10-04-2026, 11:07 PM
Chapter 77: Insecurities and Truths
The morning sun had already climbed high when Rahul finally opened his eyes. The bed felt empty even though Anandhi was still lying beside him. Last night’s images refused to leave his mind — Anandhi on the hallway floor, legs spread wide, moaning under Suriya’s relentless thrusts, then the way she had hurriedly left without giving him anything.
He had woken up hard, desperate for her touch, but when he had gently pulled her closer and tried to initiate sex, she had softly pushed him away with the same excuse: “The kids might wake up… not now.”
Yet she had gone to Suriya last night and let him fuck her like a maniac.
The rejection burned deep. Rahul slipped out of bed quietly and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. He stared at his reflection — the slight belly, the softer chest, the grey strands in his hair. He looked older, heavier, less desirable.
No wonder she denied me and ran to him, he thought bitterly. She must naturally feel Suriya is the better choice for bed. I look ugly compared to his fit body.
He was still lost in self-loathing when Anandhi stirred and woke up late, her body visibly tired from the long night. She noticed his dull expression immediately.
“Rahul… why do you look so dull this morning?” she asked gently, sitting up.
His mind worked instantly. He turned to her with a sad, vulnerable look.
“I need to hit the gym. I need to get back into shape.”
Anandhi blinked, confused. “Why suddenly? What is the need for it?”
Rahul looked down, voice low and hesitant. “I got some bits and pieces of memory back last night. We seemed to have had sex when I was young and in perfect shape… Maybe you hesitate because I’m unshaped and ugly now.”
Anandhi’s heart clenched. She wanted to pull him into her arms, kiss him deeply on the lips, and tell him how much she loved him exactly as he was. But the memory of last night flashed in her mind — Suriya carrying her downstairs naked after the floor sex, making her kneel and suck his cock clean in the hallway before letting her go. Her mouth still carried the faint taste of him. She couldn’t kiss Rahul with that mouth.
She hesitated.
“I never thought like that,” she said softly. “You are the same to me, whatever shape you are.”
Rahul gave a small, bitter smirk. “I at least thought you would kiss me on the mouth to console me…”
Anandhi froze. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not yet.
“See… certain things have to happen naturally,” she whispered, guilt heavy in her voice. “I wanted to… I’m sorry.”
She quickly rose and went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth thoroughly, washed her mouth multiple times, and stared at herself in the mirror with shame. When she came back, Rahul was still standing there, visibly upset.
Something inside her broke. She walked to the door, locked it, and came back to him. Without a word, she pulled her nighty over her head in one motion and stood completely naked before him.
“If you want me now… you can have me,” she said quietly. “But sex without real intent will only hurt both of us. Stay the way you are. You are my purpose of love.”
Rahul’s eyes darkened with hunger. He pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Anandhi reciprocated fully, her arms wrapping around his neck. For the next twenty minutes, they kissed — emotional, tender, and full of quiet desperation. Rahul was happy that she didn’t resist him this time.
Later that evening, while the kids were playing with Anandhi in the garden, Suriya walked up to Rahul, who was sitting alone on the veranda.
“So… Rahul,” Suriya said calmly, “welcome back.”
Rahul acted innocent, tilting his head. “Sorry… I heard you are her relative. Your name? I forget…”
Suriya smiled coldly and dropped the act.
“Stop your drama, Rahul. I know you have no memory loss.”
Rahul’s face went pale. He was genuinely shocked.
Suriya continued, voice low and sharp. “I have no time for drama. It was you who willingly gave her to me before the experiment. I have sharp eyes. Back when you were Jeeva, I knew you sneaked many times through keyholes. Every time you masturbated while watching us, you left your semen on the floor. Last night, after we had sex, I carried her naked in my arms downstairs… that’s when I noticed your fresh cum leak on the staircase floor. Don’t worry — she doesn’t know. I didn’t tell her.”
Suriya stepped closer.
“But you need to stop. I’m not ready to leave her. I need her. I know you want your family back, but she and the kids have become my family too. Be a gentleman.”
let me tell you we are very good at sex, even if she is emotionally invested in you, in bed, she expects only me, she wanted me, she cant leave me.
so stop trying , and leave the place as a gentleman.
Rahul opened his mouth, anger rising. “This is my family. There is nothing wrong in me making an act to get back what is mine.”
Suriya smiled. “We never gelled well before, and it’s happening the same now.”
Rahul’s eyes hardened. “Yeah… but don’t look down on me. I will get my shape back. I will impress her again. I will ride her hard like you do. That day she will choose me.”
Suriya looked at him for a long moment, then thought to himself:
He must be mad to think like that.
Anandhi had never looked at Rahul that way when it came to physical desire. Even if he became more ugly, she would still choose him emotionally. But this man was drowning in insecurity.
Suriya didn’t say it out loud. He simply gave a small nod and walked away, leaving Rahul standing there with renewed determination — and deeper wounds.
The morning sun had already climbed high when Rahul finally opened his eyes. The bed felt empty even though Anandhi was still lying beside him. Last night’s images refused to leave his mind — Anandhi on the hallway floor, legs spread wide, moaning under Suriya’s relentless thrusts, then the way she had hurriedly left without giving him anything.
He had woken up hard, desperate for her touch, but when he had gently pulled her closer and tried to initiate sex, she had softly pushed him away with the same excuse: “The kids might wake up… not now.”
Yet she had gone to Suriya last night and let him fuck her like a maniac.
The rejection burned deep. Rahul slipped out of bed quietly and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. He stared at his reflection — the slight belly, the softer chest, the grey strands in his hair. He looked older, heavier, less desirable.
No wonder she denied me and ran to him, he thought bitterly. She must naturally feel Suriya is the better choice for bed. I look ugly compared to his fit body.
He was still lost in self-loathing when Anandhi stirred and woke up late, her body visibly tired from the long night. She noticed his dull expression immediately.
“Rahul… why do you look so dull this morning?” she asked gently, sitting up.
His mind worked instantly. He turned to her with a sad, vulnerable look.
“I need to hit the gym. I need to get back into shape.”
Anandhi blinked, confused. “Why suddenly? What is the need for it?”
Rahul looked down, voice low and hesitant. “I got some bits and pieces of memory back last night. We seemed to have had sex when I was young and in perfect shape… Maybe you hesitate because I’m unshaped and ugly now.”
Anandhi’s heart clenched. She wanted to pull him into her arms, kiss him deeply on the lips, and tell him how much she loved him exactly as he was. But the memory of last night flashed in her mind — Suriya carrying her downstairs naked after the floor sex, making her kneel and suck his cock clean in the hallway before letting her go. Her mouth still carried the faint taste of him. She couldn’t kiss Rahul with that mouth.
She hesitated.
“I never thought like that,” she said softly. “You are the same to me, whatever shape you are.”
Rahul gave a small, bitter smirk. “I at least thought you would kiss me on the mouth to console me…”
Anandhi froze. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not yet.
“See… certain things have to happen naturally,” she whispered, guilt heavy in her voice. “I wanted to… I’m sorry.”
She quickly rose and went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth thoroughly, washed her mouth multiple times, and stared at herself in the mirror with shame. When she came back, Rahul was still standing there, visibly upset.
Something inside her broke. She walked to the door, locked it, and came back to him. Without a word, she pulled her nighty over her head in one motion and stood completely naked before him.
“If you want me now… you can have me,” she said quietly. “But sex without real intent will only hurt both of us. Stay the way you are. You are my purpose of love.”
Rahul’s eyes darkened with hunger. He pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Anandhi reciprocated fully, her arms wrapping around his neck. For the next twenty minutes, they kissed — emotional, tender, and full of quiet desperation. Rahul was happy that she didn’t resist him this time.
Later that evening, while the kids were playing with Anandhi in the garden, Suriya walked up to Rahul, who was sitting alone on the veranda.
“So… Rahul,” Suriya said calmly, “welcome back.”
Rahul acted innocent, tilting his head. “Sorry… I heard you are her relative. Your name? I forget…”
Suriya smiled coldly and dropped the act.
“Stop your drama, Rahul. I know you have no memory loss.”
Rahul’s face went pale. He was genuinely shocked.
Suriya continued, voice low and sharp. “I have no time for drama. It was you who willingly gave her to me before the experiment. I have sharp eyes. Back when you were Jeeva, I knew you sneaked many times through keyholes. Every time you masturbated while watching us, you left your semen on the floor. Last night, after we had sex, I carried her naked in my arms downstairs… that’s when I noticed your fresh cum leak on the staircase floor. Don’t worry — she doesn’t know. I didn’t tell her.”
Suriya stepped closer.
“But you need to stop. I’m not ready to leave her. I need her. I know you want your family back, but she and the kids have become my family too. Be a gentleman.”
let me tell you we are very good at sex, even if she is emotionally invested in you, in bed, she expects only me, she wanted me, she cant leave me.
so stop trying , and leave the place as a gentleman.
Rahul opened his mouth, anger rising. “This is my family. There is nothing wrong in me making an act to get back what is mine.”
Suriya smiled. “We never gelled well before, and it’s happening the same now.”
Rahul’s eyes hardened. “Yeah… but don’t look down on me. I will get my shape back. I will impress her again. I will ride her hard like you do. That day she will choose me.”
Suriya looked at him for a long moment, then thought to himself:
He must be mad to think like that.
Anandhi had never looked at Rahul that way when it came to physical desire. Even if he became more ugly, she would still choose him emotionally. But this man was drowning in insecurity.
Suriya didn’t say it out loud. He simply gave a small nod and walked away, leaving Rahul standing there with renewed determination — and deeper wounds.
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