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Chapter 67: The Fragile Balance & Suriyas attempt to Reclaim her
The next morning, Anandhi went to Suriya’s room with a heavy heart.
She had barely slept. The weight of everything — the truth about Rahul, the guilt of sleeping with her own husband while Suriya waited for her, the fear of losing Rahul because of this failed experiment — pressed down on her like a stone. She was determined to get Suriya’s help and find a way to cure or at least slow down Rahul’s reversal.
She found Suriya standing near the door, arms crossed, looking tired and unsettled from the previous night’s revelations.
Anandhi took a deep breath and said, voice trembling, “Please… help me find the scientist or consult some good doctor for Rahul. I can’t lose him again.”
At the same moment, Rahul, who had woken early, came near the door. Seeing them together, he hid quietly in the corridor and listened.
Suriya listened quietly, his jaw tight. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the tears she was barely holding back. After a long pause, he nodded.
“I will. I’ll make calls today. But promise me… you will be my wife. No matter what.”
Anandhi looked down, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper.
“I cannot… not when Rahul is around. My priority now is Rahul. I won’t make him disappear like that. I will fight for him.”
Suriya’s jaw tightened further. Pain and possessiveness flashed across his face.
“Same way I will fight for you.”
He grabbed her closer, one strong arm wrapping around her waist, and sealed a deep, possessive kiss on her lips. Anandhi didn’t stop him. She kissed him back, her hands resting on his chest, torn between the familiar comfort of his touch and the overwhelming guilt raging inside her.
The kiss was hungry, desperate — his tongue sliding against hers, his hands gripping her hips as if afraid she would slip away. For a few moments, she melted into him, her body responding even as her heart ached.
When they finally broke the kiss, she pulled back slightly, breathing hard, lips swollen.
“I won’t stop you. You can have me. I love you too… but please understand, Rahul is much more important for me above all.”
Suriya watched her closely, his eyes dark with emotion.
“I want you even when he is around. I hate the idea of being a substitute. I want you to be mine while he is here. Let me show him I actually have you in my heart, and you have me as well.”
Anandhi felt so tired. The emotional exhaustion was crushing. She nodded weakly, too drained to argue.
Suriya promised, his voice softening, “I will look out for the doctor. Tomorrow we’ll take Rahul there. I couldn’t find the scientist’s number yet.”
She was relieved, a small spark of hope cutting through the pain. “Thank you.”
Rahul, still hidden near the door, felt a sharp twist in his chest. He slipped away quietly before they could notice him.
Rahul spent the entire day with the kids and Anandhi. They went to the park, took photos, laughed at small things, and had dinner outside. For a few hours, it almost felt like a normal family — Rahul playing with Riya and Rohan, Anandhi watching them with a bittersweet smile, trying to hold onto these moments before he disappeared.
In the evening, when they reached the house, Anandhi was hungry for him. The emotional day had left her raw and needy. She kissed him forcibly, her hands already removing her clothes, pressing her body against his with desperate urgency.
Rahul stopped her gently, his hand on her wrist, and dialled Suriya’s number.
She asked, confused and breathless, “Why?”
He said softly, voice full of quiet pain, “You need to be with him. During the day, be a mother. At night, be his wife. It’s the deal… until you marry him legally. Do this.”
She hesitated, eyes filling with tears. “Rahul…”
Minutes later, Suriya arrived. Anandhi said she couldn’t go. Rahul then challenged him quietly, “Can you take her away?”
Suriya didn’t hesitate. He lifted Anandhi in his arms despite her weak protest. She wanted him to leave her, but he carried her across the corridor to his house and the door shut behind them with a soft click.
He had no intention to have sex that night, but he want to take control
Suriya simply undressed her gently, piece by piece, his hands reverent rather than hungry. He held her close on the bed, skin against skin, stroking her back and kissing her forehead. He promised he would protect her and the kids. He gave her a doctor’s phone number and said, “Tomorrow let’s take Rahul there.”
She was happy for the first time that day, a small, grateful smile breaking through her exhaustion. “Thank you.”
Then Suriya asked the important question, voice low and vulnerable: “Will I have to stay single if Rahul stays here?”
She looked at him, tears in her eyes. “No… I will do the duty what your wife should do. I will be your wife as well. If Rahul goes away… will you be mine fully?”
“Yes,” he said. “But he is not going anywhere. I won’t make him disappear.”
She kissed his forehead and said, “Don’t worry about it. You can have me anytime…”
She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips slowly, her hands resting on his chest. She wanted to ease the heavy tension that had been lingering between them all evening — the insecurity, the unspoken fears, the way his eyes kept searching hers for reassurance. As she lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch, she moved with deliberate gentleness, hoping the warmth of her body could quiet the storm in his mind... and maybe in hers too.
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But even as the fire between them began to catch, her own heart was conflicted. Being with Suriya always ignited something raw and intense inside her — a deep, physical arousal that grew stronger every time they touched. Yet, no matter how good it felt, her thoughts kept drifting to Rahul. What is he doing right now? Is he thinking about me? The guilt twisted with the pleasure, making everything feel more complicated, more forbidden.
Suriya’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements as she rode him. His breathing grew heavier, but his eyes never left her face. After a few moments, he asked, his voice low and vulnerable, “Do you really love me?”
She looked down at him, her hips still moving in slow, deep circles. “I do,” she whispered.
“Then why do you always choose him?” he asked, the insecurity surfacing clearly now, even in the middle of their intimacy.
“Because he is my love,” she answered softly, honestly. She bent down, her long hair falling around them like a curtain, and kissed his lips tenderly. “I’m sorry… I want to be honest with you. I love you too. But he is always a step ahead in my heart. I’m sorry I misled you… I’m sorry I’m hurting you.”
Suriya’s grip tightened on her hips for a moment. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t stop moving with her. “No,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “I hate being second. Is there any place where I come ahead of him? Any place at all?” His eyes darkened with a mix of pain and hunger. “Maybe in sex? At least here… I score, right?”
She couldn’t help but laugh softly at his words, the sound breathy and affectionate. “You are the winner here,” she teased, leaning down to kiss him again.
That single sentence seemed to ignite something primal in him. The word “winner” gave him the kick he needed. With a sudden growl, Suriya rolled her over in one swift motion, flipping their positions so she was now beneath him. He pushed her thighs apart roughly, spreading her wide open, and thrust into her hard — fucking her like a whore, deep, fast, and possessive.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his lips brushing against her ear as he pounded into her. “Tell me again.”
She smiled through her moans, laughing breathlessly even as her body arched beneath him. “You are the best in sex… you monster… always causing me so much pain… and so much pleasure.”
The heat between them exploded. What started as an attempt to ease tension quickly turned into a passionate, almost desperate sexual marathon. She gave herself over to it willingly, her conflicted thoughts finally quieting as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. For those long minutes — stretching into hours — she forgot about Rahul completely. She was lost in Suriya, in the way he claimed her body, in the raw intensity that only he could pull out of her.
Two hours later, they lay tangled in the sheets, both drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. She turned to him, gently kissing his forehead, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
“You are important to me,” she whispered sincerely. “You are my pillar. You are my love too… but Rahul is more important to me. I don’t know how to explain it. I just… can’t. I hope you understand.”
Suriya looked at her for a long moment, then pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss — slow, emotional, and full of complicated acceptance.
“As long as you promise me you will be my wife,” he murmured against her lips, “I don’t care how much you love him. If you give him 20% of your love, I need 60%. That’s my condition.”
She smiled softly, her heart aching and warm at the same time. Their bodies moved together again, slower now, more intimate — a quiet dance of limbs and whispered promises.
He pulled her up slightly, cupping one of her full breasts and trying to take as much of it into his mouth as he could, sucking hungrily. She gasped, then laughed when he bit down sharply on her nipple.
“Tomorrow,” she said between moans, “let’s take Rahul with us… okay?”
He answered only with another sharp bite on her sensitive nipple — a possessive, playful nod. She laughed again, the sound melting into a moan.
Exhausted and satisfied, they finally drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms — the tension eased, the love still messy and real, the future still uncertain.
The next morning, Anandhi went to Suriya’s room with a heavy heart.
She had barely slept. The weight of everything — the truth about Rahul, the guilt of sleeping with her own husband while Suriya waited for her, the fear of losing Rahul because of this failed experiment — pressed down on her like a stone. She was determined to get Suriya’s help and find a way to cure or at least slow down Rahul’s reversal.
She found Suriya standing near the door, arms crossed, looking tired and unsettled from the previous night’s revelations.
Anandhi took a deep breath and said, voice trembling, “Please… help me find the scientist or consult some good doctor for Rahul. I can’t lose him again.”
At the same moment, Rahul, who had woken early, came near the door. Seeing them together, he hid quietly in the corridor and listened.
Suriya listened quietly, his jaw tight. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the tears she was barely holding back. After a long pause, he nodded.
“I will. I’ll make calls today. But promise me… you will be my wife. No matter what.”
Anandhi looked down, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper.
“I cannot… not when Rahul is around. My priority now is Rahul. I won’t make him disappear like that. I will fight for him.”
Suriya’s jaw tightened further. Pain and possessiveness flashed across his face.
“Same way I will fight for you.”
He grabbed her closer, one strong arm wrapping around her waist, and sealed a deep, possessive kiss on her lips. Anandhi didn’t stop him. She kissed him back, her hands resting on his chest, torn between the familiar comfort of his touch and the overwhelming guilt raging inside her.
The kiss was hungry, desperate — his tongue sliding against hers, his hands gripping her hips as if afraid she would slip away. For a few moments, she melted into him, her body responding even as her heart ached.
When they finally broke the kiss, she pulled back slightly, breathing hard, lips swollen.
“I won’t stop you. You can have me. I love you too… but please understand, Rahul is much more important for me above all.”
Suriya watched her closely, his eyes dark with emotion.
“I want you even when he is around. I hate the idea of being a substitute. I want you to be mine while he is here. Let me show him I actually have you in my heart, and you have me as well.”
Anandhi felt so tired. The emotional exhaustion was crushing. She nodded weakly, too drained to argue.
Suriya promised, his voice softening, “I will look out for the doctor. Tomorrow we’ll take Rahul there. I couldn’t find the scientist’s number yet.”
She was relieved, a small spark of hope cutting through the pain. “Thank you.”
Rahul, still hidden near the door, felt a sharp twist in his chest. He slipped away quietly before they could notice him.
Rahul spent the entire day with the kids and Anandhi. They went to the park, took photos, laughed at small things, and had dinner outside. For a few hours, it almost felt like a normal family — Rahul playing with Riya and Rohan, Anandhi watching them with a bittersweet smile, trying to hold onto these moments before he disappeared.
In the evening, when they reached the house, Anandhi was hungry for him. The emotional day had left her raw and needy. She kissed him forcibly, her hands already removing her clothes, pressing her body against his with desperate urgency.
Rahul stopped her gently, his hand on her wrist, and dialled Suriya’s number.
She asked, confused and breathless, “Why?”
He said softly, voice full of quiet pain, “You need to be with him. During the day, be a mother. At night, be his wife. It’s the deal… until you marry him legally. Do this.”
She hesitated, eyes filling with tears. “Rahul…”
Minutes later, Suriya arrived. Anandhi said she couldn’t go. Rahul then challenged him quietly, “Can you take her away?”
Suriya didn’t hesitate. He lifted Anandhi in his arms despite her weak protest. She wanted him to leave her, but he carried her across the corridor to his house and the door shut behind them with a soft click.
He had no intention to have sex that night, but he want to take control
Suriya simply undressed her gently, piece by piece, his hands reverent rather than hungry. He held her close on the bed, skin against skin, stroking her back and kissing her forehead. He promised he would protect her and the kids. He gave her a doctor’s phone number and said, “Tomorrow let’s take Rahul there.”
She was happy for the first time that day, a small, grateful smile breaking through her exhaustion. “Thank you.”
Then Suriya asked the important question, voice low and vulnerable: “Will I have to stay single if Rahul stays here?”
She looked at him, tears in her eyes. “No… I will do the duty what your wife should do. I will be your wife as well. If Rahul goes away… will you be mine fully?”
“Yes,” he said. “But he is not going anywhere. I won’t make him disappear.”
She kissed his forehead and said, “Don’t worry about it. You can have me anytime…”
She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips slowly, her hands resting on his chest. She wanted to ease the heavy tension that had been lingering between them all evening — the insecurity, the unspoken fears, the way his eyes kept searching hers for reassurance. As she lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch, she moved with deliberate gentleness, hoping the warmth of her body could quiet the storm in his mind... and maybe in hers too.
But even as the fire between them began to catch, her own heart was conflicted. Being with Suriya always ignited something raw and intense inside her — a deep, physical arousal that grew stronger every time they touched. Yet, no matter how good it felt, her thoughts kept drifting to Rahul. What is he doing right now? Is he thinking about me? The guilt twisted with the pleasure, making everything feel more complicated, more forbidden.
Suriya’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements as she rode him. His breathing grew heavier, but his eyes never left her face. After a few moments, he asked, his voice low and vulnerable, “Do you really love me?”
She looked down at him, her hips still moving in slow, deep circles. “I do,” she whispered.
“Then why do you always choose him?” he asked, the insecurity surfacing clearly now, even in the middle of their intimacy.
“Because he is my love,” she answered softly, honestly. She bent down, her long hair falling around them like a curtain, and kissed his lips tenderly. “I’m sorry… I want to be honest with you. I love you too. But he is always a step ahead in my heart. I’m sorry I misled you… I’m sorry I’m hurting you.”
Suriya’s grip tightened on her hips for a moment. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t stop moving with her. “No,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “I hate being second. Is there any place where I come ahead of him? Any place at all?” His eyes darkened with a mix of pain and hunger. “Maybe in sex? At least here… I score, right?”
She couldn’t help but laugh softly at his words, the sound breathy and affectionate. “You are the winner here,” she teased, leaning down to kiss him again.
That single sentence seemed to ignite something primal in him. The word “winner” gave him the kick he needed. With a sudden growl, Suriya rolled her over in one swift motion, flipping their positions so she was now beneath him. He pushed her thighs apart roughly, spreading her wide open, and thrust into her hard — fucking her like a whore, deep, fast, and possessive.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his lips brushing against her ear as he pounded into her. “Tell me again.”
She smiled through her moans, laughing breathlessly even as her body arched beneath him. “You are the best in sex… you monster… always causing me so much pain… and so much pleasure.”
The heat between them exploded. What started as an attempt to ease tension quickly turned into a passionate, almost desperate sexual marathon. She gave herself over to it willingly, her conflicted thoughts finally quieting as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. For those long minutes — stretching into hours — she forgot about Rahul completely. She was lost in Suriya, in the way he claimed her body, in the raw intensity that only he could pull out of her.
Two hours later, they lay tangled in the sheets, both drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. She turned to him, gently kissing his forehead, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
“You are important to me,” she whispered sincerely. “You are my pillar. You are my love too… but Rahul is more important to me. I don’t know how to explain it. I just… can’t. I hope you understand.”
Suriya looked at her for a long moment, then pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss — slow, emotional, and full of complicated acceptance.
“As long as you promise me you will be my wife,” he murmured against her lips, “I don’t care how much you love him. If you give him 20% of your love, I need 60%. That’s my condition.”
She smiled softly, her heart aching and warm at the same time. Their bodies moved together again, slower now, more intimate — a quiet dance of limbs and whispered promises.
He pulled her up slightly, cupping one of her full breasts and trying to take as much of it into his mouth as he could, sucking hungrily. She gasped, then laughed when he bit down sharply on her nipple.
“Tomorrow,” she said between moans, “let’s take Rahul with us… okay?”
He answered only with another sharp bite on her sensitive nipple — a possessive, playful nod. She laughed again, the sound melting into a moan.
Exhausted and satisfied, they finally drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms — the tension eased, the love still messy and real, the future still uncertain.
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