12-04-2026, 10:16 PM
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Chapter 90: The Brutal Truth that haunted Rahul.
Seventh month of pregnancy, Anandhi and Rahul went for her regular prenatal check-up at the hospital on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. Dr. Madhavan had also arrived in the city to meet his friend, Dr. Priya Menon. While Anandhi was taken inside for her detailed scan and consultation, Madhavan and Rahul waited outside in the long, sterile corridor.
Once they were completely alone, Madhavan lowered his voice and began speaking casually about his latest research case, as if sharing an interesting medical anecdote.
“You know, Rahul, I’m working on my third experiment with age reversal on a subject. The results are fascinating but unpredictable. The man had intercourse during the last stage that is after he is turning older like last 30 days, that phase when his cells were constantly replicating but weakening. He couldn’t conceive with his own wife during that time. Instead, when his body was in the active stage i mean when he turned younger in initial stage, he ended up impregnating another woman who he tried to test first. The timing has to be extremely precise — one wrong window and conception becomes almost impossible.”
He patted Rahul’s shoulder lightly. “Looks like you have impregnated Anandhi, when you are in early stage.. How did you made her? does she know you are her husband then? Sorry sorry that's personal, anyway i'm Happy for you.
Rahul stood frozen.
The words hit him like a brutal slap across the face.
He had slept with Anandhi only once after his return as Jeeva — and it was precisely during that final thirty-day end cycle, when his body was rapidly turning old again. The cells were already eating each other, depleting rapidly. Conception was supposed to be nearly impossible.
But Anandhi was heavily pregnant now. In her seventh month.
The brutal truth crashed over him like ice-cold water.
The baby growing inside her was not his.
It was Suriya’s.
Suriya had had months with her — countless nights, unprotected, passionate, when his own body was in the perfect early reversal phase he had non. Rahul had only that one encounter at the very end, when his seed was already weak and dying.
No doubt remained.
None.
A sharp, suffocating shock gripped Rahul’s chest. His vision blurred for a second. He felt the ground shift beneath his feet. All this time he had clung to a tiny, fragile sliver of hope that the child might still be his. That hope was now violently ripped away in a single moment.
Madhavan continued talking about technical details of cell depletion and hormonal shifts, completely unaware of the storm exploding inside Rahul.
Rahul nodded mechanically, murmuring something that sounded like agreement, but his mind was screaming.
I can never let this truth come out. Never.
He had to bury it forever. No paternity test. No accidental slip. No emotional crack that Suriya could exploit. The baby had to be accepted as his — publicly, emotionally, legally — no matter what.
His earlier plan of slow distance was no longer enough. Everything had to be accelerated. Suriya’s name had to be destroyed faster, more completely, before the baby arrived. He could not risk even the smallest chance of Suriya coming back into Anandhi’s life with a father’s claim.
When Anandhi finally came out of the consultation room looking tired but healthy, Rahul forced a soft, loving smile onto his face and placed a possessive hand on her lower back, guiding her gently toward the car.
To the outside world, he looked like the perfect, caring husband.
Inside, his heart had turned to stone.
The slow game was over.
The real war had just begun.
Seventh month of pregnancy, Anandhi and Rahul went for her regular prenatal check-up at the hospital on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. Dr. Madhavan had also arrived in the city to meet his friend, Dr. Priya Menon. While Anandhi was taken inside for her detailed scan and consultation, Madhavan and Rahul waited outside in the long, sterile corridor.
Once they were completely alone, Madhavan lowered his voice and began speaking casually about his latest research case, as if sharing an interesting medical anecdote.
“You know, Rahul, I’m working on my third experiment with age reversal on a subject. The results are fascinating but unpredictable. The man had intercourse during the last stage that is after he is turning older like last 30 days, that phase when his cells were constantly replicating but weakening. He couldn’t conceive with his own wife during that time. Instead, when his body was in the active stage i mean when he turned younger in initial stage, he ended up impregnating another woman who he tried to test first. The timing has to be extremely precise — one wrong window and conception becomes almost impossible.”
He patted Rahul’s shoulder lightly. “Looks like you have impregnated Anandhi, when you are in early stage.. How did you made her? does she know you are her husband then? Sorry sorry that's personal, anyway i'm Happy for you.
Rahul stood frozen.
The words hit him like a brutal slap across the face.
He had slept with Anandhi only once after his return as Jeeva — and it was precisely during that final thirty-day end cycle, when his body was rapidly turning old again. The cells were already eating each other, depleting rapidly. Conception was supposed to be nearly impossible.
But Anandhi was heavily pregnant now. In her seventh month.
The brutal truth crashed over him like ice-cold water.
The baby growing inside her was not his.
It was Suriya’s.
Suriya had had months with her — countless nights, unprotected, passionate, when his own body was in the perfect early reversal phase he had non. Rahul had only that one encounter at the very end, when his seed was already weak and dying.
No doubt remained.
None.
A sharp, suffocating shock gripped Rahul’s chest. His vision blurred for a second. He felt the ground shift beneath his feet. All this time he had clung to a tiny, fragile sliver of hope that the child might still be his. That hope was now violently ripped away in a single moment.
Madhavan continued talking about technical details of cell depletion and hormonal shifts, completely unaware of the storm exploding inside Rahul.
Rahul nodded mechanically, murmuring something that sounded like agreement, but his mind was screaming.
I can never let this truth come out. Never.
He had to bury it forever. No paternity test. No accidental slip. No emotional crack that Suriya could exploit. The baby had to be accepted as his — publicly, emotionally, legally — no matter what.
His earlier plan of slow distance was no longer enough. Everything had to be accelerated. Suriya’s name had to be destroyed faster, more completely, before the baby arrived. He could not risk even the smallest chance of Suriya coming back into Anandhi’s life with a father’s claim.
When Anandhi finally came out of the consultation room looking tired but healthy, Rahul forced a soft, loving smile onto his face and placed a possessive hand on her lower back, guiding her gently toward the car.
To the outside world, he looked like the perfect, caring husband.
Inside, his heart had turned to stone.
The slow game was over.
The real war had just begun.
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