10-04-2026, 03:03 PM
Chapter 65: The Breaking Storm
Suriya stood frozen in the doorway for one terrifying second, his eyes locked on the scene in front of him.
Anandhi — his Anandhi — naked and tangled under the bedsheet with Jeeva. Their bodies were still flushed from sex, her hair messy, lips swollen, tears shining on her cheeks. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut.
Betrayal.
Rage exploded inside him.
He couldn’t speak at first. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. Then he stormed inside, the door slamming against the wall behind him.
Before Anandhi could even open her mouth to explain, Suriya lunged forward and slapped Rahul hard across the face.
“You bastard!” he roared. “I thought so! You didn’t simply come yesterday to have a chat. You planned something, you bastard!”
The slap echoed loudly in the small room.
Rahul’s head snapped to the side. He tried to sit up, but his body betrayed him. The age reversal was accelerating — a sudden, crushing headache slammed into his skull. His limbs felt heavy, weak. Before he could defend himself, Suriya kicked him hard in the ribs. Rahul gasped and fell off the bed onto the floor, curling in pain.
Suriya’s rage turned to Anandhi.
He grabbed her arm and yanked her up, the sheet falling away, leaving her completely naked and exposed.
“I trusted you! I loved you!” he shouted, voice cracking with fury and hurt. “How the hell could you cheat on me like this? After everything? After I protected you for years? After I gave you my heart?”
Anandhi’s eyes were wide with terror and tears. “No… it’s not what you think… He is my husband……”
Suriya froze for a split second, then laughed bitterly, the sound ugly and broken.
“Your husband? Then who am I? Am I not your husband? Is my body not enough for you?”
He grabbed her face roughly and forced a hard, angry kiss on her lips, trying to claim her, to remind her who she belonged to. Anandhi struggled, tears streaming down her face, but he held her tight.
Rahul, still on the floor, tried to get up but couldn’t. The kick and the accelerating reversal had left him dizzy and weak. His head throbbed violently. He could only watch helplessly as Suriya manhandled the woman he loved.
Suriya pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, eyes wild.
“I treasured you… but this is how you treat me?”
Anandhi pleaded desperately, voice shaking. “No… wait… listen to me…”
But Suriya was beyond listening. In his rage, he tore off his own shirt, then his pants, getting completely naked in seconds. His muscular body was tense, cock already half-hard from a mix of anger and possessive desire.
“See? If bodily pleasure is what you want, I will give you more than he ever can!”
Suriya’s rage had turned blinding.
He grabbed Anandhi roughly by the shoulders and turned her around forcefully, pushing her face-down onto the bed. Her naked breasts pressed against the sheets, her body still trembling from the earlier orgasm with Jeeva. She cried out in shock and fear, trying to resist, her hands pushing against the mattress.
“Suriya, no—please!”
But he was already behind her, breathing hard, his thick cock hard and angry. He positioned himself at her entrance from behind and pushed in with one brutal thrust.
Anandhi screamed, her body jerking forward from the force.
“Suriya, stop! He is my husband! He is Rahul!”
The words hit Suriya like a slap.
“Rahul…? Rahul…?”
He shouted the name three times, voice rising in disbelief and fury, still buried deep inside her.
“Rahul… Rahul… Rahul…!!”
Suriya froze completely, his hand still gripping her hip tightly. His cock, which had been rock-hard with possessive rage, suddenly lost strength. It softened and slipped out of her with a wet, humiliating sound.
He stared down at her back, then slowly turned his head toward the young man still lying on the floor.
“The 20-year-old kiddo… is your Rahul???”
The room went deathly silent except for Anandhi’s ragged breathing and soft sobs.
Suriya stood there, completely naked, chest heaving, his cock now limp between his legs. The fury on his face slowly melted into stunned confusion, then raw betrayal. His eyes moved from Anandhi’s tear-streaked face to Rahul’s weakened body on the floor.
He took one shaky step back.
The trio stood (or lay) in stunned silence, the harsh truth hanging in the air like smoke.
Rahul remained on the floor, breathing shallowly, too weak to stand.
Anandhi was in full tears, her naked body trembling, caught between the two men who both claimed to love her.
Suriya’s head spun. Everything he thought he knew — the brother-in-law, the helpful relative, the man he had started to see as a friend — had just been shattered.
All three of them were shocked, breathing hard, the room thick with pain, betrayal, and the weight of secrets finally exposed.
Suriya stood frozen in the doorway for one terrifying second, his eyes locked on the scene in front of him.
Anandhi — his Anandhi — naked and tangled under the bedsheet with Jeeva. Their bodies were still flushed from sex, her hair messy, lips swollen, tears shining on her cheeks. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut.
Betrayal.
Rage exploded inside him.
He couldn’t speak at first. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. Then he stormed inside, the door slamming against the wall behind him.
Before Anandhi could even open her mouth to explain, Suriya lunged forward and slapped Rahul hard across the face.
“You bastard!” he roared. “I thought so! You didn’t simply come yesterday to have a chat. You planned something, you bastard!”
The slap echoed loudly in the small room.
Rahul’s head snapped to the side. He tried to sit up, but his body betrayed him. The age reversal was accelerating — a sudden, crushing headache slammed into his skull. His limbs felt heavy, weak. Before he could defend himself, Suriya kicked him hard in the ribs. Rahul gasped and fell off the bed onto the floor, curling in pain.
Suriya’s rage turned to Anandhi.
He grabbed her arm and yanked her up, the sheet falling away, leaving her completely naked and exposed.
“I trusted you! I loved you!” he shouted, voice cracking with fury and hurt. “How the hell could you cheat on me like this? After everything? After I protected you for years? After I gave you my heart?”
Anandhi’s eyes were wide with terror and tears. “No… it’s not what you think… He is my husband……”
Suriya froze for a split second, then laughed bitterly, the sound ugly and broken.
“Your husband? Then who am I? Am I not your husband? Is my body not enough for you?”
He grabbed her face roughly and forced a hard, angry kiss on her lips, trying to claim her, to remind her who she belonged to. Anandhi struggled, tears streaming down her face, but he held her tight.
Rahul, still on the floor, tried to get up but couldn’t. The kick and the accelerating reversal had left him dizzy and weak. His head throbbed violently. He could only watch helplessly as Suriya manhandled the woman he loved.
Suriya pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, eyes wild.
“I treasured you… but this is how you treat me?”
Anandhi pleaded desperately, voice shaking. “No… wait… listen to me…”
But Suriya was beyond listening. In his rage, he tore off his own shirt, then his pants, getting completely naked in seconds. His muscular body was tense, cock already half-hard from a mix of anger and possessive desire.
“See? If bodily pleasure is what you want, I will give you more than he ever can!”
Suriya’s rage had turned blinding.
He grabbed Anandhi roughly by the shoulders and turned her around forcefully, pushing her face-down onto the bed. Her naked breasts pressed against the sheets, her body still trembling from the earlier orgasm with Jeeva. She cried out in shock and fear, trying to resist, her hands pushing against the mattress.
“Suriya, no—please!”
But he was already behind her, breathing hard, his thick cock hard and angry. He positioned himself at her entrance from behind and pushed in with one brutal thrust.
Anandhi screamed, her body jerking forward from the force.
“Suriya, stop! He is my husband! He is Rahul!”
The words hit Suriya like a slap.
“Rahul…? Rahul…?”
He shouted the name three times, voice rising in disbelief and fury, still buried deep inside her.
“Rahul… Rahul… Rahul…!!”
Suriya froze completely, his hand still gripping her hip tightly. His cock, which had been rock-hard with possessive rage, suddenly lost strength. It softened and slipped out of her with a wet, humiliating sound.
He stared down at her back, then slowly turned his head toward the young man still lying on the floor.
“The 20-year-old kiddo… is your Rahul???”
The room went deathly silent except for Anandhi’s ragged breathing and soft sobs.
Suriya stood there, completely naked, chest heaving, his cock now limp between his legs. The fury on his face slowly melted into stunned confusion, then raw betrayal. His eyes moved from Anandhi’s tear-streaked face to Rahul’s weakened body on the floor.
He took one shaky step back.
The trio stood (or lay) in stunned silence, the harsh truth hanging in the air like smoke.
Rahul remained on the floor, breathing shallowly, too weak to stand.
Anandhi was in full tears, her naked body trembling, caught between the two men who both claimed to love her.
Suriya’s head spun. Everything he thought he knew — the brother-in-law, the helpful relative, the man he had started to see as a friend — had just been shattered.
All three of them were shocked, breathing hard, the room thick with pain, betrayal, and the weight of secrets finally exposed.
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