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Chapter 32 – The Recordings Begin
The next morning, as soon as Suresh left for office, Gowtham’s phone buzzed.
Suresh: Thank you da… I can see a change in her last night. I’m very much thankful to you.
Gowtham smirked, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. He quickly typed a reply:
Gowtham: Yes, everything is going as per plan. I will send each seduction video as you asked.
He immediately took a screenshot of the entire conversation, deleted the original chat thread, and then sent a follow-up:
Gowtham: It’s just the start, anna. Soon all good things will happen.
Perfect. Clean. No trace.
He slipped the phone into his pocket and walked straight across the corridor to Sneha’s door.
Sneha opened the door wearing a simple maroon cotton saree. Her hair was still slightly damp from her morning bath, and a few strands clung to her neck. She looked tired, but beautiful.
Gowtham stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and showed her the screenshot.
“See? We hit a big win. He trusted us completely. He’s believing the act now.”
Sneha read the messages silently. Her eyes widened when she saw the words “seduction video”.
Her face paled.
“What did you mean by ‘I will send you seduction video’?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Gowtham kept his tone calm and reassuring.
“Suresh wants proof, Sneha. He wants clips. Videos. He wants to see how I’m getting closer to you… how I’m seducing you step by step. That’s what’s going to help his erection problem right now.”
Sneha shivered visibly. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling exposed.
“Clips? Like… actual videos of us?” Her voice cracked. “Gowtham, I… I don’t know if I can do this.”
Gowtham stepped closer, his presence calm but commanding.
“It’s just an act, Sneha. Nothing real will happen. You just be yourself — cook, move around the house, sit, talk normally. I’ll do some creepy, seductive things behind you. You act like you’re unaware of it. That fear, that tension in you… that’s exactly what he wants to see. That’s what will excite him.”
He paused, then added softly:
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. But if we do this right,
He’ll become obsessed with what he thinks is happening between us… and we’ll control everything.”
Sneha stood there, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. A storm of emotions — fear, guilt, anxiety… and a strange, forbidden curiosity — played across her face.
After a long, painful silence, she finally whispered:
“Okay… let’s do it.”
Gowtham’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.
“Good. We’ll start today.”
First Recording – Kitchen
Gowtham set his phone on the kitchen counter, propped at the perfect angle, and hit record. The red light blinked once — silent witness.
Sneha stood at the stove, stirring the sambar, wearing a simple light blue cotton saree. The fabric clung gently to her mature, curvaceous body after the afternoon heat. Her wide hips swayed naturally with every stir of the ladle.
Gowtham moved in slowly.
He stepped right behind her, so close that she could feel the heat radiating from his sturdy chest. His broad frame towered over her. Without warning, he reached up with his right arm to grab a utensil from the shelf above her head. His muscular arm brushed deliberately against the side of her breast as he did so.
Sneha’s breath hitched sharply.
His hips pressed lightly against her soft, round ass for a few long seconds. The thin layers of cloth between them did almost nothing to hide the firmness of his body. He stayed there longer than necessary, pretending to search for something, letting his pelvis rest firmly against her.
Sneha’s fingers tightened around the ladle. Her breathing became shallow and quick. She could feel the hard outline of his body against her, the subtle heat, the controlled power. A forbidden shiver ran down her spine.
Gowtham leaned in slightly, his lips close to her ear, voice low and husky — just loud enough for the camera to catch.
“Careful, Sneha… the stove is hot.”
His breath fanned against the sensitive skin of her neck. His left hand casually rested on her waist for a moment, fingers pressing lightly into the soft flesh above her saree petticoat, as if steadying her.
Sneha’s heart hammered wildly. She didn’t pull away. She stayed silent, playing the role of the unaware wife, exactly as instructed. But her body betrayed her — a visible flush crept up her neck and chest. Her nipples hardened visibly against the thin blouse.
Gowtham didn’t move back immediately. He let the moment linger, his hips giving the tiniest, almost imperceptible grind against her ass before finally stepping away, as if nothing had happened.
He reached for a glass of water, took a slow sip, and gave the camera a subtle, satisfied glance.
Sneha stood frozen for a few seconds after he moved away, her thighs pressed tightly together. A strange warmth had pooled between her legs. She felt guilty… ashamed… and disturbingly aware of how her body had reacted to the young, sturdy man behind her.
Gowtham stopped the recording, his eyes dark with lust and triumph.
“That’s the first one,” he whispered. “He’s going to lose his mind when he sees this.”
Sneha didn’t reply. She simply turned back to the stove, her hands trembling slightly as she continued cooking.
The seduction game had officially begun.
The next morning, as soon as Suresh left for office, Gowtham’s phone buzzed.
Suresh: Thank you da… I can see a change in her last night. I’m very much thankful to you.
Gowtham smirked, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. He quickly typed a reply:
Gowtham: Yes, everything is going as per plan. I will send each seduction video as you asked.
He immediately took a screenshot of the entire conversation, deleted the original chat thread, and then sent a follow-up:
Gowtham: It’s just the start, anna. Soon all good things will happen.
Perfect. Clean. No trace.
He slipped the phone into his pocket and walked straight across the corridor to Sneha’s door.
Sneha opened the door wearing a simple maroon cotton saree. Her hair was still slightly damp from her morning bath, and a few strands clung to her neck. She looked tired, but beautiful.
Gowtham stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and showed her the screenshot.
“See? We hit a big win. He trusted us completely. He’s believing the act now.”
Sneha read the messages silently. Her eyes widened when she saw the words “seduction video”.
Her face paled.
“What did you mean by ‘I will send you seduction video’?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Gowtham kept his tone calm and reassuring.
“Suresh wants proof, Sneha. He wants clips. Videos. He wants to see how I’m getting closer to you… how I’m seducing you step by step. That’s what’s going to help his erection problem right now.”
Sneha shivered visibly. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling exposed.
“Clips? Like… actual videos of us?” Her voice cracked. “Gowtham, I… I don’t know if I can do this.”
Gowtham stepped closer, his presence calm but commanding.
“It’s just an act, Sneha. Nothing real will happen. You just be yourself — cook, move around the house, sit, talk normally. I’ll do some creepy, seductive things behind you. You act like you’re unaware of it. That fear, that tension in you… that’s exactly what he wants to see. That’s what will excite him.”
He paused, then added softly:
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. But if we do this right,
He’ll become obsessed with what he thinks is happening between us… and we’ll control everything.”
Sneha stood there, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. A storm of emotions — fear, guilt, anxiety… and a strange, forbidden curiosity — played across her face.
After a long, painful silence, she finally whispered:
“Okay… let’s do it.”
Gowtham’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.
“Good. We’ll start today.”
First Recording – Kitchen
Gowtham set his phone on the kitchen counter, propped at the perfect angle, and hit record. The red light blinked once — silent witness.
Sneha stood at the stove, stirring the sambar, wearing a simple light blue cotton saree. The fabric clung gently to her mature, curvaceous body after the afternoon heat. Her wide hips swayed naturally with every stir of the ladle.
Gowtham moved in slowly.
He stepped right behind her, so close that she could feel the heat radiating from his sturdy chest. His broad frame towered over her. Without warning, he reached up with his right arm to grab a utensil from the shelf above her head. His muscular arm brushed deliberately against the side of her breast as he did so.
Sneha’s breath hitched sharply.
His hips pressed lightly against her soft, round ass for a few long seconds. The thin layers of cloth between them did almost nothing to hide the firmness of his body. He stayed there longer than necessary, pretending to search for something, letting his pelvis rest firmly against her.
Sneha’s fingers tightened around the ladle. Her breathing became shallow and quick. She could feel the hard outline of his body against her, the subtle heat, the controlled power. A forbidden shiver ran down her spine.
Gowtham leaned in slightly, his lips close to her ear, voice low and husky — just loud enough for the camera to catch.
“Careful, Sneha… the stove is hot.”
His breath fanned against the sensitive skin of her neck. His left hand casually rested on her waist for a moment, fingers pressing lightly into the soft flesh above her saree petticoat, as if steadying her.
Sneha’s heart hammered wildly. She didn’t pull away. She stayed silent, playing the role of the unaware wife, exactly as instructed. But her body betrayed her — a visible flush crept up her neck and chest. Her nipples hardened visibly against the thin blouse.
Gowtham didn’t move back immediately. He let the moment linger, his hips giving the tiniest, almost imperceptible grind against her ass before finally stepping away, as if nothing had happened.
He reached for a glass of water, took a slow sip, and gave the camera a subtle, satisfied glance.
Sneha stood frozen for a few seconds after he moved away, her thighs pressed tightly together. A strange warmth had pooled between her legs. She felt guilty… ashamed… and disturbingly aware of how her body had reacted to the young, sturdy man behind her.
Gowtham stopped the recording, his eyes dark with lust and triumph.
“That’s the first one,” he whispered. “He’s going to lose his mind when he sees this.”
Sneha didn’t reply. She simply turned back to the stove, her hands trembling slightly as she continued cooking.
The seduction game had officially begun.
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