10-04-2026, 08:39 PM
Chapter 73: Eyes That See Everything
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains of the master bedroom. Anandhi woke up slowly, her body nestled comfortably against Rahul’s slightly softer chest. His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, holding her close even in sleep. For a brief moment, it felt familiar — almost peaceful. The children were still curled up on either side of them, breathing evenly.
But the moment reality hit, Anandhi’s stomach twisted with guilt. She was lying in Rahul’s arms after promising Suriya just yesterday that she would tell the kids about their marriage. Last day's tender shower sex, the passionate kisses in the hallway, the way Suriya had looked at her with so much love… all of it flashed in her mind.
Before she could move, the bedroom door opened quietly. Rohan woked up early he opend the door to fetch some toys.
Suriya stood there with a tray in his hands — two cups of coffee and some light breakfast he had prepared. The moment his eyes landed on Anandhi lying in Rahul’s arms, his entire body went rigid. His jaw clenched tightly. Pain and raw jealousy burned in his gaze as he stared at the scene: his woman, the one who had promised to become his wife, sleeping peacefully in another man’s embrace.
Anandhi’s eyes met Suriya’s across the room. The heavy, silent eye contact was devastating. She saw the hurt, the betrayal, the silent question in his eyes — After everything we shared yesterday? After you promised? Her cheeks flushed with extreme guilt. She gently tried to pull away from Rahul without waking him, but it was too late. Suriya had already seen enough.
He placed the tray on the side table with a little more force than necessary and walked out without a word.
Breakfast was a tense affair at the dining table.
Rahul sat with that same slightly dazed, innocent expression, eating slowly. Rohan and Riya were chattering happily, glad to have their father back. Anandhi kept stealing glances at Suriya, who sat silently at the far end of the table, his face unreadable but his knuckles white around his coffee mug.
Suddenly, Rahul spoke in his slow, childlike voice.
“Rohan likes aloo paratha with extra butter… right?” He looked at the boy with a small, uncertain smile. “And Riya… she always wants strawberry milk after dinner.”
The children’s eyes lit up. “Yes, Papa! You remembered!”
Anandhi felt her heart squeeze painfully. Tears pricked her eyes. These were such tiny, ordinary memories — things only a real father would know. She reached out and gently squeezed Rahul’s hand on the table, her touch lingering a second longer than necessary. The emotional pull was instant. For a moment, she forgot everything else and just felt grateful that he was remembering pieces of their life.
Suriya watched the entire exchange in silence. The jealousy in his chest burned hotter.
Later that morning, when the kids were playing in the garden, Suriya finally found Anandhi alone in the kitchen.
He didn’t waste time. He stepped close, his voice low and rough with emotion.
“You promised me yesterday,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “You promised you would tell the kids we’re getting married. You let me make love to you in the shower… you kissed me like you meant it. And this morning I find you sleeping in his arms?”
Anandhi’s eyes filled with tears. “Suriya… please. I’m sorry. I didn’t plan any of this. He’s lost his memory. He’s the father of my children. And you know it better, even if he dont have memory loss issue i would have still struggled , i would have still choosed him.. I can’t just push him away right now.”
She stepped closer, placing her hands on his chest. “Give me some more time… just a little more time. Please. I beg you.”
if he gets his memory back, i will make sure we sit and discuss.
You said once, Nupital chains are just formalities and you married me by heart, treat that way. Rahul is back.. we need to be careful untill he gets memory. i promise you i wont leave you.. but marriage for real we need to discuss late..
Suriya anger and disapointment mixed inside and Anandhi understood it. she was helpless. but she was being honest about her stand.
Suriya’s breathing was heavy. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. But the love he felt for her was stronger. He suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her — hard, emotional, almost angry. It wasn’t gentle like yesterday. This kiss was desperate, possessive, full of all the frustration and longing he had been holding back. She didnt stop.. after all she know it was she who was osciallting and choosing Rahul everytime.
Anandhi melted into it despite herself. Her hands clutched his shirt as their tongues met hungrily. For a few heated seconds, the world disappeared. It was the same fire they had shared in the shower — deep, needy, and real.
Unbeknownst to both of them, Rahul had been watching the entire scene from a hidden spot near the hallway entrance. He stood completely still, his face no longer showing any trace of the “confused” act.
His eyes darkened.
So they had indeed been sleeping together. They had been days away from getting married. He had returned just in time to spoil everything.
A slow, calculated smile touched his lips.
Good, he thought. Now I know exactly how deep this goes.
Instead of interrupting, Rahul quietly stepped back and walked away, leaving them alone to continue their stolen moment. He wasn’t bothered by this single kiss. He was playing the long game now — pulling strings from behind the scenes.
He still had two weeks.
And he was determined to reverse everything.
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains of the master bedroom. Anandhi woke up slowly, her body nestled comfortably against Rahul’s slightly softer chest. His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, holding her close even in sleep. For a brief moment, it felt familiar — almost peaceful. The children were still curled up on either side of them, breathing evenly.
But the moment reality hit, Anandhi’s stomach twisted with guilt. She was lying in Rahul’s arms after promising Suriya just yesterday that she would tell the kids about their marriage. Last day's tender shower sex, the passionate kisses in the hallway, the way Suriya had looked at her with so much love… all of it flashed in her mind.
Before she could move, the bedroom door opened quietly. Rohan woked up early he opend the door to fetch some toys.
Suriya stood there with a tray in his hands — two cups of coffee and some light breakfast he had prepared. The moment his eyes landed on Anandhi lying in Rahul’s arms, his entire body went rigid. His jaw clenched tightly. Pain and raw jealousy burned in his gaze as he stared at the scene: his woman, the one who had promised to become his wife, sleeping peacefully in another man’s embrace.
Anandhi’s eyes met Suriya’s across the room. The heavy, silent eye contact was devastating. She saw the hurt, the betrayal, the silent question in his eyes — After everything we shared yesterday? After you promised? Her cheeks flushed with extreme guilt. She gently tried to pull away from Rahul without waking him, but it was too late. Suriya had already seen enough.
He placed the tray on the side table with a little more force than necessary and walked out without a word.
Breakfast was a tense affair at the dining table.
Rahul sat with that same slightly dazed, innocent expression, eating slowly. Rohan and Riya were chattering happily, glad to have their father back. Anandhi kept stealing glances at Suriya, who sat silently at the far end of the table, his face unreadable but his knuckles white around his coffee mug.
Suddenly, Rahul spoke in his slow, childlike voice.
“Rohan likes aloo paratha with extra butter… right?” He looked at the boy with a small, uncertain smile. “And Riya… she always wants strawberry milk after dinner.”
The children’s eyes lit up. “Yes, Papa! You remembered!”
Anandhi felt her heart squeeze painfully. Tears pricked her eyes. These were such tiny, ordinary memories — things only a real father would know. She reached out and gently squeezed Rahul’s hand on the table, her touch lingering a second longer than necessary. The emotional pull was instant. For a moment, she forgot everything else and just felt grateful that he was remembering pieces of their life.
Suriya watched the entire exchange in silence. The jealousy in his chest burned hotter.
Later that morning, when the kids were playing in the garden, Suriya finally found Anandhi alone in the kitchen.
He didn’t waste time. He stepped close, his voice low and rough with emotion.
“You promised me yesterday,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “You promised you would tell the kids we’re getting married. You let me make love to you in the shower… you kissed me like you meant it. And this morning I find you sleeping in his arms?”
Anandhi’s eyes filled with tears. “Suriya… please. I’m sorry. I didn’t plan any of this. He’s lost his memory. He’s the father of my children. And you know it better, even if he dont have memory loss issue i would have still struggled , i would have still choosed him.. I can’t just push him away right now.”
She stepped closer, placing her hands on his chest. “Give me some more time… just a little more time. Please. I beg you.”
if he gets his memory back, i will make sure we sit and discuss.
You said once, Nupital chains are just formalities and you married me by heart, treat that way. Rahul is back.. we need to be careful untill he gets memory. i promise you i wont leave you.. but marriage for real we need to discuss late..
Suriya anger and disapointment mixed inside and Anandhi understood it. she was helpless. but she was being honest about her stand.
Suriya’s breathing was heavy. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. But the love he felt for her was stronger. He suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her — hard, emotional, almost angry. It wasn’t gentle like yesterday. This kiss was desperate, possessive, full of all the frustration and longing he had been holding back. She didnt stop.. after all she know it was she who was osciallting and choosing Rahul everytime.
Anandhi melted into it despite herself. Her hands clutched his shirt as their tongues met hungrily. For a few heated seconds, the world disappeared. It was the same fire they had shared in the shower — deep, needy, and real.
Unbeknownst to both of them, Rahul had been watching the entire scene from a hidden spot near the hallway entrance. He stood completely still, his face no longer showing any trace of the “confused” act.
His eyes darkened.
So they had indeed been sleeping together. They had been days away from getting married. He had returned just in time to spoil everything.
A slow, calculated smile touched his lips.
Good, he thought. Now I know exactly how deep this goes.
Instead of interrupting, Rahul quietly stepped back and walked away, leaving them alone to continue their stolen moment. He wasn’t bothered by this single kiss. He was playing the long game now — pulling strings from behind the scenes.
He still had two weeks.
And he was determined to reverse everything.
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