12-04-2026, 01:42 PM
Chapter 82: Rahul Feeds Anandhi both idli and his intention.
Rahul quietly entered the bedroom carrying a small plate with two soft, steaming idlis and a bowl of mild sambar. The gentle aroma filled the room. Anandhi was lying on her side, still resting, but her eyes opened when she heard his footsteps.
He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled tenderly.
“Come, sit up a little,” he said softly, sliding one arm behind her back to help her rise. Anandhi obeyed, leaning against the headboard. Her body felt heavy from the morning’s events and the pregnancy.
Rahul dipped a small piece of idli in the sambar and brought it close to her lips.
“Eat,” he said gently. “You need strength now. For yourself… and for the baby.”
Anandhi looked at the plate, then at him. “Why did you bring it here? I would have come to the dining room.”
Rahul shook his head with a soft smile. “No. You are tired. And ever since I got my memory back, the first mistake I made was confronting and trying to make things right immediately. I should have spent some time with you first… spoken with you… and only then should have decided what is right.”
He brought the piece closer to her mouth.
“Right now, I’m trying to correct things. The first step is speaking openly with you.
But before that, I need to feed you. You need strength.. Eat now.”
Anandhi gave a small, teary smile.
Her eyes looked back at him — calm, loving, and vulnerable — so different from the fierce Rahul she had seen in the morning.
She opened her mouth. As she chewed the first bite, Rahul continued speaking in a calm, steady voice, already preparing the next piece.
“I’m so happy to see you as a mother again,” he said, his eyes warm. “It reminds me of our old days… before Rohan and Riya were born. We had that small, messy room. I used to cook tasteless food when you were weak. Now… I’ve got another opportunity to treat you better.”
He laughed lightly at his own joke. “This time I will cook some tasty food.”
Anandhi smiled a little through her tears.
Rahul continued feeding her another piece before she could respond.
“This feels like a rebirth for both of us.”
Anandhi swallowed, wanting to speak, but Rahul was already bringing the next bite to her lips.
“You know…what im going tell may shock you or give you pain..
I got my memories back gradually,” he continued smoothly.
But this is not something we can be happy about because it was in bits and pieces and it confused me a lot.
The bits and pieces gave me so much fear. They actually questioned the very base of our relationship… loyalty and trust.
Deep down, I had so many insecurities.
But i trusted our love, i thing there must be a reason behind every bit of my memory, i trusted you and i never be wrong.
I waited patiently until they returned fully. But that was not enough, i had witnessed something recently, it pulled me down further..
Only after making love with you last night did everything become clear again.”
He fed her another small bite, giving her almost no room to reply.
“A few weeks back, some memory came back, I remembered something painful,” he said, his voice dropping slightly.
“In my Memory i remember you and Suriya having sex… through the keyhole. I was confused. I was in so much pain. I thought you were cheating behind my back.”
Anandhi’s eyes widened. She tried to speak, but Rahul gently placed the next piece of idli against her lips, forcing her to chew instead.
“I didn’t understand why I just watched instead of confronting you or break the door to stop you..” I feared did i become some cuckold husband who lends his wife for cheap thrill??? he went on.
He wiped a tiny drop of sambar from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
“Don’t panic. I now know the reason why all this happened. But imagine… how i must have felt to have only memories of the past, not the recent ones, and suddenly remember bits and pieces — one of them being you having sex with someone while I just watched from outside the room through the keyhole and worst of all i mastrubated then.”
I questioned myself, i questioned you, i could not reason what could have happened between us.
Anandhi looked into his eyes. She chewed slowly, struggling to swallow the food. She reached out and held his hand tightly, acknowledging his pain without words.
“Today morning when we spoke, I mentioned I had seen you two having wild sex on the floor. It happened in the present. You carefully covered it from me. You didn’t even ask how I knew.”
Anandhi’s heart started pounding. She hadn’t fully registered it in the morning. She thought he mentioned about her sex with Suriya in the past, she assumed, he was mentioning about the time when he was with her as Jeeva. She missed the key word "sex in floor". She swallowed quickly, trying to speak, but Rahul was already feeding her again, his movements slow and caring on the surface.
“Wait, don’t panic, let me finish” he said.
“A few weeks back, i said about I remembered you and Suriya having sex while I watched through the keyhole right?.. That memory came first. I was confused. I feared to question without knowing the full story. This one happened, the floor sex, a few days later, I woke up in the middle of the night and found you missing. I searched for you and went upstairs. I saw you and Suriya having sex on the floor…”
Anandhi froze mid-chew. Her eyes filled with shock and guilt.
“You know what?” Rahul said softly, wiping a tiny drop of sambar from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. “After the experiment, scenes like that would instantly make me hard and and i have an urge to cum, i need to masturbate to release it else it would pain like anything... It was powerful. My semen splashed on the floor outside the room. I couldn’t control it. I actually mastrubated on watching you and him, not for the thrill or liking it, its an after effect of Experiment.
That’s when I remembered — it must have been because of my medical condition. The keyhole episodes… I must have masturbated to ease the pain. It worked. Only then did I realize it wasn’t some cheap thrill or that I was a voyeur or cuckold. It had medical reasons. Only then did I calm down.”
He fed her the last piece of the first idli, his eyes never leaving hers.
“But im not sure why did you choose him for sex? and why i stayed quiet in the past.. I didn’t know. I thought maybe my body — now or then — wasn’t fit enough for you. That’s why the insecurities came. That’s why I started going to the gym.”
Anandhi finally managed to swallow and opened her mouth to speak, but Rahul was already bringing the second idli closer.
“I was surprised by your support later,” he continued without pause. “I realized you didn’t hate me or look down on me. You didn’t act like you had stopped loving me. I yearned for you to be attentive to me, to shower me with love. But the moment I saw you interested in having sex with me — irrespective of my shape or looks — I realized we truly loved each other.”
He fed her slowly, piece by piece, his voice steady and intimate.
“I don’t know if you’ll believe me… but I regained most of my memory only when we had sex yesterday night. While we made love, the pieces came back to me. As soon as I got my memories back, I decided I couldn’t appreciate the situation anymore. I know the truth. Due to the experiment failure, I tried pushing you toward him. Now that I’m back, I think I should not do that. I needed to stop you from being with him. I needed to do my duty properly — as a father and as a husband.”
Anandhi sat there, chewing mechanically, her eyes wide with shock and a thousand unspoken questions. Rahul continued feeding her the second idli, not giving her any real space to interrupt.
The weight of his revelations hung heavy in the quiet room.
She could only listen.
But this is just a start of his manipulating/influencing her mind.
Rahul quietly entered the bedroom carrying a small plate with two soft, steaming idlis and a bowl of mild sambar. The gentle aroma filled the room. Anandhi was lying on her side, still resting, but her eyes opened when she heard his footsteps.
He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled tenderly.
“Come, sit up a little,” he said softly, sliding one arm behind her back to help her rise. Anandhi obeyed, leaning against the headboard. Her body felt heavy from the morning’s events and the pregnancy.
Rahul dipped a small piece of idli in the sambar and brought it close to her lips.
“Eat,” he said gently. “You need strength now. For yourself… and for the baby.”
Anandhi looked at the plate, then at him. “Why did you bring it here? I would have come to the dining room.”
Rahul shook his head with a soft smile. “No. You are tired. And ever since I got my memory back, the first mistake I made was confronting and trying to make things right immediately. I should have spent some time with you first… spoken with you… and only then should have decided what is right.”
He brought the piece closer to her mouth.
“Right now, I’m trying to correct things. The first step is speaking openly with you.
But before that, I need to feed you. You need strength.. Eat now.”
Anandhi gave a small, teary smile.
Her eyes looked back at him — calm, loving, and vulnerable — so different from the fierce Rahul she had seen in the morning.
She opened her mouth. As she chewed the first bite, Rahul continued speaking in a calm, steady voice, already preparing the next piece.
“I’m so happy to see you as a mother again,” he said, his eyes warm. “It reminds me of our old days… before Rohan and Riya were born. We had that small, messy room. I used to cook tasteless food when you were weak. Now… I’ve got another opportunity to treat you better.”
He laughed lightly at his own joke. “This time I will cook some tasty food.”
Anandhi smiled a little through her tears.
Rahul continued feeding her another piece before she could respond.
“This feels like a rebirth for both of us.”
Anandhi swallowed, wanting to speak, but Rahul was already bringing the next bite to her lips.
“You know…what im going tell may shock you or give you pain..
I got my memories back gradually,” he continued smoothly.
But this is not something we can be happy about because it was in bits and pieces and it confused me a lot.
The bits and pieces gave me so much fear. They actually questioned the very base of our relationship… loyalty and trust.
Deep down, I had so many insecurities.
But i trusted our love, i thing there must be a reason behind every bit of my memory, i trusted you and i never be wrong.
I waited patiently until they returned fully. But that was not enough, i had witnessed something recently, it pulled me down further..
Only after making love with you last night did everything become clear again.”
He fed her another small bite, giving her almost no room to reply.
“A few weeks back, some memory came back, I remembered something painful,” he said, his voice dropping slightly.
“In my Memory i remember you and Suriya having sex… through the keyhole. I was confused. I was in so much pain. I thought you were cheating behind my back.”
Anandhi’s eyes widened. She tried to speak, but Rahul gently placed the next piece of idli against her lips, forcing her to chew instead.
“I didn’t understand why I just watched instead of confronting you or break the door to stop you..” I feared did i become some cuckold husband who lends his wife for cheap thrill??? he went on.
He wiped a tiny drop of sambar from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
“Don’t panic. I now know the reason why all this happened. But imagine… how i must have felt to have only memories of the past, not the recent ones, and suddenly remember bits and pieces — one of them being you having sex with someone while I just watched from outside the room through the keyhole and worst of all i mastrubated then.”
I questioned myself, i questioned you, i could not reason what could have happened between us.
Anandhi looked into his eyes. She chewed slowly, struggling to swallow the food. She reached out and held his hand tightly, acknowledging his pain without words.
“Today morning when we spoke, I mentioned I had seen you two having wild sex on the floor. It happened in the present. You carefully covered it from me. You didn’t even ask how I knew.”
Anandhi’s heart started pounding. She hadn’t fully registered it in the morning. She thought he mentioned about her sex with Suriya in the past, she assumed, he was mentioning about the time when he was with her as Jeeva. She missed the key word "sex in floor". She swallowed quickly, trying to speak, but Rahul was already feeding her again, his movements slow and caring on the surface.
“Wait, don’t panic, let me finish” he said.
“A few weeks back, i said about I remembered you and Suriya having sex while I watched through the keyhole right?.. That memory came first. I was confused. I feared to question without knowing the full story. This one happened, the floor sex, a few days later, I woke up in the middle of the night and found you missing. I searched for you and went upstairs. I saw you and Suriya having sex on the floor…”
Anandhi froze mid-chew. Her eyes filled with shock and guilt.
“You know what?” Rahul said softly, wiping a tiny drop of sambar from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. “After the experiment, scenes like that would instantly make me hard and and i have an urge to cum, i need to masturbate to release it else it would pain like anything... It was powerful. My semen splashed on the floor outside the room. I couldn’t control it. I actually mastrubated on watching you and him, not for the thrill or liking it, its an after effect of Experiment.
That’s when I remembered — it must have been because of my medical condition. The keyhole episodes… I must have masturbated to ease the pain. It worked. Only then did I realize it wasn’t some cheap thrill or that I was a voyeur or cuckold. It had medical reasons. Only then did I calm down.”
He fed her the last piece of the first idli, his eyes never leaving hers.
“But im not sure why did you choose him for sex? and why i stayed quiet in the past.. I didn’t know. I thought maybe my body — now or then — wasn’t fit enough for you. That’s why the insecurities came. That’s why I started going to the gym.”
Anandhi finally managed to swallow and opened her mouth to speak, but Rahul was already bringing the second idli closer.
“I was surprised by your support later,” he continued without pause. “I realized you didn’t hate me or look down on me. You didn’t act like you had stopped loving me. I yearned for you to be attentive to me, to shower me with love. But the moment I saw you interested in having sex with me — irrespective of my shape or looks — I realized we truly loved each other.”
He fed her slowly, piece by piece, his voice steady and intimate.
“I don’t know if you’ll believe me… but I regained most of my memory only when we had sex yesterday night. While we made love, the pieces came back to me. As soon as I got my memories back, I decided I couldn’t appreciate the situation anymore. I know the truth. Due to the experiment failure, I tried pushing you toward him. Now that I’m back, I think I should not do that. I needed to stop you from being with him. I needed to do my duty properly — as a father and as a husband.”
Anandhi sat there, chewing mechanically, her eyes wide with shock and a thousand unspoken questions. Rahul continued feeding her the second idli, not giving her any real space to interrupt.
The weight of his revelations hung heavy in the quiet room.
She could only listen.
But this is just a start of his manipulating/influencing her mind.
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