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

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 81: Rahul’s Slow and Steady Plan – Taking Control


The car hummed along the road back to the villa. Anandhi rested her head against the window, eyes half-closed, one hand protectively over her stomach. Rahul sat behind her in the back seat. 

On the surface, he looks calm and concerned. Internally, his mind is racing at full speed.

Anandhi is still willing to keep two men in the same house. It’s absurd. 

I Understand, My return would have shattered Suriya’s dream, but this is my family. I gave her and the kids to him only because I thought I might disappear forever. Now I’m back — there is no necessity for him to continue.

He recalls the morning conversation where Anandhi openly said she likes Suriya too and wants to do “wifely duties” for both. It shocked him, but after watching their wild sex, it wasn’t a complete surprise — just undigestible. 

“The real issue is not Suriya. Suriya’s biggest strength is Anandhi’s willingness. I need to break that first.”

The realization hit him hard. 

As the head of this family, as her husband, it is my duty to correct things that have gone wrong. But what I am facing is not some generic problem. This is the life of three people — a complicated mess of emotional and physical feelings. My one duty now is to inject some sense into Anandhi. I have to stop her from giving hope to Suriya. I have to stop her from giving herself to him. She must behave as my wife and as a proper mother to our children.

But decision had to be made quick, today, after he reveals he had recovered his memory, delaying it would make things worse. [i]If I delay this talk, they will find ways to defend their thoughts. I must speak today itself, while they are still confused and emotional. I need to buy time — just enough time to influence Anandhi first.
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Too many things crossed his min, he decided to organize it to ride smoothly to his goal

Rahul’s jaw tightened slightly. The 12–14 week timeline was dangerous. Both Anandhi and Suriya would naturally lean toward believing the baby was Suriya’s. He could not give them even a single room to think about it, to discuss it, to bond over it.


He had been preparing for this moment for days. Ever since he returned pretending memory loss, he had researched forums on adultery laws, emotional manipulation in relationships, and real-life confessions of similar triangles. He already had a plan. He had only been waiting to feel Anandhi’s genuine love again, to confirm she would choose him. Now that she had shown him that love, he knew her feelings for Suriya were mostly guilt and temporary attachment.

She is struggling because she feels that holding on to Suriya even after my return is the only justice she can give him. I have to break that mindset today.

The car turned into their driveway. Rahul’s expression remained soft, but his mind had already mapped out the next three hours with military precision.


As soon as the car stopped, Rahul stepped out quickly and rushed inside ahead of them. The children — Rohan and Riya — were waiting anxiously, unfed and confused about why their parents had disappeared. Anandhi suddenly realized the time (almost 11 AM) and felt a sharp pang of guilt. Am I even a mother? I forgot my own children in the middle of my mess.


Suriya had the same thought, his face tightening with self-reproach.

Rahul immediately took charge. 


Rohan ran to him first. “Dad, where have you all gone? We were searching everywhere!”


Riya joined in, eyes wide with worry. “What happened to Amma?”

Rahul hugged them warmly and kissed Rohan’s cheek. “Amma fainted, da. We took her to the hospital.” Then, with a gentle smile, he announced, “But there’s good news — we are soon going to have a new little brother or sister to play with you two!”

The children jumped with joy, their worries forgotten in an instant. Anandhi stood stunned in the doorway. She had completely forgotten about the kids in the chaos of the morning. Am I even a mother? A sharp wave of guilt pierced her.


He spoke as if he could read their guilt: “It’s okay. No one is at fault. We were all worried and lost ourselves when she fainted. The pregnancy news shocked everyone.” Suriya and Anandhi could not meet his eyes. 

He turned to Suriya with a calm, reasonable tone. “Suriya, can you please go to the hotel and get some food for all of us? Anandhi needs complete rest. Let her sleep for a while. We can talk about everything properly after three hours.”

Suriya nodded and left without argument. Anandhi offered to help get the kids ready for college, but Rahul gently stopped her. “You are carrying one more person now. I will never allow you even the slightest stress.” He said it loud enough for Suriya to hear before he drove off.
Anandhi looked at the children with lingering guilt. Rahul comforted her softly, “Don’t feel guilty about forgetting them. Even I did. It’s the situation.”

While Suriya was gone, Rahul took the children to bathe and get ready. Ten minutes later Suriya returned with food. By then Anandhi had been sent to rest in the bedroom. Rahul fed the kids himself, asked Suriya to fill their lunch boxes, and then rushed them into the car.


“Drop them at college and meet the principal. Explain why they were late.
Suriya said, its already half a day went, should we send them to college?

Rahul said No, dont encourage this.. 
We should not encourage leaves — kids will find reasons to skip college if we keep entertaining it.”

Suriya looked at him, he should have said the same, he looked a better father?!! Did i been too lenient with kids?, Rahul enjoyed his internal conflict, he can hear his inner voice, he exactly needed that, that eyes of Suriya said anything, he had been right all along, he treated them as his own kids, but when real father returns and when i was too strict, i looked better..  he put his head down and drove off with the children.

Rahul knows this is exactly he gonna do today, push t hem to guilt, make them question themselve if they were right and split them. 

Rahul knows he didn't not send kids college not because of the care, he buys time, he will utilize this time when Suriya is away to fed some thoughts in Anandhi, he also doesn't want Kids to hear any of adult talks. 

The moment the car disappeared down the driveway, Rahul’s calm mask cracked into a small, satisfied smirk. He had bought himself atleast three hours alone with Anandhi.

He walked back inside, closed the door softly, and stood for a moment in the silent hall. His mind was clear and focused.
Today, after three hours, when we sit down to talk, Anandhi will be on my side. I have the time. I have the leverage. Now I just need to feed her the right thoughts, slowly and carefully and i need to inject some lies about pregnancy her health. all for my family. 

He moved toward the bedroom where Anandhi was resting. 



The real conversation — the one that would reshape their future — was about to begin.

[Vineeth412]

I agree with parthibajeeva analysis here and I support Rahul anandi as well. Personally, I wouldn't like anandhi to choose surya because here Rahul is not a bad husband or a wimp cuck. I wouldn't prefer him turning into a cuckold. He only wished for her happiness and tried to push her to live with surya as he might die soon. But now that he is back, no man would want to see his wife with another man. I really love this story and the way you're taking it. Like I wrote previously, feels like a suspense thriller. And for your poll, team Rahul anandhi. Thanks for the updates.

[DasuLucky]

Bring Suriya's Wife and Child Back through Rahul..

[Deepak_The_Writer]

We all know whose child Anandhi is carrying(suriya), If the writer wants to take his side in rahul let him but before that, if rahul wants suriya to leave let suriya make conditions like these ( like a secret deal )
1. Surya can marry Anandhi for sake of his mental happiness
2. Suriya wantedly fucks Anandhi in front of rahul
Even though suriya has more lust compared to love , he atleast deserves a ending like this..

[Mukul@99]

I hope not. Because that would be the same as what Vikram did with Mirna. The emotional bond is completely on a different level of what Anandhi .. Rahul & Suriya carry.

[Parthibajeeva]

We all know whose child Anandhi is carrying(suriya), If the writer wants to take his side in rahul let him but before that, if rahul wants suriya to leave let suriya make conditions like these ( like a secret deal )
1. Surya can marry Anandhi for sake of his mental happiness
2. Suriya wantedly fucks Anandhi in front of rahul
Even though suriya has more lust compared to love , he atleast deserves a ending like this..

It must not be like that bro.. if it does then it's just another cuckold story.. This author's story always have kept a painful and a beautiful and peaceful to our heart.. because it's has soul.. that's where he always wins our heart.. it should be either Rahu or surya.. it will be Anandhi S choice.. not the both male..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 82: Rahul Feeds Anandhi both idli and his intention.

Rahul quietly entered the bedroom carrying a small plate with two soft, steaming idlis and a bowl of mild sambar. The gentle aroma filled the room. Anandhi was lying on her side, still resting, but her eyes opened when she heard his footsteps.

He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled tenderly.

“Come, sit up a little,” he said softly, sliding one arm behind her back to help her rise. Anandhi obeyed, leaning against the headboard. Her body felt heavy from the morning’s events and the pregnancy.

Rahul dipped a small piece of idli in the sambar and brought it close to her lips.
“Eat,” he said gently. “You need strength now. For yourself… and for the baby.”

Anandhi looked at the plate, then at him. “Why did you bring it here? I would have come to the dining room.”

Rahul shook his head with a soft smile. “No. You are tired. And ever since I got my memory back, the first mistake I made was confronting and trying to make things right immediately. I should have spent some time with you first… spoken with you… and only then should have decided what is right.”

He brought the piece closer to her mouth.

“Right now, I’m trying to correct things. The first step is speaking openly with you. 
But before that, I need to feed you. You need strength.. Eat now.”

Anandhi gave a small, teary smile. 
Her eyes looked back at him — calm, loving, and vulnerable — so different from the fierce Rahul she had seen in the morning.

She opened her mouth. As she chewed the first bite, Rahul continued speaking in a calm, steady voice, already preparing the next piece.

“I’m so happy to see you as a mother again,” he said, his eyes warm. “It reminds me of our old days… before Rohan and Riya were born. We had that small, messy room. I used to cook tasteless food when you were weak. Now… I’ve got another opportunity to treat you better.”
He laughed lightly at his own joke. “This time I will cook some tasty food.”

Anandhi smiled a little through her tears.
Rahul continued feeding her another piece before she could respond.
“This feels like a rebirth for both of us.”

Anandhi swallowed, wanting to speak, but Rahul was already bringing the next bite to her lips.



“You know…what im going tell may shock you or give you pain.. 

I got my memories back gradually,” he continued smoothly. 

But this is not something we can be happy about because it was in bits and pieces and it confused me a lot. 

The bits and pieces gave me so much fear. They actually questioned the very base of our relationship… loyalty and trust. 

Deep down, I had so many insecurities. 

But i trusted our love, i thing there must be a reason behind every bit of my memory, i trusted you and i never be wrong. 

I waited patiently until they returned fully. But that was not enough, i had witnessed something recently, it pulled me down further.. 

Only after making love with you last night did everything become clear again.”



He fed her another small bite, giving her almost no room to reply.

“A few weeks back, some memory came back, I remembered something painful,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. 

“In my Memory i remember you and Suriya having sex… through the keyhole. I was confused. I was in so much pain. I thought you were cheating behind my back.”

Anandhi’s eyes widened. She tried to speak, but Rahul gently placed the next piece of idli against her lips, forcing her to chew instead.

“I didn’t understand why I just watched instead of confronting you or break the door to stop you..” I feared did i become some cuckold husband who lends his wife for cheap thrill??? he went on.

He wiped a tiny drop of sambar from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

“Don’t panic. I now know the reason why all this happened. But imagine… how i must have felt to have only memories of the past, not the recent ones, and suddenly remember bits and pieces — one of them being you having sex with someone while I just watched from outside the room through the keyhole and worst of all i mastrubated then.”

I questioned myself, i questioned you, i could not reason what could have happened between us. 


Anandhi looked into his eyes. She chewed slowly, struggling to swallow the food. She reached out and held his hand tightly, acknowledging his pain without words.




“Today morning when we spoke, I mentioned I had seen you two having wild sex on the floor. It happened in the present. You carefully covered it from me. You didn’t even ask how I knew.”




Anandhi’s heart started pounding. She hadn’t fully registered it in the morning. She thought he mentioned about her sex with Suriya in the past, she assumed, he was mentioning about the time when he was with her as Jeeva. She missed the key word "sex in floor". She swallowed quickly, trying to speak, but Rahul was already feeding her again, his movements slow and caring on the surface.




“Wait, don’t panic, let me finish” he said.

 “A few weeks back, i  said about I remembered you and Suriya having sex while I watched through the keyhole right?.. That memory came first. I was confused. I feared to question without knowing the full story. This one happened, the floor sex, a few days later, I woke up in the middle of the night and found you missing. I searched for you and went upstairs. I saw you and Suriya having sex on the floor…”



Anandhi froze mid-chew. Her eyes filled with shock and guilt.



“You know what?” Rahul said softly, wiping a tiny drop of sambar from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. “After the experiment, scenes like that would instantly make me hard and and i have an urge to cum, i need to masturbate to release it else it would pain like anything... It was powerful. My semen splashed on the floor outside the room. I couldn’t control it.  I actually mastrubated on watching you and him, not for the thrill or liking it, its an after effect of Experiment. 

That’s when I remembered — it must have been because of my medical condition. The keyhole episodes… I must have masturbated to ease the pain. It worked. Only then did I realize it wasn’t some cheap thrill or that I was a voyeur or cuckold. It had medical reasons. Only then did I calm down.”


He fed her the last piece of the first idli, his eyes never leaving hers.

“But im not sure why did you choose him for sex? and why i stayed quiet in the past.. I didn’t know. I thought maybe my body — now or then — wasn’t fit enough for you. That’s why the insecurities came. That’s why I started going to the gym.”

Anandhi finally managed to swallow and opened her mouth to speak, but Rahul was already bringing the second idli closer.


“I was surprised by your support later,” he continued without pause. “I realized you didn’t hate me or look down on me. You didn’t act like you had stopped loving me. I yearned for you to be attentive to me, to shower me with love. But the moment I saw you interested in having sex with me — irrespective of my shape or looks — I realized we truly loved each other.”



He fed her slowly, piece by piece, his voice steady and intimate.


“I don’t know if you’ll believe me… but I regained most of my memory only when we had sex yesterday night. While we made love, the pieces came back to me. As soon as I got my memories back, I decided I couldn’t appreciate the situation anymore. I know the truth. Due to the experiment failure, I tried pushing you toward him. Now that I’m back, I think I should not do that. I needed to stop you from being with him. I needed to do my duty properly — as a father and as a husband.”



Anandhi sat there, chewing mechanically, her eyes wide with shock and a thousand unspoken questions. Rahul continued feeding her the second idli, not giving her any real space to interrupt.

The weight of his revelations hung heavy in the quiet room. 
She could only listen.

But this is just a start of his manipulating/influencing her mind. 

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 83: The Weight of Choices



Anandhi sat motionless on the bed, her back resting against the headboard. Every word Rahul spoke landed on her chest like a stone. She could feel the pain behind his calm tone, the quiet storm he was trying to contain. His voice didn’t shake, yet she sensed the depth of his mental agony. She wanted to interrupt, to explain, to defend herself and Suriya, but something stopped her.

Rahul wasn’t speaking in anger. He was speaking from a place of raw honesty, laying bare his heart without raising his voice. His calmness unnerved her more than any outburst would have. She realised he had already thought this through—perhaps for days. So she decided to listen. For once, she owed him that much.

Rahul paused when he noticed the plate in her lap was empty. He rose from the bed without a word and walked towards the kitchen.
“Rahul, wait,” Anandhi called softly. “I’m full. Two idlis are enough.”

He turned back, a gentle smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No. You need to eat more. For the baby.”

Before she could protest, he returned with two more steaming idlis, generously drizzled with chutney and a spoonful of sambar. He sat beside her again, tore a piece, and brought it to her lips.

Anandhi opened her mouth obediently, but her eyes never left his face. She understood now. This feeding wasn’t just care—it was strategy. By keeping her mouth occupied, he ensured she couldn’t interrupt or argue. He wanted her to listen, fully and without resistance. And strangely, she didn’t mind. This was the Rahul she had always known—thoughtful, calculated, and deeply protective of what he considered his.
When she finished the last bite, Rahul quickly set the plate aside. He leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, then caught both her hands in his, holding them firmly yet gently.

“Listen to me carefully, Anandhi,” he said, his voice low and steady. “What I’m about to tell you is not coming from possessiveness, jealousy, or ego. I’m not speaking as a husband who feels threatened. I’ve thought about this deeply. I’ve analysed every angle. This is coming from me as the head of this family—from someone who wants what’s truly best for the three of us… and for the children.”

Anandhi nodded, her full attention on him, her fingers tightening around his.

“In the morning, when I said I won’t share you with Suriya, that was purely from my heart as your husband. But what I’m saying now is different. It’s from the perspective of our future as a family. We chose this life together—against our parents, against society. We don’t have the luxury of breaking it apart ourselves just because we feel guilty or grateful.”

He took a slow breath before continuing.

“We are happy in our marriage, Anandhi. We still are. But we’re trying to force someone else into this sacred space only because we made a hasty decision in the past. Let’s not ruin what we have built by trying to fix someone else’s pain at the cost of our own peace.”
Anandhi remained silent, absorbing every word.

Rahul leaned closer. “Let’s analyse the possibilities honestly, without emotion for a moment.”


First Case - Me or Suriya, we are not ready to Share you..

“First possibility: Suriya lives with us as your second husband. Practically, I cannot accept that. I would have to move out. Tell me, will you be okay with that?”

Anandhi’s eyes widened. “No,” she whispered immediately.

Rahul gave a small nod. “Exactly. And in the first place, would Suriya have ever entertained the idea of sharing you with me?”
Anandhi looked down. “No… he also didn’t want to share me with anyone.”

“It means both of us want full ownership of you,” We dont consent to let other man have a share of the wife. 

So its going to be only one of us. One of us have to sacrifice. 

Second Case: If one of us has to sacrifice- Lets say i'm moving out 

Now, let’s say I take the blame. I move out because it was me who pushed you towards him. What happens to the kids then? Who will they call ‘Dad’? They’ve been calling Suriya ‘uncle’ all this time. Suddenly he becomes ‘Papa’? Won’t they feel confused? Won’t they feel odd? And what about me? I’m still alive, still present. How will the children process that their mother is living with another man while their real father is somewhere else?”

Anandhi had no answer. Her throat felt tight.
Rahul continued, his grip on her hands never loosening.

Third Case: If one of us has to sacrifice- Lets say Suriya moving out 

Everything Remains Same, We need not bother about anything, but we will have a pain, pain of letting one suffer, pain of giving hope and snatching it back. 


Anandhi Opened her mouth, i didnt want that, 
Rahul said i know, even i would feel a pain.

I'm just trying to analyze what if will happen. 

Now Next case, you are feeling Suriya is broken, and we must take responsibility 

Fourth Case: Lets say, looking you suffering because of it. I decided to let Suriya to be around you. 


Like We are Still married and I allow Suriya to be with you physically/emotionally, but I remain the family head and your legal husband. We all saw what happened at the hospital today. He was sidelined completely. He has no legal standing. Whatever happens between you two will be confined to these four walls. Outside, you will have to act as my wife. He will never be able to openly claim you. He will keep facing humiliation like he did today. Are you ready to put him through that pain every single day?”

Anandhi said: No, it would look cruel, in the morning i decided to sit with him, because i saw how he was pushed in hospital.. 

Rahul said yea he would face many of that.. 

He paused, letting the words sink in.

Fifth Case:  Lets say, i even lower level a bit, just to make Suriya get some respect , so i dont have other option other than divorcing you 

and let him get married to you. But Then I will become the outsider. The world will ridicule me. The kids will see me as a failed man. Some will even call me… worse names like a cuck. Are you ready to see me like that, Anandhi? 


Anandhi instantly said No....


Rahul after a silence said, I know you don’t love Suriya the way you love me. You want me for love. You want him out of guilt and gratitude. Your heart is divided, but not equally.”

Im here just to pass some sense in you, make right from wrong. 

Tears welled up in Anandhi’s eyes as the complexities and future consequences finally hit her with full force. She hadn’t allowed herself to think this far.

Anandhi Asked:“Then what should we do about him? I hurt him. I gave him hope. I made promises on your behalf. 


Rahul inetruppted her: But we cannot destroy three lives to correct one mistake. He still has a future. He may feel cheated now. He may feel broken. But he has to move on. If he stays stuck with us, he will lose himself completely. Let him blame us. At least he will survive.”

Anandhi finally spoke, her voice trembling. “You want me to cut off the relationship abruptly? not even a friendship”

“I didn’t say that,” Rahul replied calmly. “We cannot be cruel. Let him stay here as long as he needs as a friend with a clear boundary. But eventually, he has to move out. This cannot continue forever.”

Anandhi hesitated. “He cannot just move out like that. This house… it’s not rented. It’s ours—mine and his. We purchased it together. It’s in both our names.”

Rahul froze, clearly shocked. “What? This is your own house? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Anandhi looked at him with a mixture of guilt and exhaustion. “From the day you returned, you were struggling with your memory. I was waiting for you to get better. It was Suriya’s savings. He sold his bike, a piece of land, and we could not arrange rest of amount, He even gave the lease of his gym to someone for additional money, its huge, right now he has no business, he just get a minimal share from leased GYM. That money, plus what you had transferred before you disappeared… we used everything to buy this place.” 

This house has both sweat and tears of both of us, he is actually trying to start a new business, he don't have enough money to start what he wanted to start.

If you want him to move out we need to figure out and settle him the money. 

Rahul went silent for a long moment, processing the information. Then, unexpectedly, a thoughtful look crossed his face.
Actually… this might be better than I thought.

If he forced Suriya out immediately, the man would only try to reconnect with Anandhi secretly. And Anandhi, with her soft heart, would sympathise with him for being “kicked out.” But if Suriya stayed under the same roof, at least Rahul could keep an eye on things.
Still, constant proximity was dangerous. Especially if Anandhi ever felt weak or emotional.

A plan began forming in Rahul’s mind—sharp, strategic, and practical.



Plan 1: Let him Stay, I can watch him closer
Plan 2: But I need to do something like he always have to be in distant, for business or something. 

Why not make him a business partner and let me give him loads of work, like he has to stay in distant, again its similar to what once Suriya did to him, Suriya used to send Rahul (then Jeeva) to Gym, while he was looking after accounts, Suriya used to take Anandhi from college for lunch date, one instance, he even know took Anandhi for a full day sex at home, while loading him with account works at Gym.

He is not revening anything, but situations naturally comes. 

He looked back at Anandhi, his expression softening again.

“I’m not asking him to move out tomorrow. Let him stay for now. But i have an idea or proposal. instead of just returning his money, I will offer him something bigger—a business proposal. A new venture where he gets a major share. It will require him to travel frequently. Even i dont have money, but i can get help from Madhavan doctor. 

This way, he will feel we still value him and offers him a friendship.  We wont feel guilt as he gradually withdrew from us. May be i will give him big share, In one or two years, once he’s settled and earning well, he can buy his own place and move out. This way, there will be a natural distance. You won’t feel burdened, and slowly… the emotional attachment will fade.”


Anandhi’s shoulders relaxed slightly. At least Rahul wasn’t being heartless. He was trying to find a practical solution that didn’t completely destroy Suriya.

But Rahul wasn’t done.
“I hope you’re with me on this, Anandhi,” he said seriously. “We need to present a united front this evening when we speak to him.”


“I am on your side,” she replied quietly, 
“but… what if this baby is his?”

Rahul let out a soft laugh, though there was no mockery in it. He gently placed his hand on her belly.
“As long as I am your husband, the baby in your womb is mine. When Suriya was ready to raise my children as his own, why wouldn’t I do the same? I won’t even try to find out whose baby it is. For me, it’s our baby. I cannot differentiate. But Suriya might. He may treat this child specially and sideline mine. I’m not complaining—I’m just being realistic.”

He continued, “Still, I won’t deny him access to any of the children. That’s not fair.”

Anandhi nodded, though reluctance still lingered in her eyes.

Rahul asked what it still bothers you?

Anandhi said, it would hurt him, if his baby is growing with us and you are referred to as father. 

Rahul said, lets first clear the base issue, it may take another 6-7 months to verify whom the real father of baby, im not interested in knowing it, if he wants let him do with your consent. We will figure out that time. Until then lets clear the boundary first and start living a life respectable.

Rahul squeezed her hands. “One more request. When we speak to him this evening, tell him you’ve been feeling weak lately. That the doctor advised complete peace and no stress. No fights. No emotional drama. He cares about you deeply. The only way he will step back without creating a scene is if he believes your health and the baby’s safety are at risk.”

Anandhi looked at him, slightly surprised. “But I’m perfectly healthy…”

“I know,” Rahul said gently. “But this is the kindest way to help him accept reality. He won’t fight if he thinks you need calm. He will try to understand. He may even convince himself to move on for your sake.”

Anandhi remained quiet for a long moment, then finally nodded.
“Alright.”

Rahul searched her face one last time.

“And when the three of us sit together this evening… no emotional drama. Be firm. Tell him that for the sake of the children, for the sake of everyone’s future, you have chosen to stay with me. Only me. Can you do that?”

and its better you begin all the talks, let him feel it was your choice, it coming from your heart. 

Anandhi took a deep breath, her eyes glistening, but her voice came out steady.
“I can.”

Rahul pulled her into his arms and held her close, his chin resting on her head.
For the first time since the morning, a faint sense of relief washed over him.

Rahul looked at the watch it was 12.10 PM. Its time let me cook something.. 


The conversation with Suriya evening would be game changer, that put everyone in their place.. as Rahul wanted. 

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 84: The Painful Decision


The evening light had softened into a warm golden hue by the time the three of them gathered in the living room. The children were already asleep after an exhausting day. The house felt unusually quiet, as if it too was holding its breath for what was about to unfold.

Anandhi sat on the sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Rahul sat beside her, calm and composed, offering silent support. Suriya sat opposite them, his posture straight but his eyes already carrying the weight of suspicion.

Anandhi took a deep breath. Her voice came out soft, almost fragile.

“Suriya… before we talk about anything else, I need to tell you something important.”
She paused, her fingers trembling slightly. Rahul had coached her well, but the words still felt heavy on her tongue.

“The doctor said my health is weak right now. My blood pressure is elevated, and any stress or emotional turmoil could lead to complications — for me and for the baby. She strictly advised complete rest and peace. No fights. No heavy conversations. I have to stay calm at all costs.”

Suriya’s face tightened with concern. He leaned forward instinctively. “Then why are we having this talk right now? If it’s bad for your health—”

Anandhi raised her hand gently, stopping him. Her eyes were already glistening with tears.

“Because I can’t delay it anymore. I’ve taken a solid decision… and it’s painful. Very painful.”

She looked at Suriya directly, her voice cracking as she spoke the words she had rehearsed with Rahul.

“Suriya… I have decided to stay with Rahul as his wife. Only his wife. I cannot continue the way we were. Not anymore.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Suriya stared at her, his face slowly draining of colour. The words hit him like a physical blow. He had expected hesitation, maybe even tears, but not this — not such a clear, final rejection.

Anandhi continued, her voice trembling but determined, repeating almost verbatim what Rahul had told her earlier.

“I know this will hurt you. I know I gave you hope. I know I promised things. I know you stood by me when no one else could. I will never forget that. But we cannot destroy three lives just to correct one mistake. The children need stability. Society will ask questions. The baby needs a clear family. And… I cannot keep putting you through the humiliation you faced today at the hospital.”

She grabbed every point Rahul had given her and delivered them with genuine emotion, as if they were coming from her own heart.

“If we try to live as three… it won’t work. You will be sidelined everywhere. You won’t be able to openly claim me or the children. You will keep facing the same treatment you faced today — again and again. I cannot do that to you. It would be cruel.”
Suriya’s hands clenched into fists on his knees. His eyes were red, his jaw tight. He looked broken.

Anandhi’s tears finally spilled over.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for hurting you. I gave you false hope of marriage. I made you dream of a life together. But now Rahul is back. He is my husband. This is the morally right decision for the children, for the baby, and for all of us.”


Rahul sat silently beside her, his expression one of quiet support. He reached out and gently placed a hand on Anandhi’s shoulder, as if offering comfort. On the inside, he was satisfied — she was delivering every line perfectly.
Suriya finally spoke, his voice hoarse and strained.
“So… that’s it? After everything… you’re just cutting me off?”
Anandhi shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I’m not cutting you off, I'm just telling you what is right for the family. .


Suriya asked: You said you want me too in life, what happened to that now? Did Rahul say anything  to you to stop me having you?


He is one reason why we are like this, see if he says he doesnt want to share you its a lie. 


“Anandhi… I know Rahul is acting. He never really lost his memory. I figured it out. I saw the evidence — he masturbated while watching us have sex on the floor. He was there, outside in the staircase I saw his leaks.. He knew everything.”

Anandhi’s breath caught. She looked at Rahul for a split second, then back at Suriya.
“I know,” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the tears. “I know he had bits and pieces of memory. It mentally tortured him. Because of his trust in me, he stayed calm and waited. I need to honor that trust. And about masturbation… I know it’s because of the experiment. Sexual thoughts come to him abnormally now. I can understand him.”


Suriya’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t backing down easily.

“I’m not complaining about him,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “I wanted to convey that Rahul may act outside that he doesn't want it, inside he jerks on us. Talk with him privately he will tell the truth. He has no issues like I'm your sexual partner atleast if not a husband. See I'm okay with any decision.… as long as I can also be part of your life. I don’t want to take everything away from him. I just want to be with you too.”


Anandhi asked, you consider me only for Sex?!

Suriya was broken.. He never expected this. Not even Rahul, this was a blow. 


“NO!” he shouted, his voice cracking. “You didn’t understand me at all. Sex has always been my love language with you. That’s why I said that. But have I ever mistreated you in the past months? Haven’t I been a good father and a good husband to you and the children? How could you reduce me to just that?”


Anandhi shook her head firmly, more tears slipping down her cheeks.

“No, Suriya. I just wanted to know your real priority. I thought you would understand my mental and physical health right now. I cannot do this. I cannot have two husbands. It’s not fair to anyone—not to Rahul, not to the children, not to you, and not to the baby. We have to choose one clear path.”


We have to part ways!
Suriya’s eyes flashed with pain.

He asked, "Are you asking to move out right away?" 

“I cannot just move out like that. This house has my money too. I invested everything I had. I have no business left — I leased my gym, sold what I could. This place was supposed to be our home.” 

Im not cornering you financially, im just telling im broken too mentally and financially in invested all in the house, thinking this will be our future. 

Anandhi spoke, Suriya, I'm not asking you to move out, I just say we need to part ways, not physically, it's emotionally, but I know this is your house too. But I'm willing to buy this.. Irrespective of ownership You can stay here as long as you need. You are still family to the children. But the romantic part… the physical part… it has to stop. We have to withdraw gradually. For everyone’s sake.”


“We will return your money… or compensate you in any other way. We won’t leave you stranded.”

Rahul, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. His tone was calm, measured, and perfectly reasonable.


“Suriya, I honestly had no idea this was coming. I’m surprised how quickly Anandhi reached this decision in one day. Maybe the doctor’s words affected her deeply. A few hours ago, she wasn’t ready to give up on you at all. But if this is what she truly wants, we should respect it.”

He paused, then continued with calculated warmth.

“Even though I feel I wronged you, you are still family to me. I wanted full ownership of Anandhi—just like you did—but I never hated you. I will always be thankful for what you did for her and the children when I was gone.”


“Suriya, I understand how difficult this is. I was the one who pushed Anandhi toward you in the first place. I take responsibility for that. But I agree with what Anandhi tells now,  we cannot keep complicating things any further.”

He paused, then continued with calculated generosity.

“Instead of simply returning your money, I have a better proposal. Let’s start a joint business together. You will take the major share. I will arrange the initial investment. This way, you remain connected to the family, but you can build a strong, independent future. In one or two years, once you’re settled and earning well, you can buy your own place and move out comfortably. There will be no sudden break. We can all move forward with dignity.”

Suriya sat there, staring at the floor. His world had crumbled in the span of a few minutes. The woman he loved had just chosen her past man in front of him. The house he had poured his savings into was no longer his future. Even the baby he suspected might be his was being claimed by someone else.

Yet he didn’t explode. The constant reminder of Anandhi’s “weak health” kept his anger in check. He simply nodded slowly, his voice barely audible.

Suriya stared at Rahul for a long moment, suspicion and hurt evident in his eyes.
Then came his final weapon. His voice dropped low, almost dangerous.
“And what if the child is mine?”

“You know what? I already have no access to my first child. If this baby is mine too, and I’m not even Anandhi's husband… it will destroy me. Again, I’ll be in a position where I cannot openly claim my own child.”

The room went deathly silent.

Anandhi’s heart clenched. She took a deep breath and answered as Rahul had instructed.
“We will figure that out when the baby is born. But right now, as mature adults, we need clear clarity. I cannot continue this way. The children need stability. I need peace. We all need to move forward with respect.”

Both Rahul and I wont restrict you on kids. 


Suriya didn’t want to give up on Anandhi. But with no support from the very woman who had once promised to marry him, and strangely finding some support from the man he wanted to hate, he saw the business proposal as the only thread that could keep him connected to her life.

He simply nodded slowly, his voice barely audible.
“If that’s what you both want… then I will accept it.”


Anandhi’s heart ached at the sight of his broken expression. She wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but she stopped herself. Rahul’s hand on her shoulder was a silent reminder.

Suriya asked, "What business do you want to join with me?" 
Rahul said i will discuss with you soon. 

But right now, lets keep things straight, 

Rahul and Anandhi are husband and wife, we have three kids, you are my friend, and a business mate, nothing else, you and her share no relationship. 

Suriya kept his face idle and asked what about the kid. 
Let's decide on that when the baby is born. 


I cannot withdraw from a relationship just like that, what if the baby was mine, i wanted to take care of Anandhi, whenever i have an opportunity, at-least for the baby.


Rahul wanted to tell no. 

Anandhi placed her hand over Rahul’s, stopping him from saying anything harsher. She spoke gently, “We will always be good friends, Suriya. You can be there for the children… but the moment I feel the boundary is crossing, it will only put all of us in more pain. Let’s depart emotionally and keep the good memories.”

Suriya gave one final nod. He didn’t say another word. He simply stood up and walked towards his room, his shoulders heavy with defeat.
The moment his door closed, Anandhi collapsed against Rahul, crying uncontrollably. Sobs wracked her body as the weight of what she had just done hit her fully.

Rahul held her quietly for a moment, then slowly let her go and left her alone in the living room, giving her the space to grieve.
As he walked away, a quiet sense of victory settled in his chest.

His plan had worked.

[sunilserene]

Wow simbly marvelous

[Parthibajeeva]

Felt pity for surya.. that's what the reality does..he should consider what if he was Rahul's possision what will he do?? What if his wife and child came back and ask him to come with them what will he do??he can't deny them.. that's the reality.. it's hard for him to digest..
When Rahul ask Anandhi is she want him to walk away she immediately respond with no . That's the love..
When rahul say that surya had to walk out she felt hard to reject but didn't say no.. that's she has some feelings and guilty.. there is not deep love.. That's the reality..
You author kept it rock solid man.. keep it up..

[sat200322]

Will be interesting to see how Suriya is going to react, he will not keep silent on this. Looking forward to some spicy moments of all three witnessing each other with love, jealousy, lust and all sort of emotions
The story has taken good shape though, looking forward to more!!

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 85: Fractured Silence


Suriya stepped into his room and closed the door behind him with a soft click that sounded louder than it should have. The moment the latch caught, the dam broke.
He stood frozen in the middle of the room, chest heaving. Then, with a low, guttural sound, he slammed his fist against the wall. The pain in his knuckles was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him.

He replayed every word Anandhi had spoken.
“I have decided to stay with Rahul as his wife. Only his wife.”

The sentence kept looping in his mind like a cruel echo. She had said it so clearly, so finally. No hesitation. No room for negotiation. After months of promises, after he had given up everything—his gym, his savings, his pride—she had chosen Rahul in front of him. The humiliation burned hotter than any physical wound.

He paced the small room like a caged animal, fists clenched, breathing ragged.
“How could she?” he whispered bitterly. “After everything… she just sat there and chose him. Like I was nothing. Like the last few months meant nothing.”

Anger and disappointment clashed violently inside him. He wanted to shout, to break something, to storm back into the living room and demand answers. But the image of Anandhi’s tear-streaked face and her words about her weak health kept him rooted. He couldn’t risk hurting her or the baby. Not even now.
Yet the pain refused to stay quiet.

He sank onto the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. Betrayal tasted bitter on his tongue. The woman he had loved, protected, and cared for like a husband had pushed him aside the moment her original husband returned. And the worst part? She had done it while hiding behind “health” and “children’s future.”

But even in his anger, a small, desperate part of him refused to let go completely.
The business proposal.

That was the only thread still connecting him to this house, to Anandhi, to the children… possibly even to the baby growing inside her. If he walked away now, he would lose everything. If he stayed as a “business partner,” at least he could remain close. At least he could watch over her from a distance. At least he wouldn’t vanish from her life overnight.

“I’ll take it,” he muttered to himself, voice hoarse. “I’ll take whatever scraps they throw at me… for now.”

---

In the master bedroom, Rahul lay on his back, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above him. Anandhi had cried herself to sleep beside him, her breathing still uneven from exhaustion and guilt. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, but his mind was elsewhere.
This was not enough.

Anandhi had delivered the decision perfectly, but Suriya had not broken completely. He had accepted the situation too quietly. Rahul knew men like Suriya—proud, stubborn, deeply attached. As long as he lived under the same roof and had even the slightest hope of staying close to Anandhi, he would keep trying. One weak moment from Anandhi, one emotional night, and everything could unravel again.

Rahul needed Suriya to choose to leave on his own. He needed to create a situation where Suriya felt it was better—more dignified—to walk away.
He quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Anandhi, and moved to the small study corner in the room. Picking up his phone, he dialled a number he hadn’t called in a long time.

Dr. Madhavan answered on the third ring, his voice alert despite the late hour.
“Rahul? Everything alright?”

“I need your help, Doctor,” Rahul said, keeping his voice low. “I need ideas for a new business. Something scalable, something that requires frequent travel and on-ground management. Preferably in a different city or multiple cities. I want to bring in a partner—someone who will take the major operational responsibility.”

He paused, then continued with clear intent.

“I’m ready to invest around 20 lakhs of my own money, and I’ll need help arranging a bank loan for the rest. I want your guidance on what kind of venture would work best—logistics, distribution, franchise setup, anything that keeps the partner busy and travelling most of the time.”

Dr. Madhavan listened carefully, asking a few sharp questions.
First question was where do you have that much money
Rahulk laughed My mentor Madhavan has, rest i will take loan i wont burden him. 
Madhavan said what are you taking to much advantage of me?
Rahul said no, after all you made crores in 100's showing my experimentation, im your prime model right. I know few celebrities already paid in crores this is nothing before that. 

Madhavan said okay let me pay it for you. 

After a few minutes, he promised to think through viable options and get back to Rahul with concrete suggestions within a day or two.
Rahul ended the call and leaned back in the chair, his mind already racing ahead.

He would structure the business in such a way that Suriya would be on the road constantly—meeting suppliers, handling operations in different states, expanding territories. The more successful it became, the more Suriya would be pulled away from home. In a year or two, once the business was stable and Suriya had tasted financial independence, he could naturally move out and build his own life.

Distance would do the rest. Time and distance would slowly dilute Anandhi’s guilt and Suriya’s hope.
A faint, satisfied smile touched Rahul’s lips as he switched off the study light.
His plan was falling into place.

---

Later that night, the house remained wrapped in heavy silence.

Anandhi woke up with a parched throat. The crying had left her dehydrated. She quietly slipped out of bed and padded towards the kitchen for a glass of water, trying not to make any noise.

As she reached the kitchen, she saw Suriya standing near the refrigerator, drinking water straight from a bottle. He looked exhausted, eyes swollen, shoulders slumped.
Their eyes met in the dim night light.

For a moment, Suriya’s face softened. He opened his mouth, clearly wanting to speak—maybe to ask how she was feeling, maybe to plead one last time.
Anandhi’s heart clenched, but she remembered Rahul’s words. She could not give him any opening. Any conversation now would only complicate things further.

She filled her glass quickly, keeping her gaze lowered. Without saying a single word, she turned and walked back towards the bedroom, her steps steady despite the ache in her chest.
Suriya watched her go. His hand tightened around the bottle, but he didn’t call out. He didn’t follow. He simply stood there in the dark kitchen, respecting the boundary she had drawn.

As Anandhi closed the bedroom door behind her, fresh tears slipped down her cheeks.
In his room, Suriya leaned against the wall, closing his eyes.
The night felt unbearably long.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 86: The Long Silence


The following week dragged on like a slow wound that refused to heal.

Rahul noticed everything. Anandhi had begun avoiding him—not in an obvious way, but the warmth that usually lingered between them had dimmed. Their conversations had become short, functional, and painfully polite. She answered when spoken to, but never initiated. Her eyes rarely met his for more than a few seconds. The easy intimacy they once shared felt buried under layers of guilt and unspoken regret.

Suriya, on the other hand, wore his pain openly, even if he tried to hide it. His face remained tight, his smiles forced, especially around the children. The only person who seemed untouched by the heavy atmosphere was little Rohan. Every evening, the boy would run to Suriya''s side, demanding to play cricket in the small backyard or watch cartoons together. Those moments became Suriya’s only source of genuine relief and joy amid the growing tension.

To keep up appearances, Rahul made it a point to stay visibly attentive toward Anandhi. He would bring her water, ask about her health, gently rub her feet in the evenings, and speak to her with exaggerated care—especially when Suriya was around. The subtle message was clear: She is mine to protect now.

As expected, Suriya stepped up with the children without complaint. He bathed them in the mornings, helped them change into fresh clothes, dropped them at college, and picked them up in the evenings. He remained the same loving “uncle” on the surface, never letting his inner turmoil affect the kids. But outside the house, things were changing. Suriya began going out more often—meeting old friends from his gym circle, discussing ideas, and slowly laying the groundwork for restarting his own fitness-related business.

Deep down, he had already made a quiet decision: he would nod along to Rahul’s joint business proposal for now, but he would not pour his heart into it. He no longer trusted either of them completely. Somewhere in his gut, he still believed Rahul had manipulated Anandhi during those vulnerable hours when he was feeding her idlis and planting ideas in her head. Yet the wound cut deepest because the final rejection had come directly from Anandhi’s mouth.

How could she turn so cold after everything they had shared?

Every night, Suriya lay awake replaying intimate memories. The way her face had looked when he thrust into her—full of love, not just pleasure. The promises he had seen in her eyes. That last beautiful morning before Rahul returned—they had shared a long, passionate shower. She had laughed breathlessly, gripping his shoulders, whispering, “Don’t go too deep… I might ask for more later.” Her voice had been playful, loving, full of future.

And now? She could barely look at him. She spoke to him only when necessary—“Here’s the water bottle,” “Rohan broke the bat again,” “Riya fell down, can you check her knee?”—short, practical exchanges that felt like salt on an open wound.
Both of them were deeply hurt, carrying their pain in silence.

Anandhi, for her part, struggled to come to terms with what she had done. She had brutally blocked Suriya, hurting the man who had stood by her when no one else did. She kept telling herself that things would eventually go back to normal—that time would heal the rift, that the children would keep them connected in a healthy way. She started coping by focusing entirely on the kids and the baby growing inside her. Some days she even managed to convince herself that this distance was necessary and that peace would return soon.

Almost a month passed in this fragile, suffocating routine.

Suriya and Anandhi barely spoke anymore. Their interactions had reduced to the bare minimum required to run the household. The silence between them grew heavier with each passing day. Rahul watched it all with quiet satisfaction. The emotional withdrawal was working exactly as he had hoped. He could see the first seeds of mistrust and resentment sprouting in Suriya’s heart. Soon, he believed, that resentment would turn into hatred—and then Suriya would choose to leave on his own.

But for Rahul, this was not enough.

Splitting them apart had been necessary, but his heart still burned for something colder—something closer to revenge. He wanted to make Suriya look like a fool in front of Anandhi, in front of society, in front of everyone. He wanted the man who had once taken his place to feel small, insignificant, and ultimately replaceable. And the perfect tool for that slow humiliation would be the business itself.

That was when Dr. Madhavan called.

“I’ll be in your city next week,” the doctor said. “I thought I’d drop by to check on you personally and discuss the business ideas we spoke about. I have a few solid proposals that might interest you.”

Rahul’s eyes lit up. “That would be perfect, Doctor. Please come. We’ll welcome you properly.”
He ended the call and immediately informed Anandhi.

“Dr. Madhavan is coming home in a couple of days. He wants to see how I’m doing and discuss the new business venture. We should get the house ready and prepare a nice welcome.”

Anandhi nodded quietly, . She started preparing—cleaning the house, planning the menu, and making sure everything looked presentable.
Rahul watched her move around the house with a small, satisfied smile.

The game was about to enter its next phase.

As night fell, Rahul lay awake once again, staring at the ceiling. His mind was already busy weaving the details of the business plan he would present when the doctor arrived. A venture that would keep Suriya constantly travelling, constantly proving himself, constantly chasing success—while Rahul pulled the strings from behind.

He closed his eyes, the faint outline of his cold revenge slowly taking shape in the darkness.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 87: The Business Blueprint,  A trap set for Suriya by Rahul


The next morning, the house carried an unusual buzz of activity. Dr. Madhavan arrived exactly at 9 AM, dressed in a crisp white shirt and formal trousers. Anandhi welcomed him warmly at the door, her maroon saree neatly dbangd, a gentle smile on her face despite the heaviness in her heart. Rahul stood right beside her, one hand lightly resting on her lower back — a quiet but clear display of possession.

“Welcome, Doctor,” Anandhi said softly. “Please come in. We’ve prepared breakfast for you.”

Suriya was already seated in the living room, dressed in a simple polo shirt and jeans. He greeted the doctor with a respectful nod but stayed mostly silent, observing everything with guarded eyes.

After a hearty breakfast of soft idlis, fragrant sambar, coconut chutney, and strong filter coffee, the four of them settled in the living room. The children were at college, leaving the house peacefully quiet for the discussion.

Dr. Madhavan began speaking, though most of the plan had already been finalised between him and Rahul during their long phone conversation the previous night. Today’s meeting was largely a formality — a way to present the venture as a joint, legitimate decision in front of Suriya.
“After detailed discussion with Rahul,” the doctor said, “we have finalised a strong, synergistic model. With my background in medical research and supplements, Suriya’s expertise in gym equipment and fitness training, and Rahul’s strength in information technology, we can create something unique.”

He paused, then laid out the structure clearly.
“The group will be named RMS Enterprises — Rahul, Madhavan, Suriya. It will operate through three integrated verticals:

1. Fitness Equipment & Training Centres — Full gym setups, equipment sales, and trainer services. This vertical will run under Suriya’s direct leadership and branding.
   
2. Nutritional Supplements & Diet Products — High-quality protein powders, vitamins, and wellness supplements manufactured and supplied from my lab and research network. This will stay under my name.
   
3. IT-Enabled Tele-Advisory Services — A dedicated call centre and app-based platform offering gym-related queries, personalised fitness advice, diet plans, and equipment troubleshooting. Rahul will handle the technology backbone and operations remotely from home.”
   

Madhavan said, thought the three are different verticals, The User coming in GYM might think its 3 service for one subscription. Thats the USP of this business i believe thats going to take us heights. 

Rahul leaned forward, his tone calm and professional. “We will set up the first flagship unit near Chennai. Since the doctor needs to stay close for supply and quality control, it makes perfect sense to base the main operations there initially. Suriya will lead the on-ground setup — selecting the location, hiring trainers, installing equipment, and managing day-to-day activities. I will handle the IT systems and tele-calling team from here, especially since Anandhi needs extra care during her pregnancy. Dr. Madhavan will supply the products without needing to travel much.”

Suriya listened carefully. For the first time in many weeks, genuine interest sparked in his eyes. This was gym-related — something he knew and loved deeply. The idea of building and running actual fitness centres felt like a lifeline. He nodded slowly, already visualising himself on the gym floor, training staff, and interacting with clients.

Rahul continued smoothly, “We are ready to offer you 75% share in the overall RMS group for the fitness vertical, Suriya. I will voluntarily reduce my own stake and adjust it so that any financial settlement related to the house can be accounted for later. This way, you get majority control and real ownership in what you build.”

Suriya’s eyebrows rose slightly. 75% was far more generous than he had expected. A small, cautious smile finally appeared on his face. He asked sharp, practical questions about equipment sourcing, trainer recruitment, marketing strategy, and timelines. Rahul and the doctor answered patiently, making the proposal sound fair and full of potential.

By afternoon, they finalised the agreement. Rahul had already arranged for a local notary to visit the house. All three men signed the documents in front of the notary that same day. The papers were stamped, witnessed, and officially registered. RMS Enterprises officially came into existence.

Anandhi watched the entire process from the side, her hands resting protectively on her belly. Seeing Suriya smile , a real, hopeful smile after so many days of pain and silence , brought an unexpected wave of relief to her heart. Deep down, she felt genuinely happy for him. At least something positive was finally happening in his life. Maybe this business would help him heal and move forward.

After the notary left and Dr. Madhavan departed with promises to send the first batch of supplement samples soon, the house settled into a quieter evening.

---

That night, long after the children had gone to bed, Rahul lay on his back in the master bedroom, staring at the slowly rotating ceiling fan. Anandhi slept peacefully beside him, her breathing soft and even. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the night lamp.
A cold, sinister smile slowly curved Rahul’s lips as he replayed the day’s events in his mind.

Perfect… everything is falling exactly into place.

He had already decided the real game plan long before the signing. The Chennai branch was only the beginning. Once the first gym was set up and running smoothly under Suriya’s name, Dr. Madhavan would “suggest” opening a second branch in another city — Coimbatore, perhaps, or Madurai. Suriya, hungry for growth and eager to prove himself, would naturally run behind it. He would spend weeks there — scouting locations, hiring staff, handling marketing, installing equipment. Rahul would stay home, using Anandhi’s pregnancy as the perfect excuse to manage everything remotely through the IT and tele-calling operations.

Then a third branch.  One new branch every month or two. Suriya would be constantly travelling, constantly busy, constantly away from home — returning only twice a week at best, exhausted and distracted.

And when the time was right ,when enough branches were running and they had built a track record , they wont have enough fund to start new one.  Rahul would push for franchising. The franchise model would come under the main gym brand, which carried Suriya’s name prominently. That was where the real trap would close.

Rahul would quietly sabotage the quality of one or two franchised branches, delayed equipment supply, substandard supplements mixed in, poor trainer performance. Complaints would pile up. Customers would badmouth the brand. Suriya’s reputation would take the hit because his name was attached to the gyms. Investors would call him a fraud money launderer.  While Rahul and Madhavan stayed safely in the background, Suriya would be left running around, desperately trying to clear his name, facing shame and financial pressure.

Eventually, broken and humiliated, Suriya would withdraw completely. He wouldn’t have the face to stand before Anandhi anymore. By the time the baby was born, he would have no authority, no emotional hold, and no reason to stay. Instead, Guilt, shame, and exhaustion would push him out of their lives permanently.

Rahul’s eyes gleamed in the darkness as he watched the fan blades spin.

Run behind the branches, Suriya. Chase success. I’ll be the one pulling the strings from here… while I keep Anandhi and my family all to myself.
He turned slightly, gently placing a possessive hand on Anandhi’s swollen belly, and closed his eyes with deep satisfaction.


Two Hours later...

Anandhi had woken up thirsty and walked softly toward the refrigerator. At the exact same time, Suriya stepped out of his room for water.
Their eyes met in the dim glow of the night lamp.
Both opened their mouths at the same time.

Anandhi spoke first, her voice soft and sincere. “Congratulations…”
Suriya’s words overlapped hers: “I’m starting a new business… hope you like this. Wish me good luck.”

They froze, stunned by the accidental synchronization. For a brief, electric second, the old pull between them flared — the deep longing to step closer, to hug tightly, to kiss, to feel each other’s warmth after so many weeks of painful distance.

But neither moved.
The new boundaries hung heavily in the air.

Anandhi gave a small, gentle nod. Suriya returned it with equal restraint. Without another word, they both filled their glasses and turned away, walking back to their respective rooms in silence.

For the first time in many weeks, both Anandhi and Suriya fell into a surprisingly deep and peaceful sleep.

[christopernolan]

Hi,

May be the point was stated from rahul with anandhi and surya its good for three of them.They can't be keep going like this they need to take this decision and moveon with their lives. Actually its not correct for them to leave surya like that its not correct but they need to go forward like this may be this is good ending by the way what a marvelous writing from our best writer always proving the best and depth of the story.

[Parthibajeeva]

Eai.. ennangappa?? Once again twist and turn.. Making Rahul villain... Don't know what author having i his mind?? Let's see.. keep it up..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 88: Seeds of Doubt and Control


The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains as Rahul gently woke Anandhi for her regular prenatal checkup. She looked tired but compliant, changing into a comfortable salwar kameez while Rahul helped her with her dupatta. He drove her to the hospital they usually visited, his hand occasionally reaching over to rest on her thigh — a silent reminder of his presence.

Unbeknownst to Anandhi, Dr. Madhavan had already spoken to his close friend, Dr. Priya Menon, the senior obstetrician at the hospital. She was instructed to take special care of Anandhi ,extra scans, detailed monitoring of her blood pressure, and a gentle but firm emphasis on the need for complete rest and zero stress. Rahul had made sure the instructions were clear: paint a picture of vulnerability without alarming Anandhi too much.

While Rahul and Anandhi were at the hospital, Suriya stayed back at home, fully immersed in his new role. He sat at the dining table with his laptop open, surrounded by printed quotations, equipment catalogues, and supplier contacts. He was busy procuring details for gym machines, rubber flooring, mirror installations, and trainer hiring. A quiet smile played on his lips as he worked.

For the first time in months, he felt genuinely hopeful. The fitness vertical was going to run under his own name , not as a mere partner, but as the face of the gyms. He had happily dropped the plan of restarting his own independent gym that he had been scouting for months. This opportunity felt bigger, more structured, and financially promising.

Even in the middle of his busy schedule, Suriya didn’t neglect the children. He picked Rohan and Riya up from college in the afternoon, helped them change out of their uniforms, bathed them, and played with them for a while before settling them down for snacks. His care was sincere and consistent , the same loving “uncle” they had always known.

Rahul noticed all of it when he returned home with Anandhi in the evening. He watched Suriya helping Riya with her homework and carrying Rohan on his shoulders around the house. On the surface, Rahul appreciated the sincerity. But deep down, a colder voice reminded him:
All this sincerity will only bring him money. He will earn more, save more, and eventually have enough to demand proper compensation for his share in the house. But by then, his name will be damaged beyond repair.

Later that night, after dinner, Rahul stood alone in front of the mirror in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. He stared at his own reflection. The man looking back seemed to question him.

“You are going too far, Rahul,” the voice in his head whispered. “They are already separated. She has chosen you. Why push him this way? Is this what you are giving him in return for the months he tried to protect your family?”

Rahul’s new, hardened personality answered back immediately, his eyes narrowing.

“You never know what can happen. They share one of kind physical relation. I saw it with my own eyes. When I entered their life as Jeeva, I watched through keyholes. Anandhi wore that sexy black lace lingerie for him, the one with thin straps that barely covered her nipples. She got on her knees and deepthroated him like she was starved for it. He used her body like it belonged to him, bending her over, slapping her ass, fucking her raw on the floor. She spread her legs shamelessly for him right there in the living room after I returned. I watched it all from the staircase , her moans, her face twisted in pleasure, the way she begged him not to stop.

Its not easy to split two people who had such a chemistry, and its impossible for them to stay separated for a long, provided how they enjoyed the chemisty. they may secretly want each others, if there even a slightest gap. The split now is temporary, im trying to make it permanent 

I’m not punishing him for nothing. I’m just making sure Anandhi never looks at him the same way again. He should not have the face to stand in front of her.

If i leave him as it is, he will come back after 6 months, that's exactly the time of delivery,  He would ask for paternity test.

And what if the baby is his? 

I had her only once after months back. He had several weeks of sexual play with her. — plenty of time to fill her again and again. If a paternity test in six months shows it’s his, Anandhi will emotionally root for him, she will call its for the baby.  

She’ll call him the father as a new excuse to bring him back into her life. I cannot give even an inch of room for that to happen.”

The dark thoughts were interrupted by the sharp ring of Rahul’s phone.

It was Dr. Madhavan.

“Rahul, I’ve sent you the detailed list of things to be done for the first branch — supplier contacts, initial inventory requirements, and sample test results for the supplements. Everything looks good. I need both you and Suriya to visit me next week to finalise the timelines. Also, inform Suriya that he needs to be physically present at the new location starting from the very next month. The setup phase will require him on-site full time — hiring, training, and coordination. He won’t be able to commute daily from home.”

Rahul’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he ended the call.
“Understood, Doctor. I’ll convey the message.”

He slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked at his reflection one last time. The sinister plan was moving forward exactly as he had envisioned — Suriya would soon be pulled away to Chennai, kept busy with one branch after another, and slowly distanced from Anandhi and the family until he had no choice but to fade away.

In the bedroom, Anandhi lay on the bed, gently rubbing her belly. She felt a strange mix of relief and unease. Suriya seemed happier and more focused these days. She was glad for him… yet a small part of her still ached for the warmth they had once shared. She just wanted to give a small hug but she know it will shake what they try to protect.

In his room, Suriya reviewed the quotations late into the night, unaware of the web being woven around him. He felt optimistic about the future for the first time in weeks.

But the house held many unspoken secrets — and Rahul’s cold revenge was only just beginning to unfold.

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Chapter 89: Three Months of Distance


The next three months passed in a controlled rhythm of travel, business expansion, and growing emotional distance.

First Month
Suriya was constantly on the move. He travelled between Chennai and surrounding areas, procuring gym machines, inspecting locations, negotiating supplier deals, and hiring trainers. He managed to return home for only 3–5 days in total that month, mostly for quick paperwork and rest.

Rahul worked remotely from home, developing the custom software and tele-advisory platform. Dr. Madhavan’s supplement line was fully ready for distribution.

Anandhi’s belly had begun to show noticeably — a soft, rounded bump that made her look beautifully pregnant. Whenever Suriya was briefly home, both men would steal glances at her growing figure. Suriya’s smile was warm and genuine, while Rahul’s carried a quieter, possessive satisfaction. Neither commented openly.

At the end of the month, the first RMS Fitness Centre was inaugurated in Chennai. Anandhi could not attend due to her doctor’s strict advice for rest. She watched the live video feed from the sofa, Rahul sitting protectively beside her. Suriya looked proud as he cut the ribbon. Anandhi felt a strange mix of happiness and quiet melancholy.

Second Month

Suriya had to stay almost entirely in Chennai. Anandhi was now in her fifth month. For the entire month, the three of them did not share the same roof even once.

Rahul single-handedly managed the house, the children, and Anandhi’s needs. He cooked, helped with homework, dropped and picked up the kids from college, and stayed dutifully by Anandhi’s side — rubbing her swollen feet, bringing her water, and accompanying her on short evening walks. He made sure everyone noticed how responsibly he was stepping up as a husband and father while the “business partner” was away.


Third Month

Anandhi entered her sixth month. Her stomach had grown significantly — round, firm, and prominent. She carried the pregnancy with natural grace, her skin glowing, her breasts fuller, and her walk developing that gentle pregnant sway. She looked like the perfect expecting mother.

When Suriya returned home one Sunday for a short visit, he froze the moment he saw her. A warm, visible smile spread across his face. Anandhi felt his intense gaze on her swollen belly and suddenly became shy. Her cheeks flushed. She lowered her eyes, unable to meet his stare for long, and quickly excused herself to the kitchen, her heart beating faster than it should.

The first gym was doing exceptionally well — high footfall, growing memberships, and positive reviews. Suriya returned feeling optimistic and hoped he could finally take a week’s rest. But Dr. Madhavan called the very next day with news of a new location request in Coimbatore and additional funding opportunities. Suriya had no choice but to leave again.

This cycle continued until Anandhi reached the end of her seventh month of pregnancy.

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Chapter 90: The Brutal Truth that haunted Rahul.


Seventh month of pregnancy, Anandhi and Rahul went for her regular prenatal check-up at the hospital on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. Dr. Madhavan had also arrived in the city to meet his friend, Dr. Priya Menon. While Anandhi was taken inside for her detailed scan and consultation, Madhavan and Rahul waited outside in the long, sterile corridor.

Once they were completely alone, Madhavan lowered his voice and began speaking casually about his latest research case, as if sharing an interesting medical anecdote.


“You know, Rahul, I’m working on my third experiment with age reversal on a subject. The results are fascinating but unpredictable. The man had intercourse during the last stage that is after he is turning older like last 30 days, that phase when his cells were constantly replicating but weakening. He couldn’t conceive with his own wife during that time. Instead, when his body was in the active stage i mean when he turned younger in initial stage, he ended up impregnating another woman who he tried to test first. The timing has to be extremely precise — one wrong window and conception becomes almost impossible.”




He patted Rahul’s shoulder lightly. “Looks like you have impregnated Anandhi, when you are in early stage.. How did you made her? does she know you are her husband then? Sorry sorry that's personal, anyway i'm Happy for you. 
  
Rahul stood frozen.
The words hit him like a brutal slap across the face.

He had slept with Anandhi only once after his return  as Jeeva — and it was precisely during that final thirty-day end cycle, when his body was rapidly turning old again. The cells were already eating each other, depleting rapidly. Conception was supposed to be nearly impossible.
But Anandhi was heavily pregnant now. In her seventh month.

The brutal truth crashed over him like ice-cold water.
The baby growing inside her was not his.
It was Suriya’s.

Suriya had had months with her — countless nights, unprotected, passionate, when his own body was in the perfect early reversal phase he had non. Rahul had only that one encounter at the very end, when his seed was already weak and dying.

No doubt remained. 
None.

A sharp, suffocating shock gripped Rahul’s chest. His vision blurred for a second. He felt the ground shift beneath his feet. All this time he had clung to a tiny, fragile sliver of hope that the child might still be his. That hope was now violently ripped away in a single moment.

Madhavan continued talking about technical details of cell depletion and hormonal shifts, completely unaware of the storm exploding inside Rahul.
Rahul nodded mechanically, murmuring something that sounded like agreement, but his mind was screaming.

I can never let this truth come out. Never.

He had to bury it forever. No paternity test. No accidental slip. No emotional crack that Suriya could exploit. The baby had to be accepted as his — publicly, emotionally, legally — no matter what.

His earlier plan of slow distance was no longer enough. Everything had to be accelerated. Suriya’s name had to be destroyed faster, more completely, before the baby arrived. He could not risk even the smallest chance of Suriya coming back into Anandhi’s life with a father’s claim.
When Anandhi finally came out of the consultation room looking tired but healthy, Rahul forced a soft, loving smile onto his face and placed a possessive hand on her lower back, guiding her gently toward the car.

To the outside world, he looked like the perfect, caring husband.

Inside, his heart had turned to stone.
The slow game was over.
The real war had just begun.