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

[Anu.007]

Thanks for the support bro.

Ok atleast now confirm bro that you will continue the story. And when should we expect an amazing update now??

[sunilserene]

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[Deepak_The_Writer]

Ok atleast now confirm bro that you will continue the story. And when should we expect an amazing update now??

Definitely he will continue

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 115: The Perfect Trap


The next morning during breakfast, Rahul casually asked while spreading butter on his toast, “I heard you gave the PC to the repair shop. What happened?”

Suriya took a slow sip of coffee and replied with a relaxed shrug, “Some malfunction. But it’s repaired now. The shop said I should get it back by evening.”

Anandhi’s spoon paused halfway to her mouth. A cold wave ran down her spine. Repaired? Already? What if he recovered the files? What if he saw the old proposals, the supplier emails, the dates that could expose everything?

She forced herself to continue eating, keeping her face neutral. Raising any doubt now would only make Suriya more suspicious. She would wait. She had to check the PC herself the moment it returned.

The entire day passed in quiet agony for her. Every hour she imagined Suriya opening old files, piecing together the truth. By evening, when Suriya brought the PC straight into his bedroom instead of leaving it in the study, her anxiety peaked.

Why did he take it to his room? He knows I can’t check it there without going inside.

She paced the kitchen for nearly an hour, pretending to organise things. Rahul had already gone to bed early, tired from work. The children were asleep. The house was quiet.

Finally, she couldn’t control herself any longer.

• I have to know. If he recovered anything, I need to see it first. *
  

Her heart hammering, Anandhi walked upstairs. The corridor was dimly lit. She approached Suriya’s door slowly, her bare feet silent on the cool floor.

Just as she raised her hand to knock, she heard his voice from inside — low, serious, speaking on the phone.
She froze.

Instead of knocking, she leaned closer and pressed her ear gently against the wooden door, holding her breath.
Suriya’s voice carried clearly through the thin wood:

“No, Madhan… I’m not staying here long. It complicates my plan.”
Anandhi’s eyes widened. She pressed her ear harder, her body tense.

“The files in the PC need a password. I couldn’t crack it yet… but if I stay here, my focus keeps shifting only to Anandhi. Whenever she is around, I forget why I came back. I fear that’s diluting my intention. I need to maintain the same rage I had before coming here. I should move out of this house as soon as possible.”

Anandhi’s heart thudded violently in her chest. Move out? Why?

Suriya continued, his tone dropping slightly, but still audible:

“Glad she is staying away… It would get worse if Anandhi tries to befriend me again i cannot scheme behind her.. i would fail or my plans would slow down...if she is near me. once I step out, I can start my real plans properly.”

A sharp pain twisted in her stomach. My presence is stopping him? Everything I did to protect Rahul… is actually protecting him from acting?
Then came the words that hit her like ice:

“Also, I fear if I will expose my scheme openly to her. Deep down I still love her… she should never know my plans. I cannot say no to her… what if I expose myself to her? No… this should not happen.”

Anandhi stepped back from the door, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle any sound. Her legs felt weak.
He still loves me… but he has a plan. A real plan against Rahul. And I’m the only thing slowing him down.
For a long moment she stood there, breathing fast, mind spinning.
Then clarity hit her like a wave.
If my closeness is the only thing holding him back… then I have to get even closer. Befriend him. Gain his trust. Stay near him every day. Extract his plans before he can execute them. I have to protect Rahul and the children… even if it means playing this dangerous game.

She took a deep, steadying breath, smoothed her nightdress, and knocked softly on the door.
Inside, Suriya smiled faintly, knowing exactly who was standing there.
“Come in,” he said, his voice calm.

Anandhi pushed the door open and stepped inside, her heart racing with fear, determination… and something else she didn’t want to name.
Suriya looked at her, eyes dark and knowing.

The trap had closed perfectly.
And Anandhi had walked right into it, believing she was the one taking control

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 116: The Voluntary Trap


Anandhi no longer had to worry about the computer itself. The password-protected files were something new — she had no idea what they contained, and that terrified her even more. But her biggest fear right now was the browser. If Rahul had left any logged-in accounts or history, Suriya could see everything.

She needed to check.

“I need to work on something urgent,” she said softly, avoiding his eyes. “Can I use the PC for a few minutes?”

Suriya leaned back in his chair, watching her with calm intensity. “Of course. Go ahead.”

Anandhi sat at the desk. Her fingers trembled slightly as she moved the mouse. She didn’t bother opening any folders. Instead, she clicked straight into the browser.

The history was completely clean. No saved passwords. No logged-in profiles. It felt like a brand-new PC.
A wave of relief washed over her. MY goodness… nothing is there for me to worry.

She quickly logged into her mail account and pretended to type a few lines, making it look like she was working. After a few minutes, she logged out carefully and closed the browser.

All the while, her mind was racing with a single thought:

I have to stay close to him. Closer than before. If my presence slows him down, then I must never let him pull away. I need to befriend him, gain his trust, listen to every word… and stop whatever plan he has against Rahul.

Another call came in while she was still in the room. Suriya answered it, deliberately keeping his voice just loud enough for her to hear.
“Hmmm… yeah, I know,” he said into the phone. “Plan B… No, Plan A doesn’t work anymore.”

Anandhi’s ears perked up. She pretended to be busy with the mouse, but every word felt like a knife.
Suriya continued casually, “I cannot think clearly right now. Let’s speak later.”
He hung up.

Anandhi’s heart pounded. Plan B? Against Rahul? He really is planning something… and I’m the only thing slowing him down.
She rose from the chair, legs feeling heavy. She was about to step out when she stopped herself.
No. This is my chance. I have to start now.

She turned around slowly and looked at Suriya.
“Last time… I couldn’t come to your room properly because Rahul didn’t have time,” she said, her voice softer than she intended. “If you are okay… let’s have a talk now.”

Suriya looked at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Inside, a quiet satisfaction bloomed.
She came to me.

He had wanted this exact moment. He knew her curiosity, her fear, and her guilt would eventually push her toward him. And now she was voluntarily walking into his trap, believing she was the one taking control.

Suriya leaned forward slightly, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Sure,” he said, his voice low and calm. “Come. Sit.”

Anandhi hesitated for a fraction of a second, then moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded tightly in her lap.

The air in the room felt thicker. Suriya watched her with dark, patient eyes — the hunter who had just lured the prey exactly where he wanted her.
Anandhi took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

She had come to protect her family.
But Suriya already knew she would come… and he was ready to see how far she was willing to go.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 116 Part  2: Anandhi the new partner of Suriya to find truth 

Suriya was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked at her for a long moment, then gave a small, gentle nod toward the space beside him.


“Sit,” he said quietly.

Anandhi hesitated, then moved and sat on the bed, keeping a careful gap between them. For the first few minutes, they spoke in soft, careful sentences — lies wrapped in gentle tones.

Anandhi began, “When you were in prison… I wanted to visit. I really did. But the doctor warned me about high blood pressure and risk to the baby. Rahul was worried too. I thought staying away would protect everyone.”

Suriya nodded, his expression understanding. “I never blamed you. But it do hurt me when none of you were able to see me? not even a 10 mins in the months? That thought kept me looped in the mind.”

Anandhi hands reached his hands for assurance. 

He cried a bit.. he shared how he was mentally affected the moment he was inside there! The people, the news paper carrying his image, the photos of his name boards thrashed by the investors in his gym. 

Anandhi told him she feels for him and she know how it would have been devastating for him.. but certain things were not favorable.. she asked him to live the present and she said she is happy for his growth.. that no one could have even thought.. 

that will power im impressed with that, this is you Suriya she said.. 

the talk went towards kids .. and they lost themselves in that 

As the conversation deepened, the distance between them slowly shrank. After nearly twenty minutes, when the talk had turned softer and more personal, Suriya finally moved. He lifted his arm and gently placed it around her shoulder, pulling her just a little closer to his side.

Anandhi stiffened for a fraction of a second, but she didn’t pull away. The warmth of his arm felt dangerously familiar.
His thumb began tracing slow circles on her upper arm.

His voice dropped lower. “Anandhi… tell me honestly. Do you know who was behind my downfall? Who framed me for those frauds?”
Anandhi turned her face slightly toward him. “Did you doubt any of us?”

Suriya looked into her eyes. “I had doubts… but I never wanted to believe it.”

Anandhi swallowed. “If you have any doubt, tell me. I will clarify everything for you. No secrets between us anymore.”
but keeping a thought like that on us, do you think our relationship will grow healthier?

Suriya stayed silent for a beat, then spoke in a pained voice.

You never know what i went through Anandhi 

“Inside prison… it was hell. Some co-prisoners beat me badly one night. They said I was a fraudster who cheated innocent people. They punched me, kicked me… I still remember the pain.”

He slowly unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and opened it, exposing his bare chest.

“There was a deep wound here,” he said, pointing to a spot. “It’s faded now, but sometimes I still feel it.”
Anandhi’s eyes fell on his bare skin. Memories flooded back. Her breath became unsteady.

Suriya gently took her hand and placed it on the spot. “Feel it… the scar is still there, even if it’s not visible.”


Anandhi’s fingers trembled against his chest. Heat bloomed low in her belly. She pulled her hand back slowly.

Suriya asked her why you took back your hand? once when i got hit by a ball, you kissed me there on my chest were the ball hits, your hands carrassed me there in the night..

Anandhi looked at his eyes and said

“I can be your friend again,” she whispered. “But don’t expect things to be like old times. We can’t go back there.”

Suriya looked at her with soft eyes. He said I know but still a part of me carved for it , any way...  “This is enough for me.”
but i missed your warmth, the moral support, your kindness, your touch that softens me..

He brought his face closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers. Anandhi’s breath hitched. For a moment, her body leaned in instinctively.

Before his lips could touch hers, she turned her face slightly and said firmly, “Don’t… Not like that.”


Suriya didn’t force it. Instead, he tilted his head and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss on her forehead.

Anandhi looked at him, she was not able to move.. 
he said.. the hurt is deep in me.. the mental turmoil faced, he then pulled her into a warm hug..

A single genuine tear slipped from his eye and fell onto her naked collarbone, warm and wet against her skin.

Anandhi trembled violently at the contact. The tear felt like a burning drop.

For a brief moment, all her defences crumbled.
Inside her heart, a quiet voice whispered: I’m sorry… I put you through too much turmoil.
She couldn’t stop herself. Her arms slowly came up and wrapped around him in a tight hug. Suriya held her close, his chin resting on top of her head.

Neither of them spoke for a long time.
Then Suriya broke the silence, his voice low against her hair.

“I have doubts… but I need your help in exposing them. I doubt Madhavan… and even Rahul.”
Anandhi stiffened in his arms. She pulled back slightly to look at him.


Anandhi defended quickly, “You think too much. You’re imagining things that aren’t there.”

Suriya leaned in a little more, his arm still around her shoulder. “What if Rahul was the one who did it?”
Anandhi’s body tensed. “He would never do that.”


Suriya’s eyes sharpened. “You defended Rahul… but you didn’t defend Madhavan. 

What if it was his plan? You just help me uncover it. That’s all I’m asking.”

i need to get justice.. i firmly believe someone behind my downfall..

let me be open with your.. i doubt Rahul and Madhavan. 


Suriya’s eyes darkened with quiet intensity. “I can prove my innocence with your help.”

Anandhi let out a small, nervous laugh. “You day-dream. You really think you can prove something like that?”

Suriya continued, voice low and steady, “What if I prove it? If I prove someone was behind my downfall… 

Anandhi said, i will prove no one is behind and its all situations. 

Suriya stressed “What if I prove it? 
What if it is Rahul?

Anandhi looked at him puzzled. 

Suriya continued. If i prove its him behind it then I need you. Like before. I want you to experience me deeper inside you.. like old times.”

Anandhi’s heart slammed against her ribs. She looked terrified for a moment, then straightened her spine.
She said firmly, “If you prove it… lets see

Suriya then said, thanks, we will together uncover f someone had  been behind my back orchestrated the schemes. 

The words hung heavy in the air.

Anandhi realised with a chill what was happening.

He is making me a willing partner in uncovering the truth…

But she had a stake here. She could sabotage his plans. She could warn Rahul. Or, even without warning Rahul, she could quietly derail whatever Suriya was planning.

She took a deep breath and said, “Okay… I will help.”
Suriya’s eyes softened with satisfaction. “Can we meet regularly like this? At this time?”
Anandhi nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled gently. “Tomorrow, let me give you the first step of the plan that leads to the truth. I need justice, right?”
Anandhi placed her hand on his chin, her thumb brushing lightly against his jaw. “You think too much… See, I will help. But this is not life. It’s more than what it is.”

Suriya smiled.
Anandhi took one deep breath and said again, “Okay… I will help.” But promise me you keep all these secret, and you dont make any move without my order or consent.. 

Without warning, Suriya quickly leaned in and placed a soft, fleeting kiss on the surface of her lips.
Anandhi didn’t expect it. Her eyes widened.

Suriya’s eyes flashed with surprise and dark satisfaction.

Anandhi stood up abruptly. “That’s enough for tonight.”
She walked faster toward the door, her steps quick and unsteady.

When she reached the hall, she stopped. Her fingers rose instinctively and touched her lips.
A strange mix of fear, guilt, and heat coursed through her body.

She realised she had just willingly stepped into a dangerous game.
But she had a plan of her own.

She would play along with him. She would get closer. She would listen to every word.
And when the time came, she would sabotage his plans — quietly, completely — to protect Rahul and their family.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 117: The Pendrive Game 


The next night, they assembled again in Suriya’s room.

Both were sitting on the bed, the gap between them smaller than the previous night. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp. The air felt heavier, charged with secrets and unspoken calculations.
Suriya looked at Anandhi with calm, serious eyes.

“I have doubts,” he said quietly, “but I have no concrete evidence. Only you can help me pull it out. I need you to get me the email archives — specifically, copies of every email transferred between Rahul and any suppliers during the months when I was taken away by the cops.”
Anandhi’s heart tightened, but she kept her face composed. She nodded slowly.

“I will do it,” she said. “I’ll get the copies from his laptop when he is sleeping.”

Suriya handed her a small pendrive. “Copy them into this. Open the notepad file inside and paste the mails there. It will be easier.”
Anandhi took the pendrive, her fingers brushing his for a second longer than necessary. “I’ll bring it tomorrow night.”
As soon as she stepped out of his room, a cold determination settled over her.

He wants evidence? I’ll not give him exactly what he needs  but i will give things that is nothing useful.

She knew exactly what to do. She would skip every important mail that could link back to the framing period and copy only the filtered, harmless ones — promotional offers, routine supplier updates, irrelevant threads. She would keep full control.

The following days passed in a strange, tense routine.

On the third night, she returned with the pendrive.

They sat together on the bed and opened it. Suriya browsed through every email she had copied. Page after page — nothing incriminating. No links to the fraud, no suspicious transactions, no mentions of Suriya’s name in a damaging context.

Suriya’s shoulders slumped. He couldn’t contain his disappointment. His eyes filled with tears.
“Why is this happening to me?” he whispered, voice breaking. “I thought… I really thought there would be something.”

Anandhi’s heart twisted. 

She moved closer and gently pulled his head to her shoulder, consoling him like she used to.
“Nothing is wrong here,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You just need to stop this now. Let it go.”

You are just causing the pain for yourself and it even pains me. 

Suriya shook his head. “No… I can’t.”

The following nights continued in the same pattern. Anandhi came regularly to his room. They talked secretly. She watched him closely, looking for any sign that he was still planning something.

One night, after a long silence, Suriya made a new request.

“Can you copy all the folders from Rahul’s laptop into this external hard disk?” He showed her a sleek black external hard disk. “It’s fast. It will capture everything quickly.”

Anandhi was stunned. Her pulse spiked.

She said carefully, “That would take a long time… but okay. I can do it. As long as it takes.”

Inside, she already knew her plan: she would skip every important folder, every business file that could contain evidence, and copy only safe, irrelevant ones.

She knows she had the upper hand and  she is winning.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 118: Silent Nights & Growing Proximity


Anandhi had successfully sabotaged that plan to, 

she returned the hard disk with nothing in real. Set of old files. 

She saw his eyes defeated, basically she should have enjoyed it but deep down she felt guilt.

She know she is wronging Suriya repeatedly, and hiding many things. 

The guilt made her to resolute that, she should stay as friends with him.. at least for her own mental peace. 

Every night, after Rahul and the kids had fallen asleep, Anandhi would slip quietly out of her bedroom.


She moved like a shadow through the dark hallway, heart beating fast, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Each time she reached Suriya’s door, she paused for a second — a tiny moment of hesitation — before gently pushing it open.

Inside, Suriya would be waiting.

The first few nights were careful and measured. They sat on the edge of the bed, keeping a respectable distance. Their voices stayed low, almost whispers.

Anandhi would ask soft questions: “How was your day at the site?” or “Are the new machines giving you any trouble?”

Suriya answered calmly, but he often became reserved midway through the conversation. His gaze would drift to the window or the floor, staring into space as if lost in heavy thoughts. Anandhi watched him closely during those silences, trying to read every micro-expression. Is he planning something new? Is he getting closer to the truth?

She told herself she was only there to monitor him.
But slowly, the distance between them began to shrink.

On the fourth night, when Suriya looked particularly low — shoulders slumped, eyes tired — Anandhi moved closer without thinking. She placed her hand lightly on his arm.

“You look exhausted,” she whispered. “Is everything okay?”
Suriya gave a small, tired smile. “Just thinking about old days.”

Without a word, Anandhi shifted nearer and wrapped her arms around him in a gentle hug. It started as comfort, but it lingered longer than necessary. She felt the warmth of his chest against hers, the steady beat of his heart. Suriya’s arms came around her back, holding her loosely at first, then a little tighter.

Neither spoke for almost a minute.

When they finally pulled apart, Anandhi’s cheeks felt warm. She told herself it was strategy — she had to keep him close to monitor and sabotage any dangerous plans.

But her body remembered the feeling too well.

The next night, the hug came easier.
They were talking about the children when Suriya fell silent again. Anandhi didn’t wait. She slid closer on the bed and rested her head lightly against his shoulder.

“You’re thinking too much again,” she murmured.

Suriya didn’t reply with words. Instead, his arm moved around her shoulder naturally, pulling her into his side. His fingers traced slow, absent patterns on her upper arm. Anandhi’s breath caught for a second. The touch was light, almost innocent, but it sent a familiar heat spreading through her body.

She stayed there longer than she should have.

On the sixth night, the pattern had become almost routine.

Anandhi entered the room, and within minutes they were sitting close. Suriya’s arm found its way around her shoulders again. This time, when he became silent and stared into space, Anandhi turned toward him and hugged him fully, her cheek pressed against his chest.

“I’m here,” she whispered, her voice soft. “You don’t have to carry everything alone.”

Suriya held her tighter. His hand stroked her back in slow, soothing motions. Anandhi could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Her own body responded — a warm flutter low in her belly, a slight quickening of her pulse. She told herself again and again that this was only strategy. She was keeping him close to control him, but she is doing this out of guilt..

But the longer she stayed in his arms, the harder it became to convince herself.

Sometimes their legs would brush. Sometimes his fingers would accidentally graze the side of her neck. Each small touch sent tiny sparks through her. She would pull back slightly, cheeks warm, but never fully break contact.

Suriya noticed everything.

He remained reserved in his words, often falling into thoughtful silences, but his body language grew more open. He started initiating the closeness — a hand on her knee when she sat down, an arm around her waist when she leaned in to console him.

but that night changed the course of event as he had a new plan..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 119: The Dangerous Kiss

On the sixth night, after a long, quiet conversation about the children, Suriya suddenly made a new request.


“Anandhi,” he said softly, “can you download Rahul’s bank statements for me? Specifically the months when I was taken away by the cops. I just want to see the transactions.”


Anandhi’s stomach dropped. She had thought Suriya had stopped digging so deeply into the truth. This new request sent a fresh wave of warning through her.


She forced a calm nod. “I’ll do it.”

Inside, her mind was already planning. I’ll skip the important details again. Give him only what is harmless.


The seventh night felt heavier than the ones before.

Anandhi slipped into Suriya’s room a little after midnight, her heart already racing. She had spent the entire day rehearsing how she would hand over the filtered bank statements and steer the conversation away from any real suspicion.

Suriya was waiting on the bed, the room lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He looked tired, but his eyes sharpened the moment she entered.

She sat beside him, closer than the previous nights, and handed him the printed statements.

“I got everything you asked for,” she said softly. “I went through Rahul’s laptop carefully. These are all the transactions from those months.”
Suriya took the papers and began going through them page by page. Anandhi watched his face closely, her pulse quickening with every second that passed in silence.

After several long minutes, Suriya lowered the papers. His shoulders slumped slightly.

Anandhi spoke first, her voice gentle but firm. “See? I did everything you asked. Rahul is not at fault. You’ve thought too much about this. I’m here as your friend, always. You need to stop hurting yourself like this.”

Suriya shook his head slowly. His eyes lifted to meet hers, dark and searching.

“Anandhi… did you hide anything from me?”

The question hit her like a slap. She was stunned, taken back. Her breath caught in her throat.

She looked straight into his eyes, trying desperately to read them, trying to figure out how much he really knew.

“No,” she said, forcing her voice to stay steady. “I didn’t hide anything.”

But deep down, guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave. She had sabotaged every single step — skipping the critical mails, filtering the statements, hiding anything that could point toward Rahul. She was lying to his face while pretending to help him find the truth.


The guilt made her move without thinking. She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, as if the embrace could somehow wash away her deception.

Suriya didn’t let it stay innocent.

His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against his body.
Before she could pull back, he cupped the back of her neck and brought his lips to hers.

The kiss started dangerous — slow, deliberate, full of years of suppressed hunger.

Anandhi’s eyes widened for a split second. She tried to resist, whispering against his mouth, “Don’t… not like that.”
But Suriya didn’t stop.

His lips pressed harder, claiming hers with a raw intensity that made her knees weak. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, demanding entry. When she gasped, he deepened the kiss instantly — hot, wet, and brutal. Their tongues met and danced in a fierce, desperate rhythm. The taste of him flooded her senses, familiar and intoxicating.

Anandhi’s hands fisted in his shirt. She meant to push him away, but instead her fingers clutched tighter, pulling him closer. A low, involuntary moan escaped her throat as heat exploded low in her belly. Her body remembered everything — the way he used to kiss her, the way he used to own her mouth until she was breathless and trembling.

Suriya’s hand slid down her back, pressing her even tighter against him. His other hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to kiss her deeper, harder. Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged. The kiss turned messy, needy — tongues stroking, lips sucking, teeth grazing.

For almost two full minutes, neither of them broke away.

When they finally parted, both were breathing heavily. Anandhi’s lips were swollen and tingling. Her chest heaved as she stared at him, eyes wide with shock and unwanted desire.

“No…” she whispered, voice shaky. “We can’t…”

Suriya looked at her, his own breathing ragged. His thumb brushed her lower lip, still wet from the kiss.

“Are you sure you didn’t hide anything from me?” 
he asked again, voice low and dangerous. “Or lied to me?”

Anandhi’s resistance shattered completely.
She gave him her lips again.

This time the kiss was even deeper — more brutal, more consuming. Their tongues tangled wildly, stroking and tasting with raw hunger. Suriya groaned into her mouth as he pulled her fully onto his lap. Anandhi’s hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. Her body was on fire — nipples tight, core aching, thighs pressing together instinctively.

The kiss went on and on, wet and desperate, until they were both gasping for air.

When they finally broke apart, Anandhi’s forehead rested against his. Her entire body was trembling.
She said this should be last.. i never lied to you or hide anything.. 

she broke the hug and ran back downstairs. 


The next morning, Rahul informed her over breakfast, “I have to go to Mumbai for an important procurement. I’ll be gone for a few days.”
He turned to Suriya. “Can you take care of the gym happenings while I’m away?”
Suriya nodded calmly. “Sure. No problem.”. Then the both left at 9 AM to their work locations. 


At 10:30 AM, while Anandhi was alone at home, her phone rang.
It was Suriya.

His voice was quiet but urgent. “Wait for me. I got some important things to show you..its related to my case... wait in my room.”
Anandhi was stunned. Her grip tightened on the phone until her knuckles turned white.
She had thought she was in control. What did he actually go her mind struggled to come up with an answer

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 120: Suriya's won Anandhi in bet & Bed.


Anandhi was scared like never before.

Her entire body trembled as she waited in the living room. The clock showed 10:58 AM. Every second felt like torture.
At exactly 11:00 AM, the door opened.

Suriya stepped inside, calm on the surface, but his eyes carried a storm. The moment he closed the door, his phone rang. It was Rahul.
Suriya answered on speaker. “Hello.”

Rahul’s voice came through. “I just reached Mumbai. Everything okay there? What are you doing right now?”
Suriya’s gaze locked onto Anandhi. A dangerous, pained smile touched his lips.

“I came to meet an important client,” he replied smoothly. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything here.”
Anandhi’s stomach twisted violently. She knew he was lying.

Suriya ended the call and took her hand. He led her straight to his bedroom and locked the door behind them with terrifying finality.

“Open the PC,” he said quietly.

Anndhi asked what is so important, why  you are here now and whats that you found?

Suriya said just open the pc and see for yourself.

Anandhi’s fingers shook as she sat down and switched it on. “What… what is this about?”
Suriya stood behind her. “I got some truth. Maybe you should see it yourself.”


The screen lit up with screenshots of emails — crystal-clear conversations between Rahul and the suppliers. 

Then the “Recovered” folder opened. Draft agreements. 
Transaction records. The full, unfiltered bank statements she had deliberately hidden.

Anandhi’s breath caught. Her fingers trembled so badly she could barely scroll.

She fears to tunr back and see his face, she glued to the screen with the disappointment and fear.. how do you ?

She just heard Suriya's Victory laugh.. its you who took me to truth.. he said.. 

Anandhi put her head on desk.. a soft tear emerges.

Suriya said wont you ask how i got all these?

Anandhi didnt open her mouth, it doesnt matter how he got, he got to know the truth... thats all she knows now.. 

Suriya said.. the first day the pen drive i gave .. its a mole,  i used it to hack his account, i had access through it. 

and the external hard disk.. its again another hacking tool. i took copy of every files.. in backdrop. . 

Before she could speak, Suriya’s hands moved. He un-pinned her pallu, letting the fabric slip and fall from her shoulder.

Anandhi gasped. “Suriya… what are you doing?”

His hands roamed over the front of her blouse. In one swift, angry pull, he tore it open.

Buttons scattered across the floor. The torn blouse hung loosely, revealing her bra and the frantic rise and fall of her breasts.

She shot up from the chair, shocked. “What are you doing?!”

When she turned, Suriya was already completely naked. His cock stood hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with months of pent-up hunger and pain.

What am i doing? you see for yourself Suriya said pointing at table

“Sit back down,” he ordered, voice rough with betrayal. 
“Look at the files near the copy.”


Anandhi’s eyes returned to the screen in horror. The full bank statements were there — every transaction she had removed. The emails. 

The agreements. The money trail that proved everything.

He said see even you took me to here, you thought you can hide pages, but all i need is his account number, i used that bribed a bank staff and got full details. 

So your husband was behind everything .. and you hide it for him .? and i blindly trusted you to help me?

Suriya’s voice cracked with raw emotion. “Why did you hide this from me? You gave me half-proofs… filtered everything… You knew. You knew everything… and you still chose him.”

Tears welled up in his eyes as he pushed her backward onto the bed.

“What hurts me the most,” he whispered, voice breaking, tears now freely falling down his cheeks, “was not that Rahul planned it. It was that you chose him… every single time. Even now. Even after knowing he destroyed me.”

Anandhi was in deep guilt, she doesnt plead to stop.. she didnt beg him to stop but deep down she know, she deserves this treatment. 

He yanked her petticoat down roughly, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound. In one brutal motion, he tore her panty away, the delicate material ripping apart in his fist. Anandhi was left completely naked and exposed, her smooth skin glistening under the dim light, her full breasts heaving with every panicked breath.



Anandhi lay there, tears streaming down her own face, ashamed, guilty, and heartbroken. Her body trembled visibly, thighs pressed together instinctively, but there was nowhere to hide.

Suriya climbed on top of her, his tears falling onto her skin like hot rain. His thick, hard cock — swollen, veined, and leaking precum — pressed heavily against her slick entrance, the head already parting her wet folds.

“I won the bet,” he said, voice thick with pain and victory, tears still rolling down his cheeks. “I proved it. So now… I need you. Like before.”

Anandhi’s eyes widened in panic. She tried to move back, scooting desperately up the bed. “Suriya… no… please… don’t…”

But Suriya grabbed her hips firmly with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pulled her back down with raw strength. 

As she moved away, he moved with her, keeping his cock pressed relentlessly against her slick folds, the head nudging insistently at her entrance.


She pushed against his chest with both hands, nails digging into his skin, but he was far stronger. With one powerful, merciless thrust, he drove deep inside her in a single brutal stroke.

“Aaaahhh!” Anandhi cried out, her back arching violently off the bed. The sound was raw — shock, guilt, sharp pain, and sudden overwhelming pleasure all crashing together. Her tight pussy stretched around his thick cock, walls fluttering wildly as he bottomed out inside her.

Suriya groaned loudly, burying his face in her neck as he sank fully into her tight, wet heat. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, tighter than he remembered, greedily sucking him deeper, milking every inch.

“Fuck… you’re still so tight,” he rasped, tears falling onto her collarbone and sliding down between her breasts. “Rahul could never fuck you like this… could he? He could never fill you the way I do.”

Anandhi sobbed, her nails digging deeper into his back, leaving red scratches. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Suriya began pounding into her relentlessly, deep and merciless. Every thrust was hard, possessive, angry — his hips slamming against hers with wet, obscene slaps. Her full, heavy breasts jiggled wildly with the force of his strokes, nipples hard and dark, bouncing in rhythm. He watched them hungrily, eyes dark with a mix of pain and raw lust, leaning down to suck one hard nipple into his mouth, biting it gently, making her cry out in pleasure and pain.

Old memories flooded both of them — the nights they had spent together before Rahul returned, the way he used to fuck her for hours, the way she used to scream his name, legs wrapped around him, begging for more.

“Why did you choose to hurt me?” he growled between brutal thrusts, voice cracking with tears. “Why did you cheat me… hide everything from me… protect him even when you knew?”

Anandhi moaned loudly, her body betraying her completely. Her hips started moving to meet his thrusts even as fresh tears rolled down her temples.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” she kept whispering between broken moans, her walls fluttering and clenching around his thick cock, sucking him deeper with every stroke.
Suriya fucked her harder, his heavy balls slapping against her ass, his tears mixing with sweat on her breasts. He leaned down again, sucking and biting her nipples, leaving them red and swollen.

Her pussy clenched tighter around him, sucking him deeper, wetter, hotter with every brutal thrust.

The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding — skin slapping skin, her loud, broken moans, and his pained, angry groans.

Anandhi came first — hard and violent. Her walls spasmed violently around his cock, milking him as she screamed his name, her entire body shaking, tears streaming down her face.

Suriya didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own release, his cock swelling even thicker inside her.

“I’m going to fill you,” he growled, voice breaking with emotion. “Take every drop… like you used to.”

With a final, deep, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard.
Anandhi felt it — an ocean of hot, thick sperm flooding deep inside her. Pulse after pulse, rope after rope, filling her completely. The warmth spread through her womb, overflowing and leaking out around his cock, dripping down her thighs in thick, creamy strands.

Suriya collapsed on top of her, still buried deep, his tears falling onto her neck as he held her tightly, breathing ragged.


Anandhi finally gave a deep breath... she wanted soem minute..
But Suriya didn’t stop.

Even as he came, he kept moving, his cock still hard inside her. Tears continued to fall from his eyes as he slowly pulled out, his cum dripping from her pussy.

He flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion.
Anandhi’s face pressed into the pillow. “Suriya… wait…”
He didn’t wait.

He made her fall forward, grabbed her hips, and pushed his still-hard cock against her ass.

With a deep grunt, he thrust into her tight ass in one powerful stroke.

“Aaahhh!” Anandhi screamed, her body jerking forward. The pain mixed with a strange, forbidden pleasure.

Suriya bent down, catching her chin roughly and turning her face toward him.

“Have you not even felt love for me even once?” he asked, voice breaking with pain as he pushed deeper into her ass. “Am I become invisible after my arrest?”

Anandhi shouted again, “Aaaahhh…!”
Then, through her tears, she smiled in bitter irony.

“Do you think without love I bailed you out?” she gasped.
Suriya froze mid-thrust, stunned.
“What? You… bailed me out?”

Anandhi turned her head fully to look at him, tears streaming down her face.
“Yes… it was me.”

Suriya was completely stunned. He felt himself so small before her in that moment.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 121: Twist - Anandhi is the savior. 

Suriya froze mid-thrust, stunned.
His cock was still buried deep inside her ass, pulsing, but all movement stopped.
“What? You… bailed me out?”

Anandhi turned her head fully to look at him, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the sweat and saliva on her skin.
“Yes… it was me.”

Suriya was completely stunned. He felt himself so small before her in that moment — a man who had just brutally claimed her body in anger and revenge, only to discover she had been the silent savior all along.

He slowly pulled out of her ass, his cock still hard and glistening. He turned her onto her back with surprisingly gentle hands this time.
“Tell me the truth,” he demanded, voice hoarse with emotion, tears still falling from his eyes. “Tell me everything.”
Anandhi lay there, breathing heavily, tears still falling, but her eyes were now soft with guilt and something deeper. Fresh tears kept coming from her eyes, each one hitting Suriya like a nail in the chest.

Suriya knelt before her on the bed, his hands gently cupping her tear-streaked face.
“What happened? Did you really bail me out? You really cared for me? How?”

Anandhi wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her voice trembling as she spoke.

[Chapter 101 - Hinted]

“Back then… I sensed Rahul and Madhavan were up to something. I thought you were wrongly framed. When I realised it was Rahul behind it, I couldn’t digest it. I didn’t want to break my family… at the same time, I didn’t want you to suffer. So I put on a drama — I told everyone I lost my gold chain. But I went to the jewel shop, sold it, and got a big amount of cash. Through our old neighbour, I arranged your bail. I resumed my life happily, thinking you would get out and soon start your own life again. But I never knew you would come all the way back, tracking everything… You doubted my love, it’s okay. You may think I cheated you, you may think I detached or threw you away. But in reality, I did what was best for us — as a family, as a couple, as for the kids. I didn’t show it outside because I thought if you knew it was me who helped you, you would come back thinking we may resume our love and life. In my deep heart, I did love you… but guilt always overlapped my love for you. That’s why I could never be 100% sure I loved you.”

Suriya broke down completely.

He felt shameful — he had treated her like a prize to be won in a bet, like an object for his petty revenge, when this woman had done so much for him in silence.

Tears poured down his face as he whispered, “I don’t know… I want to apologise. I want to ask sorry. You can even beat me, I don’t care… I deserve it…”

Anandhi stopped him gently, placing her fingers on his lips.

“If you want to do something that will make me excuse you… I don’t want your apology. I need a simple promise — that you won’t hurt Rahul or this family, or try to break this setup.”

Suriya looked at her, his face hidden in his hands for a moment, overwhelmed with shame.

Anandhi moved toward him. Instead of looking at him with hatred, she grabbed his face, pulled him close, and hugged him tightly.
“I’m sorry… it was me who led to all this mess,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Just promise me… let’s forget this. You need not run anywhere. Be here, with me, with this family. But remember… you promised me you will never harm this family or the setup.”
Suriya shook his head in acceptance, still crying silently against her shoulder.

Anandhi pulled him back onto the bed. They stayed completely nude, embracing each other tightly for a long time. Skin against skin, hearts beating together, tears slowly drying on their faces.

No more words were spoken.
Just two broken souls holding each other in the quiet aftermath of truth, guilt, pain… and a fragile, unexpected tenderness.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 122: The Fragile Dawn


The storm of truth and raw sex, the house felt strangely quiet.

Suriya woke up an hour later, his body still aching from the intensity of what they did an hour back. He looked at Anandhi sleeping beside him — her hair messy, lips slightly swollen, body marked with the evidence of their passion. A fresh wave of guilt hit him hard.

He dressed quietly and decided he couldn’t disturb her anymore. When she stirred and opened her eyes, he spoke first, voice heavy.
“I think I should leave. I’ve caused enough damage. I’ll find somewhere else to stay.”

Anandhi sat up, pulling the sheet over her bare chest. Her eyes were soft but determined.

“No,” she said firmly. “Stay here for some days. Don’t run away now. Marry someone later … but now stay here... Stay.” i have a lot to say (she was thinking about revealing Aara's birth secret., but she thought this is not right time)

Suriya didn’t answer. He just looked at her, eyes full of shame and lingering desire.

Anandhi moved closer, cupped his face, and kissed him — slow, emotional, full of unspoken forgiveness and longing. The kiss quickly deepened. Their bodies remembered each other too well. Within minutes, they were tangled again on the bed.

This time the sex was slower, more tender, yet still hungry. Suriya moved inside her with deep, deliberate strokes, whispering “I’m sorry” between every thrust. Anandhi held him close, legs wrapped around his waist, moaning softly as tears slipped from her eyes.
They came together — quiet, intense, emotionally overwhelming.

Afterward, they bathed together. The shower was gentle. Suriya washed her body with care, his hands lingering on every bruise and scratch he had left. Anandhi did the same for him, tracing the old scars on his chest with her fingertips. No words were needed. Just water, touch, and the quiet understanding that they were both broken and trying to heal.

For the sake of the children and the fragile family structure, they made a silent agreement: they would try to live normally during the day.
Suriya threw himself into the gym business. He helped with household chores, played with Rohan and Riya like the perfect “Periyappa,” and even shared meals with Rahul without any visible tension. To the outside world, everything looked peaceful.

But the passion between them refused to die.

Every night, after Rahul and the kids slept, Anandhi would slip into Suriya’s room. What started as “just talking” quickly turned into desperate, secret Kisses.. They couldn’t stay away from each other. Their bodies craved the connection they had denied for so long.

Over the days, Anandhi noticed something troubling — Suriya was becoming extremely withdrawn and guilt-ridden. He avoided initiating physical contact. Whenever they met at night, he would repeatedly tell her, “I don’t deserve your forgiveness… I don’t deserve you.”

Anandhi consoled him every night — gentle hugs, forehead kisses, soft words of reassurance. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

One night, the consolation turned passionate.

They had slow, emotional, tear-filled sex. Suriya moved inside her with deep, reverent strokes, whispering “I’m sorry” against her lips with every thrust. Anandhi held him close, her legs wrapped around him, tears slipping from her eyes as pleasure and guilt mixed inside her.

In the middle of it, she whispered against his mouth, “I still love you… even after everything.”

It was the first time she openly admitted her love.

Suriya froze for a moment, then broke down completely. He cried in her arms while still buried deep inside her, his body shaking with quiet sobs.
“I promise I’ll be better,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I promise.”

They stayed like that for a long time — joined, crying, holding each other.
The paternity secret about Aara still remained unspoken.

Anandhi had planned to tell him that night, but seeing him so broken, so vulnerable, she couldn’t bring herself to add more weight to his heart.
She kissed his forehead gently and held him tighter.

Not tonight, she thought. Soon… but not tonight.

The dangerous love between them was growing stronger with every secret night, even as the weight of the last remaining truth hung silently in the air.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 123: The Secret Life


Rahul was completely absorbed in the final preparations for the new shop. The completion was just days away, and he spent long hours there, overseeing every detail with excitement and pride.

Meanwhile, the love between Suriya and Anandhi had reached a new, dangerous level.

Every night, after Rahul and the children slept, Anandhi would slip quietly into Suriya’s room. What began as emotional conversations and guilty consolation quickly evolved into something deeper — a passionate, secret affair filled with laughter, smiles, kisses, and raw desire.

They forgot the pain and sorrows of the past, at least for those stolen hours. They laughed softly about old memories, smiled at each other with unspoken understanding, kissed with growing hunger, and loved each other with a freedom they had never allowed themselves before.

Sometimes, while lying naked in his arms after intense lovemaking, Anandhi would whisper against his chest, “I like this… I wish it could remain the same. My heart for Rahul… my body for you… and a little share of my heart for you too.”

Suriya would stroke her hair gently and reply, “I would be glad with whatever I get. I’m not greedy anymore.”
Their secret nights became a beautiful, addictive routine — tender one moment, wild and passionate the next.
A day before the grand opening of the new shop, the evening felt charged with unspoken tension.

Rahul was beaming with happiness, talking animatedly about the launch. Suriya smiled and said he was genuinely happy for the success. Anandhi sat quietly, feeling grateful that the family appeared normal on the surface.

In the kitchen, while Rahul was busy on a call, Anandhi leaned close to Suriya’s ear and whispered seductively, “Tonight… you will have a treat from me.”
Suriya’s eyes darkened with anticipation.

After Rahul and the children went to bed, Anandhi, as usual, slipped quietly into Suriya’s room.
Due to over-excitement about the shop opening, Rahul could not sleep. He lay staring at the wall clock, mind racing with last-minute thoughts. After some time, he realised Anandhi had not come to bed yet.

He got up, went to the hall — she wasn’t there. He checked the study room. The PC was back in its place. Curious whether it was working properly for billing at the new shop, he switched it on.
As the screen lit up, Rahul froze.

All his old schemas, hidden files, and the evidence he thought he had deleted were right there — neatly organized.
His heart pounded. How does this end up here?
He panicked. Does Suriya know everything? From when? How?

He quickly shut down the PC and decided to go upstairs to check on Anandhi.


As he climbed the stairs, a soft giggle reached his ears.

Rahul stopped mid-step. The sound came from Suriya’s room.

He moved closer, footsteps silent, heart pounding louder with every step. The door was slightly ajar, but not enough to see inside. He leaned forward and peeked through the keyhole, holding his breath.
What he saw shattered him completely.

Anandhi was standing near the door, slowly undressing herself with a seductive smile. She pulled the nightdress over her head and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked underneath — her full breasts, smooth curves, and the soft glow of her skin illuminated by the bedside lamp.

Suriya was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a black V-cut brief, watching her with dark, hungry eyes.
“What are you doing?” Suriya asked, his voice low and teasing.

Anandhi smiled seductively. “It’s a gift for you… for forgetting revenge, for helping Rahul… and for myself, for protecting this beautiful family.”
Rahul’s world tilted.

He watched in stunned horror as Anandhi walked sexily toward the bed, her naked body moving with confidence. She climbed onto the bed, knelt in front of Suriya, and pulled his brief down, freeing his hard cock.
Without hesitation, she took him straight into her mouth.
Rahul couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

His wife — the mother of his children — was on her knees, willingly sucking Suriya’s cock with obvious hunger. Suriya gently held her head and began face-fucking her, pushing deeper into her throat. Anandhi’s eyes looked up at him with love and lust, her cheeks hollowing as she took him eagerly.
Rahul stood frozen in the dark hallway, unable to move, unable to breathe.
What I thought was over… has started again.
He is here again.
Now he knows the truth.

And now he is claiming her.
The woman Rahul thought was his… was giving herself completely to the man he had once destroyed.

Rahul’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His heart was breaking, but his eyes could not look away from the keyhole.

The secret life they had built was no longer hidden from him.

And everything was about to change.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 124: The Gift


Inside the room, the air was thick with desire and raw emotion.

Anandhi knelt on the bed, completely naked, her full breasts swaying gently as she took Suriya’s hard cock deeper into her mouth. She sucked him with slow, loving strokes, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting him, worshipping him.
Suriya groaned softly, his hand gently holding her hair. “Anandhi… you don’t have to…”

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening. “Tonight is my gift to you. For forgetting revenge… for helping Rahul… and for myself, for protecting this beautiful family.”



She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, relaxing her throat and letting him slide all the way in. Suriya’s head fell back, a low moan escaping him.
Anandhi moved with purpose — sucking, licking, stroking him with her hand while her mouth worked him. Her breasts bounced lightly with every movement. She wanted him to feel loved, desired, and completely hers in this moment.

After a few minutes, Suriya gently pulled her up, laid her on the bed, and climbed on top of her. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss — tongues dancing, breaths mingling, years of longing pouring out.

He kissed down her neck, sucking on her collarbone, then moved to her breasts. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently while his hand massaged the other. Anandhi arched her back, moaning softly, her fingers threading through his hair.

Suriya moved lower, kissing her stomach, her thighs, and finally buried his face between her legs. His tongue licked her slowly, teasing her clit, tasting her wetness. Anandhi’s hips bucked against his mouth, her moans growing louder.

When she was trembling and close, he moved back up, positioned himself between her thighs, and pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust.

“Aaaahhh…” Anandhi cried out, her walls clenching around him.

Suriya groaned, burying himself to the hilt. He began moving — slow at first, then deeper, harder, more passionate. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, skin slapping skin, breaths mingling, moans filling the room.

Anandhi wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I love this… I love you inside me…”

Suriya kissed her deeply as he thrust, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. Their eyes locked — full of love, guilt, passion, and forgiveness.

They came together — Anandhi crying out his name, her body shaking with pleasure, Suriya groaning as he filled her once again with hot, thick spurts of cum.

They stayed joined for a long time, breathing heavily, holding each other tightly.
Anandhi looked up at him, her voice soft and sincere.

“Thanks…”

Suriya brushed a strand of hair from her face, still inside her. “For what?”
“For keeping the promise… for not harming Rahul.”

She paused, her eyes searching his. “Rahul had reasons to do what he did. He doesn’t like anyone sharing me or the family. He did what a man had to do for his family. Imagine a role reversal… think you are my husband and you gave me to Rahul because of some experiment… and then you realise you are fine. Will you leave me as it is or try to claim me?”

Suriya stayed silent for a moment, then said quietly, “I understand you. No need to teach me these things.”

Anandhi continued gently, “Rahul went a bit too much… he tried to destroy you because he couldn’t stand seeing me being claimed by someone else. Please… this has to stay between us.”

Suriya looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “I promise.”
He sealed the promise with a deep, lingering kiss — slow, emotional, full of forgiveness and lingering passion.

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Outside the door, Rahul stood frozen in the dark hallway.

He had seen everything through the keyhole — the undressing, the oral, the passionate sex, the tender conversation afterward.
He could not confront them.

He could not burst in.
He feared if he showed them he knew everything, they would look at him as small, weak, pathetic.

So he stood there, heart shattered, fists clenched, tears burning in his eyes.
He decided to slide this off for now… and plan something that would put Suriya away — quietly, permanently.

The secret was no longer a secret to him.
And the family he thought was his… was never truly his again.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 125: The Launch and Unasked Farewell


The next morning, the entire family, including the children, gathered at the launch venue of the new gym shop. The atmosphere was festive — balloons, music, and a small crowd of well-wishers. Rahul stood proudly at the center, cutting the ribbon with a wide smile.

Anandhi stood beside him, holding his hand tightly, looking every bit the supportive wife. She smiled for the cameras, laughed at the right moments, and played the perfect role.
But Rahul’s mind was in turmoil.

Deep down, he was still reeling from what he had witnessed the previous night through the keyhole — his wife undressing for Suriya, taking him in her mouth, moaning in pleasure. The images refused to leave his head. Yet here she was, holding his hand as if nothing had happened, with no visible fear or guilt on her face.

It infuriated him.
He gently excused himself from her hold, muttering something about checking the sound system, and walked over to Madhavan, who was standing near the refreshments.

“Did Anandhi and Suriya look suspicious to you at all?” Rahul asked in a low voice, trying to sound casual.
Madhavan raised an eyebrow. “Not at all. I couldn’t see them sharing even a single eye contact. They’ve been decent all this while. Why? Did something happen again?”
Rahul forced a smile. “No… nothing.”

Madhavan patted his shoulder reassuringly. “You’re overthinking, my friend. They are decent people. They’re keeping it good for the family. They don’t seem to consider that way anymore.”
Rahul nodded, but his eyes kept drifting back to Anandhi.

Only he remembered how they had been tangled in passionate, intense sex just hours ago.
He was quietly wondering how Anandhi and he were putting on such a flawless act — like they had no bond, no tie, not even a small friendship. Not a single lingering glance. It was almost impressive.

After the party ended and the guests left, the core group — Rahul, Madhavan, Suriya, and Anandhi — sat down for a quiet lunch at a nearby restaurant.

During the meal, Suriya broke the news casually, as if it were just another business update.

“As the shop is now open and running smoothly, I’ll be heading to Chennai this week and then to Mumbai next. I may come back only once a year from now on.”

The table fell silent.
Rahul’s fork paused mid-air. How can he move away after so much intense sex last night? dont he miss her?
he also question himself is that a farewell sex like how she did to him when she assumed him as Jeeva?

Anandhi’s face went pale for a split second. She hadn’t known he had such a plan.
Suriya looked directly at Anandhi’s eyes as he continued, “It’s good for all.”

Rahul got the cue immediately. He is moving away to keep the family intact.
For the sake of appearances, Rahul asked, “What is good for all?”

Suriya smiled calmly. “I mean it’s good for every shop… all locations need me on the ground.”
Madhavan asked, “What about the new house you built here?”

Suriya took a deep breath. “Initially I planned to settle here. But I don’t think it’s possible anymore… with me understanding something.”
Madhavan leaned forward. “What do you understand?”

Suriya replied smoothly, “I mean I understand that business needs me in multiple locations.”
He then added softly, “Let me build it. Let the kids use it when they grow up. If I want, I’ll visit them often — like once a year. And the house will be used that time. If not, let me sell it.”

None of them could fully get into terms with the decision.
Rahul realised Anandhi was torn inside. Her face reactions said everything — the slight tremble in her lips, the way her eyes flickered with unspoken pain.

Rahul wanted to do something — to shut Suriya down once and for all — but the decision seemed too easy, too clean. He decided to confront Anandhi at least before Suriya left the town.
The lunch ended with forced smiles and polite goodbyes.

That night, after the children slept, Rahul finally found a moment alone with Anandhi in their bedroom.
He closed the door and looked at her, his voice low but edged with barely contained anger and hurt.
“Anandhi… we need to talk.”

Anandhi turned to him, her expression calm on the surface, but her heart was pounding.
The fragile peace they had been pretending to live in was about to crack.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 126: The Final Confession


That same night, after the children had gone to sleep, Rahul finally found Anandhi alone in their bedroom.
He closed the door behind him with a soft but firm click. The room felt smaller than usual.

Anandhi was sitting on the edge of the bed, still in her nightdress. She looked up at him, sensing the storm in his eyes.
Rahul didn’t waste time. His voice was low, but edged with hurt and barely contained anger.
“Why does Suriya suddenly want to leave? What happened between you two?”

Anandhi lied smoothly at first, her voice calm and measured. “Nothing happened. He just thinks it’s better for business if he focuses on the other branches. It’s good for all of us.”

Rahul’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, his eyes burning with pain.
“Don’t lie to me, Anandhi. I’m not blind.”

The anger and raw hurt in his voice made her crack. She looked down for a moment, then met his gaze, her own eyes glistening.
“Suriya knows the truth about the framing,” she admitted quietly. “He knows you were behind it. But I swear… I am protecting this family. I’ve been trying to keep everything together.”

The argument turned emotional and heated within seconds.

Rahul’s voice rose, trembling with betrayal. “Protecting the family? By meeting him every night? By still having feelings for him?”
Anandhi defended herself, her voice shaking. “I never said I don’t have feelings for him. Yes, I care for him. I love him too… but it doesn’t come at the cost of our relationship. I chose you every time.”

Rahul laughed bitterly, pain flashing across his face. “You chose me? Then why does it feel like you’re still choosing him?”
Anandhi stayed calm at first, but the weight of everything finally pushed her to the edge.
Rahul’s voice cracked as he demanded, “Choose once and for all, Anandhi. Him or me?”
He stormed toward the door, unable to stay in the room any longer.

Anandhi’s heart broke watching him walk away.

She quickly got up, rushed after him, and grabbed his arm before he could leave the bedroom. She dragged him back inside and closed the door again.
“I’m sorry… I was mistaken,” she said, voice trembling.
Rahul turned around angrily, eyes red with pain and fury.

“I saw you two together!” he shouted, no longer able to hold back. “Through the keyhole. I saw everything — you undressing for him, you on your knees for him. How could you?”
Anandhi didn’t deny it. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and said softly, “I’m sorry… but I have something else which you think I don’t know.”

Anandhi stayed calm at first, then dropped the bomb.
“I know Aara is not your biological daughter. I’ve known for months. I hid it. I sabotaged Suriya’s investigation. I lied to him — all to protect your image as her father and as the head of this family.”
Rahul was completely stunned and silenced. He sat down heavily on the bed, speechless, his face pale as if all the blood had drained from it.

Anandhi continued softly, her voice steady despite the tears forming in her eyes.

“I chose you every time, even when it hurt Suriya. So how could you question my loyalty? Don’t you see what I’m doing? I don’t deny it — yes, I have feelings for him. I love him too… but it doesn’t come at the cost of our relationship. Initially I didn’t want to do any of this… but looking back, we did a lot that hurt him. Let him at least have these memories. Please…”

Rahul didn’t think this would come to this end. He sat there, staring at the floor, completely devastated.

Anandhi knelt in front of him and took his hands in hers. “I can do anything for you… but don’t do anything that puts your image at risk. You are a good man. Don’t turn evil. We will slowly withdraw ourselves. We will try… and Suriya too, I think, will understand.”

and please understand Suriya deserves a love too. and dont he need to know aara is his baby? we should not be this cruel she said. 

Rahul didn’t utter a single word.

He was devastated. Tears filled his eyes. Anandhi’s eyes also welled up. They both cried silently — him from betrayal and heartbreak, her from guilt and exhaustion.

Finally, Rahul turned to his back, facing away from her, tears still slipping down his face. he said gone is gone but never try to tell him Aara is his baby.
He slept like that — broken, silent, and shattered.

Anandhi lay beside him, staring at the ceiling, knowing the fragile peace they had been pretending to live in had finally cracked wide open. but deep inside she decided she should tell Suriya about the secret. 

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Chapter 127: The Breaking Point


Despite Rahul’s warning and tears the previous night, Anandhi woke up with a quiet, burning determination.

She had decided: today she would tell Suriya the full truth — that Aara was his biological daughter. No more delays. No more hiding. She owed him that much after everything.

She planned a private moment — perhaps in the evening when Rahul was at the shop and the kids were playing outside. She rehearsed the words in her mind while making breakfast, her hands slightly unsteady.

But mishaps kept interrupting.
Rahul stayed home longer than expected, complaining about a headache and lingering over coffee. The children were unusually clingy — Riya wanted help with homework, Rohan demanded stories. Every time Anandhi tried to slip away, someone called her back.

By afternoon, her anxiety had grown into a tight knot in her chest. She kept glancing at the clock, heart racing.

In the evening, she finally managed a brief moment. Suriya was in the backyard checking something on his phone. Anandhi walked up to him, her voice low and urgent.

“Suriya… I need to tell you something important. About Aara—”
Suriya sensed the seriousness in her tone. He put his phone away and looked at her directly. “What is it? You look scared.”

Anandhi took a deep breath, her lips parting to speak the words she had held for so long.
But before she could say anything, Rahul suddenly appeared from the side door, carrying a file.

“Anandhi, have you seen the new shop documents?” he asked, his voice casual but his eyes flicking suspiciously between them.

Anandhi froze. Suriya’s gaze sharpened — he could sense she was hiding something big.
The moment was lost.

Anandhi stood there, torn between her promise to be truthful and the fear of what revealing the secret right now would do to everyone.

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Next day morning, Anandhi could no longer wait.

She decided to drive herself to meet Suriya at a quiet spot near the new gym site and tell him everything about Aara. She told Rahul she was going to buy groceries and slipped out.

Rahul, however, had been watching her closely. Suspicion and pain from the previous night made him follow her in another car, keeping distance at first.
When their locations converged on a quiet stretch of road, Rahul accelerated and tried to block her way, wanting to force her to stop and talk.
But in his haste, he misjudged the distance.

There was a small dent — a sudden scbang of metal. Anandhi’s car swerved violently.
The car overturned.
It was the same location where Suriya happened to be driving back from a site visit.
Looking at her car flipping and landing on its side, Suriya’s heart stopped.
He slammed on the brakes and ran toward the wreckage at full speed.
Fuel was pouring out from the damaged tank, the sharp smell filling the air. The driver’s door was jammed shut.

Rahul stumbled out of his own car, shouting and crying, “Anandhi! No!”
People from nearby shops gathered quickly, holding Rahul back as he tried to rush toward the car, fearing it might explode.
Suriya didn’t hesitate.

He ran straight to the overturned car, used all his might to smash the glass window with his elbow. Blood immediately started flowing from the cuts on his arm, but he didn’t stop.
He reached inside, unbuckled Anandhi’s seatbelt, and carefully pulled her out of the wreckage, holding her limp body against his chest.

Anandhi was passed out, blood on her forehead, but breathing.
The crowd murmured loudly, “That man in the other car chased her! He is the culprit!”

Suriya, still holding Anandhi protectively, turned to the crowd and said firmly, “He is her husband. He has no bad motives. Please stay back.”

A little later, when the ambulance arrived and Anandhi was being taken to the hospital, Suriya walked over to Rahul, who was standing frozen, face pale with guilt.
Suriya’s arm was bleeding, but his voice was steady.
“What’s the issue, Rahul? Tell me everything.”

Rahul looked at him, eyes filled with a mix of shame, anger, and devastation. He decided in that moment to confront Suriya and blame him for everything that had gone wrong.

The truth was about to explode in the worst possible way.

[Bobby1134]

Awesome twist.. waiting for the update...

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 128: The Last Secret


At the hospital, Anandhi was unconscious but stable.

The doctors had assured them there was no major internal injury — only a concussion and some bruises from the accident. She was kept under observation in a private room.

Rahul and Suriya sat in the waiting area outside, the silence between them thick and suffocating.

Rahul was consumed by guilt. He knew he had caused the accident. He had chased her car out of jealousy and fear. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the moment her car swerved and flipped. His hands were still shaking.

Suriya sat beside him, his left arm bleeding from the deep cuts he got while smashing the car window to pull Anandhi out. Blood had soaked through the makeshift cloth he had tied around it. The nurses had asked him multiple times to get it treated, but he refused.

“I’m not moving until I know she is okay,” he said firmly, eyes fixed on the door of Anandhi’s room.
Rahul couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He broke down, voice cracking as tears filled his eyes.
“I framed you… I was the one who set up the supplier fraud. I saw you two together that night through the keyhole. I saw everything. I was the one who chased her car today. I was angry… jealous… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Suriya listened in complete silence, his face calm but his eyes dark.

After Rahul finished, Suriya spoke quietly, almost gently.
“I already knew.”
Rahul looked up, stunned.
Suriya continued, “I knew about the framing. I knew you were behind it. I’ve known for a while.”

Rahul’s shoulders slumped. He wiped his tears roughly and asked in a broken voice, “Then why are you still here? Just leave the family alone. Please.”
Suriya looked at the closed door of Anandhi’s room, his voice steady but heavy.
“I will… but only after I know she is safe.”

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Anandhi regained consciousness a few hours later.

Her head throbbed, and her body ached, but she was awake. Both Rahul and Suriya were by her bedside — Rahul sitting on a chair close to her, Suriya standing a little farther away, his bandaged arm visible.

She looked between them, sensing the heavy, suffocating atmosphere in the room.
Anandhi took a weak breath and spoke, her voice hoarse but clear.
“Aara is Suriya’s daughter.”
The words landed like a bomb.
Both men froze.

Rahul’s face went pale. Suriya’s eyes widened slightly, though he had suspected it.
Anandhi’s eyes filled with tears as she continued, her voice breaking.
“I tried to protect everyone… but I ended up hurting all of us.”
The room fell into a heavy silence.

Rahul sat motionless, staring at the floor. Suriya stood still, processing the truth he had long suspected but never heard confirmed.

Anandhi cried quietly, the weight of all her secrets finally spoken aloud.
The fragile balance they had been trying to maintain had finally shattered.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 129: Suriya's Request 


The hospital room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence after Anandhi’s revelation.
Rahul sat frozen on the chair beside the bed, his face pale, eyes wide with shock. He looked like a man who had just been told his entire world was built on sand.
Suriya stood a few steps away, stunned, but trying to keep his composure. His bandaged arm hung at his side, forgotten.

Anandhi, still weak from the accident, lay against the pillows, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. Her voice was hoarse but steady as she explained through the tears.

“I hid it for so long… to protect Rahul’s image as her father and to keep this family intact. I didn’t want Aara to grow up in confusion or pain. I thought if I buried the truth deep enough, we could all move forward.”

Suriya processed the news calmly on the surface, but his eyes betrayed deep emotion. He moved closer, knelt beside Anandhi’s bed, and asked softly, “Does Rahul know this?”

Anandhi nodded, more tears falling. “Yes… he knows. He hides it… but please, calm down. Don’t steal her. Don’t punish him.”

She shook her head, crying harder. “I tried to protect everyone… but I ended up hurting you the most.”

Suriya stayed quiet for a long moment, then spoke with quiet resolve.
“I don’t want to claim Aara publicly. I will respect Rahul as her father. But I ask for one thing only — the right to love her as ‘Periyappa’ and be part of her life quietly.”
Anandhi broke down completely, her shoulders shaking with guilt.  I’m so sorry…”

Suriya gently took her hand, his thumb stroking the back of it.

“We both made mistakes,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “But Aara should not pay for them. Let her have two siblings. Let her have a father and mother. Let me visit her as Periyappa. Somewhere deep down, let my connection still be there. Earlier I had no reasons to stay… but now I do. Don’t worry — I won’t stay here permanently. But I will visit often… for her.”

After the initial shock subsided a little, Suriya asked Rahul quietly for a few minutes alone with Anandhi.

Rahul hesitated, then stepped outside the room, standing just beyond the door.
Suriya turned back to Anandhi. His voice was soft, without anger. “I’m not angry. I understand why you hid it. You were trying to protect the family you built.”

He paused, then added with quiet vulnerability, “I ask for one thing only — the chance to hold Aara as her real father at least once in private. Just once.”
Anandhi agreed through fresh tears, nodding slowly.

They shared a tender, emotional moment. Suriya leaned closer and whispered, “Thank you… for bailing me out. For protecting me when no one else did.”
Anandhi’s hand tightened around his. For a brief moment, the years of pain, guilt, and love hung between them in silence.

Outside the door, Rahul stood watching through the small window, his heart sinking.
He realised, with painful clarity, that he may have to share his family in ways he had never imagined.

The fragile balance they had been fighting to maintain had finally shifted — and none of them knew what the new normal would look like.