22-04-2026, 01:53 PM
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Chapter 120: Suriya's won Anandhi in bet & Bed.
Anandhi was scared like never before.
Her entire body trembled as she waited in the living room. The clock showed 10:58 AM. Every second felt like torture.
At exactly 11:00 AM, the door opened.
Suriya stepped inside, calm on the surface, but his eyes carried a storm. The moment he closed the door, his phone rang. It was Rahul.
Suriya answered on speaker. “Hello.”
Rahul’s voice came through. “I just reached Mumbai. Everything okay there? What are you doing right now?”
Suriya’s gaze locked onto Anandhi. A dangerous, pained smile touched his lips.
“I came to meet an important client,” he replied smoothly. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything here.”
Anandhi’s stomach twisted violently. She knew he was lying.
Suriya ended the call and took her hand. He led her straight to his bedroom and locked the door behind them with terrifying finality.
“Open the PC,” he said quietly.
Anndhi asked what is so important, why you are here now and whats that you found?
Suriya said just open the pc and see for yourself.
Anandhi’s fingers shook as she sat down and switched it on. “What… what is this about?”
Suriya stood behind her. “I got some truth. Maybe you should see it yourself.”
The screen lit up with screenshots of emails — crystal-clear conversations between Rahul and the suppliers.
Then the “Recovered” folder opened. Draft agreements.
Transaction records. The full, unfiltered bank statements she had deliberately hidden.
Anandhi’s breath caught. Her fingers trembled so badly she could barely scroll.
She fears to tunr back and see his face, she glued to the screen with the disappointment and fear.. how do you ?
She just heard Suriya's Victory laugh.. its you who took me to truth.. he said..
Anandhi put her head on desk.. a soft tear emerges.
Suriya said wont you ask how i got all these?
Anandhi didnt open her mouth, it doesnt matter how he got, he got to know the truth... thats all she knows now..
Suriya said.. the first day the pen drive i gave .. its a mole, i used it to hack his account, i had access through it.
and the external hard disk.. its again another hacking tool. i took copy of every files.. in backdrop. .
Before she could speak, Suriya’s hands moved. He un-pinned her pallu, letting the fabric slip and fall from her shoulder.
Anandhi gasped. “Suriya… what are you doing?”
His hands roamed over the front of her blouse. In one swift, angry pull, he tore it open.
Buttons scattered across the floor. The torn blouse hung loosely, revealing her bra and the frantic rise and fall of her breasts.
She shot up from the chair, shocked. “What are you doing?!”
When she turned, Suriya was already completely naked. His cock stood hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with months of pent-up hunger and pain.
What am i doing? you see for yourself Suriya said pointing at table
“Sit back down,” he ordered, voice rough with betrayal.
“Look at the files near the copy.”
Anandhi’s eyes returned to the screen in horror. The full bank statements were there — every transaction she had removed. The emails.
The agreements. The money trail that proved everything.
He said see even you took me to here, you thought you can hide pages, but all i need is his account number, i used that bribed a bank staff and got full details.
So your husband was behind everything .. and you hide it for him .? and i blindly trusted you to help me?
Suriya’s voice cracked with raw emotion. “Why did you hide this from me? You gave me half-proofs… filtered everything… You knew. You knew everything… and you still chose him.”
Tears welled up in his eyes as he pushed her backward onto the bed.
“What hurts me the most,” he whispered, voice breaking, tears now freely falling down his cheeks, “was not that Rahul planned it. It was that you chose him… every single time. Even now. Even after knowing he destroyed me.”
Anandhi was in deep guilt, she doesnt plead to stop.. she didnt beg him to stop but deep down she know, she deserves this treatment.
He yanked her petticoat down roughly, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound. In one brutal motion, he tore her panty away, the delicate material ripping apart in his fist. Anandhi was left completely naked and exposed, her smooth skin glistening under the dim light, her full breasts heaving with every panicked breath.
Anandhi lay there, tears streaming down her own face, ashamed, guilty, and heartbroken. Her body trembled visibly, thighs pressed together instinctively, but there was nowhere to hide.
Suriya climbed on top of her, his tears falling onto her skin like hot rain. His thick, hard cock — swollen, veined, and leaking precum — pressed heavily against her slick entrance, the head already parting her wet folds.
“I won the bet,” he said, voice thick with pain and victory, tears still rolling down his cheeks. “I proved it. So now… I need you. Like before.”
Anandhi’s eyes widened in panic. She tried to move back, scooting desperately up the bed. “Suriya… no… please… don’t…”
But Suriya grabbed her hips firmly with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pulled her back down with raw strength.
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As she moved away, he moved with her, keeping his cock pressed relentlessly against her slick folds, the head nudging insistently at her entrance.
She pushed against his chest with both hands, nails digging into his skin, but he was far stronger. With one powerful, merciless thrust, he drove deep inside her in a single brutal stroke.
“Aaaahhh!” Anandhi cried out, her back arching violently off the bed. The sound was raw — shock, guilt, sharp pain, and sudden overwhelming pleasure all crashing together. Her tight pussy stretched around his thick cock, walls fluttering wildly as he bottomed out inside her.
Suriya groaned loudly, burying his face in her neck as he sank fully into her tight, wet heat. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, tighter than he remembered, greedily sucking him deeper, milking every inch.
“Fuck… you’re still so tight,” he rasped, tears falling onto her collarbone and sliding down between her breasts. “Rahul could never fuck you like this… could he? He could never fill you the way I do.”
Anandhi sobbed, her nails digging deeper into his back, leaving red scratches. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Suriya began pounding into her relentlessly, deep and merciless. Every thrust was hard, possessive, angry — his hips slamming against hers with wet, obscene slaps. Her full, heavy breasts jiggled wildly with the force of his strokes, nipples hard and dark, bouncing in rhythm. He watched them hungrily, eyes dark with a mix of pain and raw lust, leaning down to suck one hard nipple into his mouth, biting it gently, making her cry out in pleasure and pain.
Old memories flooded both of them — the nights they had spent together before Rahul returned, the way he used to fuck her for hours, the way she used to scream his name, legs wrapped around him, begging for more.
“Why did you choose to hurt me?” he growled between brutal thrusts, voice cracking with tears. “Why did you cheat me… hide everything from me… protect him even when you knew?”
Anandhi moaned loudly, her body betraying her completely. Her hips started moving to meet his thrusts even as fresh tears rolled down her temples.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” she kept whispering between broken moans, her walls fluttering and clenching around his thick cock, sucking him deeper with every stroke.
Suriya fucked her harder, his heavy balls slapping against her ass, his tears mixing with sweat on her breasts. He leaned down again, sucking and biting her nipples, leaving them red and swollen.
Her pussy clenched tighter around him, sucking him deeper, wetter, hotter with every brutal thrust.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding — skin slapping skin, her loud, broken moans, and his pained, angry groans.
Anandhi came first — hard and violent. Her walls spasmed violently around his cock, milking him as she screamed his name, her entire body shaking, tears streaming down her face.
Suriya didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own release, his cock swelling even thicker inside her.
“I’m going to fill you,” he growled, voice breaking with emotion. “Take every drop… like you used to.”
With a final, deep, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard.
Anandhi felt it — an ocean of hot, thick sperm flooding deep inside her. Pulse after pulse, rope after rope, filling her completely. The warmth spread through her womb, overflowing and leaking out around his cock, dripping down her thighs in thick, creamy strands.
Suriya collapsed on top of her, still buried deep, his tears falling onto her neck as he held her tightly, breathing ragged.
Anandhi finally gave a deep breath... she wanted soem minute..
But Suriya didn’t stop.
Even as he came, he kept moving, his cock still hard inside her. Tears continued to fall from his eyes as he slowly pulled out, his cum dripping from her pussy.
He flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion.
Anandhi’s face pressed into the pillow. “Suriya… wait…”
He didn’t wait.
He made her fall forward, grabbed her hips, and pushed his still-hard cock against her ass.
With a deep grunt, he thrust into her tight ass in one powerful stroke.
“Aaahhh!” Anandhi screamed, her body jerking forward. The pain mixed with a strange, forbidden pleasure.
Suriya bent down, catching her chin roughly and turning her face toward him.
“Have you not even felt love for me even once?” he asked, voice breaking with pain as he pushed deeper into her ass. “Am I become invisible after my arrest?”
Anandhi shouted again, “Aaaahhh…!”
Then, through her tears, she smiled in bitter irony.
“Do you think without love I bailed you out?” she gasped.
Suriya froze mid-thrust, stunned.
“What? You… bailed me out?”
Anandhi turned her head fully to look at him, tears streaming down her face.
“Yes… it was me.”
Suriya was completely stunned. He felt himself so small before her in that moment.
Anandhi was scared like never before.
Her entire body trembled as she waited in the living room. The clock showed 10:58 AM. Every second felt like torture.
At exactly 11:00 AM, the door opened.
Suriya stepped inside, calm on the surface, but his eyes carried a storm. The moment he closed the door, his phone rang. It was Rahul.
Suriya answered on speaker. “Hello.”
Rahul’s voice came through. “I just reached Mumbai. Everything okay there? What are you doing right now?”
Suriya’s gaze locked onto Anandhi. A dangerous, pained smile touched his lips.
“I came to meet an important client,” he replied smoothly. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything here.”
Anandhi’s stomach twisted violently. She knew he was lying.
Suriya ended the call and took her hand. He led her straight to his bedroom and locked the door behind them with terrifying finality.
“Open the PC,” he said quietly.
Anndhi asked what is so important, why you are here now and whats that you found?
Suriya said just open the pc and see for yourself.
Anandhi’s fingers shook as she sat down and switched it on. “What… what is this about?”
Suriya stood behind her. “I got some truth. Maybe you should see it yourself.”
The screen lit up with screenshots of emails — crystal-clear conversations between Rahul and the suppliers.
Then the “Recovered” folder opened. Draft agreements.
Transaction records. The full, unfiltered bank statements she had deliberately hidden.
Anandhi’s breath caught. Her fingers trembled so badly she could barely scroll.
She fears to tunr back and see his face, she glued to the screen with the disappointment and fear.. how do you ?
She just heard Suriya's Victory laugh.. its you who took me to truth.. he said..
Anandhi put her head on desk.. a soft tear emerges.
Suriya said wont you ask how i got all these?
Anandhi didnt open her mouth, it doesnt matter how he got, he got to know the truth... thats all she knows now..
Suriya said.. the first day the pen drive i gave .. its a mole, i used it to hack his account, i had access through it.
and the external hard disk.. its again another hacking tool. i took copy of every files.. in backdrop. .
Before she could speak, Suriya’s hands moved. He un-pinned her pallu, letting the fabric slip and fall from her shoulder.
Anandhi gasped. “Suriya… what are you doing?”
His hands roamed over the front of her blouse. In one swift, angry pull, he tore it open.
Buttons scattered across the floor. The torn blouse hung loosely, revealing her bra and the frantic rise and fall of her breasts.
She shot up from the chair, shocked. “What are you doing?!”
When she turned, Suriya was already completely naked. His cock stood hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with months of pent-up hunger and pain.
What am i doing? you see for yourself Suriya said pointing at table
“Sit back down,” he ordered, voice rough with betrayal.
“Look at the files near the copy.”
Anandhi’s eyes returned to the screen in horror. The full bank statements were there — every transaction she had removed. The emails.
The agreements. The money trail that proved everything.
He said see even you took me to here, you thought you can hide pages, but all i need is his account number, i used that bribed a bank staff and got full details.
So your husband was behind everything .. and you hide it for him .? and i blindly trusted you to help me?
Suriya’s voice cracked with raw emotion. “Why did you hide this from me? You gave me half-proofs… filtered everything… You knew. You knew everything… and you still chose him.”
Tears welled up in his eyes as he pushed her backward onto the bed.
“What hurts me the most,” he whispered, voice breaking, tears now freely falling down his cheeks, “was not that Rahul planned it. It was that you chose him… every single time. Even now. Even after knowing he destroyed me.”
Anandhi was in deep guilt, she doesnt plead to stop.. she didnt beg him to stop but deep down she know, she deserves this treatment.
He yanked her petticoat down roughly, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound. In one brutal motion, he tore her panty away, the delicate material ripping apart in his fist. Anandhi was left completely naked and exposed, her smooth skin glistening under the dim light, her full breasts heaving with every panicked breath.
Anandhi lay there, tears streaming down her own face, ashamed, guilty, and heartbroken. Her body trembled visibly, thighs pressed together instinctively, but there was nowhere to hide.
Suriya climbed on top of her, his tears falling onto her skin like hot rain. His thick, hard cock — swollen, veined, and leaking precum — pressed heavily against her slick entrance, the head already parting her wet folds.
“I won the bet,” he said, voice thick with pain and victory, tears still rolling down his cheeks. “I proved it. So now… I need you. Like before.”
Anandhi’s eyes widened in panic. She tried to move back, scooting desperately up the bed. “Suriya… no… please… don’t…”
But Suriya grabbed her hips firmly with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pulled her back down with raw strength.
As she moved away, he moved with her, keeping his cock pressed relentlessly against her slick folds, the head nudging insistently at her entrance.
She pushed against his chest with both hands, nails digging into his skin, but he was far stronger. With one powerful, merciless thrust, he drove deep inside her in a single brutal stroke.
“Aaaahhh!” Anandhi cried out, her back arching violently off the bed. The sound was raw — shock, guilt, sharp pain, and sudden overwhelming pleasure all crashing together. Her tight pussy stretched around his thick cock, walls fluttering wildly as he bottomed out inside her.
Suriya groaned loudly, burying his face in her neck as he sank fully into her tight, wet heat. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, tighter than he remembered, greedily sucking him deeper, milking every inch.
“Fuck… you’re still so tight,” he rasped, tears falling onto her collarbone and sliding down between her breasts. “Rahul could never fuck you like this… could he? He could never fill you the way I do.”
Anandhi sobbed, her nails digging deeper into his back, leaving red scratches. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Suriya began pounding into her relentlessly, deep and merciless. Every thrust was hard, possessive, angry — his hips slamming against hers with wet, obscene slaps. Her full, heavy breasts jiggled wildly with the force of his strokes, nipples hard and dark, bouncing in rhythm. He watched them hungrily, eyes dark with a mix of pain and raw lust, leaning down to suck one hard nipple into his mouth, biting it gently, making her cry out in pleasure and pain.
Old memories flooded both of them — the nights they had spent together before Rahul returned, the way he used to fuck her for hours, the way she used to scream his name, legs wrapped around him, begging for more.
“Why did you choose to hurt me?” he growled between brutal thrusts, voice cracking with tears. “Why did you cheat me… hide everything from me… protect him even when you knew?”
Anandhi moaned loudly, her body betraying her completely. Her hips started moving to meet his thrusts even as fresh tears rolled down her temples.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” she kept whispering between broken moans, her walls fluttering and clenching around his thick cock, sucking him deeper with every stroke.
Suriya fucked her harder, his heavy balls slapping against her ass, his tears mixing with sweat on her breasts. He leaned down again, sucking and biting her nipples, leaving them red and swollen.
Her pussy clenched tighter around him, sucking him deeper, wetter, hotter with every brutal thrust.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding — skin slapping skin, her loud, broken moans, and his pained, angry groans.
Anandhi came first — hard and violent. Her walls spasmed violently around his cock, milking him as she screamed his name, her entire body shaking, tears streaming down her face.
Suriya didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own release, his cock swelling even thicker inside her.
“I’m going to fill you,” he growled, voice breaking with emotion. “Take every drop… like you used to.”
With a final, deep, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard.
Anandhi felt it — an ocean of hot, thick sperm flooding deep inside her. Pulse after pulse, rope after rope, filling her completely. The warmth spread through her womb, overflowing and leaking out around his cock, dripping down her thighs in thick, creamy strands.
Suriya collapsed on top of her, still buried deep, his tears falling onto her neck as he held her tightly, breathing ragged.
Anandhi finally gave a deep breath... she wanted soem minute..
But Suriya didn’t stop.
Even as he came, he kept moving, his cock still hard inside her. Tears continued to fall from his eyes as he slowly pulled out, his cum dripping from her pussy.
He flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion.
Anandhi’s face pressed into the pillow. “Suriya… wait…”
He didn’t wait.
He made her fall forward, grabbed her hips, and pushed his still-hard cock against her ass.
With a deep grunt, he thrust into her tight ass in one powerful stroke.
“Aaahhh!” Anandhi screamed, her body jerking forward. The pain mixed with a strange, forbidden pleasure.
Suriya bent down, catching her chin roughly and turning her face toward him.
“Have you not even felt love for me even once?” he asked, voice breaking with pain as he pushed deeper into her ass. “Am I become invisible after my arrest?”
Anandhi shouted again, “Aaaahhh…!”
Then, through her tears, she smiled in bitter irony.
“Do you think without love I bailed you out?” she gasped.
Suriya froze mid-thrust, stunned.
“What? You… bailed me out?”
Anandhi turned her head fully to look at him, tears streaming down her face.
“Yes… it was me.”
Suriya was completely stunned. He felt himself so small before her in that moment.
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