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Chapter 103: The Door and the Shadow
The knock on the door came again — three firm raps, a pause, then three more.
Anandhi’s heart hammered. She walked slowly toward the door, her hand trembling slightly as she turned the knob.
The moment the door opened, little AaRa, who had been toddling behind her, lost her balance and fell forward onto the carpeted floor. A sharp cry pierced the air as the baby scbangd her knee and elbow, tiny drops of blood appearing on her soft skin.
Rohan and Riya rushed in from the balcony where they had been playing. “AaRa!” they shouted, quickly lifting their little sister. AaRa wailed loudly, her face red with shock and pain.
Anandhi dropped to her knees instantly, taking the baby into her arms. As she wiped the blood with a tissue, her mind flashed violently back to the hospital — Madhavan’s announcement of AB+, the later report showing A+, the cold calculation behind it all.
Blood… lies about blood…
A wave of panic crashed over her.
What if Suriya comes back one day to take AaRa? My sweet daughter… What if he tries to take everything from my family?
Her hands shook as she comforted the crying baby. Rahul, hearing the commotion, came rushing from the other room and helped calm AaRa. But Anandhi’s fear had already taken root deeper than before.
The next morning, AaRa was back to her cheerful self, playing happily with her mother. Anandhi stood in front of the mirror, confused about which saree to wear for the SAN Fitness welcome ceremony and investor meet. She had narrowed it down to two options when AaRa, with her tiny hands, pushed one of them forward — a soft creamy saree with delicate gold borders.
Anandhi’s breath caught.
This was the exact shade Suriya had always complimented her on. The memory hit her like a quiet storm. Because her little daughter had chosen it so innocently, she wore it without further thought.
Rahul got ready, looking sharp and confident. The children were left with the caretaker. As they left for the venue, Rahul kissed Anandhi’s forehead. “Today is going to be big for us.”
The venue was grand — a massive convention hall filled with posters of celebrities and big shots from the fitness industry. Rahul was visibly impressed. “Look at this scale. Even an ex-superintendent of security officer is one of the investors. This SAN Fitness is playing in a different league.”
Xavier welcomed them warmly but was constantly surrounded by VIPs. The crowd was larger and more elite than Rahul had expected. In his mind, he already felt settled — the financial struggles of the past seemed finally behind him.
For Anandhi, it was different.
She was restless, her eyes constantly scanning the hall, searching every corner, every face. What if Suriya is here somewhere… watching us… spying on us? What if he attacks us when we least expect it?
The seating was arranged meticulously: SAN Fitness core team and MVIPs in the first row, VIPs in the next two, main partners and new partners in the sixth row. Rahul and Anandhi were seated in the sixth row, right behind the other partners. A noticeable gap separated them from the franchise participants and general attendees behind.
Anandhi kept glancing toward that area, chair by chair, looking for any trace of Suriya.
The speeches began. The ex-superintendent gave a powerful talk, praising the founder of SAN Fitness for his vision and rapid growth. “In just months, he has delivered returns I never expected,” the speaker said.
Anandhi barely listened. Her eyes kept darting sideways, searching for any familiar silhouette.
She strangely sensed like someone is watchin them, following them and it came from back, she was so sure.
Rahul noticed her uneasiness and leaned in. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” she whispered, forcing a smile.
She quietly took out her phone and video-called the caretaker, asking her to keep the phone on live so she could watch the children.
Speaker after speaker came and went. Then came the award segment for best performers and partners.
Name after name was called. Anandhi’s felt unease.
Suddenly, the announcer said, “Suriya Prakash…”
Anandhi stiffened. But the man who stood up was someone else — a different Suriya.
She exhaled shakily.
A few minutes later, she noticed a shadow standing still behind one of the large decorative pillars near the back. Someone was watching their row. She could feel the gaze. Her pulse spiked. She leaned forward, trying to get a better look.
The shadow shifted — it was just a waiter adjusting a flower arrangement.
She exhaled shakily and looked down at her lap, trying to calm herself.
The speeches were winding down. The final announcement was about to be made.
Something flew behind her, and she noticed something on floor. It was a paper, she was curious, it probably came from back.
Anandhi turned slightly in her seat again, scanning the rows behind them one last time. She told herself this was the last check. If she didn’t see anything now, she would try to relax.
She could nt check properly she tried to turn back, Rahul hand touched her thigh asking to turn. but she kept looking back .
The announcer’s voice rang loud and clear through the hall:
“And now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for… Welcoming the Founder, the Visionary, and the driving force behind SAN Fitness… Mr. Suriya!”
The crowd erupted in applause.
Anandhi’s head snapped toward the stage, expecting an aged man to give a boring speech.
And froze.
It was him.
Suriya — dressed in a sharp black suit, standing tall and confident, looking every bit the successful businessman. His eyes swept across the audience with calm authority.
Anandhi’s world tilted.
He was here.
SURIYAA is here
The knock on the door came again — three firm raps, a pause, then three more.
Anandhi’s heart hammered. She walked slowly toward the door, her hand trembling slightly as she turned the knob.
The moment the door opened, little AaRa, who had been toddling behind her, lost her balance and fell forward onto the carpeted floor. A sharp cry pierced the air as the baby scbangd her knee and elbow, tiny drops of blood appearing on her soft skin.
Rohan and Riya rushed in from the balcony where they had been playing. “AaRa!” they shouted, quickly lifting their little sister. AaRa wailed loudly, her face red with shock and pain.
Anandhi dropped to her knees instantly, taking the baby into her arms. As she wiped the blood with a tissue, her mind flashed violently back to the hospital — Madhavan’s announcement of AB+, the later report showing A+, the cold calculation behind it all.
Blood… lies about blood…
A wave of panic crashed over her.
What if Suriya comes back one day to take AaRa? My sweet daughter… What if he tries to take everything from my family?
Her hands shook as she comforted the crying baby. Rahul, hearing the commotion, came rushing from the other room and helped calm AaRa. But Anandhi’s fear had already taken root deeper than before.
The next morning, AaRa was back to her cheerful self, playing happily with her mother. Anandhi stood in front of the mirror, confused about which saree to wear for the SAN Fitness welcome ceremony and investor meet. She had narrowed it down to two options when AaRa, with her tiny hands, pushed one of them forward — a soft creamy saree with delicate gold borders.
Anandhi’s breath caught.
This was the exact shade Suriya had always complimented her on. The memory hit her like a quiet storm. Because her little daughter had chosen it so innocently, she wore it without further thought.
Rahul got ready, looking sharp and confident. The children were left with the caretaker. As they left for the venue, Rahul kissed Anandhi’s forehead. “Today is going to be big for us.”
The venue was grand — a massive convention hall filled with posters of celebrities and big shots from the fitness industry. Rahul was visibly impressed. “Look at this scale. Even an ex-superintendent of security officer is one of the investors. This SAN Fitness is playing in a different league.”
Xavier welcomed them warmly but was constantly surrounded by VIPs. The crowd was larger and more elite than Rahul had expected. In his mind, he already felt settled — the financial struggles of the past seemed finally behind him.
For Anandhi, it was different.
She was restless, her eyes constantly scanning the hall, searching every corner, every face. What if Suriya is here somewhere… watching us… spying on us? What if he attacks us when we least expect it?
The seating was arranged meticulously: SAN Fitness core team and MVIPs in the first row, VIPs in the next two, main partners and new partners in the sixth row. Rahul and Anandhi were seated in the sixth row, right behind the other partners. A noticeable gap separated them from the franchise participants and general attendees behind.
Anandhi kept glancing toward that area, chair by chair, looking for any trace of Suriya.
The speeches began. The ex-superintendent gave a powerful talk, praising the founder of SAN Fitness for his vision and rapid growth. “In just months, he has delivered returns I never expected,” the speaker said.
Anandhi barely listened. Her eyes kept darting sideways, searching for any familiar silhouette.
She strangely sensed like someone is watchin them, following them and it came from back, she was so sure.
Rahul noticed her uneasiness and leaned in. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” she whispered, forcing a smile.
She quietly took out her phone and video-called the caretaker, asking her to keep the phone on live so she could watch the children.
Speaker after speaker came and went. Then came the award segment for best performers and partners.
Name after name was called. Anandhi’s felt unease.
Suddenly, the announcer said, “Suriya Prakash…”
Anandhi stiffened. But the man who stood up was someone else — a different Suriya.
She exhaled shakily.
A few minutes later, she noticed a shadow standing still behind one of the large decorative pillars near the back. Someone was watching their row. She could feel the gaze. Her pulse spiked. She leaned forward, trying to get a better look.
The shadow shifted — it was just a waiter adjusting a flower arrangement.
She exhaled shakily and looked down at her lap, trying to calm herself.
The speeches were winding down. The final announcement was about to be made.
Something flew behind her, and she noticed something on floor. It was a paper, she was curious, it probably came from back.
Anandhi turned slightly in her seat again, scanning the rows behind them one last time. She told herself this was the last check. If she didn’t see anything now, she would try to relax.
She could nt check properly she tried to turn back, Rahul hand touched her thigh asking to turn. but she kept looking back .
The announcer’s voice rang loud and clear through the hall:
“And now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for… Welcoming the Founder, the Visionary, and the driving force behind SAN Fitness… Mr. Suriya!”
The crowd erupted in applause.
Anandhi’s head snapped toward the stage, expecting an aged man to give a boring speech.
And froze.
It was him.
Suriya — dressed in a sharp black suit, standing tall and confident, looking every bit the successful businessman. His eyes swept across the audience with calm authority.
Anandhi’s world tilted.
He was here.
SURIYAA is here
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