23-03-2026, 05:11 PM
Chapter 33: The Undenied 10 Days Entry
The next morning arrived soft and quiet, the flat bathed in the pale gold of early sunlight filtering through thin curtains. Anandhi woke first habit more than choice — and moved through her routine with the same gentle efficiency she always did. She slipped into a simple cotton kurta, the fabric light and slightly worn, clinging just enough to outline the full curve of her 34D bust as she bent to adjust her dupatta.
Her black hair was pinned loosely in a bun, a few rebellious strands framing her face. She padded barefoot to the kitchen, started the stove, and began brewing tea the metallic chime of the steel kettle against the counter the only sound in the still house.
She carried two tumblers toward Jeeva’s room — one for him, one for herself — expecting to find him still asleep or stirring slowly.
Instead, she froze in the doorway.
Suriya was sleeping on the floor beneath Jeeva’s cot.
A thin bedsheet was spread neatly under him, his broad back rising and falling in slow rhythm. His gym-honed body — shirtless even in sleep — looked almost too large for the narrow space, one thick arm flung out, the other tucked under his head. The white gauze bandages on Jeeva’s leg and hand were still in place, but Jeeva himself was awake, propped against the headboard, watching her with calm eyes.
Anandhi’s breath caught.
Suriya stirred at the sound of her footsteps — eyes opening slowly, dark and alert. He sat up without hurry, muscles shifting under fair skin, and rose to his feet in one fluid motion. He ran a hand through his hair, gave her a small, almost sheepish nod, and walked past her into the hall.
Anandhi followed, tumblers still in her hands, voice low but sharp with confusion.
“When did you come? How… how did I lock the house last night?”
Suriya leaned against the wall, arms crossed loosely over his chest.
“Jeeva felt the urge to urinate around 2 AM. He couldn’t get to the bathroom alone — feared he’d slip on the wet tiles with the bandages. He called my phone and informed me, then he opened the door, limped across the hall. I heard him. I helped him. After that… I thought, what if he needs help again in the night? What if he falls? So I stayed. Sorry I didn’t inform you.”
Anandhi stared at him — processing.
Then her expression softened.
“No… no issues at all. I’m glad you’re so thoughtful.”
She set the tumblers on the table — one tea, one coffee — and gave him a small, genuine smile.
“Wait. I’ll prepare tea for us.”
Suriya shook his head, a faint grin tugging at his lips.
“I’m a coffee man.”
Anandhi laughed softly — the sound light, surprised.
“Sure. I’ll then take this coffee… and tea for me.”
Jeeva is coffee person just like you
Suriya took the coffee, his eyes flicked to her lips as she raised the tea tumbler to her mouth.
He watched — very graphically — the way her soft lips touched the rim, the gentle purse as she sipped, the tiny bead of liquid that clung to her lower lip before she licked it away.
Yes… taste her coffee first, he thought to himself, then her lips later — in right time.
He sipped his coffee — eyes never leaving her.
An hour later she left for college with the kids — saree rustling, bag slung over her shoulder, a quick “Take care of him” thrown back at Surya as she passed.
The door clicked shut.
The flat fell silent.
Jeeva immediately unmasked himself — the fake bandages peeled off in seconds, leg and hand perfectly fine. He stood — stretching — and looked at Surya.
Suriya grinned wide — arms spread.
“Bravo. I just thought I got house access and her number…
but your new plan made me stay here for a night . In very close presence to Anandhi.”
Jeeva nodded — voice low.
“Trust me. Do whatever I say. I will make Anandhi yours.”
Suriya tilted his head — curious.
Then Jeeva asked.
“How’re you so natural in acting? Feeding you, spooning rice… it felt real.”
Surya’s grin softened — eyes distant for a moment.
“My usual self. I used to be like that with my wife and kids. Gentle. Caring. But later… I got drenched in power and money. I slipped a bit. Thought I could win her back by force, with money, sexually. She stopped me. Once she went away, I realized — power and money are nothing.”
Jeeva watched him — something shifting inside.
Doctor’s right, he thought.
Madhavan the doctor, the sceientist, actually said him, test them, if they are undeserving get back the assets, may be the worst would possess a skill like they deserve it.
He tested Suriya. He is now sure he is better than what I thought. I misjudged him for being very lustful. I should make it fast, make fast move to get anandhi bedded by suriya.
Jeeva spoke — voice firm.
“Now the next plan. When Anandhi arrives, tell her you’re taking me to your place.”
Suriya frowned — confused.
“Your place? You just made me enter her house.”
Jeeva smiled — small, knowing.
“Trust me. Do what I say.”
When Anandhi returned that evening — tired, kids in tow — Surya was waiting.
He stood in the hall — casual, concerned.
“I’m taking him to my place tonight,” he said simply. You know men to men, we will speak something, it would be better for me to help from here, i wont be a bother to yoou.. just a day then lets see if he is comfortable let him stay here untill he
Anandhi blinked — surprised.
“He’ll be more comfortable. And I’m right across the corridor. If anything happens, I’m one shout away.”
She hesitated — then nodded slowly.
“Okay… if he’s okay with it.”
Jeeva — still bandaged for show — gave a weak nod.
Anandhi sighed — a mix of worry.
“Fine. But call me if anything changes.”
The night she went to give them food — carrying a steel tiffin box — she knocked on Surya’s door.
Suriya opened — shirtless again, shorts low on hips.
She stepped in — saw Jeeva in bed — leg elevated on pillows, hand propped on a table. Suriya was constantly adjusting — pillows, water glass, blanket — fussing in a quiet, practiced way she couldn’t quite understand.
She set the tiffin down — voice soft.
“Dinner. Eat properly.”
Surya nodded.
“Thank you.”
She lingered, watching them — something warm flickering in her chest.
The next morning she came again,early, to check on Jeeva.
He was propped up,complaining softly.
“I couldn’t sleep properly. The bed was too low.”
Anandhi frowned.
“Why can’t you be here? you should have informed me right?” You two can be there in our house itsel.
Jeeva sighed — dramatic.
“I’m okay… but Suriya is hesitant. He keeps saying — how can a single man like him enter a single woman’s house like his own? Won’t society blame you? Won’t they ask what relation he has with you?”
Anandhi looked at Surya — who stood by the door, arms crossed, expression sheepish.
She stepped closer to Surya — voice firm.
“Did I complain about it? I know you worry for me. Society has nothing better to do. Society do anything when we are in pain. It’s my order. Come to my house. Suriya don't even think about what others says, you can be in my house and with us as long as you wish. And if society asks… tell them we are friends.”
Suriya who once could not make a move for years, become a friend in few minutes of Jeeva's drama.
Suriya’s eyes widened — then softened.
He nodded — once — slowly.
Jeeva — from the bed — smiled faintly.
Won’t I know my wife?
The men shared a glance — silent, understanding.
They were sure.
Anandhi was going to be taken by Suriya soon in bed..
The next morning arrived soft and quiet, the flat bathed in the pale gold of early sunlight filtering through thin curtains. Anandhi woke first habit more than choice — and moved through her routine with the same gentle efficiency she always did. She slipped into a simple cotton kurta, the fabric light and slightly worn, clinging just enough to outline the full curve of her 34D bust as she bent to adjust her dupatta.
Her black hair was pinned loosely in a bun, a few rebellious strands framing her face. She padded barefoot to the kitchen, started the stove, and began brewing tea the metallic chime of the steel kettle against the counter the only sound in the still house.
She carried two tumblers toward Jeeva’s room — one for him, one for herself — expecting to find him still asleep or stirring slowly.
Instead, she froze in the doorway.
Suriya was sleeping on the floor beneath Jeeva’s cot.
A thin bedsheet was spread neatly under him, his broad back rising and falling in slow rhythm. His gym-honed body — shirtless even in sleep — looked almost too large for the narrow space, one thick arm flung out, the other tucked under his head. The white gauze bandages on Jeeva’s leg and hand were still in place, but Jeeva himself was awake, propped against the headboard, watching her with calm eyes.
Anandhi’s breath caught.
Suriya stirred at the sound of her footsteps — eyes opening slowly, dark and alert. He sat up without hurry, muscles shifting under fair skin, and rose to his feet in one fluid motion. He ran a hand through his hair, gave her a small, almost sheepish nod, and walked past her into the hall.
Anandhi followed, tumblers still in her hands, voice low but sharp with confusion.
“When did you come? How… how did I lock the house last night?”
Suriya leaned against the wall, arms crossed loosely over his chest.
“Jeeva felt the urge to urinate around 2 AM. He couldn’t get to the bathroom alone — feared he’d slip on the wet tiles with the bandages. He called my phone and informed me, then he opened the door, limped across the hall. I heard him. I helped him. After that… I thought, what if he needs help again in the night? What if he falls? So I stayed. Sorry I didn’t inform you.”
Anandhi stared at him — processing.
Then her expression softened.
“No… no issues at all. I’m glad you’re so thoughtful.”
She set the tumblers on the table — one tea, one coffee — and gave him a small, genuine smile.
“Wait. I’ll prepare tea for us.”
Suriya shook his head, a faint grin tugging at his lips.
“I’m a coffee man.”
Anandhi laughed softly — the sound light, surprised.
“Sure. I’ll then take this coffee… and tea for me.”
Jeeva is coffee person just like you
Suriya took the coffee, his eyes flicked to her lips as she raised the tea tumbler to her mouth.
He watched — very graphically — the way her soft lips touched the rim, the gentle purse as she sipped, the tiny bead of liquid that clung to her lower lip before she licked it away.
Yes… taste her coffee first, he thought to himself, then her lips later — in right time.
He sipped his coffee — eyes never leaving her.
An hour later she left for college with the kids — saree rustling, bag slung over her shoulder, a quick “Take care of him” thrown back at Surya as she passed.
The door clicked shut.
The flat fell silent.
Jeeva immediately unmasked himself — the fake bandages peeled off in seconds, leg and hand perfectly fine. He stood — stretching — and looked at Surya.
Suriya grinned wide — arms spread.
“Bravo. I just thought I got house access and her number…
but your new plan made me stay here for a night . In very close presence to Anandhi.”
Jeeva nodded — voice low.
“Trust me. Do whatever I say. I will make Anandhi yours.”
Suriya tilted his head — curious.
Then Jeeva asked.
“How’re you so natural in acting? Feeding you, spooning rice… it felt real.”
Surya’s grin softened — eyes distant for a moment.
“My usual self. I used to be like that with my wife and kids. Gentle. Caring. But later… I got drenched in power and money. I slipped a bit. Thought I could win her back by force, with money, sexually. She stopped me. Once she went away, I realized — power and money are nothing.”
Jeeva watched him — something shifting inside.
Doctor’s right, he thought.
Madhavan the doctor, the sceientist, actually said him, test them, if they are undeserving get back the assets, may be the worst would possess a skill like they deserve it.
He tested Suriya. He is now sure he is better than what I thought. I misjudged him for being very lustful. I should make it fast, make fast move to get anandhi bedded by suriya.
Jeeva spoke — voice firm.
“Now the next plan. When Anandhi arrives, tell her you’re taking me to your place.”
Suriya frowned — confused.
“Your place? You just made me enter her house.”
Jeeva smiled — small, knowing.
“Trust me. Do what I say.”
When Anandhi returned that evening — tired, kids in tow — Surya was waiting.
He stood in the hall — casual, concerned.
“I’m taking him to my place tonight,” he said simply. You know men to men, we will speak something, it would be better for me to help from here, i wont be a bother to yoou.. just a day then lets see if he is comfortable let him stay here untill he
Anandhi blinked — surprised.
“He’ll be more comfortable. And I’m right across the corridor. If anything happens, I’m one shout away.”
She hesitated — then nodded slowly.
“Okay… if he’s okay with it.”
Jeeva — still bandaged for show — gave a weak nod.
Anandhi sighed — a mix of worry.
“Fine. But call me if anything changes.”
The night she went to give them food — carrying a steel tiffin box — she knocked on Surya’s door.
Suriya opened — shirtless again, shorts low on hips.
She stepped in — saw Jeeva in bed — leg elevated on pillows, hand propped on a table. Suriya was constantly adjusting — pillows, water glass, blanket — fussing in a quiet, practiced way she couldn’t quite understand.
She set the tiffin down — voice soft.
“Dinner. Eat properly.”
Surya nodded.
“Thank you.”
She lingered, watching them — something warm flickering in her chest.
The next morning she came again,early, to check on Jeeva.
He was propped up,complaining softly.
“I couldn’t sleep properly. The bed was too low.”
Anandhi frowned.
“Why can’t you be here? you should have informed me right?” You two can be there in our house itsel.
Jeeva sighed — dramatic.
“I’m okay… but Suriya is hesitant. He keeps saying — how can a single man like him enter a single woman’s house like his own? Won’t society blame you? Won’t they ask what relation he has with you?”
Anandhi looked at Surya — who stood by the door, arms crossed, expression sheepish.
She stepped closer to Surya — voice firm.
“Did I complain about it? I know you worry for me. Society has nothing better to do. Society do anything when we are in pain. It’s my order. Come to my house. Suriya don't even think about what others says, you can be in my house and with us as long as you wish. And if society asks… tell them we are friends.”
Suriya who once could not make a move for years, become a friend in few minutes of Jeeva's drama.
Suriya’s eyes widened — then softened.
He nodded — once — slowly.
Jeeva — from the bed — smiled faintly.
Won’t I know my wife?
The men shared a glance — silent, understanding.
They were sure.
Anandhi was going to be taken by Suriya soon in bed..
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