10-04-2026, 08:39 AM
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Chapter 57: The Sunday Night Arrangement
Sunday night arrived with a heavy, unspoken tension hanging over the flat.
The kids were already asleep in their room, their soft breathing the only sound in the quiet house. The three adults sat in the living area — Anandhi on the sofa, Suriya beside her with his arm casually dbangd behind her back, Jeeva across from them in a chair. The air felt thick, charged with the knowledge that something irreversible was about to be spoken.
Suriya broke the silence first, his voice calm but carrying a new edge of possessiveness.
“Jeeva, I think you will move by next week only, right?”
Jeeva nodded quietly. “Yes.”
Anandhi looked at Suriya, her eyes searching, a knot of unease forming in her stomach. She wondered what he would say next.
Suriya leaned back slightly, his hand resting casually on Anandhi’s thigh under the table where only she could feel the warmth of his palm.
“See… me and Anandhi happen to spend time in the mornings because the kids occupy the nights. If you are fine with it, stay in the hall on the sofa and take care of the kids. So for a week, me and Anandhi will enjoy our nights.”
The words landed like a slap.
What could affect Jeeva more than this? A stranger openly asking him to guard the house while his own wife and her new lover had sex every night. The humiliation burned deep in his chest, a sharp, twisting pain that made his throat tighten. He had planned this sacrifice, but hearing it spoken so casually — like he was being assigned a duty — made it feel like a knife being turned slowly.
Anandhi opened her mouth for the first time, her voice shaky but firm. “Suriya, please… it’s too much to ask him like this. We should be thankful for him being understanding and supportive. Don’t load him with unpleasant requests. He too loved me. Jeeva, you don’t need to do this. We will figure it out.”
She turned to Suriya, her eyes soft with guilt and a quiet ache. “I will stay in nights with you on alternate nights. The kids used to be in deep sleep — they never awake in nights. Okay?” Dont disturb or drag Jeeva into this, she pleaded suriya.
Jeeva interrupted gently, his voice surprisingly steady despite the storm inside him. “See, this doesn’t affect me. You two enjoy your nights. I will sleep in the hall.”
Suriya’s eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction. He nodded. “That’s it. Thank you, Jeeva. My actions may seem hurtful, but please understand me. I’m desperate. Like we may not have proper time if the kids have no one like you to spend time with. They would depend on us and we may not get our own time and sex in the night especially — sleeping in each other’s arms after sex rather than sneaking to different rooms in daylight. That looks like an illegal secret affair. But nights… my ownership.”
He looked at Jeeva with a faint smile. “Hope you understand.”
Jeeva shook his head slowly, not in refusal, but in quiet acceptance. The pain was there, deep and raw — the humiliation of being asked to babysit while his wife was taken by another man — but he had already made his choice. He forced a small nod.
Suriya smiled with a grin. He stood up, lifted Anandhi effortlessly into his arms — one hand under her knees, the other supporting her back. As he rose, her saree pallu accidentally slipped and dropped, revealing a deep, full view of her breast cleavage and the upper swell of her breasts straining against the blouse.
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Anandhi gasped, her face flushing with embarrassment. “Jeeva is here… pull my saree…”
Suriya didn’t pull it up. Instead, he leaned down and bit the exposed cleavage — a firm, possessive bite that made her shout in pain and surprise, the sound turning into a shy giggle as the sting mixed with unexpected pleasure.
“Kids are sleeping inside,” she whispered lightly, her voice a mix of protest and thrill, her body instinctively pressing closer to him.
Suriya only grinned, his teeth grazing the soft skin again before he began walking toward the door, carrying her like she weighed nothing. “They won’t wake. And he won’t mind.”
Jeeva stood there, watching them leave. The sound of her soft giggle, the little “ouch” of pleasure-pain from the bite, and finally the door shutting behind them echoed in the empty hall.
He remained standing long after the sound faded, lost in himself — the man who had once been her husband, now reduced to the silent guardian of her secret sex with the lover. It even pained him when he realised Anandhi had totally forgotten Rahul — the thought of him in Anandhi’s life seemed to have vanished completely from her mind.
Sunday night arrived with a heavy, unspoken tension hanging over the flat.
The kids were already asleep in their room, their soft breathing the only sound in the quiet house. The three adults sat in the living area — Anandhi on the sofa, Suriya beside her with his arm casually dbangd behind her back, Jeeva across from them in a chair. The air felt thick, charged with the knowledge that something irreversible was about to be spoken.
Suriya broke the silence first, his voice calm but carrying a new edge of possessiveness.
“Jeeva, I think you will move by next week only, right?”
Jeeva nodded quietly. “Yes.”
Anandhi looked at Suriya, her eyes searching, a knot of unease forming in her stomach. She wondered what he would say next.
Suriya leaned back slightly, his hand resting casually on Anandhi’s thigh under the table where only she could feel the warmth of his palm.
“See… me and Anandhi happen to spend time in the mornings because the kids occupy the nights. If you are fine with it, stay in the hall on the sofa and take care of the kids. So for a week, me and Anandhi will enjoy our nights.”
The words landed like a slap.
What could affect Jeeva more than this? A stranger openly asking him to guard the house while his own wife and her new lover had sex every night. The humiliation burned deep in his chest, a sharp, twisting pain that made his throat tighten. He had planned this sacrifice, but hearing it spoken so casually — like he was being assigned a duty — made it feel like a knife being turned slowly.
Anandhi opened her mouth for the first time, her voice shaky but firm. “Suriya, please… it’s too much to ask him like this. We should be thankful for him being understanding and supportive. Don’t load him with unpleasant requests. He too loved me. Jeeva, you don’t need to do this. We will figure it out.”
She turned to Suriya, her eyes soft with guilt and a quiet ache. “I will stay in nights with you on alternate nights. The kids used to be in deep sleep — they never awake in nights. Okay?” Dont disturb or drag Jeeva into this, she pleaded suriya.
Jeeva interrupted gently, his voice surprisingly steady despite the storm inside him. “See, this doesn’t affect me. You two enjoy your nights. I will sleep in the hall.”
Suriya’s eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction. He nodded. “That’s it. Thank you, Jeeva. My actions may seem hurtful, but please understand me. I’m desperate. Like we may not have proper time if the kids have no one like you to spend time with. They would depend on us and we may not get our own time and sex in the night especially — sleeping in each other’s arms after sex rather than sneaking to different rooms in daylight. That looks like an illegal secret affair. But nights… my ownership.”
He looked at Jeeva with a faint smile. “Hope you understand.”
Jeeva shook his head slowly, not in refusal, but in quiet acceptance. The pain was there, deep and raw — the humiliation of being asked to babysit while his wife was taken by another man — but he had already made his choice. He forced a small nod.
Suriya smiled with a grin. He stood up, lifted Anandhi effortlessly into his arms — one hand under her knees, the other supporting her back. As he rose, her saree pallu accidentally slipped and dropped, revealing a deep, full view of her breast cleavage and the upper swell of her breasts straining against the blouse.
Anandhi gasped, her face flushing with embarrassment. “Jeeva is here… pull my saree…”
Suriya didn’t pull it up. Instead, he leaned down and bit the exposed cleavage — a firm, possessive bite that made her shout in pain and surprise, the sound turning into a shy giggle as the sting mixed with unexpected pleasure.
“Kids are sleeping inside,” she whispered lightly, her voice a mix of protest and thrill, her body instinctively pressing closer to him.
Suriya only grinned, his teeth grazing the soft skin again before he began walking toward the door, carrying her like she weighed nothing. “They won’t wake. And he won’t mind.”
Jeeva stood there, watching them leave. The sound of her soft giggle, the little “ouch” of pleasure-pain from the bite, and finally the door shutting behind them echoed in the empty hall.
He remained standing long after the sound faded, lost in himself — the man who had once been her husband, now reduced to the silent guardian of her secret sex with the lover. It even pained him when he realised Anandhi had totally forgotten Rahul — the thought of him in Anandhi’s life seemed to have vanished completely from her mind.
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