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Chapter 47: The Kiss That Broke Everything
On the drive back home, Anandhi sat quietly in the passenger seat, the creamy saree still hugging her curves. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting soft light on her face.
She turned to Suriya and asked, “You said Jeeva might ask me to choose one among you two. You also said let’s push that two days away. Will he be okay with that? How should I react?”
Suriya kept his eyes on the road, voice calm and steady.
“See, I remember you slapping Sam. I remember how you defended yourself from that VIP politician. Who taught you those instincts? They’re still inside you. Just activate them. I guess you’ve become emotionally attached to both of us, so you’re not even ready to think for yourself.”
He reached over and gently caught her hand.
“Trust me. Be yourself. Scold him if you want. Tell him you’re still recovering and not to pressure you into something you haven’t decided yet.”
Anandhi looked down at their joined hands. A quiet realization settled over her — she had become weak in front of these two men who claimed to love her. But to her, Suriya still seemed better. He was gentle, calm, and supportive. Jeeva felt like a storm she couldn’t control.
They picked up the kids on the way back. Jeeva arrived later that evening and saw Anandhi already home.
He didn’t waste time.
“Choose one of us,” he said, voice low and insistent. “Stop dragging this out. I love you. I want you.”
Anandhi exploded.
“What do you think you’re doing? Why do you keep pressuring me? Don’t you see I’m still lost in thoughts? Leave me alone!”
The words hurt her even as she spoke them. She felt a sharp pain in her chest shouting at him, but she trusted Suriya — this had to stop.
Two days passed like a storm.
Anandhi avoided Jeeva at all costs — short answers, quick exits, never meeting his eyes. Meanwhile, she and Suriya had secret meetings. Their lunch dates became regular. Slowly, a real bond started forming. She found herself secretly appreciating his efforts — the quiet way he listened, the patience he showed, the way he never pushed too hard.
Suriya was determinted to make everything appear normal and not to deliberate attempt,
On Friday night under his instruction, Anandhi got prepared and left with Suriya for a marriage event, they took photo together,
That was the first time Anandhi got a close photograph with any men, she know why t hey are taking this photo suriya had revealed it as he gonna make Jeeva look at it, after 4-5 attempts she looked normal around him and then he put his hand on her and they together took a photo so close.
![[Image: 708683439_im3cv1.jpg]](https://img2.pixhost.to/images/6744/708683439_im3cv1.jpg)
Suriya made it his phone wall paper and he made Jeeva to look at it casually.
When Jeeva enquired he said, the couple happened to be common friends for us, like groom is my friend and Bride is her old colleague, so we both went together, nothing much. Jeeva asked how you both look so close. Suriya winked its AI ;)
Sunday came.
The morning as usual, Anandhi prepared coffee and carried a cup to Suriya’s flat. Jeeva followed her silently across the corridor.
This used to be routine. Today was different.
Jeeva was determined. He was ready to corner her and force an answer. He thought this way she would finally choose Suriya and fear him enough to stay away.
Anandhi felt a war-like situation closing in again. The intensity of the last week weighed heavily on her.
Jeeva grabbed her hand the moment they were inside.
“You can’t deny this time or escape. I need an answer. Choose me. Marry me. I can’t leave you alone here. I know Rahul hadn’t touched you in years and you’ve never allowed anyone near you. Why not me?”
Suriya stepped forward — calm, composed.
“Stop it, Jeeva.”
“She already chose me,” he said quietly, looking straight at Jeeva. “She decided to start a life with me. She doesn’t want to hurt you, so she’s been silent. Don’t take advantage of her calmness.”
Jeeva’s expression darkened. This was what he had wanted… but something felt wrong.
Suriya had moved faster than planned. In his mind he screamed: She is my wife. I planned to give her to you, but you’re stepping over me without even telling me?
He hated how it was unfolding. He wanted to shout “bullshit.”
Anandhi was pure — she couldn’t choose someone so quickly. They must be lying. Or maybe… he had to push harder. No, this wasn’t the way.
“I don’t believe it,” he shouted sharply. “You two are acting.”
Anandhi looked at Suriya — her eyes searching for a cue.
Suriya met her gaze — steady, reassuring.
Jeeva couldn’t believe Anandhi stayed silent, standing idle.
“Tell me something, Anandhi. Why are you silent?”
Suriya answered for her, “She can’t say it. I told you — she’s just afraid of hurting you.”
“We started liking each other the day she saw Rohan sleeping peacefully on me. When you two were in Mumbai, we had lunch and dinner together every day. We’ve been figuring out how to lead a life soon.”
“No… something is odd here,” Jeeva said, shocked. “How did Suriya hide all this?”
Suriya stepped closer to Anandhi and put his arm around her waist. Their bodies touched. Anandhi just looked at him, saying nothing.
“Look at this,” Suriya said, showing his mobile with daily selfies from their lunches and dinners.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Get ready. Don’t get agitated or shocked and spoil the plan. Trust me to the end, please.”
Anandhi stood like a puppet listening to its master — shock, confusion, and everything crashing together. Her only anchor right now was Suriya standing beside her. From today, Jeeva wouldn’t be a bother anymore, she thought.
Jeeva stared. “Okay… okay, I got it. Are these AI-generated photos?”
Like one you showed last time.
Suriya said this is real and that one too is real.
I just dont want to make you worry.
Suriya looked fed up. “Jeeva, you’re young. We both don’t want to disappoint or hurt you, but this is on you. Now look carefully — you don’t trust us, right?”
Jeeva said confidently, “No.”
“Will you believe it now?”
Jeeva looked puzzled — confused and suspicious, his face twisting with disbelief.
Before he could respond, Suriya turned Anandhi toward him with one strong arm pulling her flush against his body. He caught her face in both hands, fingers firm on her jaw and cheek, and forced his lips onto hers.
Anandhi’s eyes widened in pure shock — sudden, unexpected, violating.
She didn’t want to kiss back willingly. This was supposed to be an act, a desperate shield to push Jeeva away, nothing more. Her mind screamed no, stop, this is wrong — she was still a married woman, still waiting for Rahul in some buried corner of her heart. Her hands came up weakly, palms pressing against Suriya’s chest, ready to push him away.
But the moment his warm, firm lips pressed against hers, something deep inside her shifted.
Years of untouched longing — nights alone with only her fingers and quiet frustration — surged up like a dam breaking. The heat caught her fast, flooding her body before her mind could fight it. The sexual feeling kicked in hard — strong, overwhelming, undeniable.
Her body responded, betraying her.
Her lips parted slightly, almost against her will, allowing him deeper. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly, softened. Fingers curled into his shirt instead, gripping the fabric as if anchoring herself. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat — low and breathy — as his tongue brushed hers for the first time.
Suriya didn’t hesitate.
He explored her mouth like a rare achievement he had waited years to claim. His tongue pushed past her lips, slow and deliberate, tasting her fully. The warm, slick slide of saliva mixed between them — hers sweet and hesitant, his bolder, claiming. He licked along the inside of her lower lip, savoring the soft, plush texture, then swirled his tongue around hers, coaxing it to dance with his. He sucked gently on her tongue, drawing it into his mouth, tasting every inch — the faint coffee from earlier, the natural sweetness of her, the wet heat that made his own cock twitch hard against her belly.
Anandhi’s mind was in chaos.
This is wrong… I shouldn’t… Rahul… Jeeva is watching…
But her body had already surrendered. The taste of him — masculine, slightly salty, mixed with the lingering coffee — flooded her senses. His tongue licked deeper into her mouth, exploring every corner, licking the roof of her mouth, tracing her teeth, then sliding wetly against her own tongue again and again. Their saliva mingled freely now, slippery and intimate, strings of it connecting their lips when he pulled back slightly only to dive in deeper.
She could feel every detail — the way his tongue curled around hers, sucking, licking, owning. The wet, obscene sounds of their mouths moving together filled the small space. Her nipples hardened instantly under the thin blouse, aching as they pressed against his firm chest. A warm, aching wetness bloomed between her thighs, her pussy clenching involuntarily as heat pooled low in her belly. Her hips shifted closer without her permission, seeking more contact, her body craving the hardness she could feel growing against her.
Suriya’s hand cupped her jaw possessively, tilting her head for better access while the other rested on her waist, fingers digging in just enough to hold her in place. He kissed her like a man starved — deep, hungry licks, slow drags of his tongue over hers, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and biting it gently before plunging back in. More saliva coated their lips and chins, the wet glide making the kiss messier, more carnal.
Anandhi’s resistance crumbled further. Another soft, helpless moan vibrated against his mouth as her tongue finally moved — shyly at first, then with growing hunger — tasting him back. The years without a man’s touch, without being kissed like this, made her body sing. Shame burned in her chest, but the pleasure was stronger, flooding her veins, making her thighs tremble.
When some one see the visual now, it looked like Anandhi had pulled Suriya in for a kiss.
![[Image: 708685881_gmaoi.jpg]](https://img2.pixhost.to/images/6745/708685881_gmaoi.jpg)
Jeeva stood frozen a few feet away, watching the entire thing.
His heart twisted violently, a sharp, jagged pain cutting through him. This was his wife — his Anandhi — being kissed so deeply by another man. He saw the way her body softened, the faint moan that escaped her, the way her hips pressed closer. From his perspective, it looked shameless, intimate, real. His own cock throbbed painfully under the chemical storm raging inside him — jealousy and unwanted arousal crashing together in a sickening wave. Pre-cum leaked hotly into his underwear as he stared, unable to look away, unable to stop the scene unfolding before him.
After what felt like an eternity, Suriya finally pulled back, breathing slightly heavier, a thin string of mixed saliva still connecting their lips for a second before breaking.
He looked at Jeeva — eyes calm but firm, almost victorious.
Jeeva’s face was a mask of disappointment and raw pain. He had just witnessed his own wife being kissed so thoroughly, her body responding, a soft moan leaving her lips. He couldn’t face the reality. Without a word, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard behind him.
The sound made Anandhi too look at the door, her mind was in a storm entirely. Her heart felt heavy watching Jeeva leave so broken.
Suriya turned to Anandhi, his voice soft, almost apologetic.
“I’m sorry if that was too much… I’m a very controlled man, but your closeness, your scent, your lips… you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I got carried away.”
The words brought Anandhi back to reality. She touched her swollen, wet lips with trembling fingers — flushed, heart still racing wildly, thighs pressed tightly together from the sudden, shameful rush of wetness between them.
She knew it was supposed to be just an act from Suriya to make Jeeva withdraw. But the way he had explored her mouth — tasting her tongue, licking every inch, sharing their saliva so intimately — had awakened something dangerous inside her.
No… this just happened unconsciously. Just for today. Suriya got carried away and I… I did too. Let’s stop this from going further.
Yet another voice whispered: Trust Suriya. He won’t take advantage of me. After all, he’s become the only truly reliable person in recent days.
She hit Suriya lightly on the arm, a small, embarrassed laugh escaping as she tried to hide how deeply affected she was.
“You should have informed me prior… Why did you kiss me for real?”
Suriya smiled — warm, genuine, though his eyes still held heat.
“I know. But sometimes words aren’t enough. It had to feel real.”
She whispered, voice shaky, “Please don’t do this again. Let this be the last one.”
Suriya nodded, but deep down he already had bigger schemes ahead.
Suriya’s plan was working.
But for Jeeva, it had only brought unbearable pain.
On the drive back home, Anandhi sat quietly in the passenger seat, the creamy saree still hugging her curves. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting soft light on her face.
She turned to Suriya and asked, “You said Jeeva might ask me to choose one among you two. You also said let’s push that two days away. Will he be okay with that? How should I react?”
Suriya kept his eyes on the road, voice calm and steady.
“See, I remember you slapping Sam. I remember how you defended yourself from that VIP politician. Who taught you those instincts? They’re still inside you. Just activate them. I guess you’ve become emotionally attached to both of us, so you’re not even ready to think for yourself.”
He reached over and gently caught her hand.
“Trust me. Be yourself. Scold him if you want. Tell him you’re still recovering and not to pressure you into something you haven’t decided yet.”
Anandhi looked down at their joined hands. A quiet realization settled over her — she had become weak in front of these two men who claimed to love her. But to her, Suriya still seemed better. He was gentle, calm, and supportive. Jeeva felt like a storm she couldn’t control.
They picked up the kids on the way back. Jeeva arrived later that evening and saw Anandhi already home.
He didn’t waste time.
“Choose one of us,” he said, voice low and insistent. “Stop dragging this out. I love you. I want you.”
Anandhi exploded.
“What do you think you’re doing? Why do you keep pressuring me? Don’t you see I’m still lost in thoughts? Leave me alone!”
The words hurt her even as she spoke them. She felt a sharp pain in her chest shouting at him, but she trusted Suriya — this had to stop.
Two days passed like a storm.
Anandhi avoided Jeeva at all costs — short answers, quick exits, never meeting his eyes. Meanwhile, she and Suriya had secret meetings. Their lunch dates became regular. Slowly, a real bond started forming. She found herself secretly appreciating his efforts — the quiet way he listened, the patience he showed, the way he never pushed too hard.
Suriya was determinted to make everything appear normal and not to deliberate attempt,
On Friday night under his instruction, Anandhi got prepared and left with Suriya for a marriage event, they took photo together,
That was the first time Anandhi got a close photograph with any men, she know why t hey are taking this photo suriya had revealed it as he gonna make Jeeva look at it, after 4-5 attempts she looked normal around him and then he put his hand on her and they together took a photo so close.
Suriya made it his phone wall paper and he made Jeeva to look at it casually.
When Jeeva enquired he said, the couple happened to be common friends for us, like groom is my friend and Bride is her old colleague, so we both went together, nothing much. Jeeva asked how you both look so close. Suriya winked its AI ;)
Sunday came.
The morning as usual, Anandhi prepared coffee and carried a cup to Suriya’s flat. Jeeva followed her silently across the corridor.
This used to be routine. Today was different.
Jeeva was determined. He was ready to corner her and force an answer. He thought this way she would finally choose Suriya and fear him enough to stay away.
Anandhi felt a war-like situation closing in again. The intensity of the last week weighed heavily on her.
Jeeva grabbed her hand the moment they were inside.
“You can’t deny this time or escape. I need an answer. Choose me. Marry me. I can’t leave you alone here. I know Rahul hadn’t touched you in years and you’ve never allowed anyone near you. Why not me?”
Suriya stepped forward — calm, composed.
“Stop it, Jeeva.”
“She already chose me,” he said quietly, looking straight at Jeeva. “She decided to start a life with me. She doesn’t want to hurt you, so she’s been silent. Don’t take advantage of her calmness.”
Jeeva’s expression darkened. This was what he had wanted… but something felt wrong.
Suriya had moved faster than planned. In his mind he screamed: She is my wife. I planned to give her to you, but you’re stepping over me without even telling me?
He hated how it was unfolding. He wanted to shout “bullshit.”
Anandhi was pure — she couldn’t choose someone so quickly. They must be lying. Or maybe… he had to push harder. No, this wasn’t the way.
“I don’t believe it,” he shouted sharply. “You two are acting.”
Anandhi looked at Suriya — her eyes searching for a cue.
Suriya met her gaze — steady, reassuring.
Jeeva couldn’t believe Anandhi stayed silent, standing idle.
“Tell me something, Anandhi. Why are you silent?”
Suriya answered for her, “She can’t say it. I told you — she’s just afraid of hurting you.”
“We started liking each other the day she saw Rohan sleeping peacefully on me. When you two were in Mumbai, we had lunch and dinner together every day. We’ve been figuring out how to lead a life soon.”
“No… something is odd here,” Jeeva said, shocked. “How did Suriya hide all this?”
Suriya stepped closer to Anandhi and put his arm around her waist. Their bodies touched. Anandhi just looked at him, saying nothing.
“Look at this,” Suriya said, showing his mobile with daily selfies from their lunches and dinners.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Get ready. Don’t get agitated or shocked and spoil the plan. Trust me to the end, please.”
Anandhi stood like a puppet listening to its master — shock, confusion, and everything crashing together. Her only anchor right now was Suriya standing beside her. From today, Jeeva wouldn’t be a bother anymore, she thought.
Jeeva stared. “Okay… okay, I got it. Are these AI-generated photos?”
Like one you showed last time.
Suriya said this is real and that one too is real.
I just dont want to make you worry.
Suriya looked fed up. “Jeeva, you’re young. We both don’t want to disappoint or hurt you, but this is on you. Now look carefully — you don’t trust us, right?”
Jeeva said confidently, “No.”
“Will you believe it now?”
Jeeva looked puzzled — confused and suspicious, his face twisting with disbelief.
Before he could respond, Suriya turned Anandhi toward him with one strong arm pulling her flush against his body. He caught her face in both hands, fingers firm on her jaw and cheek, and forced his lips onto hers.
Anandhi’s eyes widened in pure shock — sudden, unexpected, violating.
She didn’t want to kiss back willingly. This was supposed to be an act, a desperate shield to push Jeeva away, nothing more. Her mind screamed no, stop, this is wrong — she was still a married woman, still waiting for Rahul in some buried corner of her heart. Her hands came up weakly, palms pressing against Suriya’s chest, ready to push him away.
But the moment his warm, firm lips pressed against hers, something deep inside her shifted.
Years of untouched longing — nights alone with only her fingers and quiet frustration — surged up like a dam breaking. The heat caught her fast, flooding her body before her mind could fight it. The sexual feeling kicked in hard — strong, overwhelming, undeniable.
Her body responded, betraying her.
Her lips parted slightly, almost against her will, allowing him deeper. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly, softened. Fingers curled into his shirt instead, gripping the fabric as if anchoring herself. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat — low and breathy — as his tongue brushed hers for the first time.
Suriya didn’t hesitate.
He explored her mouth like a rare achievement he had waited years to claim. His tongue pushed past her lips, slow and deliberate, tasting her fully. The warm, slick slide of saliva mixed between them — hers sweet and hesitant, his bolder, claiming. He licked along the inside of her lower lip, savoring the soft, plush texture, then swirled his tongue around hers, coaxing it to dance with his. He sucked gently on her tongue, drawing it into his mouth, tasting every inch — the faint coffee from earlier, the natural sweetness of her, the wet heat that made his own cock twitch hard against her belly.
Anandhi’s mind was in chaos.
This is wrong… I shouldn’t… Rahul… Jeeva is watching…
But her body had already surrendered. The taste of him — masculine, slightly salty, mixed with the lingering coffee — flooded her senses. His tongue licked deeper into her mouth, exploring every corner, licking the roof of her mouth, tracing her teeth, then sliding wetly against her own tongue again and again. Their saliva mingled freely now, slippery and intimate, strings of it connecting their lips when he pulled back slightly only to dive in deeper.
She could feel every detail — the way his tongue curled around hers, sucking, licking, owning. The wet, obscene sounds of their mouths moving together filled the small space. Her nipples hardened instantly under the thin blouse, aching as they pressed against his firm chest. A warm, aching wetness bloomed between her thighs, her pussy clenching involuntarily as heat pooled low in her belly. Her hips shifted closer without her permission, seeking more contact, her body craving the hardness she could feel growing against her.
Suriya’s hand cupped her jaw possessively, tilting her head for better access while the other rested on her waist, fingers digging in just enough to hold her in place. He kissed her like a man starved — deep, hungry licks, slow drags of his tongue over hers, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and biting it gently before plunging back in. More saliva coated their lips and chins, the wet glide making the kiss messier, more carnal.
Anandhi’s resistance crumbled further. Another soft, helpless moan vibrated against his mouth as her tongue finally moved — shyly at first, then with growing hunger — tasting him back. The years without a man’s touch, without being kissed like this, made her body sing. Shame burned in her chest, but the pleasure was stronger, flooding her veins, making her thighs tremble.
When some one see the visual now, it looked like Anandhi had pulled Suriya in for a kiss.
Jeeva stood frozen a few feet away, watching the entire thing.
His heart twisted violently, a sharp, jagged pain cutting through him. This was his wife — his Anandhi — being kissed so deeply by another man. He saw the way her body softened, the faint moan that escaped her, the way her hips pressed closer. From his perspective, it looked shameless, intimate, real. His own cock throbbed painfully under the chemical storm raging inside him — jealousy and unwanted arousal crashing together in a sickening wave. Pre-cum leaked hotly into his underwear as he stared, unable to look away, unable to stop the scene unfolding before him.
After what felt like an eternity, Suriya finally pulled back, breathing slightly heavier, a thin string of mixed saliva still connecting their lips for a second before breaking.
He looked at Jeeva — eyes calm but firm, almost victorious.
Jeeva’s face was a mask of disappointment and raw pain. He had just witnessed his own wife being kissed so thoroughly, her body responding, a soft moan leaving her lips. He couldn’t face the reality. Without a word, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard behind him.
The sound made Anandhi too look at the door, her mind was in a storm entirely. Her heart felt heavy watching Jeeva leave so broken.
Suriya turned to Anandhi, his voice soft, almost apologetic.
“I’m sorry if that was too much… I’m a very controlled man, but your closeness, your scent, your lips… you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I got carried away.”
The words brought Anandhi back to reality. She touched her swollen, wet lips with trembling fingers — flushed, heart still racing wildly, thighs pressed tightly together from the sudden, shameful rush of wetness between them.
She knew it was supposed to be just an act from Suriya to make Jeeva withdraw. But the way he had explored her mouth — tasting her tongue, licking every inch, sharing their saliva so intimately — had awakened something dangerous inside her.
No… this just happened unconsciously. Just for today. Suriya got carried away and I… I did too. Let’s stop this from going further.
Yet another voice whispered: Trust Suriya. He won’t take advantage of me. After all, he’s become the only truly reliable person in recent days.
She hit Suriya lightly on the arm, a small, embarrassed laugh escaping as she tried to hide how deeply affected she was.
“You should have informed me prior… Why did you kiss me for real?”
Suriya smiled — warm, genuine, though his eyes still held heat.
“I know. But sometimes words aren’t enough. It had to feel real.”
She whispered, voice shaky, “Please don’t do this again. Let this be the last one.”
Suriya nodded, but deep down he already had bigger schemes ahead.
Suriya’s plan was working.
But for Jeeva, it had only brought unbearable pain.
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