23-03-2026, 10:14 PM
Chapter 38: The Knife & The Trump Card
Continuation from Chapter 36
“What happened? Tell me. Why are you telling me to get food from him… but you won’t come there?”
Anandhi glanced around — Riya and Rohan were absorbed in their game — then whispered.
“Kids are here…”
Jeeva stood — grabbed her wrist gently but firmly and pulled her toward the bedroom.
She didn’t resist — followed — door clicking shut behind them.
Inside — the room was dim, curtains half-drawn, air thick with the scent of her jasmine oil and the faint dampness of her hair.
Jeeva turned to her — eyes searching her face.
“Your saree was wet. Your hair was messy when you came back. Did he do anything bad to you?”
Anandhi shook her head quickly — too quickly.
“No… no…”
Jeeva stepped closer — voice dropping.
“Then come with me. Let’s have lunch there.”
Anandhi backed up a step — shaking her head harder.
“No. I’m not feeling well.”
Jeeva’s eyes narrowed.
“You look perfectly fine. Are you going to tell me… or shall I kick his door and ask him myself?”
Anandhi panicked — hands flying up.
“No — no! I’ll tell you.”
She took a shaky breath — eyes darting to the door, then back to him.
“It’s… it’s a small accident.”
Jeeva folded his arms — waiting.
“What accident made you wet?”
She swallowed.
“The tap was broken. Water splashed everywhere. We both got drenched. My saree… my blouse… everything became see-through.”
Jeeva’s gaze darkened.
“You tied your hair when you went there. Why was it loose now?”
Anandhi’s voice trembled.
“Please listen. I got drenched so he asked me to dry there — in his house. Like… undress, wear a towel. I was uncomfortable. I said I’ll go home like this. He got angry… and pushed me on the bed.”
Jeeva’s breath caught.
“He did what?”
Anandhi rushed on — words tumbling.
“It was so strange. I got panicked.
Then he said… if his intention was my body, he would have done it years back — when I was alone.
He had so many chances. But he didn't use it,
I don't know why he was strange today!
I got a feel, like, A man who could force this much, only says he hide his intentions for a long...
Jeeva felt Anandhi had a bad impression on suriya now.. he wanted to break it but befor he process she said.
After that when he tried to get up… his hand slipped and touched my body (she hides its her breast).
It was an accident.
May be he was not like what i thought but i think we reached a point .
I know — but I couldn’t face him after that. I just… ran.”
Jeeva’s mind spun — panic, rage, opportunity colliding.
He turned — eyes scanning the room, he wanted to turn entire thing into a positieve for suriya,
he quickly spotted a small kitchen knife on the side table (left from cutting fruit earlier).
He grabbed it — knuckles white.
Anandhi’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing?”
Jeeva strode toward the door — knife in hand.
“He thinks he’s a hero? A savior? Just because he beat Sam, John, Kiran, and that politician doesnt mean he can misbehave with you?!
“Jeeva — stop!”
He froze — knife still raised.
Anandhi stared at him — shocked.
I said its accident and i know it.
Wait what you said.
Suriya beat them?
“What is all that? Suriya did all that?”
Jeeva’s breath hitched — the trump card slipping out in a way like he made it sure he slip it out of rage.
like ... He hadn’t meant to reveal it yet. But the knife, the anger — it all poured out.
Continuation from Chapter 36
“What happened? Tell me. Why are you telling me to get food from him… but you won’t come there?”
Anandhi glanced around — Riya and Rohan were absorbed in their game — then whispered.
“Kids are here…”
Jeeva stood — grabbed her wrist gently but firmly and pulled her toward the bedroom.
She didn’t resist — followed — door clicking shut behind them.
Inside — the room was dim, curtains half-drawn, air thick with the scent of her jasmine oil and the faint dampness of her hair.
Jeeva turned to her — eyes searching her face.
“Your saree was wet. Your hair was messy when you came back. Did he do anything bad to you?”
Anandhi shook her head quickly — too quickly.
“No… no…”
Jeeva stepped closer — voice dropping.
“Then come with me. Let’s have lunch there.”
Anandhi backed up a step — shaking her head harder.
“No. I’m not feeling well.”
Jeeva’s eyes narrowed.
“You look perfectly fine. Are you going to tell me… or shall I kick his door and ask him myself?”
Anandhi panicked — hands flying up.
“No — no! I’ll tell you.”
She took a shaky breath — eyes darting to the door, then back to him.
“It’s… it’s a small accident.”
Jeeva folded his arms — waiting.
“What accident made you wet?”
She swallowed.
“The tap was broken. Water splashed everywhere. We both got drenched. My saree… my blouse… everything became see-through.”
Jeeva’s gaze darkened.
“You tied your hair when you went there. Why was it loose now?”
Anandhi’s voice trembled.
“Please listen. I got drenched so he asked me to dry there — in his house. Like… undress, wear a towel. I was uncomfortable. I said I’ll go home like this. He got angry… and pushed me on the bed.”
Jeeva’s breath caught.
“He did what?”
Anandhi rushed on — words tumbling.
“It was so strange. I got panicked.
Then he said… if his intention was my body, he would have done it years back — when I was alone.
He had so many chances. But he didn't use it,
I don't know why he was strange today!
I got a feel, like, A man who could force this much, only says he hide his intentions for a long...
Jeeva felt Anandhi had a bad impression on suriya now.. he wanted to break it but befor he process she said.
After that when he tried to get up… his hand slipped and touched my body (she hides its her breast).
It was an accident.
May be he was not like what i thought but i think we reached a point .
I know — but I couldn’t face him after that. I just… ran.”
Jeeva’s mind spun — panic, rage, opportunity colliding.
He turned — eyes scanning the room, he wanted to turn entire thing into a positieve for suriya,
he quickly spotted a small kitchen knife on the side table (left from cutting fruit earlier).
He grabbed it — knuckles white.
Anandhi’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing?”
Jeeva strode toward the door — knife in hand.
“He thinks he’s a hero? A savior? Just because he beat Sam, John, Kiran, and that politician doesnt mean he can misbehave with you?!
“Jeeva — stop!”
He froze — knife still raised.
Anandhi stared at him — shocked.
I said its accident and i know it.
Wait what you said.
Suriya beat them?
“What is all that? Suriya did all that?”
Jeeva’s breath hitched — the trump card slipping out in a way like he made it sure he slip it out of rage.
like ... He hadn’t meant to reveal it yet. But the knife, the anger — it all poured out.
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