10-04-2026, 09:16 PM
Chapter 74: Torn Between Two Hearts
The next few days blurred into a painful routine that tore Anandhi apart.
Every morning she woke up in Rahul’s arms in the master bedroom, surrounded by the children. Rahul was slowly “remembering” small, intimate details — Rohan’s favorite cricket shot, Riya’s fear of thunder, the way Anandhi liked her tea with two spoons of sugar. Each little memory made her eyes fill with tears and pulled her emotionally closer to him. But every time she looked toward Suriya, she saw the growing pain and fury in his eyes.
They never got a single private moment together. Rahul and the kids occupied almost all of Anandhi’s time — playing, eating, talking, sleeping. Suriya watched from the sidelines as the family he had been building slowly slipped away from him. The patience he had shown for months was cracking.
It hurt Rahul too. He could see how visibly torn Anandhi was — the way her smile never reached her eyes anymore, how she would freeze whenever Suriya entered the room. He hadn’t wanted to make her suffer like this, but his plan demanded it.
One quiet evening, after the children had gone to sleep, Rahul tried to reignite the old passion. He pulled Anandhi closer on the bed, his hand gently caressing her waist under the nighty, his lips brushing her neck.
But Anandhi gently pushed him back. “Not now, Rahul… please.”
He looked at her with hurt in his eyes. “Do I look aged and ugly now? The doctor said I was much younger during the experiment. Is that why you’re rejecting me?”
Anandhi’s heart ached. She cupped his face with both hands and looked straight into his eyes.
“The moment I saw you in the parking lot, I ran to you and hugged you without thinking. Slim or fat, grey hair or black — none of that matters to me. You are Rahul. That’s what matters.” She hugged him tightly, her voice trembling. “But the reason I’m rejecting you right now… it’s too complex. Once you get your full memory back, I will tell you everything openly. You will understand then.”
Rahul asked innocently, “So… if I gain my memory, you will tell me the real reason why you don’t want to have sex with me? It sounds like I will never have a chance with you again…”
Anandhi shook her head quickly. “No… don’t ask me such questions. You are more important than anyone or anything in this world. Sex is nothing compared to you. If this is making you sad, then listen to me clearly — I will have sex with you wholeheartedly once you are back to normal. Okay?”
Rahul smiled softly, hiding the satisfaction behind his innocent expression. He nodded and pulled her closer, letting her rest her head on his chest.
The very next day, Suriya reached his breaking point.
Anandhi found him in the guest room, silently packing his clothes into a bag. Her heart dropped.
“Suriya… what are you doing?” she asked, voice shaking.
He didn’t look at her at first. When he finally turned, his eyes were cold and filled with pain.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he said quietly. “I stayed because I thought he would regain his memory soon. But every day I watch you sleeping in his arms, laughing at his small memories, choosing him again and again. I’m tired of being the second choice.”
Anandhi panicked. She rushed forward and grabbed his arm. “Please don’t take any wrong decision. Stay… I’m begging you. Don’t leave.”
Suriya’s jaw tightened. He pulled her into his arms suddenly and kissed her — hard, angry, and desperate. The kiss was rough with months of suppressed emotions. Anandhi clung to him, tears slipping down her cheeks even as she kissed him back with equal intensity.
When they broke apart, breathing heavily, Suriya looked into her eyes.
“If you want me to stay here… do one thing for me.”
Anandhi nodded without hesitation. “Anything.”
“After he sleeps tonight… come to my room. Let’s have sex. I need to feel that you still belong to me too.”
Anandhi was not shocked. She simply looked at him and whispered, “If this can calm your heart… I will come.”
Unknown to both of them, Rahul had quietly installed tiny Wi-Fi bug speakers in almost every corner of the house during his “confused” wandering. He sat in the master bedroom, listening to every word through his phone.
The conversation hit him hard.
Anandhi wasn’t planning to leave either of them. She was ready to keep both men in her life — emotionally with him, physically with Suriya if needed. The situation was far more complex than he had imagined.
That night, after casual talk and playing with the kids, Anandhi changed into a simple, soft nighty and slipped into bed beside Rahul. She rested her head on his chest as usual. Rahul held her close, his heart pounding with panic.
He waited.
Nine o’clock… ten o’clock… eleven o’clock.
Anandhi’s breathing had become deep and steady. She showed no sign of getting up to go to Suriya’s room. At 11:40 pm, Rahul finally closed his eyes and let sleep take over, a strange mix of relief and new worry settling in his chest.
She had chosen to stay with him tonight.
The next few days blurred into a painful routine that tore Anandhi apart.
Every morning she woke up in Rahul’s arms in the master bedroom, surrounded by the children. Rahul was slowly “remembering” small, intimate details — Rohan’s favorite cricket shot, Riya’s fear of thunder, the way Anandhi liked her tea with two spoons of sugar. Each little memory made her eyes fill with tears and pulled her emotionally closer to him. But every time she looked toward Suriya, she saw the growing pain and fury in his eyes.
They never got a single private moment together. Rahul and the kids occupied almost all of Anandhi’s time — playing, eating, talking, sleeping. Suriya watched from the sidelines as the family he had been building slowly slipped away from him. The patience he had shown for months was cracking.
It hurt Rahul too. He could see how visibly torn Anandhi was — the way her smile never reached her eyes anymore, how she would freeze whenever Suriya entered the room. He hadn’t wanted to make her suffer like this, but his plan demanded it.
One quiet evening, after the children had gone to sleep, Rahul tried to reignite the old passion. He pulled Anandhi closer on the bed, his hand gently caressing her waist under the nighty, his lips brushing her neck.
But Anandhi gently pushed him back. “Not now, Rahul… please.”
He looked at her with hurt in his eyes. “Do I look aged and ugly now? The doctor said I was much younger during the experiment. Is that why you’re rejecting me?”
Anandhi’s heart ached. She cupped his face with both hands and looked straight into his eyes.
“The moment I saw you in the parking lot, I ran to you and hugged you without thinking. Slim or fat, grey hair or black — none of that matters to me. You are Rahul. That’s what matters.” She hugged him tightly, her voice trembling. “But the reason I’m rejecting you right now… it’s too complex. Once you get your full memory back, I will tell you everything openly. You will understand then.”
Rahul asked innocently, “So… if I gain my memory, you will tell me the real reason why you don’t want to have sex with me? It sounds like I will never have a chance with you again…”
Anandhi shook her head quickly. “No… don’t ask me such questions. You are more important than anyone or anything in this world. Sex is nothing compared to you. If this is making you sad, then listen to me clearly — I will have sex with you wholeheartedly once you are back to normal. Okay?”
Rahul smiled softly, hiding the satisfaction behind his innocent expression. He nodded and pulled her closer, letting her rest her head on his chest.
The very next day, Suriya reached his breaking point.
Anandhi found him in the guest room, silently packing his clothes into a bag. Her heart dropped.
“Suriya… what are you doing?” she asked, voice shaking.
He didn’t look at her at first. When he finally turned, his eyes were cold and filled with pain.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he said quietly. “I stayed because I thought he would regain his memory soon. But every day I watch you sleeping in his arms, laughing at his small memories, choosing him again and again. I’m tired of being the second choice.”
Anandhi panicked. She rushed forward and grabbed his arm. “Please don’t take any wrong decision. Stay… I’m begging you. Don’t leave.”
Suriya’s jaw tightened. He pulled her into his arms suddenly and kissed her — hard, angry, and desperate. The kiss was rough with months of suppressed emotions. Anandhi clung to him, tears slipping down her cheeks even as she kissed him back with equal intensity.
When they broke apart, breathing heavily, Suriya looked into her eyes.
“If you want me to stay here… do one thing for me.”
Anandhi nodded without hesitation. “Anything.”
“After he sleeps tonight… come to my room. Let’s have sex. I need to feel that you still belong to me too.”
Anandhi was not shocked. She simply looked at him and whispered, “If this can calm your heart… I will come.”
Unknown to both of them, Rahul had quietly installed tiny Wi-Fi bug speakers in almost every corner of the house during his “confused” wandering. He sat in the master bedroom, listening to every word through his phone.
The conversation hit him hard.
Anandhi wasn’t planning to leave either of them. She was ready to keep both men in her life — emotionally with him, physically with Suriya if needed. The situation was far more complex than he had imagined.
That night, after casual talk and playing with the kids, Anandhi changed into a simple, soft nighty and slipped into bed beside Rahul. She rested her head on his chest as usual. Rahul held her close, his heart pounding with panic.
He waited.
Nine o’clock… ten o’clock… eleven o’clock.
Anandhi’s breathing had become deep and steady. She showed no sign of getting up to go to Suriya’s room. At 11:40 pm, Rahul finally closed his eyes and let sleep take over, a strange mix of relief and new worry settling in his chest.
She had chosen to stay with him tonight.
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