Adultery 100 Days with My Wife: One Women, Two Desires, One Eternal Love [Completed]

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Chapter 53: Suriya Convince Anandhi with a heart to heart open talk


The sun had dipped behind the hills, painting the resort in soft orange and purple hues. The kids were already asleep in their tomb after a long day of playing. Anandhi stood outside Suriya’s tomb, arms wrapped tightly around herself, the cool mountain breeze doing nothing to calm the storm inside her chest.

Suriya stepped out, his expression calm but serious. He could see the fear and reluctance in her eyes. He gestured gently toward the small wooden bench near the glass wall of his tomb.

“Come. Sit with me for a moment.”

Anandhi hesitated, then sat down, keeping a small distance between them. Her creamy saree felt too thin in the night air.

Suriya looked at her for a long moment, his voice low and sincere.

“Anandhi… I know you’re scared. I know this is all moving too fast for you. I’m not here to force you into anything you don’t want. I respect you — more than you can imagine. You’re not just a beautiful woman to me. You’re a mother who has carried everything alone for years. You’re strong, dignified, and loyal even when the world has been unfair to you. I see you as someone who deserves to be cherished, not used.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. His eyes were gentle, but there was a quiet intensity behind them.

“I see you as the woman I want to protect. Not just for today, but for the future. I know you still carry Rahul in your heart. I’m not asking you to forget him. I’m only asking you to let me stand beside you while you heal. That’s why this act is important. Jeeva is not going to stop unless he truly believes we are real. If we don’t push harder tonight, he will keep pressuring you, keep doubting, keep interfering in your life. You deserve peace. The kids deserve stability. And I… I want to give you both.”

Anandhi’s eyes welled up. His words were logical, respectful, and strangely comforting. She felt the weight of his sincerity. For the first time, she didn’t feel like she was being pushed — she felt like she was being seen.

Suriya continued softly, “We already crossed some lines by accident in the bathroom. You saw me fully. I saw you half-naked. The damage is done. If we stop now, Jeeva will think it was all fake. But if we go one step further tonight — under the bedsheet, truly nude but hidden from his eyes — he will finally believe. He will see movement, he will hear us, he will think we are making love. That’s all we need. One strong moment to convince him. After that, he will leave. You will be free.”

Anandhi’s heart pounded. She looked down at her hands, voice barely a whisper.
“I… I’m not ready for this. It feels wrong. I feel like I’m betraying Rahul every time I let you close.”

Suriya nodded, his expression full of understanding.

“I know. And I respect that more than anything. I won’t look at you if you don’t want me to. We will stay completely under the bedsheet. We will remove our clothes there, throw them aside when Jeeva is watching, and act like we are making love. You can keep your eyes closed the whole time. I will stay on my side. No touching unless you allow it. This is only to end the drama once and for all.”

Anandhi sat in silence for a long time, her mind racing. The logical reasons piled up — Jeeva’s pressure, the kids’ future, her own exhaustion from the constant tension. She was tired of fighting. Tired of the guilt. Tired of feeling stuck.

Finally, she whispered, her voice shaking, “Okay… but only if you promise you won’t look at me. We stay under the bedsheet. You stay away. No one sees me nude. Not even you.”

Suriya nodded immediately, his voice gentle.
“I promise. I won’t look. We stay under the sheet. This is only to make him believe. Nothing more.”

Anandhi felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. She had agreed. Reluctantly. Fearfully. But she had agreed.


Suriya watched her carefully for a moment, sensing her lingering hesitation. He leaned in just a little closer, his tone still soft but practical.

“Anandhi… to make it look real, I will have to be on top of you — like in missionary position. We need to enact the movement. I will look straight into your eyes, not anywhere else. We can kiss while we do it. That will look the most natural… the most believable. I promise I will keep my eyes on yours the entire time. Nothing else.”

Anandhi’s breath hitched. The image flooded her mind — lying under the sheet, completely naked, Suriya’s body hovering over hers, their eyes locked, lips touching. It felt dangerously intimate. Too close. Too real. Her cheeks burned with shame and a strange, unwanted flutter low in her belly.

She stared at her hands, voice barely audible.

“…Only if you keep your eyes on mine. No looking anywhere else. And we stay completely under the sheet. No one sees anything.”
Suriya gave a slow, understanding nod.

“Only eyes on yours. I promise.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, the plan settling between them like a heavy blanket. They rehearsed the sequence quietly — the timing, the sounds they would make, how they would remove their clothes under the sheet, how they would move to look like they were making love. It felt clinical on the surface, but the reality of what they were about to do hung thick in the air.

They decided the time would be 10:00 PM. They expected Jeeva to arrive anytime after that.

Anandhi’s heart pounded as the clock ticked closer. She kept telling herself it was just one final act. One last performance to end the drama forever. But deep down, a quiet voice whispered that the line between acting and reality was becoming dangerously thin.

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