30-01-2026, 09:34 PM
Chapter 16: Swathi’s Secret has a link to Sekaran
Swathi left her lover mid-thrust and moved her ass toward Vikram, hips swaying slowly, breasts bouncing with each step. She stopped inches from him—naked, skin flushed from sex, nipples hard in the cool hill air, pussy still glistening. No shame. No cover. Just bold, unblinking eyes locked on his.
“Are you gay?” she asked, voice low, teasing. “Look at this person, Krish—he has nothing for you?”
Krish (her lover) chuckled from the bed, still hard, watching with amusement.
Swathi dismissed the question with a brief breath, then snarled softly—then softened. She reached for Vikram’s phone on the floor, checked it quickly, and set it to flight mode.
“Safe,” she hissed. “No more trouble from my in-laws. My friends are covering my tracks there, so don’t give loose talks… else I’ll say you bangd me in the woods by kidnapping me here.”
She laughed—short, confident, dangerous.
Vikram understood. She did it because her husband was gay? He smirked inside. In a world where perfect husbands were cheated on by women… here a woman had to cheat because of this factor. The irony was bitter, almost funny.
He turned and walked back to the driver room without another word. Swathi watched him go, smile lingering.
That night Vikram threw his pen camera into sewage… he thought not needed.. The issue here is different
Two days later, they rolled back toward Chennai. The car cut through the early morning mist, engine humming low, windows cracked to let in the cool air. Vikram kept his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel.
Swathi sat in the backseat, legs crossed, saree still the same deep red from the wedding—now slightly wrinkled, carrying the faint scent of hill air, perfume, and something more intimate.
The car was quiet at first. No music. No orders. Just the sound of tires on asphalt and the occasional truck passing in the opposite lane.
Then Swathi’s voice came low from the back—soft, almost careful.
“I’m sorry when you came inside without announcing.”
Vikram didn’t respond. He glanced in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were on him, not sharp now—something softer, almost tired.
“My boyfriend used detectives to dig your story,” she continued. “Sorry I’ve pushed you too with my insensitive jokes… like threatening you with claims and some womens already made yours mess with such claims.”
She paused, fingers playing with the edge of her pallu.
“Women fuck you over, huh?” Too many betrayals..
Vikram’s jaw tightened, but he kept silent. She leaned forward slightly, voice dropping even lower.
“Relax. That man—Krish—is my lover. A gangster. Opposite my cop politician father-in-law.
My husband’s gay. I’d settle if he weren’t. I’ve known for years. He’s kind, but… there’s nothing there. No fire. No touch. I’m not made for that kind of quiet. He enjoys with his boy friend often i had to cook and be a home women for my father in law..”
She exhaled, almost a laugh without humor.
“So I choose what I have to.. I found a partner.. But they smelled.. They fear I would let the truth about their son out.. Before they pin adultery on me, I’ll prove he’s gay out. I have photos, messages, and witnesses. It’s all ready, but concrete evidence is missing a video. It will take another 3 days to come.. It was expected to come exactly the day we came to hill.
But right now, three days gone… they’re sniffing. If they find out I was at the hill station with Krish… it’s over. My father-in-law will bury me. My husband will play the victim. The family name will win.”
She looked out the window for a moment, then back at him.
“Save me. Bury this. Say the car broke down, we were stuck in a village, no signal. Whatever story you told my father-in-law—stick to it. Make it stronger. Once I’m free, I’ll lift you. Give you a good start in business—big, with Krish. He’s connected. Sekaran uncle trusted him. You’ll have money, power, respect. Not just driving someone else’s wife around.”
Vikram asked how did you know sekaran uncle.. He seemed to connect with your father in law the equation didnt match.. Sekaran uncle daughter and I are friends. Post marriage i came to know her father and my father in law are friends.. I sued to visi his daughter to have fun time.. That is when i met krish..
Vikram kept silent. The road stretched ahead—empty, endless. Swathi watched him in the mirror.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said quietly. “Another woman using you. Another promise. But I’m not Malar. I’m not Malavika. I don’t lie for fun. I lie to survive. Same as you.”
She leaned back, crossed her arms under her breasts, the saree shifting slightly, revealing the curve of her waist.
“You saw me on that bed. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t beg. You didn’t even touch yourself. You just… watched. Like it didn’t matter anymore. Like you’ve seen it all.”
A small smile touched her lips.
“That’s why I trust you to keep this quiet. You’re not the boy who gets hurt anymore. You’re something else.”
Vikram’s grip on the wheel tightened, but he didn’t speak.
Swathi sighed. “Three more days. Help me hold. Then I’ll make it worth it.”
The car rolled on toward Chennai. Vikram’s mind turned.
Sekaran’s name echoed again. Maybe he sent me here for a reason.
Swathi watched him in the mirror—calm, silent, unreadable.
She smiled to herself.
The game had shifted.
Swathi left her lover mid-thrust and moved her ass toward Vikram, hips swaying slowly, breasts bouncing with each step. She stopped inches from him—naked, skin flushed from sex, nipples hard in the cool hill air, pussy still glistening. No shame. No cover. Just bold, unblinking eyes locked on his.
“Are you gay?” she asked, voice low, teasing. “Look at this person, Krish—he has nothing for you?”
Krish (her lover) chuckled from the bed, still hard, watching with amusement.
Swathi dismissed the question with a brief breath, then snarled softly—then softened. She reached for Vikram’s phone on the floor, checked it quickly, and set it to flight mode.
“Safe,” she hissed. “No more trouble from my in-laws. My friends are covering my tracks there, so don’t give loose talks… else I’ll say you bangd me in the woods by kidnapping me here.”
She laughed—short, confident, dangerous.
Vikram understood. She did it because her husband was gay? He smirked inside. In a world where perfect husbands were cheated on by women… here a woman had to cheat because of this factor. The irony was bitter, almost funny.
He turned and walked back to the driver room without another word. Swathi watched him go, smile lingering.
That night Vikram threw his pen camera into sewage… he thought not needed.. The issue here is different
Two days later, they rolled back toward Chennai. The car cut through the early morning mist, engine humming low, windows cracked to let in the cool air. Vikram kept his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel.
Swathi sat in the backseat, legs crossed, saree still the same deep red from the wedding—now slightly wrinkled, carrying the faint scent of hill air, perfume, and something more intimate.
The car was quiet at first. No music. No orders. Just the sound of tires on asphalt and the occasional truck passing in the opposite lane.
Then Swathi’s voice came low from the back—soft, almost careful.
“I’m sorry when you came inside without announcing.”
Vikram didn’t respond. He glanced in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were on him, not sharp now—something softer, almost tired.
“My boyfriend used detectives to dig your story,” she continued. “Sorry I’ve pushed you too with my insensitive jokes… like threatening you with claims and some womens already made yours mess with such claims.”
She paused, fingers playing with the edge of her pallu.
“Women fuck you over, huh?” Too many betrayals..
Vikram’s jaw tightened, but he kept silent. She leaned forward slightly, voice dropping even lower.
“Relax. That man—Krish—is my lover. A gangster. Opposite my cop politician father-in-law.
My husband’s gay. I’d settle if he weren’t. I’ve known for years. He’s kind, but… there’s nothing there. No fire. No touch. I’m not made for that kind of quiet. He enjoys with his boy friend often i had to cook and be a home women for my father in law..”
She exhaled, almost a laugh without humor.
“So I choose what I have to.. I found a partner.. But they smelled.. They fear I would let the truth about their son out.. Before they pin adultery on me, I’ll prove he’s gay out. I have photos, messages, and witnesses. It’s all ready, but concrete evidence is missing a video. It will take another 3 days to come.. It was expected to come exactly the day we came to hill.
But right now, three days gone… they’re sniffing. If they find out I was at the hill station with Krish… it’s over. My father-in-law will bury me. My husband will play the victim. The family name will win.”
She looked out the window for a moment, then back at him.
“Save me. Bury this. Say the car broke down, we were stuck in a village, no signal. Whatever story you told my father-in-law—stick to it. Make it stronger. Once I’m free, I’ll lift you. Give you a good start in business—big, with Krish. He’s connected. Sekaran uncle trusted him. You’ll have money, power, respect. Not just driving someone else’s wife around.”
Vikram asked how did you know sekaran uncle.. He seemed to connect with your father in law the equation didnt match.. Sekaran uncle daughter and I are friends. Post marriage i came to know her father and my father in law are friends.. I sued to visi his daughter to have fun time.. That is when i met krish..
Vikram kept silent. The road stretched ahead—empty, endless. Swathi watched him in the mirror.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said quietly. “Another woman using you. Another promise. But I’m not Malar. I’m not Malavika. I don’t lie for fun. I lie to survive. Same as you.”
She leaned back, crossed her arms under her breasts, the saree shifting slightly, revealing the curve of her waist.
“You saw me on that bed. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t beg. You didn’t even touch yourself. You just… watched. Like it didn’t matter anymore. Like you’ve seen it all.”
A small smile touched her lips.
“That’s why I trust you to keep this quiet. You’re not the boy who gets hurt anymore. You’re something else.”
Vikram’s grip on the wheel tightened, but he didn’t speak.
Swathi sighed. “Three more days. Help me hold. Then I’ll make it worth it.”
The car rolled on toward Chennai. Vikram’s mind turned.
Sekaran’s name echoed again. Maybe he sent me here for a reason.
Swathi watched him in the mirror—calm, silent, unreadable.
She smiled to herself.
The game had shifted.
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