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Chapter 114: The Sabotaged Machine
The next day, Suriya was eagerly awaiting the night.
As soon as he returned from the work spot, he went straight to the study room, closed the door, and turned on the PC. The screen flickered, then displayed a cold error message:
“Boot device not found. Please install an operating system.”
Suriya’s jaw tightened. He tried restarting it twice. Same result.
He came out immediately and found Anandhi in the kitchen.
“Who accessed the system last?” he asked, keeping his tone even.
Anandhi turned, wiping her hands on a towel. “Last night I worked on it… sent a mail and came back to sleep. Why?”
He said, “The system is not opening at all.”
She feigned surprise. “Kids would have been playing with it. They usually mess around and make it need repair.”
Suriya called Rohan and Riya. Both children looked at him innocently.
Rohan said, “I didn’t touch it, Suriya Appa.”
Riya pointed at her brother. “He did!”
“No, she did!” Rohan shot back.
They blamed each other playfully, not knowing anything. Suriya watched them carefully — their confusion looked genuine.
He went back, tried restarting several times, opened the CPU cabinet, checked cables, and cleaned dust. Nothing worked.
Same evening, he took the PC to the local shop. The technician shook his head after ten minutes.
“Hard disk failure. You need to take it to the next town. I can replace not repair, if you want all data go to next town, some big technicians are there.”
Disappointed, Suriya drove to the next town. The hardware engineer opened the cabinet, examined the drive, then frowned.
“There is something shining inside… looks like liquid.” He touched it, smelled his finger, and said, “This is coconut oil. Someone deliberately poured it in here. The drive is completely damaged.”
Suriya was shocked. His mind raced.
Who could have done this? Rahul, when I was in the room? Or… Anandhi?
She had admitted using the PC last night. Kids couldn’t have done something so precise. If they had played, someone must have sabotaged it later — or Anandhi had done it before she left the room.
He was tired, frustrated, and suspicious.
He requested the technician to try recovering whatever was possible and handed over a thick bundle of notes. “Please try your best.”
He reached home by 11 PM.
Anandhi was still awake, waiting in the kitchen to serve him food. Rahul and the kids had already slept.
She asked worriedly, “What happened? You look exhausted.”
Suriya sat down heavily. “Someone poured oil inside the PC. It was working fine, right? Who could do that?”
Anandhi acted shocked, her eyes widening. “Oil? How is that possible? Who would do such a thing?”
Suriya studied her face carefully. Something didn’t match — her reaction felt just a little too perfect.
He said, “I asked the technician to try fixing it. He’ll call me soon.”
Anandhi nodded. After a pause, she asked softly, “Are we speaking today?”
Suriya looked at her. “Yes. I’ll wait in my room.”
She glanced around nervously. “If Rahul is not sleepy… let’s speak some other time.”
He nodded and went to his room.
He waited.
And waited.
But Anandhi had other plans.
She quietly went to her bedroom, changed into her nightdress, and slipped under the covers beside Rahul. She slept peacefully, thinking she could tell Suriya in the morning that Rahul hadn’t slept well.
Upstairs, Suriya sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the closed door.
He smiled faintly — a dangerous, knowing smile.
She is definitely hiding something. The PC had something concrete. If Rahul wanted to hide from me, he would never have allowed me to use his PC. Ever since I got the PC, it was Anandhi who came with so many excuses, blocked my access, caused delay… and now it’s damaged beyond repair.
Anandhi, you have only seen how I fucked your brains… you never saw me using the real brains of mine. You will see it.
The next day, Suriya was eagerly awaiting the night.
As soon as he returned from the work spot, he went straight to the study room, closed the door, and turned on the PC. The screen flickered, then displayed a cold error message:
“Boot device not found. Please install an operating system.”
Suriya’s jaw tightened. He tried restarting it twice. Same result.
He came out immediately and found Anandhi in the kitchen.
“Who accessed the system last?” he asked, keeping his tone even.
Anandhi turned, wiping her hands on a towel. “Last night I worked on it… sent a mail and came back to sleep. Why?”
He said, “The system is not opening at all.”
She feigned surprise. “Kids would have been playing with it. They usually mess around and make it need repair.”
Suriya called Rohan and Riya. Both children looked at him innocently.
Rohan said, “I didn’t touch it, Suriya Appa.”
Riya pointed at her brother. “He did!”
“No, she did!” Rohan shot back.
They blamed each other playfully, not knowing anything. Suriya watched them carefully — their confusion looked genuine.
He went back, tried restarting several times, opened the CPU cabinet, checked cables, and cleaned dust. Nothing worked.
Same evening, he took the PC to the local shop. The technician shook his head after ten minutes.
“Hard disk failure. You need to take it to the next town. I can replace not repair, if you want all data go to next town, some big technicians are there.”
Disappointed, Suriya drove to the next town. The hardware engineer opened the cabinet, examined the drive, then frowned.
“There is something shining inside… looks like liquid.” He touched it, smelled his finger, and said, “This is coconut oil. Someone deliberately poured it in here. The drive is completely damaged.”
Suriya was shocked. His mind raced.
Who could have done this? Rahul, when I was in the room? Or… Anandhi?
She had admitted using the PC last night. Kids couldn’t have done something so precise. If they had played, someone must have sabotaged it later — or Anandhi had done it before she left the room.
He was tired, frustrated, and suspicious.
He requested the technician to try recovering whatever was possible and handed over a thick bundle of notes. “Please try your best.”
He reached home by 11 PM.
Anandhi was still awake, waiting in the kitchen to serve him food. Rahul and the kids had already slept.
She asked worriedly, “What happened? You look exhausted.”
Suriya sat down heavily. “Someone poured oil inside the PC. It was working fine, right? Who could do that?”
Anandhi acted shocked, her eyes widening. “Oil? How is that possible? Who would do such a thing?”
Suriya studied her face carefully. Something didn’t match — her reaction felt just a little too perfect.
He said, “I asked the technician to try fixing it. He’ll call me soon.”
Anandhi nodded. After a pause, she asked softly, “Are we speaking today?”
Suriya looked at her. “Yes. I’ll wait in my room.”
She glanced around nervously. “If Rahul is not sleepy… let’s speak some other time.”
He nodded and went to his room.
He waited.
And waited.
But Anandhi had other plans.
She quietly went to her bedroom, changed into her nightdress, and slipped under the covers beside Rahul. She slept peacefully, thinking she could tell Suriya in the morning that Rahul hadn’t slept well.
Upstairs, Suriya sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the closed door.
He smiled faintly — a dangerous, knowing smile.
She is definitely hiding something. The PC had something concrete. If Rahul wanted to hide from me, he would never have allowed me to use his PC. Ever since I got the PC, it was Anandhi who came with so many excuses, blocked my access, caused delay… and now it’s damaged beyond repair.
Anandhi, you have only seen how I fucked your brains… you never saw me using the real brains of mine. You will see it.
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