Adultery Husband's Controlled Fantasy, Wife's Dilemma - Part I & II

[heygiwriter]

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Chapter 100 - New Doubt, New Dawn, New Story.

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Wait how did you got all this? 


Suresh lied: “Instead of copying an image, I downloaded from his mobile. I copied the entire gallery and this caught my eyes…”

Sneha could not believe it. She wanted to stop all this nonsense. She felt a relationship travelling with doubt and no trust would collapse…
But she valued Gowtham higher than anything. She felt it was her duty to clarify the doubt in him.
She said, “If this is what is bugging you, let’s ask him. Let’s confront him. I’m with you…”

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Lovely 100th episode.... Congratulations! Please continue the same way! 

Should it be Suresh instead of Gowtham in the above highlighted sentence? Please check...

Also, you had promised 3-4 episodes marathon yesterday, once you start writing.... just a gentle reminder   
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Yes i have edited its Suresh

[me.you]

Lovely 100th episode.... Congratulations! Please continue the same way! 

Should it be Suresh instead of Gowtham in the above highlighted sentence? Please check...

Also, you had promised 3-4 episodes marathon yesterday, once you start writing.... just a gentle reminder   

Yes i have edited its Suresh
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OMG, My breath came back. I thought she is thinking about Gowtham..

[SrikanthY]

Beautiful!!

I like the way Sneha was reluctant during the morning shower sex as Suresh's words were echoing in her mind.... good thought! Another thoughtful narration is - Sneha didn't get convinced so easily as soon as Suresh explained his suspicions. This has started interest in her character.

But - during the hill station night, when Suresh returned late to the room and saying that he was kidnapped, Sneha believed that was a stupid excuse and pretended to check for any injuries on his body. Now when Suresh explaining that it was a real incident, she didn't get disturbed even for a minute (as she really cares for her husband) nor felt bad for Suresh that he could not come back in time and stop Gowtham claiming her.  This looks to be the only lose end here. Snippet of the hill station episode is given below for your quick reference:

[SecretFan]

Excellent 100th episode...Wishing to see another 100 more gripping episodes ahead!

Very interesting comments by couple of audience here. It shows how deeply the audience got engaged and how keenly they are observing every point... This is truly a writer's success!!

[Ajay Kailash]

Looks like Gowtham not going to his home at all. Does he not have parents to visit him. He did not go to his hometown as well. He is like another husband for Sneha. May unwanted guest for suresh and much wanted guest for sneha. You are rocking and setting high standards for the story. Hats off.

[laestat]

Dismissive nature of Sneha, as felt by Suresh.. very similar thing in my life, although a different scenario.
Awesome writing

[JohnS112]

She is defending Gowtham on one hand…and saying nothing means more than Suresh on other hand….

Irony….

And her husband got kidnapped and she is not worried….bet she is liking the sex more than ordinary husband wife love….

Awesome narration and writing…pl continue

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 101 - The Weight of the Past


But before he could speak, his boss asked casually, “How is Varsha doing? My ex-boss’s daughter…”

Gowtham was taken aback. I wanted to throw her out but he is enquiring?!! Will he accept my decision..?


His boss continued with a serious tone, “She has gone through a lot. You never know the hardships she’s faced…”


Mr. Prakash — leaned back in his chair and said quietly,
“Sit down, Gowtham. Before you submit that report, I want to tell you something about Varsha. Actually, I’ve been meaning to speak about her for a while, but I never found the right time.”


Gowtham paused, surprised. He sat.
Mr. Prakash looked out the window for a moment, as if gathering old memories.



“Varsha is the daughter of my ex-boss, Mr. Ashok. He was a visionary. He married a Tamil woman — one of our colleagues — almost 28 years ago. I had a long working relationship with him…”




“My ex-boss, Ashok, was once the respected Managing Director of a large manufacturing conglomerate. He was known across the industry for his honesty. He refused to indulge in the shady ‘under-the-table’ deals his junior partners kept pushing. 
Those partners felt threatened by his principles. So they framed him in a massive financial scam, forged documents, and got him removed overnight. The family lost everything — their luxury home, cars, reputation, savings… everything.”
He paused, voice turning heavier.



“I was one of those subordinates who failed him. We all needed a better boat to sail through… I didn’t keep in touch for a long time. But back then, when I was working under him, I used to visit his house often. Varsha — Ashok's eldest daughter — used to call me ‘Uncle’. She was a bright, cheerful girl studying in 6th grade at the time. She’s all grown up now… I couldn’t even recognise her when I first saw her again.”
”

He looked directly at Gowtham.

“I actually met her in three different places in the last few months. First, she delivered a food parcel when I was at a client meeting. She was crazily demanding tips — that’s how she caught my attention. Then I saw her working the night shift at a medical shop the same week. She said she didn’t have change and kept the extra ten rupees. And one morning while jogging, I saw her selling salads on the roadside. Her prices were ridiculously high, but I was impressed by her hard work. I bought a salad from her one day and started a conversation. When I asked her name and her father’s name… that’s when I realised she was Ashok's daughter.”


He sighed deeply.


Upon further conversation i realised. Few years back “Ashok suffered a stroke from the stress and became bedridden. Varsha dropped her final year of MBA to support the family.

She has been working three jobs while taking care of her ailing father, her younger brother, and sister. She demands extra tips when delivering food, lies about ‘no change’ in shops to get ten rupees more… She is smart, Gowtham. Very smart. But life has made her ruthless. She has this burning resentment toward powerful men and a dangerous ‘ends justify the means’ attitude.”
Mr. Prakash leaned forward.

“I offered her this trainee position out of guilt and respect for her father — the man who once mentored me. I wanted to repay him by giving his daughter a chance to stand on her feet with dignity.”

He looked Gowtham straight in the eyes.


“She may look ambitious. She may trick you here and there. I know what you’ve been up to — I have people watching everyone. I won’t judge your decision… but she is different. She has her own battles. You are the most important asset I have here. Give her a second chance. When you give a second chance… don’t think bad of her. Train her better. Even if she fails the assessment again… do me a favour and find a way to keep her. Mold her. Give her the platform her father once gave me.”

Gowtham sat frozen.

All the cruelty he had shown Varsha — the tough questions, the sabotaged system, the public humiliation, the rigged assessment — suddenly felt heavy on his chest. He had vented his frustration on a girl who was already fighting a war he knew nothing about.


For the first time in many days, Gowtham felt genuine guilt.

He lowered his head slightly and said softly, “I… I didn’t know, Sir.”
Mr. Prakash nodded. “Now you do. Treat her fairly.”
Gowtham left the cabin with a strange heaviness in his heart. The same girl he had been trying to destroy… was the daughter of a man his boss still respected deeply.
He stood in the corridor for a long moment, staring at the assessment report in his hand.
For the first time, he wasn’t sure what to do next.

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Gowtham left his boss’s cabin with a strange heaviness in his chest. The assessment report felt heavier in his hand than before. He had walked in ready to destroy Varsha’s future, but now every cruel word and action he had taken against her echoed in his mind.


He went straight to his own cabin, closed the door, and sat down heavily. Even before I could complain, Sir wants me to protect her… The time ticked by. The office slowly emptied as people left for the day.

A soft knock broke the silence.

Varsha stepped in alone, closing the door behind her. Her eyes were red-rimmed but determined. She stood straight in front of his desk.
“Why are you giving me such a hard time?” she asked directly. “This job is important to me. That’s why I approached you earlier — I didn’t want to expose your behaviour to others. I admit I failed the test. Tell me straight… what do you need from me?”

Gowtham leaned back in his chair, surprised by her boldness. He decided to play with her a little.
“Can you offer anything? that i would reconsider....” he asked with a smirk.

Varsha took a deep breath. “I know what men like you usually demand.
I’ve never bowed down before… ask me anything else


Okay then tell me your offer, let me hear.. 
I will give you part of my salary from next month, how does that work?

Nope.. I need something special.. 

What do you need..? Ask me direct Varsha said in anger..
For a moment.. Gowtham lost all his humane value he had few minutes back.. 
His eyes roamed on her.. He actually does this to scare her and play with her.

He decided.. lets play with her and test her limits. 

He kept his eyes on her shirt and said 
May be just undo few buttons out there.. 

She looked at him for a moment.. 
He expected her to be shout in shock or scold him or even slap him but instead her face show something else like.. she was expecting this

She smirked finally.. 
With a great disappointment she shook her head, after all, all the men are same right..? 
She looked around for a moment.. she found a blind spot...

She pretend to keep the file on his table near his pc, but she kept her mobile phone camera recorded one and placed it in a way he cannot find it..


Varsha stood in front of him, breathing a little faster. Her fingers hovered over the fourth button of her shirt, hesitation clear in her eyes.

She was skeptical, unsure how far this would go, but the desperation to keep her job pushed her forward. She was determined to throw him out. before he throws her out.. she was like she is ready to drag him along with her out.

She was waiting for him to speak so the recorded can register his voice, that would be solid proof even, if part of them missed in video due to positioning.

Slowly, her fingers began to undo the button.
Gowtham lean forward as he speak... his voice low. “Looks like you have great experience in this…”

Varsha met his eyes with quiet defiance. “You and I are the same. You must have experience asking every woman who works under you. But I’m a fresher even in this… I’m starting with you Mr. Gowtham. She deliberately getting him into conversation for the record. 

The moment first button undone.. he could not believe.. she actually did it, for a second he sounded like a monster to himself. 

Gowtham’s smirk faded. A sudden wave of hesitation hit him. Wait… this is going too far, he thought. I was just playing with you.
He raised his hand holding the pen, intending to gesture “stop” before things escalated.

But in his haste, the pen slipped from his grip. The open ink cartridge tipped, and a thick blue-black drop of ink fell directly onto Varsha’s exposed cleavage, landing right in the soft valley between her breasts.


Varsha gasped, eyes widening in shock. “Oh shit…”

She immediately stepped back, looking down at the dark stain spreading on her skin and the edge of her bra.
“I’ll… I’ll wash it,” she muttered, flustered, and quickly moved toward the small attached washroom in his cabin.

Gowtham stood frozen for a second, then followed her instinctively. “Wait, I’m sorry — it was an accident…”


He pushed the washroom door open slightly, intending to apologize properly.
What he saw stopped him cold.

Varsha had removed her shirt completely and was standing in front of the sink in just her black bra. The ink had trickled down between her heavy, full breasts, staining the top edge of her bra. She was trying to wipe it off with wet tissue, causing her breasts to jiggle softly with every movement. The overhead light highlighted every curve — the smooth, fair skin, the deep cleavage, the way her breasts strained against the bra cups.

Gowtham’s mouth went dry. All the anger, frustration, and calculation from earlier melted away, replaced by raw, primal lust. Oh my goodness… fuck, he thought. All these days I saw her with hatred. But today she looked more gorgeous. How did i missed seeing her, how did my own eyes betrayed me too look the beauty before me.. She is GORGEOUS....


When the door creaked further under his pressure, Varsha saw him and panicked.

She shouted...... like the entire office can hear..

[RCF]

She is defending Gowtham on one hand…and saying nothing means more than Suresh on other hand….

Irony….

And her husband got kidnapped and she is not worried….bet she is liking the sex more than ordinary husband wife love….

Awesome narration and writing…pl continue

At the time of his kidnap she did not believe him and thought he was giving excuses for his timely not returning thinking he wanted her to have sex, now she knows he is safe and even if she believes he is kidnapped now he is fine. As for taking side with Gautham, her reactions are genuine and correct. 

Sneha first of all, doesn't believe Gautham is capable of something like that, and on top she always worrying that her husband is jealous or not liking her affair anymore after he initiated it. So partially those are the reason making her not believe Suresh's version plus she want more sex with Gautham and wanted her husband to be OK with it and happy as well. If you look at everything from demeaning her perspective, everything will seem bad. 

She still value's Suresh more than Gautham and she doesn't love Gautham so Suresh's fears are unwarranted. He is a coward who is running towards divorce because he couldn't handle the circumstances that led to this mess which he paved the way with his own hands. Birthday Cake question should have proved to him 100% that she is not a part of Gautham's plans yet he is disappointed and thinking she is taking his side lol

Guy who is solving lot of financial problems for a big company cannot comprehend simple behavioral relationship signs and running away from his life.  

~RCF

[Ajay Kailash]

Another interesting update. Hope there is a CCTV capturing all these. Operation Gowtham has officially started?

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 102 - Stuck Between Varsha and Sneha.

Gowtham stood frozen in the washroom doorway, eyes locked on Varsha’s half-naked body. She had removed her shirt completely and was standing in just her black bra, the ink stain trickling down between her heavy, full breasts. The overhead light highlighted every curve — the smooth, fair skin, the deep cleavage, the way her breasts strained against the thin fabric.


Varsha realised he was staring. She quickly covered her chest with her arms, eyes wide with panic and embarrassment. 
“What are you doing? Get out!”

Before Gowtham could respond, they both heard footsteps approaching the cabin. Mr. Prakash’s voice echoed from outside.
“Gowtham? Varsha? What happened? I heard a shout.”

Gowtham’s heart nearly stopped. The boss was right outside.
Varsha reacted faster than he expected. She quickly closed the washroom door, leaving only a small gap, and whispered sharply, “Stay quiet.”
A few seconds later, she stepped out of the washroom, still adjusting her shirt, the ink stain partially wiped but visible on her collar. Mr. Prakash stood near the desk, looking concerned.

“Beta, what happened? Why did you shout? And why is your dress like this?”
Varsha looked at Gowtham for a split second. His eyes were pleading, almost desperate. 
The same man who had tormented her for days was now at her mercy.

She turned back to Mr. Prakash with a calm smile. “Nothing serious, Uncle. He spilled ink on me while gesturing with his pen. I went to wash it off, and there was a cockroach in the sink. I got scared and shouted. That’s all.”

Mr. Prakash looked between them, then chuckled. “Uff, these old buildings… Be strong, beta. Don’t let small things scare you.” He patted her shoulder gently and left the cabin.

The moment the door closed, Gowtham let out a long breath of relief. He looked at Varsha, gratitude mixed with confusion in his eyes.
Varsha didn’t smile. She walked to the table, picked up her file and — most importantly — her mobile phone that had been recording everything.

Gowtham just realized, if he didn't stopped her he could have been slammed by her... 
She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her faint perfume.

“If you want to fight with me, pull me down and fight directly,” she said, voice calm but sharp. 
“If you play fair, I will play fair. If you play dirty… I will do it twice as dirty.”

Her boldness, her charisma, the way her body still carried the faint scent of ink and tension — Gowtham was mesmerised. 
For the first time, he saw her not just as an enemy, but as a formidable, gorgeous woman.

Varsha turned and left without another word.

Suresh had already retreated into the guest bedroom by the time Gowtham reached home. Sneha opened the door for him with a tired but warm smile.


“Why is everyone late today?” she asked, closing the door behind him. “Suresh also came late. He just had dinner and said he felt sleepy, then went straight in.”

Gowtham nodded absently. For a brief moment, as he looked at Sneha, his mind involuntarily compared her to Varsha.

Both were gorgeous in their own way. Sneha had perfect assets — full, heavy breasts, a soft milky complexion, and that sensual energy that always drove him wild. But Varsha… Varsha felt like a different level. Her skin had a smoother, golden glow, she was slightly taller, with sharper features, longer legs, and a body that carried both elegance and raw sensuality. Even in her anger and helplessness earlier today, there was something magnetic about her.

How was I so blinded chasing Sneha when someone like Varsha was right there? he thought.
Sneha noticed his distant expression. “What are you dreaming about? Freshen up and come eat fast.”

During dinner, Gowtham was unusually quiet. No playful toe under the table, no lingering touches. Sneha assumed her rejection in the shower that morning had made him sulk again. She felt a small pang of guilt but pushed it aside.

After dinner, they entered the master bedroom. Sneha lay on the bed, expecting him to make a move. But Gowtham sat on the edge, still lost in his thoughts — Varsha’s raised eyebrow, her angry yet determined face, the way her breasts had looked when the ink trickled down her cleavage, her helplessness mixed with bold defiance. He was replaying every second of that washroom moment, inch by inch of her beauty.

Unaware of his mindset, Sneha felt torn between Suresh’s earlier words and Gowtham’s sudden alienating behavior.

The entire day she was battling herself about the claim Suresh made, Gowtham had actually kidnapped him? No way, he is just a clueless young fellow she thought.. if he is too cunning he would have been exposed by his behavior.. this man here is sulking for a little rejection.. how could he possibly have a courage to do those??  


He must be hurt, she thought. 
I know my way to fix this. She smiled to herself. 

She sat up, removed her nighty in one smooth motion, and stood before him in just her black bra and panties. She moved closer, placed her hand on his bare chest, and asked softly, “Are you still angry with me?”


Gowtham snapped back to the present, his eyes meeting hers.
She smirked. “I know how to make you speak…”

Her hand slid down boldly into his briefs. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled it out instantly. The sudden touch brought Gowtham fully back into the moment. His eyes darkened with renewed lust.

“Dei… I’m sorry for the morning,” she whispered, her voice husky. “It’s just… I wasn’t really in the mood.”

The lie hurt her a little, but her desire for pleasure won over. 
She positioned herself between his legs and lowered her mouth onto his cock without hesitation.

Her hand slid down boldly into his briefs. She wrapped her warm fingers around his thick, semi-hard cock and pulled it out instantly. The sudden touch sent a jolt through Gowtham, snapping him fully back into the present moment. His eyes darkened with renewed, animalistic lust as his cock twitched and began to harden rapidly in her grip.


“Dei… I’m sorry for the morning,” she whispered, her voice husky and dripping with desire. “It’s just… I wasn’t really in the mood.”


The lie stung her a little, but her hunger for pleasure won over everything else. Without waiting for a reply, Sneha positioned herself between his spread legs, lowered her head, and took his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

She started slowly — teasing him. Her soft tongue licked up the entire length of his shaft in long, sensual strokes, tasting the salty skin. 

She swirled her tongue around the swollen head, licking up the bead of precum that had already leaked out, savoring it. Gowtham groaned deeply, his hand gently resting on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair.

Then she took him deeper. Her lips stretched wide around his thickness as she bobbed her head, sucking with wet, hungry strokes. The obscene, sloppy sounds of her mouth filled the room — wet slurps, soft gags, and her muffled moans vibrating around his cock. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes while she sucked, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down his shaft and onto his balls.

Gowtham’s control snapped. He growled, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening head.

He flipped her onto her back in one rough motion, spreading her legs wide. He removed her bra and panties in seconds, tossing them aside. Then he thrust his thick cock deep inside her soaked pussy in one powerful stroke.


Sneha cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely. He fucked her with raw intensity in missionary — hard, deep, possessive strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce wildly. Her dark nipples were stiff and begging. Gowtham leaned down, sucking and biting them greedily while pounding into her, the wet slapping sounds echoing in the room.


As he kissed her deeply, his mind flashed to Varsha — the way her lips had looked when she was unbuttoning her shirt, slightly parted, nervous yet defiant. Her lips looked softer… fuller… 

The thought made him kiss Sneha harder, almost angrily.

At 12:40 AM, Sneha was already panting, “Gowtham… it’s getting late…”


But he only smirked darkly and flipped her onto all fours. He took her from behind in doggy style, gripping her wide hips tightly and slamming into her deeper than before. Her ass rippled with every brutal thrust. Sneha’s moans turned into loud, broken cries as he reached around to rub her swollen clit roughly.

By 1:10 AM, she was breathless and trembling. “Baby… please… 1 AM is already past… I need to sleep…”


Gowtham pulled out, turned her over, and made her ride him in cowgirl position. Sneha, exhausted but still burning with lust, straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his cock. She began bouncing — her heavy breasts jiggling and slapping together hypnotically with every drop. Gowtham gripped her ass hard, guiding her faster, occasionally slapping her cheeks. He sat up suddenly, sucking and biting her bouncing nipples while she rode him desperately.

As he sucked hard on her breast, his mind replaced Sneha’s face with Varsha’s — those full, heavy breasts he had glimpsed in the washroom, the way the ink had trickled between them. They looked bigger… heavier… He sucked harder on Sneha’s nipple, imagining it was Varsha’s.

Sneha collapsed against his chest, whimpering, “Gowtham… I can’t… I’m too tired…”

But Gowtham wasn’t finished. He laid her on her side, spooned her from behind, lifted her top leg high, and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust. This position allowed slow, grinding strokes that dragged his thick cock perfectly against her sensitive walls. One hand wrapped around her throat possessively while the other rubbed her clit. He kissed and bit the back of her neck, whispering filthy words as he fucked her deep and slow.

Finally, at 1:30 AM, he flipped her onto her back once more. 




He hooked her shaky legs over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove into her with raw, animalistic force. This final missionary was the most intense — deep, punishing, relentless strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce violently. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her glistening skin. Sneha’s eyes rolled back, her voice hoarse from screaming, her pussy red, swollen, and twitching around his thick cock.

As he pounded her mercilessly in missionary, staring down at her face, Gowtham’s mind replaced Sneha’s features with Varsha’s — her sharp eyes, her determined expression from the washroom, the way she had looked when she unbuttoned her shirt. She would look so fucking good under me… The fantasy made him fuck Sneha even harder, chasing his release.

“Cum with me,” he growled.

Their bodies tensed together violently. Sneha screamed his name as her final, most powerful orgasm crashed through her — her pussy spasming wildly, gushing around his cock. At the exact same moment, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural roar and exploded inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in powerful, endless spurts. They came together violently, bodies shaking and locked in ecstasy, her walls milking every drop from him as he filled her completely.

Gowtham collapsed beside her with a satisfied groan. Sneha lay there, completely drained of energy. Her body was limp, thighs trembling, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Thick white cum slowly leaked from her swollen, well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. She could barely move.

Gowtham pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead. 
But even as he held her, his mind drifted back to Varsha — her boldness, her body, the power she had shown today in the washroom.

He slept in tiered for a moment, 5 minutes later he heared the bathing sound from the bathroom.. he closed his eyes again.. his mind is still stuck with Varsha. 

[SrikanthY]

Nice update!
Any more last episode for the day tonight please?!

Sorry... please ignore... The third update is just published as I sent this message

[heygiwriter]

Thats all for the night . Good night guys

[JohnS112]

Seriously she is more worried about sulking gowtham and not her husband…..

And Suresh is everything for her……
Such a dubious girl…..

Good that Suresh is divorcing her…..
If at all he is….

Nice update…please continue

[VinodV]

Even after having such an open discussion in the park the previous day, Sneha went ahead and had such wild sex with Gautham that very same night. Now, I am eagerly waiting to see what Suresh thinks and how he reacts when he sees the signs (marks) on her body next day morning before walk!

Good night!

[SrikanthY]

Even after having such an open discussion in the park the previous day, Sneha went ahead and had such wild sex with Gautham that very same night. Now, I am eagerly waiting to see what Suresh thinks and how he reacts when he sees the signs (marks) on her body next day morning before walk!

Good night!

This is exactly why even big-budget movies often flop. The hero, the producer’s friends, and their relatives all interfere and ruin the story. The poor director, in an attempt to please everyone, ends up becoming the ultimate victim.

To be honest and as I also felt, this second marathon sex scene is unnecessary.... especially since it happened the very same night after that long discussion in the park. Let’s see what happens next!

[oxy.raj]

This is exactly why even big-budget movies often flop. The hero, the producer’s friends, and their relatives all interfere and ruin the story. The poor director, in an attempt to please everyone, ends up becoming the ultimate victim.

To be honest and as I also felt, this second marathon sex scene is unnecessary.... especially since it happened the very same night after that long discussion in the park. Let’s see what happens next!

Yeah  sex episode is kinda of unfit anyway.. It's okay. It should be a catalyst to upcoming episodes i believe ... If not i feel it merely loose end episode..

[Vasanthan]

Definitely he will not let her sleep. He will fuck her till 5 in shower not allowing her to go to suresh.

[Mukul@99]

Welcome back sir. What started as a short story is now the hot story of this forum. Readers are completely intrigued and immersed in this erotic world that you have created. Which is also exceptionally well-organized and persuasive. You have an ability to make complex topics so clear and which makes it absolutely easy to read, this is one of your great skill. Thank you for an absolute surreal reading experience. You are a master story-weaver. Thank you.

[Vasanthan]

Varsha is young and tender. Born to tamil girl, definitely her mother will be age of sneha. Her husband is down with stroke. High chances of Gowtham getting two more pussies to fuck.