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Chapter 87: The Business Blueprint, A trap set for Suriya by Rahul
The next morning, the house carried an unusual buzz of activity. Dr. Madhavan arrived exactly at 9 AM, dressed in a crisp white shirt and formal trousers. Anandhi welcomed him warmly at the door, her maroon saree neatly dbangd, a gentle smile on her face despite the heaviness in her heart. Rahul stood right beside her, one hand lightly resting on her lower back — a quiet but clear display of possession.
“Welcome, Doctor,” Anandhi said softly. “Please come in. We’ve prepared breakfast for you.”
Suriya was already seated in the living room, dressed in a simple polo shirt and jeans. He greeted the doctor with a respectful nod but stayed mostly silent, observing everything with guarded eyes.
After a hearty breakfast of soft idlis, fragrant sambar, coconut chutney, and strong filter coffee, the four of them settled in the living room. The children were at college, leaving the house peacefully quiet for the discussion.
Dr. Madhavan began speaking, though most of the plan had already been finalised between him and Rahul during their long phone conversation the previous night. Today’s meeting was largely a formality — a way to present the venture as a joint, legitimate decision in front of Suriya.
“After detailed discussion with Rahul,” the doctor said, “we have finalised a strong, synergistic model. With my background in medical research and supplements, Suriya’s expertise in gym equipment and fitness training, and Rahul’s strength in information technology, we can create something unique.”
He paused, then laid out the structure clearly.
“The group will be named RMS Enterprises — Rahul, Madhavan, Suriya. It will operate through three integrated verticals:
Madhavan said, thought the three are different verticals, The User coming in GYM might think its 3 service for one subscription. Thats the USP of this business i believe thats going to take us heights.
Rahul leaned forward, his tone calm and professional. “We will set up the first flagship unit near Chennai. Since the doctor needs to stay close for supply and quality control, it makes perfect sense to base the main operations there initially. Suriya will lead the on-ground setup — selecting the location, hiring trainers, installing equipment, and managing day-to-day activities. I will handle the IT systems and tele-calling team from here, especially since Anandhi needs extra care during her pregnancy. Dr. Madhavan will supply the products without needing to travel much.”
Suriya listened carefully. For the first time in many weeks, genuine interest sparked in his eyes. This was gym-related — something he knew and loved deeply. The idea of building and running actual fitness centres felt like a lifeline. He nodded slowly, already visualising himself on the gym floor, training staff, and interacting with clients.
Rahul continued smoothly, “We are ready to offer you 75% share in the overall RMS group for the fitness vertical, Suriya. I will voluntarily reduce my own stake and adjust it so that any financial settlement related to the house can be accounted for later. This way, you get majority control and real ownership in what you build.”
Suriya’s eyebrows rose slightly. 75% was far more generous than he had expected. A small, cautious smile finally appeared on his face. He asked sharp, practical questions about equipment sourcing, trainer recruitment, marketing strategy, and timelines. Rahul and the doctor answered patiently, making the proposal sound fair and full of potential.
By afternoon, they finalised the agreement. Rahul had already arranged for a local notary to visit the house. All three men signed the documents in front of the notary that same day. The papers were stamped, witnessed, and officially registered. RMS Enterprises officially came into existence.
Anandhi watched the entire process from the side, her hands resting protectively on her belly. Seeing Suriya smile , a real, hopeful smile after so many days of pain and silence , brought an unexpected wave of relief to her heart. Deep down, she felt genuinely happy for him. At least something positive was finally happening in his life. Maybe this business would help him heal and move forward.
After the notary left and Dr. Madhavan departed with promises to send the first batch of supplement samples soon, the house settled into a quieter evening.
That night, long after the children had gone to bed, Rahul lay on his back in the master bedroom, staring at the slowly rotating ceiling fan. Anandhi slept peacefully beside him, her breathing soft and even. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the night lamp.
A cold, sinister smile slowly curved Rahul’s lips as he replayed the day’s events in his mind.
Perfect… everything is falling exactly into place.
He had already decided the real game plan long before the signing. The Chennai branch was only the beginning. Once the first gym was set up and running smoothly under Suriya’s name, Dr. Madhavan would “suggest” opening a second branch in another city — Coimbatore, perhaps, or Madurai. Suriya, hungry for growth and eager to prove himself, would naturally run behind it. He would spend weeks there — scouting locations, hiring staff, handling marketing, installing equipment. Rahul would stay home, using Anandhi’s pregnancy as the perfect excuse to manage everything remotely through the IT and tele-calling operations.
Then a third branch. One new branch every month or two. Suriya would be constantly travelling, constantly busy, constantly away from home — returning only twice a week at best, exhausted and distracted.
And when the time was right ,when enough branches were running and they had built a track record , they wont have enough fund to start new one. Rahul would push for franchising. The franchise model would come under the main gym brand, which carried Suriya’s name prominently. That was where the real trap would close.
Rahul would quietly sabotage the quality of one or two franchised branches, delayed equipment supply, substandard supplements mixed in, poor trainer performance. Complaints would pile up. Customers would badmouth the brand. Suriya’s reputation would take the hit because his name was attached to the gyms. Investors would call him a fraud money launderer. While Rahul and Madhavan stayed safely in the background, Suriya would be left running around, desperately trying to clear his name, facing shame and financial pressure.
Eventually, broken and humiliated, Suriya would withdraw completely. He wouldn’t have the face to stand before Anandhi anymore. By the time the baby was born, he would have no authority, no emotional hold, and no reason to stay. Instead, Guilt, shame, and exhaustion would push him out of their lives permanently.
Rahul’s eyes gleamed in the darkness as he watched the fan blades spin.
Run behind the branches, Suriya. Chase success. I’ll be the one pulling the strings from here… while I keep Anandhi and my family all to myself.
He turned slightly, gently placing a possessive hand on Anandhi’s swollen belly, and closed his eyes with deep satisfaction.
Two Hours later...
Anandhi had woken up thirsty and walked softly toward the refrigerator. At the exact same time, Suriya stepped out of his room for water.
Their eyes met in the dim glow of the night lamp.
Both opened their mouths at the same time.
Anandhi spoke first, her voice soft and sincere. “Congratulations…”
Suriya’s words overlapped hers: “I’m starting a new business… hope you like this. Wish me good luck.”
They froze, stunned by the accidental synchronization. For a brief, electric second, the old pull between them flared — the deep longing to step closer, to hug tightly, to kiss, to feel each other’s warmth after so many weeks of painful distance.
But neither moved.
The new boundaries hung heavily in the air.
Anandhi gave a small, gentle nod. Suriya returned it with equal restraint. Without another word, they both filled their glasses and turned away, walking back to their respective rooms in silence.
For the first time in many weeks, both Anandhi and Suriya fell into a surprisingly deep and peaceful sleep.
The next morning, the house carried an unusual buzz of activity. Dr. Madhavan arrived exactly at 9 AM, dressed in a crisp white shirt and formal trousers. Anandhi welcomed him warmly at the door, her maroon saree neatly dbangd, a gentle smile on her face despite the heaviness in her heart. Rahul stood right beside her, one hand lightly resting on her lower back — a quiet but clear display of possession.
“Welcome, Doctor,” Anandhi said softly. “Please come in. We’ve prepared breakfast for you.”
Suriya was already seated in the living room, dressed in a simple polo shirt and jeans. He greeted the doctor with a respectful nod but stayed mostly silent, observing everything with guarded eyes.
After a hearty breakfast of soft idlis, fragrant sambar, coconut chutney, and strong filter coffee, the four of them settled in the living room. The children were at college, leaving the house peacefully quiet for the discussion.
Dr. Madhavan began speaking, though most of the plan had already been finalised between him and Rahul during their long phone conversation the previous night. Today’s meeting was largely a formality — a way to present the venture as a joint, legitimate decision in front of Suriya.
“After detailed discussion with Rahul,” the doctor said, “we have finalised a strong, synergistic model. With my background in medical research and supplements, Suriya’s expertise in gym equipment and fitness training, and Rahul’s strength in information technology, we can create something unique.”
He paused, then laid out the structure clearly.
“The group will be named RMS Enterprises — Rahul, Madhavan, Suriya. It will operate through three integrated verticals:
- Fitness Equipment & Training Centres — Full gym setups, equipment sales, and trainer services. This vertical will run under Suriya’s direct leadership and branding.
- Nutritional Supplements & Diet Products — High-quality protein powders, vitamins, and wellness supplements manufactured and supplied from my lab and research network. This will stay under my name.
- IT-Enabled Tele-Advisory Services — A dedicated call centre and app-based platform offering gym-related queries, personalised fitness advice, diet plans, and equipment troubleshooting. Rahul will handle the technology backbone and operations remotely from home.”
Madhavan said, thought the three are different verticals, The User coming in GYM might think its 3 service for one subscription. Thats the USP of this business i believe thats going to take us heights.
Rahul leaned forward, his tone calm and professional. “We will set up the first flagship unit near Chennai. Since the doctor needs to stay close for supply and quality control, it makes perfect sense to base the main operations there initially. Suriya will lead the on-ground setup — selecting the location, hiring trainers, installing equipment, and managing day-to-day activities. I will handle the IT systems and tele-calling team from here, especially since Anandhi needs extra care during her pregnancy. Dr. Madhavan will supply the products without needing to travel much.”
Suriya listened carefully. For the first time in many weeks, genuine interest sparked in his eyes. This was gym-related — something he knew and loved deeply. The idea of building and running actual fitness centres felt like a lifeline. He nodded slowly, already visualising himself on the gym floor, training staff, and interacting with clients.
Rahul continued smoothly, “We are ready to offer you 75% share in the overall RMS group for the fitness vertical, Suriya. I will voluntarily reduce my own stake and adjust it so that any financial settlement related to the house can be accounted for later. This way, you get majority control and real ownership in what you build.”
Suriya’s eyebrows rose slightly. 75% was far more generous than he had expected. A small, cautious smile finally appeared on his face. He asked sharp, practical questions about equipment sourcing, trainer recruitment, marketing strategy, and timelines. Rahul and the doctor answered patiently, making the proposal sound fair and full of potential.
By afternoon, they finalised the agreement. Rahul had already arranged for a local notary to visit the house. All three men signed the documents in front of the notary that same day. The papers were stamped, witnessed, and officially registered. RMS Enterprises officially came into existence.
Anandhi watched the entire process from the side, her hands resting protectively on her belly. Seeing Suriya smile , a real, hopeful smile after so many days of pain and silence , brought an unexpected wave of relief to her heart. Deep down, she felt genuinely happy for him. At least something positive was finally happening in his life. Maybe this business would help him heal and move forward.
After the notary left and Dr. Madhavan departed with promises to send the first batch of supplement samples soon, the house settled into a quieter evening.
That night, long after the children had gone to bed, Rahul lay on his back in the master bedroom, staring at the slowly rotating ceiling fan. Anandhi slept peacefully beside him, her breathing soft and even. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the night lamp.
A cold, sinister smile slowly curved Rahul’s lips as he replayed the day’s events in his mind.
Perfect… everything is falling exactly into place.
He had already decided the real game plan long before the signing. The Chennai branch was only the beginning. Once the first gym was set up and running smoothly under Suriya’s name, Dr. Madhavan would “suggest” opening a second branch in another city — Coimbatore, perhaps, or Madurai. Suriya, hungry for growth and eager to prove himself, would naturally run behind it. He would spend weeks there — scouting locations, hiring staff, handling marketing, installing equipment. Rahul would stay home, using Anandhi’s pregnancy as the perfect excuse to manage everything remotely through the IT and tele-calling operations.
Then a third branch. One new branch every month or two. Suriya would be constantly travelling, constantly busy, constantly away from home — returning only twice a week at best, exhausted and distracted.
And when the time was right ,when enough branches were running and they had built a track record , they wont have enough fund to start new one. Rahul would push for franchising. The franchise model would come under the main gym brand, which carried Suriya’s name prominently. That was where the real trap would close.
Rahul would quietly sabotage the quality of one or two franchised branches, delayed equipment supply, substandard supplements mixed in, poor trainer performance. Complaints would pile up. Customers would badmouth the brand. Suriya’s reputation would take the hit because his name was attached to the gyms. Investors would call him a fraud money launderer. While Rahul and Madhavan stayed safely in the background, Suriya would be left running around, desperately trying to clear his name, facing shame and financial pressure.
Eventually, broken and humiliated, Suriya would withdraw completely. He wouldn’t have the face to stand before Anandhi anymore. By the time the baby was born, he would have no authority, no emotional hold, and no reason to stay. Instead, Guilt, shame, and exhaustion would push him out of their lives permanently.
Rahul’s eyes gleamed in the darkness as he watched the fan blades spin.
Run behind the branches, Suriya. Chase success. I’ll be the one pulling the strings from here… while I keep Anandhi and my family all to myself.
He turned slightly, gently placing a possessive hand on Anandhi’s swollen belly, and closed his eyes with deep satisfaction.
Two Hours later...
Anandhi had woken up thirsty and walked softly toward the refrigerator. At the exact same time, Suriya stepped out of his room for water.
Their eyes met in the dim glow of the night lamp.
Both opened their mouths at the same time.
Anandhi spoke first, her voice soft and sincere. “Congratulations…”
Suriya’s words overlapped hers: “I’m starting a new business… hope you like this. Wish me good luck.”
They froze, stunned by the accidental synchronization. For a brief, electric second, the old pull between them flared — the deep longing to step closer, to hug tightly, to kiss, to feel each other’s warmth after so many weeks of painful distance.
But neither moved.
The new boundaries hung heavily in the air.
Anandhi gave a small, gentle nod. Suriya returned it with equal restraint. Without another word, they both filled their glasses and turned away, walking back to their respective rooms in silence.
For the first time in many weeks, both Anandhi and Suriya fell into a surprisingly deep and peaceful sleep.
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