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Chapter 60 – The New Home & The Hidden Truths
That night during dinner, the dining room of the new house glowed softly under warm pendant lights. The long teak table was covered with simple home-cooked food — sambar, rasam, poriyal, curd rice, and a large bowl of fresh payasam. The air smelled of curry leaves, ghee, and the faint sea breeze drifting through the open windows.
Vani and Nitin were still present — invited to stay for the evening as a gesture of goodwill.
Prem sat at the head of the table — calm, composed, but his eyes carried a quiet weight.
Nivi sat beside him — feeding Aara small spoonfuls of rice, pretending full attention on the child, though her mind was elsewhere.
Nitin sat opposite — relaxed, chatting lightly about the house's design.
Vani — beside him — was stealing glances around the room: the high ceilings, the imported chandeliers, the marble floor that reflected the light like water.
Prem cleared his throat — voice steady.
"Nitin... you have been a pillar to me these past months. The company is in good hands with you."
Nitin smiled — humble.
"Thank you, da. Just doing my part."
Prem leaned forward slightly.
"I have some things to address... new business matters. I may need to step away for a few days — maybe more. In the meantime, you should take care of the company. And..." He paused, glancing at Nivi, then back at Nitin. "...in between, you should shift your belongings here."
Nitin blinked — surprised.
"What? Company is fine, but shifting...?"
Prem — calm, measured — "Until I build a new home, a friend — Rohan — helped me with a place in his house. I'm doing it for my another friend."
He looked at Nivi again — who kept her eyes on Aara, spoon paused mid-air.
Nivi was confused such a big descision why cant he inform me or discuss me am i too low in his eyes or unimportant... its is this behavior im navigating more towards Rohan.. she said to herself.
She also panicked of Aadhil warning dont trust Vani...
Prem Continued..
"You too will soon build an empire... even though if not that case... I have all rights to ask you to be here."
Nitin looked at Vani — searching her face.
Vani — who had been mesmerized by the house's beauty all evening — met his eyes for a second, then looked away.
She spoke softly.
"Okay."
Prem nodded — satisfied.
In his mind, he had already decided: he would visit Kerala to find the truth. Start from Rohan's married partner — not directly. He could get information around, quietly. Until then, he would make Nitin stay here. He would take care of the home and the company — and Prem could watch everything closely.
Vani and Nitin went back to their home while Nivi and Prem slept in tiered...
Next Day – Shifting
Prem and Nitin shifted all their belongings from their respective houses — boxes of clothes, Aara's toys, kitchen items, books, small furniture pieces.
Nivi helped — directing where things should go, smiling at Aara's excitement.
But when she went to lock her old room at Rohan's penthouse one last time, she paused.
The bed — where her sexual awakening had happened.
The bathroom mirror — where she had fixed her saree after quick, risky fucks.
She touched the doorframe — a quiet ache in her chest.
Rohan appeared behind her — silent, sudden.
He pulled her in — quick, deep kiss.
"Go ahead, darling," he whispered against her lips. "I won't leave you. Remember the secret paths and places. I'll knock on your door and fuck your cunt... just wait for me."
Nivi kissed him back — soft, lingering.
"Thanks for all," she said, voice small. "I won't forget this place."
Before Prem could arrive, they dispersed — Nivi back to the new house, Rohan to his office.
The New Home Settled
Nitin, Prem, Vani, and Nivi took time to arrange everything — boxes opened, clothes folded, Aara's room set up with toys and a small bed.
To take care of Aara, they appointed a new caretaker — Rohan had sent her. A quiet, efficient woman in her 40s. Their secret would be maintained — even if it continued here.
That Night – Bed
Nivi lay beside Prem — lights off, Aara asleep in the next room.
She stared at the ceiling — suddenly Aadhil's kiss flashed in her mind.
The way he turned his cheek into her lips.
The 5-minute lock — tongue tasting hers.
The whispered "blame your beauty."
She felt a flush — guilt, arousal, confusion.
She decided to tell Rohan tomorrow. She felt like disgusting allowing another man other than Husband and rohan to touch her.. she is not sure how Rohan will take it..she feared if they will have a fight...
Prem — on the other side — lay awake too.
He had already packed a small bag — clothes, laptop, documents.
Tomorrow he would leave for Kerala.
Start from Rohan;s wife... Aadhil — quietly. Ask around. Dig into the connections.
He closed his eyes — mind racing.
The house was secure.
But something still felt wrong.
And Nivi — beside him — touched her lips in the dark, remembering a kiss that wasn't her husband's.
The ceremony had ended a day back.
But the real game was just beginning.
That night during dinner, the dining room of the new house glowed softly under warm pendant lights. The long teak table was covered with simple home-cooked food — sambar, rasam, poriyal, curd rice, and a large bowl of fresh payasam. The air smelled of curry leaves, ghee, and the faint sea breeze drifting through the open windows.
Vani and Nitin were still present — invited to stay for the evening as a gesture of goodwill.
Prem sat at the head of the table — calm, composed, but his eyes carried a quiet weight.
Nivi sat beside him — feeding Aara small spoonfuls of rice, pretending full attention on the child, though her mind was elsewhere.
Nitin sat opposite — relaxed, chatting lightly about the house's design.
Vani — beside him — was stealing glances around the room: the high ceilings, the imported chandeliers, the marble floor that reflected the light like water.
Prem cleared his throat — voice steady.
"Nitin... you have been a pillar to me these past months. The company is in good hands with you."
Nitin smiled — humble.
"Thank you, da. Just doing my part."
Prem leaned forward slightly.
"I have some things to address... new business matters. I may need to step away for a few days — maybe more. In the meantime, you should take care of the company. And..." He paused, glancing at Nivi, then back at Nitin. "...in between, you should shift your belongings here."
Nitin blinked — surprised.
"What? Company is fine, but shifting...?"
Prem — calm, measured — "Until I build a new home, a friend — Rohan — helped me with a place in his house. I'm doing it for my another friend."
He looked at Nivi again — who kept her eyes on Aara, spoon paused mid-air.
Nivi was confused such a big descision why cant he inform me or discuss me am i too low in his eyes or unimportant... its is this behavior im navigating more towards Rohan.. she said to herself.
She also panicked of Aadhil warning dont trust Vani...
Prem Continued..
"You too will soon build an empire... even though if not that case... I have all rights to ask you to be here."
Nitin looked at Vani — searching her face.
Vani — who had been mesmerized by the house's beauty all evening — met his eyes for a second, then looked away.
She spoke softly.
"Okay."
Prem nodded — satisfied.
In his mind, he had already decided: he would visit Kerala to find the truth. Start from Rohan's married partner — not directly. He could get information around, quietly. Until then, he would make Nitin stay here. He would take care of the home and the company — and Prem could watch everything closely.
Vani and Nitin went back to their home while Nivi and Prem slept in tiered...
Next Day – Shifting
Prem and Nitin shifted all their belongings from their respective houses — boxes of clothes, Aara's toys, kitchen items, books, small furniture pieces.
Nivi helped — directing where things should go, smiling at Aara's excitement.
But when she went to lock her old room at Rohan's penthouse one last time, she paused.
The bed — where her sexual awakening had happened.
The bathroom mirror — where she had fixed her saree after quick, risky fucks.
She touched the doorframe — a quiet ache in her chest.
Rohan appeared behind her — silent, sudden.
He pulled her in — quick, deep kiss.
"Go ahead, darling," he whispered against her lips. "I won't leave you. Remember the secret paths and places. I'll knock on your door and fuck your cunt... just wait for me."
Nivi kissed him back — soft, lingering.
"Thanks for all," she said, voice small. "I won't forget this place."
Before Prem could arrive, they dispersed — Nivi back to the new house, Rohan to his office.
The New Home Settled
Nitin, Prem, Vani, and Nivi took time to arrange everything — boxes opened, clothes folded, Aara's room set up with toys and a small bed.
To take care of Aara, they appointed a new caretaker — Rohan had sent her. A quiet, efficient woman in her 40s. Their secret would be maintained — even if it continued here.
That Night – Bed
Nivi lay beside Prem — lights off, Aara asleep in the next room.
She stared at the ceiling — suddenly Aadhil's kiss flashed in her mind.
The way he turned his cheek into her lips.
The 5-minute lock — tongue tasting hers.
The whispered "blame your beauty."
She felt a flush — guilt, arousal, confusion.
She decided to tell Rohan tomorrow. She felt like disgusting allowing another man other than Husband and rohan to touch her.. she is not sure how Rohan will take it..she feared if they will have a fight...
Prem — on the other side — lay awake too.
He had already packed a small bag — clothes, laptop, documents.
Tomorrow he would leave for Kerala.
Start from Rohan;s wife... Aadhil — quietly. Ask around. Dig into the connections.
He closed his eyes — mind racing.
The house was secure.
But something still felt wrong.
And Nivi — beside him — touched her lips in the dark, remembering a kiss that wasn't her husband's.
The ceremony had ended a day back.
But the real game was just beginning.
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