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Chapter 85 – The Open Finale.. (END)
The third year slipped in after Rohan and Aadhil exited — quiet, steady, almost gentle.
Business kept flourishing — not in a loud, flashy way, but in the slow, unstoppable manner of roots finding deeper soil.
Prem and Nitin’s core companies had become anchors.
They started building — not just profits, but permanence.
They broke ground on a much bigger house a sprawling villa in Chennai’s most happening pocket, elevated land in Alwarpet with views of the Bay on clear days and the city skyline at night.
Floor-to-ceiling glass, open courtyards with water features, an infinity pool on the terrace that caught the sunrise over the Adyar River.
The current house — the one with the secret passages, the beige repaint that never fully erased memories, the changed cots — they decided to turn into commercial space.
A boutique co-working hub aimed at women entrepreneurs. Nivi suggested the name: “Open Doors.” Prem agreed without knowing the meaning..
Even for the office they had their own buildings now — no more rented floors with echoes of old meetings. Prem’s company occupied the top four levels of a sleek new commercial block in T. Nagar.
Nitin’s operations anchored the east wing of the same complex. The women — Nivi and Vani — held shares, but smaller, strategic ones. Enough for influence, not control. The men never questioned it. The wives never pushed for more.
They celebrated back-to-back anniversaries — quiet dinners at home with fairy lights strung across the balcony, Aara blowing out candles on a cake shaped like a boat.
Birthday parties turned lavish but warm: Aara’s ninth with a magician and pony rides by the pool, Vani’s son’s second with a small firecracker show that lit up the Chennai skyline.
Soon the duo — Prem and Nitin — became industry icons.
Invitations arrived thick and fast. Panel discussions. Cover stories in business magazines. Awards for “ethical entrepreneurship” and “family-business resilience.”
The pinnacle came when they were invited to give a keynote speech at a prestigious global industry event — the International Business Leadership Summit in Berlin, Germany. Theme: “Legacy & Leadership: Building Beyond the First Generation.”
It was a five-day affair — gala dinners, networking sessions, workshops. Prem and Nitin were scheduled for the main stage on day three.
They left Chennai together — business class, suits pressed, speeches rehearsed.
Back home, it practically left Vani and Nivi alone.
Prem and Nitin stood at the door — suitcases packed, boarding passes in hand. The Chennai villa felt vast behind them, the infinity pool still rippling from the morning breeze.
Prem leaned in — kissed Nivi on the forehead. Gentle. Familiar.
“Take care. We’ll be back in five days.”
Nitin did the same to Vani — a soft brush of lips.
“Call if you need anything.”
The wives smiled — calm, steady.
“We’ll be fine.”
The men left. Car pulled away. Airport-bound.
THAT NIGHT
The villa was quiet in a way it hadn’t been for years.
No husbands. No kids (Aara at boarding, Vani’s son asleep in the nursery). Just two women alone after a long time.
They sat on the terrace — wine glasses in hand, city lights below. No words needed at first. Just the sound of waves and distant traffic.
NEXT MORNING — Nivi’s phone buzzed.
Prem: “Boarded the connecting flight in evening. Quick client meet in Delhi. Love you.”
Nivi replied: “Okay. Safe flight. Proud of you both.”
Vani looked up from the floor — her son Nivas giggling, having urinated and playing in the puddle.
“Nivas is naughty,” she said. “See here… urinated and playing. Get me the mop. I’ll clean it.”
Nivi went to the storage closet. Pulled out the mop.
Tried to rotate the head — old mechanism stuck. She twisted harder.
The head cracked. Snapped off. Flew across the room.
It hit the tall decorative pot on the pillar — the one they’d never fully emptied after that day.
The pot wobbled. Fell.
With a sharp crack — it shattered on the floor.
And the key — the secret key that had flown into the soil years ago — tumbled out.
Brass glinting in the morning light.
Vani froze.
“That’s… the secret key.”
Nivi picked it up — turned it over in her palm.
“Won’t be needed then… and even now. In a month this place will be converted to commercial.”
Vani smiled — faint.
“Yes.”
She went into deep thought. Stared at the broken pot.
“Our life is good, right?” Vani asked quietly.
Nivi looked at her.
“Yes. Don’t think much after you see the key.”
Vani smiled — small, sad.
“Not again.”
Nivi continued — voice low.
“I struggled a lot to forget Aadhil. We both emotionally and physically connected. We didn’t share lovey-dovey languages.. Still I and aadhil had a connection… but it ended for good.”
Vani nodded.
Vani mind went to Rohan
“Rohan didn’t do any good either in sex… but I liked how he consoled me. How he emotionally helped me.”
She paused.
“Maybe if they hadn’t lied… we would have ended differently.”
Nivi looked out at the city.
“Maybe. But it’s those lies that made us bed them.”
Vani joked — light.
“Do you miss Aadhil?”
Nivi joked back.
“If you miss Rohan… I miss Aadhil as well.”
Their laughs faded.
Nivi’s voice turned serious.
“Stubborn… we did a lot to preserve the family. Yes, I loved the sex. Maybe we loved the new positions, the freedom, no judgments. But that alone is not enough for holding a family. Our husbands may lack it… but we need to turn them into our wish… than going toward them.”
Vani silently acknowledged.
“Even if we love sex… people will label our wish forbidden. They will slut-shame us.”
Never let our secret eat ourself.. Just be aware
Vani nodded...
NEXT DAY EVENING AT CHENNAI AIRPORT
Rohan and Aadhil waited at Chennai airport — connecting flight delayed.
Aadhil checked announcement there.
“Bad weather. Taking off only tomorrow noon.”
Rohan sighed.
“Let’s visit the penthouse. Rest for the day.”
On the way — Aadhil asked.
“Will Nivi be the same as past… or would she have forgiven us?”
Rohan glanced sideways.
“Why are you too attached to her?”
Aadhil shrugged.
“Won’t you fuck Vani if she says yes?”
Rohan didn’t answer immediately.
He wasn’t interested — but not against the idea.
Aadhil continued.
“Let’s plead with them. Apologize. Make them understand we did all that to get them.”
Rohan shook his head.
“That won’t work.”
Aadhil insisted.
“Just a try. For me.”
Rohan had never seen Aadhil — the arrogant one — plead like this.
“Okay. But what if Prem and Nitin are there?”
Rohan called his sources — quick check.
“Both out of town. Germany summit. Flight delays.”
Rohan exhaled.
“Let’s drive to the house. Which was our sex fort once.” Aadhil said
MEANWHILE SAME TIME AROUND
Prem called nivi their delhi meet ended and they are going for a connection flight
“We boarded. Flight’s on time now. Love you.”
Nivi smiled — happy about the award ceremony.
“Proud of you both. Safe journey.”
Prem and Nitin — in the lounge — smiled at each other.
“Our wives are rock solid.”
They boarded.
THE DOOR BELL
When Nivi cut the call — the doorbell rang.
Vani — in the hall — said:
“I’ll open.”
Nivi stopped her.
“No. You take care of baby . I’ll go.”
Vani shook her head.
“I just put him in bed.”
Both walked to the door — smiling. They opened it.
Shocked.
Rohan and Aadhil stood there.
Words unspoken.
Nivi’s brain flooded — every sensual detail rushing back. Aadhil’s intensity. The car. The house. The control. The loss.
Vani felt the same — Rohan’s consolation. The emotional pull. The ride.
Vani spoke first — voice steady.
“Why are you…”
Rohan stepped forward — calm.
“We know you two hate us. We did all that to get you.”
Aadhil looked at Nivi.
“I missed you. I know I’m wrong. I should have…”
Nivi stopped him — hand raised.
She turned. Went inside.
Came back — holding the secret key.
She threw it at them.
The key spiraled down — landed at their feet.
Aadhil and Rohan stared at it.
Nivi’s voice — quiet, final.
“The Answer is at your feet”
She closed the door.
Locked it.
The third year slipped in after Rohan and Aadhil exited — quiet, steady, almost gentle.
Business kept flourishing — not in a loud, flashy way, but in the slow, unstoppable manner of roots finding deeper soil.
Prem and Nitin’s core companies had become anchors.
They started building — not just profits, but permanence.
They broke ground on a much bigger house a sprawling villa in Chennai’s most happening pocket, elevated land in Alwarpet with views of the Bay on clear days and the city skyline at night.
Floor-to-ceiling glass, open courtyards with water features, an infinity pool on the terrace that caught the sunrise over the Adyar River.
The current house — the one with the secret passages, the beige repaint that never fully erased memories, the changed cots — they decided to turn into commercial space.
A boutique co-working hub aimed at women entrepreneurs. Nivi suggested the name: “Open Doors.” Prem agreed without knowing the meaning..
Even for the office they had their own buildings now — no more rented floors with echoes of old meetings. Prem’s company occupied the top four levels of a sleek new commercial block in T. Nagar.
Nitin’s operations anchored the east wing of the same complex. The women — Nivi and Vani — held shares, but smaller, strategic ones. Enough for influence, not control. The men never questioned it. The wives never pushed for more.
They celebrated back-to-back anniversaries — quiet dinners at home with fairy lights strung across the balcony, Aara blowing out candles on a cake shaped like a boat.
Birthday parties turned lavish but warm: Aara’s ninth with a magician and pony rides by the pool, Vani’s son’s second with a small firecracker show that lit up the Chennai skyline.
Soon the duo — Prem and Nitin — became industry icons.
Invitations arrived thick and fast. Panel discussions. Cover stories in business magazines. Awards for “ethical entrepreneurship” and “family-business resilience.”
The pinnacle came when they were invited to give a keynote speech at a prestigious global industry event — the International Business Leadership Summit in Berlin, Germany. Theme: “Legacy & Leadership: Building Beyond the First Generation.”
It was a five-day affair — gala dinners, networking sessions, workshops. Prem and Nitin were scheduled for the main stage on day three.
They left Chennai together — business class, suits pressed, speeches rehearsed.
Back home, it practically left Vani and Nivi alone.
Prem and Nitin stood at the door — suitcases packed, boarding passes in hand. The Chennai villa felt vast behind them, the infinity pool still rippling from the morning breeze.
Prem leaned in — kissed Nivi on the forehead. Gentle. Familiar.
“Take care. We’ll be back in five days.”
Nitin did the same to Vani — a soft brush of lips.
“Call if you need anything.”
The wives smiled — calm, steady.
“We’ll be fine.”
The men left. Car pulled away. Airport-bound.
THAT NIGHT
The villa was quiet in a way it hadn’t been for years.
No husbands. No kids (Aara at boarding, Vani’s son asleep in the nursery). Just two women alone after a long time.
They sat on the terrace — wine glasses in hand, city lights below. No words needed at first. Just the sound of waves and distant traffic.
NEXT MORNING — Nivi’s phone buzzed.
Prem: “Boarded the connecting flight in evening. Quick client meet in Delhi. Love you.”
Nivi replied: “Okay. Safe flight. Proud of you both.”
Vani looked up from the floor — her son Nivas giggling, having urinated and playing in the puddle.
“Nivas is naughty,” she said. “See here… urinated and playing. Get me the mop. I’ll clean it.”
Nivi went to the storage closet. Pulled out the mop.
Tried to rotate the head — old mechanism stuck. She twisted harder.
The head cracked. Snapped off. Flew across the room.
It hit the tall decorative pot on the pillar — the one they’d never fully emptied after that day.
The pot wobbled. Fell.
With a sharp crack — it shattered on the floor.
And the key — the secret key that had flown into the soil years ago — tumbled out.
Brass glinting in the morning light.
Vani froze.
“That’s… the secret key.”
Nivi picked it up — turned it over in her palm.
“Won’t be needed then… and even now. In a month this place will be converted to commercial.”
Vani smiled — faint.
“Yes.”
She went into deep thought. Stared at the broken pot.
“Our life is good, right?” Vani asked quietly.
Nivi looked at her.
“Yes. Don’t think much after you see the key.”
Vani smiled — small, sad.
“Not again.”
Nivi continued — voice low.
“I struggled a lot to forget Aadhil. We both emotionally and physically connected. We didn’t share lovey-dovey languages.. Still I and aadhil had a connection… but it ended for good.”
Vani nodded.
Vani mind went to Rohan
“Rohan didn’t do any good either in sex… but I liked how he consoled me. How he emotionally helped me.”
She paused.
“Maybe if they hadn’t lied… we would have ended differently.”
Nivi looked out at the city.
“Maybe. But it’s those lies that made us bed them.”
Vani joked — light.
“Do you miss Aadhil?”
Nivi joked back.
“If you miss Rohan… I miss Aadhil as well.”
Their laughs faded.
Nivi’s voice turned serious.
“Stubborn… we did a lot to preserve the family. Yes, I loved the sex. Maybe we loved the new positions, the freedom, no judgments. But that alone is not enough for holding a family. Our husbands may lack it… but we need to turn them into our wish… than going toward them.”
Vani silently acknowledged.
“Even if we love sex… people will label our wish forbidden. They will slut-shame us.”
Never let our secret eat ourself.. Just be aware
Vani nodded...
NEXT DAY EVENING AT CHENNAI AIRPORT
Rohan and Aadhil waited at Chennai airport — connecting flight delayed.
Aadhil checked announcement there.
“Bad weather. Taking off only tomorrow noon.”
Rohan sighed.
“Let’s visit the penthouse. Rest for the day.”
On the way — Aadhil asked.
“Will Nivi be the same as past… or would she have forgiven us?”
Rohan glanced sideways.
“Why are you too attached to her?”
Aadhil shrugged.
“Won’t you fuck Vani if she says yes?”
Rohan didn’t answer immediately.
He wasn’t interested — but not against the idea.
Aadhil continued.
“Let’s plead with them. Apologize. Make them understand we did all that to get them.”
Rohan shook his head.
“That won’t work.”
Aadhil insisted.
“Just a try. For me.”
Rohan had never seen Aadhil — the arrogant one — plead like this.
“Okay. But what if Prem and Nitin are there?”
Rohan called his sources — quick check.
“Both out of town. Germany summit. Flight delays.”
Rohan exhaled.
“Let’s drive to the house. Which was our sex fort once.” Aadhil said
MEANWHILE SAME TIME AROUND
Prem called nivi their delhi meet ended and they are going for a connection flight
“We boarded. Flight’s on time now. Love you.”
Nivi smiled — happy about the award ceremony.
“Proud of you both. Safe journey.”
Prem and Nitin — in the lounge — smiled at each other.
“Our wives are rock solid.”
They boarded.
THE DOOR BELL
When Nivi cut the call — the doorbell rang.
Vani — in the hall — said:
“I’ll open.”
Nivi stopped her.
“No. You take care of baby . I’ll go.”
Vani shook her head.
“I just put him in bed.”
Both walked to the door — smiling. They opened it.
Shocked.
Rohan and Aadhil stood there.
Words unspoken.
Nivi’s brain flooded — every sensual detail rushing back. Aadhil’s intensity. The car. The house. The control. The loss.
Vani felt the same — Rohan’s consolation. The emotional pull. The ride.
Vani spoke first — voice steady.
“Why are you…”
Rohan stepped forward — calm.
“We know you two hate us. We did all that to get you.”
Aadhil looked at Nivi.
“I missed you. I know I’m wrong. I should have…”
Nivi stopped him — hand raised.
“Nothing can be forgotten. Or forgiven.”
She turned. Went inside.
Came back — holding the secret key.
She threw it at them.
The key spiraled down — landed at their feet.
Aadhil and Rohan stared at it.
Nivi’s voice — quiet, final.
“The Answer is at your feet”
She closed the door.
Locked it.
The two men stood outside — key on the floor. No one moved. No one knocked again.
Inside — Nivi and Vani looked at each other and they shared a knowing smile...
Silence. The house stayed quiet.
The decision already taken for their good.. they are stronger than ever and every one knows it
THE END
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