, when he tied the mangalsutra with trembling fingers, when he carried her across the threshold of their tiny shack.

The resemblance was uncanny. The voice. The smile. The way he chopped vegetables — same grip, same rhythm. The way he carried Riya on his shoulders, Rohan climbing him like a tree. The way he looked at the kids — pure love, no calculation.

She had felt it — deep, dangerous, forbidden.

A spark.

A pull.
Like she was twenty-two again, heart racing, body awakening.
But she had pushed it down.

When he stood behind her in the kitchen — close enough that she felt his heat — when his voice dropped low (“I just wanted to spend time with you”) — she had turned and seen the bulge in his shorts, the hunger in his eyes. She had shut it down — gently, firmly — because she had to.
“I would love only once… Maybe that’s only Rahul.”

The words had been true when she said them.
But they hurt her too.

And then his cold reply — “I’m not your husband. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll stay for a few more days and then leave.”
It had stung more than she expected.

She had grown used to his presence — his quiet help, his laughter with the kids, the way he made the flat feel full again. For the first time in years she hadn’t felt alone. And now he was pulling away — distant, silent, eyes avoiding hers at breakfast.
She felt… rejected.

Not because she wanted him — she couldn’t want him — but because she had started to rely on him. 
To enjoy him. To feel young again when he smiled at her.

It was wrong.
She knew it was wrong.

He looked like Rahul. Acted like Rahul. Made her feel like she was back in love.
But he wasn’t Rahul.

She had kids.
She had Rahul — somewhere, missing, silent for weeks.
She had herself — a woman who had chosen one man, one love, one life.

She finished the physio session — Madam thanking her softly, eyes grateful. 
Anandhi helped her back to the window, adjusted the blanket over her legs.
“You’re distracted today,” Madam said gently.

Anandhi smiled — small, forced.
“Just… family things.”
Madam nodded.

“Family is everything. Hold it close.”
The word hit her. 

She knows she is having this love feel on someone not her husband but looks like her husand
and he is much younger than her. 

Anandhi walked home slowly — saree swaying, mind churning.

She decided: she would slow down.
Hide it.
Bury the feelings.

Pretend he was just a helpful relative.
A brother-in-law.

No more lingering glances.
No more accidental touches.
No more letting him stand too close in the kitchen.

She would be polite. Friendly. Distant.
For her kids.
For Rahul — wherever he was.
For herself.

But deep down — in the quiet part she didn’t want to admit — she knew it was already too late.
The spark had caught.
And it was burning.

She does'nt know she is falling for young man, and the young man is none other than her own husband. 
Irony she fell twice for same man unkowingly. 

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Chapter 23: The Plan & The Stolen Nighty


That evening, Jeeva sat on the edge of the cot, staring at the wall until the first gray light of dawn crept through the curtains. The chemical storm had quieted to a low simmer overnight — his cock soft but heavy, as if waiting for the next trigger.

His mind, though, was a storm of its own.

He had only two options left.

Give Anandhi to someone (here the only option is Suriya) — or choose someone from matrimony and get her married — before he vanished.
he had to do this because, he fears after he vanishes, trio might disturb her trap her or even some new threat may arise, a solid men support is necessity. That could only possible if he was her husband or lover. 

Suriya was the only realistic and quick choice. But he was not ready to choose him, something still stops him. 

so the next is 
Matrimony? 

But it is Impossible in 70 days — she’d never agree for marriage while Rahul was “alive.” why she had to and how he will be able to convince her. The practical reality hits him. 
But she wasn’t an object.

She needed to consent.
She didn’t even know what was happening around her.

Why would she agree to marry someone else when she still had a husband — missing, silent, but alive in her heart?

The practical thought hit him like cold water.


if she had to think about remarry there must be only two reasons, divorce or his demise. 

Divorce is not feasible even if they mutual, it would take months and he cannot convince Anandhi of this divorce . she wont aggree. 

Death was the only feasible and easy option that wish push her like in a way she’d ever remarry.

Whatever, the case may be 
Unless or until Anandhi herself chose to move on. Only then would she consider another man.

More than suriya the second option looks good. He announce himself dead, make a drama and make anandhi believe it . 

He pulled out his phone. Texted Madhavan.
“I planned to make my wife remarry. She won’t accept if I’m alive. Need idea to make it look like I passed away.”
Madhavan’s reply came fast — cautious, clinical.

“Tough. Legally messy. Divorce or death are only ways she’d remarry under law. But death is tricky the cops willl smell it. 

after a 10 mins, Madhava got an idea. 

he sent immediately. Try this instead: write a note as Rahul. Say you love someone else now, disappointed with lifestyle, leaving them forever. Settling somewhere. Don’t search. Leave cash as support. Make her hate you. No legal trouble. She’ll start adapting to new life.”

The plan seemed to work. 
Jeeva thought she wont grieve for him, she wont be sad, instaed irritated, instead she will choose instantly or atleast in some quick time. She is young and she will choose it. he thought and he himself as jeeva he will make sure she choose one. 

He immediately gone out to nearby xerox shope and wrote the letter and with his hand he put signature and send two to three copies to madhavan in courier. 

The letter is short, cruel, believable.

Anandhi,
I’m sorry. I’ve fallen in love with someone else. The debt, the distance, the grind — it broke me. I can’t come back. I’m leaving the country to start over. Don’t search for me. I’ve left cash for you and the kids — enough to settle everything and live comfortably. Be happy. Find someone who can give you what I couldn’t.
Rahul

Madhavan said he will recieve in mroning and go to his place and get some help to leave it in his room, where he stayed. 

Jeeva said, Anandhi had made a complaint with cops soon they will go there for enquiry, hope the letter gets to their hand in right time, Madhavan said yes. that timing would be good. 

Hours later, 

Anandhi returned with the kids — tired, quiet. She glanced at Jeeva once — eyes searching — but he said nothing. He went straight to his room and shut the door. He was thinking about what could be next after teh letter gets into cops hand. he was planning all aftermaths. He decided to have a check on Suriya as well. Stealing the folders from his laptop is still pending. 

The night he didnt had food his head is full of this mess. 

On other hand, Anandhi didnt know how to react. 
She felt , he himself closed the conversation with her. 
She went to knock the door and ask him to join for dinner. but something stopped her
She didn’t knock.
Night fell.

The next morning Jeeva woke up earlier, he didnt try to steal his laptop but  for the full day analyzed his pattern

Suriya goes for smoking in the roof top by morning 6 AM, he smokes there do some pushups spend 20 mins there he looks around and always softly touches Anandhi clothes put on the clotheslines, and comes back. 
The Doors always kept open, he just missed to utilize the moment. 
At 10 Am, but never leaves his laptop in house. 
By evening 4 He will return home. 

Jeeva decided to utilize the next day morning to steal the lap files. 
The night he could not sleep, he was thinking about stealing lap files. 
He went out to roof top and analysed,
The clothesline was empty — no sarees, no nighties, no bras.

He was shocked to see the ropes has no clothes, he had a dobut what if Suriya comes back quick after smoking, if there is a cloth of anandhi, he may try to spend time with it he thought 

He came back down.

He wanted to grab some of her clothe and put it on rooftop clotheslines. 
Jeeva waited until the flat was silent — kids asleep, Anandhi’s breathing even from her room.


Anandhi’s room door was cracked.
Moonlight spilled across her bed.
She slept on her side — nightdress riding up one thigh, one arm under the pillow, breathing slow and even. Her 34D breasts rose and fell gently under the thin fabric, nipples faintly outlined in the cool air.
Jeeva’s cock twitched — sudden, hard, the chemical storm flaring.

He stepped inside — silent — eyes on her clothes folded on the chair: a fresh nighty, a white lace bra, matching panties.
He reached out — fingers trembling — and took them.

He slipped out, climbed back to the rooftop.

While he leaves, the door creek sound made Anandhi awake, she saw Jeeva leaving with her bra panty and night, she felt awkward. why does he take my clothes? 

she remember he is just a young man, he shown interest in her, may be he taking mine to relieve himself by mastrubation she thought? she thought of confronting him next day .. 

Meanwhile in the rooftop terrace
He hung the nighty, bra, and panties carefully — making it look like they’d been left to dry.
He stood there — staring at them — cock throbbing painfully in his shorts.

Returned to the cot.
Slept fitfully.

Morning came — 5 AM.
He woke early — waited on the sofa. He was looking for movement outside none. 
At 5.55 Am 
Anandhi emerged from her room — sleepy, hair messy, nightdress clinging to her curves. She froze when she saw him.
“Jeeva… you’re up early.”

He nodded — silent.
She went to the kitchen.
Minutes later — footsteps on the stairs.
Suriya.

Jeeva heard the rooftop door open.
He slipped out quietly — climbed the stairs — phone recording.
Suriya stood by the clothesline , cigarette in hand.
He saw the nighty. The bra. The panties.
His eyes widened.
He looked around — no one.

Jeeva knows what he will do now, he know Suriya wont be distracted by anything else, he rushed to Suriya's house down. 

The door is already open. 
He got in..

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Chapter 24 : The Folders & The Footage


Jeeva slipped inside Suriya’s flat — door already ajar, the faint smell of cigarette smoke and protein shake lingering in the air. The place was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan and the distant chatter of kids playing somewhere outside.

The laptop sat open on the table — screen still glowing, no password lock. 
Jeeva was lucky, suriya had cross checked his accounts as soon as he woke up. as a reason the laptop was still put on .

Jeeva moved fast.
He pulled the small pen drive from his pocket and plugged it in. The folders appeared on desktop: “Kids,” “Gym,” “Work,” “A,” “A Target.”
His heart pounded.
He selected both protected folders — “A” and “A Target” — right-clicked, copied. The progress bar crawled — 2 GB, 4 GB, 6 GB. His eyes darted to the door every few seconds. If Suriya came back now…
The copy finished. 8.7 GB.
He ejected the drive, pocketed it, closed the laptop lid exactly as he found it.

He just left his door and came out. 
Suriya stepped from the roof top.
They both froze — Jeeva halfway near the door, Suriya blocking his path now.
Suriya’s eyes narrowed instantly — suspicion sharpening into something dangerous.
“What are you doing near my door?”

Jeeva forced a casual shrug, voice steady despite the adrenaline.
“Why would I need your bullshit house? is that place worth it?”

Suriya stepped closer, shoulders rolling, muscles flexing under his T-shirt.
Before he could reply, a sharp clatter echoed from Anandhi’s flat, vessel dropping, coffee splashing on the floor.

Jeeva didn’t wait. He pushed past Suriya,shoulder checking him, and rushed across the corridor.
He burst into Anandhi’s flat.

She was frozen on the sofa, phone in one hand, coffee tumbler shattered at her feet, brown liquid pooling on the tiles. Her face was pale, eyes wide, lips trembling.

Jeeva knelt beside her — voice low, urgent.
“What happened?”
She didn’t speak — just turned the phone toward him.
WhatsApp chat open.

A message from the old lady’s daughter (the cop).

A photo attached — a handwritten note in Rahul’s familiar scrawl.
Anandhi,
I’m sorry. I’ve fallen in love with someone else. The debt, the distance, the grind — it broke me. I can’t come back. I’m leaving the country to start over. Don’t search for me. I’ve left cash for you and the kids — enough to settle everything and live comfortably. Be happy. Find someone who can give you what I couldn’t.
Rahul

Below it — a photo of a bag full of cash, timestamped yesterday.
Anandhi’s voice cracked.

“Can you take me to the lady’s house? I need to speak with her.”
Jeeva nodded — numb.
“Yes.”

He hailed an auto. The ride was silent — Anandhi staring out the window, phone clutched tight, tears drying on her cheeks.
Jeeva sat beside her — mind racing.
The note was the one he had prepared a day back.. .
Madhavan must have acted fast — planted it, made it look official.

He dropped her at the villa — she said she’d spend the full day there. 
The lady’s daughter would take her to the station later for formalities.
Jeeva feels this will be the safest method, so he wont be exposed to cops. 

Jeeva took the kids to college — Riya clinging to his hand, Rohan chattering about a new toy. He kissed their foreheads at the gate — throat tight.
Then he traveled alone to town — to the accessories company Madhavan had recommended. A small, discreet data recovery shop tucked behind a mobile store.

The technician — a thin man with thick glasses — plugged in the pen drive.
“Old encryption,” he said after a few minutes. “Easy crack. 15 minutes.”
Jeeva paid extra for speed.

He waited outside — pacing — cock twitching every time he thought of what might be inside.
The technician emerged.
“Done. All files unlocked. Do you want to see now?”
Jeeva shook his head.
“I’ll see it personally.”

He paid, took the drive, and left.
Back home, he knows Anandhi still at the villa, kids at college — the flat was empty.

As he climbed the step he saw Suriya was there its just 3.20 PM, he came back early ? or he didnt go to his GYM?
Suriya signaled him like come here... but he dismissed. 
He locked the door. He was curious to know whats inside the folder. 

Sat on the sofa.
Inserted the drive.
Clicked “A”.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 25: Biggest Truth got revealed: The protector and Offender are same


Jeeva sat on the sofa, the flat silent except for the low hum of the ceiling fan and the distant sound of kids playing outside. 

He inserted the pen drive.
Clicked “A”.
The folder opened — a long list of subfolders, each named by month, going back years.
January 2022.
March 2023.
July 2024.
October 2025.

He opened the most recent one — March 2026.
Photos. Dozens.
All of Anandhi.

Hidden camera angles — from Suriya’s flat window, from the corridor monitor, from the rooftop.
Anandhi walking to college — saree swaying, hips rolling gently, pallu slipping just enough to show the soft curve of her waist.
Anandhi bending to pick up Riya — cleavage glimpsed, the deep valley between her 34D breasts briefly exposed, nipples faintly outlined through the blouse.

Anandhi laughing with the kids — lips parted, hair loose, the graceful line of her neck.
Anandhi reaching high for a shelf — saree clinging to her ass, the fabric stretched tight over rounded curves.
Every photo zoomed — her hips, her cleavage, her hair, her lips.
No nudes. No explicit shots.
But the obsession was clear.

Suriya had been collecting her — piece by piece — for years.
Jeeva’s cock throbbed — sudden, violent, the chemical storm flaring at the sight of her body captured like this. He shifted uncomfortably, the head of his cock leaking against his boxers.
He closed the folder.
His eyes flicked to “A Target”.

He clicked.
It opened.
The first video — grainy, timestamped three years ago.
Annual day function at the college.

John — tall, wiry, politician smile — following Anandhi into the principal’s room.
The door closes.
Minutes pass.

Then — a masked figure bursts in.
Tall. Broad. Moving like Suriya.

He grabs John from behind — wooden stick in hand — cracks it across John’s back.
John stumbles, turns, tries to pull the mask off.
The figure slams him against the wall — stick swinging again — not to kill, but to hurt.
John crumples.

The masked man flees.
The video cuts.

Jeeva remembered John’s story to Sam and Kiran — “I almost had her… something fell… I ran… she was gone when I came back.”
Truth: John was attacked.
The “something” was Suriya — masked, protecting her.
Another folder — VIP politician.

Documents — corruption papers, bank transfers, photos of him with multiple women in compromising positions.
A typed warning letter:
“Stay away from Anandhi. One more move and these go public.”
Signed anonymously.

Footage — VIP with women, laughing, groping — clearly blackmail material.
Next folder — Sam.
A video — Sam blindfolded, tied to a chair.
Suriya’s voice off-camera — low, cold.
“You touched her once. Never again.”
Stick cracks across Sam’s shoulders.
Sam pleads.

The video ends with him sobbing.
Last folder — Kiran.

Kiran with a land dealer — faking documents.
Kiran begging Suriya — “Don’t reveal my name… please…”

Sam and Kiran video were taken just a week back.

All these days Jeeva thought its because of his video proof, the trio didnt take a move, but he now knows its because of Suriya and the VIP politician, biggest enemey they cannot offend, Suriya protected her from him. 

Jeeva closed the laptop.


The sexual mood vanished.
He sat stunned.

Anandhi had said the lady’s daughter (the cop) took care of her issues.
But this… this was Suriya.
Suriya had been guarding her — silently, violently — for years.
Beating back threats.

Collecting evidence.
Blackmailing harassers.
But the “A” folder… the obsession… the stolen kisses on her bra…
Creepy. Dangerous.

A man who protected her — but also possessed her in secret.
Jeeva’s mind reeled.

Suriya wasn’t the enemy.
He was the shield.

But the shield had cracks — lust, obsession, hidden cameras.
Minutes passed.

Then — heavy knocking.
Three sharp raps.
Then three more.

Jeeva stood — heart pounding — and opened the door.
Suriya stood there — eyes blazing, fists clenched.
“Why the hell did you enter my house?” I know something is wrong, i checked CCTV and you had entered my house. 
Why Tell me!

He grabbed Jeeva’s collar — yanking him forward.
Jeeva didn’t flinch.

He looked Suriya straight in the eye — voice calm, cold.
“To catch your perversion and obsession with Anandhi.”

Suriya froze — hand slowly withdrawing from the collar — but the intensity in his eyes stayed, burning.

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Chapter 26 : Jeeva - Suriya Faceoff - The Offer & The Deal



Jeeva said, voice low and firm, “Don’t look at me like that. Give me an hour. I’ll come to your place. Let’s speak there. It’s good news for you.”

Suriya stared — suspicion warring with curiosity 
then gave a short nod.
“One hour.”

He turned and went back inside.

Jeeva waited the full hour — pacing the corridor, mind racing. Every minute felt like sand slipping through his fingers. Less than 70 days left — maybe less. The chemical storm still simmered under his skin, cock half-hard just from the thought of what he was about to propose. But he spent full hour to plan, to speak, to keep things organised so a deal is made. 

At exactly sixty minutes, he knocked on Suriya’s door.
The wood rattled under his fist.

Suriya opened,shirtless — sweat still glistening on his chiseled six-pack from whatever workout he’d just finished. White skin taut under the dim glow of a bare bulb. Shorts hugged thick thighs, the outline of his heavy cock visible against the fabric. He looked like a man who owned every inch of the space he stood in.

“Come in.”

Jeeva stepped inside.
Suriya sank onto the sofa — legs spread wide, arms dbangd along the backrest — casual, dominant.
“What’s up?” he asked. “Why’d you enter my house earlier… and what’s this ‘good news’?”
Jeeva didn’t sit.

He stood — voice steady, eyes locked on Suriya’s.
“I’ll help you get Anandhi… if you’re serious about her, like taking her as a wife.”
Suriya’s brow furrowed — shock flashing across his face.

“What??? Are you joking?”
Who are you to do that? 
Jeeva didn’t blink.


Just answer my question: are you serious about her or not?
I know you had obsession about her, i saw you kissing her bra last time.. Even today morning, see this he shows the video of suriya touching her bra. 
Suriya looked at him and said. 
Delete these videos. What are you trying to do ? withe me whats your game


Jeeva said, dont you obsess her, lust for her, im just offering you turn your obsession and lust into love,  i can get her to you.. 


Suriya smiled, the hall has a CCTV camera and voice recorder too. Whatever you speak is being recorded. 


So I have a hand on you as well.. No more you can threaten me. Anandhi’s brother in law wanted me to marry her.. Don't think she will entertain it. If you make me go down, I will take you along .. 


Jeeva said, im not here to threaten a decent offer and deal . 


Suriya confused asked what you will get from this. 


Jeeva said, a revenge on my brother. He humiliated me, for my failed relationship. I'm going to make his relationship fail as well. By making you marry Anandhi.. (He lied perfectly, he had prepared this in that one hour. )


Suriya Spoke: I'm not interested in marriage. Im a divorce.. And she is married and she still has her husband. 
Jeeva said why are you acting like a good man, you lust for her i just ask to marry her and do it rightfully. 
Suriya said no. 


Jeeva asked why
Suriya said. 
“Because Anandhi’s good,” 


He continued “I don’t want Rahul and her marriage to end. I want her protected — not used. Not ruined.”
Jeeva said something not matching.. Why do you care so much ? all you need is her body right ?


Suriya said your sister in law was the only human who consoled me when I got divorced, she generally never spoke, but that day, I sat and cried in the corner, she came, she consoled me, I put my head on her chest and she hugged me warmly.. She allowed for a few minutes, then we departed from then i was lusting on her.. Just one day and one hour is enough.. I should not do that to the person who cared for me.. I tried a lot of times, but I could not control myself. 


“I won’t hide my lust — but marriage? Breaking hers? 


Not ready. May be If she were widowed — or cheated — I’d claim her. But when her marriage is going good, i wont.. A women who thought good for me, i dont want her to meet something bad like this, let her life be good. 
So im not in. 
Jeeva nodded slowly.


Jeeva reailsed Suriya was a good man but he is stuck between a good man image and desire. He wanted to handle this calmly, bt he is determined to know more truths from him and if he is convinced he is ready to push anandhi as soon as possible to Suriya 


Jeeva put a temporary break in conversation. 
“Pretend nothing happened. Lets be Friends as always.” jeeva said. 
“Friends since when?” Suriya asked, voice edged.
“Few minutes ago,” Jeeva said. “We had a Open talk.”


Can i get a coffee Jeeva asked. 
Suriya rose — walked to the kitchen — grounds clinked in a tin as he made coffee. Jeeva eyed the space — order, discipline, no chaos. The CCTV monitor glowed softly on the table — corridor feed empty.
Suriya returned,  two mugs steaming,  bitter warmth curling up.
He handed one to Jeeva.


After a sip,  coffee sharp on his tongue,  Jeeva spoke.
The good news i said is, Rahul left anandhi for a rich women. 


Suriya was shocked. What? Him?
If he is mad, what can he do to a beautiful woman like anandhi bull shit. 


Bul shit, you know how many people eyeing her, i lost count beating men who had been eyeing her and lusting her. 


Jeeva joked, you too lust for her. 


Suriya said i never risked, i mean not in practical or reality. I just keep it hidden inside me. 


I had a kid coming on visitation rights, I cannot risk things like this so basically I'm tied legally and morally. 



Jeeva nodded. May be then 
Suriya asked you said you wanted to revenge your brother using me, then what about he left her drama?


Jeeva said , both are true, in case if he returns back i wanted to see how Anandhi moved from him. 


Suriya said he is a bastard, and clueless guy. 
Jeeva said, dont say you gonna reach Rahul and get his mind changed. 


Suriya said i dont have his contact.
Jeeva laughed then said…. that day you said to me that you are his friend. Remember the day 1 i met you.


Suriya said that to cause fear in strangers , many unknown men come here to sneak on Anandhi, i scare them by using these words. 


Jeeva joked protector ah 
Suriya said no. Just a help returned for her help to me, the one day consolation. 


Jeeva said okay if you are not interested let me try her and bring someone else. May be Rahul's friends. 


Suriya got angry.. His friend, they are never friends. Everyone lusted for her, but they tried to molest her. 


You see this… he opened his laptop and showed it all. 
Jeeva got all pieces get solved. 


Jeeva said i thought that vila lady, the cop daughter doing.. He said they never cared, and Anandhi thought it was their help. I don't want to drag my name here. And it was safe to think those were cops doing it. So I left it. 


But recently they made some financial trap for her, so i beat sam and kiran only after that they kept quiet 


Jeeva said, okay I will help you.. Will you be interested in marrying her now? After knowing he left her?


Suriya said if she agrees i will


Jeeva was curious, he asked if you looked muscular, big man, why didnt you try seducing Anandhi. 


I dont know maybe the respect I had for her? Or something else, I lose courage when I get near to her. It's strange and also the thoughts on kids visitation comes above all. I fear and roll back everytime.. 
But marriage is different im on it. 


If she agrees. Will she agree to me?
Jeeva said, she wont.. Even if she thinks she can move on.. It may require a lot of time , maybe months or years. 


But I need to make things progress before I leave the UK. 
She loves Rahul so much it's difficult with the time frame, we need to make her forget Rahul, we need to pressure her with love and shower love with seduction.. That will move her. 
That way you can own her, seduction first love second marriage third. 


Suriya looked at him. 
Jeeva said, Im repeating again…  I will pull a plan, she won't agree for a second marriage immediately, maybe you seduce her, I will plan, take her in bed, then marry her. 


She is isolated now with no Rahul, but before that i dont want it to be loveless marriage, you need to take care of her kids too. 
”
Suriya caught his hand — grip firm — eyes glinting.
“Trust me — I’ll adore her. Protect her. Give my best. No plans. Help me get closer. Let me try.”


Jeeva hoped — deep down — Suriya might shift from lust to something real. Something that could become family.
He nodded.
“Deal.”

The handshake sealed it — heavy, final.
Less than 70 days loomed.

Its going to be Anandhi for “Suriya — or for no one.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 27: The Villa & The Dead End

After the deals sealed with Suriya, Jeeva catched an auto to pick up Anandhi. The evening sun had dipped low, casting long orange shadows across the narrow street leading to the ladies' house. Jeeva dropped from the auto a little distance away and walked up, his steps measured. He had come to pick up Anandhi as planned—after the day's tense deal, he just wanted to get her home, let her rest, and figure out the next move quietly.



But as he approached the small, weathered gate, he heard muffled sobs from inside. The door was ajar. Through the gap, he saw Anandhi sitting on the edge of the wooden bench in the tiny living room, her face buried in her palms. Her shoulders shook. Two women, the old principal and Thilaga stood awkwardly nearby, one holding a glass of water she clearly didn't know what to do with. . The old lady’s daughter — Thilaga, the cop — still in uniform crisp, expression serious.


Jeeva knocked gently on the doorframe.
Thilaga asked whom do you want?
Jeeva said i came to pick up Anandhi, im her relative, her husbands relation. My name is Jeeva.


The room fell silent for a second. Anandhi lifted her head, eyes swollen and red, cheeks streaked with tears that had dried in salty tracks. She wiped her face hastily with the edge of her saree pallu.


"Come in," she said, voice hoarse.
He stepped inside, nodding politely to the womens.  


Thilaga asked Anandhi, is it fine to speak before him?
Anandhi said yea oky, after all as a relation i only have him!
Jeeva was stunned seeing her question.
Thilaga said sit down there. 


He sat opposite her on the low stool. The air felt thick with grief. On the small table between them lay an open envelope and a crumpled letter—Rahul's handwriting unmistakable even from a distance. Next to it, a thick cloth bag sagged under the weight of bundled notes. The infamous 30 lakhs.


Anandhi's gaze followed his. Fresh tears welled up.


"He... he chose someone else," she whispered, as if saying it aloud made it more real. "After all these years. I waited, Jeeva. Eight years, nine almost. I told myself he was building a life for us safeguarding us from debts.. He keep me giving hopes..  And now this letter. 'I'm sorry, Anandhi. I've found someone who understands me better.' No address, no way to reach him. Just money—like that's enough to erase everything."


She pushed the bag toward him slightly. "See this? Thirty lakhs. He thinks this settles it? Like I'm some account to be closed."


Jeeva stared at the bag. 


Thilaga intervened. Mr?
Jeeva said im Jeeva
Thilaga continued: Look Jeeva your sister in law’s husband case, i have personally enquired about that. Its good you came here, because i dont think Anandhi can handle it alone. 
Absolutely we are he but relations are relations right. 


I just came 30 mins back with all this stuff. I used my team and team at Mumbai cop station, we enquired and got this letter and cash. 


The first impression is that he chose a different life for money and he settled it for his wife. In the letter he says he is going abroad but my sources tell no person in the name or in his appearance had boarded flights around Mumbai.. Maybe he could have flown through other airports, enquiry is still on. 
All we now have is The letter and the cash. 


Jeeva said: Thirty lakhs was no small sum—enough to buy a decent flat in many parts of the city, or clear massive debts, or start over entirely. So my brother gave it as a good bye gift to her.
[Rahul specifically made this setup so that Anandhi can close the loan and lead a new life, but looking at atmosphere and the helping tendency of Thilaga, he thought, the lenders who are part of John team may trick Anandhi in future or trap her. What if money goes through thilaga, she can make sure to stop their traps right? An idea sparked]


An idea sparked in Jeeva's head, He said may be Anandhi you should settle the debts with the cash and put the cash for kids future. 
Anandhi looked at him, confused but listening.
Jeeva stressed: "Do you still have debts?" he asked, feigning a clueless tone, though he already know the answer.


She nodded tiredly. "Yes. Twenty-one lakhs. We've been paying for eight years—interest, interest, more interest. The principal... it barely moves. The moneylender keeps rolling it over. Sometimes I think we'll die paying."


Jeeva turned toward Thilaga  She was in her uniform, off-duty but still carrying that air of quiet authority.


"Madam," Jeeva said, standing up respectfully. "This is outright robbery. My sister-in-law says they've paid for eight years, and the principal amount stands the same. It looks odd. You intervene and solve it for her, please."


Thilaga's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing the scene—the crying woman, the money bag, the desperate brother-in-law.


"Why dont you inform me earlier Anandhi?" she asked Anandhi gently. "We've become friends of late, right? You could have told me earlier."


Anandhi managed a weak smile through tears. "I didn't want to burn you, Thilaga. You already helped me so much—stopping those vultures, Rahul's friends who kept eyeing me. After I complained to the principal, only after that they stopped bothering me. I Know you already done enough for me so i dont want to bother it with you. 


Thilaga frowned, genuinely puzzled. "Sorry, Anandhi. I don't remember doing anything like that. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"


Anandhi blinked. "But... they stopped. After a few days. I told the principal madam—your mother—and then it just... ended. I assumed..."


"My mother never mentioned anything to me," Thilaga said firmly. "If she had, I would have handled it immediately. I had no idea."


Anandhi looked lost. "Then who was it? Did they suddenly get a conscience?"


Thilaga sighed, crossing her arms. That doesnt a matter Anandhi, if that is already solved then be free. But the reason why i wanted to speak with you is and glad your brother in law is also here. So lets make a decision. 


Should I dig deeper and find Rahul? In my experience, if a man doesn't want to be found, he makes sure no trail exists. This whole thing looks fabricated.


He claims foreign location, but our enquiries show no woman visiting his house, no signs at the office. The 'new lover' is very suspicious, I mean I doubt it could be a setup by himself to mislead people. The evidence we have shows he has started a new life and settled you with money. But our instinct says it's a false setup for something else. . People nearby never saw anything unusual."


Jeeva felt a jolt of alarm but kept his face neutral. "Maybe he was very cautious. Planning this for a long time. You can't suddenly get 30 lakhs suddenly on that salary. And disappearing without a trace..."


Thilaga nodded grimly. "Last time he had that road accident—he seemed drunk. We have CCTV footage. A doctor rescued him—some scientist named Madhavan. Minor injury, he left the same day. Office has no record of formal resignation or disappearance. We spoke to the doctor; he confirmed, he saw him, he also said Rahul was telling him he is going t o get married soon.. So that one word from madhavan alone adds weight to the reality of his absconding with a woman but nothing else we get concrete.


Jeeva was stunned. The cops had dug this deep already? He was also glad that Madahavan had lied about marriage without alerting him, that saved and put a full stop in search. 


Thilaga continued, voice lowering. "No other leads. Ever since his disappearance, there is no sign of him. 
Until the letter arrives. I mean the letter is true 
Handwriting matches, signatures match. But why the sudden vanishing? Nothing is seamless. 
Normally for the case of this like a low-profile, for a powerless people and with multiple state cops involved, the case would have moved even a bit. . You got these details only because of my involvement. Otherwise, no one would even get this far."


Anandhi looked up, she said thanks but continued with aconfused. "What are you suggesting now?"


"From here, there's no lead," Thilaga said plainly. "Trusting us won't help further. They won't mobilize forces across states without a clean clue. I fear we're at a dead end. Unless Rahul himself drops a hint, we can't reach him."


Jeeva twisted her words deliberately. "So you mean Rahul planned it so well that he cant be reached? Cant be reach at all? He's hiding somewhere, went ahead with his new life?"


Thilaga hesitated. "That's not exactly—i mean but thats a possibility to ,  i wanted to tell that is what he wanted us to believe may be."


Jeeva question, no dont give false hope
Just tell me can we track him, are you sure his plan is something else?
THilaga said no, i cant be sure
Jeeva asked then what you are sure about 


Thilaga looked at him for a minute, an unwanted rage in his eyes, she said he left her for another woman. 


Jeeva realised Thilaga was reading his eyes, he quickly decided to calm the scenario. 
"I know you feel bad for Anandhi," Jeeva cut in gently but firmly. "That's okay. If the security officer can't help from here, we'll try ourselves. Anandhi, let's go."


He didn't want to drag this conversation longer—too many questions, too many eyes. He helped Anandhi stand, her hand trembling in his. As they reached the door, he paused, turned back.


"Madam, if you can help... please keep that amount and settle her debt fully under your supervision. Clear the 21 lakhs completely. Give the rest back to her. If the lenders have taken more than they should, we can file a case against them."


Thilaga studied him for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay. I'll handle it personally. Come to the station tomorrow with documents."


Jeeva gave a small bow of thanks, then guided Anandhi out. They caught an auto at the corner. On the way, they detoured to the college to pick up the kids—her two little ones who ran to her with hugs, oblivious to the storm inside their mother.


In the auto, Anandhi sat silent, staring out at the passing streets. Shock, anger, sorrow swirled in her eyes, still red from hours of crying. Jeeva didn't speak either. He just held her hand tightly, letting her lean against his shoulder as the auto rattled homeward.

[Mukul@99]

The way you phrase things is so unique.
Like a spider weaving a web of language maniacally.
Absolutely intriguing & compelling.
Eagerly waiting for the next.

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Chapter 28 : Anandhi and Jeeva Bond deepens as they navigate

The auto stopped outside the apartment building with a tired groan. Anandhi stepped out first — legs unsteady, saree pallu slipping slightly from her shoulder. The kids ran ahead, already chattering about dinner and cartoons, oblivious to the storm inside their mother. Jeeva followed close behind, carrying the small cloth bag she had brought from the villa. He kept his face calm, but his mind was a battlefield.
Anandhi unlocked the door. The moment it opened, she straightened — wiped her eyes quickly with the edge of her pallu, forced a small smile for Riya and Rohan.
“Go inside, darlings. Wash your hands. I’ll make something quick.”

The kids scampered in, shoes clattering.

Anandhi lingered in the doorway — back to Jeeva — shoulders still trembling faintly. She took a long, shaky breath, then turned to him.

“Don’t… don’t let them know,” she whispered. “Not a word about the letter. Or Rahul. Or the security officer. They’re too young. They’ll ask questions I can’t answer.”
Jeeva nodded — voice low.

“I won’t.”
She looked at him for a long moment — eyes searching, vulnerable.
“Thank you.”

She stepped inside.
Jeeva followed — closing the door softly behind them.
The flat felt smaller tonight. The air thicker.

Anandhi moved to the kitchen like a ghost — mechanically filling a pot with water, lighting the stove. Jeeva watched from the hall — guilt gnawing at him like acid. He had done this. He had written the note. Planted the cash. Made her believe Rahul had chosen another woman.

To save her.
To force her to move on.
To give her to Suriya.

He walked up behind her — close enough to smell the faint jasmine in her hair mixed with the day’s sweat.
“Anandhi…”
She stiffened — didn’t turn.


He spoke softly.
I know this will be hard on you. 


Anandhi was in silent. Then she said
Jeeva, let the kids sleep we shall talk. 


He patiently waited till the kids went to sleep. 
She said, what you wanted to tell me?

Jeeva told her, no i felt you feel bad so i just want you to be strong and work on reality than in false promise. I need to see you happy and back on track before i leave !
Anandhi asked you are just going to abroad right?

Jeeva said yea it sounds like different world. He was aching inside with truth but try to hide it with false words. 


Anandhi said, see first your brother left me, now you?
Jeeva said when i came here i informed you ii will be here only for couple of months


Anandhi said i know but at this situation, when im alone, its okay i know i should not ask you to taken my burden on you. I mean …


Jeeva i perfectly know what it is. But trust me i care for you.. I truly care for you. 


Anandhi said how can you be so calm when you hear this news? Your calmness made me think you didnt consider my problem as yorus. 


Jeeva said no i do consider.. Its just that keeping bothered on things that happened you should consider the future of kids. They must be your priority when Rahul leave all you for a women i ask you to atleast consider kids unlike Rahul.. 


Anandhi asked do you believe the letter, does he cheated.. Thilaga madam said she suspect his intention, he may be here somewhere hiding for some unknown reasons. 


Jeeva firmly said ,come out of your delusion, think what is before you! I mean the facts. 

“He did cheat on you. He left you. After everything you sacrificed — waiting, paying debts, raising the kids alone — he chose someone else. The note proves it. The cash proves it. He didn’t even have the courage to say it to your face.”
Anandhi’s hand paused on the rice packet. Her knuckles whitened.

“I don’t want to believe it,” she whispered.
Jeeva stepped closer — voice gentle but insistent.
“I know. But look at the facts. Three weeks no call. No message. Then this note — handwriting matches. Cash — 30 lakhs — enough to start over with someone new. He didn’t leave a trace. He didn’t want to be found.”



I guess he just want to skip this mundane life and live happily, he wants you t o be happy as well thats why he left you without a word and he did gave some money to get your freedom from debts and start a fresh life. 
A tear slipped down her cheek — she wiped it angrily.
“Why now? After all these years?” I Lost my youth. I lost my hopes, i ..i.. You never know how it was hard for leading a single women life when husband is away those leechers. 


Jeeva said i know it will be hard. 


When you said about the leechers to thilaga, i understood.. Im sorry he said. 


Anandhi said somewhere deeper i feel he didnt see another women, there must be somewhere else. 
Jeeva hesitated — then lied smoothly.
“Maybe he met someone in Mumbai. Someone who didn’t have debts. Someone who didn’t have kids. Someone easier.I mean with loads of money, how in the world one would come with this much cash money if not someone richer, after all he is human all the years worked his ass fr money and single life even after married, he might be tempted by beauty and money”
Anandhi turned slowly — eyes wet, searching his face.
“Do you think… he ever loved me?”
Jeeva’s throat tightened.
“He did. Once. But people change. Or maybe… they never really change. They just stop pretending.”
She looked down — shoulders sagging.
“I waited for him. I told myself every late-night call, every missed birthday, every empty bed — it was for us. For the kids. For a better future. And now… this.”
Jeeva wanted to hold her. To tell her the truth. To say I’m here. I never left. I’m dying, but I came back for you.
Instead he said:
“You deserve better than a man who runs.” just like him dont run away Kids are there for you start a life that protects them. Pull yourself together and fight it. 
She nodded — small, broken.
“I know.”


Slowly and steadily the little talks from Jeeva changed her, once she sobbed alone at night, but after she started seeing the kids, their joy changed . She decided to forget Rahul or the thoughts on and decided to spend their life and build again. 
Jeeva and Suriya met regularly in roof top in the morning.. They just speak about plans. Suriya patiently waited for Anandhi to comeback from the heartbreak caused by Rahul. He doesnt know Jeeva is Rahul. He patiently waited for first move from Jeeva. 
He spoke with his lawyers about law issues that he could face if he marries anandhi. Jeeva said just hold all talks now dont make people smell. He agreed. 


A week passed.



Thilaga informed about settling to debt collectors, she and Anandhi went together, she found o ut they used illegal methods and fake bills to show fabricated amount, the bills shows she just need to pay only 5 Lakhs including principle. Thilaga filed a complaint, scared they wrote an apology and they surrendered t he documents to Thilaga at station. Under her supervision, she paid 5 Lakhgs ogot all bond papers, cheques, signatures back and she got saved with 25 lakhs. 


Anandhi was happy, back home she thanked Jeeva for the idea about making Thilaga deal this, if not she would have lost it.. Jeeva hugged her tightly over joy.. 




Anandhi was stunned. Later after realising she stepped back . 
The flat settled into a fragile new normal.
Anandhi stopped crying in front of the kids. She smiled when they asked about “Papa” — said he was “very busy working far away.” She cooked. She cleaned. She helped with homework. But at night — when the kids slept — Jeeva sometimes heard her muffled sobs from her room.


Another week passed, once a while, she thinks about Rahul 
But Jeeva was there to change her mind or distract her. But her heart always search him.. 


One more week passed. The consolation worked well for Anandhi, but it had a side effect yes she now totally depend on Jeeva, his opinion, his take. 


She started liking him, kind of love but she thought of labelling it as brotherly love for the society . that faker brother love helping her a lot . like 
Anandhi slowly started coming out of the worst of the grief.
She laughed at the kids’ jokes again.
She hummed while cooking.
She let Jeeva help more — chopping vegetables, folding clothes, carrying groceries.
But something had changed.
She caught herself watching him — the way he moved, the way he smiled at Riya, the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. He looked so much like Rahul in the old days — young, strong, full of life.
She felt it — a spark.
A pull.
Like she was twenty-two again, heart racing, body awakening.
When he stood too close in the kitchen — reaching for the spice tin above her — his chest brushed her back. She froze — nipples hardening instantly under her blouse, a flush creeping up her neck.
She stepped away — awkward, quiet.
Later that night — alone in her room — she remembered a incident happend few weeks back.
How he had taken her nighty, bra, panties from the chair while she slept.
How she had woken to the creak of the door — seen him leaving with her clothes.
She had felt violated.
Awkward.
But also… curious.
Did he take them to masturbate?
To think of her?
The thought made her thighs press together — a shameful heat blooming low in her belly.
She hated herself for it.


Rahul was missing but still she was married to him. But is that matter anymore? Why not i start a new life but Jeeva is too young she thought.. She wanted to avoid it. Buhe thoughts keep coming to herself. 


She is now alone in the bedroom, so why not check for ourselves? lets search Rahul, what if Rahul was into different trouble and i believe fabricated things? She wanted to check with Jeeva, will he help her? When cops turned off why not i search him for myself. 


She resoluted I wont beg Rahul, 
I just want the truth
If he really sees someone. Let me live my life new with the kids. 
But if that's not the case, let's stop my wandering thoughts and do all effort to get him back.
She resolutely decided to open with Jeeva. 


While Jeeva also wanted to be open, open to her about her willingness if she would take a man as husband? He was ready to introduce Suriya to her as her match a new partner in life 


Will Jeeva help her? Or Will Jeeva open his plan about her remarriage?
Who will have the upper hand tomorrow?
. 

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 29: The Slap and the lesson 

The morning light slipped through the thin curtains in pale, hesitant streaks, turning the small flat gold at the edges. Jeeva woke early — 5:45 AM —, his cock soft but heavy against his thigh, as if waiting for the next trigger. He lay still for a moment, listening.

No kids stirring yet.
No soft footsteps in the kitchen.
But the door to Anandhi’s room was open — just a crack — and he heard her moving.
He rose, pulled on a T-shirt and shorts, and stepped into the hall.
Anandhi was already up — sitting on the sofa, knees drawn up, saree from yesterday still on, pallu loose around her shoulders. Her hair was messy, eyes red-rimmed from crying, but her face was set — determined.
She looked up when he appeared.
“I need to speak with you, about Rahul” she said quietly.
Jeeva froze for a second — surprised. He had planned to have a small chat today — gently plant the idea of remarriage, test how far she had moved from Rahul, nudge her toward Suriya. But this… this was unexpected.
He nodded — voice calm.
“Okay. I’m here.”
She rose — walked to the kids’ room — locked the door softly so they wouldn’t wake. Then she came back, sat behind him on the sofa — close enough that he felt the heat of her body, smelled the faint jasmine still clinging to her hair from yesterday.
She took a breath.
“I want to search for Rahul. Will you help me?”
Jeeva’s heart slammed against his ribs.
Panic hit him instantly — sharp, cold.
He couldn’t let her dig.
Everything was his setup.
If she searched too deep — if she found Madhavan, or the real timeline, or any crack in the story — everything would collapse. His identity. His plan. His death.
She’d learn he was Rahul — alive, dying, manipulating her.
He forced his voice steady.
“You should stop worrying. He already left. The note proves it. The cash proves it. He chose someone else.”
Anandhi shook her head — eyes fierce.
“No. I don’t trust it. I still feel he’s lying. Hiding something from me.”
Jeeva’s frustration flared — he couldn’t stop her now. Not without revealing too much.
He tried again — softer.
“Maybe you should move on. I’ll register a profile for you on a matrimony site. Someone good. Someone who’ll stay.”
Anandhi’s eyes flashed.
She slapped him — sharp, sudden — palm cracking across his cheek.
The sound echoed in the quiet flat.
Jeeva froze — stunned.
Anandhi’s hand trembled — she stared at it like it belonged to someone else.
“What do you think of me?” she whispered — voice shaking with anger and hurt. “You think I’m some woman who can just… replace him? After everything? After waiting years? After raising our kids alone? You think I can just sign up like I’m shopping for a new husband?”
Jeeva touched his cheek — the sting sharp, but nothing compared to the pain in her eyes.
He opened his mouth — no words came.
Anandhi realized she had overreacted. Her anger softened — guilt replacing it.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “Don’t bring that topic again.”
She rose — turned to leave.
Then stopped.
Sat down again — closer this time — voice low.
“I know what you’re up to.”
Jeeva tensed.
She looked at him — eyes steady, searching.
“I know you took my clothes that night. My nighty. My bra. My panties. While I slept. I woke up. I saw you leaving with them.”
Jeeva’s breath caught.
She continued — voice soft, almost sad.
“I thought… maybe it’s your age. Hormones. Young man urges. I told myself it was nothing. But now… I see how you look at me. How you stand too close. How you touch me ‘accidentally.’”
She paused — cheeks flushing.
“I’m not blind, Jeeva. I know you want me. Sexually.”
And now i know why you didnt want me to search for him. You think you can obtain me sexually if im away from him?


Jeeva felt exposed only part of it was true, he doesnt want her to search him..
He didn’t deny it. But he knows she had misunderstood everything, but he cant explain.
He couldn’t.
She looked down — fingers twisting in her pallu.
“But I can’t. I won’t. I’m married. Rahul is still my husband — even if he left. Even if he cheated. I can’t just… give myself to someone else. Not yet. Maybe never.”
Jeeva’s throat tightened.
he said — voice rough.
“You misunderstand.”
Lets search for him next week, i have some appointments this week. 
Never thought you will think of me this way, yea  you are sexy , i masturabated on you. I would be lucky if I could have sex with you but i never thought of owning it because of your condition i dont dare. All i wanted is you should get someone as a partner life partner for yourself your age is still 32 young and for kids safety. 
Anandhi firmly said i love only Rahul, no one can even come close love he showered no one. 
Anandhi looked at him — eyes soft, conflicted.
“But I also know… I have only you now. You’re the only one who stayed. The only one who helps. The only one who makes this flat feel like home again.”
She reached out — fingers brushing his hand — brief, tentative.
“Thank you… for being here.”
She stood — walked to the kitchen.
Jeeva sat frozen.


He had a new headache now — bigger than stopping her search.
She was falling for him. He just know it.. Not as a brother-in-law.
Not as a friend.
As a man.
And he had less than 60 days to make things happen the way he want. 


He now knows directly asking her for remarriage won't worry. She need to be seduced sexually, make an affair that is the only way she can now be transferred to another man.. Even love wont work because she is falling for him, he kind of feel it. 


He was thinking a quick plan to turn the things in his favor, he needs to stop her, then he needs to orchestrate something that will bring Suriya closer to her. That way she would stop searching for rahul, once get seduced by Suriya, she will have man to fuck her all day to stop her falling love in with him and searching Rahul.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 30: Jiiva's first Plan


Jeeva decided on the go — no more waiting, no more hesitation. The morning confrontation with Anandhi had lit a fire under him. She wasn’t ready to hear about remarriage. She wasn’t ready to let Rahul go. But she was starting to lean on him — emotionally, physically — and that dependence was dangerous. If she kept falling for “Jeeva,” she’d never move on when he vanished.
He needed Suriya in her life — fast.
Before his body failed.

Before her hope turned to love for the wrong man.
After Anandhi left for college with the kids — saree swaying, pallu pinned, a quiet “See you in the evening” over her shoulder — Jeeva walked straight to Suriya’s door.
He knocked — three firm raps.
The door creaked open.
Suriya lounged on his sagging sofa — shirtless — sweat still glistening on his chiseled six-pack from whatever early workout he’d finished. White skin taut over muscle. Shorts hugged thick thighs. He leaned back, one arm slung over the cushion, coffee mug in hand, steam curling up.
“Whenever you come here, my blood pressure spikes,” Suriya said — voice gruff but edged with a smirk.
Jeeva stepped inside — door clicking shut behind him.
“Cool down,” he said. “So what’s your plan? When do you start?”
Suriya scratched his jaw — broad hand rasping against stubble.
“No real plans yet. First, I need to get into your home. Never been inside. She’s never welcomed me. Breaking in is the start — what do you say? So I can talk. Look in her eyes.”
Jeeva froze for a second — the bluntness hit hard.
It would take a long time.
But he was glad — Suriya was thinking romantically, not just pervetly.
“After all,” Suriya added, eyes glinting, “I’m going to be her husband and father to the kids.”
Jeeva felt something inside him melt — a painful, reluctant relief.
That was exactly what he wanted.
Whatever the cost, he’d root them together. Manipulate. Marry them legally. Give her safety. Give the kids a protector.
“Surya — her guard?” he asked quietly.
Suriya nodded — serious now.
Jeeva paused — coffee mug warm in his hand as Suriya poured him one. The bitter aroma filled the room.
Surya’s eager gaze bore into him.
Jeeva sipped — scalding on his tongue.
“I don’t think an invite will work,” he said. “You need a free ticket — entry and exit — so it’s routine. Anandhi won’t suspect. You’ll get closer.”
Suriya’s eyes lit up — he leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
“Cool — bravo — but how?”
Jeeva paced — sandals scuffing the tiles — Suriya’s eyes followed, hungry.
“I already have a plan.”

He stopped — looked at Suriya.

“Give me your bike. I’ll leave at 8:20 — 20 minutes early that i usually go out, like i will make sure She notices i leave in your bike, i will make sure i  pretend like i g o in rush so i forget to take duplicate key.    I will Fake an accident outside. With your connections, take me somewhere for a fake bandage. I’ll act — broken leg, hand.   I called you first because its your bike.  Post-bandage, drive me to her college. Start talking. Tell her about my accident. Say I need a 2 PM check-up. tell her i had kept my documents in house and you need the key, Get the key. Tell her he needs to udpate you about my treatment and get her phone number and Come back.  

Perfect start. Entry to her house. Number. You get both .
I will act broken for a week, so that you always have free access to our house, just to take care of me. 

Suriya leapt up — joy burst across his face — he grabbed Jeeva’s face — planted a loud kiss on his cheek.
“Bro — if I’d met you a year ago, Anandhi would have been eight months pregnant by now, i can guarantee you that!”
Jeeva pushed him back gently — voice firm.

“No — don’t overreact. The access is just for you to enter. Go slow. Gentle. Sincere. Don’t show lust. Women read eyes.”
Suriya nodded — serious again.
“Got it. Perfect, bro.”
Coffee cooled.

Plan sealed.
Jeeva’s game began.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 31 : The Staged Crash


The morning light slipped through the thin curtains in pale, hesitant streaks, turning the small flat gold at the edges. Jeeva woke early

He rose, got ready and stepped into the hall.
Anandhi was already up — bustling in the kitchen, her cream saree swishing softly as she poured water into a steel kettle. Its metallic chime rang out as she turned, her white skin catching the light, black hair pinned loosely in a bun that swayed with each step.
Jeeva cleared his throat.

“Hello, Anandhi. I have work in the town — a sudden plan. I don’t want lunch.
I’m going now — will reach by night.”

Anandhi’s dark eyes flicked up, curious.
“Going by cab?”
“No. Bike.”
Anandhi paused — brow furrowing slightly.
“What bike?”

“Surya’s bike. I got the key yesterday.”
Anandhi’s expression shifted — surprise, then a flicker of concern and confusion.

When did they start sharing so much?
Did they become friends?

She recovered quickly — voice soft yet firm.
“Be safe.”

She turned back to the stove — steam began curling upward, filling the air with the warm scent of boiling water.

Jeeva nodded — grabbed a fresh shirt (cotton crisp against his skin) — and headed out exactly twenty minutes before her usual departure — 8:20 AM. The town was still sleepy, dust swirling lazily around his sandals as he climbed onto Surya’s bike.
The engine roared to life.

When Anandhi went to lock the door, after got ready with kids, she noticed the house spare key she gave for Jeeva is still on table. He had forgotten the key she said to herself and rushed to college





He sped a block away — then staged the perfect crash.

He slammed the bike into a pile of crates outside a fruit stall  mangoes tumbled, their sweet tang bursting into the air, metal scbangd pavement with a grating screech — he tumbled off, rolling convincingly into the dirt — grinning inwardly.

“Real enough.”


He dialed Surya — voice sharp.
“Come quick. Accident.”

Surya’s reply crackled through.
“Got it.”

Minutes later — a wiry friend of Surya’s (his connection) arrived. Fake bandages wrapped Jeeva’s right leg and hand — white gauze stark against his skin. The bike was hauled off for an “afternoon fix.”

By 11 AM, Surya drove him to Anandhi’s college in his car — engine rumbling low.

The collegeyard buzzed with children’s chatter as Surya parked.

He stepped out — broad frame filling the space — shirt stretched over his six-pack, white skin glistening with a faint morning sweat.

He walked to the headmaster’s room — a stout man with a graying mustache looked up.

“Her guest had an accident,” Surya said — voice calm despite the act.
The headmaster nodded — pressed the intercom.

“Send Anandhi down.”
Static buzzed.

Anandhi arrived — saree swaying — puzzled.
Her eyes widened at Surya.
“You?”

“Why do you search for me?” she asked — voice soft, uncertain. “They said in the intercom my relative got an accident.”
Surya stepped forward.

“Yes — something happened to Jeeva.”
Her breath caught.
“What happened?”
Surya’s tone steadied.

“Accident. Not major. His hand and leg, broken for now. They gave him bandages, but nothing can be said — waiting for other reports. Another check-up is around 2 PM. The hospital is not ready to admit him. They ask for his documents — all were in your house and I don’t even have your phone number. So I reached here. After the results are done, if he can be rested at home, I’ll take him there.”

Anandhi blinked — rushed to the teachers’ cabin — sandals clicking on the tiled floor,  returning with the key. Metal glinted as she pressed it into Surya’s palm.
“Is it major? Should I come with you?”

Surya panicked inside — if she came, there’d be no doctor, no wound — their staged drama would collapse.

He shook his head.
“No — you stay here. It’s not major. I’m here to update you.”

He paused , then asked.
“ How could i inform you .. ? Should I call the college for updates?”
She shook her head.

“No. Take my phone number.”

Surya dialed — a missed call pinged on her phone.
“Save my number too.”

“Don’t worry — I’ll call.”
He left — car rumbling away.

He got the key and the number. 

[Mukul@99]

I guessed & thought that Anandhi was in an affair already but looks like she isn't or is she ? Wow !!! Best read ... with utmost exception at every level.

[jiivawonderland]

Brilliant 

Anandhi never was in affair as i guessed you mislead the readers.

Jeeva alias Rahul wanted to push Anandhi to Suriya.
but Anandhi is attached to Jeeva unknowing Jeeva is none other than her own husband Rahul 
what a tight rope it is. 

i cannot guess what would be next. do us a favor by giving best sex scenes for Anandhi no matter whoever gets a chance with her .