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

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Chapter 66: Three Broken Hearts


Anandhi was in full tears, her naked body trembling, caught between the two men who both claimed to love her.

Suriya’s head spun. Everything he thought he knew — the helpful brother-in-law, the man he had started to see as a friend — had just been shattered in the most humiliating way possible. His cock, still wet from her, hung limp between his legs, a cruel reminder of how quickly his world had collapsed.

All three of them were shocked, breathing hard, the room thick with pain, betrayal, and the weight of secrets finally exposed.
Anandhi didn’t think. She nakedly ran toward Rahul, who was lying weak on the floor after Suriya’s kick and slap. Suriya stood frozen, unable to process what was happening — one moment he was claiming her from behind, the next she was rushing to the man he had just attacked.

She dropped to her knees beside Rahul, lifting his head gently onto her bare thighs. Her tears fell onto his face as she kissed his forehead again and again.

“Rahul… see me… look at me…” she pleaded, voice breaking. “Stay with me… please…”
Rahul looked up at her, his eyes heavy with pain and love, his body already weakening further from the reversal. He tried to smile but winced instead.

Suriya finally moved. Despite the rage still burning in his chest, he couldn’t stand seeing her like this. He stepped forward, helped lift Rahul, and together they placed him on the bed. Anandhi covered Rahul with the sheet while still crying.

“We all should speak,” she said through sobs, looking between both men. “All truths need to be told. No more secrets.”
Suriya stood there for a long moment, chest heaving, then nodded slowly. He picked up his clothes and dressed in silence. Anandhi quickly wrapped a sheet around herself.

Three hours later, the three of them sat in the hall — fully clothed now, but the air still felt raw and heavy.
Every truth landed.

Rahul explained everything again — the AI video, the accident, the scientist, the 100-day experiment, the realisation that his friends had manipulated him, the decision to push Anandhi toward Suriya for her safety and the kids’ future. He spoke calmly, but his voice cracked when he admitted how much it hurt to watch her fall for another man.

Suriya listened in silence, then spoke with quiet anger and pain.

“Even if that was your husband…you know about it only after yuo had sex, but before he was Jeeva right? you still fucked Jeeva behind my back. You let him inside you while I was waiting for you like a fool. How is that not cheating me? How?”

Anandhi cried harder, tears streaming down her face.

She looked at Suriya with raw honesty, voice trembling.

“I wanted to ask your permission… I wanted to come clean to you… but I was scared you wouldn’t agree. I wanted to tell you everything after he left. I’m sorry I hid it. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Suriya’s face twisted with hurt. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair.

Anandhi shook her head, crying openly.

But have you ever came clean, i rejected you in morning, maintained distance all because i felt you tricked me, have you been honest with me? this is not revenge.. but somewhere i must tell the truth.. 

Rahul interjected and said please stop finding faults with each other, Suriya she didnt cheat, she even said me when she came near me that she will come clean to you, confess what she did. But things turned like this.. 

If she had an intention to cheat, she would tried to hide it but she withdraw from you, she wanted to tell what she gonna do.. or what she did, all because she consider you.. 

Suriya then asked, okay what now? Rahul is here? our marriage still in cards?

Anandhi said, please dont talk abuot that now, we need to fix Rahul, i need him here, in my life. 

“So I was just a tool? A backup plan your husband created for you?” Suriya face tightened. 

Anandhi shook her head,  
I do care for you. I do love you in my own way. You supported me when I was broken. You made me feel safe. You made me feel desired again. But my heart… my deepest heart still belongs to Rahul. If that breaks your heart, I’m sorry. You can have my body… but my heart was always his. That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. I did. I still do. But when Rahul was not around… I let myself fall for you.”

The room fell into heavy silence.
Rahul,  said... “Suriya… I never meant to hurt you. I chose you because I saw how you protected her for years. I wanted her to have someone strong. I wanted the kids to have a father. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I pushed her toward you while still wanting her myself.”

Suriya looked between them, chest rising and falling rapidly. His anger was still there, but so was the love he felt for Anandhi. He ran a hand over his face, trying to process everything.

After a long, painful silence, he finally spoke, voice rough.
“We all fucked up. But she’s the one caught in the middle.”

Anandhi wiped her tears,  and whispered, “I don’t want to lose either of you… but I can’t pretend anymore.” Right now Rahul is my priority. 

Rahul said, no you go with Suriya. 

They could nt speak further. 
No one could fully blame anyone else.
The reality was cruel and simple: Anandhi was caught between two men who both loved her — one disappearing because of a failing experiment, the other possessive and hurt because he had been unknowingly part of the plan.

The new issue was clear.

Anandhi wanted Rahul to stay. She begged him, tears flowing again. “Whatever happens to your body… stay with me. We’ll face it together.”
Rahul gently but firmly refused. “I don’t want you to watch me deteriorate. I don’t want the kids to see their father fade away. You should marry Suriya soon. Love him. Build a new life with him. Take care of our children. That’s what I want.”

After hours of tears, arguments, and painful silences, they reached a fragile understanding.


Suriya left the place hoping she would come back to him soon, but somewhere in the corner, the betrayal still hurt him. He needed time as well. But he was glad they had all come clean.

Anandhi took care of Rahul. She was about to introduce the kids to the “new Rahul” as their father, but he denied it and said not to do so.

She decided to keep him close. That night they had passionate sex, but she realised his energy was deteriorating rapidly.
She decided to talk with Suriya and go for a check-up — to explain his situation or find the scientist who made him like this.
But Rahul had already made his final decision.






But Rahul had already made his final decision.

Before they could stop him, before they could search for him, he should slipped away without notice.

He prepared a short note :
“I love you both. Take care of each other and the kids. Live happily.
— Rahul”

He just hided it somewhere. Anandhi slept peacefully in his arms, while he was planning his next move to leave them. 

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Chapter 67: The Fragile Balance & Suriyas attempt to Reclaim her

The next morning, Anandhi went to Suriya’s room with a heavy heart.

She had barely slept. The weight of everything — the truth about Rahul, the guilt of sleeping with her own husband while Suriya waited for her, the fear of losing Rahul because of this failed experiment — pressed down on her like a stone. She was determined to get Suriya’s help and find a way to cure or at least slow down Rahul’s reversal.

She found Suriya standing near the door, arms crossed, looking tired and unsettled from the previous night’s revelations.

Anandhi took a deep breath and said, voice trembling, “Please… help me find the scientist or consult some good doctor for Rahul. I can’t lose him again.”
At the same moment, Rahul, who had woken early, came near the door. Seeing them together, he hid quietly in the corridor and listened.

Suriya listened quietly, his jaw tight. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the tears she was barely holding back. After a long pause, he nodded.
“I will. I’ll make calls today. But promise me… you will be my wife. No matter what.”
Anandhi looked down, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper.

“I cannot… not when Rahul is around. My priority now is Rahul. I won’t make him disappear like that. I will fight for him.”

Suriya’s jaw tightened further. Pain and possessiveness flashed across his face.
“Same way I will fight for you.”

He grabbed her closer, one strong arm wrapping around her waist, and sealed a deep, possessive kiss on her lips. Anandhi didn’t stop him. She kissed him back, her hands resting on his chest, torn between the familiar comfort of his touch and the overwhelming guilt raging inside her.

The kiss was hungry, desperate — his tongue sliding against hers, his hands gripping her hips as if afraid she would slip away. For a few moments, she melted into him, her body responding even as her heart ached.

When they finally broke the kiss, she pulled back slightly, breathing hard, lips swollen.
“I won’t stop you. You can have me. I love you too… but please understand, Rahul is much more important for me above all.”

Suriya watched her closely, his eyes dark with emotion.
“I want you even when he is around. I hate the idea of being a substitute. I want you to be mine while he is here. Let me show him I actually have you in my heart, and you have me as well.”

Anandhi felt so tired. The emotional exhaustion was crushing. She nodded weakly, too drained to argue.

Suriya promised, his voice softening, “I will look out for the doctor. Tomorrow we’ll take Rahul there. I couldn’t find the scientist’s number yet.”

She was relieved, a small spark of hope cutting through the pain. “Thank you.”
Rahul, still hidden near the door, felt a sharp twist in his chest. He slipped away quietly before they could notice him.

Rahul spent the entire day with the kids and Anandhi. They went to the park, took photos, laughed at small things, and had dinner outside. For a few hours, it almost felt like a normal family — Rahul playing with Riya and Rohan, Anandhi watching them with a bittersweet smile, trying to hold onto these moments before he disappeared.

In the evening, when they reached the house, Anandhi was hungry for him. The emotional day had left her raw and needy. She kissed him forcibly, her hands already removing her clothes, pressing her body against his with desperate urgency.
Rahul stopped her gently, his hand on her wrist, and dialled Suriya’s number.
She asked, confused and breathless, “Why?”

He said softly, voice full of quiet pain, “You need to be with him. During the day, be a mother. At night, be his wife. It’s the deal… until you marry him legally. Do this.”

She hesitated, eyes filling with tears. “Rahul…”

Minutes later, Suriya arrived. Anandhi said she couldn’t go. Rahul then challenged him quietly, “Can you take her away?”

Suriya didn’t hesitate. He lifted Anandhi in his arms despite her weak protest. She wanted him to leave her, but he carried her across the corridor to his house and the door shut behind them with a soft click.


He had no intention to have sex that night, but he want to take control 

Suriya simply undressed her gently, piece by piece, his hands reverent rather than hungry. He held her close on the bed, skin against skin, stroking her back and kissing her forehead. He promised he would protect her and the kids. He gave her a doctor’s phone number and said, “Tomorrow let’s take Rahul there.”
She was happy for the first time that day, a small, grateful smile breaking through her exhaustion. “Thank you.”

Then Suriya asked the important question, voice low and vulnerable: “Will I have to stay single if Rahul stays here?”

She looked at him, tears in her eyes. “No… I will do the duty what your wife should do. I will be your wife as well. If Rahul goes away… will you be mine fully?”
“Yes,” he said. “But he is not going anywhere. I won’t make him disappear.”

She kissed his forehead and said, “Don’t worry about it. You can have me anytime…”



She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips slowly, her hands resting on his chest. She wanted to ease the heavy tension that had been lingering between them all evening — the insecurity, the unspoken fears, the way his eyes kept searching hers for reassurance. As she lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch, she moved with deliberate gentleness, hoping the warmth of her body could quiet the storm in his mind... and maybe in hers too.

But even as the fire between them began to catch, her own heart was conflicted. Being with Suriya always ignited something raw and intense inside her — a deep, physical arousal that grew stronger every time they touched. Yet, no matter how good it felt, her thoughts kept drifting to Rahul. What is he doing right now? Is he thinking about me? The guilt twisted with the pleasure, making everything feel more complicated, more forbidden.

Suriya’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements as she rode him. His breathing grew heavier, but his eyes never left her face. After a few moments, he asked, his voice low and vulnerable, “Do you really love me?”
She looked down at him, her hips still moving in slow, deep circles. “I do,” she whispered.

“Then why do you always choose him?” he asked, the insecurity surfacing clearly now, even in the middle of their intimacy.
“Because he is my love,” she answered softly, honestly. She bent down, her long hair falling around them like a curtain, and kissed his lips tenderly. “I’m sorry… I want to be honest with you. I love you too. But he is always a step ahead in my heart. I’m sorry I misled you… I’m sorry I’m hurting you.”

Suriya’s grip tightened on her hips for a moment. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t stop moving with her. “No,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “I hate being second. Is there any place where I come ahead of him? Any place at all?” His eyes darkened with a mix of pain and hunger. “Maybe in sex? At least here… I score, right?”

She couldn’t help but laugh softly at his words, the sound breathy and affectionate. “You are the winner here,” she teased, leaning down to kiss him again.

That single sentence seemed to ignite something primal in him. The word “winner” gave him the kick he needed. With a sudden growl, Suriya rolled her over in one swift motion, flipping their positions so she was now beneath him. He pushed her thighs apart roughly, spreading her wide open, and thrust into her hard — fucking her like a whore, deep, fast, and possessive.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his lips brushing against her ear as he pounded into her. “Tell me again.”

She smiled through her moans, laughing breathlessly even as her body arched beneath him. “You are the best in sex… you monster… always causing me so much pain… and so much pleasure.”

The heat between them exploded. What started as an attempt to ease tension quickly turned into a passionate, almost desperate sexual marathon. She gave herself over to it willingly, her conflicted thoughts finally quieting as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. For those long minutes — stretching into hours — she forgot about Rahul completely. She was lost in Suriya, in the way he claimed her body, in the raw intensity that only he could pull out of her.

Two hours later, they lay tangled in the sheets, both drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. She turned to him, gently kissing his forehead, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

“You are important to me,” she whispered sincerely. “You are my pillar. You are my love too… but Rahul is more important to me. I don’t know how to explain it. I just… can’t. I hope you understand.”

Suriya looked at her for a long moment, then pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss — slow, emotional, and full of complicated acceptance.

“As long as you promise me you will be my wife,” he murmured against her lips, “I don’t care how much you love him. If you give him 20% of your love, I need 60%. That’s my condition.”

She smiled softly, her heart aching and warm at the same time. Their bodies moved together again, slower now, more intimate — a quiet dance of limbs and whispered promises.

He pulled her up slightly, cupping one of her full breasts and trying to take as much of it into his mouth as he could, sucking hungrily. She gasped, then laughed when he bit down sharply on her nipple.

“Tomorrow,” she said between moans, “let’s take Rahul with us… okay?”
He answered only with another sharp bite on her sensitive nipple — a possessive, playful nod. She laughed again, the sound melting into a moan.

Exhausted and satisfied, they finally drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms — the tension eased, the love still messy and real, the future still uncertain.

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Chapter 68: The Empty Flat


The next morning, Anandhi woke up in Suriya’s arms.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. She lay there for a moment, her head resting on his bare chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arm was wrapped protectively around her waist, warm and heavy. For a brief second, the world felt peaceful.

She kissed his cheek softly, a gentle press of lips that carried both gratitude and quiet guilt. Suriya stirred but didn’t wake fully. She slipped out of bed carefully, dressed in the clothes she had worn the previous evening, and left his flat without making a sound.

When she stepped into her own house, the flat was empty.
No Rahul.
The kids were still sleeping in their room, their soft breathing the only sound in the quiet space.
No movement in the kitchen.
No familiar figure packing or reading in the corner.
She searched everywhere, panic rising in her chest like a slow tide.
She checked the bathroom, the kids’ room, the small balcony, even under the beds. Nothing. The silence felt heavier with every passing second.
Then she saw it — a small note placed neatly near the coffee mug she usually gave to Jeeva or Rahul. It was folded once, his handwriting clear and steady on the paper.
Her hands shook as she picked it up.
“I love you both. Take care of each other and the kids. Live happily.
— Rahul”
She sank to the floor right there in the hall, clutching the note to her chest. Fresh tears fell freely as the weight of his final sacrifice hit her once again. The paper crumpled slightly in her grip. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs.
He left… He really left us…
The realisation cut deeper than she expected. He had given up everything — his pride, his desire, even his own life — just so she and the kids could have stability. And now he was gone, slipping away like a shadow, refusing to let her watch him deteriorate.
Minutes later, Suriya arrived, looking for her. He had woken up shortly after she left and sensed something was wrong. When he stepped into the flat and saw her on the floor, tears streaming down her face, he immediately understood.
He knelt beside her without a word, pulling her into his strong arms. She buried her face in his chest, the note still clutched tightly in her fist.
“He left,” she whispered, voice broken. “He really left us…”
Suriya held her tighter, his own heart heavy with a complicated mix of relief, guilt, and lingering jealousy. He stroked her hair gently and whispered against her temple, “We’ll find him. Together.”
But the guilt inside Anandhi was growing heavier by the second.
Maybe if you didn’t take me that night… if we didn’t have sex… he may have stayed here.
The thought stabbed at her. She felt guilty for her own actions — for giving in to the passionate night with Suriya while Rahul was still in the house, for letting herself be carried away when she should have been fighting to keep him.

Suriya sensed her tension. He cupped her face gently, forcing her to look at him.
“We didn’t take that decision. Rahul did,” he said softly but firmly. “Rahul just wished the best for you and the kids. He chose to leave so you wouldn’t have to watch him suffer. Don’t blame yourself for his sacrifice.”

Anandhi nodded weakly, but the guilt lingered like a shadow.

Meanwhile, far from the flat, Rahul sat in a cheap hotel room on the outskirts of town, laptop open, watching the live feed from the hidden CCTV he had installed.
He saw Anandhi crying in Suriya’s arms. He saw Suriya comforting her, whispering promises. He saw the way she leaned into him, seeking solace.

A bitter, tired smile touched Rahul’s lips.
Good… She has someone now.

He had done this so she wouldn’t have to watch him suffer. So the kids wouldn’t see their father fade away. So she could build a new life without the burden of his declining health.

He kept the CCTV installed precisely so that even if they attempted to find some lead on him, he could break that trail before they got close. He had already changed hotels twice. He would keep moving.

As he closed the laptop, a known figure appeared at the door of his hotel room.
It was Dr. Madhavan.

The scientist looked at him with a calm, almost fatherly expression.
“Ready to go?” Madhavan asked.

Rahul stood up without hesitation. For the first time in days, a childlike smile crossed his face — the kind of innocent, relieved smile a child gives to an ice cream vendor.
He forgot the worries. He forgot the thoughts of the kids and Anandhi for a brief moment.

He happily went with him.

As they walked out of the hotel together, Rahul glanced back once toward the direction of his old home.

Live happily… both of you.

Is this the end?
Or is it only the beginning?

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Chapter 69: The Quiet Months


Almost a month passed, and Anandhi could not find a single trace of Rahul.

She searched everywhere she could think of — old contacts in Mumbai, hospitals, even quietly asking around the scientist’s known circles through Suriya’s connections. Every lead went cold. Rahul had vanished completely, as if he had never existed in his young form.

Suriya, to be honest, did not fully try. Deep down, he feared that if they found Rahul, Anandhi would choose him forever. He waited till the 100 days officially ended, silently hoping the chapter would close. When the deadline passed without any sign, Anandhi mentally prepared herself to accept the truth. But deep inside, she always felt the night she should not have had sex with Rahul — that one farewell night — was the reason he left.

Anandhi and Suriya now shared the same bed every night. But they didn’t have sex. The same place that had once been a back-to-back week of sex marathon had become a quiet sanctuary only for crying and consoling. She would lie in his arms, tears silently falling, and he would hold her tightly, stroking her hair, whispering that everything would be okay. The passion had been replaced by a heavy, tender silence.
Fifty-plus days passed.

The apartment owner had sold the building to a new builder. Suriya bought a house on the outskirts — a big, independent villa with a garden and open space. It was far too large for just the four of them, but he wanted a fresh start, a place where Anandhi could breathe and heal. They moved there quietly.

While shifting things, Suriya noticed the hidden camera Rahul had installed. His jaw tightened. He feared what if Rahul was still alive, still watching them. Without telling Anandhi, he crushed the camera under his foot and hid the pieces.

Anandhi slowly came out from the constant thoughts of Rahul. The new house gave her new reasons to move forward — a bigger space for the kids to play, a garden where she could sit and think, a kitchen where she could cook again. But she still hid her obvious relationship with Suriya from the kids. They still had stolen moments, not for sex, but for comfort. They slept together only after making sure the kids were deep in sleep.
One night, when she was crying too much, Suriya pulled her close and kissed her — not with hunger, but to console her. That was the only intimate moment they had in weeks. It was soft, lingering, full of unspoken love and patience.

Weekly once, Suriya took her and the kids to different places — sometimes in and around Mumbai, sometimes a short trip to Kolkata — partly to find any trace of Rahul, partly as a holiday for the children. Anandhi felt guilty for not treating Suriya better. As two months passed, she realised staying like this — emotionally distant, sexually frozen — was not helping anyone.

One quiet evening in their new villa, after the kids had gone to bed, she finally spoke.
She spoke what she thought, she doesnt want to punish suriya who had been waiting for her for years, now for months. 

She finally hesitatingly uttered that word with so much of internal turmoil. 

“Let’s get married,”

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Chapter 70: A Emotional and Sexy night


“Let’s get married,” 

she said softly, looking at Suriya.

Suriya could not believe it, he was on cloud nine!, His dreams finally coming into space he wanted. 

She continued hesitatingly 

“But give me some time to inform my kids properly.”

They know you as uncle, to call you father i need to prepare them.. and only nupital chain will make us legal with society 


Suriya’s eyes softened with relief and love. He pulled her into his arms.

“The nuptial chain doesn’t need to be in reality,” he whispered. “I already married you in my heart.”

He cached her face and He kissed her passionately — deep, emotional, full of all the longing he had held back for months. His lips moved against hers with a reverence that made her heart ache. There was no hunger for dominance tonight, only a quiet desperation to finally reconnect after so many weeks of silence and tears.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing shakily. Suriya’s eyes searched hers in the dim glow of the bedside lamp.
“I’ve missed you… so much,” he whispered.

Anandhi nodded, her throat tight. She had missed her husband Rahul terribly — every single day. But as per Rahul’s own last wish, she had finally decided to move forward and marry Suriya. Tonight felt like the real beginning of that new chapter.

They undressed each other with trembling hands. When they were finally skin to skin, Suriya lowered himself over her. The moment he entered her — slow, deep, and careful — Anandhi’s breath caught. A sharp wave of guilt hit her. Even now, with Suriya inside her, her mind flickered to Rahul. This was supposed to be only for you… The thought made her eyes sting with fresh tears.

Suriya noticed the sudden tension in her body. He paused, buried fully inside her, and cupped her face gently.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered, voice low and tender. “Just us.”

Anandhi nodded, but the moment he began to move — slow, rolling thrusts that made their bodies glide together — Rahul’s face flashed in her mind again. She could almost hear his voice, feel his touch from that last farewell night. Her heart clenched painfully even as pleasure started blooming between her legs.

Suriya kept his rhythm steady and deep, his hips pressing against hers with every languid stroke. He could feel her body responding — the way her walls fluttered softly around him — but he also sensed her mind drifting. Without a word, he slid one hand down, gripped her thigh, and lifted it higher around his waist, changing the angle so he could go even deeper.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped Anandhi’s lips. The new depth made her toes curl and her back arch slightly. For a few blessed moments, the intense sensation pushed Rahul’s shadow out of her thoughts. She focused only on Suriya — on the warmth of his skin against hers, on the way his chest brushed her breasts with every thrust, on the steady, reassuring beat of his heart.

“I love you,” Suriya breathed against her ear, his voice thick with emotion as he continued to pound into her slowly but firmly. “I love you, Anandhi… stay here with me.”

Tears slipped down her temples. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pulling him closer so their foreheads touched.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, voice trembling. “I’m trying… I’m really trying…”

Suriya didn’t stop. He kept the slow, deep, possessive rhythm — each thrust deliberate, each one meant to anchor her to the present. Whenever he felt her body tense or her gaze grow distant, he would grind his hips in a slow circle, pressing right against that sensitive spot inside her until her breath hitched and her eyes refocused on him.

For fleeting moments, she forgot Rahul completely. The pleasure built like a warm tide, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around Suriya’s thickness, her skin growing slick with sweat. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync — skin sliding against skin, breaths mingling, fingers intertwined tightly on the pillow beside her head.

Every time Rahul’s memory tried to surface again, Suriya seemed to sense it. He would kiss her harder, thrust a little deeper, or whisper “I’ve got you” against her lips, pounding steadily until the thought dissolved under waves of sensation. In those moments, Suriya was winning — claiming her body and pulling her mind back to him, even if only temporarily.

Anandhi cried softly through it all, not from pain, but from the complicated storm inside her: missing Rahul, guilt for moving on, and the overwhelming love and gratitude she felt for the man who was patiently loving her right now.

Suriya held her through every tear, kissing them away one by one while never breaking his slow, deep rhythm. His own eyes were glassy with emotion as he looked at her.

“You’re mine tonight,” he murmured tenderly. “And I’m yours.”

Their lovemaking remained tender and emotional — bodies shivering together, eyes mostly locked, hands never letting go. The pleasure gradually overtook everything else. When Anandhi finally came, it was with a long, shaky moan and fresh tears, her walls pulsing strongly around him. Suriya followed soon after, burying himself deep as he shuddered against her, whispering “I love you” over and over.

They stayed joined for a long time afterward, breathing hard, skin damp and warm. Suriya brushed stray hair from her face and kissed her forehead gently.

“Thank you for choosing to move forward with me,” he said softly.
Anandhi could only nod, still catching her breath, her heart still torn between two men — one lost, one holding her so patiently in his arms.

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Chapter 71: The Surprise That Changed Everything


The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of their new villa. Anandhi woke up first, still wrapped in Suriya’s arms. Their bodies were warm and bare beneath the sheets after last night’s tender reunion. She turned toward him, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. When his eyes opened, she leaned in and kissed him — slow, lingering, full of quiet promise.

“I meant what I said last night,” she whispered against his lips. “I will tell the kids today. I promise.”

Suriya’s face softened with relief and love. He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. “Thank you.”

“I want to do it properly,” she continued. “Can you take the kids out for the whole day? Just us and them — somewhere fun. Give me some time alone with my thoughts, and then we’ll all sit together in the evening.”

He nodded without hesitation. “Anything for you.”

They slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom together. The moment the warm water started cascading over their bodies in the spacious shower, the air between them thickened again. Suriya pressed her gently against the cool tiled wall, his hands roaming over her wet skin. This time it wasn’t just tender — it was needy. He lifted one of her legs, hooked it around his hip, and entered her in one smooth thrust. Anandhi gasped, her head falling back as the hot water poured over her breasts and shoulders. Their shower sex was passionate yet emotional — deep strokes, slippery skin sliding together, her moans echoing softly against the tiles while he kissed her neck and whispered how much he loved her. They came together under the spray, holding each other tightly as the water washed away the last traces of nervousness.

After drying off, Anandhi took extra care preparing herself. She chose a elegant yet simple cream-colored saree that made her look radiant and presentable — the kind of outfit a woman would wear when announcing a new chapter in her life. She applied light makeup, tied her hair neatly, and added a small bindi. Suriya dressed in a crisp shirt and trousers, looking every bit the responsible, loving man ready to become a husband and father.

They stood together in front of the mirror like a new couple preparing for their future. Anandhi smiled at their reflection, though her heart was racing.

“Today is a special day,” she told the kids while helping them get ready. 
“We’re going out, and there’s a surprise planned. But it’s a suspense for now.”

Rohan and Riya’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “What is it, Mom? Tell us!”
She laughed softly. “If I tell, it won’t be a surprise. Just wait and see.”

After a quiet family breakfast, they all headed toward the parking lot. Anandhi and Suriya walked a few steps behind the children, both visibly nervous. Before leaving the house, Suriya switched off all the lights on the upper floor. As they reached the staircase, he stopped and turned to her, his voice low.

“I’m really nervous about what the kids will think,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Nothing bad will happen,” Anandhi reassured him. She rose on her toes and kissed his cheek tenderly.

The kiss wasn’t enough for him. Suriya suddenly pulled her close and captured her lips in a forceful, hungry kiss. Their tongues met instantly, dancing greedily, tasting each other with raw need and pent-up emotion. For nearly five full minutes they stood there in the dim hallway, kissing like they might never get another chance — deep, wet, breathless. When they finally broke apart, both were flushed and breathing hard.
“I’m nervous too,” Anandhi confessed, her voice shaky. “I’m not sure if the kids will like this suspense. I pray they don’t get hurt by any of this.”
Just then, a loud, excited voice echoed from the parking area below.

“Daaaddyyy! You are the suspense? Mom is telling us it’s a surprise!”
The words landed like a sharp slap across both their faces.

Anandhi and Suriya froze. Their eyes widened in shock. 
They quickly hurried down the remaining stairs, their hands instinctively linked together for support.

The moment they stepped into the open parking lot, time seemed to stop.
There, standing near the car with Rohan and Riya jumping around him happily, was Rahul.

But not the young, charming Rahul she had known. This was the older version — the original Rahul. His hair had turned noticeably grey at the temples, and he had put on a little weight, making his once-fit frame softer around the middle. He looked tired, older, but his eyes still carried that familiar warmth when they landed on Anandhi.

Anandhi didn’t think for even a second. Her hand slipped out of Suriya’s grip in pure panic, shock, happiness, and overwhelming surprise all at once. She ran toward Rahul, her saree pallu fluttering, her full breasts and rounded ass jiggling noticeably with every hurried step. Without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly, burying her face in his chest.

“Rahul…” she whispered, voice breaking.

Suriya stood frozen a few steps behind, watching the scene. His jaw tightened as he compared himself unconsciously to the man in front of him. Rahul was no longer the young, energetic Jeeva-like figure who had once captivated Anandhi. He looked ordinary now — greying, slightly heavier, less charming in the conventional sense. Suriya glanced down at his own fit, muscular body and felt a painful twist in his chest.

In what way am I better? he thought bitterly. Why does she keep breaking me again and again?

Anandhi suddenly realized what she had done. She had run to Rahul without a second thought, leaving Suriya standing alone. The guilt hit her like a wave. She slowly stepped back from Rahul’s embrace, her eyes darting between the two men.

Rahul stood quietly on one side. Suriya stood on the other.
And she — Anandhi — was caught clearly in the middle.

Her heart pounded violently. She had to choose now. The deep, irreplaceable love she still carried for Rahul… or the new-found promise, patience, and steady love she had built with Suriya over these painful months.

The future of their entire family hung in this single, silent moment.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 71: The Backstory

The parking lot had become a battlefield of silent emotions. Anandhi stood frozen between Rahul and Suriya, her heart tearing in two directions at once. Tears blurred her vision as she looked from one man to the other, unable to speak, unable to choose.

Just then, the sound of a car door closing made everyone turn.

A calm, middle-aged man in a simple white shirt and trousers stepped forward. He had kind eyes behind thin spectacles and carried the quiet authority of a doctor.

“Excuse me,” he said gently, raising one hand. “I think we all need to talk.”
Anandhi wiped her tears quickly. “Who… who are you?”

“I am Dr. Madhavan,” he replied with a small nod. “I was in charge of Rahul’s case during the 100-day experiment.”
The air grew heavier. Suriya’s jaw tightened. The children looked up curiously.
Dr. Madhavan gestured toward the garden chairs near the entrance. “Shall we sit? This might take a few minutes.”

They moved in awkward silence. Once everyone was seated — Anandhi between the two men, kids on either side — the doctor began speaking in a measured, professional tone.

“The 100-day experiment on Rahul was technically a success. His body transformed completely into the younger form you knew as Jeeva. But when the 100 days ended… something went wrong. He lost his memory. Not entirely, but significantly. The moment the transformation reversed, he started repeating only two things — your name, Anandhi, and the names of the children. Over and over. He was disoriented, confused, almost childlike in his panic.”

Anandhi’s hand flew to her mouth. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

“I had to keep him safe,” Dr. Madhavan continued. “I hid him in a private facility two hours away and treated him personally for the last two months. Slowly, he began regaining consciousness. He still doesn’t remember anything that happened after the first two days of his transformation. Everything from the moment he fully became Jeeva until now is blank for him.”

He looked directly at Anandhi with gentle eyes.

“You need not do anything special. He will recover slowly. Maybe in a week, perhaps two, his full memory will return. But I was afraid — if he woke up completely alone, he might run away again. He loved his family so deeply. That love was the only thing that kept surfacing even in his confused state. So… I decided to bring him back to you.”


Anandhi couldn’t hold back anymore. She slid off the chair and fell to her knees on the cool floor, sobbing loudly.

“I’m so sorry, Rahul… I’m so sorry…” she cried, her voice breaking. “That night… that night… I shouldn’t have… I’m the reason you suffered…”
Rahul, who had been sitting quietly with a slightly dazed expression, slowly stood up. He moved like someone still processing the world around him. Without a word, he walked to Rohan and Riya, lifted them both into his arms one by one, and kissed their foreheads. Tears flowed freely down his older, slightly fuller face.

“Papa missed you…” he whispered hoarsely to the children.
Rohan and Riya hugged him tightly, confused but happy.

Rahul then turned and pointed straight at Suriya.
“Who is he?”

The kids answered innocently. “That’s Suriya uncle. He stays with us.”
Rahul blinked slowly, as if trying to understand. “Oh…” was all he said. His voice sounded slow, almost childlike in its simplicity.

Anandhi stood up shakily. She knows she choosing Rahul at the moment would hurt Suriya, but her heart naturally came to him and at a moment like this when Rahul lost his memory wont she be the one to take care of him.. She looked at Suriya with pleading eyes, silently begging him through that single gaze: Please… let me do this. Just until he regains his memory. Please.

Suriya stared back at her. His chest rose and fell heavily. Pain, jealousy, and love warred inside him. After a long moment, he took a deep, resigned breath and gave her the slightest nod.

Dr. Madhavan stood up. “I’ll take my leave now. Call me if anything changes.” He patted Rahul’s shoulder gently and walked toward his car.
As the doctor’s car disappeared down the driveway, Anandhi turned to Rahul with a forced, trembling smile. 

“Welcome home…” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rahul hugged her, a tear left from his eyes, he said that sam, he was a sinner, he conned me, made me doubt you , you are are purest soul... he nodded, still wearing that slightly lost expression, and stepped inside the villa without another word.

Ananthi realsiled only that thing he remembers so far, he doesnt know she and suriya had a special relationship. she decided to stay away from Suriya until he regain concious. An hour later she spoke with Suriya and convinced, they had to play along until he gain conscious one he got back his memory, then lets figure out. 

Suriya was disappointed with what she said she didnt say she will choose him, no matter what, she said they will figure out once he gains memory, its obvious she already choosed Rahul over him. 

---

Two hours later – 30 km away

Dr. Madhavan sat in the back seat of his car, staring out at the passing scenery, lost in deep thought.

His driver glanced at him through the rear-view mirror.
“Sir… why did you leave him in his house like that? He looked genuinely like he had lost his memory.”

Dr. Madhavan smiled — a small, knowing smile.
“He was acting all along.”

The driver’s eyes widened in shock. “Then…?”
Madhavan leaned back, folding his arms.

“I don’t fully know what he wants. He asked me to play along exactly like this. I just followed his instructions and put on the act with him. He never lost his memory. Not even for a day.”

The driver was stunned. “But… why?”
Madhavan chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“Only Rahul knows what he really wants. He must have done something during the time he was Jeeva… something big. Now he’s choosing to act like a memory-lost man. All for just a two-week performance.”

Madhavan smiled to himself, eyes glinting with quiet curiosity.
“I wonder what mess he created when he was living as that young, charming Jeeva… and what he plans to do now by pretending he remembers nothing.”

The car continued down the highway, leaving the villa — and the complicated storm brewing inside it — far behind.

[Mukul@99]

Woah ! Absolute cliffhanger. You could cut the tension with a knife. You have a unique voice that makes your stories immediately engaging. Your storytelling is effortless. You are a master story-weaver.

[Parthibajeeva]

O man!!! What a twister you are.. unbelievable... I was totally stund by the updates.. keep it up.. rock and roll...

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 72: The First Night


The new villa was quiet under the soft glow of night lights. Rahul had been given the large master bedroom on the first floor — the same spacious room with a king-sized bed that Suriya had once shared with Anandhi. Tonight, Rohan and Riya insisted on sleeping with their father. Rahul didn’t argue. He changed into comfortable night clothes and lay down in the middle of the huge bed, one child tucked under each arm.

As the kids slowly drifted off, their small bodies warm against his sides, Rahul stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above. A quiet, self-mocking laugh escaped his lips in the darkness.

How childish… how cinematic, he thought. Pretending to have lost his memory like some soap opera hero. Yet here he was — back in his house, back with his children, and soon, hopefully, back with his wife.

He had laughed at himself many times during the planning with Dr. Madhavan, but the ache in his chest had left him no other choice.

The door creaked open softly. Anandhi stepped in wearing a simple cotton nighty that reached just below her knees. The soft fabric clung gently to her curves, her hair loose and falling over one shoulder. She looked tired, beautiful, and visibly nervous.
“Mummy!” Rohan suddenly shouted, half-asleep. “Sleep here today!”

Rahul turned his head slowly, maintaining the slightly dazed, innocent expression he had practiced. “Why won’t Mummy sleep here?” he asked, his voice deliberately slow and childlike.

Rohan yawned. “She tells us stories, makes us sleep, then goes out…”
Anandhi froze at the doorway, panic flashing across her face.

Rahul blinked at her with feigned confusion. “Why do you go out? Where do you sleep?”

Anandhi swallowed hard, forcing a gentle smile as she walked closer to the bed. “I… I sleep alone in the next room nowadays. I get headaches and pressure from college work late at night. I don’t want to disturb you.”

Rahul nodded slowly, as if processing the information with great effort. After a pause, he asked in the same innocent tone, “Who is that Suriya? Why is he staying here?”
Anandhi’s heart skipped a beat. She sat carefully on the edge of the bed, her hand resting lightly on Rahul’s arm.

“He is… my relative,” she said softly. “He stays here for some work. Don’t worry about it now. I will explain everything properly once you get your memory back. Okay?”

Rahul looked at her for a long moment, then gave a small, accepting nod.
Anandhi leaned forward, hugged him gently, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she slipped under the covers and rested her head on his chest, one arm dbangd across his slightly softer belly.
Rahul’s heart swelled with quiet triumph. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. The familiar scent of her hair, the warmth of her body against his — it felt like coming home after years of exile.

She’s in my arms again, he thought, a small, satisfied smile touching his lips in the dark. Just like old times.
As Anandhi’s breathing slowly evened out into sleep, Rahul lay awake, replaying everything in his mind.

On the 100th day, nothing dramatic had happened. The earlier test failures were simply due to the carelessness of the lab technicians. The doctors had kept him under observation for an extra month — running every possible test, checking his vitals daily — until they were completely confident he was stable. But the reversal process had taken a heavy toll on his body and mind. When he finally regained full control of himself, the emptiness hit him like a truck.

He couldn’t spend a single day without thinking about his family. The thought of Anandhi and the children living without him had slowly killed him from the inside.
He knew the truth: he had willingly handed them over to Suriya before the experiment. If he simply walked back in and demanded his family, would they accept him? Would Anandhi feel trapped? Would Suriya fight? The fear of rejection had been too much.

So he had come up with this plan with Dr. Madhavan — the “memory loss” act. A sympathy card. A safe way to re-enter their lives without facing immediate confrontation. He had given himself a two-week window. Long enough to rebuild closeness, short enough that he wouldn’t have to pretend forever.
Now, lying here with Anandhi’s head on his chest and his children curled up beside him, Rahul felt a strange mix of happiness and cold calculation.

His plan was simple:
Get Anandhi used to being around him again. Let her care for him, comfort him, slowly fall back into the old rhythm. Then, bit by bit, he would “regain” fragments of his memory. From there, he would decide the next steps — whether to reveal everything or manipulate the situation further.

In the worst case, even if Anandhi chose Suriya, he would at least secure his rights as the biological father of the children. Suriya could never take that away from him.
Rahul gently stroked Anandhi’s hair, his fingers moving through the strands with quiet possessiveness.

She will choose me naturally, he told himself. She always has.
But a small doubt lingered in the back of his mind — what if these past months had made her truly fond of Suriya? What if the patient, steady love Suriya offered had created roots deeper than he expected?

He pushed the thought away and tightened his arm around her.
For now, Anandhi was in his arms. The kids were sleeping peacefully beside him. That was enough.

The real game would begin tomorrow.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 73: Eyes That See Everything


Morning light filtered softly through the curtains of the master bedroom. Anandhi woke up slowly, her body nestled comfortably against Rahul’s slightly softer chest. His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, holding her close even in sleep. For a brief moment, it felt familiar — almost peaceful. The children were still curled up on either side of them, breathing evenly.

But the moment reality hit, Anandhi’s stomach twisted with guilt. She was lying in Rahul’s arms after promising Suriya just yesterday that she would tell the kids about their marriage. Last day's tender shower sex, the passionate kisses in the hallway, the way Suriya had looked at her with so much love… all of it flashed in her mind.

Before she could move, the bedroom door opened quietly. Rohan woked up early he opend the door to fetch some toys. 

Suriya stood there with a tray in his hands — two cups of coffee and some light breakfast he had prepared. The moment his eyes landed on Anandhi lying in Rahul’s arms, his entire body went rigid. His jaw clenched tightly. Pain and raw jealousy burned in his gaze as he stared at the scene: his woman, the one who had promised to become his wife, sleeping peacefully in another man’s embrace.

Anandhi’s eyes met Suriya’s across the room. The heavy, silent eye contact was devastating. She saw the hurt, the betrayal, the silent question in his eyes — After everything we shared yesterday? After you promised? Her cheeks flushed with extreme guilt. She gently tried to pull away from Rahul without waking him, but it was too late. Suriya had already seen enough.

He placed the tray on the side table with a little more force than necessary and walked out without a word.

---

Breakfast was a tense affair at the dining table.

Rahul sat with that same slightly dazed, innocent expression, eating slowly. Rohan and Riya were chattering happily, glad to have their father back. Anandhi kept stealing glances at Suriya, who sat silently at the far end of the table, his face unreadable but his knuckles white around his coffee mug.

Suddenly, Rahul spoke in his slow, childlike voice.
“Rohan likes aloo paratha with extra butter… right?” He looked at the boy with a small, uncertain smile. “And Riya… she always wants strawberry milk after dinner.”

The children’s eyes lit up. “Yes, Papa! You remembered!”

Anandhi felt her heart squeeze painfully. Tears pricked her eyes. These were such tiny, ordinary memories — things only a real father would know. She reached out and gently squeezed Rahul’s hand on the table, her touch lingering a second longer than necessary. The emotional pull was instant. For a moment, she forgot everything else and just felt grateful that he was remembering pieces of their life.

Suriya watched the entire exchange in silence. The jealousy in his chest burned hotter.

---

Later that morning, when the kids were playing in the garden, Suriya finally found Anandhi alone in the kitchen.
He didn’t waste time. He stepped close, his voice low and rough with emotion.

“You promised me yesterday,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “You promised you would tell the kids we’re getting married. You let me make love to you in the shower… you kissed me like you meant it. And this morning I find you sleeping in his arms?”


Anandhi’s eyes filled with tears. “Suriya… please. I’m sorry. I didn’t plan any of this. He’s lost his memory. He’s the father of my children. And you know it better, even if he dont have memory loss issue i would have still struggled , i would have still choosed him.. I can’t just push him away right now.” 

She stepped closer, placing her hands on his chest. “Give me some more time… just a little more time. Please. I beg you.”
if he gets his memory back, i will make sure we sit and discuss. 

You said once, Nupital chains are just formalities and you married me by heart, treat that way. Rahul is back.. we need to be careful untill he gets memory. i promise you i wont leave you.. but marriage for real we need to discuss late.. 

Suriya anger and disapointment mixed inside and Anandhi understood it. she was helpless. but she was being honest about her stand. 


Suriya’s breathing was heavy. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. But the love he felt for her was stronger. He suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her — hard, emotional, almost angry. It wasn’t gentle like yesterday. This kiss was desperate, possessive, full of all the frustration and longing he had been holding back. She didnt stop.. after all she know it was she who was osciallting and choosing Rahul everytime. 

Anandhi melted into it despite herself. Her hands clutched his shirt as their tongues met hungrily. For a few heated seconds, the world disappeared. It was the same fire they had shared in the shower — deep, needy, and real.

Unbeknownst to both of them, Rahul had been watching the entire scene from a hidden spot near the hallway entrance. He stood completely still, his face no longer showing any trace of the “confused” act.
His eyes darkened.

So they had indeed been sleeping together. They had been days away from getting married. He had returned just in time to spoil everything.
A slow, calculated smile touched his lips.

Good, he thought. Now I know exactly how deep this goes.

Instead of interrupting, Rahul quietly stepped back and walked away, leaving them alone to continue their stolen moment. He wasn’t bothered by this single kiss. He was playing the long game now — pulling strings from behind the scenes.

He still had two weeks.
And he was determined to reverse everything.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 74: Torn Between Two Hearts


The next few days blurred into a painful routine that tore Anandhi apart.
Every morning she woke up in Rahul’s arms in the master bedroom, surrounded by the children. Rahul was slowly “remembering” small, intimate details — Rohan’s favorite cricket shot, Riya’s fear of thunder, the way Anandhi liked her tea with two spoons of sugar. Each little memory made her eyes fill with tears and pulled her emotionally closer to him. But every time she looked toward Suriya, she saw the growing pain and fury in his eyes.

They never got a single private moment together. Rahul and the kids occupied almost all of Anandhi’s time — playing, eating, talking, sleeping. Suriya watched from the sidelines as the family he had been building slowly slipped away from him. The patience he had shown for months was cracking.

It hurt Rahul too. He could see how visibly torn Anandhi was — the way her smile never reached her eyes anymore, how she would freeze whenever Suriya entered the room. He hadn’t wanted to make her suffer like this, but his plan demanded it.
One quiet evening, after the children had gone to sleep, Rahul tried to reignite the old passion. He pulled Anandhi closer on the bed, his hand gently caressing her waist under the nighty, his lips brushing her neck.

But Anandhi gently pushed him back. “Not now, Rahul… please.”
He looked at her with hurt in his eyes. “Do I look aged and ugly now? The doctor said I was much younger during the experiment. Is that why you’re rejecting me?”
Anandhi’s heart ached. She cupped his face with both hands and looked straight into his eyes.

“The moment I saw you in the parking lot, I ran to you and hugged you without thinking. Slim or fat, grey hair or black — none of that matters to me. You are Rahul. That’s what matters.” She hugged him tightly, her voice trembling. “But the reason I’m rejecting you right now… it’s too complex. Once you get your full memory back, I will tell you everything openly. You will understand then.”

Rahul asked innocently, “So… if I gain my memory, you will tell me the real reason why you don’t want to have sex with me? It sounds like I will never have a chance with you again…”

Anandhi shook her head quickly. “No… don’t ask me such questions. You are more important than anyone or anything in this world. Sex is nothing compared to you. If this is making you sad, then listen to me clearly — I will have sex with you wholeheartedly once you are back to normal. Okay?”

Rahul smiled softly, hiding the satisfaction behind his innocent expression. He nodded and pulled her closer, letting her rest her head on his chest.

---

The very next day, Suriya reached his breaking point.

Anandhi found him in the guest room, silently packing his clothes into a bag. Her heart dropped.
“Suriya… what are you doing?” she asked, voice shaking.

He didn’t look at her at first. When he finally turned, his eyes were cold and filled with pain.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he said quietly. “I stayed because I thought he would regain his memory soon. But every day I watch you sleeping in his arms, laughing at his small memories, choosing him again and again. I’m tired of being the second choice.”
Anandhi panicked. She rushed forward and grabbed his arm. “Please don’t take any wrong decision. Stay… I’m begging you. Don’t leave.”

Suriya’s jaw tightened. He pulled her into his arms suddenly and kissed her — hard, angry, and desperate. The kiss was rough with months of suppressed emotions. Anandhi clung to him, tears slipping down her cheeks even as she kissed him back with equal intensity.

When they broke apart, breathing heavily, Suriya looked into her eyes.
“If you want me to stay here… do one thing for me.”

Anandhi nodded without hesitation. “Anything.”

“After he sleeps tonight… come to my room. Let’s have sex. I need to feel that you still belong to me too.”

Anandhi was not shocked. She simply looked at him and whispered, “If this can calm your heart… I will come.”

---

Unknown to both of them, Rahul had quietly installed tiny Wi-Fi bug speakers in almost every corner of the house during his “confused” wandering. He sat in the master bedroom, listening to every word through his phone.

The conversation hit him hard.

Anandhi wasn’t planning to leave either of them. She was ready to keep both men in her life — emotionally with him, physically with Suriya if needed. The situation was far more complex than he had imagined.

That night, after casual talk and playing with the kids, Anandhi changed into a simple, soft nighty and slipped into bed beside Rahul. She rested her head on his chest as usual. Rahul held her close, his heart pounding with panic.
He waited.
Nine o’clock… ten o’clock… eleven o’clock.

Anandhi’s breathing had become deep and steady. She showed no sign of getting up to go to Suriya’s room. At 11:40 pm, Rahul finally closed his eyes and let sleep take over, a strange mix of relief and new worry settling in his chest.

She had chosen to stay with him tonight.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 75: Midnight Cheating 


At 12:10 AM, Rahul stirred in his sleep and turned to his left. His arm reached out instinctively, searching for the familiar warmth of Anandhi’s body.

She wasn’t there.

The bed felt suddenly cold. His eyes snapped open. A sharp wave of unease hit him instantly. He knew exactly where she had gone.
He sat up slowly, careful not to wake the children who were sleeping soundly on the other side of the large bed. His heart was already pounding. Without making a sound, he reached for his phone, slipped in the wireless earbuds, and opened the app connected to the hidden Wi-Fi bug speakers he had planted all over the house.

He switched channels one by one. Ground floor — nothing but the soft breathing of the kids. Hallway — silence. Then he switched to the first floor.
The moment the audio connected, his breath caught.

Even through the earbuds, he could clearly hear the wet, passionate sounds of deep kissing. Lips moving hungrily against each other, soft moans escaping between breaths. The unmistakable sound of two people who had been starving for each other.

Rahul felt an instant, powerful hard-on. For weeks when he had been in Jeeva’s young body, he had secretly watched them through the hidden camera. That same dark curiosity surged through him again, stronger than before. He couldn’t resist.

He quietly got out of bed, wearing only his loose night shorts, and crept up the stairs to the first floor. His bare feet made no sound on the cool marble. When he reached Suriya’s bedroom door, he stopped. His heart hammered wildly.
He bent down and peered through the keyhole.
What he saw made his throat go dry.

Anandhi and Suriya were tangled in a hot, desperate kiss. Their lips moved passionately, tongues visibly dancing, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Anandhi was still in her simple nighty, but it had already slipped off one shoulder.
Through the earbuds, he heard Suriya’s husky voice, thick with longing.

“How long I have been waiting for you… you know that?”
Anandhi pulled back slightly, breathing hard. “Rahul didn’t sleep for hours. I had to wait until he fell into deep sleep.”
Suriya let out a frustrated groan. “We have been living like husband and wife for months… and now we have to have secret sex like this? We are not even legally married yet.”

Anandhi gave a soft, nervous giggle. “Not yet.”
Suriya’s tone turned serious. “But I am serious, Anandhi. I want to marry you. I realized you will eventually choose only Rahul…”

Anandhi didn’t reply with words. Instead, she leaned in and kissed him deeply again, trying to shift his focus away from the painful conversation.
“It’s been so long since you came hard on me,” she whispered against his lips. “I don’t want to waste time on random talk tonight. I need to go back soon. Let’s just have good sex…”

Suriya’s voice was rough with emotion. “I hate this. I don’t want sneaky sex. I want you fully… for myself.”
Anandhi didn’t argue. She stood up from the bed, caught the hem of her nighty, and pulled it off in one smooth motion. She stood before him in just her black bra and matching panties, her full breasts straining against the fabric, her soft curves glowing in the dim light.
Suriya still looked lost in thought about marriage.

Anandhi smirked, grabbed the front of his t-shirt, and pulled him closer. In a low, teasing Tamil accent she whispered,
“Dei badava… nalla dress potrukapave enna avalo disturb pannuva? Bra-jatti oda nikkuren… chumma ukkanthu irukka?  Nee ambla thana…edho oru sinthanaya mind la vachutu, yen interest ilana inga iruka un kooda paduka thana vandhen. nee Rahul mela gandula iruka nu theriyum, adhuku enna yen punish panra. Inga paru ne ambalaya irundhaa un kovatha bed-la kaami…”

(You idiot… you used to disturb me sexually when i wear normal dress? I’m standing here in just bra and panties… and you’re just sitting there? i came here to have sex with you.. you seemed like getting distracted by random thought…i know you are disappointed with Rauhl. if you’re a real man, show that anger on the bed…)

That was all it took.


Rahul, still watching through the keyhole with his earbuds in, knew exactly what she was doing — deliberately infuriating Suriya to pull his focus back to raw sex and away from marriage talk.

Suriya’s eyes darkened with lust. In one swift motion, he yanked off his t-shirt and V-cut brief, revealing his hard, muscular body. He lifted Anandhi effortlessly into his arms.

“For the way you speak tonight… let me punish you properly,” he growled.
Anandhi smiled knowingly, the smile of a woman who had successfully redirected him.


He threw her onto the bed. She bounced once with a soft laugh that quickly turned into a gasp as Suriya pounced on her. He yanked her panties down roughly and unhooked her bra in seconds, tossing them aside. His hand moved between her thighs and he realized she was already soaking wet.

Without any more waiting, Suriya positioned himself and pushed his thick cock into her with one powerful, full thrust.


“Aaahhh…!” Anandhi let out a loud moan before quickly clamping her own hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

Rahul remained crouched at the keyhole, breathing hard through his nose, his cock throbbing painfully in his night shorts as he watched the intense one-hour marathon inside Suriya’s room.


Suriya had taken Anandhi in every position he craved — missionary with her legs wrapped around his waist, doggy style while he gripped her hips and pounded deep, her riding him reverse cowgirl with her full breasts bouncing, and finally from behind while he held her long hair like reins, slamming into her until her muffled cries filled the room. 

The wet, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, the low possessive grunts from Suriya, and Anandhi’s stifled moans echoed through the earbuds straight into Rahul’s brain. Tears of guilt and overwhelming pleasure glistened at the corners of Anandhi’s eyes even as her body arched and trembled beneath him, completely surrendered to the moment.

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Chapter 76: The Hallway Floor sex




Finally, after the long, exhausting round, Anandhi placed both hands on Suriya’s chest and gently but firmly pushed him back.

“Enough… Rahul is alone downstairs,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice shaky. “I need to go back now.”

Suriya hovered over her, still buried deep inside her, his chest heaving. “One more round… just one more. I need you again.”
Anandhi shook her head quickly. “No… I can’t. Not tonight. I’ve already stayed too long.”

She slipped out from under him hurriedly. Suriya’s thick cock slid out of her with a wet sound. Without wasting time searching for her underwear, she grabbed only her nighty from the floor, pulled it over her head in one swift motion, and smoothed it down. Her bra and panties lay forgotten somewhere under the cot where Suriya had thrown them earlier. She was completely bare underneath the thin cotton fabric now — her nipples clearly visible, her pussy still glistening and leaking his cum down her inner thighs.

Rahul heard the movement and quickly pulled back from the keyhole. He rushed down the stairs as silently as he could, his bare feet flying over the steps. Halfway down, he stopped in the shadowed corner of the staircase. The hallway light was dim, and the staircase was positioned such that anyone coming from Suriya’s room on the other side couldn’t see him unless they came right to the edge.

He crouched low and waited.

A moment later, Anandhi stepped out of the bedroom, her nighty slightly disheveled, hair messy, cheeks flushed. Suriya followed right behind her, still naked, his cock half-hard and shining with their mixed juices.

He caught her wrist and pulled her back.
“Just one more time… please,” he begged in a low, hungry voice.
Anandhi tried to pull away playfully. “Suriya, no… I have to go down.”

What followed was a visible, playful struggle in the open hallway. She laughed softly and tried to twist free, but Suriya was stronger. He yanked her toward him. In the tussle, her foot slipped. Anandhi lost balance and fell backward onto the cool marble floor with a soft thud, her nighty riding up to her hips instantly.

Suriya didn’t waste even a second.

He came down on top of her right there in the middle of the hallway floor, his muscular body covering hers. With one rough hand he pushed her nighty all the way up to her waist, exposing her completely. Her bare, wet pussy was now fully on display.

“Suriya… please!” Anandhi whispered urgently, eyes wide with panic. “This is the hall! If we make any noise it will echo all the way downstairs!”
Suriya’s voice was husky, dark with lust. “Then don’t make any noise.”

Before she could respond, he spread her thighs apart and thrust his thick, hard cock into her in one powerful stroke — burying himself to the hilt in a single brutal push.

Anandhi’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Suriya immediately clamped his large hand over her lips, muffling the moan that tried to escape. Her eyes rolled back slightly as he began fucking her right there on the floor — hard, deep, and passionate missionary strokes that made her entire body jolt with every thrust.

This view was nothing like the distant keyhole or the grainy hidden camera. This was raw, close, and painfully clear. Rahul could see everything in vivid detail: his wife’s legs spread wide on the marble floor, Suriya’s thick cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, her breasts bouncing freely under the bunched-up nighty, the way her toes curled, the sweat already forming on both their bodies.

Within seconds, both of them slipped back into the fucking zone. Their lips sealed together again in a hungry, passionate kiss while Suriya continued pounding her relentlessly on the hallway floor. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping and her muffled moans reached Rahul’s ears even without the earbuds now.



Rahul couldn’t control himself any longer.

His hand slipped into his shorts. He pulled out his own throbbing cock and started stroking furiously — the closest, most real scene of his wife’s adultery happening right in front of his eyes. The sight of Anandhi being taken so passionately by her lover, right there on the floor where anyone could have walked in, pushed him over the edge almost instantly. He came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling onto the staircase wall and floor as his body shuddered silently.

Panting, he quickly wiped himself, tucked his cock back in, and slipped away downstairs before they could notice anything.
When he finally crept back into the master bedroom, the clock showed 2:00 AM.

He lay down carefully between the sleeping children, closed his eyes, and forced his breathing to slow, pretending to be in deep sleep.
At 3:00 AM, the door opened softly.

Anandhi slipped back into the room, still wearing only the nighty, her legs slightly unsteady. She smelled of sex — sweat, Suriya’s cologne, and the unmistakable scent of fresh cum. Her heart was beating so loudly that even from a few feet away, Rahul could hear the fast, guilty thumping against her chest as she carefully slid under the covers beside him.

She curled up against his side once again, but her body was trembling with the aftermath of everything that had just happened.
Rahul kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

Inside his mind, the images of her being fucked on the hallway floor played on repeat.

Rahul was torn by what happened, she indeed loves me, she dont want to leave me, but she does the same to suriya. She tortures me by not leaving Suriya, she tortures him by making me a priority and leave him out. 

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View from the steps. 

[heygiwriter]

Any guess on next ? :) Sorry for keep bothering and asking for opinion or feedback or guess games, its just drives me to write more.

[christopernolan]

Any guess on next ? :) Sorry for keep bothering and asking for opinion or feedback or guess games, its just drives me to write more.

I guess you make anandhi going to ended up with both rahul and surya because thats the story main theme it states that two desires are rahul and surya and one eternal love is for rahul. This is just my pov