16-04-2026, 02:07 PM
Chapter 111: The First Touch
Suriya could not explain why he felt so happy.
His mind was full of the little princess, AaRa. She was speaking in broken words — “Papa… toy… up” — and every time she tried, Suriya’s heart melted. He sat on the floor with her, laughing softly as she tried to stack blocks and failed adorably.
Rohan watched them and said proudly, “She won’t go easily to anyone, Suriya Appa. But she got comfortable with you so fast.”
“Is it so?” Suriya asked, genuinely surprised and touched.
He continued playing with her, making silly faces and gentle sounds. AaRa giggled, reaching out with her tiny hands.
Anandhi stood at the kitchen door, watching the scene. Her heart wanted to enjoy it — the sight of father and daughter together for the first time — but standing there would only complicate her feelings further. The ache in her chest was too sharp. She turned quietly and went back into the kitchen, busying herself with lunch.
Strangely, AaRa didn’t move away from Suriya. After some time, she grew sleepy in his arms. Suriya lifted her carefully and carried her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. He didn’t know why, but he stayed there for a few minutes, just watching her sleep, a soft smile on his face.
Anandhi passed by the room and stopped. She saw Suriya sitting beside the sleeping AaRa, his hand lightly resting near her. The sight hit her like a wave.
She is finally in her biological father’s arms.
The pain was immediate and deep. She wanted to say it out loud — “See, Suriya… this is your daughter.” But she couldn’t. The fear of breaking the family, of destroying everything, kept the words locked inside her. It was paining her more than she could bear.
She stepped into the room and said softly, “Lunch is ready. Let’s have lunch.”
Actually, the real reason she came in was to see the father and daughter closer. But she swallowed the truth and forced a calm expression.
The Sunday went quite a relax day for everyone, but for Anandhi its heartfelt and painful for Suriya it left him with an unexplainable happiness.
Two days went, Rahul and Suriya got back on their work.
Third day, Suriya and Rahul were working on two different works. While Suriya work completed earlier, Rahul got stuck as a reason Suriya returned home earlier. Also Rahul stopped being a spy watching his wife and Suriya's movement.
Suriya came straight to the bedroom where the kids usually slept. AaRa was sleeping peacefully. Suriya smiled, stood there for a moment watching her, then quietly came out without disturbing her.
Anandhi, who had been in the kitchen, saw him and asked, “You are going to have dinner now?”
Suriya shook his head. “No. Let Rahul come. I’ll wait in my room.”
Minutes later, Rahul called Anandhi and said he would take another hour. “Suriya had an outside visit and he will start by 6 AM tomorrow. Ask him to have food early and sleep.”
Anandhi hung up and stepped upstairs to call Suriya for dinner.
But as she reached the steps, memories flooded back — how both of them had sex in that very room, on the hall floor upstairs, shameless and passionate. Her walk became slower. Her hands and legs felt tighter. She was breathless as she neared the door.
She was alone with Suriya for the first time in days.
And she was coming to the place where they once had brutal, unforgettable sex.
She heard a voice from inside the room.
“Madhan, you need to remember and tell me… are you sure he used to type and save files in his home computer?
**** speaker on other end telling him something, which is not audible for Anandhi ***
I don’t see anything in the hall or his bedroom…
**** speaker on other end telling him something, which is not audible for Anandhi ***
Oh, is it? In the study room. Okay, I will tell some excuse and I will try to take the computer and search for the record.
**** speaker on other end telling him something, which is not audible for Anandhi ***
They all trust me now. I need to make a proper move. I need to bring out the truth. I still don’t know why I was arrested back then. I assume Rahul could be the one who framed me.
**** speaker on other end telling him something, which is not audible for Anandhi ***
I’m not sure. I need to figure it out. Your tit-bit informations are important for me.”
Anandhi stood frozen outside the door, shell-shocked.
So Suriya doesn’t know what happened… but he just doubts? His arrival is to find the truth.
Her legs felt weak. She had thought Suriya already knew everything. But he was still searching, still piecing it together.
She took a deep breath, she decided to keep her ear closer to door.. but her weight pushed the door open, and she was shocked by managed like she was stepping in ..
She stepped inside with a forced calm.
Suriya turned, surprised to see her.
Anandhi’s voice came out softer than she intended. “Dinner is ready… Rahul will be late. You should eat now.”
Suriya looked at her for a long moment, sensing the slight tremble in her voice, the way her eyes avoided his.
He knew she had heard.
And in that moment, the game between them shifted once again.
Suriya could not explain why he felt so happy.
His mind was full of the little princess, AaRa. She was speaking in broken words — “Papa… toy… up” — and every time she tried, Suriya’s heart melted. He sat on the floor with her, laughing softly as she tried to stack blocks and failed adorably.
Rohan watched them and said proudly, “She won’t go easily to anyone, Suriya Appa. But she got comfortable with you so fast.”
“Is it so?” Suriya asked, genuinely surprised and touched.
He continued playing with her, making silly faces and gentle sounds. AaRa giggled, reaching out with her tiny hands.
Anandhi stood at the kitchen door, watching the scene. Her heart wanted to enjoy it — the sight of father and daughter together for the first time — but standing there would only complicate her feelings further. The ache in her chest was too sharp. She turned quietly and went back into the kitchen, busying herself with lunch.
Strangely, AaRa didn’t move away from Suriya. After some time, she grew sleepy in his arms. Suriya lifted her carefully and carried her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. He didn’t know why, but he stayed there for a few minutes, just watching her sleep, a soft smile on his face.
Anandhi passed by the room and stopped. She saw Suriya sitting beside the sleeping AaRa, his hand lightly resting near her. The sight hit her like a wave.
She is finally in her biological father’s arms.
The pain was immediate and deep. She wanted to say it out loud — “See, Suriya… this is your daughter.” But she couldn’t. The fear of breaking the family, of destroying everything, kept the words locked inside her. It was paining her more than she could bear.
She stepped into the room and said softly, “Lunch is ready. Let’s have lunch.”
Actually, the real reason she came in was to see the father and daughter closer. But she swallowed the truth and forced a calm expression.
The Sunday went quite a relax day for everyone, but for Anandhi its heartfelt and painful for Suriya it left him with an unexplainable happiness.
Two days went, Rahul and Suriya got back on their work.
Third day, Suriya and Rahul were working on two different works. While Suriya work completed earlier, Rahul got stuck as a reason Suriya returned home earlier. Also Rahul stopped being a spy watching his wife and Suriya's movement.
Suriya came straight to the bedroom where the kids usually slept. AaRa was sleeping peacefully. Suriya smiled, stood there for a moment watching her, then quietly came out without disturbing her.
Anandhi, who had been in the kitchen, saw him and asked, “You are going to have dinner now?”
Suriya shook his head. “No. Let Rahul come. I’ll wait in my room.”
Minutes later, Rahul called Anandhi and said he would take another hour. “Suriya had an outside visit and he will start by 6 AM tomorrow. Ask him to have food early and sleep.”
Anandhi hung up and stepped upstairs to call Suriya for dinner.
But as she reached the steps, memories flooded back — how both of them had sex in that very room, on the hall floor upstairs, shameless and passionate. Her walk became slower. Her hands and legs felt tighter. She was breathless as she neared the door.
She was alone with Suriya for the first time in days.
And she was coming to the place where they once had brutal, unforgettable sex.
She heard a voice from inside the room.
“Madhan, you need to remember and tell me… are you sure he used to type and save files in his home computer?
**** speaker on other end telling him something, which is not audible for Anandhi ***
I don’t see anything in the hall or his bedroom…
**** speaker on other end telling him something, which is not audible for Anandhi ***
Oh, is it? In the study room. Okay, I will tell some excuse and I will try to take the computer and search for the record.
**** speaker on other end telling him something, which is not audible for Anandhi ***
They all trust me now. I need to make a proper move. I need to bring out the truth. I still don’t know why I was arrested back then. I assume Rahul could be the one who framed me.
**** speaker on other end telling him something, which is not audible for Anandhi ***
I’m not sure. I need to figure it out. Your tit-bit informations are important for me.”
Anandhi stood frozen outside the door, shell-shocked.
So Suriya doesn’t know what happened… but he just doubts? His arrival is to find the truth.
Her legs felt weak. She had thought Suriya already knew everything. But he was still searching, still piecing it together.
She took a deep breath, she decided to keep her ear closer to door.. but her weight pushed the door open, and she was shocked by managed like she was stepping in ..
She stepped inside with a forced calm.
Suriya turned, surprised to see her.
Anandhi’s voice came out softer than she intended. “Dinner is ready… Rahul will be late. You should eat now.”
Suriya looked at her for a long moment, sensing the slight tremble in her voice, the way her eyes avoided his.
He knew she had heard.
And in that moment, the game between them shifted once again.
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