24-12-2025, 10:37 PM
Chapter 36 – A planned Normalcy
Rohan waited, phone to ear, the penthouse quiet around him.
“Are you there?” he asked finally, tone edged with impatience.
Aadhil’s voice came back — low, amused, a hint of breathlessness.
“Yeah…”
Rohan’s tone sharpened, protective steel underneath.
“Take your dirty finger away from my woman.”
Aadhil laughed — surprised, genuine, the sound rich and familiar.
“How did you know, man? Installed spy cameras?”
Rohan: “We’ve been friends in business for ten years… and it’s much more, we know, right? Won’t I know about you?”
Aadhil laughed again — louder, surrendering.
“Sorry, man. I take back my fingers.”
Rohan: “Good for you. Only if you behave, I’ll give intro to her. Treat your sister-in-law good.”
Aadhil: “Okay, brother. What’s next?”
Rohan: “Nothing. Some drag in my plan — unseen, unforeseen. Need to clear obstacles.”
Aadhil: “You used to give me ideas. How can I help, whatever the matter is. Take care.”
“Just got curious about faking…”
Rohan: “It’s temporary.”
Aadhil: “Got it. Good night, buddy. Let’s meet soon.”
Rohan smiled — small, satisfied.
Said bye.
Ended the call.
Aadhil was his partner.
Friend.
Brother.
All.
Not fake — real.
He covered Rohan’s shady business — the edges that needed discretion.
While Aadhil converted Rohan’s good business income — doubled, tripled it through clever channels.
For their families — these two men were innocent on the surface.
Husbands.
Fathers.
But they knew how to make money. And much more.
They went to any extent for fun when together — the old days, wild nights, shared secrets.
Ever since marriage — both — their meetings reduced.
Just phones.
Banking updates.
Casual visits with families — polite, surface.
Rohan got his idea from the call.
Aadhil from Kerala. His family there too.
Why not go there?
Give space to Nivi... one way to get back her attention...
Instead of being a burden here — why not visit Kerala?
Move away from Nivi.
Give her time.
Let her miss me.
The pull stronger in absence.
Rohan thanked Aadhil his mere phone call gets him an idea...
The next day.
He packed quietly — suitcase light, essentials only.
Called Nivi — professional tone, no warmth leaking.
“Emergency at home. Out for a week. Take care of business things.”
Nivi surprised — also shocked. "Why leaving now? What happened?"
Rohan paused, voice steady. "It's personal. I wanted to share, but not the right time."
Then, lower, checking Prem wasn't around: "Also, this is best I can do for you.. I'm giving space for recovery.. I'm near you, it's a burden.. Take care, Nivi.."
She was about to say no.. you are not a burden.. but before she speak.. Rohan walked away, Nivi couldn't understand him fully — but thanked him for being way better than she thought.
Rohan leaving to Kerala, the smartest thing he did.
Prem didn’t have chance to suspect off-minded Nivi.
Business ate her time — meetings, pitches, numbers. Her awkwardness gradually dropped — mask strengthening.
Gave her ample time to get back on feet — charm, calm, steadiness returning.
Rohan gone.
Space.
But the pull — still there, quiet but persistent.
Prem still didn't get his chance in bed — he knew the work pressure without Rohan, realized his need for presence and work.
Didn't overflow with love things and trouble.
This gave her ample time for self-recovery.
The bed, her love for Prem — left just in hugging and some kisses.
But it evolved to normal.
She listened to his words, responded, replied, laughed, chatted.
She was happy with this — surface peace.
The second week too, Rohan missed.
Nivi thought Rohan said one week but its 2 week so far...
She called him — curious, missing his presence in the company and home.
He said he would be back soon but asked her not to worry as things in control.
She kind of missed him.
If not for sex — he was her guide, mentor, good friend.
At times she thinks — maybe as Rohan said, I should not mix pleasure and love?
She quietly getting prepared to be practical...
Her awakening just inches away.
But she is not yet ready to accept it.
And on one Thursday...
While she deep into computer — files, presentations, numbers blurring.
Rohan's voice appeared behind her — unexpected, warm.
"Long time, Madam.. how's the business going..."
This was the first time in weeks.
There was a warm smile that came from Nivi towards Rohan — involuntary, genuine.
Rohan calculated it.
Got the result.
The space worked.
She missed him.
The pull stronger.
Control — slipping back to him.
Rohan waited, phone to ear, the penthouse quiet around him.
“Are you there?” he asked finally, tone edged with impatience.
Aadhil’s voice came back — low, amused, a hint of breathlessness.
“Yeah…”
Rohan’s tone sharpened, protective steel underneath.
“Take your dirty finger away from my woman.”
Aadhil laughed — surprised, genuine, the sound rich and familiar.
“How did you know, man? Installed spy cameras?”
Rohan: “We’ve been friends in business for ten years… and it’s much more, we know, right? Won’t I know about you?”
Aadhil laughed again — louder, surrendering.
“Sorry, man. I take back my fingers.”
Rohan: “Good for you. Only if you behave, I’ll give intro to her. Treat your sister-in-law good.”
Aadhil: “Okay, brother. What’s next?”
Rohan: “Nothing. Some drag in my plan — unseen, unforeseen. Need to clear obstacles.”
Aadhil: “You used to give me ideas. How can I help, whatever the matter is. Take care.”
“Just got curious about faking…”
Rohan: “It’s temporary.”
Aadhil: “Got it. Good night, buddy. Let’s meet soon.”
Rohan smiled — small, satisfied.
Said bye.
Ended the call.
Aadhil was his partner.
Friend.
Brother.
All.
Not fake — real.
He covered Rohan’s shady business — the edges that needed discretion.
While Aadhil converted Rohan’s good business income — doubled, tripled it through clever channels.
For their families — these two men were innocent on the surface.
Husbands.
Fathers.
But they knew how to make money. And much more.
They went to any extent for fun when together — the old days, wild nights, shared secrets.
Ever since marriage — both — their meetings reduced.
Just phones.
Banking updates.
Casual visits with families — polite, surface.
Rohan got his idea from the call.
Aadhil from Kerala. His family there too.
Why not go there?
Give space to Nivi... one way to get back her attention...
Instead of being a burden here — why not visit Kerala?
Move away from Nivi.
Give her time.
Let her miss me.
The pull stronger in absence.
Rohan thanked Aadhil his mere phone call gets him an idea...
The next day.
He packed quietly — suitcase light, essentials only.
Called Nivi — professional tone, no warmth leaking.
“Emergency at home. Out for a week. Take care of business things.”
Nivi surprised — also shocked. "Why leaving now? What happened?"
Rohan paused, voice steady. "It's personal. I wanted to share, but not the right time."
Then, lower, checking Prem wasn't around: "Also, this is best I can do for you.. I'm giving space for recovery.. I'm near you, it's a burden.. Take care, Nivi.."
She was about to say no.. you are not a burden.. but before she speak.. Rohan walked away, Nivi couldn't understand him fully — but thanked him for being way better than she thought.
Rohan leaving to Kerala, the smartest thing he did.
Prem didn’t have chance to suspect off-minded Nivi.
Business ate her time — meetings, pitches, numbers. Her awkwardness gradually dropped — mask strengthening.
Gave her ample time to get back on feet — charm, calm, steadiness returning.
Rohan gone.
Space.
But the pull — still there, quiet but persistent.
Prem still didn't get his chance in bed — he knew the work pressure without Rohan, realized his need for presence and work.
Didn't overflow with love things and trouble.
This gave her ample time for self-recovery.
The bed, her love for Prem — left just in hugging and some kisses.
But it evolved to normal.
She listened to his words, responded, replied, laughed, chatted.
She was happy with this — surface peace.
The second week too, Rohan missed.
Nivi thought Rohan said one week but its 2 week so far...
She called him — curious, missing his presence in the company and home.
He said he would be back soon but asked her not to worry as things in control.
She kind of missed him.
If not for sex — he was her guide, mentor, good friend.
At times she thinks — maybe as Rohan said, I should not mix pleasure and love?
She quietly getting prepared to be practical...
Her awakening just inches away.
But she is not yet ready to accept it.
And on one Thursday...
While she deep into computer — files, presentations, numbers blurring.
Rohan's voice appeared behind her — unexpected, warm.
"Long time, Madam.. how's the business going..."
This was the first time in weeks.
There was a warm smile that came from Nivi towards Rohan — involuntary, genuine.
Rohan calculated it.
Got the result.
The space worked.
She missed him.
The pull stronger.
Control — slipping back to him.
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