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Chapter 88: Seeds of Doubt and Control
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains as Rahul gently woke Anandhi for her regular prenatal checkup. She looked tired but compliant, changing into a comfortable salwar kameez while Rahul helped her with her dupatta. He drove her to the hospital they usually visited, his hand occasionally reaching over to rest on her thigh — a silent reminder of his presence.
Unbeknownst to Anandhi, Dr. Madhavan had already spoken to his close friend, Dr. Priya Menon, the senior obstetrician at the hospital. She was instructed to take special care of Anandhi ,extra scans, detailed monitoring of her blood pressure, and a gentle but firm emphasis on the need for complete rest and zero stress. Rahul had made sure the instructions were clear: paint a picture of vulnerability without alarming Anandhi too much.
While Rahul and Anandhi were at the hospital, Suriya stayed back at home, fully immersed in his new role. He sat at the dining table with his laptop open, surrounded by printed quotations, equipment catalogues, and supplier contacts. He was busy procuring details for gym machines, rubber flooring, mirror installations, and trainer hiring. A quiet smile played on his lips as he worked.
For the first time in months, he felt genuinely hopeful. The fitness vertical was going to run under his own name , not as a mere partner, but as the face of the gyms. He had happily dropped the plan of restarting his own independent gym that he had been scouting for months. This opportunity felt bigger, more structured, and financially promising.
Even in the middle of his busy schedule, Suriya didn’t neglect the children. He picked Rohan and Riya up from college in the afternoon, helped them change out of their uniforms, bathed them, and played with them for a while before settling them down for snacks. His care was sincere and consistent , the same loving “uncle” they had always known.
Rahul noticed all of it when he returned home with Anandhi in the evening. He watched Suriya helping Riya with her homework and carrying Rohan on his shoulders around the house. On the surface, Rahul appreciated the sincerity. But deep down, a colder voice reminded him:
All this sincerity will only bring him money. He will earn more, save more, and eventually have enough to demand proper compensation for his share in the house. But by then, his name will be damaged beyond repair.
Later that night, after dinner, Rahul stood alone in front of the mirror in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. He stared at his own reflection. The man looking back seemed to question him.
“You are going too far, Rahul,” the voice in his head whispered. “They are already separated. She has chosen you. Why push him this way? Is this what you are giving him in return for the months he tried to protect your family?”
Rahul’s new, hardened personality answered back immediately, his eyes narrowing.
“You never know what can happen. They share one of kind physical relation. I saw it with my own eyes. When I entered their life as Jeeva, I watched through keyholes. Anandhi wore that sexy black lace lingerie for him, the one with thin straps that barely covered her nipples. She got on her knees and deepthroated him like she was starved for it. He used her body like it belonged to him, bending her over, slapping her ass, fucking her raw on the floor. She spread her legs shamelessly for him right there in the living room after I returned. I watched it all from the staircase , her moans, her face twisted in pleasure, the way she begged him not to stop.
Its not easy to split two people who had such a chemistry, and its impossible for them to stay separated for a long, provided how they enjoyed the chemisty. they may secretly want each others, if there even a slightest gap. The split now is temporary, im trying to make it permanent
I’m not punishing him for nothing. I’m just making sure Anandhi never looks at him the same way again. He should not have the face to stand in front of her.
If i leave him as it is, he will come back after 6 months, that's exactly the time of delivery, He would ask for paternity test.
And what if the baby is his?
I had her only once after months back. He had several weeks of sexual play with her. — plenty of time to fill her again and again. If a paternity test in six months shows it’s his, Anandhi will emotionally root for him, she will call its for the baby.
She’ll call him the father as a new excuse to bring him back into her life. I cannot give even an inch of room for that to happen.”
The dark thoughts were interrupted by the sharp ring of Rahul’s phone.
It was Dr. Madhavan.
“Rahul, I’ve sent you the detailed list of things to be done for the first branch — supplier contacts, initial inventory requirements, and sample test results for the supplements. Everything looks good. I need both you and Suriya to visit me next week to finalise the timelines. Also, inform Suriya that he needs to be physically present at the new location starting from the very next month. The setup phase will require him on-site full time — hiring, training, and coordination. He won’t be able to commute daily from home.”
Rahul’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he ended the call.
“Understood, Doctor. I’ll convey the message.”
He slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked at his reflection one last time. The sinister plan was moving forward exactly as he had envisioned — Suriya would soon be pulled away to Chennai, kept busy with one branch after another, and slowly distanced from Anandhi and the family until he had no choice but to fade away.
In the bedroom, Anandhi lay on the bed, gently rubbing her belly. She felt a strange mix of relief and unease. Suriya seemed happier and more focused these days. She was glad for him… yet a small part of her still ached for the warmth they had once shared. She just wanted to give a small hug but she know it will shake what they try to protect.
In his room, Suriya reviewed the quotations late into the night, unaware of the web being woven around him. He felt optimistic about the future for the first time in weeks.
But the house held many unspoken secrets — and Rahul’s cold revenge was only just beginning to unfold.
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains as Rahul gently woke Anandhi for her regular prenatal checkup. She looked tired but compliant, changing into a comfortable salwar kameez while Rahul helped her with her dupatta. He drove her to the hospital they usually visited, his hand occasionally reaching over to rest on her thigh — a silent reminder of his presence.
Unbeknownst to Anandhi, Dr. Madhavan had already spoken to his close friend, Dr. Priya Menon, the senior obstetrician at the hospital. She was instructed to take special care of Anandhi ,extra scans, detailed monitoring of her blood pressure, and a gentle but firm emphasis on the need for complete rest and zero stress. Rahul had made sure the instructions were clear: paint a picture of vulnerability without alarming Anandhi too much.
While Rahul and Anandhi were at the hospital, Suriya stayed back at home, fully immersed in his new role. He sat at the dining table with his laptop open, surrounded by printed quotations, equipment catalogues, and supplier contacts. He was busy procuring details for gym machines, rubber flooring, mirror installations, and trainer hiring. A quiet smile played on his lips as he worked.
For the first time in months, he felt genuinely hopeful. The fitness vertical was going to run under his own name , not as a mere partner, but as the face of the gyms. He had happily dropped the plan of restarting his own independent gym that he had been scouting for months. This opportunity felt bigger, more structured, and financially promising.
Even in the middle of his busy schedule, Suriya didn’t neglect the children. He picked Rohan and Riya up from college in the afternoon, helped them change out of their uniforms, bathed them, and played with them for a while before settling them down for snacks. His care was sincere and consistent , the same loving “uncle” they had always known.
Rahul noticed all of it when he returned home with Anandhi in the evening. He watched Suriya helping Riya with her homework and carrying Rohan on his shoulders around the house. On the surface, Rahul appreciated the sincerity. But deep down, a colder voice reminded him:
All this sincerity will only bring him money. He will earn more, save more, and eventually have enough to demand proper compensation for his share in the house. But by then, his name will be damaged beyond repair.
Later that night, after dinner, Rahul stood alone in front of the mirror in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. He stared at his own reflection. The man looking back seemed to question him.
“You are going too far, Rahul,” the voice in his head whispered. “They are already separated. She has chosen you. Why push him this way? Is this what you are giving him in return for the months he tried to protect your family?”
Rahul’s new, hardened personality answered back immediately, his eyes narrowing.
“You never know what can happen. They share one of kind physical relation. I saw it with my own eyes. When I entered their life as Jeeva, I watched through keyholes. Anandhi wore that sexy black lace lingerie for him, the one with thin straps that barely covered her nipples. She got on her knees and deepthroated him like she was starved for it. He used her body like it belonged to him, bending her over, slapping her ass, fucking her raw on the floor. She spread her legs shamelessly for him right there in the living room after I returned. I watched it all from the staircase , her moans, her face twisted in pleasure, the way she begged him not to stop.
Its not easy to split two people who had such a chemistry, and its impossible for them to stay separated for a long, provided how they enjoyed the chemisty. they may secretly want each others, if there even a slightest gap. The split now is temporary, im trying to make it permanent
I’m not punishing him for nothing. I’m just making sure Anandhi never looks at him the same way again. He should not have the face to stand in front of her.
If i leave him as it is, he will come back after 6 months, that's exactly the time of delivery, He would ask for paternity test.
And what if the baby is his?
I had her only once after months back. He had several weeks of sexual play with her. — plenty of time to fill her again and again. If a paternity test in six months shows it’s his, Anandhi will emotionally root for him, she will call its for the baby.
She’ll call him the father as a new excuse to bring him back into her life. I cannot give even an inch of room for that to happen.”
The dark thoughts were interrupted by the sharp ring of Rahul’s phone.
It was Dr. Madhavan.
“Rahul, I’ve sent you the detailed list of things to be done for the first branch — supplier contacts, initial inventory requirements, and sample test results for the supplements. Everything looks good. I need both you and Suriya to visit me next week to finalise the timelines. Also, inform Suriya that he needs to be physically present at the new location starting from the very next month. The setup phase will require him on-site full time — hiring, training, and coordination. He won’t be able to commute daily from home.”
Rahul’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he ended the call.
“Understood, Doctor. I’ll convey the message.”
He slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked at his reflection one last time. The sinister plan was moving forward exactly as he had envisioned — Suriya would soon be pulled away to Chennai, kept busy with one branch after another, and slowly distanced from Anandhi and the family until he had no choice but to fade away.
In the bedroom, Anandhi lay on the bed, gently rubbing her belly. She felt a strange mix of relief and unease. Suriya seemed happier and more focused these days. She was glad for him… yet a small part of her still ached for the warmth they had once shared. She just wanted to give a small hug but she know it will shake what they try to protect.
In his room, Suriya reviewed the quotations late into the night, unaware of the web being woven around him. He felt optimistic about the future for the first time in weeks.
But the house held many unspoken secrets — and Rahul’s cold revenge was only just beginning to unfold.
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