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Chapter 78: Suriya and Anandhi reciprocated their love
Rahul lay awake long after Suriya had walked away the previous evening. Being caught had shaken him badly. He no longer wanted to risk the fragile balance he had built. The act had served its purpose — he was back in the house, back in Anandhi’s arms — but continuing the full “memory loss” charade now felt too dangerous. It was time to start revealing pieces naturally.
The very next morning he announced his decision.
“I’m joining the gym today,” he told Anandhi while the kids were still sleeping. “I need to get back in shape.”
Anandhi’s face fell. “Rahul… if this is because of what I said yesterday, you don’t have to. Please.”
He smiled gently, still playing the slightly confused husband. “My kids want to see their father young and strong, right? I don’t want to look like a man in his forties when I meet their friends at college.”
Anandhi argued, her voice cracking with guilt. She hated that her hesitation last night had planted this seed in him. But Rahul was firm. In the end she had no choice but to let it go. Deep inside, however, an ache settled in her chest. Have I made him feel that appearance matters to me? For me he was always just my Rahul… nothing else.
For the next two to three days Rahul woke up at dawn. He ran and jogged in the cool morning air, then spent an hour at the nearby gym. He continued acting as if his memory was still patchy — asking small questions, pretending to forget minor things — while Anandhi took care of him with extra tenderness. She packed his protein shakes, laid out his gym clothes, and massaged his sore muscles every evening.
During dinner on the third night, Rahul pushed away the rich butter chicken Anandhi had prepared.
“It’s too fatty,” he said quietly. “I’m on a strict diet now.”
Suriya, sitting across the table, let out a low laugh. “Man, that fat is necessary for energy. You’re doing good, but don’t overdo it and become weak.”
Anandhi smiled at Suriya’s friendly advice, but when she turned to Rahul she saw the tension in his jaw, the flash of anger in his eyes. It didn’t look like teasing to her — it looked like a silent war between the two men. From that night onward Rahul stopped the late-night chats they used to share before bed. The growing distance hurt her deeply. She began to panic in silence.
What if he has remembered something? What if the bits and pieces coming back are about me and Suriya?
She became extremely careful with her words around both men and quietly pulled Suriya aside one afternoon.
“Please… don’t hurt him with your words,” she begged. “Be careful. He’s still recovering.”
Suriya nodded, but the warning only made the air between the three of them heavier.
Another week slipped by. Anandhi turned into Rahul’s biggest supporter. She monitored his diet, bought new gym gadgets, and cheered him on in every possible way — direct praise in front of the kids, soft encouragement when they were alone. Rahul was visibly getting fitter: his belly was shrinking, his chest looked firmer, and a quiet confidence was returning to his posture. He was nearing the end of the third week.
That night changed everything.
As usual, once the children were fast asleep on the big bed, Anandhi changed into her soft nighty and slipped in beside Rahul. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Rahul’s fingers stroked her hair gently. “Will you accept me even if I make a big mistake?” he asked suddenly.
Anandhi lifted her head, confused. “What mistake?”
He didn’t answer. Instead he signaled for her to follow him. They quietly moved to the nearby guest room and locked the door.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” she said, cupping his face.
Rahul looked down, voice heavy. “It’s been a week of gym and diet… but I still don’t see any real change in my body. Do I look like a misfit for you?”
Anandhi let out a soft laugh at first, then realised how deeply hurt he was. She caught his chin and made him look at her.
“It takes months of effort to lose weight and get in shape, Rahul and you are doing better i can see some changes here.. The word ‘misfit’ is too much. You never know the full story. Once you get your memory back, I will ask you the same question — how can you call yourself a misfit? No man would have accepted me after what I did. But you did. You encouraged me. All because of your love for me.” Her eyes filled with emotion. “I wanted to enjoy one full day with you when your memories completely returned… but it’s been three weeks now. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
She stepped closer. “Hear me fully — I love you to the fullest.”
She kissed him on the lips, soft and sincere. Then stepped back.
“You never know how much I missed you all these days…”
Rahul felt a wave of ease wash over him. “I know you love me,” he whispered. “The word ‘misfit’ came because… look at us.” He turned her toward the mirror. “You look gorgeous. Look at me…”
Anandhi hugged him tightly from behind and made him face the mirror again. “We are a wonderful couple,” she said, placing her finger on his lips. “I love you. I love you more than anything.”
Rahul stopped her words with a deep kiss. Their tongues danced slowly, passionately. When they broke apart, Anandhi’s eyes were dark with desire.
“Today I will show you what my love is.”
She pushed him onto the bed, locked the door again, and undressed herself completely. Then she climbed on top of him, stripped him of his clothes, took his hardening cock in her hand and started riding him with slow, deep strokes.
Rahul stopped her gently. “If you have decided, let’s take it slow. Let’s start with smooching.”
Anandhi smiled, remembering their old rhythm. “This is how you used to speak…”
They kissed passionately for long minutes. The smooching turned into breast biting, soft moans, and finally Rahul mounted her and fucked her with steady, loving thrusts. He gave her another chance to ride him again. When he was right on the edge of orgasm, he looked into her eyes and whispered the words that changed everything.
“We did the same when I was here… Suriya… Suriyaa… he was your lover, right? And I gave you to him…”
The words slipped from Rahul’s lips in a soft, almost dreamy whisper, right at the peak of his pleasure, as if a genuine fragment of memory had suddenly surfaced.
Anandhi’s eyes flew open wide in happy shock. Her riding movements faltered for a second as she stared down at him, her naked breasts heaving with every breath. For the first time in weeks, a bright, genuine smile broke across her face — a smile filled with pure relief and overwhelming joy.
“You… you remember?” she whispered, voice trembling with emotion.
Tears of relief immediately filled her eyes and spilled down her flushed cheeks. She didn’t wait for an answer. She leaned down, cupping his face with both hands, and kissed him again and again — desperate, grateful, loving kisses that rained over his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, and back to his mouth. Her tears mixed with their shared saliva as she kissed him deeply, her tongue seeking his with renewed passion.
“Yes… yes, my love,” she murmured between kisses, her voice thick with emotion. “You gave me to him… you want me to marrry him and I… I was so scared you would hate me when you remembered.”
Rahul simply smiled against her lips, letting her believe the memory had truly returned.
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The relief seemed to unlock something deep inside Anandhi. She began moving on him again with fresh hunger — slower this time, but much more intense. Her hips rolled in deep, sensual circles, taking him fully inside her with every downward stroke. Her full breasts swayed heavily above his chest as she rode him, her hands braced on his shoulders, nails digging in slightly.
Rahul groaned, gripping her soft hips, thrusting up to meet her. Their bodies moved together with renewed urgency — skin sliding against sweaty skin, the wet sounds of their union filling the locked guest room. Anandhi’s moans were soft but genuine, no longer held back by guilt or hesitation. She gave herself completely, wanting him to feel wanted, desired, and enough exactly as he was.
They came together this time — Anandhi first, her walls clenching tightly around him as she buried her face in his neck, whispering “I love you… I love you…” over and over. Rahul followed seconds later, groaning her name as he emptied himself deep inside her.
Afterward, they lay tangled and sweaty in each other’s arms, breathing hard. The room smelled of sex and their mingled scents. Anandhi rested her head on his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his slightly softer stomach.
She felt pure happiness blooming in her chest — warm, glowing, and peaceful for the first time in many weeks.
Finally… she thought. I’ve broken his insecurities.
She had made love to him fully tonight — not out of pity, not because he forced the situation, but because she truly wanted to. She had taken him inside her, ridden him, kissed him, moaned for him, irrespective of his shape, his grey hair at the temples, or the softer belly that had replaced his once-firm physique. She had shown him, with her body and her tears, that he was still enough for her. That he was still her Rahul.
A soft, content smile played on her lips as she nuzzled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat slow down.
But as sleep slowly claimed her, a new fear crept in.
Now that he remembers… do I have to leave Suriya?
Will Suriya demand that Rahul leave?
Or will Rahul decide to walk away by himself?
The thoughts twisted inside her like thorns. She clung tighter to Rahul’s chest, heart racing, wondering how the three of them could possibly survive the Rahul had got his memories back.
Rahul lay awake long after Suriya had walked away the previous evening. Being caught had shaken him badly. He no longer wanted to risk the fragile balance he had built. The act had served its purpose — he was back in the house, back in Anandhi’s arms — but continuing the full “memory loss” charade now felt too dangerous. It was time to start revealing pieces naturally.
The very next morning he announced his decision.
“I’m joining the gym today,” he told Anandhi while the kids were still sleeping. “I need to get back in shape.”
Anandhi’s face fell. “Rahul… if this is because of what I said yesterday, you don’t have to. Please.”
He smiled gently, still playing the slightly confused husband. “My kids want to see their father young and strong, right? I don’t want to look like a man in his forties when I meet their friends at college.”
Anandhi argued, her voice cracking with guilt. She hated that her hesitation last night had planted this seed in him. But Rahul was firm. In the end she had no choice but to let it go. Deep inside, however, an ache settled in her chest. Have I made him feel that appearance matters to me? For me he was always just my Rahul… nothing else.
For the next two to three days Rahul woke up at dawn. He ran and jogged in the cool morning air, then spent an hour at the nearby gym. He continued acting as if his memory was still patchy — asking small questions, pretending to forget minor things — while Anandhi took care of him with extra tenderness. She packed his protein shakes, laid out his gym clothes, and massaged his sore muscles every evening.
During dinner on the third night, Rahul pushed away the rich butter chicken Anandhi had prepared.
“It’s too fatty,” he said quietly. “I’m on a strict diet now.”
Suriya, sitting across the table, let out a low laugh. “Man, that fat is necessary for energy. You’re doing good, but don’t overdo it and become weak.”
Anandhi smiled at Suriya’s friendly advice, but when she turned to Rahul she saw the tension in his jaw, the flash of anger in his eyes. It didn’t look like teasing to her — it looked like a silent war between the two men. From that night onward Rahul stopped the late-night chats they used to share before bed. The growing distance hurt her deeply. She began to panic in silence.
What if he has remembered something? What if the bits and pieces coming back are about me and Suriya?
She became extremely careful with her words around both men and quietly pulled Suriya aside one afternoon.
“Please… don’t hurt him with your words,” she begged. “Be careful. He’s still recovering.”
Suriya nodded, but the warning only made the air between the three of them heavier.
Another week slipped by. Anandhi turned into Rahul’s biggest supporter. She monitored his diet, bought new gym gadgets, and cheered him on in every possible way — direct praise in front of the kids, soft encouragement when they were alone. Rahul was visibly getting fitter: his belly was shrinking, his chest looked firmer, and a quiet confidence was returning to his posture. He was nearing the end of the third week.
That night changed everything.
As usual, once the children were fast asleep on the big bed, Anandhi changed into her soft nighty and slipped in beside Rahul. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Rahul’s fingers stroked her hair gently. “Will you accept me even if I make a big mistake?” he asked suddenly.
Anandhi lifted her head, confused. “What mistake?”
He didn’t answer. Instead he signaled for her to follow him. They quietly moved to the nearby guest room and locked the door.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” she said, cupping his face.
Rahul looked down, voice heavy. “It’s been a week of gym and diet… but I still don’t see any real change in my body. Do I look like a misfit for you?”
Anandhi let out a soft laugh at first, then realised how deeply hurt he was. She caught his chin and made him look at her.
“It takes months of effort to lose weight and get in shape, Rahul and you are doing better i can see some changes here.. The word ‘misfit’ is too much. You never know the full story. Once you get your memory back, I will ask you the same question — how can you call yourself a misfit? No man would have accepted me after what I did. But you did. You encouraged me. All because of your love for me.” Her eyes filled with emotion. “I wanted to enjoy one full day with you when your memories completely returned… but it’s been three weeks now. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
She stepped closer. “Hear me fully — I love you to the fullest.”
She kissed him on the lips, soft and sincere. Then stepped back.
“You never know how much I missed you all these days…”
Rahul felt a wave of ease wash over him. “I know you love me,” he whispered. “The word ‘misfit’ came because… look at us.” He turned her toward the mirror. “You look gorgeous. Look at me…”
Anandhi hugged him tightly from behind and made him face the mirror again. “We are a wonderful couple,” she said, placing her finger on his lips. “I love you. I love you more than anything.”
Rahul stopped her words with a deep kiss. Their tongues danced slowly, passionately. When they broke apart, Anandhi’s eyes were dark with desire.
“Today I will show you what my love is.”
She pushed him onto the bed, locked the door again, and undressed herself completely. Then she climbed on top of him, stripped him of his clothes, took his hardening cock in her hand and started riding him with slow, deep strokes.
Rahul stopped her gently. “If you have decided, let’s take it slow. Let’s start with smooching.”
Anandhi smiled, remembering their old rhythm. “This is how you used to speak…”
They kissed passionately for long minutes. The smooching turned into breast biting, soft moans, and finally Rahul mounted her and fucked her with steady, loving thrusts. He gave her another chance to ride him again. When he was right on the edge of orgasm, he looked into her eyes and whispered the words that changed everything.
“We did the same when I was here… Suriya… Suriyaa… he was your lover, right? And I gave you to him…”
The words slipped from Rahul’s lips in a soft, almost dreamy whisper, right at the peak of his pleasure, as if a genuine fragment of memory had suddenly surfaced.
Anandhi’s eyes flew open wide in happy shock. Her riding movements faltered for a second as she stared down at him, her naked breasts heaving with every breath. For the first time in weeks, a bright, genuine smile broke across her face — a smile filled with pure relief and overwhelming joy.
“You… you remember?” she whispered, voice trembling with emotion.
Tears of relief immediately filled her eyes and spilled down her flushed cheeks. She didn’t wait for an answer. She leaned down, cupping his face with both hands, and kissed him again and again — desperate, grateful, loving kisses that rained over his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, and back to his mouth. Her tears mixed with their shared saliva as she kissed him deeply, her tongue seeking his with renewed passion.
“Yes… yes, my love,” she murmured between kisses, her voice thick with emotion. “You gave me to him… you want me to marrry him and I… I was so scared you would hate me when you remembered.”
Rahul simply smiled against her lips, letting her believe the memory had truly returned.
The relief seemed to unlock something deep inside Anandhi. She began moving on him again with fresh hunger — slower this time, but much more intense. Her hips rolled in deep, sensual circles, taking him fully inside her with every downward stroke. Her full breasts swayed heavily above his chest as she rode him, her hands braced on his shoulders, nails digging in slightly.
Rahul groaned, gripping her soft hips, thrusting up to meet her. Their bodies moved together with renewed urgency — skin sliding against sweaty skin, the wet sounds of their union filling the locked guest room. Anandhi’s moans were soft but genuine, no longer held back by guilt or hesitation. She gave herself completely, wanting him to feel wanted, desired, and enough exactly as he was.
They came together this time — Anandhi first, her walls clenching tightly around him as she buried her face in his neck, whispering “I love you… I love you…” over and over. Rahul followed seconds later, groaning her name as he emptied himself deep inside her.
Afterward, they lay tangled and sweaty in each other’s arms, breathing hard. The room smelled of sex and their mingled scents. Anandhi rested her head on his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his slightly softer stomach.
She felt pure happiness blooming in her chest — warm, glowing, and peaceful for the first time in many weeks.
Finally… she thought. I’ve broken his insecurities.
She had made love to him fully tonight — not out of pity, not because he forced the situation, but because she truly wanted to. She had taken him inside her, ridden him, kissed him, moaned for him, irrespective of his shape, his grey hair at the temples, or the softer belly that had replaced his once-firm physique. She had shown him, with her body and her tears, that he was still enough for her. That he was still her Rahul.
A soft, content smile played on her lips as she nuzzled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat slow down.
But as sleep slowly claimed her, a new fear crept in.
Now that he remembers… do I have to leave Suriya?
Will Suriya demand that Rahul leave?
Or will Rahul decide to walk away by himself?
The thoughts twisted inside her like thorns. She clung tighter to Rahul’s chest, heart racing, wondering how the three of them could possibly survive the Rahul had got his memories back.
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