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

[Dorabooji]

Gowtham will fall in love with varsha soon.
Aditya will start fucking sneha thereafter

[NityaSakti]

Marvelous updates

[me.you]

Before night of the park conversation - you mentioned Suresh knows that Sneha is such a person who can not tolerate getting fooled or taken for granted. Curious to see how she reacts when she knows that she was trapped by Gowtham

I also want to pin point this. Once she realised may be she will take Kaali avatar

[me.you]

Before night of the park conversation - you mentioned Suresh knows that Sneha is such a person who can not tolerate getting fooled or taken for granted. Curious to see how she reacts when she knows that she was trapped by Gowtham

I also want to pin point this. Once she realised may be she will take Kaali avatar. When women in Revenge or Betrayal mode, U dont know what they are capable of. The revenge of womens, mens never imagine.

[SrikanthY]

I also want to pin point this. Once she realised may be she will take Kaali avatar. When women in Revenge or Betrayal mode, U dont know what they are capable of. The revenge of womens, mens never imagine.

If she chops off Gowtham's dick mindlessly in filmy style, Ramya will lose her mother to jail.

[singamuthupandi]

I also want to pin point this. Once she realised may be she will take Kaali avatar. When women in Revenge or Betrayal mode, U dont know what they are capable of. The revenge of womens, mens never imagine.

What a joke. Don't insult kali comparing to this bitch. I am still wondering how she is not pregnant yet

[Xossipyan]

Update pls

[me.you]

What a joke. Don't insult kali comparing to this bitch. I am still wondering how she is not pregnant yet

Bro i am not comparing her self with Kali. I am just telling she will get more anger. If u cannot see this small amount of humor , what can i do? if it is hurts u sorry. I never compare her with Kaali. I just mentioned that anger of Kaali face.

[Hornytamilan23]

Its fun to watch people going crazy.. and the winner is D&G

[SrikanthY]

Dear Heygi - If Gautham has any heart, mercy, pity, or compassion ....
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We demand that he takes Sneha shopping this evening and replace all the dozens of blouses, nighties, bras, and panties that he has ripped apart all these days   

Just came across this hilarious comment while reading previous chapter once again...nice! 

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 103 - Fractured Mornings


Sneha came out of the bathroom after a quick shower, drying her damp hair with a towel. The clock on the wall showed 2:15 AM. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp. Gowtham was already fast asleep on his back, one arm thrown across the pillow, his naked body relaxed after their long, intense session.

She stood there for a moment, looking at him, then at the closed door of the guest room. A quiet guilt pulled at her. Without thinking much, she closed the master bedroom door softly and tiptoed toward Suresh’s room.

She tried the handle gently. 
It didn’t open. 
She tried again, pushing a little harder. 
It didn’t open. 

The door was locked from inside.

Why did he lock it? she wondered. 
He usually doesn’t…??
She raised her hand to knock but stopped herself. 
If he’s sleeping, I shouldn’t disturb him. With a heavy heart, she turned back and returned to the master bedroom.

She set an alarm for 5:20 AM, determined to wake up early and join Suresh for the morning walk.

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Suresh, however, had not slept.
He had heard everything — every moan, every slap of skin, every cry from the master bedroom. Each sound had cut deeper than the last. After their honest conversation in the park, after he had opened up about his doubts and the new job, she had still chosen to go to Gowtham the very same night.

He lay in the darkness, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. 
The locked door was his silent protest. 
The cold resolve inside him grew stronger.
Is she really a slut? becoming an unofficial wife of Gowtham?

The thought hurt him more than he expected. 
After everything I told her today… she still went back to him.

The restless ends when everyone slept in a after sometime...

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The alarm rang at 5:20 AM.

Sneha woke up with a start. 
Before she could switch it off, Gowtham stirred beside her. 

Gowtham knows, what she would do, but his morning boner needs her. 
His strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against his chest.

“Gowtham… leave me,” she whispered, trying to wiggle free. “I need to go for a walk.”

“No way,” he murmured sleepily, his voice thick with morning desire. “I need you… I missed the early morning sex in recent days..”

He knew exactly what she was trying to do — run to her husband again. 
For a second, a dark urge to possess her completely took over. He pulled her in for a deep, demanding kiss. 
Sneha struggled at first, but his hands were already roaming her body. 
He lifted her nighty, teased her entrance with his hard cock, rubbing it against her folds until she was wet and trembling.

When he finally pushed inside her, Sneha lost herself completely. 
A soft moan escaped her lips as he started thrusting — slow and deep at first, then harder. 
She wrapped her legs around him, surrendering to the pleasure.

The second alarm she had set at 5:30 AM rang loudly.

That was when reality crashed back in. “Stop… stop…” she gasped, pushing him away with all her strength. “Leave it now…”
She mercilessly shoved him off, quickly wiped between her legs with the edge of the bedsheet, pulled on a track pant and t-shirt, and rushed out of the room.

The guest room door was open. Suresh was nowhere to be seen.

A moment later, the truth hit her — Suresh had gone for his morning walk alone.
Sneha ran outside. 
The entire apartment complex was silent, the early morning mist still hanging in the air. 
No sign of him.

She came back inside, grabbed her phone with shaking hands, and called him.

It rang… and rang… but he didn’t pick up.
Panic flooded her. I was just making him back to me, did i spoiled it myself... what if he thinks too badly about me now?

The reality of what she had done crashed over her like a wave. 
The locked door last night. No response. 
He had openly told her his doubts about Gowtham yesterday… and yet, 
the very same night, she had sex with him again.

Shit… how would he have felt?
Already he’s maintaining distance… and now this…

Why, Sneha? Why do you keep making these mistakes?

Tears welled up in her eyes as she stood in the hall, hands covering her face. She sat on Sofa..

Gowtham, who had been watching everything from the master bedroom door, came out completely nude. 
He stood in front of her, his cock still semi-hard from their interrupted session.
“What happened?” he asked casually.

Sneha looked at him, voice breaking. “He’s gone alone… leaving me behind.”
Gowtham smirked. “Good. Then come… let’s continue what we left.”
He held his cock and winked at her.

Sneha stared at him, anger and frustration boiling over. 

“How many times have I told you… not to come out nude inside the house?! Rules are rules!”

Gowtham laughed. “Rules? When are we following them?” He stepped closer, his cock swinging teasingly near her face. “Stop this. Can’t you think of anything else other than sex? You’re always keeping me indulged in sex. Mornings are the only time I get to spend with him… and you stopped that too. Are you happy now?”

She shouted helplessly, tears streaming down her face.

Gowtham got irritated.. 

Gowtham’s expression hardened. “Am I indulging you always? Who came to me on Monday? Tuesday I initiated, fine. What about yesterday night? I was just thinking about something and it was you who wanted me. You yourself keep entertaining me. And even now, i just kissed you, you surrendered yourself to me... more than me its you .. its you who needs me for sex. You could not think a day without my sex.. Ask yourself.. I'm not blaming but let me tell you clearly.. You are the only reason why you can’t spend time with him — not me.”


He turned and walked back into the master bedroom, leaving her standing there.

Sneha knew what he said was the truth. She stood frozen, hands on her face, realizing the depth of her own mistakes.

She waited anxiously until 6:40 AM. When Suresh finally returned from his walk, she rushed to him.

“I’m sorry… I overslept. 
Couldn’t get up early,” she said quickly. 
“Why did you lock the door last night?”

Suresh turned to her, his expression cold and tired. 

“I have a meeting early at the office. I really don’t have time.” He paused, then looked her straight in the eyes.

“But let me ask you something… What will you do if I keep having sex with another woman and crawl back to you in the middle of the night? Would you appreciate it… especially after you told me you didn’t trust that woman?”

Sneha know she was done.. nothing can justify her actions.. She opened her mouth to reply some random things to cool him temporarily, but Suresh stopped her with a raised hand.

“I don’t want your answers. I don’t expect anything.” He looked at the faint bite marks still visible on her neck. “In a few days we need to go for the company gathering. At least make sure you don’t have these bite marks.”

Sneha stood stunned, the words hitting her like a slap.
For the first time, she truly felt like a slut in her own eyes.

[me.you]

Genie out of the bottle. Dear sneha, Pls use your micro tiny brain. haha

[me.you]

One more imoortant think is, sureh speaking directly to sneha abouth this matter. Its a big improvement. so atleast sneha can think from her tiny brain.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 104 - The Newness 

The words from Suresh hit Sneha like a slap across the face. 

She stood frozen in the hall long after he had left for the office, his cold question echoing in her head:


What will you do if I keep having sex with another woman and crawl back to you in the middle of the night?

Tears stung her eyes. She questioned herself for the first time in months. Why have I become like this? When did I start hurting the man I once loved more than anything?

Determined to do something — anything — to bridge the growing distance, she went into the kitchen and decided to prepare Suresh’s favorite breakfast: soft idlis with coconut chutney and spicy sambar. She moved mechanically, her mind still reeling. She decided to take a bath and present herself neatly before serving..

When she entered the master bedroom to take a bath, Gowtham was already inside the bathroom.
She waited, but he opened the door and pulled her in without a word.

“Come inside,” he said, voice thick with morning desire.
“I’ll bathe after you’re done,” she protested weakly.

But Gowtham didn’t listen. He pulled her under the shower and turned it on. 

He knows the mood of Sneha, he said, im sorry i didnt mean to hurt you.. Im sorry, where i will go if you are angry on me? Im sorry okay? lets finish what we started in morning or my day wont go in a way i want..

Warm water cascaded over them. He kissed her cheeks, then her lips, trying to ignite the passion from last night.



Sneha stood still like a statue under the warm spray, water cascading over her naked body. Her mind was miles away — trapped in the image of Suresh’s hurt eyes that morning, his cold detachment, and the terrifying fear that she was slowly losing him forever. She didn’t kiss Gowtham back. She didn’t wrap her arms around him. She simply stood there, letting it happen.

Gowtham noticed her lack of response immediately. Her usual fire, her eager moans, her hungry hands — none of it was there today. But he didn’t stop. He was too aroused, too frustrated from the previous rejections, and too used to taking what he wanted from her.

He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his hip, and rubbed the thick head of his hard cock against her entrance. She was still wet from earlier, but there was no eager anticipation in her eyes. He pushed inside her in one firm thrust anyway, burying himself to the hilt.

Sneha let out a soft, involuntary moan as he filled her, her body reacting on pure instinct. But inside, she was struggling. Every thrust felt distant, mechanical. Her hands rested limply on his shoulders, not pulling him closer, not pushing him away. She stared at the tiled wall behind him, water streaming down her face.

Gowtham leaned in to kiss and suck on her neck, intending to leave a fresh, possessive mark like he usually did. But this time Sneha turned her head away sharply, denying him access.

“No marks,” she whispered, voice strained but firm. 

Gowtham paused for a fraction of a second, surprised by her resistance. He could feel the emotional wall she had put up. Still, he didn’t stop thrusting. He gripped her waist tighter and fucked her against the wet tiles — rough, relentless strokes that made her breasts bounce with every impact. The sound of skin slapping wet skin echoed in the shower, mixing with the steady spray of water.

For ten long minutes, he took her like that — deep, possessive thrusts, his mouth moving to her shoulder and collarbone instead, but she kept shifting subtly, preventing him from leaving any visible fresh marks. Her body betrayed her with soft gasps and moans, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily as pleasure rippled through her despite everything. But her mind remained detached, floating somewhere between guilt and numbness.

Gowtham groaned against her skin, chasing his own release. He knew she wasn’t fully there with him, but he didn’t slow down. He fucked her harder, faster, until his thighs tensed and he buried himself deep, spilling inside her with a low, guttural moan.

When he finally pulled out, Sneha leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, water washing over her flushed body. Tears continued to fall silently down her cheeks, hidden by the shower.

She whispered, voice barely audible, “Gowtham… I need to bathe alone. Give me some time.”

Gowtham looked at her for a moment, sensing the emotional wall between them. He didn’t argue. He stepped out of the shower, leaving her standing there under the running water — alone with her guilt, her confusion, and the growing fear that she was destroying everything she once held dear.

Alone in the shower, Sneha cried silently. The water hid her tears as she scrubbed herself, trying to wash away the guilt, the confusion, and the growing mess she had created. How will I fix this with Suresh? Stopping sex won’t be enough. Rebuilding what we once had… it’s going to be a hectic task. But she was determined. She had to try.

She came out, dried herself, and dressed carefully in a beautiful cotton red saree — the one Suresh had bought her for her birthday years ago. She looked at herself in the mirror. For a moment, she saw the old Sneha — the wife who once made her husband’s eyes light up. She appeared like a princess, elegant and graceful.

She went to the kitchen to finish cooking. After the breakfast was done, Suresh left for the office without a word. Gowtham came out, gave her a quick lip kiss (which she didn’t fully return), and left for work too.

Sneha stood alone in the silent house, the red saree suddenly feeling heavy on her body.

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At Gowtham’s office, chaos greeted him the moment he stepped inside. People were gossiping loudly, no one at their desks. HR looked extremely tense. The trainees, including Varsha, were huddled together, faces pale.


Gowtham’s mind immediately flashed to Varsha’s half-naked body in the washroom yesterday, but the tension in the air pulled him back to reality. He kept his laptop bag in his cabin and walked straight toward the boss’s room.

He could hear Mr. Prakash’s raised voice from inside:

“How did this happen again?! The same competitor won the bid! How?! This will put our entire company’s growth at question! Call Gowtham — I need him now!”
Gowtham froze outside the door, stunned.

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On the other side of the city, Suresh reached the towering V-Activate Group headquarters. The massive glass-and-steel structure dominated the skyline, one of the biggest corporate landmarks in the area. Dark clouds had gathered since morning, and by the time he arrived, heavy rain was pouring down in sheets, turning the roads into rivers.


The underground parking was strictly restricted to senior management and special guests, but today Suresh decided to risk it. Just this once, he thought. No one will notice in this rain. He was already running late for an important internal meeting, and fighting for a spot on the overcrowded ground-level lot would waste more time.

He drove down the spiraling ramp. The sound of rain faded into a distant roar as the underground level swallowed him. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long, cold shadows. Everything seemed normal at first — rows of luxury cars, quiet hum of generators, the faint smell of wet concrete and engine oil.

He parked in a relatively empty corner, killed the engine, and stepped out. The door click echoed loudly in the cavernous space. He adjusted his tie, grabbed his laptop bag, and turned to walk toward the elevator.

That’s when he saw it.

In a blind spot near the far wall, partially hidden behind a concrete pillar, a man lay sprawled on the floor. He was badly beaten, face swollen, blood pooling around his head and staining his white shirt. Three well-dressed men,corporate goons in sharp suits, stood over him like predators. One held a wooden rod, another a small knife, the third was wiping blood from his knuckles with a handkerchief.

And among them, issuing commands with ice-cold authority, was Vinodhini Rakesh.
Her voice was sharp and commanding. “Make sure he doesn’t talk. Clean this up before anyone comes down.”

Their eyes met across the dimly lit space.

For the first time, Suresh saw a completely new version of her , sharp, dangerous, and in complete control. The elegant, professional woman who had guided him through his onboarding was gone. In her place stood someone cold, ruthless, and utterly terrifying.

Vinodhini’s expression hardened instantly. Her eyes narrowed, and for a split second, something lethal flashed across her face.

“Suresh,” she said, her voice low but carrying clear authority, “what the hell are you doing here? Don’t you know underground parking is restricted?”

The three men turned toward him, their postures shifting threateningly. The air grew thick with tension. Rainwater dripped from the ceiling somewhere in the distance, the only sound breaking the heavy silence.

Suresh stood frozen, heart pounding. The blood on the floor, the weapons, Vinodhini’s commanding presence — everything screamed that he had just walked into something he was never meant to see.

[Hornytamilan23]

Dear Sneha,

So this is where your choices finally led you — husband in the guest room, desire in the bedroom. The chapter makes one thing clear: pleasure became your compass, but emotional security still needed Suresh beside you. The problem is simple — you cannot hold on to both worlds forever. Somewhere along the way, desire overshadowed foresight, and the future became an afterthought.

Dear Suresh,

In many ways, you watched your marriage slip toward Gowtham, and perhaps unknowingly set the stage yourself. The cost has already been paid. Now the story feels less about loss and more about whether redemption — and rebuilding a family — is still possible for you.

Dear D&G,

You were never truly the villain. You became the instrument through which others explored their fantasies — first the husband, then the wife. But at some point, you must decide whether you are living your own life or merely existing inside someone else’s desires. Think with clarity, not impulse.

Dear Gowtham,

You stand at a crossroads. There’s still time to step away from emotional entanglements that were never meant to last. Build something of your own — a life, a partner, a future — instead of orbiting someone else’s unfinished story.

P.S.
Many readers relate to Gowtham because, at some stage, we’ve all mistaken intensity for meaning.

Dear Author,

A masterpiece in emotional turbulence. You weave human vulnerability, desire, guilt, and longing into something deeply engaging. Even without the intimate scenes, the narrative stands strong as a psychological novel — that itself is an art form.

The core strength remains the Sneha–Suresh–Gowtham triangle: their mental battles, emotional dependence, and physical needs keep readers invested. The office subplots feel slower in comparison, while Gowtham and Varsha’s dynamic works well — she almost feels like his mirror, or alter ego.

Waiting to see where you take them next.

[oxy.raj]

Hey Heygi, 

Thanks for the updates.. It was evident that you used last night episode as turning point..

Is V-activate is related to Varsha or vinodhini any relation to them?

I believe surely suresh will remain looser at the end of the story asusaul?

[RCF]

Hey Heygi, 

Thanks for the updates.. It was evident that you used last night episode as turning point..

Is V-activate is related to Varsha or vinodhini any relation to them?

I believe surely suresh will remain looser at the end of the story asusaul?

Exactly, Author wanted Sneha to sleep with her lover despite the doubts so that she is the sinner, earlier she used to push Gautham away when ever Suresh is upset and that also with out even opening his mouth now once he came out clean and explained his concerns, Sneha trying to please Gautham and initiating sex herself is so out of place. Author wanted to throw her under the bus obviously....Conveniently Suresh is sleeping and locked the door lol 

Author taking liberty sometimes to push the plot is not new but this is uncharacteristic even by that standard. Redemption arc for Sneha has to start somewhere so this was by design. 

~RCF

[Hornytamilan23]

Exactly, Author wanted Sneha to sleep with her lover despite the doubts so that she is the sinner, earlier she used to push Gautham away when ever Suresh is upset and that also with out even opening his mouth now once he came out clean and explained his concerns, Sneha trying to please Gautham and initiating sex herself is so out of place. Author wanted to throw her under the bus obviously....Conveniently Suresh is sleeping and locked the door lol 

Author taking liberty sometimes to push the plot is not new but this is uncharacteristic even by that standard. Redemption arc for Sneha has to start somewhere so this was by design. 

~RCF

Ah yes… everyone has flaws, but Sneha really said “let me speedrun self-destruction in the name of pleasure” and actually did it. Now suddenly we have enlightenment mode unlocked? Character development or post-chaos clarity — hard to tell.

Honestly, that shower scene hit different. Not anger, not drama… just pure detachment. For once she didn’t look like she wanted to play Gowtham’s fantasy anymore. Felt like she finally saw herself from outside the mess.

But knowing this author? ? I’m fully expecting a surprise googly next chapter — emotional growth for 5 minutes followed by another dramatic reset because peace doesn’t sell, chaos does.

[oxy.raj]

Exactly, Author wanted Sneha to sleep with her lover despite the doubts so that she is the sinner, earlier she used to push Gautham away when ever Suresh is upset and that also with out even opening his mouth now once he came out clean and explained his concerns, Sneha trying to please Gautham and initiating sex herself is so out of place. Author wanted to throw her under the bus obviously....Conveniently Suresh is sleeping and locked the door lol 

Author taking liberty sometimes to push the plot is not new but this is uncharacteristic even by that standard. Redemption arc for Sneha has to start somewhere so this was by design. 

~RCF

Firstly we need to respect author for his creativity and dedication to towards postings so that we are entertained

We, sometimes emotionally indulge in the story, forget it is unrealistic, carried away with plot and takes side on one characters...

Isn't to much to ask the writer. Let's be patient on narrative he is trying to build thru plot.

[Vishal Ramana]

Suresh ex boss already warned him not to take advantage. Time to pay now.