24-04-2026, 12:43 AM
Chapter 8 – The Drunken Confession
That Sunday evening arrived exactly as Gowtham had planned.
Ramya was back at the hostel. The sky was clear. Suresh and Gowtham sat on the rooftop with a full bottle of whiskey, ice, and snacks. Gowtham kept refilling Suresh’s glass again and again, laughing and encouraging him.
“Anna, one more… today you’re fully free. No tension. Drink properly,” Gowtham said with a charming smile, pouring generously.
Suresh, who was already in a relaxed mood, didn’t refuse. Glass after glass went down. Within two hours, he was heavily drunk — slurring words, laughing loudly, and repeating old stories.
By 11 PM, Suresh could barely stand.
He tried to get up, took two unsteady steps, and suddenly collapsed flat on the floor like a sack of rice.
“Anna… Anna!” Gowtham shook him, but Suresh was completely out.
Gowtham cursed under his breath. The sturdy young man had to use all his strength to lift Suresh’s limp body. He half-carried, half-dragged him down the stairs and into his own flat, sweating heavily by the time he dropped Suresh on the bed.
The next morning, Suresh woke up with a terrible hangover. He sat up, confused, in Gowtham’s bedroom.
Gowtham was sitting on a chair nearby, sipping coffee.
“What happened da?” Suresh groaned, holding his head.
“You drank too much last night, anna,” Gowtham said casually. “You fell flat on the terrace. I carried you here. I didn’t want to disturb Anni and Ramya.”
Suresh sat up slowly. “Thanks da… sorry for the trouble.”
Gowtham stayed silent for a few seconds, then looked at him seriously.
“Anna… I need to talk to you about something. It’s… about Anni.”
Suresh’s heart skipped a beat. His face tightened instantly.
“What? What about her?”
Gowtham acted hesitant, rubbing the back of his neck as if uncomfortable
Suresh tensed immediately. “What happened? Tell me clearly.”
Gowtham looked uncomfortable, as if struggling with guilt.
“Last night while you were drunk… you were talking a lot. You kept saying things like ‘Allow Gowtham once please, Sneha…’ and ‘It will be a thrill…’ You even said you’re bored of using actors for fantasy and nothing is working anymore.”
He paused, then continued with a worried expression:
“Anna, ever since I heard all that, I’ve been feeling very guilty. Did I do something wrong? Is there any problem between you and Anni because of me? Are you both in some kind of trouble? Please tell me the truth. If my presence is causing any issue in your marriage, I will completely stay away. I don’t want to come between you two.”
Suresh sat frozen, his face pale with shock. His heart was hammering.
Gowtham leaned forward, looking genuinely concerned and innocent.
“Anna… please don’t hide anything. I’m like your younger brother now. Tell me what’s really going on. Why were you saying all those things about me in your drunk state? Is it some kind of fantasy? Or is there something else?”
He urged gently but firmly, “Be honest with me, anna. I can handle it. Just tell me the full truth.”
Suresh swallowed hard. His mind was spinning. He hadn’t expected Gowtham to remember or confront him like this. The young man’s steady, caring gaze made it hard to lie completely.
He looked down, voice low and hesitant.
“It’s… it’s nothing serious, Gowtham. It’s just… a private fantasy thing between us. Nothing more.”
But Gowtham didn’t let it go easily. He kept pushing softly, acting worried and curious at the same time.
“Fantasy about me? With Anni?”
He waited, eyes locked on Suresh, patiently urging him to open up further.
That Sunday evening arrived exactly as Gowtham had planned.
Ramya was back at the hostel. The sky was clear. Suresh and Gowtham sat on the rooftop with a full bottle of whiskey, ice, and snacks. Gowtham kept refilling Suresh’s glass again and again, laughing and encouraging him.
“Anna, one more… today you’re fully free. No tension. Drink properly,” Gowtham said with a charming smile, pouring generously.
Suresh, who was already in a relaxed mood, didn’t refuse. Glass after glass went down. Within two hours, he was heavily drunk — slurring words, laughing loudly, and repeating old stories.
By 11 PM, Suresh could barely stand.
He tried to get up, took two unsteady steps, and suddenly collapsed flat on the floor like a sack of rice.
“Anna… Anna!” Gowtham shook him, but Suresh was completely out.
Gowtham cursed under his breath. The sturdy young man had to use all his strength to lift Suresh’s limp body. He half-carried, half-dragged him down the stairs and into his own flat, sweating heavily by the time he dropped Suresh on the bed.
The next morning, Suresh woke up with a terrible hangover. He sat up, confused, in Gowtham’s bedroom.
Gowtham was sitting on a chair nearby, sipping coffee.
“What happened da?” Suresh groaned, holding his head.
“You drank too much last night, anna,” Gowtham said casually. “You fell flat on the terrace. I carried you here. I didn’t want to disturb Anni and Ramya.”
Suresh sat up slowly. “Thanks da… sorry for the trouble.”
Gowtham stayed silent for a few seconds, then looked at him seriously.
“Anna… I need to talk to you about something. It’s… about Anni.”
Suresh’s heart skipped a beat. His face tightened instantly.
“What? What about her?”
Gowtham acted hesitant, rubbing the back of his neck as if uncomfortable
Suresh tensed immediately. “What happened? Tell me clearly.”
Gowtham looked uncomfortable, as if struggling with guilt.
“Last night while you were drunk… you were talking a lot. You kept saying things like ‘Allow Gowtham once please, Sneha…’ and ‘It will be a thrill…’ You even said you’re bored of using actors for fantasy and nothing is working anymore.”
He paused, then continued with a worried expression:
“Anna, ever since I heard all that, I’ve been feeling very guilty. Did I do something wrong? Is there any problem between you and Anni because of me? Are you both in some kind of trouble? Please tell me the truth. If my presence is causing any issue in your marriage, I will completely stay away. I don’t want to come between you two.”
Suresh sat frozen, his face pale with shock. His heart was hammering.
Gowtham leaned forward, looking genuinely concerned and innocent.
“Anna… please don’t hide anything. I’m like your younger brother now. Tell me what’s really going on. Why were you saying all those things about me in your drunk state? Is it some kind of fantasy? Or is there something else?”
He urged gently but firmly, “Be honest with me, anna. I can handle it. Just tell me the full truth.”
Suresh swallowed hard. His mind was spinning. He hadn’t expected Gowtham to remember or confront him like this. The young man’s steady, caring gaze made it hard to lie completely.
He looked down, voice low and hesitant.
“It’s… it’s nothing serious, Gowtham. It’s just… a private fantasy thing between us. Nothing more.”
But Gowtham didn’t let it go easily. He kept pushing softly, acting worried and curious at the same time.
“Fantasy about me? With Anni?”
He waited, eyes locked on Suresh, patiently urging him to open up further.
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