Thriller The Couple's Experiment – The Truth Changes Everything

[Rangabaashyam]

Tara had a gift from beach. She didn't give it to jeeva. Is it something given to her or she has for her new man. She said the spark is missing in between her words. It looks like she is not satisfied with jeeva in bed and romantic. The intent is crystal clear that she wants to sleep with a man worshipping her. Being romantic showering her with gifts etc something she missing with Jeeva. Is this something rooted by sam.?

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 9  - Stories & Scores



The next night they sat on the bed again, both lists open between them, a notebook ready for scores.
Tara spoke first.
“I’ve decided. I’m removing the last two names from my list — Arun and Nikhil.
Arun is still messy from his separation. Too emotional. Nikhil is funny but harmless. In six months he might not even hold my hand.
So you have to filter and choose from the remaining three: Sam Arya, Karthik, and Vivek.”
Jeeva nodded slowly and looked at his own list.
“I’m removing two as well.
Sneha — divorced. I’ve heard enough office stories. She’s a troublemaker. Once she gets close, she creates drama.
Anjali — newly married. I don’t trust that combination. Too cheerful, laughs too easily. Feels risky in the wrong way.”
Tara raised an eyebrow.
“And Priya? Why is she still there?”
Jeeva gave a small smile.
“She’s… too beautiful to ignore.”
He expected her to smile back.
She didn’t.
The absence of her usual smile hit him harder than he expected. Something cold settled in his chest. He suddenly remembered how she had described Sam Arya the previous night — he undresses me with his eyes. The way she said it had been too calm, too precise. He decided he would try to reject Sam in this round.
Tara opened her notebook.
“Tell me properly. One by one. Why would each of them want to sleep with you, if they had the chance?”
Jeeva started with the easier ones, giving weak, almost lousy reasons.
“Divya likes attention. She flirts with everyone. If I show interest, she might take it further just for fun.
Priya’s husband is in another city. She’s lonely. Maybe she wants company more than sex.
Sneha… I already removed her.
Anjali is naïve. She might confuse kindness with something else.”
Then he came to Ramya.
“Ramya is unhappy in her marriage. From what she’s said in passing, her husband is abusive. She stays late at office to escape home. We’ve worked together on deadlines many times. She’s naturally become comfortable with me.”
Tara interrupted.
“So you’re saying Ramya is an easy target?”
Jeeva hesitated, then nodded.
“Easier than the others. Yes.”
Tara wrote something down without speaking.
Now it was her turn.
She started with the ones she knew Jeeva would reject.
“Vivek is married, quiet, intense eyes. But he’s also… unattractive in a cold way. Hard face, no softness. I don’t think I could ever feel comfortable enough with him.
Karthik is dangerous for a different reason. He’s a singer in a weekend band, charming, talks too much, immature. He would expect things fast. Drama will come early. Not good for a controlled experiment.”
Then she came to Sam Arya.
Jeeva was already waiting.
“Sam is different,” Tara said quietly. “He’s tempting. His body, the way he carries himself, the way he speaks. Controlled. Not loud.
Two months ago we got stuck in a crowded lift during the evening rush. People pushed from behind. For almost twenty seconds his chest was pressed against mine. Hard. Masculine. I could feel everything.
I still don’t know if he did it deliberately or if it was just the crowd. After that day I stopped speaking to him unnecessarily.”
She looked at Jeeva.
“If you select him, I will go with it. I’m not hiding that he’s the strongest option. With him the test will start quickly. Friendship will form fast. The real pressure will come early. With the others we might waste months and still not know anything.”
Jeeva tried.
“He’s married. He’s senior. He’s already shown that kind of interest. It’s too risky.”
Tara didn’t argue. She only said,
“The highest score goes to the person with the strongest intent and ability to seduce. That’s the rule we both agreed on.
Sam scores highest on my list.
Ramya scores highest on yours.”
They sat in silence for a while, the notebook open between them.
Finally Tara wrote the shortlist clearly:
Tara’s final three:

1. Sam Arya
   
2. Karthik
   
3. Vivek
   

Jeeva’s final three:

1. Ramya
   
2. Divya
   
3. Priya
   

She drew two stars next to Sam Arya and Ramya.
“Highest marks,” she said softly. “For easy reach and real challenge.”
Jeeva stared at the stars.
He had tried to push Sam out.
He had failed.
The experiment now had faces.
And both of them knew exactly which two faces were most likely to be chosen.

Jeeva stared at the stars.

“So… is this final?”
Tara shook her head.
“No. One more test.
We need to voice-record a casual talk with each of them and play it here. From the way they speak, we’ll know their real intention.
Whoever scores lowest — shows the least interest or the most hesitation — gets rejected.
Then you will select the best one among the remaining for me, and I will select the best one among the remaining for you.”
Jeeva frowned.
“Recording is risky.”
“Just begin a normal conversation and record with your phone when no one notices,” she said. “If you can talk in a private place, even better.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
Tara thought for a moment, then spoke calmly.
“Call them to a secluded place. Tell them you’re in trouble and need help from a woman.
Say you and I are separated. A distant relative is coming with some will money, but he will give it only if he sees you still living a married life.
Ask them to come with you somewhere outside office for a short time so the relative believes it.
The one who shows even the slightest dilemma or eagerness will reveal their real mind.”
Jeeva looked at her, half stunned, half curious.
“And what will you do?”
Tara smiled.
“I’ll tell each of the men that I need to meet a financier and I’m scared to go alone.
I’ll also say I’m hiding it from my husband because I’m arranging some cash for my own family without his knowledge.
I’ll ask if they can come with me.
Their answers will tell us everything.”
Jeeva sat back against the headboard, staring at her.
The level of planning, the quiet cunningness in her voice — it left him speechless for a few seconds.
“At this rate,” he said slowly, “I feel like I’m losing trust in humans.”
Tara met his eyes directly.
“The world is like that, Jeeva.
No one can be trusted.”
She held his gaze for a long moment, the two shortlists still lying open between them, the next step of the experiment already waiting for Monday morning.

[Hornytamilan23]

Tara had a gift from beach. She didn't give it to jeeva. Is it something given to her or she has for her new man. She said the spark is missing in between her words. It looks like she is not satisfied with jeeva in bed and romantic. The intent is crystal clear that she wants to sleep with a man worshipping her. Being romantic showering her with gifts etc something she missing with Jeeva. Is this something rooted by sam.?

Bro welcome... heygi effect...

[saka1981]

This is not Experiment ..This is a war . It's hard to tell who is going to kill whom. So far, it looks like Tara is the one taking the lead.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 10 - The Recordings



They came home later than usual again.
Both had managed to record the conversations during the day. The apartment felt unusually quiet when they sat on the bed and placed the two phones between them.

Jeeva went first.
He played Ramya’s recording.
Her voice was soft, almost careful.

“Separated? Jeeva… I didn’t know. Of course I’ll help. Just tell me where and when. Don’t worry, I’ll come with you. You shouldn’t face that relative alone.”
No hesitation. No extra questions. Just quiet willingness.

Tara looked at him.
“See? Whoever tries to fill the empty place when someone is lonely becomes the obvious choice.”

Next recording — Divya.
She sounded uncertain.
“I… I don’t know if I should get involved in something like this. What if your wife finds out? Maybe you should ask someone else…”
Clear hesitation. Rejected.

Last one — Priya.
“I’ll come with you… but how much money is in that will? Is it a big amount? And how long do I have to pretend? I need to plan my leave…”
She agreed, but the questions about money and details made her sound calculating.
When the last recording ended, Tara closed the notebook.

“Ramya is the natural choice for you.”

Jeeva didn’t argue. He only nodded once.
Now it was Tara’s turn.

She played the first recording — Karthik.
His voice was light, already smiling.
“Financier? Alone? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’ll pick you up in my car. After the meeting we can go somewhere… beach is nice in the evening, or we can catch a movie. You’ll need to relax after dealing with money people, right?”
Too eager. Already planning extra time.

Second recording — Vivek.
“Don’t go to any financier. Tell me how much you need. I can arrange it. No need to involve outsiders.”
Direct offer of money. Different kind of danger.

Then she played Sam Arya’s recording.
His voice was calm, low, almost flat.
“What time do you need to meet him?
Send me the location.
I’ll come.”
No extra questions. No suggestions. No excitement.

Just a quiet, almost ordered acceptance.

When the recording ended, the room stayed silent for a few seconds.
Tara looked straight at Jeeva.

“I choose Ramya for you.”

Jeeva’s face showed nothing.
He took longer with his decision.
He stared at the phone, then at the notebook, then finally spoke.

“I choose the second one. Karthik.”

Tara’s reply was immediate.

“I don’t want him.”
“Why? You want Sam. That’s what you actually want. You’re just hiding it because you’re scared I’ll react.”

No you, yourself now mentioned, Karthik is second, means Sam is first right.
Jeeva could not react. 

Tara further said, “Looks like you don’t trust me,” she said quietly.
There is nothing between him and me so far, i don't have any wish now, 
May be i can have in future depends on his approach, and that's the test. 

“Tara, I do trust you,” Jeeva answered. 
“But I feel he is dangerous. 
What if he comes straight at you when you’re alone and… fucks you mindless?”
Tara held his gaze.

“I have controlled many situations before. I will do the same with him. If anything like that happens, I will call you or text you. 
Won’t you come to save me?

Im arguing because you changed the natural choice of yours for what i described about him. 
okay lets leave that, 
So have you decided to choose him or not?”

Jeeva shook his head. He cannot openly agree he is biased towards Sam.
However as he is already caught with his reactions, he decided to tell and give a second chance. 

“No. I’m not choosing him right now.
You missed one important thing — background check.

I will enquire about Sam Arya and about Karthik. Whoever feels safer after that, I will go with.”
Tara looked at him for a long moment, then nodded once.

“Alright.
We wait one more day.”

She put both phones away and switched off the light.
They lay down on the same bed, bodies close, but the space between their thoughts had grown wider than any physical distance.
Tomorrow the background checks would decide which two names would officially enter their marriage.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 11 - The Choice


The background checks took less than a day.

Jeeva came home first. He sat on the edge of the bed with his phone still in his hand, the notes he had collected open in front of him. When Tara walked in and saw his face, she already knew the information had not made anything easier.

She placed her bag down and sat across from him.
“Tell me.”
Jeeva spoke without looking at her.

“Karthik has a reputation. Three different women in the last two years. Nothing official, but the pattern is clear. He moves fast and gets bored faster.

Sam Arya…” He paused. “Clean record. No office gossip. Married for six years. Wife lives in another city for work. He travels sometimes. Keeps to himself. No one has anything solid against him.”

Tara waited.

Jeeva finally lifted his eyes.
“That should make him safer. But it doesn’t. It makes him worse.”
“Why?”

“Because men like him don’t leave evidence. They don’t need to chase. People come to them.” His voice had grown quieter. “And you already said he undresses you with his eyes. You already felt him pressed against you in that lift. You already stopped talking to him after that.”
Tara didn’t deny any of it.

Jeeva leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

“I keep thinking about what you said. That if something happens you will call me. That I should come and save you.” He gave a short, humourless laugh. “Do you know how that sounds? You’re asking me to choose the one man who can actually take you away from me… and then promising that you’ll let me rescue you after he does it.”

Tara’s expression stayed calm, but her eyes had sharpened.
“So what’s your decision?”

The room felt smaller. The streetlight outside threw a long rectangle of light across the floor. Jeeva stared at it for a long time before he spoke.
“I hate this.”
“I know.”
“I hate that you’re pushing for him.”


“I’m not pushing. I’m following the rules we both agreed on. Highest capability to seduce. Highest real test.”
Jeeva’s jaw worked. When he spoke again the words came out low and rough.

“If I choose him… and he touches you… I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Tara watched him carefully.

“That,” she said softly, “is the first time you’ve sounded like you’re fighting for me.”
Something in Jeeva’s chest tightened.

He looked at her — really looked — and for a moment the experiment, the rules, the lists, all of it fell away. All he could see was the possibility of another man’s hands on her skin, another man’s mouth on the place he had kissed for seven years.

His voice dropped.
“Sam Arya.”
Tara’s eyes flickered.

“You’re choosing him?”
“Yes.” The word tasted bitter. “I’m choosing him. Because if this is going to be a real test, then it has to be him. Anyone else would be cheating the experiment. And I won’t give you the chance to say later that I protected myself by picking someone safe.”
He stood up, restless, and walked to the window.

“But I’m telling you this only once. If he crosses the line… if he even tries… you call me. Immediately. I don’t care what time, what place, what excuse. You call me.”

Behind him, Tara smiled.
It was a small smile, quiet, almost private.
Jeeva turned and caught it.

For a second he couldn’t read it.
Was she smiling because she had finally seen real possessiveness from him after seven years of perfect calm?
Or was she smiling because the man she had wanted from the beginning was now officially hers to test… and she already knew how far it might go?

The smile stayed on her lips just long enough to leave the question burning.
She walked up to him, placed her palm flat against his chest, and spoke gently.
“If i couldn't handle, i will call you.”

Jeeva covered her hand with his own, gripping it harder than necessary.
Outside, the night continued as if nothing had changed.

Inside, the experiment had just selected its two most dangerous names:
Ramya for him.
Sam Arya for her.

And for the first time, Jeeva felt the clear, sharp edge of jealousy cut through the seven-year-old certainty that nothing could ever come between them.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 12 - Progress


The next morning the experiment officially began.

They stood in the kitchen with their coffee, the same way they always did, but the air between them had changed.
Tara spoke first, calm and practical.

“From today we don’t need to share every detail of how we befriend them. That was already in the rules.
Within a week I’ll show you some progress.”

Jeeva looked at her over the rim of his cup.

“Progress in what sense?”

“Progress like… we are friends. Maybe a coffee date.”
He gave a small sound that wasn’t quite agreement.
Tara put her cup down.

“One more thing. I think we should stop having sex for a while.”
Jeeva stared at her.

“What?”
“When we keep sleeping with each other, our minds stay satisfied. We won’t feel the real temptation properly. We should put ourselves in the worst possible scenario — keep the mind free, a little hungry — so the test becomes honest.”
“I’ve never heard anything so stupid,” he said flatly.
Tara smiled, but it was thin.

“Last month, when you went on that office trip, you told me the same thing. You said you didn’t want to have sex because you needed a fresh mindset to prepare a big proposal. You wanted to stay focused. Remember?”
Jeeva’s face tightened. He had no reply.

“That was business,” he muttered.
“And this is an experiment,” she answered. “Same logic.”
He leaned against the counter.
“What else do you have in store?”

“Nothing big. Just… the way you hold me at night, let’s continue that. I still want your arms around me.
And second thing — from today I need some private space. I’m putting a password on my phone.
Not because I’m planning to cheat behind your back. But to get into his zone I might go a little overboard in messages or calls. I don’t want you to see that and get irritated for no reason. I won’t look at your phone either.”
She glanced at his device on the table.

“Oops. You’ve already locked it with a new password.”
“That’s different,” Jeeva said quickly. “Company documents.”
“I know,” Tara replied softly.

Something in her tone left him unsettled.

That same day he decided he would find a way to check on her and sam, secretly and know truth by himself, at least once, without her knowing.

---

Almost a week passed.

They still slept in the same bed. He still held her at night. But there was no sex. Their conversations stayed carefully light. Both of them were clearly busy with people the other could not fully see.
On the seventh night, just before sleep, Tara turned toward him in the dark.
“Jeeva?”
“Hmm?”
“Here is my progress.”

She unlocked her phone and held it out to him.
The screen showed a single photograph.

It was taken from a short distance, slightly candid, probably by a café staff member.
Tara sat across a small table from Sam Arya. She looked shy, almost self-conscious, a small smile on her lips.

Sam sat relaxed, one arm on the table, body angled toward her. Even in the ordinary café light he looked warm, solid, muscular. The kind of presence that filled the frame without effort.

Jeeva’s pulse stuttered once, hard.
He stared at the photo longer than he needed to.

Tara watched his face carefully, waiting for whatever would come next.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 13 - Jeeva turned Spy 

Jeeva took leave the next morning without telling Tara the real reason.

He simply said he had a slight fever and wanted to rest. She touched his forehead, frowned, and told him to sleep properly. The moment her cab turned the corner, he got into his own car and followed.
He kept three vehicles between them the entire way. Tara’s cab took the usual route, stopped at the same signal, and dropped her at the office gate at 9:07 a.m. She walked in alone, phone in one hand, bag on her shoulder. No one was waiting for her. No Sam Arya. No familiar car.
Jeeva parked two streets away and waited until 10:30. Then he walked to the rear service entrance where the cleaning staff usually took their tea break. He already knew one of them — a middle-aged man who had smiled at him once or twice when he visited Tara’s office. A short conversation, a folded note with cash, and clear instructions were enough. The man looked nervous but nodded.
By 11:15 a tiny Wi-Fi camera was live, fixed at an angle that covered Tara’s desk and the two seats beside her. The picture was slightly grainy but clear enough. Jeeva sat in his car with earphones on and watched.
Most of the morning was painfully ordinary.
Tara worked. She typed, took two short calls, spoke to a female colleague about a file, and once laughed at something on her monitor. At 11:40 she stood up, picked up her bottle, and went to the cafeteria. The cleaning staff quietly moved the camera. Jeeva watched her sit alone at a corner table, scroll through her phone, and eat a sandwich without once looking around for someone.
At 12:25 she went up to the rooftop calm zone — a small open area with two benches and potted plants where people went for quick breaks. The camera followed again. For eight minutes she sat alone, eyes closed, face tilted toward the weak sunlight.
Then Sam Arya appeared.
He walked in with a coffee in one hand and sat on the opposite bench, not too close. Their conversation lasted exactly twelve minutes. Jeeva increased the volume.
Sam asked about a client presentation.
Tara answered with normal work details.
They spoke about a new film that had released the previous week — the kind of casual talk any two colleagues might have. Sam said the movie was overrated. Tara said the music was good. Nothing more.
When Sam stood up to leave, he simply said, “See you,” and walked away. Tara stayed on the bench for another three minutes before going back inside.
At lunch hour Jeeva watched the main gate from his car. Sam Arya came out alone, got into his vehicle, and drove off. Tara never appeared. She remained inside the building.
The afternoon crawled.
Tara returned to her desk. She worked. She went to the printer once. She spoke to two different colleagues about deadlines. No private meetings. No long calls. No Sam.
Only when the evening lights of the office began to glow against the darkening sky did the pattern finally change.

---

Jeeva watched them walk out of the office building together.


Sam opened the passenger door for her. Tara didn't hesitate even for half a second, it gave him a clear picture to Jeeva that this car ride is regular for sometime now. The car pulled into the evening traffic. Jeeva waited until three vehicles had passed before he followed.

Twenty minutes later the car slowed and stopped in front of a small, warmly lit café on a quieter street. Jeeva parked further down, pulled a black mask over his nose and mouth, and walked in a minute after them.
Luck stayed with him. Tara sat with her back to the entrance. Sam faced her, the soft café light falling across his shoulders. Jeeva slid into the empty table directly behind them. A high wooden partition hid their faces from him, but their voices carried clearly.
For the first few minutes the talk stayed safe.
Sam: “That client would have kept changing the design forever if you hadn’t stepped in. You explained it better than I could.”
Tara: “I just repeated what you already told him in the morning. He only listens when a woman says it in a softer voice, I think.”
Sam gave a low laugh.
Then, after a short pause, his tone changed slightly — still casual, but more careful.
Sam: “Your husband… he doesn’t mind you staying back so often these days?”
Tara did not answer immediately. When she spoke, her voice remained light, almost fond.
Tara: “Jeeva? He never creates issues about work. He’s the kind of man who actually feels happy when I’m doing well at office. Most husbands would ask a hundred questions. He just says, ‘Take care, call me when you leave.’”
Sam: “He trusts you a lot.”
Tara: “He does. Completely. Sometimes I think he trusts me more than I trust myself.” She gave a small soft laugh. “He’s… steady. The kind of steady that doesn’t shake even when things around him get messy. I’m lucky.”
There was a brief silence.
Sam’s voice came quieter.
Sam: “He’s lucky to have you as a wife.”
Another short silence stretched between them. Jeeva sat completely still, listening to his own heartbeat.
Then Tara spoke again, almost playfully, but with a strange edge underneath.
Tara: “Why aren’t you lucky to have me as a friend?”
Sam did not laugh this time. His answer came low and certain.
Sam: “Absolutely. I am lucky. And I do have you.”
The words hung in the air longer than they should have.
Neither of them spoke for several seconds.
Tara broke the quiet first, her tone returning to normal as if the previous moment had not happened.
Tara: “I’ll pay the bill this time. You keep paying whenever we come here. It’s not fair.”
Sam: “Let me—”

Tara: “No. My turn.”

Jeeva heard the soft sound of a card being placed on the table.

He waited ten more seconds, then stood up and walked out of the café without looking back, the mask still covering half his face, Tara’s words about him still echoing in his ears — steady, trusting, lucky — mixed with the way Sam had said I do have you.

Jeeva had heard enough.


Ten minutes later Sam and Tara came out.

Sam opened the passenger door for her again. The car merged into the traffic. Jeeva followed, keeping a careful distance.
At first the route was normal — the same roads Tara’s cab usually took. Then Sam took a left turn that led toward their residential area. Jeeva’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

He’s going toward the house.
The rule flashed in his mind instantly.
They had both agreed: if either of them ever wanted to bring the chosen partner home, they had to inform the other in advance. 

Tara had not said a single word about taking Sam home.
he even though if their drive in evening is regular means, is she already taking same every time to home before he arrives?
A cold wave of panic mixed with anger rose in Jeeva’s chest.

Was she already breaking the rules? 
Had the café conversation been only an act? Was she taking him home right now while Jeeva was supposed to believe everything was still under control?

The car ahead slowed near their street.
Jeeva’s heart was beating so hard he could feel it in his throat. He prepared to follow them all the way to the gate if necessary.
Then the passenger door opened.

Tara stepped out onto the pavement — one full street before their apartment building. She said something through the window, gave a small wave, and started walking the remaining distance alone. Sam’s car stayed there for a few seconds, then slowly drove away in the opposite direction.

Jeeva did not follow.

He turned into a side road, switched off the headlights, and sat in the dark, breathing hard. The panic drained out of him almost as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a strange, shaky relief.

She had stayed true to the rule.
She had not brought him home.

---

When he finally returned and lay down beside her that night, one clear thought settled in his mind:

So far there was nothing wrong. She had not taken Sam home. At the café she had steered the conversation away from danger and spoken well of her husband. A quiet pride rose in him. She was resisting. She is just playing her part in experiment honestly and sincerly. 

He was still smiling to himself when Tara turned her head on the pillow.
“What happened?”

“Nothing. Just… felt happy today for some unknown reason.”
She looked puzzled but didn’t press. Instead she asked,
“What’s the progress with Ramya?”

Jeeva had almost nothing to report. He had barely spoken to her beyond normal work calls.
“Going good,” he said. “She’ll get closer soon. The real test will start.”

Relief and sudden desire mixed in his chest. 
He reached out, grabbed her breast over the thin maxi, and pressed gently.
Tara caught his wrist.

“No. Control yourself. We are still in the experiment.”

For the first time in days Jeeva didn’t feel the usual knot of doubt. She had not crossed any line. She was treating this as a real experiment, not a hidden excuse. He decided, in that moment, to stay true to the game and stop fighting shadows.

He was just beginning to relax when Tara’s phone rang on the bedside table.
12:00 a.m. exactly.

She picked it up at once, voice bright and warm.
“Happy Birthday, Sam.

See this birthday, You’re soon going to get what you’ve wished for a long time.”


Jeeva’s body went completely still.
What is he going to get?

The small freedom he had felt only seconds earlier vanished like smoke.
The experiment pulled him back under, tighter and darker than before.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 14 - Permission


The call ended.

The sudden silence in the bedroom felt louder than the conversation that had just taken place. Tara slowly placed the phone back on the bedside table. The screen light faded, leaving only the weak streetlight coming through the curtains.
She turned to look at him.

Whatever she saw on Jeeva’s face made her pause. His eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling, but something in them had gone flat and cold. The easy breathing he had found only minutes earlier was gone. His chest rose and fell in short, controlled movements, as if he was deliberately stopping himself from saying the wrong thing.

Tara spoke carefully, almost gently.

“Jeeva… I need your permission to bring Sam home tomorrow.”
The words hit harder than the birthday wish.

For a few seconds Jeeva did not react. Then he let out a short, disbelieving breath through his nose.

“Why?”
“Tomorrow is his birthday.”
He finally turned his head on the pillow and looked at her. In the dim light her face looked calm, almost soft. That calmness irritated him more than if she had been nervous.

“It’s been barely a week,” he said, voice low. “Barely one week and you’re already inviting him into our house?”
“I just felt like cooking something for him. His family is away these days. You know that.”

“We have an agreement.” Jeeva’s voice tightened despite his effort to keep it steady. “We both agreed. When your partner is here, I will not be here. When my partner is here, you will not be here. That was clear.”
Tara stayed quiet for a moment, fingers lightly tracing the edge of the bedsheet.

“Then you spend some extra time with Ramya tomorrow evening,” she said. “Stay out a little longer. We’ll come early. I’ll cook for three people… but the special dishes will be for him. What do you say?”

Jeeva sat up slowly, resting his back against the headboard. The sheet slipped down to his waist. He ran a hand through his hair.
“It’s too early, Tara. This is moving too fast.”

“He’s trustworthy,” she replied. There was a quiet certainty in her tone that he had started to dislike. “He’s earned it.”
When Jeeva didn’t answer, she shifted closer, still lying on her side, looking up at him.

“Listen to me. All these days he has been picking me up after office. Every single evening. Not once — not even once — did he drop me at our gate. Because I told him I didn’t want to bring him here yet. He respected that.

Is that not enough for you?

Even if this experiment ends tomorrow, I honestly feel I’m gaining a real friendship. 
A good one. The kind that doesn’t come easily.”
Jeeva stared at the opposite wall.

Every argument that rose in his throat sounded like pure jealousy. He hated that. He hated that she was forcing him into a corner where saying “no” would make him look insecure, and saying “yes” felt like handing her over.
The silence stretched.

Finally he spoke, the words coming out rough.
“Plan simple dishes. Nothing too special. Cook early. And send him home early.

I don’t want to stay late at office tomorrow just so the two of you can have extra time here.”

Tara’s face changed instantly. The tension left her shoulders. 
A small, genuine smile appeared — the kind she used to give him when he agreed to something she really wanted.

She moved across the small space between them, wrapped both arms around his waist, and rested her head against his bare stomach.
“Thank you,” she whispered.

Jeeva looked down at her. His hand hovered in the air for a few seconds before it finally came to rest on her back. He did not stroke her hair. He did not pull her closer. He only kept his palm there, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her nightdress.

Outside, a two-wheeler passed and faded into the night.
Inside the room the birthday call still seemed to echo, mixed with the permission he had just given.

Tara’s breathing slowly evened out against him, but Jeeva remained awake, eyes open in the dark.

Tomorrow Sam Arya would sit in their living room.
Eat food cooked by his wife.
In his house.

And for the first time since the experiment began, Jeeva felt the clear, sharp fear that the rules they had written so carefully might not be strong enough to hold what was coming.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 15 - The Door


8:15 p.m.
Jeeva’s phone lit up in the dark car.

Tara:
He’s eating.
Almost nearing climax.
Will leave soon.
Wait outside until I text.
The word climax hit him harder than it should have.
He read the message twice. The logical part of his brain knew she meant the meal was almost over. The rest of his brain refused to accept the safer meaning.
He stayed in the car, engine off, eyes fixed on their floor.

Back in noon, he had remembered the small Wi-Fi camera still lying in his office drawer — the same one he had used to spy on Tara at work. He had meant to bring it home by noon itself and hide it somewhere in the living room. But his manager never left him free today. The realisation only made his mood worse.



Ten minutes passed. Fifteen.
No second message came.

8:30 p.m.
Patience snapped.
He called her.
The phone rang six times and went to voicemail.
He called again. Same result.
Something cold and sharp moved through his chest.
He got out of the car, walked into the building, and took the lift. When the doors opened on their floor he already knew he was breaking the agreement by entering early. He did it anyway.
The main door was not locked.
Jeeva stepped inside and closed it quietly behind him.
He could not see Sam or Tara. 

The living room looked ordinary at first glance.

Three plates on the dining table. One still had a little food left. Two glasses near the sink. The smell of biryani and spiced chicken hung in the air.
But his eyes refused to stay on the safe details.

The dining chairs were not pushed in properly. Two of them stood at odd angles, as if people had left them in a hurry. On the table itself, several vessels and the serving spoon had been shifted all the way to the far edge — the way things move when someone is pressed against the table and needs space.

Nothing was clear proof.

Everything could still be explained by a normal dinner.
Yet every small thing arranged itself into the same picture in his head.
He walked toward the bedroom.

The bed was neatly made. No clothes on the floor. No obvious signs.
But the bedside lamp was on, and one corner of the bedsheet was slightly pulled out, as though someone had sat there or lain down for a while and then tried to tidy it.

Then he heard the water.
The bathroom shower was running.
Jeeva stopped in the middle of the room.

Steam had already begun to seep under the door.
The sound of water hitting tiles filled the silence.

His mind moved faster than he could stop it.
What if the door opens and both of them step out?
What if Sam is still here?
What if the dinner, the shifted vessels on the table… were only the beginning?
Even if she is alone why she needs to bath now?

The water stopped.

A few seconds of complete silence followed.
Then the bathroom lock clicked.

The handle began to turn.
Jeeva stood frozen, eyes locked on the slowly opening door, every worst possibility he had tried to reject all evening now standing right in front of him, waiting to walk out.

[saka1981]

Late Night ...Heygi's effect started .....waiting for next one ,

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 16 - Only Her


The bathroom door opened.
Only Tara stepped out.

She stood in the soft bedroom light wrapped in a light towel, hair dripping onto her shoulders, skin still flushed and warm from the shower. For a full second she simply stared at him, surprise clear in her eyes. Then the surprise shifted into mild annoyance.
“You came in early.”

Jeeva could not answer. The panic was still written across every part of him — the rigid set of his shoulders, the way his gaze kept darting behind her toward the bathroom, the shallow, uneven way he was breathing. His hands hung uselessly at his sides.
Tara’s expression changed as she read his face.

The annoyance drained away. What replaced it was something quieter, almost tired, mixed with a thin smile that did not reach her eyes.
“You really thought I would do it in our house… in the second week?”
She stepped aside and gave a small nod toward the open bathroom door.
“Go. Check.”
Jeeva didnt move, but she pulled him inside, past her on unsteady legs. The bathroom was empty. Steam still clung to the mirror. Only her clothes hung on the hook — the same dress she had worn for dinner. One towel. One pair of slippers. No second presence of any kind.

He stepped back out. The relief hit him so hard that his knees felt weak. He had to put a hand on the wall for a moment.
Tara watched him carefully, then reached out and took his hand. She guided him to the edge of the bed and pulled him down to sit beside her. Their shoulders touched. She did not move away.

“Do you still doubt me?” she asked, voice low.
“No.” The word came out rough. He swallowed. “But the hall… the dining table. All the vessels were pushed to one side. The chairs were left at strange angles. The bedsheet was pulled out—”

Tara let out a short, disbelieving laugh, then quickly composed herself.
“Sam left at 8:15, latest 8:18. After he went I felt sticky and oily from standing over the stove all evening and then sitting through that heavy dinner. I just wanted a quick shower before you came up. That is all.”

She leaned across him, picked up her phone from the bedside table, and unlocked it.
First she opened the messaging app and showed him a text she had typed but never sent:
He’s gone. You can come up.

Then she switched to the apartment gate application and played the visitor log. Clear as day: Sam Arya’s vehicle exited at 8:18 p.m.
Finally she opened WhatsApp and held the screen toward him.

Sam:
Thank you for dinner, Tara. Everything was really good.
Good night.
Time stamp: 8:21 p.m.

Jeeva read every word twice. The solid, time-stamped proof sank into him slowly, pushing the worst images back into the corners of his mind. His shoulders finally dropped.

Tara kept her eyes on his face. When she spoke again her voice had lost all playfulness. It was soft, and underneath the softness there was a clear thread of hurt.

“I’ve followed every single rule we wrote together. Every one. And you still walked in here looking like the world had ended.”
She shifted closer and rested her forehead against the side of his neck. He felt the warm dampness of her hair against his skin.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to see you like this.
Is this what cheating does to people? Is this the kind of trauma it leaves behind?”

Jeeva said, you did nothing wrong its me overthinking, 

A tear escaped before she could stop it. It ran down her cheek and fell against his collarbone. She wiped it away quickly with the back of her hand, but Jeeva had already felt it. In seven years of marriage he could count on one hand the times he had seen her cry. The sight left a strange, heavy pressure in his chest.

He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her against him. She allowed it, her body slowly relaxing into his.
“Sam only ate and talked,” she said into his shirt. “Nothing else happened.”

They stayed like that for a long time, the only sound the faint hum of the night outside the window.

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Much later, after Jeeva’s breathing had finally evened into sleep, Tara remained awake.

She lay with her back to him, eyes open in the dark. The tears returned without permission — quiet, stubborn, sliding across the bridge of her nose and soaking into the pillow. She could not name the exact reason. Guilt for the look she had put on her husband’s face. Guilt for the experiment itself. Or something deeper that she was not ready to look at.

Minutes passed.
Her gaze drifted across the dark floor near the leg of the cot. Something small and square caught the faint light coming through the curtains.
A condom packet.

It must have slipped out earlier when she had moved her things.
Tara’s body went completely still.

She held her breath and listened. Jeeva’s breathing remained deep and steady. Slowly, carefully, she stretched out her hand, closed her fingers around the packet, and pulled it toward her. Without making a sound she pushed it far under the bed until it disappeared into the shadows.
Then she turned her face fully to the wall, drew her knees up slightly, and closed her eyes.

Sleep did not come.
In the darkness she kept seeing two images at the same time:
the broken, terrified expression on Jeeva’s face when she had stepped out of the bathroom…

and the small square packet now hidden under their bed.
Both stayed with her until the sky began to lighten.

[heygiwriter]

That's all for the day good night guys

[naruto9211]

Fantastic as always..
Condom packet.. Hiding it.. Interesting..
When will this story finish.. I wont read till you finish..

[amzad2004]

I think Tara has been cheating for long. She has been lying from the beginning. She has used the situation of Arjun and Meera. She tricked Jeeva into experiment game and also tricked to pick sam's name. She never loves Jeeva or got bored of him. With sam she has been feeling desired and valued. From this day onwards including the resort day jeeva's suspicion has been getting rock solid. At the end Jeeva will find out the truth. I think Tara's intention is to push jeeva to another woman so that she could get rid of the guilt or get divorce from him. She wants child custody also. She is planning to hunt two birds with one arrow. Heygi has stored all the twist for the final chapter. I think this is a classic story of a betrayal and deception. They will get divorce that is for sure. It will be interesting to see how heygi narrate the climax at the end. Is it through Tara's detailed confession or sam's. Will jeeva involve sam's wife with him to uncover the truth? Hope heygi won't delete this comment. :D

[Rangabaashyam]

Excellent updates. In the lift, tara was not just pressed against the chest. She had felt his monster cock as well and that changed everything. She was too cunning and ckever to be handled by any man.
Jeeva doesn't know a real man can fuck a woman even holding her in his hands without touching anything in her house.

[Rangushki]

If a woman decides to cheat, she will find all ways and means. Tara know that Jeeva is an emotional idiot and easy to fool. How beautiful the way she is pulling jeeva to adultery to justify her act.
Great writing bro!!!!!!!

[spica308]

Why fix something which is not broken. Strange.
Well settled and happy people tempting fate.

[RCF]

Kind of story where I would want jump into it and slap the hell out of Tara and her foolishness.
If she already doesn't know then she needs to know that by nature men are jealous and doubting, its in their nature to run wild scenarios all the time and generate fear for themselves...that is their way of loving someone. If your man doesn't care or not stressed or not acting like Jeeva is acting then he is not in love nor he cares...Women and Men are built different by nature. His expressions, his worried stance, his doubting her at her every step itself should show her how much he loves her and fears of losing her so her getting hurt on his behavior is unnecessary. His jealousy is exactly the price she would have to pay to play this game, and it isn't obvious to her...

Now after stating the obvious, lets see the chronological timeline.

Timeline where last chapter ended is 2 weeks after the experiment has started and the first chapter is 6 months after the experiment began...so in the meantime, we do not know what happened but few things are clear and can be stated as facts and also we can clearly see that one is hiding and other one is already breaking rules with ease....

1. They broke the rule of no tours with partners...both of them are in a resort with partners.
2. Jeeva broke the kiss rule so he already slipped and he is very casual about it as if that was not the first time he did it.
3. Tara lies about the love bite, bug bite and rubbing is clearly a lie.

So who broke the first rule, where it started and what happened all these 5 months and how did the couple end up in a resort just 20 kms from the city on different side of the same city is something we have yet to read...So the obv elephant in the room...a condom packet(Could be her way of protecting her marriage if she gets tempted so she kept one handy in case Sam forces himself on her...Rule no 6), a love bite 5 months later...does it prove she is already in an affair? I don't think so, does it activate our brains to doubt her, of course yes and that's the intention of author to keep Tara's work as mystery and lay it out with secrecy but keep Jeeva's side transparent...haven't we seen this pattern before...readers get sympathize with lead man easily, they blame woman, that's the misogynistic nature of men, what to do...we are all raised in a society like that, filled with prejudice....

What I think really is happening....

Tara wants lively life, she wants marriage without boredom, she wants her husband with more attention towards her, she do not want a calm husband and boring one. So instead of talking it through words and make her husband take her seriously, she planned a deliberate devious plan to kindle things between them organically....

The entire experiment is a jealousy-generation machine, and infidelity was never the point — provoking Jeeva was her ultimate goal and she was obviously thinking many months before confronting him but the game and opportunity Meera and Arjun gave them, she took it with both hands and manipulated into a game. Several things support this theory so far...

1. "This perfect life is boring."
2. "I want to see you fight for me a little. Want me a little more. Show some jealousy. If everything is perfect all the time, it becomes too flat."
3. "That's the first time you've sounded like you're fighting for me," in seven years....

Deliberately pick Sam's call at midnight and say ""you're soon going to get what you've wished for a long time" to make her husband anxious. Why didn't Jeeva ask about it? He was sitting right there and could ask her what did Sam wish for so long and what is he getting? Didn't they plan for transparency? Idea is for the individual to test themselves and their love for each other, not to put through others through jealousy and test them...though that is in my opinion Tara's hidden intention. So again conveniently Author didn't make Jeeva question it, as answer to that would not have made him come early in next chapter 16 and look beaten to death already in 2 weeks like a jealous husband.

Tara's real goal is provoking jealousy, the most efficient tool here is not about faking something with Sam, it's letting Jeeva witness something authentic and just not softening the blow but weaponize it to bring raw emotions out of Jeeva and his feelings which were dormant all their marriage life for 7 years. Always real material lands harder than performed material. She gets the reaction she wants precisely already but the pain he is going through is making her guilty.

Picking Sam was her choice all along because unlike Karthik she was certain that Sam would never force himself on her, he is steady, calm and calculated. Yes he is attracted to her, strips her with his eyes but he is not immature Karthik who already has 3 affairs and couldn't keep them in secret and also the kind who would not leave the game with out sleeping with her when you lift the boundaries around him so he is clearly unsafe though Jeeva thought otherwise so Tara's thinking is spot on here...but , yes there is a but...the kind Sam usually won't force themselves and that is true but the danger is they make the woman fall for them...looks like Tara didn't think through...lets see...

~RCF

[Arul Pragasam]

Super sago. The way it was started already pushed to edge of seat. Keep jeeva jealous, fear and doubtful is interesting. The way tara explained about sam as masculine gym body shows she had already fallen for him or he has seduced her enough.