10-04-2026, 06:59 PM
Chapter 70: A Emotional and Sexy night
“Let’s get married,”
she said softly, looking at Suriya.
Suriya could not believe it, he was on cloud nine!, His dreams finally coming into space he wanted.
She continued hesitatingly
“But give me some time to inform my kids properly.”
They know you as uncle, to call you father i need to prepare them.. and only nupital chain will make us legal with society
Suriya’s eyes softened with relief and love. He pulled her into his arms.
“The nuptial chain doesn’t need to be in reality,” he whispered. “I already married you in my heart.”
He cached her face and He kissed her passionately — deep, emotional, full of all the longing he had held back for months. His lips moved against hers with a reverence that made her heart ache. There was no hunger for dominance tonight, only a quiet desperation to finally reconnect after so many weeks of silence and tears.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing shakily. Suriya’s eyes searched hers in the dim glow of the bedside lamp.
“I’ve missed you… so much,” he whispered.
Anandhi nodded, her throat tight. She had missed her husband Rahul terribly — every single day. But as per Rahul’s own last wish, she had finally decided to move forward and marry Suriya. Tonight felt like the real beginning of that new chapter.
They undressed each other with trembling hands. When they were finally skin to skin, Suriya lowered himself over her. The moment he entered her — slow, deep, and careful — Anandhi’s breath caught. A sharp wave of guilt hit her. Even now, with Suriya inside her, her mind flickered to Rahul. This was supposed to be only for you… The thought made her eyes sting with fresh tears.
Suriya noticed the sudden tension in her body. He paused, buried fully inside her, and cupped her face gently.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered, voice low and tender. “Just us.”
Anandhi nodded, but the moment he began to move — slow, rolling thrusts that made their bodies glide together — Rahul’s face flashed in her mind again. She could almost hear his voice, feel his touch from that last farewell night. Her heart clenched painfully even as pleasure started blooming between her legs.
Suriya kept his rhythm steady and deep, his hips pressing against hers with every languid stroke. He could feel her body responding — the way her walls fluttered softly around him — but he also sensed her mind drifting. Without a word, he slid one hand down, gripped her thigh, and lifted it higher around his waist, changing the angle so he could go even deeper.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped Anandhi’s lips. The new depth made her toes curl and her back arch slightly. For a few blessed moments, the intense sensation pushed Rahul’s shadow out of her thoughts. She focused only on Suriya — on the warmth of his skin against hers, on the way his chest brushed her breasts with every thrust, on the steady, reassuring beat of his heart.
“I love you,” Suriya breathed against her ear, his voice thick with emotion as he continued to pound into her slowly but firmly. “I love you, Anandhi… stay here with me.”
Tears slipped down her temples. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pulling him closer so their foreheads touched.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, voice trembling. “I’m trying… I’m really trying…”
Suriya didn’t stop. He kept the slow, deep, possessive rhythm — each thrust deliberate, each one meant to anchor her to the present. Whenever he felt her body tense or her gaze grow distant, he would grind his hips in a slow circle, pressing right against that sensitive spot inside her until her breath hitched and her eyes refocused on him.
For fleeting moments, she forgot Rahul completely. The pleasure built like a warm tide, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around Suriya’s thickness, her skin growing slick with sweat. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync — skin sliding against skin, breaths mingling, fingers intertwined tightly on the pillow beside her head.
Every time Rahul’s memory tried to surface again, Suriya seemed to sense it. He would kiss her harder, thrust a little deeper, or whisper “I’ve got you” against her lips, pounding steadily until the thought dissolved under waves of sensation. In those moments, Suriya was winning — claiming her body and pulling her mind back to him, even if only temporarily.
Anandhi cried softly through it all, not from pain, but from the complicated storm inside her: missing Rahul, guilt for moving on, and the overwhelming love and gratitude she felt for the man who was patiently loving her right now.
Suriya held her through every tear, kissing them away one by one while never breaking his slow, deep rhythm. His own eyes were glassy with emotion as he looked at her.
“You’re mine tonight,” he murmured tenderly. “And I’m yours.”
Their lovemaking remained tender and emotional — bodies shivering together, eyes mostly locked, hands never letting go. The pleasure gradually overtook everything else. When Anandhi finally came, it was with a long, shaky moan and fresh tears, her walls pulsing strongly around him. Suriya followed soon after, burying himself deep as he shuddered against her, whispering “I love you” over and over.
They stayed joined for a long time afterward, breathing hard, skin damp and warm. Suriya brushed stray hair from her face and kissed her forehead gently.
“Thank you for choosing to move forward with me,” he said softly.
Anandhi could only nod, still catching her breath, her heart still torn between two men — one lost, one holding her so patiently in his arms.
“Let’s get married,”
she said softly, looking at Suriya.
Suriya could not believe it, he was on cloud nine!, His dreams finally coming into space he wanted.
She continued hesitatingly
“But give me some time to inform my kids properly.”
They know you as uncle, to call you father i need to prepare them.. and only nupital chain will make us legal with society
Suriya’s eyes softened with relief and love. He pulled her into his arms.
“The nuptial chain doesn’t need to be in reality,” he whispered. “I already married you in my heart.”
He cached her face and He kissed her passionately — deep, emotional, full of all the longing he had held back for months. His lips moved against hers with a reverence that made her heart ache. There was no hunger for dominance tonight, only a quiet desperation to finally reconnect after so many weeks of silence and tears.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing shakily. Suriya’s eyes searched hers in the dim glow of the bedside lamp.
“I’ve missed you… so much,” he whispered.
Anandhi nodded, her throat tight. She had missed her husband Rahul terribly — every single day. But as per Rahul’s own last wish, she had finally decided to move forward and marry Suriya. Tonight felt like the real beginning of that new chapter.
They undressed each other with trembling hands. When they were finally skin to skin, Suriya lowered himself over her. The moment he entered her — slow, deep, and careful — Anandhi’s breath caught. A sharp wave of guilt hit her. Even now, with Suriya inside her, her mind flickered to Rahul. This was supposed to be only for you… The thought made her eyes sting with fresh tears.
Suriya noticed the sudden tension in her body. He paused, buried fully inside her, and cupped her face gently.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered, voice low and tender. “Just us.”
Anandhi nodded, but the moment he began to move — slow, rolling thrusts that made their bodies glide together — Rahul’s face flashed in her mind again. She could almost hear his voice, feel his touch from that last farewell night. Her heart clenched painfully even as pleasure started blooming between her legs.
Suriya kept his rhythm steady and deep, his hips pressing against hers with every languid stroke. He could feel her body responding — the way her walls fluttered softly around him — but he also sensed her mind drifting. Without a word, he slid one hand down, gripped her thigh, and lifted it higher around his waist, changing the angle so he could go even deeper.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped Anandhi’s lips. The new depth made her toes curl and her back arch slightly. For a few blessed moments, the intense sensation pushed Rahul’s shadow out of her thoughts. She focused only on Suriya — on the warmth of his skin against hers, on the way his chest brushed her breasts with every thrust, on the steady, reassuring beat of his heart.
“I love you,” Suriya breathed against her ear, his voice thick with emotion as he continued to pound into her slowly but firmly. “I love you, Anandhi… stay here with me.”
Tears slipped down her temples. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pulling him closer so their foreheads touched.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, voice trembling. “I’m trying… I’m really trying…”
Suriya didn’t stop. He kept the slow, deep, possessive rhythm — each thrust deliberate, each one meant to anchor her to the present. Whenever he felt her body tense or her gaze grow distant, he would grind his hips in a slow circle, pressing right against that sensitive spot inside her until her breath hitched and her eyes refocused on him.
For fleeting moments, she forgot Rahul completely. The pleasure built like a warm tide, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around Suriya’s thickness, her skin growing slick with sweat. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync — skin sliding against skin, breaths mingling, fingers intertwined tightly on the pillow beside her head.
Every time Rahul’s memory tried to surface again, Suriya seemed to sense it. He would kiss her harder, thrust a little deeper, or whisper “I’ve got you” against her lips, pounding steadily until the thought dissolved under waves of sensation. In those moments, Suriya was winning — claiming her body and pulling her mind back to him, even if only temporarily.
Anandhi cried softly through it all, not from pain, but from the complicated storm inside her: missing Rahul, guilt for moving on, and the overwhelming love and gratitude she felt for the man who was patiently loving her right now.
Suriya held her through every tear, kissing them away one by one while never breaking his slow, deep rhythm. His own eyes were glassy with emotion as he looked at her.
“You’re mine tonight,” he murmured tenderly. “And I’m yours.”
Their lovemaking remained tender and emotional — bodies shivering together, eyes mostly locked, hands never letting go. The pleasure gradually overtook everything else. When Anandhi finally came, it was with a long, shaky moan and fresh tears, her walls pulsing strongly around him. Suriya followed soon after, burying himself deep as he shuddered against her, whispering “I love you” over and over.
They stayed joined for a long time afterward, breathing hard, skin damp and warm. Suriya brushed stray hair from her face and kissed her forehead gently.
“Thank you for choosing to move forward with me,” he said softly.
Anandhi could only nod, still catching her breath, her heart still torn between two men — one lost, one holding her so patiently in his arms.
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