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Chapter 72 – Rohan stands in place of Prem.. Irony & Quiet Surrender
Rohan stood at the edge of the rooftop pool, towel still low on his hips, phone pressed to his ear.
The informer’s voice crackled again — urgent, clipped.
“Vikram’s team is probing deeper. They’ve got partial access to the secondary server. You need to be here before they escalate.”
Rohan ended the call. Stared at the glass wall of the bedroom.
Inside — Nivi and Aadhil.
She was still sprawled on her back where Aadhil had left her, legs parted, skin flushed, a thin trail of his cum leaking slow and white between her thighs. Aadhil hovered above her now, one hand braced beside her head, the other tracing lazy circles around her nipple. Her chest rose and fell — heavy, satisfied breaths.
Rohan’s stomach twisted again.
All in one night.
Last night she’d held his hand through the double penetration — fingers laced tight, eyes locked on his for reassurance. This morning she hadn’t even looked his way.
He blamed himself.
I let this happen.
I opened the door.
I introduced her to Aadhil’s force.
I thought sharing would keep her closer — fantasy turned safe. Instead it woke something in her I never touched.
He stood idle for long minutes. Water dripped from his hair onto the tiles. Mind looping.
Why did you do this to me, Nivi?
I thought you were mine. Under my gentle hold. You gave it to him so fast.
Aadhil, you bastard.
The word burned in his throat — first time in fifteen years he’d cursed his oldest friend like that. He swallowed it back.
He walked downstairs to his room to get ready for Chennai...
The hot shower bath gave him a clarity...
No. It’s you, Rohan.
You separated her from Prem emotionally. You claimed her body for months.
You tricked her heart with softness, then pushed her toward this.
You invited Aadhil into the bed for your own thrill. DP was your fantasy first.
Now he’s taken her.
You should have known.
Let them enjoy.
Give them time.
He exhaled slow.
Dressed in silence — jeans, shirt, jacket. Packed the small overnight bag.
Booked the cab through the app. Looked out the window once more.
The villa roof glowed gold in the morning sun. Nivi’s laughter floated down — light, unguarded.
His chest ached.
He marched up the stairs to the rooftop. Needed to tell them. Needed to see her face one last time before he left.
Nearing the bedroom door — open to the pool deck — her laughter spilled out clearer.
She was sitting nude on Aadhil’s lap now, straddling him where he sat on the edge of the lounger.
His hands cupped her breasts — gentle squeeze, thumbs brushing the nipples. A thin bead of milk leaked from one side, white and slow.
Aadhil caught it with his finger, lifted it to his mouth, tasted.
“Shall I suck it?” he murmured, voice low, teasing.
Nivi giggled — head thrown back, playful. “You already did once… greedy.”
Their laughter pierced him like glass.
Rohan froze in the doorway shadow.
He had once imagined this exact scene — but with Prem, Nivi in his arms, milk spilling under his touch. Instead it was Aadhil. And it was happening to him instead Prem.
He wanted to cuckold prem with Nivi but Nivi made him a cuckold with Aadhil..
Biggest Irony...
Nivi saw him first.
Her laughter softened. She slid off Aadhil’s lap immediately , she sensed something urgent from Rohan.. She moved away, stood up. Naked, unashamed, but stepping toward Rohan with the question.
Aadhil rose too — casual, unhurried. The three of them stood together near the doorway now.
“What are you in dress? Where are you going?” Nivi asked, tilting her head.
Rohan kept his voice steady — the gentleness he always wore like armor.
“Cyber attack on the system. Vikram’s people. I have to go to Chennai now.”
Aadhil looked at him — calm.
“Do you need any help?”
Rohan shook his head. “No. I’ll handle it.”
His eyes went to Nivi.
She stood there — glowing, still flushed from earlier. No offer to come with him. No worry. Just watching.
If it was real her she would catched my hand and said lets go together.. she changed with new love... he said to himself.
He decided to gave her the space. Like always.
“You take rest. Come back tomorrow with Aadhil. I’ll reach there now.”
Nivi nodded — small, easy.
She know this is Rohan she liked.. he is never Judgemental even after he witnessing her affair open with Aadhil.. she was thankful.. she just started with Aadhil she thought she could spend one more day and return Chennai in case of emergency she still wanted to go with rohan if he call her..
But rohan didnt stress he said come back tomorrow. it made her easy..
She said... “Okay.”
Then she pointed lightly at Aadhil — playful gesture.
“You no need to worry about us. We cracked a friendship. Thanks for never judging me.”
Then she stepped closer — lifted on her toes — as if to kiss his cheek goodbye.
Aadhil’s hand moved fast. Wrapped around her waist — firm, possessive pull. Dragged her back against his side in one smooth motion. Her breast collided with aadhils chest.. he hugged her that his hands now holding her breast in motion..
She stopped mid-lean. Settled back against Aadhil instead.
Rohan noticed.
Everything.
The silent claim.
She is his woman now.
The cab horn honked below — impatient.
He lifted a hand — small wave.
“Take care.”
Turned.
Aadhil kissed her as he leaves. He took her in his hips and sudden attack on her sexually...
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She leaves a huge cry. Rohan noticed his doings..
Walked down the stairs and her moan sound kept increasing...
He felt like she is doing intentionally?
Outside — the cab waited. Black sedan.
Driver already loading his bag.
Rohan slid into the back seat. Door shut.
10 Minutes later..
The car pulled away.
He looked back through the tinted window.
The villa roof came into view one last time.
Nude Aadhil — tall, broad — carrying Nivi in his arms again. Her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, laughter ringing. He walked to the pool edge — paused — then threw her in with a playful roar.
She surfaced laughing, splashing him.
Aadhil jumped in after her.
They disappeared under the water — tangled, playful.
Rohan turned forward.
Stared at the road ahead.
Let’s fix the issue in the company first.
Then we can see this.
His fingers tightened on his phone.
The villa shrank in the rearview.
The unraveling continued — quiet, steady, unstoppable.
The drive to Chennai stretched long.
And in his mind — Nivi’s laughter echoed.
Not for him anymore
Rohan stood at the edge of the rooftop pool, towel still low on his hips, phone pressed to his ear.
The informer’s voice crackled again — urgent, clipped.
“Vikram’s team is probing deeper. They’ve got partial access to the secondary server. You need to be here before they escalate.”
Rohan ended the call. Stared at the glass wall of the bedroom.
Inside — Nivi and Aadhil.
She was still sprawled on her back where Aadhil had left her, legs parted, skin flushed, a thin trail of his cum leaking slow and white between her thighs. Aadhil hovered above her now, one hand braced beside her head, the other tracing lazy circles around her nipple. Her chest rose and fell — heavy, satisfied breaths.
Rohan’s stomach twisted again.
All in one night.
Last night she’d held his hand through the double penetration — fingers laced tight, eyes locked on his for reassurance. This morning she hadn’t even looked his way.
He blamed himself.
I let this happen.
I opened the door.
I introduced her to Aadhil’s force.
I thought sharing would keep her closer — fantasy turned safe. Instead it woke something in her I never touched.
He stood idle for long minutes. Water dripped from his hair onto the tiles. Mind looping.
Why did you do this to me, Nivi?
I thought you were mine. Under my gentle hold. You gave it to him so fast.
Aadhil, you bastard.
The word burned in his throat — first time in fifteen years he’d cursed his oldest friend like that. He swallowed it back.
He walked downstairs to his room to get ready for Chennai...
The hot shower bath gave him a clarity...
No. It’s you, Rohan.
You separated her from Prem emotionally. You claimed her body for months.
You tricked her heart with softness, then pushed her toward this.
You invited Aadhil into the bed for your own thrill. DP was your fantasy first.
Now he’s taken her.
You should have known.
Let them enjoy.
Give them time.
He exhaled slow.
Dressed in silence — jeans, shirt, jacket. Packed the small overnight bag.
Booked the cab through the app. Looked out the window once more.
The villa roof glowed gold in the morning sun. Nivi’s laughter floated down — light, unguarded.
His chest ached.
He marched up the stairs to the rooftop. Needed to tell them. Needed to see her face one last time before he left.
Nearing the bedroom door — open to the pool deck — her laughter spilled out clearer.
She was sitting nude on Aadhil’s lap now, straddling him where he sat on the edge of the lounger.
His hands cupped her breasts — gentle squeeze, thumbs brushing the nipples. A thin bead of milk leaked from one side, white and slow.
Aadhil caught it with his finger, lifted it to his mouth, tasted.
“Shall I suck it?” he murmured, voice low, teasing.
Nivi giggled — head thrown back, playful. “You already did once… greedy.”
Their laughter pierced him like glass.
Rohan froze in the doorway shadow.
He had once imagined this exact scene — but with Prem, Nivi in his arms, milk spilling under his touch. Instead it was Aadhil. And it was happening to him instead Prem.
He wanted to cuckold prem with Nivi but Nivi made him a cuckold with Aadhil..
Biggest Irony...
Nivi saw him first.
Her laughter softened. She slid off Aadhil’s lap immediately , she sensed something urgent from Rohan.. She moved away, stood up. Naked, unashamed, but stepping toward Rohan with the question.
Aadhil rose too — casual, unhurried. The three of them stood together near the doorway now.
“What are you in dress? Where are you going?” Nivi asked, tilting her head.
Rohan kept his voice steady — the gentleness he always wore like armor.
“Cyber attack on the system. Vikram’s people. I have to go to Chennai now.”
Aadhil looked at him — calm.
“Do you need any help?”
Rohan shook his head. “No. I’ll handle it.”
His eyes went to Nivi.
She stood there — glowing, still flushed from earlier. No offer to come with him. No worry. Just watching.
If it was real her she would catched my hand and said lets go together.. she changed with new love... he said to himself.
He decided to gave her the space. Like always.
“You take rest. Come back tomorrow with Aadhil. I’ll reach there now.”
Nivi nodded — small, easy.
She know this is Rohan she liked.. he is never Judgemental even after he witnessing her affair open with Aadhil.. she was thankful.. she just started with Aadhil she thought she could spend one more day and return Chennai in case of emergency she still wanted to go with rohan if he call her..
But rohan didnt stress he said come back tomorrow. it made her easy..
She said... “Okay.”
Then she pointed lightly at Aadhil — playful gesture.
“You no need to worry about us. We cracked a friendship. Thanks for never judging me.”
Then she stepped closer — lifted on her toes — as if to kiss his cheek goodbye.
Aadhil’s hand moved fast. Wrapped around her waist — firm, possessive pull. Dragged her back against his side in one smooth motion. Her breast collided with aadhils chest.. he hugged her that his hands now holding her breast in motion..
She stopped mid-lean. Settled back against Aadhil instead.
Rohan noticed.
Everything.
The silent claim.
She is his woman now.
The cab horn honked below — impatient.
He lifted a hand — small wave.
“Take care.”
Turned.
Aadhil kissed her as he leaves. He took her in his hips and sudden attack on her sexually...
She leaves a huge cry. Rohan noticed his doings..
Walked down the stairs and her moan sound kept increasing...
He felt like she is doing intentionally?
Outside — the cab waited. Black sedan.
Driver already loading his bag.
Rohan slid into the back seat. Door shut.
10 Minutes later..
The car pulled away.
He looked back through the tinted window.
The villa roof came into view one last time.
Nude Aadhil — tall, broad — carrying Nivi in his arms again. Her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, laughter ringing. He walked to the pool edge — paused — then threw her in with a playful roar.
She surfaced laughing, splashing him.
Aadhil jumped in after her.
They disappeared under the water — tangled, playful.
Rohan turned forward.
Stared at the road ahead.
Let’s fix the issue in the company first.
Then we can see this.
His fingers tightened on his phone.
The villa shrank in the rearview.
The unraveling continued — quiet, steady, unstoppable.
The drive to Chennai stretched long.
And in his mind — Nivi’s laughter echoed.
Not for him anymore
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