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Chapter 23: The Plan & The Stolen Nighty
That evening, Jeeva sat on the edge of the cot, staring at the wall until the first gray light of dawn crept through the curtains. The chemical storm had quieted to a low simmer overnight — his cock soft but heavy, as if waiting for the next trigger.
His mind, though, was a storm of its own.
He had only two options left.
Give Anandhi to someone (here the only option is Suriya) — or choose someone from matrimony and get her married — before he vanished.
he had to do this because, he fears after he vanishes, trio might disturb her trap her or even some new threat may arise, a solid men support is necessity. That could only possible if he was her husband or lover.
Suriya was the only realistic and quick choice. But he was not ready to choose him, something still stops him.
so the next is
Matrimony?
But it is Impossible in 70 days — she’d never agree for marriage while Rahul was “alive.” why she had to and how he will be able to convince her. The practical reality hits him.
But she wasn’t an object.
She needed to consent.
She didn’t even know what was happening around her.
Why would she agree to marry someone else when she still had a husband — missing, silent, but alive in her heart?
The practical thought hit him like cold water.
if she had to think about remarry there must be only two reasons, divorce or his demise.
Divorce is not feasible even if they mutual, it would take months and he cannot convince Anandhi of this divorce . she wont aggree.
Death was the only feasible and easy option that wish push her like in a way she’d ever remarry.
Whatever, the case may be
Unless or until Anandhi herself chose to move on. Only then would she consider another man.
More than suriya the second option looks good. He announce himself dead, make a drama and make anandhi believe it .
He pulled out his phone. Texted Madhavan.
“I planned to make my wife remarry. She won’t accept if I’m alive. Need idea to make it look like I passed away.”
Madhavan’s reply came fast — cautious, clinical.
“Tough. Legally messy. Divorce or death are only ways she’d remarry under law. But death is tricky the cops willl smell it.
after a 10 mins, Madhava got an idea.
he sent immediately. Try this instead: write a note as Rahul. Say you love someone else now, disappointed with lifestyle, leaving them forever. Settling somewhere. Don’t search. Leave cash as support. Make her hate you. No legal trouble. She’ll start adapting to new life.”
The plan seemed to work.
Jeeva thought she wont grieve for him, she wont be sad, instaed irritated, instead she will choose instantly or atleast in some quick time. She is young and she will choose it. he thought and he himself as jeeva he will make sure she choose one.
He immediately gone out to nearby xerox shope and wrote the letter and with his hand he put signature and send two to three copies to madhavan in courier.
The letter is short, cruel, believable.
Anandhi,
I’m sorry. I’ve fallen in love with someone else. The debt, the distance, the grind — it broke me. I can’t come back. I’m leaving the country to start over. Don’t search for me. I’ve left cash for you and the kids — enough to settle everything and live comfortably. Be happy. Find someone who can give you what I couldn’t.
Rahul
Madhavan said he will recieve in mroning and go to his place and get some help to leave it in his room, where he stayed.
Jeeva said, Anandhi had made a complaint with cops soon they will go there for enquiry, hope the letter gets to their hand in right time, Madhavan said yes. that timing would be good.
Hours later,
Anandhi returned with the kids — tired, quiet. She glanced at Jeeva once — eyes searching — but he said nothing. He went straight to his room and shut the door. He was thinking about what could be next after teh letter gets into cops hand. he was planning all aftermaths. He decided to have a check on Suriya as well. Stealing the folders from his laptop is still pending.
The night he didnt had food his head is full of this mess.
On other hand, Anandhi didnt know how to react.
She felt , he himself closed the conversation with her.
She went to knock the door and ask him to join for dinner. but something stopped her
She didn’t knock.
Night fell.
The next morning Jeeva woke up earlier, he didnt try to steal his laptop but for the full day analyzed his pattern
Suriya goes for smoking in the roof top by morning 6 AM, he smokes there do some pushups spend 20 mins there he looks around and always softly touches Anandhi clothes put on the clotheslines, and comes back.
The Doors always kept open, he just missed to utilize the moment.
At 10 Am, but never leaves his laptop in house.
By evening 4 He will return home.
Jeeva decided to utilize the next day morning to steal the lap files.
The night he could not sleep, he was thinking about stealing lap files.
He went out to roof top and analysed,
The clothesline was empty — no sarees, no nighties, no bras.
He was shocked to see the ropes has no clothes, he had a dobut what if Suriya comes back quick after smoking, if there is a cloth of anandhi, he may try to spend time with it he thought
He came back down.
He wanted to grab some of her clothe and put it on rooftop clotheslines.
Jeeva waited until the flat was silent — kids asleep, Anandhi’s breathing even from her room.
Anandhi’s room door was cracked.
Moonlight spilled across her bed.
She slept on her side — nightdress riding up one thigh, one arm under the pillow, breathing slow and even. Her 34D breasts rose and fell gently under the thin fabric, nipples faintly outlined in the cool air.
Jeeva’s cock twitched — sudden, hard, the chemical storm flaring.
He stepped inside — silent — eyes on her clothes folded on the chair: a fresh nighty, a white lace bra, matching panties.
He reached out — fingers trembling — and took them.
He slipped out, climbed back to the rooftop.
While he leaves, the door creek sound made Anandhi awake, she saw Jeeva leaving with her bra panty and night, she felt awkward. why does he take my clothes?
she remember he is just a young man, he shown interest in her, may be he taking mine to relieve himself by mastrubation she thought? she thought of confronting him next day ..
Meanwhile in the rooftop terrace
He hung the nighty, bra, and panties carefully — making it look like they’d been left to dry.
He stood there — staring at them — cock throbbing painfully in his shorts.
Returned to the cot.
Slept fitfully.
Morning came — 5 AM.
He woke early — waited on the sofa. He was looking for movement outside none.
At 5.55 Am
Anandhi emerged from her room — sleepy, hair messy, nightdress clinging to her curves. She froze when she saw him.
“Jeeva… you’re up early.”
He nodded — silent.
She went to the kitchen.
Minutes later — footsteps on the stairs.
Suriya.
Jeeva heard the rooftop door open.
He slipped out quietly — climbed the stairs — phone recording.
Suriya stood by the clothesline , cigarette in hand.
He saw the nighty. The bra. The panties.
His eyes widened.
He looked around — no one.
Jeeva knows what he will do now, he know Suriya wont be distracted by anything else, he rushed to Suriya's house down.
The door is already open.
He got in..
That evening, Jeeva sat on the edge of the cot, staring at the wall until the first gray light of dawn crept through the curtains. The chemical storm had quieted to a low simmer overnight — his cock soft but heavy, as if waiting for the next trigger.
His mind, though, was a storm of its own.
He had only two options left.
Give Anandhi to someone (here the only option is Suriya) — or choose someone from matrimony and get her married — before he vanished.
he had to do this because, he fears after he vanishes, trio might disturb her trap her or even some new threat may arise, a solid men support is necessity. That could only possible if he was her husband or lover.
Suriya was the only realistic and quick choice. But he was not ready to choose him, something still stops him.
so the next is
Matrimony?
But it is Impossible in 70 days — she’d never agree for marriage while Rahul was “alive.” why she had to and how he will be able to convince her. The practical reality hits him.
But she wasn’t an object.
She needed to consent.
She didn’t even know what was happening around her.
Why would she agree to marry someone else when she still had a husband — missing, silent, but alive in her heart?
The practical thought hit him like cold water.
if she had to think about remarry there must be only two reasons, divorce or his demise.
Divorce is not feasible even if they mutual, it would take months and he cannot convince Anandhi of this divorce . she wont aggree.
Death was the only feasible and easy option that wish push her like in a way she’d ever remarry.
Whatever, the case may be
Unless or until Anandhi herself chose to move on. Only then would she consider another man.
More than suriya the second option looks good. He announce himself dead, make a drama and make anandhi believe it .
He pulled out his phone. Texted Madhavan.
“I planned to make my wife remarry. She won’t accept if I’m alive. Need idea to make it look like I passed away.”
Madhavan’s reply came fast — cautious, clinical.
“Tough. Legally messy. Divorce or death are only ways she’d remarry under law. But death is tricky the cops willl smell it.
after a 10 mins, Madhava got an idea.
he sent immediately. Try this instead: write a note as Rahul. Say you love someone else now, disappointed with lifestyle, leaving them forever. Settling somewhere. Don’t search. Leave cash as support. Make her hate you. No legal trouble. She’ll start adapting to new life.”
The plan seemed to work.
Jeeva thought she wont grieve for him, she wont be sad, instaed irritated, instead she will choose instantly or atleast in some quick time. She is young and she will choose it. he thought and he himself as jeeva he will make sure she choose one.
He immediately gone out to nearby xerox shope and wrote the letter and with his hand he put signature and send two to three copies to madhavan in courier.
The letter is short, cruel, believable.
Anandhi,
I’m sorry. I’ve fallen in love with someone else. The debt, the distance, the grind — it broke me. I can’t come back. I’m leaving the country to start over. Don’t search for me. I’ve left cash for you and the kids — enough to settle everything and live comfortably. Be happy. Find someone who can give you what I couldn’t.
Rahul
Madhavan said he will recieve in mroning and go to his place and get some help to leave it in his room, where he stayed.
Jeeva said, Anandhi had made a complaint with cops soon they will go there for enquiry, hope the letter gets to their hand in right time, Madhavan said yes. that timing would be good.
Hours later,
Anandhi returned with the kids — tired, quiet. She glanced at Jeeva once — eyes searching — but he said nothing. He went straight to his room and shut the door. He was thinking about what could be next after teh letter gets into cops hand. he was planning all aftermaths. He decided to have a check on Suriya as well. Stealing the folders from his laptop is still pending.
The night he didnt had food his head is full of this mess.
On other hand, Anandhi didnt know how to react.
She felt , he himself closed the conversation with her.
She went to knock the door and ask him to join for dinner. but something stopped her
She didn’t knock.
Night fell.
The next morning Jeeva woke up earlier, he didnt try to steal his laptop but for the full day analyzed his pattern
Suriya goes for smoking in the roof top by morning 6 AM, he smokes there do some pushups spend 20 mins there he looks around and always softly touches Anandhi clothes put on the clotheslines, and comes back.
The Doors always kept open, he just missed to utilize the moment.
At 10 Am, but never leaves his laptop in house.
By evening 4 He will return home.
Jeeva decided to utilize the next day morning to steal the lap files.
The night he could not sleep, he was thinking about stealing lap files.
He went out to roof top and analysed,
The clothesline was empty — no sarees, no nighties, no bras.
He was shocked to see the ropes has no clothes, he had a dobut what if Suriya comes back quick after smoking, if there is a cloth of anandhi, he may try to spend time with it he thought
He came back down.
He wanted to grab some of her clothe and put it on rooftop clotheslines.
Jeeva waited until the flat was silent — kids asleep, Anandhi’s breathing even from her room.
Anandhi’s room door was cracked.
Moonlight spilled across her bed.
She slept on her side — nightdress riding up one thigh, one arm under the pillow, breathing slow and even. Her 34D breasts rose and fell gently under the thin fabric, nipples faintly outlined in the cool air.
Jeeva’s cock twitched — sudden, hard, the chemical storm flaring.
He stepped inside — silent — eyes on her clothes folded on the chair: a fresh nighty, a white lace bra, matching panties.
He reached out — fingers trembling — and took them.
He slipped out, climbed back to the rooftop.
While he leaves, the door creek sound made Anandhi awake, she saw Jeeva leaving with her bra panty and night, she felt awkward. why does he take my clothes?
she remember he is just a young man, he shown interest in her, may be he taking mine to relieve himself by mastrubation she thought? she thought of confronting him next day ..
Meanwhile in the rooftop terrace
He hung the nighty, bra, and panties carefully — making it look like they’d been left to dry.
He stood there — staring at them — cock throbbing painfully in his shorts.
Returned to the cot.
Slept fitfully.
Morning came — 5 AM.
He woke early — waited on the sofa. He was looking for movement outside none.
At 5.55 Am
Anandhi emerged from her room — sleepy, hair messy, nightdress clinging to her curves. She froze when she saw him.
“Jeeva… you’re up early.”
He nodded — silent.
She went to the kitchen.
Minutes later — footsteps on the stairs.
Suriya.
Jeeva heard the rooftop door open.
He slipped out quietly — climbed the stairs — phone recording.
Suriya stood by the clothesline , cigarette in hand.
He saw the nighty. The bra. The panties.
His eyes widened.
He looked around — no one.
Jeeva knows what he will do now, he know Suriya wont be distracted by anything else, he rushed to Suriya's house down.
The door is already open.
He got in..
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