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Chapter 117: The Pendrive Game
The next night, they assembled again in Suriya’s room.
Both were sitting on the bed, the gap between them smaller than the previous night. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp. The air felt heavier, charged with secrets and unspoken calculations.
Suriya looked at Anandhi with calm, serious eyes.
“I have doubts,” he said quietly, “but I have no concrete evidence. Only you can help me pull it out. I need you to get me the email archives — specifically, copies of every email transferred between Rahul and any suppliers during the months when I was taken away by the cops.”
Anandhi’s heart tightened, but she kept her face composed. She nodded slowly.
“I will do it,” she said. “I’ll get the copies from his laptop when he is sleeping.”
Suriya handed her a small pendrive. “Copy them into this. Open the notepad file inside and paste the mails there. It will be easier.”
Anandhi took the pendrive, her fingers brushing his for a second longer than necessary. “I’ll bring it tomorrow night.”
As soon as she stepped out of his room, a cold determination settled over her.
He wants evidence? I’ll not give him exactly what he needs but i will give things that is nothing useful.
She knew exactly what to do. She would skip every important mail that could link back to the framing period and copy only the filtered, harmless ones — promotional offers, routine supplier updates, irrelevant threads. She would keep full control.
The following days passed in a strange, tense routine.
On the third night, she returned with the pendrive.
They sat together on the bed and opened it. Suriya browsed through every email she had copied. Page after page — nothing incriminating. No links to the fraud, no suspicious transactions, no mentions of Suriya’s name in a damaging context.
Suriya’s shoulders slumped. He couldn’t contain his disappointment. His eyes filled with tears.
“Why is this happening to me?” he whispered, voice breaking. “I thought… I really thought there would be something.”
Anandhi’s heart twisted.
She moved closer and gently pulled his head to her shoulder, consoling him like she used to.
“Nothing is wrong here,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You just need to stop this now. Let it go.”
You are just causing the pain for yourself and it even pains me.
Suriya shook his head. “No… I can’t.”
The following nights continued in the same pattern. Anandhi came regularly to his room. They talked secretly. She watched him closely, looking for any sign that he was still planning something.
One night, after a long silence, Suriya made a new request.
“Can you copy all the folders from Rahul’s laptop into this external hard disk?” He showed her a sleek black external hard disk. “It’s fast. It will capture everything quickly.”
Anandhi was stunned. Her pulse spiked.
She said carefully, “That would take a long time… but okay. I can do it. As long as it takes.”
Inside, she already knew her plan: she would skip every important folder, every business file that could contain evidence, and copy only safe, irrelevant ones.
She knows she had the upper hand and she is winning.
The next night, they assembled again in Suriya’s room.
Both were sitting on the bed, the gap between them smaller than the previous night. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp. The air felt heavier, charged with secrets and unspoken calculations.
Suriya looked at Anandhi with calm, serious eyes.
“I have doubts,” he said quietly, “but I have no concrete evidence. Only you can help me pull it out. I need you to get me the email archives — specifically, copies of every email transferred between Rahul and any suppliers during the months when I was taken away by the cops.”
Anandhi’s heart tightened, but she kept her face composed. She nodded slowly.
“I will do it,” she said. “I’ll get the copies from his laptop when he is sleeping.”
Suriya handed her a small pendrive. “Copy them into this. Open the notepad file inside and paste the mails there. It will be easier.”
Anandhi took the pendrive, her fingers brushing his for a second longer than necessary. “I’ll bring it tomorrow night.”
As soon as she stepped out of his room, a cold determination settled over her.
He wants evidence? I’ll not give him exactly what he needs but i will give things that is nothing useful.
She knew exactly what to do. She would skip every important mail that could link back to the framing period and copy only the filtered, harmless ones — promotional offers, routine supplier updates, irrelevant threads. She would keep full control.
The following days passed in a strange, tense routine.
On the third night, she returned with the pendrive.
They sat together on the bed and opened it. Suriya browsed through every email she had copied. Page after page — nothing incriminating. No links to the fraud, no suspicious transactions, no mentions of Suriya’s name in a damaging context.
Suriya’s shoulders slumped. He couldn’t contain his disappointment. His eyes filled with tears.
“Why is this happening to me?” he whispered, voice breaking. “I thought… I really thought there would be something.”
Anandhi’s heart twisted.
She moved closer and gently pulled his head to her shoulder, consoling him like she used to.
“Nothing is wrong here,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You just need to stop this now. Let it go.”
You are just causing the pain for yourself and it even pains me.
Suriya shook his head. “No… I can’t.”
The following nights continued in the same pattern. Anandhi came regularly to his room. They talked secretly. She watched him closely, looking for any sign that he was still planning something.
One night, after a long silence, Suriya made a new request.
“Can you copy all the folders from Rahul’s laptop into this external hard disk?” He showed her a sleek black external hard disk. “It’s fast. It will capture everything quickly.”
Anandhi was stunned. Her pulse spiked.
She said carefully, “That would take a long time… but okay. I can do it. As long as it takes.”
Inside, she already knew her plan: she would skip every important folder, every business file that could contain evidence, and copy only safe, irrelevant ones.
She knows she had the upper hand and she is winning.
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