22-04-2026, 08:01 PM
Chapter 128: The Last Secret
At the hospital, Anandhi was unconscious but stable.
The doctors had assured them there was no major internal injury — only a concussion and some bruises from the accident. She was kept under observation in a private room.
Rahul and Suriya sat in the waiting area outside, the silence between them thick and suffocating.
Rahul was consumed by guilt. He knew he had caused the accident. He had chased her car out of jealousy and fear. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the moment her car swerved and flipped. His hands were still shaking.
Suriya sat beside him, his left arm bleeding from the deep cuts he got while smashing the car window to pull Anandhi out. Blood had soaked through the makeshift cloth he had tied around it. The nurses had asked him multiple times to get it treated, but he refused.
“I’m not moving until I know she is okay,” he said firmly, eyes fixed on the door of Anandhi’s room.
Rahul couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He broke down, voice cracking as tears filled his eyes.
“I framed you… I was the one who set up the supplier fraud. I saw you two together that night through the keyhole. I saw everything. I was the one who chased her car today. I was angry… jealous… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Suriya listened in complete silence, his face calm but his eyes dark.
After Rahul finished, Suriya spoke quietly, almost gently.
“I already knew.”
Rahul looked up, stunned.
Suriya continued, “I knew about the framing. I knew you were behind it. I’ve known for a while.”
Rahul’s shoulders slumped. He wiped his tears roughly and asked in a broken voice, “Then why are you still here? Just leave the family alone. Please.”
Suriya looked at the closed door of Anandhi’s room, his voice steady but heavy.
“I will… but only after I know she is safe.”
Anandhi regained consciousness a few hours later.
Her head throbbed, and her body ached, but she was awake. Both Rahul and Suriya were by her bedside — Rahul sitting on a chair close to her, Suriya standing a little farther away, his bandaged arm visible.
She looked between them, sensing the heavy, suffocating atmosphere in the room.
Anandhi took a weak breath and spoke, her voice hoarse but clear.
“Aara is Suriya’s daughter.”
The words landed like a bomb.
Both men froze.
Rahul’s face went pale. Suriya’s eyes widened slightly, though he had suspected it.
Anandhi’s eyes filled with tears as she continued, her voice breaking.
“I tried to protect everyone… but I ended up hurting all of us.”
The room fell into a heavy silence.
Rahul sat motionless, staring at the floor. Suriya stood still, processing the truth he had long suspected but never heard confirmed.
Anandhi cried quietly, the weight of all her secrets finally spoken aloud.
The fragile balance they had been trying to maintain had finally shattered.
At the hospital, Anandhi was unconscious but stable.
The doctors had assured them there was no major internal injury — only a concussion and some bruises from the accident. She was kept under observation in a private room.
Rahul and Suriya sat in the waiting area outside, the silence between them thick and suffocating.
Rahul was consumed by guilt. He knew he had caused the accident. He had chased her car out of jealousy and fear. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the moment her car swerved and flipped. His hands were still shaking.
Suriya sat beside him, his left arm bleeding from the deep cuts he got while smashing the car window to pull Anandhi out. Blood had soaked through the makeshift cloth he had tied around it. The nurses had asked him multiple times to get it treated, but he refused.
“I’m not moving until I know she is okay,” he said firmly, eyes fixed on the door of Anandhi’s room.
Rahul couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He broke down, voice cracking as tears filled his eyes.
“I framed you… I was the one who set up the supplier fraud. I saw you two together that night through the keyhole. I saw everything. I was the one who chased her car today. I was angry… jealous… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Suriya listened in complete silence, his face calm but his eyes dark.
After Rahul finished, Suriya spoke quietly, almost gently.
“I already knew.”
Rahul looked up, stunned.
Suriya continued, “I knew about the framing. I knew you were behind it. I’ve known for a while.”
Rahul’s shoulders slumped. He wiped his tears roughly and asked in a broken voice, “Then why are you still here? Just leave the family alone. Please.”
Suriya looked at the closed door of Anandhi’s room, his voice steady but heavy.
“I will… but only after I know she is safe.”
Anandhi regained consciousness a few hours later.
Her head throbbed, and her body ached, but she was awake. Both Rahul and Suriya were by her bedside — Rahul sitting on a chair close to her, Suriya standing a little farther away, his bandaged arm visible.
She looked between them, sensing the heavy, suffocating atmosphere in the room.
Anandhi took a weak breath and spoke, her voice hoarse but clear.
“Aara is Suriya’s daughter.”
The words landed like a bomb.
Both men froze.
Rahul’s face went pale. Suriya’s eyes widened slightly, though he had suspected it.
Anandhi’s eyes filled with tears as she continued, her voice breaking.
“I tried to protect everyone… but I ended up hurting all of us.”
The room fell into a heavy silence.
Rahul sat motionless, staring at the floor. Suriya stood still, processing the truth he had long suspected but never heard confirmed.
Anandhi cried quietly, the weight of all her secrets finally spoken aloud.
The fragile balance they had been trying to maintain had finally shattered.
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