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

[Mukul@99]

My guess is Rahul is going to walk away. By the looks of it she is digging a deeper hole from where there is no coming back. Or there is a bigger picture? This is some spellbinding writing.

[heygiwriter]

My guess is Rahul is going to walk away. By the looks of it she is digging a deeper hole from where there is no coming back. Or there is a bigger picture? This is some spellbinding writing.

Thanks

[sat200322]

I guess its a double edged sword for Anandhi, playing between love and lust. I think the love angle will prevail, when Suriya will understand the pain of Rahul by going through same emotions.
Hoping to see your regular updates with more hotness, GIFs, intimacy and profound jealousy!!

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 77: Insecurities and Truths


The morning sun had already climbed high when Rahul finally opened his eyes. The bed felt empty even though Anandhi was still lying beside him. Last night’s images refused to leave his mind — Anandhi on the hallway floor, legs spread wide, moaning under Suriya’s relentless thrusts, then the way she had hurriedly left without giving him anything.

He had woken up hard, desperate for her touch, but when he had gently pulled her closer and tried to initiate sex, she had softly pushed him away with the same excuse: “The kids might wake up… not now.”

Yet she had gone to Suriya last night and let him fuck her like a maniac.
The rejection burned deep. Rahul slipped out of bed quietly and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. He stared at his reflection — the slight belly, the softer chest, the grey strands in his hair. He looked older, heavier, less desirable.

No wonder she denied me and ran to him, he thought bitterly. She must naturally feel Suriya is the better choice for bed. I look ugly compared to his fit body.

He was still lost in self-loathing when Anandhi stirred and woke up late, her body visibly tired from the long night. She noticed his dull expression immediately.
“Rahul… why do you look so dull this morning?” she asked gently, sitting up.

His mind worked instantly. He turned to her with a sad, vulnerable look.
“I need to hit the gym. I need to get back into shape.”
Anandhi blinked, confused. “Why suddenly? What is the need for it?”

Rahul looked down, voice low and hesitant. “I got some bits and pieces of memory back last night. We seemed to have had sex when I was young and in perfect shape… Maybe you hesitate because I’m unshaped and ugly now.”

Anandhi’s heart clenched. She wanted to pull him into her arms, kiss him deeply on the lips, and tell him how much she loved him exactly as he was. But the memory of last night flashed in her mind — Suriya carrying her downstairs naked after the floor sex, making her kneel and suck his cock clean in the hallway before letting her go. Her mouth still carried the faint taste of him. She couldn’t kiss Rahul with that mouth.
She hesitated.

“I never thought like that,” she said softly. “You are the same to me, whatever shape you are.”

Rahul gave a small, bitter smirk. “I at least thought you would kiss me on the mouth to console me…”
Anandhi froze. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not yet.
“See… certain things have to happen naturally,” she whispered, guilt heavy in her voice. “I wanted to… I’m sorry.”

She quickly rose and went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth thoroughly, washed her mouth multiple times, and stared at herself in the mirror with shame. When she came back, Rahul was still standing there, visibly upset.

Something inside her broke. She walked to the door, locked it, and came back to him. Without a word, she pulled her nighty over her head in one motion and stood completely naked before him.

“If you want me now… you can have me,” she said quietly. “But sex without real intent will only hurt both of us. Stay the way you are. You are my purpose of love.”

Rahul’s eyes darkened with hunger. He pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Anandhi reciprocated fully, her arms wrapping around his neck. For the next twenty minutes, they kissed — emotional, tender, and full of quiet desperation. Rahul was happy that she didn’t resist him this time.

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Later that evening, while the kids were playing with Anandhi in the garden, Suriya walked up to Rahul, who was sitting alone on the veranda.
“So… Rahul,” Suriya said calmly, “welcome back.”

Rahul acted innocent, tilting his head. “Sorry… I heard you are her relative. Your name? I forget…”
Suriya smiled coldly and dropped the act.

“Stop your drama, Rahul. I know you have no memory loss.”
Rahul’s face went pale. He was genuinely shocked.

Suriya continued, voice low and sharp. “I have no time for drama. It was you who willingly gave her to me before the experiment. I have sharp eyes. Back when you were Jeeva, I knew you sneaked many times through keyholes. Every time you masturbated while watching us, you left your semen on the floor. Last night, after we had sex, I carried her naked in my arms downstairs… that’s when I noticed your fresh cum leak on the staircase floor. Don’t worry — she doesn’t know. I didn’t tell her.”
Suriya stepped closer.

“But you need to stop. I’m not ready to leave her. I need her. I know you want your family back, but she and the kids have become my family too. Be a gentleman.”

let me tell you we are very good at sex, even if she is emotionally invested in you, in bed, she expects only me, she wanted me, she cant leave me.

so stop trying , and leave the place as a gentleman. 

Rahul opened his mouth, anger rising. “This is my family. There is nothing wrong in me making an act to get back what is mine.”
Suriya smiled. “We never gelled well before, and it’s happening the same now.”

Rahul’s eyes hardened. “Yeah… but don’t look down on me. I will get my shape back. I will impress her again. I will ride her hard like you do. That day she will choose me.”

Suriya looked at him for a long moment, then thought to himself:
He must be mad to think like that.

Anandhi had never looked at Rahul that way when it came to physical desire. Even if he became more ugly, she would still choose him emotionally. But this man was drowning in insecurity.

Suriya didn’t say it out loud. He simply gave a small nod and walked away, leaving Rahul standing there with renewed determination — and deeper wounds.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 78: Suriya and Anandhi reciprocated their love


Rahul lay awake long after Suriya had walked away the previous evening. Being caught had shaken him badly. He no longer wanted to risk the fragile balance he had built. The act had served its purpose — he was back in the house, back in Anandhi’s arms — but continuing the full “memory loss” charade now felt too dangerous. It was time to start revealing pieces naturally.

The very next morning he announced his decision.

“I’m joining the gym today,” he told Anandhi while the kids were still sleeping. “I need to get back in shape.”
Anandhi’s face fell. “Rahul… if this is because of what I said yesterday, you don’t have to. Please.”

He smiled gently, still playing the slightly confused husband. “My kids want to see their father young and strong, right? I don’t want to look like a man in his forties when I meet their friends at college.”

Anandhi argued, her voice cracking with guilt. She hated that her hesitation last night had planted this seed in him. But Rahul was firm. In the end she had no choice but to let it go. Deep inside, however, an ache settled in her chest. Have I made him feel that appearance matters to me? For me he was always just my Rahul… nothing else.

For the next two to three days Rahul woke up at dawn. He ran and jogged in the cool morning air, then spent an hour at the nearby gym. He continued acting as if his memory was still patchy — asking small questions, pretending to forget minor things — while Anandhi took care of him with extra tenderness. She packed his protein shakes, laid out his gym clothes, and massaged his sore muscles every evening.

During dinner on the third night, Rahul pushed away the rich butter chicken Anandhi had prepared.

“It’s too fatty,” he said quietly. “I’m on a strict diet now.”
Suriya, sitting across the table, let out a low laugh. “Man, that fat is necessary for energy. You’re doing good, but don’t overdo it and become weak.”

Anandhi smiled at Suriya’s friendly advice, but when she turned to Rahul she saw the tension in his jaw, the flash of anger in his eyes. It didn’t look like teasing to her — it looked like a silent war between the two men. From that night onward Rahul stopped the late-night chats they used to share before bed. The growing distance hurt her deeply. She began to panic in silence.

What if he has remembered something? What if the bits and pieces coming back are about me and Suriya?
She became extremely careful with her words around both men and quietly pulled Suriya aside one afternoon.
“Please… don’t hurt him with your words,” she begged. “Be careful. He’s still recovering.”

Suriya nodded, but the warning only made the air between the three of them heavier.

Another week slipped by. Anandhi turned into Rahul’s biggest supporter. She monitored his diet, bought new gym gadgets, and cheered him on in every possible way — direct praise in front of the kids, soft encouragement when they were alone. Rahul was visibly getting fitter: his belly was shrinking, his chest looked firmer, and a quiet confidence was returning to his posture. He was nearing the end of the third week.
That night changed everything.

As usual, once the children were fast asleep on the big bed, Anandhi changed into her soft nighty and slipped in beside Rahul. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Rahul’s fingers stroked her hair gently. “Will you accept me even if I make a big mistake?” he asked suddenly.
Anandhi lifted her head, confused. “What mistake?”

He didn’t answer. Instead he signaled for her to follow him. They quietly moved to the nearby guest room and locked the door.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” she said, cupping his face.

Rahul looked down, voice heavy. “It’s been a week of gym and diet… but I still don’t see any real change in my body. Do I look like a misfit for you?”
Anandhi let out a soft laugh at first, then realised how deeply hurt he was. She caught his chin and made him look at her.

“It takes months of effort to lose weight and get in shape, Rahul and you are doing better i can see some changes here.. The word ‘misfit’ is too much. You never know the full story. Once you get your memory back, I will ask you the same question — how can you call yourself a misfit? No man would have accepted me after what I did. But you did. You encouraged me. All because of your love for me.” Her eyes filled with emotion. “I wanted to enjoy one full day with you when your memories completely returned… but it’s been three weeks now. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
She stepped closer. “Hear me fully — I love you to the fullest.”

She kissed him on the lips, soft and sincere. Then stepped back.
“You never know how much I missed you all these days…”

Rahul felt a wave of ease wash over him. “I know you love me,” he whispered. “The word ‘misfit’ came because… look at us.” He turned her toward the mirror. “You look gorgeous. Look at me…”

Anandhi hugged him tightly from behind and made him face the mirror again. “We are a wonderful couple,” she said, placing her finger on his lips. “I love you. I love you more than anything.”

Rahul stopped her words with a deep kiss. Their tongues danced slowly, passionately. When they broke apart, Anandhi’s eyes were dark with desire.
“Today I will show you what my love is.”

She pushed him onto the bed, locked the door again, and undressed herself completely. Then she climbed on top of him, stripped him of his clothes, took his hardening cock in her hand and started riding him with slow, deep strokes.

Rahul stopped her gently. “If you have decided, let’s take it slow. Let’s start with smooching.”

Anandhi smiled, remembering their old rhythm. “This is how you used to speak…”
They kissed passionately for long minutes. The smooching turned into breast biting, soft moans, and finally Rahul mounted her and fucked her with steady, loving thrusts. He gave her another chance to ride him again. When he was right on the edge of orgasm, he looked into her eyes and whispered the words that changed everything.


“We did the same when I was here… Suriya… Suriyaa… he was your lover, right? And I gave you to him…”


The words slipped from Rahul’s lips in a soft, almost dreamy whisper, right at the peak of his pleasure, as if a genuine fragment of memory had suddenly surfaced.

Anandhi’s eyes flew open wide in happy shock. Her riding movements faltered for a second as she stared down at him, her naked breasts heaving with every breath. For the first time in weeks, a bright, genuine smile broke across her face — a smile filled with pure relief and overwhelming joy.

“You… you remember?” she whispered, voice trembling with emotion.

Tears of relief immediately filled her eyes and spilled down her flushed cheeks. She didn’t wait for an answer. She leaned down, cupping his face with both hands, and kissed him again and again — desperate, grateful, loving kisses that rained over his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, and back to his mouth. Her tears mixed with their shared saliva as she kissed him deeply, her tongue seeking his with renewed passion.

“Yes… yes, my love,” she murmured between kisses, her voice thick with emotion. “You gave me to him… you want me to marrry him and I… I was so scared you would hate me when you remembered.”

Rahul simply smiled against her lips, letting her believe the memory had truly returned.

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The relief seemed to unlock something deep inside Anandhi. She began moving on him again with fresh hunger — slower this time, but much more intense. Her hips rolled in deep, sensual circles, taking him fully inside her with every downward stroke. Her full breasts swayed heavily above his chest as she rode him, her hands braced on his shoulders, nails digging in slightly.

Rahul groaned, gripping her soft hips, thrusting up to meet her. Their bodies moved together with renewed urgency — skin sliding against sweaty skin, the wet sounds of their union filling the locked guest room. Anandhi’s moans were soft but genuine, no longer held back by guilt or hesitation. She gave herself completely, wanting him to feel wanted, desired, and enough exactly as he was.

They came together this time — Anandhi first, her walls clenching tightly around him as she buried her face in his neck, whispering “I love you… I love you…” over and over. Rahul followed seconds later, groaning her name as he emptied himself deep inside her.
Afterward, they lay tangled and sweaty in each other’s arms, breathing hard. The room smelled of sex and their mingled scents. Anandhi rested her head on his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his slightly softer stomach.

She felt pure happiness blooming in her chest — warm, glowing, and peaceful for the first time in many weeks.
Finally… she thought. I’ve broken his insecurities.

She had made love to him fully tonight — not out of pity, not because he forced the situation, but because she truly wanted to. She had taken him inside her, ridden him, kissed him, moaned for him, irrespective of his shape, his grey hair at the temples, or the softer belly that had replaced his once-firm physique. She had shown him, with her body and her tears, that he was still enough for her. That he was still her Rahul.
A soft, content smile played on her lips as she nuzzled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat slow down.


But as sleep slowly claimed her, a new fear crept in.
Now that he remembers… do I have to leave Suriya?
Will Suriya demand that Rahul leave?
Or will Rahul decide to walk away by himself?

The thoughts twisted inside her like thorns. She clung tighter to Rahul’s chest, heart racing, wondering how the three of them could possibly survive the Rahul had got his memories back.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 79: The Choice That Broke Her


The morning arrived with soft sunlight streaming into the villa. Anandhi woke up earlier than usual, her heart heavy with everything that had happened the previous night. She quietly slipped out of bed, went to the kitchen, and prepared two cups of strong ginger tea — the way Rahul liked it.

She returned to the room and gently shook him awake. When Rahul opened his eyes, she sat on the edge of the bed, holding the steaming cup toward him.

“Rahul…” she began hesitantly, her voice trembling. “Last time you left me alone to suffer. Please don’t do that again. Stay with me. We are a family. I need you… the kids need you.”

Rahul took the cup but didn’t drink. He looked at her steadily and asked the question she feared the most.
“What about Suriya?”

Anandhi looked down at her hands, fingers twisting nervously. After a long silence, she spoke honestly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I know we have messed up his life. Let me be frank with you… I like him too. He was there with me during my lowest phase. I don’t want to lose him either.”

Rahul let out a short, bitter laugh. “No wife would ever say something like this to her husband.” He shook his head, still smiling sadly. “It was me who wanted you to marry him. I left you with him and walked away. I have no right to reclaim you now.”
Anandhi interrupted immediately, her eyes filling with tears.

“I was never someone’s to reclaim. I was always yours, Rahul.”
Rahul’s expression hardened. He set the tea aside and looked straight into her eyes.

“I have seen you having wild sex with him, Anandhi. You were screaming his name while he fucked you on the floor. And now you say you were always mine?” His voice grew firmer. “I want to hear it from you clearly. It has to be me or him. Choose just one. If you don’t want me, I will move out today. But if you want me, I will stay. I cannot share you — whatever the reasons may be.”
He gave her only two options: take him in completely or leave him out.

Without waiting for her immediate reply, Rahul stood up and walked out of the room. He went straight upstairs and found Suriya standing near the balcony.
“I have regained my memory,” Rahul said openly, his voice loud and clear. “I have no intention of giving her to anyone now. Luckily, you two are not legally married yet. I’m taking her back. You need to back off.”
Suriya turned slowly, his jaw tightening.
Anandhi, who had followed Rahul, stood frozen between them. She could feel a fight about to break out. Panic rose in her chest.
“I can’t leave anyone out!” she cried, stepping between the two men. “I like both of you. I wish to stay in marriage with Rahul… and I also wish to do wifely duties to Suriya.”
Both men stared at her in stunned silence.
Suriya let out a mocking laugh. “If you want both of us, then tell us — who will you sleep with every night?”
Anandhi’s voice shook but she answered honestly. “I… I will stay with you on alternate days.”
“No,” both men said at the same time.
Rahul’s voice was cold. “I cannot split you date-wise.”

Suriya added sharply, “I want you fully for myself.”
The tension exploded. Voices rose. Accusations flew. Rahul and Suriya stood face to face, chests heaving, ready to cross the line into physical fight. Anandhi tried desperately to push them apart.

“Stop! Please stop!” she begged, tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly, her vision blurred. The world spun. Her knees gave way and she collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Both men froze instantly. Their anger vanished in a second, replaced by pure panic.

“Anandhi!” Rahul shouted, dropping to his knees beside her.
Suriya was already lifting her head. “Call the doctor! Now!”

They quickly carried her to the bedroom and called a lady doctor, who arrived within twenty minutes. She checked her pulse, blood pressure, and did a quick examination. The two men stood on either side of the bed, faces pale with worry.
After a long silence, the doctor looked up at them, his expression serious but calm.

“She’s stable now… but there’s something you both need to know.”
He paused, then delivered the news that shocked both men to their core.

[Dhakastag]

Man don't make her pregnant just to get Surya to stay. Rahul had decided to sacrifice a lot for her and the kids, he deserves the happy ending.
I know it's in trend nowadays to get sad/conflicted endings in very stories/movies, but it became very common and the story would end like other stories where husband accepts and sacrifices again if Surya stays in her life. Would be Predictable

[Muralimm]

So this is I expect

Is She pregnant ? Or something else but !!
The ending go on open marriage concept wow great
Rahul messed both life peace in hurry

What is Surya going through is all because of Rahul fault

Anandhi love Rahul at the same time showing gratitude on Surya

So open marriage concept works here

[Mukul@99]

Is she pregnant? Please don't do that. It will completely kill the aura & vibe of the story.

[christopernolan]

Yeah,
Pls dont tell she is pregnant.

[Deepak_The_Writer]

Let her be pregnant by suriya, make rahul as cuckold. So Surya can take revenge on him

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 80: The Reality 


The lady doctor finished checking Anandhi’s pulse and blood pressure. Her face grew serious as she looked at the two men standing anxiously on either side of the bed, their bodies tense, shoulders rigid, eyes fixed on her.

“Her pulse is stable now,” the doctor said quietly, “but she’s extremely exhausted and emotionally drained. However… I suspect she is pregnant.  We need to confirm it properly. I want you to take her to my hospital right now for a scan and urine test. We can’t take any risk with the baby.”

The word “pregnant” hung in the air like a live wire.

Anandhi’s eyes fluttered open at that exact moment. The sound pierced through the fog in her mind. Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach, fingers pressing lightly against the soft fabric of her nighty. Her face drained of colour. Pregnant…? How did I miss every single sign? The tiredness, the slight nausea I brushed off as stress, the missed period I thought was just tension… A wave of disbelief crashed over her, followed immediately by a sharp, twisting guilt. Her heart began hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. 

Suriya stepped forward instantly, his voice steady but his hands trembling slightly at his sides. “I’ll bring the car. We’ll go now.” Inside, his chest felt hollow. 

The trio left the villa in heavy silence. Suriya drove, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Rahul sat in the back with Anandhi, holding her hand tightly, his thumb stroking her skin in slow, possessive circles. No one spoke during the twenty-minute drive. Anandhi kept stealing glances at the rear-view mirror. She saw Suriya’s tight jaw, the way his eyes stayed fixed on the road, the subtle clench of his throat as he swallowed hard. He looks so alone up there, she thought, a fresh wave of guilt tightening her chest. I did this to him. I gave him hope, and now…

Suriya’s mind was a storm. I was about to marry her. We were days away from making it official. And now I’m driving her to the hospital while her real husband sits in the back holding her hand. The humiliation burned quietly behind his calm exterior.

At the hospital entrance, the nurse at the reception desk smiled politely.

“Patient’s name?”
“Anandhi,” Rahul answered without hesitation.
The nurse looked up. “And who is the husband?”

Rahul’s hand shot up instantly, clear and confident. Suriya’s hand moved a split second later, then froze halfway in the air. The hesitation was tiny — barely noticeable to anyone else — but Anandhi saw it in sharp, painful detail. Suriya’s eyes flicked toward Rahul, then dropped to the floor. That single micro-moment of uncertainty twisted something deep inside her. He hesitated… because he knows he isn’t the one the world sees as my husband. Her throat tightened with an ache she couldn’t name — part love, part pity, part unbearable guilt.

The nurse handed Anandhi a small bottle. “Urine sample, please.”

Rahul stood up at once, gently helping Anandhi to her feet, his arm sliding protectively around her waist as he walked her toward the bathroom. Suriya remained seated, forced into idle silence, feeling the weight of curious public eyes on them. He stared at the floor, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. I can’t even stand up and walk with her without looking like the outsider. The embarrassment stung more than he expected.

Rahul walked beside Anandhi with a calm, almost serene smile on his face, but inside his heart was singing with quiet, dark satisfaction. This is the first real crack. Practical life is already pushing him aside. Society, the nurses, the forms — everything is naturally choosing me. He didn’t need to fight. The world was doing it for him.

They waited in the corridor. When Anandhi’s name was called, both men stood up at the same time, bodies moving on instinct. The nurse raised her hand.
“Only patient inside.”
A moment later another nurse appeared and called, “Anandhi kooda vandthavanga vanga. (Patients Attender get in with Anandhi please)”
Both men moved forward again. The nurse immediately placed a polite but firm hand on Suriya’s arm.

“Avaru husband pogatum… neenga inga ukkarunga.” (Let her husband go… you sit here.)

Suriya froze. The words landed like a quiet slap. He slowly lowered himself back onto the bench, eyes burning with unspoken pain. Anandhi glanced back at him just once before entering the room with Rahul. The look in Suriya’s eyes — that quiet, resigned hurt — lodged itself in her heart like a thorn.

Inside the consultation room, the doctor reviewed the reports and smiled warmly at Rahul.

“Congratulations, Mr. Rahul. Your wife is pregnant. 12–14 weeks. Scans and urine results are all good. She is healthy, but today’s fainting was likely due to stress and elevated blood pressure. You need to take better care of her from now on. No more pressure or arguments. Keep her calm.”
Anandhi and Rahul exchanged a stunned glance. 12–14 weeks. The timeline hit them both like a hammer. That was the exact period when she and Suriya had been lost in their most intense, passionate affair — night after night of wild, emotional sex. Rahul had only been with her twice during that window as Jeeva. The numbers screamed the truth.

Most likely Suriya’s, Rahul thought, keeping his face perfectly neutral while a storm of jealousy and calculation raged inside him.
Anandhi’s mind spun wildly. Unplanned… and Rahul is back in my life again. Her hand trembled on her lap. What if it is Suriya’s baby? This news will complicate everything even more. Rahul has just returned, and now this… She felt a fresh wave of panic and guilt wash over her, her chest tightening until it hurt to breathe.


The doctor noticed their silence. “Hello? Both of you look lost. Is this unplanned?”
Anandhi nodded weakly, voice barely audible. “Yes.”

The doctor laughed kindly. “Most couples say the same thing. They plan for months and nothing happens, but sometimes life surprises us with an unplanned gift.”

She prescribed tablets and gave strict rest instructions. When they finally came out, Suriya was still waiting on the bench, outwardly calm but with visible disappointment and quiet pain etched across his features.

As soon as they reached him, Anandhi said softly, almost apologetically, “Suriya… I’m pregnant.”
Suriya forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Inside, happiness, confusion, and a deep, aching uncertainty warred inside him. A baby. Possibly mine. But I’m not even casually abled to get stand beside her as the father and i cant as long as Rahul is here Anandhi dont take a solid decision.

The nurse who had been nearby overheard and beamed at Rahul. “Sir, you are going to be a father again! Give us some treat, okay?”
She then glanced at Suriya and joked lightly, “This person seems to be worrying more than you. Is he a relative?”

Anandhi answered quickly, voice tight, “Yes, we are relatives.” She didn’t entertain any more casual talk. “Let’s go.”

Anandhi felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest seeing how neatly and effortlessly Suriya had been sidelined in public — the hesitation at the husband question, the nurse stopping him at the door, the congratulations going only to Rahul. Even she felt a quiet, burning ache at how Rahul had silently allowed it all to happen without a word of correction.

In the parking lot, Suriya started the engine. Rahul opened the back door, but Anandhi shook her head, her voice soft but firm.
“I’ll sit in front with Suriya.”

Rahul didn’t argue. He simply closed the door and sat in the back. Inside, he was smiling — a quiet, satisfied smile no one could see. He had seen the cue he needed. Practical life was already pushing Suriya to the side, step by step. He didn’t need to fight. The world would do it for him.
Back at home, Rahul decided the time had come for the open talk. He would lay out every practical complexity in front of both of them and gently, firmly force Anandhi to make a real decision. He would ask the questions that had no easy answers:

What will you call Suriya in front of the kids?
What will you tell the college and society when the baby is born?
How will you explain two men living in the same house while claiming only one husband?

He was ready to use every practical reality to make Suriya step back naturally — without ever looking like the villain.
The fragile peace they had found in the hospital was about to be tested again, and this time there would be no hiding from the truth.

[heygiwriter]

Is she pregnant? Please don't do that. It will completely kill the aura & vibe of the story.

My stories are always about complicated relationship and i wish to put in some practical complexties like what if?

and this is where i take a challange as a writer, compile all and still give what the audience what especially audience of Xossipy, the essence they look out for. 

Hope you would enjoy as story progress

[Mukul@99]

As an ardent fan of you, i am still hoping far an mind-boggling twist .. a master stroke.
Awaiting to see how the story unravels.

[Deepak_The_Writer]

The plot is more erotic than sex, who will Anandhi choose

[jiivawonderland]

Story is going very complicated now, but very very erotic, the hall way floor sex is best written 

It has a new high in cheating 


but any reasons why you didn't tell detail on what happen in 1 hour?  Rahul reached his room in 2 AM, she came back by 3AM?

also the love between her and Rahul is poetic in their way, she didn't show any comparison in body not ridiculing her husband but only love, its something new i witnessed

She is very selfish she wanted both men in life and doesnt want to hurt both. No Anandhi you should not do that. 

After all i feel pity for Suriya, the public humiliation in hospital he got for standing with Anandhi in her tough times, he deserves more. 

Once Suirya seemed to be villain, now Rahul looks like Villain

but the reality hits hard in last chapter, lets see how the trio answers to question of Rahu. he has a point too. 

Anandhi is handling double edge sword, she will get hurt, but which edge needs to be seen.

Your Best Story ever for me Heygi bro

[heygiwriter]

Hello author.. I just registered my account only to comment for your story.
First of all I am glad to say that you are one of the best author in this site.
Your story is not just an sex story..it has a depth of soul. There is lot of emotions which let readers to addic to the story.. and more over no author had given this kind of frequent updates.. You are the one and only author who gave like that.

THANK YOU SO MUCH 

Comments like this is only reason why i get energy and mojo to dedicate more time and post updates.

[heygiwriter]

As an ardent fan of you, i am still hoping far an mind-boggling twist .. a master stroke.
Awaiting to see how the story unravels.

Human behavior, tendencies, motives derives the twists, the story is simple , but humans are complicated lets see :) where it goes

[heygiwriter]

The plot is more erotic than sex, who will Anandhi choose

The question is not about who she choose? because she already choosed Rahul, she is just adamant and selfish to let Suriya go.

[heygiwriter]

So this is I expect

Is  She pregnant ? Or something else but !!
The ending go on open marriage concept wow great
Rahul messed both life peace in hurry

What is Surya going through is all because of Rahul fault

Anandhi love Rahul at the same time showing gratitude on Surya

So open marriage concept works here

Murali thanks for constant Support and you guessed it Right !

Yea the story moves toward open marriage but the issue is Even if Anandhi was fine with it, the mens are not ready both wanted Anandhi for themself, thats the complication now :)