Adultery The Husband’s Doubt [Completed]

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 76 – The Hidden Doors & The Silent Betrayals


The routine settled fast. Silent. Unspoken.
Every morning — office bound.

Rohan first. Vani next. Aadhil lingering in the lobby, casual.
Nivi last — pretending. Bag slung, keys jangling, door shut behind her.
Minutes later — They came back together to leave out.. 


Aadhil’s car circled back before Nivi come out to her car…. Separate vehicles. No traces.
Back to the new house — luxury gleaming, empty now.


Aadhil pushed her through the front door. Hand on her waist. Door locked.
Straight to Prem’s bed — their bedroom. Sheets still crisp from the night before.
He didn’t ask.


Threw her down — legs spread wide. Towel or robe plucked away. Nude underneath.
One brutal thrust — buried deep. No pause.


Nivi’s back arched — sharp gasp. Nails dug into his shoulders. Silent approval.
He fucked her hard — relentless slams. Breasts bouncing. Skin flushing. Wet sounds filling the room.


She met every stroke — hips rolling up. Thighs trembling. Walls clenching.
Aadhil growled low — “Mine now. On his bed.”
No answer. Just her muffled moan into the pillow.

He flipped her — ass up. Deeper angle. Balls slapping. Fingers on her clit — rough circles.
She came silently — body quaking. Pulsing around him.
He followed — thick ropes inside. Marking the sheets.


They lay tangled after — breaths heavy. Her head on his chest. Tiny secret smile.
Routine.
One day Nivi asked, "Are you taking me everyday here.. What if Vani feels bad.. You should give her sometime..


Aadhil answered that it was not necessary.. that I hate her. She is not my type and you know how I tricked her?
Just showing her some piles of money in her bank.


The worst thing is she can use it without my signature. I recorded it as a company asset. Lol
You trickster Nivi laughed…




Across town — office.

Vani — infuriated still. Watching Nivi and Aadhil slip away daily.
She burst into Rohan’s cabin one morning. Door shut.

Initiated the kiss — fierce, angry. Hands fisting his shirt.

Rohan kissed back — claiming. Pulled her close.


They left together. Penthouse bound.


The bedroom — once meant for Prem’s wife's sexual awakening. Dark sheets. City view.
Rohan stripped her slowly. Blouse. Skirt. Panties.
Pushed her onto the bed — the one Prem had slept in months ago.
Entered her deep — thick, steady thrusts.


Vani moaned — loud, vengeful. Legs locked around him.
He pounded harder — rage fueling. “She ditched us. We take this.”
She came first — crying out. He followed — spilling inside.
Routine.
The friends once Rohan and Aadhil stopped talking to each other.. Their focus become their new fuckmates no questions asked none came forward…



Prem decided to check on Nivi one afternoon. 


Office visit. Unannounced.
Parked across the street. Watched.
Saw Nivi leave in her car — alone. 


He was worried why she leaving at this time… 
Aadhil slipped out minutes later — separate car. But he didnt get into Prem eyes.. As Aadhil parked much away frm the office.


Minutes later.

But Prem’s eyes caught Rohan and Vani next. Her entering Rohan’s car. Laughing. Close.
Something twisted in his gut.
He dialed to Nivi and asked where are you 


Nivi said im just exiting office headache heading to home…
Prem thought there could be truth…


He followed Rohan’s car instead.
Passed through their new house area — didn’t stop.
Quick glance in the rearview: Nivi’s car pulling into the driveway. As she said on the phone.
Relief? Partial.


Continued tailing Rohan.
The car entered the old penthouse — the luxury apartment where Prem, Nivi, and Aara had stayed before.
Prem still had the access card. Slipped in his wallet.
He parked far. Waited. Then followed quiet.


Elevator up. Hallway silent.
Rohan’s penthouse door — ajar? No. But Prem knew the override code from old stays.

The pentahouse had windows aside.. he quickly peeped before entering



He was shocked to see Rohan pushing vani on the wardboard. and she removing her panty.. still rohan dressed


He slowly came around to catch them in act...the door was locked he didnt know how to enter

then he remembered rohan telling him to press long with a pin code that will not make noice..

he did and Entered slow. Silent steps.



Sounds from the old bedroom — groans. Slaps. Moans.
He peeked through the half-closed door.
Shocked.


Rohan on top of Vani — thrusting deep. Her legs wide. Breasts bouncing. Nails raking his back.
Vani’s cry — “Yes… harder…”


Rohan’s growl — pounding relentless.
Prem’s throat closed.
Not Nivi. Vani.

How to tell Nitin?
He intented to catch them but now.. he feared for Nitin how will he take this?
Better to hide it. For now.

He slipped out. Unseen.
Drove away. Mind reeling.


Cut to Prem’s new house — same afternoon.



Nitin’s car sputtered. Trouble. Stopped 20 yards away.
He walked the rest. Needed a document — forgotten in the study.
Entered quiet.


Heard groaning upstairs. Low. Primal.
Climbed slow. Realized — coming from Prem’s bedroom.
Prem wasn’t home. Who?
Reached the door. Peeped through the keyhole.
Shocked.




Aadhil — naked, broad back flexing. Fucking Nivi deep. Her legs over his shoulders. Body jolting with every slam.
Nivi’s muffled moans — face buried in the pillow. Hips rising to meet him.
Aadhil’s hand on her throat — not choking. Owning.
Nitin panicked.


No Rohan. Aadhil.
How to tell Prem?
Better to hide. Until a clear solution.
He slipped down. Out.
Drove away. Mind shattered.


Both friends now knew.
The other’s wife — deep in affair.
But their own? Still hidden.