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Chapter 58: Fragments of Daylight
The nights now belonged entirely to Suriya, but the daylight slowly returned to Anandhi like a quiet gift she had almost forgotten existed.
Thanks to the night plan, they dont need to rush and borrow time in day time and now they got chance to reconcile with family and it impacted in very first morning next day.
Monday morning felt different. For the first time in many days, she woke up without the heavy fog of exhaustion and guilt pressing on her chest. Suriya had left early for the gym, leaving the flat peaceful. Anandhi moved through the kitchen with a lighter step, making fresh coffee and packing lunch boxes. She helped Riya choose her favourite hair clips and patiently taught Rohan how to button his shirt properly, praising him when he finally did it right. The little boy beamed up at her with such pure joy that something inside Anandhi twisted — a soft, aching reminder of how much she had missed these ordinary moments.
On the way to college in Suriya’s car, she sat in the front while the kids played in the back. Jeeva drove quietly, giving her space. Anandhi turned around and asked Riya about her drawing competition, listening carefully as her daughter chattered excitedly. When Rohan complained that his water bottle was leaking, she took it from him, wiped it dry with her pallu, and promised to buy him a new one after college. Small things. Normal things. But they felt precious.
In the evening, after college, Suriya was busy with clients at the gym. Anandhi, Jeeva, and the kids spent nearly two hours in the small park nearby. Riya demanded they play “college,” making Anandhi and Jeeva sit on the grass like obedient students while she taught them silly lessons. Rohan ran around collecting colourful fallen leaves and proudly presented the best ones to his mother. Anandhi sat with him on her lap, helping him arrange the leaves into shapes, laughing when he made a “monster face” with them.
She glanced at Jeeva, who was watching them with a quiet, gentle smile. For a brief moment, the old warmth she once felt with Rahul flickered in her chest. She felt a deep, quiet pain bloom inside her — she had been so consumed by the nights with Suriya, by the overwhelming pleasure and escape, that she had almost forgotten how good it felt to simply be their mother. The guilt was soft now, not crushing, but it was there.
“Thank you,” she told Jeeva later that evening when the kids were doing homework. “For taking such good care of them when I… when I couldn’t.”
Jeeva just nodded, his voice calm. “They’re my kids too, in a way. I enjoy it.”
She asked what?
Jeeva said i mean i treat them like my own kids.
Tuesday followed the same gentle rhythm. In the morning, Anandhi helped Riya practice her spelling while Jeeva made breakfast. In the evening, they all sat together on the floor doing homework. Anandhi corrected notebooks, praised their efforts, and told them stories from her own college days. Rohan fell asleep on her lap while she stroked his hair. Riya leaned against her side, yawning but refusing to go to bed until the story ended.
Anandhi felt the ache again — sharper this time. She had let her own pleasure and happiness pull her away from these little souls who needed her. She hugged both children tighter that night before they slept, whispering how much she loved them.
By Wednesday and Thursday, the pattern had settled comfortably. Mornings were for getting ready and light conversations in the car. Evenings were for park time, homework, and family dinners. Anandhi started cooking again — simple dishes the kids loved — and Jeeva helped without making it feel like a burden. She found herself laughing more freely with them, scolding Rohan gently when he made a mess, praising Riya when she shared her toys.
One evening, while watching the kids play, Anandhi sat beside Jeeva on the bench and said softly, “I missed this. I missed being with them like this.”
Jeeva looked at her for a long moment, his eyes kind but carrying a hidden sadness. “They missed you too.”
She felt a lump in her throat. For her own nights of pleasure and escape, she had unintentionally neglected the most important part of her life. The realisation hurt, but it also brought a quiet resolve — she would not let the days slip away anymore.
She also got reminded how she became alien to Jeeva, cut short his friendship to mere gatekeeper or security to guard her secrets, he was once in race to marry her. Now this give her a strange pain. She could not understand him but she was glad he was calm and supportive. She decided to get more close with Jeeva before he leaves abroad.
The nights still belonged to Suriya. But the daylight was slowly becoming hers again — a place where she could be the mother her children deserved, and where she could feel, even for a few hours, like the woman she used to be.
Yet every evening at 10 PM, when Suriya came to take her across the corridor, that other hunger would stir. The pull was undeniable now. The balance was delicate, fragile… and slowly shifting.
She is becoming mother and a friend for jeeva in the day, and a slut women for Suriya in the night.
The nights now belonged entirely to Suriya, but the daylight slowly returned to Anandhi like a quiet gift she had almost forgotten existed.
Thanks to the night plan, they dont need to rush and borrow time in day time and now they got chance to reconcile with family and it impacted in very first morning next day.
Monday morning felt different. For the first time in many days, she woke up without the heavy fog of exhaustion and guilt pressing on her chest. Suriya had left early for the gym, leaving the flat peaceful. Anandhi moved through the kitchen with a lighter step, making fresh coffee and packing lunch boxes. She helped Riya choose her favourite hair clips and patiently taught Rohan how to button his shirt properly, praising him when he finally did it right. The little boy beamed up at her with such pure joy that something inside Anandhi twisted — a soft, aching reminder of how much she had missed these ordinary moments.
On the way to college in Suriya’s car, she sat in the front while the kids played in the back. Jeeva drove quietly, giving her space. Anandhi turned around and asked Riya about her drawing competition, listening carefully as her daughter chattered excitedly. When Rohan complained that his water bottle was leaking, she took it from him, wiped it dry with her pallu, and promised to buy him a new one after college. Small things. Normal things. But they felt precious.
In the evening, after college, Suriya was busy with clients at the gym. Anandhi, Jeeva, and the kids spent nearly two hours in the small park nearby. Riya demanded they play “college,” making Anandhi and Jeeva sit on the grass like obedient students while she taught them silly lessons. Rohan ran around collecting colourful fallen leaves and proudly presented the best ones to his mother. Anandhi sat with him on her lap, helping him arrange the leaves into shapes, laughing when he made a “monster face” with them.
She glanced at Jeeva, who was watching them with a quiet, gentle smile. For a brief moment, the old warmth she once felt with Rahul flickered in her chest. She felt a deep, quiet pain bloom inside her — she had been so consumed by the nights with Suriya, by the overwhelming pleasure and escape, that she had almost forgotten how good it felt to simply be their mother. The guilt was soft now, not crushing, but it was there.
“Thank you,” she told Jeeva later that evening when the kids were doing homework. “For taking such good care of them when I… when I couldn’t.”
Jeeva just nodded, his voice calm. “They’re my kids too, in a way. I enjoy it.”
She asked what?
Jeeva said i mean i treat them like my own kids.
Tuesday followed the same gentle rhythm. In the morning, Anandhi helped Riya practice her spelling while Jeeva made breakfast. In the evening, they all sat together on the floor doing homework. Anandhi corrected notebooks, praised their efforts, and told them stories from her own college days. Rohan fell asleep on her lap while she stroked his hair. Riya leaned against her side, yawning but refusing to go to bed until the story ended.
Anandhi felt the ache again — sharper this time. She had let her own pleasure and happiness pull her away from these little souls who needed her. She hugged both children tighter that night before they slept, whispering how much she loved them.
By Wednesday and Thursday, the pattern had settled comfortably. Mornings were for getting ready and light conversations in the car. Evenings were for park time, homework, and family dinners. Anandhi started cooking again — simple dishes the kids loved — and Jeeva helped without making it feel like a burden. She found herself laughing more freely with them, scolding Rohan gently when he made a mess, praising Riya when she shared her toys.
One evening, while watching the kids play, Anandhi sat beside Jeeva on the bench and said softly, “I missed this. I missed being with them like this.”
Jeeva looked at her for a long moment, his eyes kind but carrying a hidden sadness. “They missed you too.”
She felt a lump in her throat. For her own nights of pleasure and escape, she had unintentionally neglected the most important part of her life. The realisation hurt, but it also brought a quiet resolve — she would not let the days slip away anymore.
She also got reminded how she became alien to Jeeva, cut short his friendship to mere gatekeeper or security to guard her secrets, he was once in race to marry her. Now this give her a strange pain. She could not understand him but she was glad he was calm and supportive. She decided to get more close with Jeeva before he leaves abroad.
The nights still belonged to Suriya. But the daylight was slowly becoming hers again — a place where she could be the mother her children deserved, and where she could feel, even for a few hours, like the woman she used to be.
Yet every evening at 10 PM, when Suriya came to take her across the corridor, that other hunger would stir. The pull was undeniable now. The balance was delicate, fragile… and slowly shifting.
She is becoming mother and a friend for jeeva in the day, and a slut women for Suriya in the night.
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