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UPDATE 22
Gurusamy
He was a 60-year-old man built like a bull — strong, sturdy, and full of raw energy. He had never married. He would occasionally visit his relatives and helped them generously without keeping any accounts. He had supported many people in many ways. His philosophy was simple: earn without counting, and spend without counting.
Gurusamy was Velu’s close friend. Velu trusted him completely, believing him to be a good man — and to some extent, that was true. But Velu had no idea about Gurusamy’s dark side. Just like how Velu himself had developed some dark desires recently, Gurusamy had harboured many dark secrets since he was 19 years old.
Velu trusted him because, during the time when Velu was struggling and earning everything through hard work, this wealthy heir Gurusamy had partnered with him in several businesses without any trace of jealousy. He had even taken the lead in arranging Velu’s marriage. Over time, he became Velu’s trusted friend. Later, when Velu decided to step back and remain only a sleeping partner in most businesses, Gurusamy agreed without hesitation.
Velu retained only two businesses for himself and handed over the operations to trusted people — especially the modelling agency and the textile shop. He ran all the accounts for these businesses, along with other ventures, from a separate office that functioned like a head office. This was mainly because his sons had decided to settle abroad. He thought, “What’s the point of earning so much? Whatever I have is enough. When my sons ask, I can hand over the properties.”
But Gurusamy was different. He actively ran multiple businesses, studied a lot, travelled to many countries, learned various traditional medicines, and became a partner in numerous ventures in different capacities. He maintained powerful contacts — including politicians, security officer officers, and even underworld dons. He had earned respect even among ministers.
He also performed a lot of charity and donations. He believed that at least through these good deeds, he could somehow balance the sins he was committing.
In society, he was seen as a respectable, kind-hearted elder. But his private life was something entirely different.
Women… Women… and more Women.
He was an extreme womanizer. From young virgins to old women, he had tasted females of all ages without any discrimination.
Yet, he had never once visited a prostitute.
1985
Gurusamy was around 19 years old at the time. He had an elder sister, two years older, who was already married.
Although he had learned about sex through his friends, his main source of pleasure back then was secretly watching women bathe in the river along with his friends. When they went to town, they would occasionally get their hands on some yellow-covered porn books, which they would read secretly and hide with great difficulty.
Life was going on like this until one day, everything changed.
Gurusamy belonged to the richest family in the village. Until then, he had never physically experienced a woman.
One of the maids who worked at his house was a woman named Padma. Her son was the same age as Gurusamy — they were even friends and studied in the same college.
After finishing college, Gurusamy joined an engineering college because his family had money. Padma’s son wanted to become a doctor. Even though he scored well in 12th grade, it wasn’t enough to secure a merit seat. The family couldn’t afford to pay for a paid seat in medical college, so the boy ended up working on a farm.
People in the village kept advising Padma: “Look, Padma, do something and educate your son. If he becomes a doctor, it will be a blessing for your entire family. Go and ask help from the big landlord you work for.”
Seeing her son’s hard labour on the farm despite his good marks, Padma gathered courage and went to Gurusamy’s father to ask for help. But the old man replied cruelly, “If everyone starts studying, who will work in the fields? I’m not saying you shouldn’t educate him, but I can’t give money for it.”
Padma was desperate. She pawned whatever little valuables she had — including her mangalsutra — and borrowed money at high interest. Her husband also collected whatever he could. They somehow managed to get their son admitted to college, but the management demanded another ₹10,000 immediately.
“If you pay this, we won’t ask for any more money for the next five years. After five years, you will see your son as a doctor,” they said. Those words deeply touched Padma’s heart. There were only two weeks left for the admission deadline. They were in deep distress — where could they find ₹10,000?
They tried everywhere but couldn’t raise the money. Some people from their street and a few villagers managed to collect ₹3,000. But they still needed ₹7,000 more, and there was no hope left.
Once again, swallowing her pride, Padma went to Gurusamy’s father. This time too, he spoke harshly and hurt her deeply.
Only two days remained for the admission.
That morning, Padma went to the river later than usual. After all the other women had left, she washed her clothes and then stepped into the water to bathe. Suddenly, she felt like someone was watching her from the bushes. She turned around sharply. In that moment, her petticoat slipped down, exposing half of her breasts. She quickly clutched it tightly to her chest.
The person watching her was none other than Gurusamy.
Normally, Gurusamy and his friends would hide and watch women bathing in the river. That day too, they were hiding, waiting. But no one came for a long time. Just as they were about to leave, they heard the sound of anklets. When the woman removed her saree, they realized in shock that it was their friend’s mother. Feeling guilty, they decided it was wrong and left immediately.
On the way back, Gurusamy realized he had lost his watch. Afraid that if someone else found it, his reputation would be ruined, he ran back alone to the spot to retrieve it.
There, he saw Padma — his friend’s mother — who worked in his own house. She had removed her saree and tied her petticoat high above her breasts, about to step into the water. Gurusamy meant to just pick up his watch and leave, but the moment he saw Padma in that half-naked state, he froze. Forgetting that she was his friend’s mother, he stood there watching her bathe. That was when Padma caught him.
Half her breasts were exposed. Padma was desperately holding her petticoat tightly to cover the rest.
“Thambi… (Brother)”
“What is this, Thambi…? How could you…?”
“I trusted you so much… I work in your house… and on top of that, I am your friend’s mother… How could you do this to me…?”
Tears rolled down her eyes as she spoke.
“Oh no… Please forgive me… Forgive me…” Gurusamy stammered. “If I had known it was you, we would have left immediately. My watch fell here somehow. I was scared that if someone else found it, my honour would be gone. That’s why I came back. When I saw you like this while picking up the watch… I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I’m sorry…”
“It’s wrong to say this… but still… apart from being my friend’s mother, I saw you as a woman… and I admired you. I’m really sorry…”
“Thambi!!” Padma shouted. “What are you saying?! If anyone hears this, it will be a huge disgrace! First, get out of here!”
“We are struggling so much to put my son in college. Tomorrow is the last day for admission and we don’t have money… And on top of that, you are doing this… Please leave now, Thambi!”
She quickly ran behind another bush, hurriedly wore her saree, picked up her bundle of clothes, and rushed home.
On her way back, she met her husband on the road. He looked dejected.
“No money anywhere, dear. How are we going to arrange ₹7000 in one day? Our son’s education… that’s it. It’s over.”
At that exact moment, Gurusamy came riding his father’s old Bullet motorcycle and stopped in front of them.
“There’s some urgent work at home, Amma. Amma asked me to bring you immediately,” he said.
Padma’s husband immediately told her, “Go and ask the landlord one more time without shame. Tomorrow is the last day.”
Padma hesitated but agreed. She told Gurusamy, “You go ahead, Thambi. I’ll come behind.”
But Gurusamy insisted, “Amma asked me to bring you right now.”
Her husband also urged her, “He’s calling you, go quickly.”
With no other choice, Padma sat on the motorcycle behind Gurusamy.
After riding some distance, Gurusamy stopped the bike under a large tree.
“Thambi… why did you stop here? Start the bike, let’s go…”
“Just a minute…”
“There’s no urgent work at home. No one called you. Amma and Appa have gone to a wedding in another town. They will only return tomorrow afternoon.”
“I had an idea… that’s why I brought you here… to help you…”
“Thambi… what help? Why are you talking like this? Something feels wrong… I’m leaving,” Padma said and started walking back hurriedly.
Seeing her leave, Gurusamy calmly said from behind:
“I will give you the money your son needs for college admission. You don’t even have to return it.”
Padma’s feet stopped instantly.
She turned around.
“Thambi… if you want to help, you should do it with a good heart. What you’re saying is wrong…”
“I’m saying it correctly,” Gurusamy said as he walked closer to her.
“Right now, no one except me can help you. You need ₹7000. No one will give you that much money without expecting something in return. And even if they do, you know very well what they will demand…”
“I’m not asking for all that. What I want is very simple. If you agree to just that, tomorrow you can pay the fees for your son — my friend — and his future will be secured.”
“My father will never give you the money. Even if you’re sick, he might help, but for education, especially for your son… he will never give.”
“So… do you agree to what I’m saying?”
Tears flowing down her cheeks, Padma asked in a broken voice:
“Thambi… I am your friend’s mother… How can you ask me something like this?”
Gurusamy replied emotionally:
“I know… You have worked in our house for so many years. I have always seen you with respect. I have never misbehaved with you. I also know this is wrong. If I have to say it shamelessly… look how my hands and legs are trembling even while talking about it. This is my first time. At our age, even if we watch other women in the river, we have never seen anyone fully naked. The moment we realized it was you today, we decided to leave. But when I came back for my watch and saw you half-naked… I couldn’t control myself. Honestly… you looked so beautiful. I have never seen a woman fully naked before. Now you also need the money desperately. Someone else might have asked you to do much worse things for money. But I’m not asking for that much. I only have one desire…”
“I just want to see you fully naked once… the same way I saw you in the river… that’s all.”
The moment she heard this, Padma covered her ears with her hands and cried out, “Thambi!!”
Gurusamy immediately took out a bundle of ₹10,000 in cash and held it in front of her.
Padma fell silent the moment she saw the money.
“Here, take it. If you take this bundle, it means you agree. If not, I will leave the same way I came. I will count till ten. Tell me your decision before that.”
Gurusamy started counting.
Padma started thinking about her son’s future.
She cried out loudly once, then with trembling hands and a heavy heart, she took the bundle of notes from Gurusamy’s hand.
“Fine… You can go now. It will feel awkward for you to come home right now. Listen to what I say,” Gurusamy told her his plan and sent her home.
When Padma reached home, she told her husband, “The money has been arranged.”
Her husband was overjoyed. “Did the landlord give it?”
She hesitated and said, “Actually… it wasn’t the landlord. It was Amma (Gurusamy’s mother) who gave it secretly.”
She spun a convincing story about how Amma gave the money without her husband’s knowledge because tomorrow was the last day, and how she had asked Padma to cook for Gurusamy that night since the family was away, and that she might have to stay overnight.
Her husband and son believed the story completely.
“Amma has helped us so much. It’s only one night. No problem. You go tonight. We will come to the bus stand in the morning.”
Padma, with a heavy heart and a fake smile, prepared herself.
Padma was 40 years old.
Her husband was 42.
Her son (Gurusamy’s friend) was 19 — the same age as Gurusamy.
In the evening, after cooking and bathing, Padma kissed her son on the forehead, said goodbye to her husband, and left.
Her husband insisted on dropping her on his bicycle. Padma sat behind him as he pedalled towards the big landlord’s house.
For Padma, tonight was going to be a battlefield.
As they reached the huge house, Gurusamy was watching them from the upstairs window, a dark smile playing on his lips.
Gurusamy
He was a 60-year-old man built like a bull — strong, sturdy, and full of raw energy. He had never married. He would occasionally visit his relatives and helped them generously without keeping any accounts. He had supported many people in many ways. His philosophy was simple: earn without counting, and spend without counting.
Gurusamy was Velu’s close friend. Velu trusted him completely, believing him to be a good man — and to some extent, that was true. But Velu had no idea about Gurusamy’s dark side. Just like how Velu himself had developed some dark desires recently, Gurusamy had harboured many dark secrets since he was 19 years old.
Velu trusted him because, during the time when Velu was struggling and earning everything through hard work, this wealthy heir Gurusamy had partnered with him in several businesses without any trace of jealousy. He had even taken the lead in arranging Velu’s marriage. Over time, he became Velu’s trusted friend. Later, when Velu decided to step back and remain only a sleeping partner in most businesses, Gurusamy agreed without hesitation.
Velu retained only two businesses for himself and handed over the operations to trusted people — especially the modelling agency and the textile shop. He ran all the accounts for these businesses, along with other ventures, from a separate office that functioned like a head office. This was mainly because his sons had decided to settle abroad. He thought, “What’s the point of earning so much? Whatever I have is enough. When my sons ask, I can hand over the properties.”
But Gurusamy was different. He actively ran multiple businesses, studied a lot, travelled to many countries, learned various traditional medicines, and became a partner in numerous ventures in different capacities. He maintained powerful contacts — including politicians, security officer officers, and even underworld dons. He had earned respect even among ministers.
He also performed a lot of charity and donations. He believed that at least through these good deeds, he could somehow balance the sins he was committing.
In society, he was seen as a respectable, kind-hearted elder. But his private life was something entirely different.
Women… Women… and more Women.
He was an extreme womanizer. From young virgins to old women, he had tasted females of all ages without any discrimination.
Yet, he had never once visited a prostitute.
1985
Gurusamy was around 19 years old at the time. He had an elder sister, two years older, who was already married.
Although he had learned about sex through his friends, his main source of pleasure back then was secretly watching women bathe in the river along with his friends. When they went to town, they would occasionally get their hands on some yellow-covered porn books, which they would read secretly and hide with great difficulty.
Life was going on like this until one day, everything changed.
Gurusamy belonged to the richest family in the village. Until then, he had never physically experienced a woman.
One of the maids who worked at his house was a woman named Padma. Her son was the same age as Gurusamy — they were even friends and studied in the same college.
After finishing college, Gurusamy joined an engineering college because his family had money. Padma’s son wanted to become a doctor. Even though he scored well in 12th grade, it wasn’t enough to secure a merit seat. The family couldn’t afford to pay for a paid seat in medical college, so the boy ended up working on a farm.
People in the village kept advising Padma: “Look, Padma, do something and educate your son. If he becomes a doctor, it will be a blessing for your entire family. Go and ask help from the big landlord you work for.”
Seeing her son’s hard labour on the farm despite his good marks, Padma gathered courage and went to Gurusamy’s father to ask for help. But the old man replied cruelly, “If everyone starts studying, who will work in the fields? I’m not saying you shouldn’t educate him, but I can’t give money for it.”
Padma was desperate. She pawned whatever little valuables she had — including her mangalsutra — and borrowed money at high interest. Her husband also collected whatever he could. They somehow managed to get their son admitted to college, but the management demanded another ₹10,000 immediately.
“If you pay this, we won’t ask for any more money for the next five years. After five years, you will see your son as a doctor,” they said. Those words deeply touched Padma’s heart. There were only two weeks left for the admission deadline. They were in deep distress — where could they find ₹10,000?
They tried everywhere but couldn’t raise the money. Some people from their street and a few villagers managed to collect ₹3,000. But they still needed ₹7,000 more, and there was no hope left.
Once again, swallowing her pride, Padma went to Gurusamy’s father. This time too, he spoke harshly and hurt her deeply.
Only two days remained for the admission.
That morning, Padma went to the river later than usual. After all the other women had left, she washed her clothes and then stepped into the water to bathe. Suddenly, she felt like someone was watching her from the bushes. She turned around sharply. In that moment, her petticoat slipped down, exposing half of her breasts. She quickly clutched it tightly to her chest.
The person watching her was none other than Gurusamy.
Normally, Gurusamy and his friends would hide and watch women bathing in the river. That day too, they were hiding, waiting. But no one came for a long time. Just as they were about to leave, they heard the sound of anklets. When the woman removed her saree, they realized in shock that it was their friend’s mother. Feeling guilty, they decided it was wrong and left immediately.
On the way back, Gurusamy realized he had lost his watch. Afraid that if someone else found it, his reputation would be ruined, he ran back alone to the spot to retrieve it.
There, he saw Padma — his friend’s mother — who worked in his own house. She had removed her saree and tied her petticoat high above her breasts, about to step into the water. Gurusamy meant to just pick up his watch and leave, but the moment he saw Padma in that half-naked state, he froze. Forgetting that she was his friend’s mother, he stood there watching her bathe. That was when Padma caught him.
Half her breasts were exposed. Padma was desperately holding her petticoat tightly to cover the rest.
“Thambi… (Brother)”
“What is this, Thambi…? How could you…?”
“I trusted you so much… I work in your house… and on top of that, I am your friend’s mother… How could you do this to me…?”
Tears rolled down her eyes as she spoke.
“Oh no… Please forgive me… Forgive me…” Gurusamy stammered. “If I had known it was you, we would have left immediately. My watch fell here somehow. I was scared that if someone else found it, my honour would be gone. That’s why I came back. When I saw you like this while picking up the watch… I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I’m sorry…”
“It’s wrong to say this… but still… apart from being my friend’s mother, I saw you as a woman… and I admired you. I’m really sorry…”
“Thambi!!” Padma shouted. “What are you saying?! If anyone hears this, it will be a huge disgrace! First, get out of here!”
“We are struggling so much to put my son in college. Tomorrow is the last day for admission and we don’t have money… And on top of that, you are doing this… Please leave now, Thambi!”
She quickly ran behind another bush, hurriedly wore her saree, picked up her bundle of clothes, and rushed home.
On her way back, she met her husband on the road. He looked dejected.
“No money anywhere, dear. How are we going to arrange ₹7000 in one day? Our son’s education… that’s it. It’s over.”
At that exact moment, Gurusamy came riding his father’s old Bullet motorcycle and stopped in front of them.
“There’s some urgent work at home, Amma. Amma asked me to bring you immediately,” he said.
Padma’s husband immediately told her, “Go and ask the landlord one more time without shame. Tomorrow is the last day.”
Padma hesitated but agreed. She told Gurusamy, “You go ahead, Thambi. I’ll come behind.”
But Gurusamy insisted, “Amma asked me to bring you right now.”
Her husband also urged her, “He’s calling you, go quickly.”
With no other choice, Padma sat on the motorcycle behind Gurusamy.
After riding some distance, Gurusamy stopped the bike under a large tree.
“Thambi… why did you stop here? Start the bike, let’s go…”
“Just a minute…”
“There’s no urgent work at home. No one called you. Amma and Appa have gone to a wedding in another town. They will only return tomorrow afternoon.”
“I had an idea… that’s why I brought you here… to help you…”
“Thambi… what help? Why are you talking like this? Something feels wrong… I’m leaving,” Padma said and started walking back hurriedly.
Seeing her leave, Gurusamy calmly said from behind:
“I will give you the money your son needs for college admission. You don’t even have to return it.”
Padma’s feet stopped instantly.
She turned around.
“Thambi… if you want to help, you should do it with a good heart. What you’re saying is wrong…”
“I’m saying it correctly,” Gurusamy said as he walked closer to her.
“Right now, no one except me can help you. You need ₹7000. No one will give you that much money without expecting something in return. And even if they do, you know very well what they will demand…”
“I’m not asking for all that. What I want is very simple. If you agree to just that, tomorrow you can pay the fees for your son — my friend — and his future will be secured.”
“My father will never give you the money. Even if you’re sick, he might help, but for education, especially for your son… he will never give.”
“So… do you agree to what I’m saying?”
Tears flowing down her cheeks, Padma asked in a broken voice:
“Thambi… I am your friend’s mother… How can you ask me something like this?”
Gurusamy replied emotionally:
“I know… You have worked in our house for so many years. I have always seen you with respect. I have never misbehaved with you. I also know this is wrong. If I have to say it shamelessly… look how my hands and legs are trembling even while talking about it. This is my first time. At our age, even if we watch other women in the river, we have never seen anyone fully naked. The moment we realized it was you today, we decided to leave. But when I came back for my watch and saw you half-naked… I couldn’t control myself. Honestly… you looked so beautiful. I have never seen a woman fully naked before. Now you also need the money desperately. Someone else might have asked you to do much worse things for money. But I’m not asking for that much. I only have one desire…”
“I just want to see you fully naked once… the same way I saw you in the river… that’s all.”
The moment she heard this, Padma covered her ears with her hands and cried out, “Thambi!!”
Gurusamy immediately took out a bundle of ₹10,000 in cash and held it in front of her.
Padma fell silent the moment she saw the money.
“Here, take it. If you take this bundle, it means you agree. If not, I will leave the same way I came. I will count till ten. Tell me your decision before that.”
Gurusamy started counting.
Padma started thinking about her son’s future.
She cried out loudly once, then with trembling hands and a heavy heart, she took the bundle of notes from Gurusamy’s hand.
“Fine… You can go now. It will feel awkward for you to come home right now. Listen to what I say,” Gurusamy told her his plan and sent her home.
When Padma reached home, she told her husband, “The money has been arranged.”
Her husband was overjoyed. “Did the landlord give it?”
She hesitated and said, “Actually… it wasn’t the landlord. It was Amma (Gurusamy’s mother) who gave it secretly.”
She spun a convincing story about how Amma gave the money without her husband’s knowledge because tomorrow was the last day, and how she had asked Padma to cook for Gurusamy that night since the family was away, and that she might have to stay overnight.
Her husband and son believed the story completely.
“Amma has helped us so much. It’s only one night. No problem. You go tonight. We will come to the bus stand in the morning.”
Padma, with a heavy heart and a fake smile, prepared herself.
Padma was 40 years old.
Her husband was 42.
Her son (Gurusamy’s friend) was 19 — the same age as Gurusamy.
In the evening, after cooking and bathing, Padma kissed her son on the forehead, said goodbye to her husband, and left.
Her husband insisted on dropping her on his bicycle. Padma sat behind him as he pedalled towards the big landlord’s house.
For Padma, tonight was going to be a battlefield.
As they reached the huge house, Gurusamy was watching them from the upstairs window, a dark smile playing on his lips.
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