10-04-2026, 01:39 PM
Chapter 62: Anandhi's Risky Desicion.
After dinner, the flat was quiet. The kids had gone to sleep early. Anandhi sat on the edge of her bed, staring at nothing.
She didn’t feel like going to Suriya’s room tonight. The usual pull was missing. Instead, a deep, heavy pain had settled in her chest.
After all the truth has come out, I need some time to process. I am not a slut to go running behind his cock.
Suriya texted her:
Darling, I prepared a beautiful silk saree. Let’s do something like our first night today, like a new married couple..
She looked at the message. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she typed back:
Suriya, I’m having a headache. Maybe some other day?
She was conflicted. She didn’t want to say no to him outright, nor did she want to confront either of them yet. She knew he loved her dearly, but she hated the approach and the tricks he had done along with Jeeva. It lacked honesty and sincerity. She felt like she had been cheated. But she also knew they had to do that to break her walls — it was the only way to take her.
Almost two weeks now, they had been living as husband and wife — more than just sex. She had started treating Suriya as her own husband. They took selfies, share secrets, went out together, and for the past week she had genuinely reciprocated his love. She had lowered her guard and acted for him. Just for this new love. Not anyone would know that after every night, every sex, his bare chest was the place where Anandhi cried and got consoled. He was a great supporter and friend. She felt more comfortable around him. That was one main reason why she agreed to all his kinks. He supported her mentally, she supported him physically and sexually. Apart from the sex and his bold behaviour, he was a gentle man. She was glad she had found him.
But the recent revelations had put her on the spot.
And now suriya was not the real issue for her, what bothered her most was:
Jeeva is leaving in three days…
The realization kept repeating in her mind like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding.
She debated within herself.
Why can’t I confront Jeeva and Suriya? Why?
She thought of Rahul, her soulmate, who had left her to be with some other woman. Today she had a love life again, but it was too much to digest. She had two people loving her deeply — Suriya and Jeeva.
But the sacrifices Jeeva had made to secure her better life had positioned him on a completely new level in her heart.
She thought continuing the husband and wife relationship with Suriya wouldn’t feel normal anymore, not unless they all came clean with every secret.
She wanted to do the same with Jeeva as well.
But unlike Suriya, Jeeva had no time. He was leaving in two days.
She stood up slowly and walked to the mirror. Her reflection stared back — a beautiful, curvaceous 31-year-old woman with long black hair and full breasts that still looked youthful. But her eyes were red and tired.
She whispered to herself, voice breaking:
“What can I possibly give him in just two days?”
He had only asked for time. She could give him that… but was that enough for all his sacrifices?
Suriya sent another message:
I missed your body, baby. I want to fuck you so badly tonight.
She felt irritated for the first time with his message.
She thought to herself Suriya, I’ve had enough time to confront things. If our married life has to go smoother, then we need to come clean with each other.
She didn't text back She threw the phone on the bed.
Minutes later the sorrow got her again. Jeeva leaving…
She recalled how she and Jeeva used to hang out, shop, cook together. He had always reminded her of a younger copy of Rahul.
She tried to remember when everything started getting spoiled.
That was the day Jeeva had almost hugged her from behind in the kitchen, and she had softly rejected him.
From then on, the dynamics between them had changed.
That was the only thing apart from marriage that Jeeva seemed to want from her — sex.
Her inner voice answered immediately, sharp and insistent:
You already crossed so many limits with Suriya. You let him touch you, kiss you, take you completely. Jeeva was the first person who almost broke your boundary long back… and you stopped him. Now… why not resume what you stopped? If what you did to Suriya is reciprocation of love, do the same for Jeeva. One time make him happy, then stay loyal to Suriya…
Guilt crashed over her like a wave.
No…
She blurted out loud. No… No…
But her mind kept cycling back.
She tried to remember why Jeeva had acted this way. All for me? Yes… all this for me… for the kids… He sacrificed his own love, his pride, everything… just so I could have a stable life with someone who would protect us.
She remembered the conversation she had overheard — every word, every confession.
Jeeva had faked the accident.
Jeeva had created the pressure.
Jeeva had pushed her toward Suriya again and again… even when it broke his own heart.
Tears welled up again.
He never forced me. He never took what he wanted. He only pushed me toward safety… even when it tore him apart.
Only two days left… What can I give him that truly matters?
Her inner voice screamed again, louder this time:
Give him what he truly wished for. Your body. Your warmth. One night where he feels he was not just the planner… but the man who was loved too.
Anandhi closed her eyes tightly, fighting the storm inside her.
If I do this… there is no going back. I will be crossing the final line.
One more fear caught her: If I sleep with Jeeva, what will Suriya think? He will never agree if I ask him openly. He might get angry, he might even leave me.
Her head spun with guilt, gratitude, shame, and fear of losing both men.
She imagined Suriya’s face if he ever found out. The hurt. The betrayal. The possibility that he might leave her too.
She imagined Jeeva walking away forever, carrying the weight of his unfulfilled love and silent sacrifices, never knowing how deeply she understood what he had done for her.
Tears kept falling.
She whispered brokenly to her reflection, “He gave up everything for me… and I’m going to let him leave with nothing?”
The thought hurt more than anything.
Eventually, the tears slowed.
She wiped her face, looked at her reflection once more, and whispered with trembling lips:
“He deserves at least this much…”
Deep down, after all the fighting, crying, and arguing with herself, she had made her decision.
She would satisfy him sexually.
She would give herself to Jeeva as the ultimate, silent thank you for all his silent sacrifices.
She would hide it from Suriya for now — she would not ask for permission. She would do it quietly, carefully, when the moment felt right.
And after Jeeva left for abroad, she would confess everything to Suriya — how she now knew all the truth about how Jeeva had played and orchestrated everything to push her toward him, and how she had given herself to Jeeva as a final gift.
If Suriya accepted her even after knowing the full truth, Provided he too comes clean, then she would stay with him.
If not… she would stay single.
She decided.
After dinner, the flat was quiet. The kids had gone to sleep early. Anandhi sat on the edge of her bed, staring at nothing.
She didn’t feel like going to Suriya’s room tonight. The usual pull was missing. Instead, a deep, heavy pain had settled in her chest.
After all the truth has come out, I need some time to process. I am not a slut to go running behind his cock.
Suriya texted her:
Darling, I prepared a beautiful silk saree. Let’s do something like our first night today, like a new married couple..
She looked at the message. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she typed back:
Suriya, I’m having a headache. Maybe some other day?
She was conflicted. She didn’t want to say no to him outright, nor did she want to confront either of them yet. She knew he loved her dearly, but she hated the approach and the tricks he had done along with Jeeva. It lacked honesty and sincerity. She felt like she had been cheated. But she also knew they had to do that to break her walls — it was the only way to take her.
Almost two weeks now, they had been living as husband and wife — more than just sex. She had started treating Suriya as her own husband. They took selfies, share secrets, went out together, and for the past week she had genuinely reciprocated his love. She had lowered her guard and acted for him. Just for this new love. Not anyone would know that after every night, every sex, his bare chest was the place where Anandhi cried and got consoled. He was a great supporter and friend. She felt more comfortable around him. That was one main reason why she agreed to all his kinks. He supported her mentally, she supported him physically and sexually. Apart from the sex and his bold behaviour, he was a gentle man. She was glad she had found him.
But the recent revelations had put her on the spot.
And now suriya was not the real issue for her, what bothered her most was:
Jeeva is leaving in three days…
The realization kept repeating in her mind like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding.
She debated within herself.
Why can’t I confront Jeeva and Suriya? Why?
She thought of Rahul, her soulmate, who had left her to be with some other woman. Today she had a love life again, but it was too much to digest. She had two people loving her deeply — Suriya and Jeeva.
But the sacrifices Jeeva had made to secure her better life had positioned him on a completely new level in her heart.
She thought continuing the husband and wife relationship with Suriya wouldn’t feel normal anymore, not unless they all came clean with every secret.
She wanted to do the same with Jeeva as well.
But unlike Suriya, Jeeva had no time. He was leaving in two days.
She stood up slowly and walked to the mirror. Her reflection stared back — a beautiful, curvaceous 31-year-old woman with long black hair and full breasts that still looked youthful. But her eyes were red and tired.
She whispered to herself, voice breaking:
“What can I possibly give him in just two days?”
He had only asked for time. She could give him that… but was that enough for all his sacrifices?
Suriya sent another message:
I missed your body, baby. I want to fuck you so badly tonight.
She felt irritated for the first time with his message.
She thought to herself Suriya, I’ve had enough time to confront things. If our married life has to go smoother, then we need to come clean with each other.
She didn't text back She threw the phone on the bed.
Minutes later the sorrow got her again. Jeeva leaving…
She recalled how she and Jeeva used to hang out, shop, cook together. He had always reminded her of a younger copy of Rahul.
She tried to remember when everything started getting spoiled.
That was the day Jeeva had almost hugged her from behind in the kitchen, and she had softly rejected him.
From then on, the dynamics between them had changed.
That was the only thing apart from marriage that Jeeva seemed to want from her — sex.
Her inner voice answered immediately, sharp and insistent:
You already crossed so many limits with Suriya. You let him touch you, kiss you, take you completely. Jeeva was the first person who almost broke your boundary long back… and you stopped him. Now… why not resume what you stopped? If what you did to Suriya is reciprocation of love, do the same for Jeeva. One time make him happy, then stay loyal to Suriya…
Guilt crashed over her like a wave.
No…
She blurted out loud. No… No…
But her mind kept cycling back.
She tried to remember why Jeeva had acted this way. All for me? Yes… all this for me… for the kids… He sacrificed his own love, his pride, everything… just so I could have a stable life with someone who would protect us.
She remembered the conversation she had overheard — every word, every confession.
Jeeva had faked the accident.
Jeeva had created the pressure.
Jeeva had pushed her toward Suriya again and again… even when it broke his own heart.
Tears welled up again.
He never forced me. He never took what he wanted. He only pushed me toward safety… even when it tore him apart.
Only two days left… What can I give him that truly matters?
Her inner voice screamed again, louder this time:
Give him what he truly wished for. Your body. Your warmth. One night where he feels he was not just the planner… but the man who was loved too.
Anandhi closed her eyes tightly, fighting the storm inside her.
If I do this… there is no going back. I will be crossing the final line.
One more fear caught her: If I sleep with Jeeva, what will Suriya think? He will never agree if I ask him openly. He might get angry, he might even leave me.
Her head spun with guilt, gratitude, shame, and fear of losing both men.
She imagined Suriya’s face if he ever found out. The hurt. The betrayal. The possibility that he might leave her too.
She imagined Jeeva walking away forever, carrying the weight of his unfulfilled love and silent sacrifices, never knowing how deeply she understood what he had done for her.
Tears kept falling.
She whispered brokenly to her reflection, “He gave up everything for me… and I’m going to let him leave with nothing?”
The thought hurt more than anything.
Eventually, the tears slowed.
She wiped her face, looked at her reflection once more, and whispered with trembling lips:
“He deserves at least this much…”
Deep down, after all the fighting, crying, and arguing with herself, she had made her decision.
She would satisfy him sexually.
She would give herself to Jeeva as the ultimate, silent thank you for all his silent sacrifices.
She would hide it from Suriya for now — she would not ask for permission. She would do it quietly, carefully, when the moment felt right.
And after Jeeva left for abroad, she would confess everything to Suriya — how she now knew all the truth about how Jeeva had played and orchestrated everything to push her toward him, and how she had given herself to Jeeva as a final gift.
If Suriya accepted her even after knowing the full truth, Provided he too comes clean, then she would stay with him.
If not… she would stay single.
She decided.
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