24-12-2025, 09:18 PM
Chapter 35 – The Surprise Dinner
The car pulled into the penthouse garage, the evening light fading over Chennai, casting long shadows across the concrete.
Prem rushed ahead, eager, while Nivi stepped out slowly, opened the door to take her suitcase in hand.
Her body still carried the ache from the morning's passion — a deep, secret soreness between her thighs, a reminder that made every movement conscious.
Mind a storm of guilt and confusion — Prem's messages, his change, the night with Rohan all colliding.
Prem was waiting in the living room — smiling wide, Aara on his lap, both holding a small plate.
A sweet — homemade gulab jamun, slightly misshapen but warm, syrup glistening.
Prem stood, proud.
“Surprise! I made this for you.”
Nivi froze.
Couldn’t meet his eyes.
Guilt heavy — crushing, like a weight on her chest.
Rohan’s words echoed in her mind: Distract yourself with work. Keep yourself stronger than ever.
Her voice came out small, forced.
“Thanks…”
Prem felt something odd — a flicker in her expression. He couldn’t tell what.
Earlier, he used to doubt everything. Now, he wanted to trust.
But she behaved… distant. Cooler than expected.
She went in — changed to night dress quietly, movements mechanical.
Moved all files to the dining table.
Remembered Rohan: Career is distraction.
Opened laptop.
Accessed information about new clients.
Started preparing presentations — focused, deep, fingers flying over keys, mind forcing itself into numbers, strategies.
Prem watched from the doorway — silent, a bit hurt.
Realised she was too focused.
All his sudden love displays — she might take time to warm.
It’s not perfect to eat her time for his need.
He quietly moved away — giving space.
9 PM.
Prem: “I have a surprise.”
Nivi looked up from screen.
“What?”
He smiled wide. “I prepared dinner myself. For my love.”
Nivi didn’t want to sound strange — distant.
“Oh… you’re surprising me so much today.”
Forced a smile — tighter than before.
Walked with him.
Sat at the dinner table — candles flickering softly, Aara giggling beside.
Simple spread — rice, sambar, vegetable curry, his effort clear in every dish.
Nivi saw them — Aara excited, Prem beaming with pride.
Love.
Pure.
What have you done, Nivi…?
She questioned herself — silent, throat tight.
Within minutes — Rohan arrived.
Keycard beep at door.
He stepped in — casual shirt, file in hand.
Thought it was his luxury apartment.
But Prem, Nivi, and Aara had turned it into their home — toys scattered, dinner smells filling air.
Rohan now sounded like a guest… but he was the owner of the house — and hours ago, he had owned Nivi’s body, even now the memory fresh.
“What a surprise,” he said, casual, smile easy.
Prem stressed, welcoming. “Come, my friend. I made something special for Nivi.”
Rohan joked lightly. “Okay then, I’ll eat elsewhere.”
Prem surprised — Rohan joking with him.
He’s not usually like this…
Rohan, reading thoughts, quick recovery.
“Prem is new. Feels energetic, lovely — remembering my college days. See, he changed me.”
Spoke looking at Nivi’s face — subtle challenge in eyes.
Nivi forced a smile — thin, eyes dropping to plate.
She said, “Rohan, the files you asked are ready. I’m sorry — feel very tired. Should we submit tomorrow or postpone?”
Rohan back to business mode — sharp.
“This is why I was never friendly. No matter what — this has to be done tomorrow.”
He looked at plate — joined anyway, casual.
Went out for a cigar later — terrace, alone.
Prem looking at tense situation — thought they’re in business mood.
Nivi quickly finished dinner and took Aara with her to the small room.
After Nivi made Aara sleep — spent more time today, hugging extra, reading stories longer, kissing forehead repeatedly.
Came back to bedroom.
At 10:30 PM.
Searching something to cool her — mind.
In bed.
Prem apologised softly.
Asked her to forgive him — past years.
She cried — literally, tears sudden.
Prem asked, concerned. “What happened? Did I say anything wrong…”
She pulled back slightly. “Nothing… I wish you were like this earlier…”
Prem shocked. “What if I was like this earlier?”
Nivi made up — voice steadying.
“I would have started business earlier… we’d be settled now.”
Changed narrative — safe.
Prem: “Yeah, you’re right. But nevertheless, it’s not late.”
He came to hug — warm, hopeful.
Brought lips on her — gentle, loving.
She allowed.
Responded — soft at first.
But as she closed eyes — mind painted only Rohan.
His touch, his intensity.
Not Prem.
Shocked — broke the kiss abruptly.
“Sorry… tired. Maybe sometimes later.”
Prem: “Okay…” Disappointed but understanding.
But Nivi just said no to kiss.
She was not in any mood for sex..She also fears if he would find out something if they make love... Prem never had it in months..
But she thought after all love displays he would expect it — didn't want to hurt him.
So she hugged him tight. She also need this for the guilt to evade soon.
Forced her head on his chest.
Tear drops silent.
Slept instantly — exhaustion claiming.
The place where she belonged too…
Prem felt a victory — small, warm.
This is enough.
Only at this moment he realised it has been years they were like this..
He thanked Pratap silently for guiding him right.
Adjacent room.
Rohan looking at the wall — listening faintly through thin luxury walls.
Thinking about next plan.
He knew Nivi won’t be easy anymore.
Needs more plan.
More manipulations.
To get her back with him.
How…
Phone rings.
Call displayed — Aadhil.
Rohan instantly picked.
Rohan: “Hey Aadhil, my dear partner. How are you?”
Aadhil: “I’m good. How do you do, man?”
Rohan: “I’m good. What a surprise. What’s up, buddy?”
Aadhil: “It seemed you are forging your documents. My intel my spy... told me... What, partner — trying to cheat me?”
Rohan laughed low. “Moodra patti… How will I cheat you?”
Aadhil: “Then who are you cheating?”
Rohan: “Someone special…”
Aadhil: “Adipoli… when are you going to introduce to me?”
Rohan: “Soon.”
Aadhil: “No way — send it now.”
Rohan: “Wait, partner. Let me send you.”
Sent an image — them in a meet.
Then alone — Nivi in red kurta, glowing.
Aadhil: “She is gorgeous…”
A minute of silence — Aadhil’s finger tracing her shapes on phone, breath audible.
Rohan: “Are you there?”
.....
The car pulled into the penthouse garage, the evening light fading over Chennai, casting long shadows across the concrete.
Prem rushed ahead, eager, while Nivi stepped out slowly, opened the door to take her suitcase in hand.
Her body still carried the ache from the morning's passion — a deep, secret soreness between her thighs, a reminder that made every movement conscious.
Mind a storm of guilt and confusion — Prem's messages, his change, the night with Rohan all colliding.
Prem was waiting in the living room — smiling wide, Aara on his lap, both holding a small plate.
A sweet — homemade gulab jamun, slightly misshapen but warm, syrup glistening.
Prem stood, proud.
“Surprise! I made this for you.”
Nivi froze.
Couldn’t meet his eyes.
Guilt heavy — crushing, like a weight on her chest.
Rohan’s words echoed in her mind: Distract yourself with work. Keep yourself stronger than ever.
Her voice came out small, forced.
“Thanks…”
Prem felt something odd — a flicker in her expression. He couldn’t tell what.
Earlier, he used to doubt everything. Now, he wanted to trust.
But she behaved… distant. Cooler than expected.
She went in — changed to night dress quietly, movements mechanical.
Moved all files to the dining table.
Remembered Rohan: Career is distraction.
Opened laptop.
Accessed information about new clients.
Started preparing presentations — focused, deep, fingers flying over keys, mind forcing itself into numbers, strategies.
Prem watched from the doorway — silent, a bit hurt.
Realised she was too focused.
All his sudden love displays — she might take time to warm.
It’s not perfect to eat her time for his need.
He quietly moved away — giving space.
9 PM.
Prem: “I have a surprise.”
Nivi looked up from screen.
“What?”
He smiled wide. “I prepared dinner myself. For my love.”
Nivi didn’t want to sound strange — distant.
“Oh… you’re surprising me so much today.”
Forced a smile — tighter than before.
Walked with him.
Sat at the dinner table — candles flickering softly, Aara giggling beside.
Simple spread — rice, sambar, vegetable curry, his effort clear in every dish.
Nivi saw them — Aara excited, Prem beaming with pride.
Love.
Pure.
What have you done, Nivi…?
She questioned herself — silent, throat tight.
Within minutes — Rohan arrived.
Keycard beep at door.
He stepped in — casual shirt, file in hand.
Thought it was his luxury apartment.
But Prem, Nivi, and Aara had turned it into their home — toys scattered, dinner smells filling air.
Rohan now sounded like a guest… but he was the owner of the house — and hours ago, he had owned Nivi’s body, even now the memory fresh.
“What a surprise,” he said, casual, smile easy.
Prem stressed, welcoming. “Come, my friend. I made something special for Nivi.”
Rohan joked lightly. “Okay then, I’ll eat elsewhere.”
Prem surprised — Rohan joking with him.
He’s not usually like this…
Rohan, reading thoughts, quick recovery.
“Prem is new. Feels energetic, lovely — remembering my college days. See, he changed me.”
Spoke looking at Nivi’s face — subtle challenge in eyes.
Nivi forced a smile — thin, eyes dropping to plate.
She said, “Rohan, the files you asked are ready. I’m sorry — feel very tired. Should we submit tomorrow or postpone?”
Rohan back to business mode — sharp.
“This is why I was never friendly. No matter what — this has to be done tomorrow.”
He looked at plate — joined anyway, casual.
Went out for a cigar later — terrace, alone.
Prem looking at tense situation — thought they’re in business mood.
Nivi quickly finished dinner and took Aara with her to the small room.
After Nivi made Aara sleep — spent more time today, hugging extra, reading stories longer, kissing forehead repeatedly.
Came back to bedroom.
At 10:30 PM.
Searching something to cool her — mind.
In bed.
Prem apologised softly.
Asked her to forgive him — past years.
She cried — literally, tears sudden.
Prem asked, concerned. “What happened? Did I say anything wrong…”
She pulled back slightly. “Nothing… I wish you were like this earlier…”
Prem shocked. “What if I was like this earlier?”
Nivi made up — voice steadying.
“I would have started business earlier… we’d be settled now.”
Changed narrative — safe.
Prem: “Yeah, you’re right. But nevertheless, it’s not late.”
He came to hug — warm, hopeful.
Brought lips on her — gentle, loving.
She allowed.
Responded — soft at first.
But as she closed eyes — mind painted only Rohan.
His touch, his intensity.
Not Prem.
Shocked — broke the kiss abruptly.
“Sorry… tired. Maybe sometimes later.”
Prem: “Okay…” Disappointed but understanding.
But Nivi just said no to kiss.
She was not in any mood for sex..She also fears if he would find out something if they make love... Prem never had it in months..
But she thought after all love displays he would expect it — didn't want to hurt him.
So she hugged him tight. She also need this for the guilt to evade soon.
Forced her head on his chest.
Tear drops silent.
Slept instantly — exhaustion claiming.
The place where she belonged too…
Prem felt a victory — small, warm.
This is enough.
Only at this moment he realised it has been years they were like this..
He thanked Pratap silently for guiding him right.
Adjacent room.
Rohan looking at the wall — listening faintly through thin luxury walls.
Thinking about next plan.
He knew Nivi won’t be easy anymore.
Needs more plan.
More manipulations.
To get her back with him.
How…
Phone rings.
Call displayed — Aadhil.
Rohan instantly picked.
Rohan: “Hey Aadhil, my dear partner. How are you?”
Aadhil: “I’m good. How do you do, man?”
Rohan: “I’m good. What a surprise. What’s up, buddy?”
Aadhil: “It seemed you are forging your documents. My intel my spy... told me... What, partner — trying to cheat me?”
Rohan laughed low. “Moodra patti… How will I cheat you?”
Aadhil: “Then who are you cheating?”
Rohan: “Someone special…”
Aadhil: “Adipoli… when are you going to introduce to me?”
Rohan: “Soon.”
Aadhil: “No way — send it now.”
Rohan: “Wait, partner. Let me send you.”
Sent an image — them in a meet.
Then alone — Nivi in red kurta, glowing.
Aadhil: “She is gorgeous…”
A minute of silence — Aadhil’s finger tracing her shapes on phone, breath audible.
Rohan: “Are you there?”
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