Adultery 100 Days with My Wife: One Women, Two Desires, One Eternal Love [Completed]

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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.

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Chapter 32: The Bandaged Lie


Anandhi’s calls began almost immediately after Surya left the college gate.

The first one came at 11:45 AM — Anandhi’s number flashing on Surya’s screen while he drove the borrowed car back toward the apartment.
He answered on speaker, voice low and steady.
“Yes, Anandhi?”


“How is he now?” Her tone was tight, worry threading every word.
“He’s resting. Bandages are secure. The doctor said no internal damage — just sprains and bruises. Painkillers are working.”
A pause. He could almost hear her breathing.
“Can I speak to him?”
“He’s sleeping. Painkillers knocked him out. I’ll tell him you called the moment he wakes.”
Another pause — longer.
“Okay. Call me the second he’s up. And… thank you, Surya.”
He smiled faintly to himself.
“No need. I’ll keep you updated.”
He hung up.
By noon the updates were hourly.
12:30 PM — “He woke up. Ate a little Rasam Rice. Complaining about pain in the leg, but no fever.”
1:15 PM — “Doctor checked again. Swelling is down. Still recommending rest at home — hospital beds are full.”
2:00 PM — “Check-up done. Reports normal. I’m bringing him home now. Should reach in 30 minutes.”
3:10 PM — “We’re home. He’s on the sofa. Leg elevated. I’m making tea.”
4:05 PM — “He tried to stand — almost fell. I caught him. I guess he wont be normal for some days. ”
5:20 PM — “Kids are back from college. They’re worried but I told them it’s just a bad fall. They’re sitting with him now.”
6:40 PM — “Dinner is ready. I prepared it myself. He ate properly. I’ll stay till you’re back.”
Every call was calm, factual, gruff-but-warm on Surya’s end. Anandhi’s replies were short, controlled, but the relief in her voice grew with each one. She trusted the updates. She trusted Surya.
By evening, the flat glowed with lamplight when Anandhi finally arrived home.
She stepped inside — tired, saree slightly crumpled from the long day, pallu slipping off one shoulder. Her eyes immediately found Jeeva on the sofa — right leg propped on a pillow, right hand wrapped in white gauze, face drawn but calm. Surya sat beside him on a low stool — feeding him rice from a steel plate with careful spoonfuls — seasoned actors in a quiet performance.
Anandhi stopped in the doorway.
Her breath caught.
Jeeva looked up — gave a weak smile.
“You’re back.”
She crossed the room quickly — sandals clicking — knelt beside the sofa. Her fingers hovered over the bandages — not touching — eyes soft with pity.
“How bad is it?”
Surya answered before Jeeva could.
“Not as bad as it looks. Sprains mostly. Doctor said rest for a week — no weight on the leg. Hand is just bruised. He’ll be fine.”
Anandhi looked at Surya — really looked — gratitude shining in her dark eyes.
“Thank you… for everything. For bringing him home. For staying.”
Surya shrugged — casual, humble.
“No need. He called me. I couldn’t leave him there.”
She nodded — then turned back to Jeeva.
“You scared me.”
He reached out with his good hand — brushed her fingers.
“I’m sorry.” I guess we need to shift the plan t o search Rahul to some other day. 
Anandhi signed like dont say it .. (she hinted Suriya is present there) 


She held his hand for a moment — longer than necessary — then pulled away gently.
Surya stood.
“I’ll leave you two. Call if you need anything.”
Anandhi rose with him — walked him to the door.
They spoke softly — 20 minutes stretched into quiet conversation in the corridor.
She asked about the accident — details, timeline, doctor’s words.
He answered calmly — steady voice, no exaggeration.
She asked about his day — if he’d eaten, if he was tired.
She also thanked after learning he had cooked things. He said he would buy some vegetables for using without her permission. 
She said he had cooked for them no need. 
then
He brushed it off — “I’m fine. You focus on him.”
She thanked him again — voice softer.
“You’re thoughtful… calm, composed, sensible, caring. No wonder Jeeva trusts you.” He never befriended anyone, initially you two seemed to stand opposite wondering what happened in between now i understand Jeeva had seen something in you. 
Surya’s eyes met hers — brief, intense.
“I just do what needs to be done.”
She nodded — something shifting in her gaze.
He left — door closing softly behind him.
Anandhi returned to the sofa — sat beside Jeeva.


The night came. 
The kids were already asleep in their room — exhausted from the day.
She looked at the bandages — then at his face.
“You forgot the spare key today?”
Jeeva gave a sheepish smile.
“Stupid mistake. Sorry.”
She shook her head — faint smile.
“You’re always so careful… except today.”
He shrugged — good hand resting on the sofa cushion.
“Accidents happen.”
She reached out — adjusted the pillow under his leg — fingers brushing his calf.
He felt the touch like fire — cock twitching instantly under the blanket.
She didn’t notice.
She sat back — voice quiet.
“Good that you called Surya. I don’t know what I would have done if you were alone.”
Jeeva looked at her — eyes soft.
Jeeva said, this is why I want a partner for you? You need a partner to depend on and not always we can do it alone. But you got angry on me
Anandhi saw him.. 
Jeeva continued
If you marry a person like Suriya i wont be bothered. 
What Suriya? Anandhi saw him surprised. 


Jeeva quickly said i didnt mean suriya, i mean a person like him, loyal, caring and lovely. Look how he looked after me. 
Anandhi laughs a bit, i thought you are coming up with the topic so you wil have a hand in marriage. 
Jeeva said sheepishly, no im going abroad and it wont suit me, i mean marriage but if you are bored, want to try something new let's have sex fun sex. 


Anandhi laughed instantly, "How can you speak like this when you are like this?" She mocked his bandage form. 
Jeeva laughed too. Then he said im serious you are still young get married its good for you and kids. 


Wont it be good if some one matches quality of Suriya, he is really good.


She nodded — gaze distant.
“He’s… good. Really good.”
Jeeva’s heart twisted.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “He is.”
She stood — smoothed her saree.
Then said being just good is not enough, someone i need has to have a undetachable love for me.. A selfless love only Rahul can give that. 
She sighed and said
“I’ll make something light for you. Rest.”
She walked to the kitchen.
Jeeva watched her go — saree clinging to her curves, hips swaying gently.
The chemical storm flared again — cock hardening painfully under the blanket.
He closed his eyes.


The plan was working.
Suriya had the key.
Suriya had her number.
Suriya had her gratitude.
Soon — he’d have her.


And Jeeva would have peace — knowing she was safe.
Even if he had to face the fate. 

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Chapter 33: The Undenied 10 Days Entry

The next morning arrived soft and quiet, the flat bathed in the pale gold of early sunlight filtering through thin curtains. Anandhi woke first  habit more than choice — and moved through her routine with the same gentle efficiency she always did. She slipped into a simple cotton kurta, the fabric light and slightly worn, clinging just enough to outline the full curve of her 34D bust as she bent to adjust her dupatta. 

Her black hair was pinned loosely in a bun, a few rebellious strands framing her face. She padded barefoot to the kitchen, started the stove, and began brewing tea the metallic chime of the steel kettle against the counter the only sound in the still house.

She carried two tumblers toward Jeeva’s room — one for him, one for herself — expecting to find him still asleep or stirring slowly.

Instead, she froze in the doorway.
Suriya was sleeping on the floor beneath Jeeva’s cot.

A thin bedsheet was spread neatly under him, his broad back rising and falling in slow rhythm. His gym-honed body — shirtless even in sleep — looked almost too large for the narrow space, one thick arm flung out, the other tucked under his head. The white gauze bandages on Jeeva’s leg and hand were still in place, but Jeeva himself was awake, propped against the headboard, watching her with calm eyes.

Anandhi’s breath caught.

Suriya stirred at the sound of her footsteps — eyes opening slowly, dark and alert. He sat up without hurry, muscles shifting under fair skin, and rose to his feet in one fluid motion. He ran a hand through his hair, gave her a small, almost sheepish nod, and walked past her into the hall.

Anandhi followed, tumblers still in her hands, voice low but sharp with confusion.
“When did you come? How… how did I lock the house last night?”

Suriya leaned against the wall, arms crossed loosely over his chest.

“Jeeva felt the urge to urinate around 2 AM. He couldn’t get to the bathroom alone — feared he’d slip on the wet tiles with the bandages. He called my phone and informed me, then he opened the door, limped across the hall. I heard him. I helped him. After that… I thought, what if he needs help again in the night? What if he falls? So I stayed. Sorry I didn’t inform you.”


Anandhi stared at him — processing.

Then her expression softened.

“No… no issues at all. I’m glad you’re so thoughtful.”
She set the tumblers on the table — one tea, one coffee — and gave him a small, genuine smile.
“Wait. I’ll prepare tea for us.”

Suriya shook his head, a faint grin tugging at his lips.
“I’m a coffee man.”

Anandhi laughed softly — the sound light, surprised.
“Sure. I’ll then take this coffee… and tea for me.”
Jeeva is coffee person just like you 


Suriya took the coffee, his eyes flicked to her lips as she raised the tea tumbler to her mouth. 

He watched — very graphically — the way her soft lips touched the rim, the gentle purse as she sipped, the tiny bead of liquid that clung to her lower lip before she licked it away.


Yes… taste her coffee first, he thought to himself, then her lips later — in right time.
He sipped his coffee — eyes never leaving her.


An hour later she left for college with the kids — saree rustling, bag slung over her shoulder, a quick “Take care of him” thrown back at Surya as she passed.

The door clicked shut.
The flat fell silent.

Jeeva immediately unmasked himself — the fake bandages peeled off in seconds, leg and hand perfectly fine. He stood — stretching — and looked at Surya.

Suriya grinned wide — arms spread.
“Bravo. I just thought I got house access and her number… 
but your new plan made me stay here for a night . In very close presence to Anandhi.”


Jeeva nodded — voice low.
“Trust me. Do whatever I say. I will make Anandhi yours.”
Suriya tilted his head — curious.

Then Jeeva asked. 
“How’re you so natural in acting? Feeding you, spooning rice… it felt real.”
Surya’s grin softened — eyes distant for a moment.

“My usual self. I used to be like that with my wife and kids. Gentle. Caring. But later… I got drenched in power and money. I slipped a bit. Thought I could win her back by force, with money, sexually. She stopped me. Once she went away, I realized — power and money are nothing.”

Jeeva watched him — something shifting inside.
Doctor’s right, he thought. 

Madhavan the doctor, the sceientist, actually said him, test them, if they are undeserving get back the assets, may be the worst would possess a skill like they deserve it. 
He tested Suriya. He is now sure he is better than what I thought. I misjudged him for being very lustful. I should make it fast, make fast move to get anandhi bedded by suriya. 

Jeeva spoke — voice firm.

“Now the next plan. When Anandhi arrives, tell her you’re taking me to your place.”
Suriya frowned — confused.

“Your place? You just made me enter her house.”
Jeeva smiled — small, knowing.

“Trust me. Do what I say.”
When Anandhi returned that evening — tired, kids in tow — Surya was waiting.

He stood in the hall — casual, concerned.
“I’m taking him to my place tonight,” he said simply. You know men to men, we will speak something, it would be better for me to help from here, i wont be a bother to yoou.. just a day then lets see if he is comfortable let him stay here untill he  
Anandhi blinked — surprised.


“He’ll be more comfortable. And I’m right across the corridor. If anything happens, I’m one shout away.”
She hesitated — then nodded slowly.

“Okay… if he’s okay with it.”
Jeeva — still bandaged for show — gave a weak nod.

Anandhi sighed — a mix of worry.
“Fine. But call me if anything changes.”

The night she went to give them food — carrying a steel tiffin box — she knocked on Surya’s door.
Suriya opened — shirtless again, shorts low on hips.

She stepped in — saw Jeeva in bed — leg elevated on pillows, hand propped on a table. Suriya was constantly adjusting — pillows, water glass, blanket — fussing in a quiet, practiced way she couldn’t quite understand.
She set the tiffin down — voice soft.

“Dinner. Eat properly.”
Surya nodded.

“Thank you.”
She lingered, watching them — something warm flickering in her chest.


The next morning she came again,early, to check on Jeeva.
He was propped up,complaining softly.

“I couldn’t sleep properly. The bed was too low.”
Anandhi frowned.

“Why can’t you be here? you should have informed me right?” You two can be there in our house itsel.

Jeeva sighed — dramatic.

“I’m okay… but Suriya is hesitant. He keeps saying — how can a single man like him enter a single woman’s house like his own? Won’t society blame you? Won’t they ask what relation he has with you?”

Anandhi looked at Surya — who stood by the door, arms crossed, expression sheepish.
She stepped closer to Surya — voice firm.

“Did I complain about it? I know you worry for me. Society has nothing better to do. Society do anything when we are in pain.  It’s my order. Come to my house. Suriya don't even think about what others says, you can be in my house and with us as long as you wish. And if society asks… tell them we are friends.”

Suriya who once could not make a move for years, become a friend in few minutes of Jeeva's drama.

Suriya’s eyes widened — then softened.
He nodded — once — slowly.

Jeeva — from the bed — smiled faintly.
Won’t I know my wife?

The men shared a glance — silent, understanding.
They were sure.
Anandhi was going to be taken by Suriya soon in bed..

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Chapter 34: The Gentle Unraveling


Days passed — slow, quiet, almost tender — and the hesitation that once hung between Anandhi and Surya melted like morning mist under steady sunlight.

Surya began entering unannounced — the spare key now a natural extension of his hand. He never knocked loudly; the soft click of the lock became familiar, comforting. The kids would hear it first — Riya’s squeal of “Surya uncle!” echoing down the hall — and Rohan would race to the door, small arms already outstretched. Surya would scoop him up without missing a beat, laughing low and easy, the sound blending with the children’s giggles until it felt like it had always belonged in the flat.
Anandhi’s guard softened day by day.
At first she watched him carefully — eyes tracking his movements, wondering where the line was. But Surya never crossed it. He played with the kids on the floor — building block towers, reading picture books in funny voices — while she cooked or folded laundry. He asked simple questions — “Need anything from the market?” “Should I pick up the kids today?” — and always listened to her answer. No pressure. No lingering stares. Just presence. Steady. Reliable.
Jeeva watched it all from the edges — sometimes from the sofa with his “bandaged” leg propped up, sometimes from the kitchen doorway, sometimes pretending to read on his phone.
He had expected Suriya to push — to seduce — to let the lust he knew was there slip through in touches or words. Instead… Suriya was decent. More than decent. Gentle. Patient. Protective.
Their friendship unrolled before Jeeva like something pure — almost sacred.
Mornings: Surya arrived early with fresh milk packets and vegetables he’d bought on the way. Anandhi would protest — “You didn’t have to” — and he’d shrug, “It was on the way.” They’d stand in the kitchen together — she at the stove, he chopping onions or peeling garlic — shoulders almost brushing, quiet conversation flowing about the kids, college, small daily things. Jeeva, pretending to read the newspaper, noticed how Anandhi’s posture relaxed when Surya was near. How she laughed more easily at his dry jokes.
Afternoons: After college, Surya helped with homework — patient with Rohan’s endless questions, gentle when Riya struggled with letters. Anandhi watched from the doorway — arms crossed, eyes soft — and once, when Riya ran to her with a perfect “A,” Anandhi looked at Surya and mouthed “Thank you.” He only nodded — no smirk, no triumph. Just quiet pride.
Evenings: Dinner became a shared ritual. Surya stayed — not every night, but often enough that it felt natural. He ate with the kids at the small table, making sure they finished their vegetables, wiping Rohan’s mouth when sauce smeared his chin. Anandhi sat opposite — serving, smiling — and Jeeva noticed how her gaze lingered on Surya when she thought no one was watching. How her fingers brushed his when passing a plate. How her laughter came quicker, lighter.
Jeeva was marveling — quietly, painfully.
No lust. Love?
He had misjudged Suriya completely. The man wasn’t just waiting for a chance to bed her. He was building something real — friendship first, care second, devotion underneath.
Almost a week passed.
Jeeva had to fake progress in his “health” — the bandages slowly reduced. First the hand was “healed enough” to unwrap. Then he started limping without Surya’s support — a theatrical hobble at first, then a more natural walk. Anandhi noticed — relief in her eyes.
“You’re getting better fast.”
Jeeva smiled weakly.
“Thanks to Surya.”
On the seventh day — a lazy Sunday afternoon — the TV blared a reality show in the living room. Everyone was glued. The kids sprawled on the floor with cushions. Anandhi and Surya sat on opposite corners of the sofa — close enough that their arms almost touched — kids between them like a perfect family buffer. Riya leaned against Surya’s side; Rohan against Anandhi’s. Laughter rose and fell with the show.
Jeeva — sitting in the armchair — snapped a quick photo with his phone when no one was looking.
The frame captured it all: Anandhi smiling softly, Surya’s gentle grin, the kids nestled between them — a family portrait no one had posed for.
Mission hit.
Anandhi and Surya — strangers to neighbors to friends.
What was pending now was the final step — family becomes proper when he beds her.
Jeeva calculated silently.
Less than 50 days left.
He needed to push Suriya harder.
The slow friendship was beautiful — but it wasn’t enough.
Anandhi still clung to Rahul’s memory.
She still hesitated.
She still believed in “undetachable love.”
If Suriya stayed only decent, only caring, only safe — she might never cross the line.
Jeeva needed Suriya to act — to seduce — to awaken her body before her heart could refuse.
He closed the photo.
Looked at them — the almost-family on the sofa.
And made his decision.
Suriya needed to push.
And Jeeva would show him how.

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Chapter 35: The Slow Burn Ignites


Jeeva met Suriya privately the next evening ,on the rooftop, just after sunset, the sky bruised purple and orange. 

The town below hummed faintly — distant traffic, children’s laughter, the clatter of evening vessels 

but up here it felt isolated, almost sacred.
Suriya leaned against the pabangt — shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, cigarette unlit between his fingers waiting.

Jeeva stepped out — voice low.
“The friendship phase is over.”

Suriya’s eyes flicked up — calm, but sharp.
“About time.”

Jeeva exhaled — heavy, almost disappointed.
“I thought I could only bring you closer to Anandhi. I cannot push her into your arms. She has to choose. But looking at how slow you’re going… I need to push it.”
Suriya’s brow lifted.

“Why the emergency? Let it take time. I’ll make her love me before I bed her.”
Jeeva shook his head — urgent.
“I would have left the place the day you do it.”
Suriya frowned — confused.
“What?”

Jeeva’s voice dropped.
“I mean… I would move abroad. We also don’t know if her husband will come back or not. This is the perfect time. What if you delay it and Rahul returns? What if he claims her back?”

Suriya’s cigarette slipped from his fingers — fell to the concrete, forgotten.
“Didn’t you say he ran with some woman?”
Jeeva nodded — slow, deliberate.

“Yeah. I said that. It’s true. But what if he gets bored with the new woman? What if he wants Anandhi back?”
Suriya stared at him — stunned — possibilities crashing through his mind like waves.
He swallowed.
“What should I do?”

Jeeva stepped closer — voice firm.
“She needs to feel desire again. Touch her more. Let her feel wanted. I’ll create moments — you act on them.”
In precise bed her.. she wont agree to marriage, she has been telling me, that she wanted to find rahul when i get fine with my legs, if she finds him or if she even goes there, we never can be sure what she would decided. 

Utilize the opportunity now, just bed her, she would slow down, when im with her i will manipulate her into marriage with you.

Suriya’s eyes darkened — hunger flickering behind the caution.
“Tell me what should i do, i just need her. No matter what the method is.”

Jeeva laid it out — simple, precise.
“First deliberate seduction setup — this evening.”


That evening, Jeeva poured a thin trail of oil on the footpath outside the kitchen 
just enough to be slippery, not enough to look deliberate. He waited.
Anandhi came out
carrying a steel vessel to wash 
saree swishing softly, pallu tucked neatly, unaware.
Her foot hit the oil patch.


She slipped — breath catching — body tilting backward.
Surya — who had just arrived “to check on Jeeva” — was already there.
He caught her.

Arms wrapped around her waist — strong, sure — pulling her against his chest. Their bodies pressed together — her 34D breasts flattening against his hard torso, her hips slotting against his thighs, his breath warm on her neck. For a brief, electric second — time stopped.
Her breath hitched.

His hand lingered on her waist — fingers splaying just above her hip — steadying her, but also claiming.
Anandhi’s eyes locked on his — wide, startled, something flickering deep inside.
Surya’s voice was low — almost a whisper.
“You okay?”

She nodded ,cheeks flushed, struggled to step back.
But the moment clung to her.
Jeeva — watching from the doorway, saw the change.

Her look on him shifted.
He had been casual before — neighbor, helper, friend.
Now… he was a man.
She struggled to be normal — turned away quickly, busied herself with the vessel — but Jeeva saw it: the slight tremble in her fingers, the flush creeping up her neck, the way her thighs pressed together when she thought no one noticed.
A single incident had turned her.
Heat rising inside Anandhi — unwanted, undeniable.
Two more days passed.
Jeeva kept watching.

He started giving casual touches — brushing her arm when passing a plate, letting his hand linger on her lower back when guiding her around a chair, standing close enough in the kitchen that she felt his body heat.
Every time — her breath caught.
Her nipples hardened under her kurta.
Her thighs clenched.
She fought it — turned away, busied herself — but Jeeva noticed.
She was uneasy around him now — not angry, not repulsed — just… aware.
That night — after Suriya went back to his flat — Jeeva sat with her in the hall.
The kids were asleep.

The TV murmured low — some old serial neither of them watched.
Jeeva spoke — casual.

“Tomorrow is Sunday. I’m going for the doctor’s final check-up in the morning. 
I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
Anandhi nodded — distracted.
“Okay.”

Jeeva paused — then added.

“Suriya said he’ll cook for us tomorrow. To thank us for considering him as one of us.”
Anandhi looked up — surprised.

“He said that?”
Jeeva nodded.

“Yeah. But it won’t be good if he cooks alone. You should go help him. Tomorrow morning, while I’m at the doctor. What do you say?”
Anandhi hesitated, eyes flicking to the door across the corridor.

Then — softly — she said:
“Okay.”

Jeeva smiled — small, secret.
He texted Suriya immediately.

“Tomorrow morning she will come to your place to help you cook. Do something. Fuck her. You two are alone.”
Suriya’s reply came back fast.
“I’ll try.”

Jeeva inhaled deeply, chest tight.
The game was accelerating.
Less than 50 days left.

He had set the trap.
Now, he could only watch it close.

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Chapter 36: Surya messed up his lone time with Anandhi 


Sunday morning 
It was 11:20 AM when Jeeva returned from the “hospital”. He stepped inside expecting to find Anandhi already at Surya’s flat, cooking together as planned.

Instead she was still home.

Rohan had tripped while playing — banged his shin hard against the doorframe — and was now sobbing dramatically on the floor, clutching his leg like it was broken. Anandhi knelt beside him — soothing, kissing the “boo-boo,” promising chocolate if he stopped crying. Riya hovered nearby — worried, holding her brother’s hand.

Jeeva’s plan had flopped — temporarily.
He crouched beside Rohan — voice gentle.

“Let me see, champion. Big boys don’t cry for small bumps.”
Rohan sniffled — looked up with teary eyes.
“It hurts, Jeeva mama…”

Jeeva examined the shin — no swelling, no bruise — and ruffled the boy’s hair.
“You’re tough. It’ll be fine in five minutes. How about I tell you a story while Amma finishes her work?”
Rohan nodded — tears slowing.

Jeeva glanced at Anandhi — she gave him a grateful look.
He texted Surya quickly.

“Call her now. Ask cooking doubts. I’ll handle kids — send her over.”
Surya’s reply came instantly.
“On it.”

A minute later — Anandhi’s phone rang.
She answered — voice warm.
“Hello?”

Surya’s gruff tone came through — loud enough for Jeeva to hear.
“Anandhi… cooking doubts. This sambar powder, how much? And 
the oil — should I heat it first or add everything together?”
Anandhi smiled, phone pressed to her ear.

“Two spoons powder. Heat the oil first — let it smoke a little, then add mustard seeds…”
Another call five minutes later.

“Spices? I put turmeric already — now what?”
Anandhi laughed softly.

“Add coriander powder next. Half spoon. Stir well.”
Back-to-back calls — one after another — Surya asking small, innocent questions — Anandhi answering patiently, smiling wider each time.
Jeeva watched from the corner — Rohan now calm on his lap, story half-told.
He caught her eye — casual.

“Why are you laughing like any thing are there any joke on your mobile?”
Anandhi grinned — cheeks faintly pink.

“Surya’s risking it cooking. He’s hopeless in the kitchen.”
I wonder how where his cooking skill vanished. 
Jeeva chuckled — then said lightly:

“Oh no hotels are leave today.. dont risk it.. Instead of doing it on the phone… just go to his place and help him. He’ll burn the kitchen otherwise.”
Anandhi paused — gaze flicking to the door across the corridor.
She hesitated — fingers tightening on her pallu.
He said dont hesitate i will take care of kids. 

Then — softly — she said:
“Take care of the kids.”

She slipped into her room , adjusted her saree, the green fabric hugged tighter across her breasts and hips as she smoothed it down — emerged looking composed but with a faint flush on her cheeks — and strode to Surya’s flat.
She knocked.

The door creaked open.

Jeeva — 
at the corner of the hall 
watched her step inside.

The door shut behind her with a soft click.
He blinked.


Two hours stretched ,  no sign of her.

Jeeva sat on the sofa — kids playing quietly now 
mind racing.
“Are they really Cooking… or Suriya got her into fucking?”


He chuckled — low, bitter — then sobered.
Shivers crept up his spine.
“Unplanned. Alone.”

He dialed Surya — phone trembled in his hand.
No answer.
He dialed again.
Still nothing.

Panic rose — sharp, acidic.
Did he win her body already?

He was fine pushing her to Suriya — he had planned it, orchestrated it — but the thought killed him. 

The image of Surya’s hands on her waist, his mouth on hers, his cock inside her — it twisted something deep in his chest. His penis throbbed painfully — not just arousal, but anguish — the chemical storm turning pleasure into torment.

He paced.
Thirty minutes later — the door across the corridor opened.
Anandhi returned.

Her saree was wet in patches,  clinging to her skin, hair dripping slightly — face flushed yet an anger flared in her eyes .
She rushed inside — didn’t look at Jeeva directly — went straight to her room.

Jeeva got a message  from Suriya

I think i messed up. 

then he read full incident typed by Suriya. 
He was not just shocked but a tense flared in him. 
How will manage this scenario. he was panicked

10 Minutes later she emerged — changed into a dry pink kurta — the thin fabric molding to her still-damp skin, 34D bust pressing visibly against it, nipples faintly outlined from the chill. She was still tensed.

Jeeva got a message  from Suriya again
do something have things in your control. 

Anandhi came in and said you all go and have lunch there, and get me a lunch from this hotbox, she raised an hotbox to Jeeva. 

Jeeva analysed her behavior, a hope flared in him 
Jeeva decided, he stood from his chair, went near her 

“Tell me what happened. Why are you like this?”

Anandhi looked at him — she was shivering, eyes locked on his.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 37: The Two hours of Mess


Exactly two hours back she came.

The door got shut — not locked.

Suriya stood there — casual, smiling — as Anandhi stepped inside. She wore the soft green saree, the one that clung just enough when she moved, the pallu tucked neatly at her waist. Her hair was pinned loosely, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She looked around Surya’s flat — clean, sparse, masculine — and gave a small, nervous smile.

“Thanks for helping me out,” Suriya said, voice easy.
Anandhi raised an eyebrow — half-teasing, half-curious.
“You know how to cook, right? What happened now?”
Suriya shrugged — sheepish grin.

“I know the basics — rasam, dal. Sambar and all that… new. Today it was my treat, so I’m just making sure it should be better.”
Anandhi laughed softly — the sound light, unguarded — and stepped toward the kitchen.
“Then let me see what you’re doing wrong.”

She started suggesting — gentle instructions, pointing at the spice boxes, adjusting the flame, stirring the pot when he hesitated. Suriya purposely struggled — let the onions burn a little, asked “Is this enough salt?” — drawing her closer. Their bodies brushed — arm against arm, shoulder grazing shoulder — as they worked side by side. Cooking finished in an hour — sambar bubbling, rice steaming, the kitchen warm and fragrant.

Then the plan.
Suriya had already loosened the kitchen tap the night before — tied it with a thin, glossy rope hidden under the sink so it looked intact. As soon as they finished cooking, he “accidentally” tugged it while reaching for a spoon.

The tap broke.
Water sprayed — sudden, forceful — splashing both of them.

Suriya asked Anandhi to help him in closing the tap, but in t he attempt they got more drenched , when they fixed it. 

Anandhi gasped — stepping back. The green saree soaked instantly — clinging to her skin, turning almost transparent over her white blouse. The fabric molded to her 34D breasts — shapes clearly visible, dark nipples outlined through the wet cloth. Water dripped from her hair, trailed down her neck, ran in rivulets between her cleavage.

She panicked — hands flying to cover herself — face flaming.
“I need to go—”

Suriya blocked her path — voice calm, concerned.
“Wait. There’s another person — a young fellow at home. Your appearance will give him unwanted ideas. Be here. Don’t go home like this.”
Anandhi froze — shy, furious, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
Suriya stepped closer.
“Stay here.”

He guided her — hand gentle on her elbow — toward his bedroom.
She resisted at first — but the water was cold, the saree heavy — she let him lead.

Inside — she stood near the bed — hiding herself with her arms, trembling.
Suriya opened the windows — warm air rushed in — then turned to her.

“Remove the clothes. Put them to dry. 
Twenty-thirty minutes, they’ll be okay.”
Anandhi’s eyes widened.

She shook her head — voice small.
“I can’t… i cant change here, let me g o to house”

He Said no, do here.
Suriya grabbed a towel from the chair — offered it.
“Just dry yourself. I’ll step out.”

His tone and his authorativeness raised a doubt in her.
She took the towel — but threw it back at him.
Her eyes flashed — suspicion, fear.

“Suriya… your intention seems bad. Get away from me.” Im moving to my house. 

Suriya’s face darkened — anger flaring suddenly, uncontrollably.
He didn’t know where it came from — the weeks of restraint, the constant wanting, the rejection in her tone.
He pushed her — hard.
She stumbled back, fell onto the bed.
He came over her, pinning her wrists above her head — body heavy on hers.
“Do you think you can escape my grip?” he growled.
Anandhi struggled,legs kicking, body twisting — but his strength was too much.


He leaned closer, voice low, dangerous. Like he was going to kiss her, 
She turned her face in an attempt to fight


He said in her ears. “If my intention was your body… in the last four-five years I had so many chances. When you were alone. I never took them.”

Anandhi stopped struggling, the truth in his tone hitting her.

She stared up at him, face straight, confident — no tears, no fear now.
“Let me go.”

Suriya exhaled, anger draining, replaced by shame.
He rose, slowly, releasing her wrists.
But as he stood, his foot slipped on the wet floor.
He fell forward, hand shooting out to catch himself.

It landed on her breast — palm cupping the wet, soft mound through the soaked blouse.

They froze 
second stretched
his fingers feeling the hard nipple beneath the fabric, her breath hitching sharply.
Suriya yanked his hand away — face burning.

“Sorry its its 
accident — I just wanted to prove my point 
but everything turned bad — I’m sorry.”

He backed away — voice solid, broken.
“Dry yourself. Go to your house.”

Anandhi sat up — pulled the wet saree tighter around herself — eyes hard.
She didn’t speak.

She walked past him, into the bathroom, closed the door.
Fifteen minutes later, she stormed out, saree still damp but re-wrapped, face set in fury.

She didn’t look at him.
She left.
Surya typed the message, sent it.
Looks I messed it Jeeva reads.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 38: The Knife & The Trump Card


Continuation from Chapter 36 


“What happened? Tell me. Why are you telling me to get food from him… but you won’t come there?”
Anandhi glanced around — Riya and Rohan were absorbed in their game — then whispered.
“Kids are here…”

Jeeva stood — grabbed her wrist gently but firmly and pulled her toward the bedroom.
She didn’t resist — followed — door clicking shut behind them.

Inside — the room was dim, curtains half-drawn, air thick with the scent of her jasmine oil and the faint dampness of her hair.
Jeeva turned to her — eyes searching her face.

“Your saree was wet. Your hair was messy when you came back. Did he do anything bad to you?”
Anandhi shook her head quickly — too quickly.
“No… no…”

Jeeva stepped closer — voice dropping.
“Then come with me. Let’s have lunch there.”
Anandhi backed up a step — shaking her head harder.
“No. I’m not feeling well.”
Jeeva’s eyes narrowed.

“You look perfectly fine. Are you going to tell me… or shall I kick his door and ask him myself?”
Anandhi panicked — hands flying up.

“No — no! I’ll tell you.”
She took a shaky breath — eyes darting to the door, then back to him.

“It’s… it’s a small accident.”

Jeeva folded his arms — waiting.
“What accident made you wet?”
She swallowed.

“The tap was broken. Water splashed everywhere. We both got drenched. My saree… my blouse… everything became see-through.”
Jeeva’s gaze darkened.

“You tied your hair when you went there. Why was it loose now?”
Anandhi’s voice trembled.

“Please listen. I got drenched so he asked me to dry there — in his house. Like… undress, wear a towel. I was uncomfortable. I said I’ll go home like this. He got angry… and pushed me on the bed.”

Jeeva’s breath caught.
“He did what?”

Anandhi rushed on — words tumbling.
“It was so strange. I got panicked. 
Then he said… if his intention was my body, he would have done it years back — when I was alone. 
He had so many chances. But he didn't use it, 

I don't know why he was strange today!
I got a feel, like, A man who could force this much, only says he hide his intentions for a long... 



Jeeva felt Anandhi had a bad impression on suriya now.. he wanted to break it but befor he process she said. 

After that when he tried to get up… his hand slipped and touched my body (she hides its her breast). 

It was an accident. 
May be he was not like what i thought but i think we reached a point . 
I know — but I couldn’t face him after that. I just… ran.”

Jeeva’s mind spun — panic, rage, opportunity colliding.


He turned — eyes scanning the room, he wanted to turn entire thing into a positieve for suriya, 
he quickly spotted a small kitchen knife on the side table (left from cutting fruit earlier).
He grabbed it — knuckles white.
Anandhi’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing?”

Jeeva strode toward the door — knife in hand.
“He thinks he’s a hero? A savior? Just because he beat Sam, John, Kiran, and that politician doesnt mean he can misbehave with you?!
“Jeeva — stop!”

He froze — knife still raised.
Anandhi stared at him — shocked.
I said its accident and i know it. 

Wait what you said. 
Suriya beat them?
“What is all that? Suriya did all that?”


Jeeva’s breath hitched — the trump card slipping out in a way like he made it sure he slip it out of rage.
like ...  He hadn’t meant to reveal it yet.  But the knife, the anger — it all poured out.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 39: The Truth Demanded


Anandhi stood frozen in the bedroom doorway. pink kurta still clinging slightly to her damp skin, 34D bust rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths. Her eyes — red from crying, sharp from anger — locked on Jeeva like twin blades.

“How do you know it?” she asked, voice low, trembling with fury.
“From when do you know it? 
Why did you hide it all these days?”

Jeeva sat on the edge of the bed 
head bowed — the knife now lying forgotten on the side table.
He couldn’t meet her gaze.

“I have my own reasons to hide it,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

Anandhi stepped forward — voice rising.
“Sorry is not enough. I want to know the truth now.”

She demanded it — raw, unyielding — the woman who had waited years for Rahul suddenly refusing to wait another second for answers.
Before Jeeva could respond — three sharp knocks echoed from the main door.
They both froze.

Anandhi’s eyes flicked toward the sound — then back to Jeeva — torn.
Jeeva stood — slowly — and walked past her to the hall.
He opened the door.

Suriya stood there — carrying three steel vessels stacked in his arms, the aroma of hot sambar, rice, and rasam wafting into the flat. His face was calm — but his eyes were wary.

“Kids need to eat on time,” he said simply — stepping inside without waiting for invitation. He placed the vessels on the dining table — one by one — lids clinking softly.

Anandhi emerged from the bedroom — arms crossed tightly over her chest — staring between the two men.
Suriya glanced at her — brief, careful — then turned to the kids.

“Come on, champions. Lunch time.”
Riya and Rohan ran over — excited — already lifting lids, chattering about the smell.

Anandhi didn’t move.
She looked at Suriya — then at Jeeva — torn.

On one side — Suriya — the man who came inside as a friend, who behaved strangely, but a truth came out today, he silently saved her from vultures for years, She was not sure if he is bad or good, but all she know is he does something without even asked and he didnt even wanted to tell about it.

On the other — Jeeva — the only person she had leaned on these past weeks, the one who stayed when Rahul left, the one who made her feel safe, wanted… and now the one who had hidden the biggest truth from her.

She couldn’t tell anymore about anything

She walked to the table — opened the vessels mechanically  and started serving the kids into small bowls. Her hands shook slightly.
She lifted the lid of the last vessel  and froze.
A small folded note sat on top of the rice.
She unfolded it — read it silently.
Sorry.

No explanation.
Just Sorry.

She didn’t react — didn’t look at Suriya — just folded it again, tucked it into her pallu, and continued feeding the kids.
The night passed in heavy silence.

All three adults moved like ghosts — disturbed, distant.
Jeeva helped the kids with homework — voice flat.
Suriya sat in his house, awaiting for a call or text  from Jeeva.

Anandhi cleaned, served, existed, but her eyes were far away.
Later, when the kids were asleep  Jeeva He texted Suriya.

A long set of plans — cold, calculated.


Suriya’s reply came back almost instantly.
Understood. I won’t mess up again.
Jeeva exhaled — chest tight.

He expected Anandhi would confront him direct tomorrow.
Years of marriage had taught him her patterns.

As expected —
The next morning, at 6:00 AM sharp as soon as she woke Anandhi slipped out of the flat.

She walked across the corridor, barefoot — saree from yesterday still on, hair loose and knocked on Surya’s door.
Jeeva — already awake, listening from his cot — heard the soft rap.

The Door open. 
Its not just the door open, a chance for him to claim, if Suriya plays as same as Jeeva wanted

[Mukul@99]

I can sense a shocking revelation that reinterprets the story. Just being curious. The way you write and narrate makes it compelling & riveting. Can't wait to find out what is going to happen next.

[tomdickharry2024]

What a fascinating plot this is.. each update is brilliant.. thanks heygiwriter!

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 40: The Big Game of Suirya and Jeeva


The door opened before Anandhi’s knuckles could finish the third knock.

Suriya stood there, shorts slung low on his hips, hair still sleep-rumpled, eyes already alert. The faint smell of brewed coffee drifted from inside — he’d been up, waiting.
He didn’t speak — just stepped aside.

Anandhi walked in, barefoot, yesterday’s saree still on, hair loose and tangled from a sleepless night. 

The door clicked shut behind her - soft, final.


She stopped in the middle of the hall, arms folded tightly across her chest, yes locked on him like a blade.


“I want the truth,” she said, voice low, steady, but trembling at the edges.

Suriya leaned against the wall, arms crossed, mirroring her posture. He had been prepared by Jeeva in advance, but he had his own plan today.

he decided to ack like he is not aware of what she actually asks.

He replied, “The truth is, what happened yesterday was an accident.
The thought that you mistook me disturbs me.”


Anandhi asked sharply, “Even pushing me onto the bed was an accident?”
Suriya exhaled — slow, heavy — shame flickering across his face.

“Let me explain once again,” he said.

“It was an accident. The tap breaking — everything. When you got wet, I was worried about how Jeeva would look at you. He is a young man. I hope you understand what I mean.”


She didn’t like how he doubted Jeeva.

Suriya continued, voice rough. “But when you panicked… when you said my intention was bad… I lost control. I pushed you. I pinned you. I wanted to prove I could have taken you a thousand times if I wanted — but I never did. I wanted you to see I’m not a threat. Instead, I became one.”

Anandhi’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t interrupt.

Suriya went on. “The hand on your breast — that was a slip. I fell. I tried to catch myself. I’m sorry. I never meant to touch you like that. I swear.”

Anandhi studied him — long and hard.
Then, quieter, she asked the real question.

“I messaged you in the morning for a private talk, is actually not for this, i realized this was an accident and i overreacted it. 

I wanted to know the real truth, the truth about Sam, John, Kiran, and that VIP politician. How do you know about them? Why did you… do all that?”


Suriya’s jaw tightened.
“Jeeva told you.”

Anandhi nodded sharply.
“He slipped in rage. Said you beat them. Blackmailed them. Kept them away from me for years. I want to hear it from you. Frankly. No hiding.”

Suriya looked away, then back — eyes steady.

“Should I be honest with you? Or do you need a pleasing answer?”

Anandhi said firmly, “Please be honest. You never know what I’m going through lately. I’m trying to figure out a reason to live with trust and hope.”


Suriya nodded.
“Okay. I’ll tell you.”

He pushed off the wall, walked to the small table, and pulled out a chair for her.
She didn’t sit.
He said softly, “Please sit. I’m nervous this way.”

She just looked at him ,instead of sitting she came up with next question

“So you admit you are the one who chased away all the troublemakers? Why?”

Anandhi was expecting the answer “I love you” — that’s why. - A random madman's confession. She prefixed what could be reason for the men like them. 



Suriya knew if he said “I loved you,” she wouldn’t buy it. So he decided to play a safer, deeper emotional game.

He said, “It’s a way for me to give back your kindness, a way to thank you.”

Anandhi didn’t expect this answer. 
She asked, “What? Kindness? 
What did I do?”

Suriya smiled gently.

“Do you forget? 
Okay, I’ll tell you why — maybe my side of the story. At the end, you will know all the answers..”


“After my divorce… I cried alone in this same room. Files, papers, clothes — everything shattered. My voice echoed down the whole street. Everyone talked badly about me, calling me a domestic abuser and worse. No one cared to check on me. Everyone believed her lies.

That was a rainy day. I remember breaking down on the floor, crying. You came. You picked me up. You hugged me. I know how long I cried, falling on you, my face buried in your chest while you consoled me. That may seem little to you, but you asked me to fight back. Ever since, I’ve been fighting — because that night I found hope. I realized I wasn’t alone in the world.


After you consoled me… I got a new lease on life. After you left, I stopped crying and started fighting seriously to get my kid back legally. But I wasn’t completely recovered. That’s when Riya and Rohan ran to me. You didn’t stop them. It continued for a week. Rohan and Riya became my saviors.

I wished to have a friendship with you — nothing too close, just a plain hi-and-bye kind of friend. But an old lady down the street badmouthed us. I realized what society would do to a single woman like you and a single man like me. I decided to stay away. But I realized later with your actions, that you decided the same. I mentally prepared that I had loose you too.


Still, I was grateful when the kids didn’t stop coming. I realized the pattern — you sent them only on Sundays. Even if you didn’t speak with me, the kindness you showed touched me. I decided to be good to Rohan and Riya.


I attended college functions. I used to stand behind you without you even knowing..  i used to wear masks to hide myself to not to bother your or become a talk inside society.. I did all this for kids, like i wanted to appreciate the kids, when they are stage dancing, singing etc..

But some months later, I noticed Sam visiting you and the kids regularly. I didn’t see anything unusual at first, but one day I accidentally saw Sam peeking through the keyhole of your main door. He could have come in or waited outside, but he sneaked and peeked. I doubted his intention.

That’s when I followed and learned their real plan. John, Sam, and Kiran had teamed up against Rahul. Their goal was to bed you — and share you among themselves. It was the cruelest thought.

I wanted to warn you, but I feared you might mistake my intention.

I watched them closer. That’s when I saw Sam get slapped by you. I thought his role was done. Then, during Riya’s dancing competition at the annual day, you went missing when she came on stage. I searched for you and realized John had drugged you and you were unconscious. I chased him away and beat him while wearing a mask.

Then a VIP who visited the college behaved badly with you — he forced you to satisfy his ugly needs. I found his weakness and blocked him.

I know the pain of being wrongly accused by society. I didn’t want you to become a victim. These days, society doesn’t stand with the victim — they tell the victim she should have behaved better. Rohan and Riya are like my own kids. I wanted them to have a safe and better future. I have deep respect for you. That’s why.

Are my reasons fine? Are you satisfied with my answer?”

Anandhi looked shocked. She gulped, staring at the selfless support he had given her all these years.

She asked, “At least you should have told me, right?”

Suriya said, “I wanted to tell you after compiling all the evidence and eliminating all the threats.

But two things happened, and I could not reveal it.”

Anandhi asked, “What two things?”

Suriya said, “Your husband left you…” what if i showed you after this? you might feel im trying to take advantage of you with savior masks. i hate that feeling.

Anandhi saw his eyes and then realisation hits, with a shock and she instantly asked, “How do you know, Rahul left me?”

Suriya said, “I got to know when Jeeva accidentally saw my laptop and figured out I was also a reason why the troublemakers had stopped bothering you.”

Anandhi asked, “What do you mean ‘I also’? Who else?”

Suriya said, “Jeeva too. When he came to town, he figured out their schemes, recorded a video, and blackmailed them.”

Anandhi said, what the fuck, why you men's keep so many secrets,  “He didn’t tell me either? And you too?”

Suriya said, “We believed love has to come naturally — for who we are — rather than because of what we did.”

Anandhi was confused.
“Love?”

Suriya said softly, “Yes… love. I love you. And Jeeva loves you too.”

Anandhi said, stunned, “What? You two love me?” you said it its out of respect but you are claiming it as love?

“Yes,” Suriya continued. “I fell in love with you years back.. I don’t know exactly when. But I hid it because I thought it was inappropriate and wrong to get into someone else’s life — especially when you were happily married. I saw the great love you and Rahul shared, even from a distance. I felt jealous, but I never tried to come between you two. I was thankful that I could show my love through the kids and by silently blocking the vultures.

But when Jeeva entered the picture, I got jealous again. I realized you two shared some closeness. When we figured out Rahul was missing, we both thought — individually — it was a bad idea to express our love at such a worst phase. I decided to be your good friend and help you cross this path. He might have thought the same too.

But off late, he has the same jealousy toward me — especially after his accident, when we started getting closer. He feels threatened.

I’m sorry. I cannot carry this weight anymore.” So i decided to come clean with  you, I love you Anandhi, i don't want to take advantage of this situation so i stayed silent, i'm okay with whatever decision you take. But there is something disturbs me since yesterday... 

There was a silent between them,

Suriya caught her hand, shaking slightly.
“The day when your loved one mistakes you for something disgusting — how would you feel? I felt the same last night. I’m sorry. Don’t hate me. If you had rejected me when i had proposed as a normal friend i would have felt anything. but if you do something now, my mind would pin it to the accident yesterday.

I’m okay if you want to stay away from me, but I have one request.”

Anandhi shakingly asked, “What?”

“Unlike us, Jeeva is young. He has a life. He needs to go abroad. He needs to marry someone new. I’m not speaking out of jealousy — I’m speaking like a dutiful brother. He is at least 12 years younger than you. If he gets stuck here in the name of love, will it be fine? Will your kids be okay knowing their father figure is younger and in love? Won’t it be odd?”

Anandhi said, “Wait a minute. I never said I’m going to marry him.”

Suriya said, “I know, but he lacks maturity. He is pushing you for that. He casually informed me that he loves you. That accident that day — he went to get a refund for the admission fee he paid through a consultancy. Glad he got into that accident.”
Anandhi was shocked and asked, “What?”

Suriya said, “Yes, he is that serious. He was telling me that if you guys could not find Rahul back, he was going to push you into marriage with him.”

Anandhi was shocked. She didn’t know what to do.

Suriya said, “Don’t worry. Tell him I proposed love to you. He will be furious. He will convey his love. Tell him you can’t choose anyone until you find Rahul. He will then arrange a trip. 

Use that, Go and find Rahul. Get him back — all would get solved.

If you cannot get him back, you will reach home and decide on it. On decision day, just choose me. he was actually telling me he gonna corner you one day when you could not find Rahul. Lets turn the scenario, you take the control.

If you are not ready to choose any of us, still choose me , just before him... — that will push him to focus on his education.

But if you like him and choose him… it’s your choice.

But if you choose me willingly, we can get married. Our five-member family — we four and my kid from my ex-wife. We all can live under one roof. 

Even if you are not okay with marriage publicly, worried about society, worried about kids calling me in different name.. let’s have it under your agreement.. All i need is one hope of having a family again, in some way.. 

(A tempting offer Suriya placed, exactly as Jeeva had asked.)

Anandhi was tired from everything she had heard. All at once… exhaustion. Gratitude. Confusion, Proposal.

Suriya didn’t move — didn’t touch her — just let her stay.
His heart thundered.

The plan was alive — barely.
But it was no longer his to control.

It belonged to her now.
And Suriya had to play once she took it.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 41: The Sincere Embrace

Anandhi stood in the middle of Surya’s hall, arms still folded tightly across her chest, the weight of everything she had just heard pressing down on her like a stone.
She felt overwhelmed — not fully angry, but exhausted, grateful, and deeply conflicted. 

Her mind was a storm: Suriya had protected her for years in silence, taken beatings and risks for her without ever asking for thanks, and yet yesterday he had pushed her onto the bed, pinned her, and touched her breast. Was he a savior or a threat? A good man or a dangerous one? She didn’t know anymore.

She turned toward the door, ready to leave.
Suriya grabbed the opportunity.

He stepped forward, caught her wrist gently but firmly, and pulled her back.
Anandhi gasped — startled — but didn’t yank her hand away immediately.
“I’m sincere here,” Suriya said, voice low and earnest, eyes locked on hers. “I wish to start a new family with you and the kids. For years we have both been alone — emotionally and physically. I can give you everything. All you need to know is I’m here for you. When something gets hard, my shoulders are here for you to cry on. My arms are here for you to hug.”

Before she could respond, he pulled her into a hug.

Anandhi stiffened — body going rigid against his bare chest. She hadn’t expected it. His skin was warm, his arms strong yet careful as they wrapped around her back. Her 34D breasts pressed softly against his hard torso. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, the faint scent of coffee and his natural musk. She felt odd — a confusing mix of comfort and alarm. Her hands hovered in the air for a second, wanting to push him away, but before she could, he released her.

He stepped back — giving her space — voice calm.

“We are no longer youngsters. We need to be careful about our surroundings. Especially Jeeva. Until then, at least act normal around him to avoid suspicion. If you don’t believe my words, just tell him I proposed love to you. He will tell you what he intended to do.”

Anandhi stood there — stunned, heart racing, cheeks warm.
She didn’t speak. Her heart races like she did something she should not have done.

She simply turned and left Surya’s flat without a word.

She didn’t speak to Jeeva either when she returned home. She gathered the kids, told them it was time for college, and left the flat with them — her steps quick, her mind a whirlwind.

Surya reached his own flat a few minutes later.
He found Jeeva waiting — tense, pacing.

“Why did you ask me to tell her we both love her?” Surya asked, confused but trusting. “It’s confusing, but I did it.”


Jeeva stopped pacing. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes sharp but shadowed with something darker — exhaustion, jealousy, and the constant ticking clock in his head.

He exhaled slowly.


“If only one of us seemed to love her, she would panic and immediately lean on the other man for safety. But if both of us love her… she’ll be confused. She’ll constantly think about us. She’ll be mentally forced to choose one. And your story about how


 I’m a bad choice — too young, too unstable, pushing her while she’s vulnerable — will make her lean toward you. She’ll start acting in front of me like her choice is already you. Then you capitalize on that closeness and seduce her. That’s the plan.”
Suriya stared at him for a long moment, processing.


He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable.

Will this work? 

Jeeva smiles, it will definetly work, im trying to stop her thinking on Rahul, she has think about you or me, i have to be the first threat now, you should be the savior. 

A savior can cross the line, it would be excused.. that's world's long standing hypocrisy

Suriya asked, but she already said she will search for Rahul sometimes soon. 

Jeeva said Yea, i will make sure she never finds him, i had already done setups that would act as alliby for witnessing Rahu with her girlfriend. 

Suriya asked wont she go to cops, if she finds some one witnessed. 
Jeeva said i will be there with her to dilute the moment , feed her something else. 

Suriya asked then what's next? 

Jeeva said today she will come back in evening and test me if i love her, by telling you proposed her, this will happen . once that happened. I will let her know i love her and im willing to marry, She will be panicked. She will try to correct me. But i will force her to look out for Rahul. I will urge her, find him , if you don't him choose me.

The two men sat together for a few minutes, finalizing the details in low voices.

The plan would proceed only when Anandhi reacted next.
And they both knew — she would react soon.

[Mukul@99]

You could cut the tension with a knife. You have a unique voice that makes your stories immediately engaging. Thanks for the update.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 42: The Test and TRIO's aggrement


Anandhi stood at the blackboard, chalk in hand, but the words she was supposed to write had long since blurred.


The classroom was alive with the usual chatter of thirty children, but she heard none of it. Her mind was a storm.

Rahul’s sudden disappearance — the note, the 30 lakhs, the claim that he had found someone else — still felt like a wound that wouldn’t close.

Jeeva — the man she had clung to like a lifeline these past weeks — had turned out to be something far more complicated. He looked exactly like the old Rahul and had been doing everything the good old Rahul used to do. He had made her slip, just a little. In almost a decade of marriage, he was the first one to break her boundary.

Sometimes she admitted to herself that what she was feeling was a forbidden thrill. He liked her. She liked him too. But the age gap and her marital status pulled her back. She called it sin. She had already put a full stop when he approached. She had only wanted a deep friendship with limits. Nothing more.

And then there was Suriya.

The complete stranger who had turned out to be her real savior — not Thilaga, not the security officer. He had silently protected her for years. The actual savior now wanted her to seriously consider starting a relationship with him… and to stay away from Jeeva for Jeeva’s own good.

The hug this morning — was it genuine or a bold step to take advantage of her vulnerability? She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t slapped him like she did to Sam. She didn’t know how to thank him back. She realized Suriya did love her and was very careful about their image. His proposal felt genuine and mature. She actually liked how he cared for Jeeva at the end.

What if Jeeva decided to stick to her and spoil his own future? The thought disturbed her.

A sharp, deliberate thought rose.
Let me test Jeeva.

She already knew the answer. But she needed to hear it from his mouth. Like how strong he was. If he was too adamant, too determined to stay here and ruin his future, then she would have to take steps — just as Suriya had suggested.

The college bell rang.

She gathered the kids quickly — Riya and Rohan chattering excitedly about the day — and headed home, her steps faster than usual.

When she reached the flat, Jeeva was in the hall, sitting on the floor with the kids. They were playing with building blocks, laughing as he helped them stack a tall tower. The sight should have warmed her. Instead, it twisted something in her chest.
She forced a small smile.

Minutes later, Riya and Rohan got bored and ran across the corridor to Surya’s flat — they had toys there and knew they were always welcome.

The door closed behind them.
The flat fell quiet.

Anandhi stood near the sofa, heart pounding. She decided to test him.
“Jeeva,” she said softly, “what do you think about Suriya?”

Jeeva looked up from the blocks — eyes sharp, calculating. He knew instantly. She was testing him. The moment had arrived.

He stood slowly, stepping closer to her.
“Suriya?” He let the name hang for a second. “He’s… helpful. But why do you ask about him?”

Anandhi took a breath.

“He proposed to me. He got to know that Rahul left me, and he is open about the idea of marriage with me.”

Jeeva’s expression darkened.

“You deserve better than someone who’s already failed once at marriage.”

Anandhi’s breath caught.

Jeeva took another step — close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.
“I’m speaking facts,” he continued, voice dropping. “I’m saying it because I care about you.”

Anandhi said, “My marriage failed after Rahul left. What’s the difference?”

Jeeva replied, “That’s different.”

Anandhi pressed, “I’m just thinking… he has saved me so many times, been decent, the kids already love him, and he loves them. So I’m thinking of…”

Jeeva cut her off sharply.
“No. Stop those thoughts.”

Anandhi asked, “Why? What’s wrong with him?”
“Because I love you,” Jeeva said, voice intense. “I want to marry you. I only need you. You need me. That’s it.”

The words landed like a stone in still water.
Anandhi’s eyes widened.

Jeeva didn’t stop.

“I know the age gap is there. I know I’m younger. But I’m not a boy. I’m a man who 
sees you — really sees you. Your strength, your beauty, the way you put the kids first even when your world is falling apart. I want you. I want to be with you. I want to marry you. I want to be the father those kids deserve.”

His hand reached out — gentle but deliberate — and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Don’t fall for Suriya,” he said, voice low and urgent. “He’s older. He’s been married. You never know what kind of man he really is behind the ‘nice guy’ act. I’m here. I’m young. I’m ready to give you everything. Choose me. Let me love you the way you deserve.”

Anandhi stood completely still.
Her heart raced.
She already knew the answer — Suriya had predicted it exactly.
Jeeva had just confessed.

He had pushed.
And now she was more confused than ever.

She didn’t speak.

She simply looked at him — eyes wide, conflicted, searching — as the weight of two men’s love pressed down on her from both sides.

She panicked.  She didn’t know how to react. She remembered Suriya who warned her about Jeeva, his intention and everything..  Though she liked him, his forcible nature was an alarm ringing in her head.  



Unknown to her, Jeeva had already texted Suriya while speaking to her.

A few minutes later, Suriya arrived.

Looking at Suriya approaching, Jeeva said loudly, “Let’s get married next week and start our life.”
A sharp interjection came from Suriya.
“Jeeva, what are you doing?”

Anandhi felt a wave of relief seeing Suriya arrive at that moment.

Suriya looked at Anandhi and signaled with his eyes — asking her to stay calm.


He continued, “I heard what you have been talking about. It’s a decision Anandhi has to take. Don’t force her. She is yet to come out of the betrayal Rahul did to her. Speaking about marriage is not something you should do right now. Just stick to her side.”



Jeeva shot back, “Oh, if what I did is wrong, you did the same in the morning.”

Suriya replied calmly, “That’s different. She wanted some truth from me. I just told her the truth and I wanted to come clean, so I proposed. It’s just a proposal. I didn’t ask her to marry the next day or next week. All I asked was for her to consider me.



There is a difference between ‘consider me’ and ‘let’s do it next week.’ Mine is asking for consideration. What you are doing is forcing her to make a decision.”



Anandhi liked how Suriya was careful and reasonable with his choice of words. He already looked like a better man who could understand her. Unlike Jeeva, who did everything instantly and was forcing her to make a decision


Jeeva: “Whatever. I want her to get married to me. Don’t interfere with that.”
Suriya: “It’s a thing that she has to decide. And moreover, we still don’t know about Rahul’s whereabouts. She can’t decide without confirming Rahul’s true reasons. Remember she don't buy the part that Rahul choose some other women. ”

Jeeva laughed bitterly. “Okay then, let’s just do that first. Let’s go and find out who that asshole Rahul is sleeping with.”

Anandhi slapped Jeeva — hard.
“That’s the limit,” she said.

Jeeva touched his cheek, eyes flashing.
“You got angry because I said something bad about him? Do you still love him after all he did to you?”

Anandhi looked at him, voice shaking.

“We still don’t know the truth… He may be hiding something else.”

Jeeva challenged, “What if he is truly with someone? What will you do then?”
Anandhi said, “He is not that type. I still don’t believe it.”
Jeeva stressed, “What if he is?”

Anandhi looked at him in horror.

“Let’s go in 2 days to Mumbai and search for him. Enquire about him with strangers, roommates, and others. If we don’t get concrete truth, then I will leave it up to you to decide. If the news about him is true — like he is with some woman — you have to choose me.”

Anandhi really looked horrified.
Suriya stepped in, “Stop forcing her.”

Jeeva laughed. “What? You are fearing of losing her?”
Suriya said calmly, “Stop it, Jeeva. I dont need to prove my love to you! Its not what you think, True love is about giving what your loved one really needs."

And i will continue to do that!

Suriya then turned to Anandhi.

“Okay, let’s agree to this. If we get concrete news that Rahul like he had been in an affair, then there is no point in waiting for him and wasting your life. Choose one among us. And it’s your decision.”

Anandhi really looked at his eyes looking for a clue, what all this is about? A question popped in her mind.

Suriya winked at her subtly.

Anandhi quickly bought it. She started believing Suriya could be someone she could lean on. Unlike Jeeva, who did everything instantly, who is forcing her to make a decision. She thought he has a reason to make her get into a challange, may be its for some goods like, it could stop Jeeva?! 

Suriya’s calm and composed steps gave her time — and that was exactly what she needed now. Before the storm like Jeeva, Suriya seemed someone she could trust for now. She even felt the urge to stop Jeeva’s stubbornness and forcible nature..

She nodded. 

Jeeva said let's go to Mumbai tomorrow!

[tomdickharry2024]

I just hope Jeeva's overthinking doesn't ruin his own plans! Feel bad for Anandhi in all of this who is being used as a pawn by everyone around her.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 43: Search for Rahul in Mumbai 


Practical reality hit her like cold water.

“Tomorrow?” she asked, voice tired. “Who will take care of the kids? I can’t take them to mumbai or just leave them here alone. Riya and Rohan are too young.”

I will take care of kids, Suriya answered before Jeeva could say a word

“I’ll stay here and take care of the kids,” Suriya said quietly, his voice steady and reassuring. “They already trust me. They play with me every Sunday. I can handle their meals, homework, and bedtime. You two go. Don’t worry about them.”

Anandhi looked at him with so many questions and countless gratitude. 

Anandhi felt a wave of relief at his practicality. Suriya was thinking ahead, giving her space, not forcing anything. It was the opposite of Jeeva’s intensity.


Jeeva said, here it is, i dont like to wait on this anymore, whatever. Just let's decide in the next two days he said and left the place to his room. 


Anandhi looked at Jeeva who was returning to his room, he turned back at suriya and said we need to talk.

Sure he said and signalled not here, let's go to my house. 

As soon as they entered, they saw kids playing.. Anandhi said play time over, go home and do homework, the kids' faces drowned. 


After the kids left, she and suriya were alone. She said
“Thank you,” 

she said softly. “For understanding… for everything.”
Suriya gave a small nod. He glanced at her and said. 
Anandhi, you never know how I feel.

I know you are torn inside , I want to open my arms and ask you to Hug me. To ease yourself. But on what rights. I don't want any of us to get disappointed. 
“I’m also unsure how to proceed,” he admitted honestly. 

Jeeva might look like he is pushing us.  But it’s good to go and search for Rahul. You deserve closure. 


I will book the flight tickets for both of you — tomorrow. And I will also book separate rooms during the stay. No pressure. Just go and find out the truth.”


I just want to say, whatever the findings may be, I will be here. Don't worry about kids. And don't worry about Jeeva too. He won't do anything to you. Like me he had chances here and I know. 


Anandhi looked at him.. She said I have countless thanks, stocked in for you. Thanks, I need to find Rahul for myself. I'm not ready to think about the next phase of my life. 


Suriya said i know, But jeeva is not even in a position to understand it, in another 35 days, he will go abroad, until then we have to be careful. 

I will stand by you. In case you could not find Rahul or the result is undesirable. Jeeva might push you to choose him. You just trust me and choose me and play along with me and lets act like a real couple. 


Once he is gone, let's figure out. After all, kids need some stability, she agreed. I will just do what you ask me. Thanks again. 


Anandhi looked at him — gratitude and uncertainty mixing in her eyes.


They both smiled lightly, they stood closer, but both felt a pull. She felt a warm hug from him even without him offering, she said good night and left the place .  


The next morning arrived with a heavy quiet in the flat.
Anandhi sat at the small dining table, staring at her half-empty tea cup. The events of the previous day still swirled in her mind — Suriya’s confession, the hug, Jeeva’s aggressive proposal, the slap, the argument. Everything felt too fast, too raw. She had barely slept.

She looked up as Jeeva entered the hall, limping slightly for show, his face set with determination.

“In 4 hours we have a flight,” he said without preamble, “we go to Mumbai. We find out the truth about Rahul. If he really left you for another woman, then you have to choose. Me or Suriya. No more waiting.”

Anandhi’s fingers tightened around the cup.


Before Jeeva could answer, Suriya’s door across the corridor opened. He had clearly been listening. He stepped into the flat — calm, composed, wearing a simple T-shirt that stretched across his broad chest.
He said Rohan and Riya awake, let me bathe them and you guys get prepared for leaving. 
Anandhi was surprised and  felt happy to see Suriya himself coming into the picture to take care of kids. 
Jeeva had been doing that for weeks, for instance Jeeva had reminded her of Raul through her actions, but he looked different now.  
“Thank you,” she said softly. Looking at Suriya. 
Suriya gave a small nod. He glanced at Jeeva, then back at her.
Jeeva, meanwhile, had been busy behind the scenes.

With Madhavan’s help, he had set up false testimonies. All with AI. Photos and short video clips were “leaked” — Rahul at a beach shop with a woman, laughing intimately, then near a cheap lodge, entering together. The images were convincing enough — blurred faces, but the height, build, and clothes matched Rahul perfectly. Madhavan had even created fake witness statements from “roommates” and “shopkeepers” who claimed they saw Rahul with his “new girlfriend” multiple times.
All this before they board the flight. 


Suriya took his car and all of them boarded it, Suriya dropped kids at college and he dropped Jeeva and Anandhi to the airport in the next town. 

Before boarding, Suriya catched her hand and said, whatever stays strong, text me, don't worry about kids. I hope you find him or the truth. If something is not desirable, don't worry, remember an idiot who is loving you and waiting for you. Let's figure it out. 


A friendly assurance gave a lot of confidence in Anandhi. She was happy that he is not pushing anything like love dialogues . The practical moral stand to her is what she wanted and Suriya delivered the same. 

Anandhi and Jeeva reached Mumbai, the first place they went to is tRahuls office, 


The office person said Rahul didn't quit company yet, he just vanished without a trace, while staffs say they didn't see anything with a women, a watchman who got handful of money from  madhavan said he had not seen Rahul with any women, but one day in beach he had witnessed him with some women. 

The news was shocking to her. Her trust kept broking, she started witnessing it. but she wanted to believe the women could be a stranger a friend or something or colleague the watchman mistook for. 



Her Mind painted with an image of someone stealing her life and all the love she had been giving him seemed not enough?


Looking at her uneasiness, Jeeva suggested letting them return to the room.

Jeeva as Rahul knows it might hurt her, he could not see her in pain, return to room in taxi was hard, 

She got a message popped up in WhatsApp


It was Suriya, a selfie of kids and him in the house. After all the battle her mind was fighting inside,  the image of kids gave her a smile. Her finger traced the kids and said mom will be there for you even if the world seemed to be on odds. For my kds happiness. When Anandhi and Jeeva reached Mumbai the next day, Jeeva guided her through the “investigation.”

She texted back thanks to Suriya. 


The night was sleepless, Suriya phoned her and they had a brief talk, he explained how he cooked for kids and their favorites. He even came on video call to tell her how kids sleeping with him in bed, Rohan was keeping head on his chest. 


The image made Anandhi feel it had to be a place Rahul needed to be. She was glad that she made the right decision leaving the kids to Suriya. 

Next Morning When she woke up, she saw a video from Suriya, he was making kids bathe in the bathroom, he was getting them ready to take them to college. 
She left a smile. She thanked him in text. 


Hours later, she was on street again with Jeeva. Searching investigation about Rahul. 

At corner of Rahul’s mansion, Jeeva approached a shop and enquired, 

Another mole planted by Madhavan. 

The shop man showed her the photos on his phone — “Look… this is him. With her.”
Anandhi’s hands shook as she scrolled. The images looked real. The pain in her chest deepened.

Jeeva twisted the knife gently.

“There’s no use going to the security officer about this. We can’t turn back time. He chose someone else. He left you with money and a note. It’s over.”

Anandhi stared at the screen — disappointed, heartbroken, the last threads of hope fraying.


The watchman’s testimony and the shop man’s photos make it real. 
Rahul had been in an affair with some women. 
And he left for another woman. 


She asked how Thilaga missed when information was open here. 


Jeeva smartly diverted it like, “Maybe Thilaga knows it. Instead of hurting you with the truth, she warned with vague information and asked you to lead a good life. That’s why she might have hidden it.”




Jeeva manipulated her.

Broken, she decided to leave the place immediately. She felt like she could not breathe there. She wanted to return — return to her kids, return to her place where it was her home.


Hours later, Suriya booked a flight for them. 

She came back from Mumbai even more broken than before.

The flight home was silent. She didn’t speak much. Her eyes were distant, lost in the images of Rahul with another woman.

They took a cab and reached the town. 

When they reached the flat, Suriya was there — kids fed, homework done, the house neat and calm. He greeted them with quiet concern, his presence steady and comforting.

Anandhi looked at him — really looked.
The house suddenly looked like it was ready for another war. 

It reminded her of a challenge, a challenge to choose one among them, if they found Rahul is cheating. 

In that moment, the contrast was stark.
Jeeva — intense, pushing, forcing decisions.
Suriya — patient, practical, giving her space and time.

She didn’t know what to do.

But the seed had been planted.
The plan was moving forward.

[heygiwriter]

Its pretty open now, You can guess what may be next happenings. 

From next chapter story will go through slow seduction

[heygiwriter]

My Sincere apologies if this story is not to the standard of my previous with respect to writing. I wanted the story to be quick one but the characters keep navigating and i need to find some time between other regular works. 

To keep it engaging, let me hear all of your thoughts and expectations

[rhtkumar672]

My Sincere apologies if this story is not to the standard of my previous with respect to writing. I wanted the story to be quick one but the characters keep navigating and i need to find some time between other regular works. 

To keep it engaging, let me hear all of your thoughts and expectations

Honestly, I find this story much better as compared to your other two stories. The way you have developed the characters and moved them along with such a fast paced story is commendable.

The fact that we keep coming back every few hours to check for updates just shows how hooked we are.

Can’t wait to dive into the slow seduction!