01-05-2026, 11:46 PM
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Chapter 91 - Sneha's Admission and Varsha's demand
Thursday morning, 5:30 AM.
Sneha woke up earlier than usual. For the past many days, early morning sex with Gowtham had left her drained and sleepy, often waking up only after 6. Today, the absence of that exhaustion was noticeable. Her body felt lighter.
She stepped out of the bedroom and caught a glimpse of Suresh already dressed in track pants and a T-shirt, ready for a morning walk. He looked fresh and focused.
“Hey… I’m glad I could see you in the morning without you disappearing or missing,” she said softly, playfully, with a small smile on her face.
Suresh turned and gave her a mocking look. “I too get to witness you in the morning fresh.”
Sneha’s face fell instantly. The remark clearly reminded her of how she had looked the previous morning — tired, freshly fucked, and completely naked when she had rushed out searching for him. She felt a sting of embarrassment.
“I’ll prepare coffee,” she offered quickly.
Suresh shook his head. “Maybe after the walk.”
Sneha felt a strange sense of relief after the small exchange. He is playing like before? It felt almost normal. But she doesn't know Suresh answer is not a playful tease its just a unbothered mockery.
However, the small playful talk, she doesn't want to end, she waited in hall for his return wanting more.
By 6:30, Suresh returned from his walk, slightly sweaty. Sneha handed him a cup of hot coffee. While, Gowtham was still sleeping in the master bedroom.
She tried to continue the conversation. “Tomorrow I’m also coming to pick up Ramya. Don’t forget to call me, okay?”
Suresh nodded.
Then, hesitantly, she added, “I didn’t have sex with Gowtham last night.”
Suresh raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Sneha searched his face. “Won’t you ask why?”
“Why?” he asked calmly.
She took a deep breath. “I feel you are disturbed after my long sessions with him. I know you are deeply hurt, right? I thought you wanted it. but I could see no other reason for your silence recently. I thought this might help to ease you if you are hurt.”
Suresh gave a small smile. Inside his mind, a cold voice echoed: You having sex with him is not my problem. You siding with him and setting rules on me — that was the problem. The Betrayal. But it’s too late now. I’m done with that, Sneha.
Sneha noticed the smile. “Why are you smiling? Did I say something true?”
Suresh shook his head. “No, not true. It’s just… I smiled at your overthinking.”
Sneha pressed further, let me ask you straight.. The question may look shameless : “So… are you fine with me having sex with him?
Suresh Looked at her..
She hesitated and said... i want to be open with you..
Let me admit it openly. Who else do I have other than you? I don’t even have a female friend to share such things. Suresh, I like the sex with him…The reason i had sex with him is you.. i get closer to him for you.. but after sex i really liked it. I feel something new with him. That doesn't mean i don't love you.. in-fact you are my only love, I'm not emotional with him its just Physical.. He will leave us in less than three months. I’m not giving him myself out of Sympathy or something . I’m just selfishly utilizing him. I’m sorry if you feel I’m a shameless person. But that's how we are once right? Will you hate me for this?
You remember when you said you liked a woman somewhere? I said no… I don’t know, I’m possessive about you. But here when I do it… i didn't try to understand your feeling.. can you forgive me?”..
Suresh looked at her for a long moment, then let out a deep breath. “In my case, I never had sex with her. In your case, you two have had sex many times. Telling me this has no effect on me.
Your sex with him is your choice, i don't have any word on it. but you need to remember you are inside a family.”
He looked at her again and thought to himself, She is not trying to make a peace with me, she just looks like making sure I have no issue with her having sex with Gowtham. Nothing else.
Breakfast went by easily. Gowtham eventually joined them. It was a casual, quiet affair. Sneha still thought Gowtham was sulking over her warnings.
At Gowtham's Office
Gowtham reached the office still tense from the previous day’s events. The atmosphere on the floor seemed quieter than usual — almost heavy. His friends and colleagues exchanged brief, cautious glances, as if everyone was walking on eggshells. But the trainees arrived as normal, notebooks in hand, chatting softly among themselves.
When the head walked in, his expression was serious. “I’ll be watching more closely today, Gowtham. Make sure there’s real progress.”
Gowtham forced a confident nod, but inside he was nervous. Still, he pushed through and conducted the training session properly this time — clear explanations, practical examples, and patient corrections. Nothing unusual on the surface.
Yet his eyes kept drifting, again and again, toward the Marathi girl.
Only now did he truly notice her. She was strikingly beautiful — sharp features, long dark hair tied in a simple ponytail, glowing skin, and a natural grace that made her stand out even in a plain salwar kameez. She looked like a heroine from the Bombay industry who had accidentally walked onto a corporate training floor.
Every time he glanced her way, she seemed to sense it. At first, it was just a fleeting moment — her eyes lifting from her notebook and catching his for a split second.
Then it happened again. And again.
She didn’t look away immediately. Instead, she held his gaze with quiet intent, as if studying him, reading something beneath his professional mask. There was no shyness, no nervousness — just calm, deliberate eye contact that sent a strange thrill through him. Each time their eyes met, the air between them felt charged. Gowtham would look away first, pretending to check his slides, only to be drawn back moments later.
She noticed every glance. And she didn’t discourage them.
After the session ended and the head praised him openly (“This is the Gowtham I was missing for weeks. Glad you’re back on track”), Gowtham sat alone in the corner of the training room, still replaying the morning’s tension.
One by one, the trainees packed up and left. The room grew quiet.
Then, the Marathi girl came back in.
Gowtham looked up. She hadn’t told anyone about his Tamil curses from the previous day. She must have some hidden motive, he thought, his pulse quickening.
She walked up to him confidently and extended her hand for a handshake.
“I’m Varsha,” she said simply, her voice soft but steady, a small, unreadable smile playing on her lips.
Gowtham didn’t take her hand. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and looked at her coldly.
“Cut the crap. What do you really want?” he said. “You want something from me, that’s why you didn’t complain about me to the Head.”
Varsha slowly withdrew her hand, unfazed. The small smile remained on her face.
“You got it,” she replied. “I have a demand. Meet me tomorrow at 11 AM near the Coffee Day. Let me tell you what I want.”
She turned and left like a wave — graceful, confident, and completely in control.
Gowtham stared at the empty doorway, a dangerous mix of irritation, intrigue, and suspicion swirling inside him.
Gowtham got a new headache, What could be her "Demand" ?
Thursday morning, 5:30 AM.
Sneha woke up earlier than usual. For the past many days, early morning sex with Gowtham had left her drained and sleepy, often waking up only after 6. Today, the absence of that exhaustion was noticeable. Her body felt lighter.
She stepped out of the bedroom and caught a glimpse of Suresh already dressed in track pants and a T-shirt, ready for a morning walk. He looked fresh and focused.
“Hey… I’m glad I could see you in the morning without you disappearing or missing,” she said softly, playfully, with a small smile on her face.
Suresh turned and gave her a mocking look. “I too get to witness you in the morning fresh.”
Sneha’s face fell instantly. The remark clearly reminded her of how she had looked the previous morning — tired, freshly fucked, and completely naked when she had rushed out searching for him. She felt a sting of embarrassment.
“I’ll prepare coffee,” she offered quickly.
Suresh shook his head. “Maybe after the walk.”
Sneha felt a strange sense of relief after the small exchange. He is playing like before? It felt almost normal. But she doesn't know Suresh answer is not a playful tease its just a unbothered mockery.
However, the small playful talk, she doesn't want to end, she waited in hall for his return wanting more.
By 6:30, Suresh returned from his walk, slightly sweaty. Sneha handed him a cup of hot coffee. While, Gowtham was still sleeping in the master bedroom.
She tried to continue the conversation. “Tomorrow I’m also coming to pick up Ramya. Don’t forget to call me, okay?”
Suresh nodded.
Then, hesitantly, she added, “I didn’t have sex with Gowtham last night.”
Suresh raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Sneha searched his face. “Won’t you ask why?”
“Why?” he asked calmly.
She took a deep breath. “I feel you are disturbed after my long sessions with him. I know you are deeply hurt, right? I thought you wanted it. but I could see no other reason for your silence recently. I thought this might help to ease you if you are hurt.”
Suresh gave a small smile. Inside his mind, a cold voice echoed: You having sex with him is not my problem. You siding with him and setting rules on me — that was the problem. The Betrayal. But it’s too late now. I’m done with that, Sneha.
Sneha noticed the smile. “Why are you smiling? Did I say something true?”
Suresh shook his head. “No, not true. It’s just… I smiled at your overthinking.”
Sneha pressed further, let me ask you straight.. The question may look shameless : “So… are you fine with me having sex with him?
Suresh Looked at her..
She hesitated and said... i want to be open with you..
Let me admit it openly. Who else do I have other than you? I don’t even have a female friend to share such things. Suresh, I like the sex with him…The reason i had sex with him is you.. i get closer to him for you.. but after sex i really liked it. I feel something new with him. That doesn't mean i don't love you.. in-fact you are my only love, I'm not emotional with him its just Physical.. He will leave us in less than three months. I’m not giving him myself out of Sympathy or something . I’m just selfishly utilizing him. I’m sorry if you feel I’m a shameless person. But that's how we are once right? Will you hate me for this?
You remember when you said you liked a woman somewhere? I said no… I don’t know, I’m possessive about you. But here when I do it… i didn't try to understand your feeling.. can you forgive me?”..
Suresh looked at her for a long moment, then let out a deep breath. “In my case, I never had sex with her. In your case, you two have had sex many times. Telling me this has no effect on me.
Your sex with him is your choice, i don't have any word on it. but you need to remember you are inside a family.”
He looked at her again and thought to himself, She is not trying to make a peace with me, she just looks like making sure I have no issue with her having sex with Gowtham. Nothing else.
Breakfast went by easily. Gowtham eventually joined them. It was a casual, quiet affair. Sneha still thought Gowtham was sulking over her warnings.
At Gowtham's Office
Gowtham reached the office still tense from the previous day’s events. The atmosphere on the floor seemed quieter than usual — almost heavy. His friends and colleagues exchanged brief, cautious glances, as if everyone was walking on eggshells. But the trainees arrived as normal, notebooks in hand, chatting softly among themselves.
When the head walked in, his expression was serious. “I’ll be watching more closely today, Gowtham. Make sure there’s real progress.”
Gowtham forced a confident nod, but inside he was nervous. Still, he pushed through and conducted the training session properly this time — clear explanations, practical examples, and patient corrections. Nothing unusual on the surface.
Yet his eyes kept drifting, again and again, toward the Marathi girl.
Only now did he truly notice her. She was strikingly beautiful — sharp features, long dark hair tied in a simple ponytail, glowing skin, and a natural grace that made her stand out even in a plain salwar kameez. She looked like a heroine from the Bombay industry who had accidentally walked onto a corporate training floor.
Every time he glanced her way, she seemed to sense it. At first, it was just a fleeting moment — her eyes lifting from her notebook and catching his for a split second.
Then it happened again. And again.
She didn’t look away immediately. Instead, she held his gaze with quiet intent, as if studying him, reading something beneath his professional mask. There was no shyness, no nervousness — just calm, deliberate eye contact that sent a strange thrill through him. Each time their eyes met, the air between them felt charged. Gowtham would look away first, pretending to check his slides, only to be drawn back moments later.
She noticed every glance. And she didn’t discourage them.
After the session ended and the head praised him openly (“This is the Gowtham I was missing for weeks. Glad you’re back on track”), Gowtham sat alone in the corner of the training room, still replaying the morning’s tension.
One by one, the trainees packed up and left. The room grew quiet.
Then, the Marathi girl came back in.
Gowtham looked up. She hadn’t told anyone about his Tamil curses from the previous day. She must have some hidden motive, he thought, his pulse quickening.
She walked up to him confidently and extended her hand for a handshake.
“I’m Varsha,” she said simply, her voice soft but steady, a small, unreadable smile playing on her lips.
Gowtham didn’t take her hand. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and looked at her coldly.
“Cut the crap. What do you really want?” he said. “You want something from me, that’s why you didn’t complain about me to the Head.”
Varsha slowly withdrew her hand, unfazed. The small smile remained on her face.
“You got it,” she replied. “I have a demand. Meet me tomorrow at 11 AM near the Coffee Day. Let me tell you what I want.”
She turned and left like a wave — graceful, confident, and completely in control.
Gowtham stared at the empty doorway, a dangerous mix of irritation, intrigue, and suspicion swirling inside him.
Gowtham got a new headache, What could be her "Demand" ?
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