02-05-2026, 09:28 PM
Chapter 93 - Stolen Secrets
Saturday evening arrived with a quiet tension hanging over the house.
Gowtham had tried to meet his boss directly in the evening just before office hours ended, but he was already heading to Delhi for a meeting. “We’ll talk on Wednesday,” his boss had said. Gowtham clenched his jaw the entire day. Should I really tolerate that girl till Wednesday? The curiosity was eating him alive.
He reached home late, after 7 PM. Suresh arrived at the same time.
Sneha was busy with Ramya in the living room, playing and laughing. Suresh joined them without a word, sitting on the floor and lifting Ramya onto his lap. As he played with her, his mind was elsewhere.
The lawyer’s words lingered in his ears. Ramya should never know about any of this — my actions or her mother’s. Kids should never have to go through something like this.
He decided then and there that he would try to make the divorce as smooth as possible through mutual consent. But he had no solid proof yet. No photos, no videos. He needed to act fast — before Gowtham or Sneha suspected anything. And he had to do it without leaving any trace that he already knew. He was waiting for dinner to end soon so he could grab a talk with Gowtham. If luck favored him, he could get his hands on the proof.
The night after dinner, Gowtham went up to the rooftop for a cigar. He hadn’t spoken much with Suresh in the last week. The distance between them was obvious.
Suresh grabbed two bottles of beer and went upstairs. He sat on the floor in their usual spot where they once used to drink together. He looked at Gowtham and poured a glass.
“Care to join?” he asked casually.
Gowtham raised an eyebrow. “Looks like I’m visible to you now?”
Suresh tried to joke. “I have good sight, Gowtham. It’s been a long time since we drank together. I miss the company here. Need someone to share and talk with… and you could be a better one.”
“Why are you being so nice suddenly?”
“Not suddenly,” Suresh replied with a small shrug. “Maybe I was just lost in work pressure. Needed to unwind.”
Gowtham was hesitant at first, unsure, but the thoughts of Varsha and her intimidation ruled his mind. He decided to free himself from those thoughts and gave in to a small drink with him.
Gowtham had a lot doubts, Suresh recent behavior, disappearance, coldness toward him and Sneha.. Something bothers but still he gave in. He hoped he can smell him during the drinks. He placed his mobile phone to his right on the floor.
They drank in silence for a while. Gowtham, slightly buzzed, asked him straight, “Why did you disappear that day? I very well know you are hiding something. What’s that?”
Suresh pretended it was an important emergency work in the morning. “It has nothing to do with you and Sneha… or your sex with her.” (Suresh purposely brought Sneha’s name in, knowing it would provoke Gowtham that he would dragged into conversation with him with an intention to mock him or do something that harm him verbally or emotionally, for his cheap thrill.)
Gowtham’s mind raced back to the long session he and Sneha had, and how Suresh had stroked himself while watching them like a true cuck.
Fuck, how did I miss her?
This Varsha had kept him distracted and worried over nothing. He also realised he wanted to teach Sneha a lesson for avoiding him and setting rules. His mind suddenly craved Sneha — her body, her orgasms, her kisses. Shit, how I lost myself in clueless stuff, he said to himself. He wanted to do something and get back into Sneha. He realised that whatever happened in the past week, she had stopped him, and he too had told her he wouldn’t approach until she realised she was wrong about him. Right now he should have planned something to get her back on his side. But the office issue had kept him wandering and idle.
He took a deep breath. Ahhh Sneha, my sweet heart im sorry... No more thoughts on Varsha. Now let me concentrate on Sneha. I should get back on track.
He knew Suresh had already become a cuck. He had stroked himself watching them. He was running out of ideas on how to get Sneha back in bed. A thought came: Why not use this cuck as a tool to get back into Sneha? An idea sparked. Gowtham began his scheme. He smirked.
“You know what?” Gowtham said with a dirty grin. “I understand why you are not speaking with me. I didn’t tell you the full story on how I got those photos… I mean how we became so intimate before the hill trip, right?
Let’s have another fantasy round tomorrow. I promise I’ll tell you as soon as possible. You watch me fuck her again. I know you like it.” After you disappeared, she has been cold with me. If you could help, if you could re-ignite a thought in her that would help. Just tell her, ask her that you want to see her again with me in bed... I want to fuck her badly. You will have a good show,” Gowtham said proudly.
Suresh bit his teeth but stayed calm. “I’m done with that thing, Gowtham. Whatever you want with her, it’s between you two. Don’t ask for my help because I’m not interested in your stories. It’s all already done. What is there for me to know if she got intimate now or before the hill station? It doesn’t change anything.”
Gowtham realised Suresh’s reaction was off the mark. He feared if he would alert Sneha. Or how would Sneha react if she knew about this conversation? Suresh was no longer in the game like he thought. He wasn’t tempted by the new story he promised to tell.
But to his surprise, Suresh spoke calmly, in Suresh POV he doesn't want the conversation to Shut. he got a plan already... “Why are you always hanging on sex? There are plenty of things going around. What are you going to do with your life? Don’t you have some big dreams and all? I’m not saying this because I have something against you. I’m just curious — if you waste all your energy in sex, how will you focus on your career or goals? Do you even have one? I doubt it now.”
“Why not? I’m the best in my business. The company trusts me a lot. I guide everyone in my company. Tech firm but I’m more into both business and tech. The boss trusts me.”
Suresh smiled. “Your boss trusting you is not something to be proud of. I’m just asking what is your goal. How do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?”
Gowtham smirked. “I’m planning for a startup, an AI firm. The technologies are rapidly growing but so is the competition. If I get the right hands, I would start. But it would take time for now. My goal is just to enjoy a few months with your wife Sneha.”
Suresh wanted to smack him but stayed calm. He needed proof. He thought this was the time. Gowtham totally hanged into thoughts of Sneha. The time to flawlessly execute his next step.
“Do you have a hotspot in your mobile? The Wi-Fi in our home is not working. I need to send an email. Can you turn on the hotspot? Let me send a quick email and come back.” Before Gowtham reacts, He picked Gowtham's mobile that was on floor and asked Gowtham what's the password.? Gowtham gave him the password. ****11*..
“What’s the password?”
“***11,” Gowtham replied.
Suresh gave the mobile back to him, stood up, and left for the second floor. He pretended to send a mail, but in reality.. he just used this an excuse to get the password from Suresh own mouth. He know Gowtham would change password in morning.. but he had some other plan in stock..
He waited a few minutes, then came back to the rooftop. “The range is not adequate. Maybe before we get to bed, just give me a moment. I’ll use my mobile net connection for the mail.”
The moment Gowtham heard, Suresh asking for mobile again, when they go back.. Gowtham was hesitant, but Suresh kept distracting him with talk about Sneha. He poured him another drink.
20 minutes passed.
Gowtham didn’t seem to get properly drunk.
At that moment, Sneha arrived on the rooftop.
Tomorrow was Monday morning and she had to pack all of Ramya’s clothes for the week. She had come up to collect the dried clothes that were hanging on the line.
Both Suresh and Gowtham noticed her at the same time as she climbed the stairs. Her saree swayed gently with each step, the pallu slipping slightly off her shoulder in the evening breeze.
Gowtham’s eyes lit up. Earlier, he had been desperately thinking of a way to get close to her again. Just a few minutes ago, Suresh had shut down his request for another fantasy round without even flinching. That rejection had stung. Now, the opportunity was walking straight toward them.
Being drunk is the perfect excuse, he thought. If I was sober, she would scold me for overstepping. But like this… she can’t blame me.
He quickly acted. He swayed unsteadily on his feet, pretending he was about to lose balance.
Sneha noticed immediately and rushed forward. “Gowtham!”
He let himself lean heavily into her arms, his body pressing against hers. One hand “accidentally” brushed her waist as he steadied himself.
“Sneha… why are you not trusting me?” he slurred, his voice thick with fake emotion. “I promise you… I wanted to search for him after making you cool. I had nothing bad in my mind. Nothing like the low thing you think…”
He let out a low, manly growl, burying his face closer to her neck, inhaling her scent.
Suresh watched the entire act in silence. He knew Gowtham was faking it — the timing was too perfect. But he didn’t interfere. In fact, he thanked Sneha silently for the distraction.
She looked at Suresh, slightly flustered. “Come and help me carry him. He’s not standing properly.”
Suresh nodded quickly. “I had an urge to pee. You hold him for a few minutes.” while Gowtham was distracted by Sneha’s closeness, Suresh took Gowtham's phone which was on floor..
“I’ll be right back,” Suresh said casually and hurried downstairs
He knew this was his chance.
As soon as he entered his room, he turned on his laptop, connected the USB, and started copying as many files as he could — 6 GB in 10 minutes. He couldn’t be patient. He started checking WhatsApp. He turned on his laptop camera and took screenshots of their chats.
Suddenly a thought hit him: Why not take Rakesh’s number? I should check what happened to them afterwards. He remembered the display image once Gowtham had told him. But the profile name had some Anish? And not Rakesh. He searched for Rakesh and found only one whose WhatsApp DP suggested it was some 50-year-old man.
Why did he save Rakesh’s name as Anish? Doubts crept in. He was unsure… but what he had now was a set of photos. He decided to turn back soon to the rooftop… or gowtham would get doubts
When he returned, the scene in front of him stopped him cold.
Saturday evening arrived with a quiet tension hanging over the house.
Gowtham had tried to meet his boss directly in the evening just before office hours ended, but he was already heading to Delhi for a meeting. “We’ll talk on Wednesday,” his boss had said. Gowtham clenched his jaw the entire day. Should I really tolerate that girl till Wednesday? The curiosity was eating him alive.
He reached home late, after 7 PM. Suresh arrived at the same time.
Sneha was busy with Ramya in the living room, playing and laughing. Suresh joined them without a word, sitting on the floor and lifting Ramya onto his lap. As he played with her, his mind was elsewhere.
The lawyer’s words lingered in his ears. Ramya should never know about any of this — my actions or her mother’s. Kids should never have to go through something like this.
He decided then and there that he would try to make the divorce as smooth as possible through mutual consent. But he had no solid proof yet. No photos, no videos. He needed to act fast — before Gowtham or Sneha suspected anything. And he had to do it without leaving any trace that he already knew. He was waiting for dinner to end soon so he could grab a talk with Gowtham. If luck favored him, he could get his hands on the proof.
The night after dinner, Gowtham went up to the rooftop for a cigar. He hadn’t spoken much with Suresh in the last week. The distance between them was obvious.
Suresh grabbed two bottles of beer and went upstairs. He sat on the floor in their usual spot where they once used to drink together. He looked at Gowtham and poured a glass.
“Care to join?” he asked casually.
Gowtham raised an eyebrow. “Looks like I’m visible to you now?”
Suresh tried to joke. “I have good sight, Gowtham. It’s been a long time since we drank together. I miss the company here. Need someone to share and talk with… and you could be a better one.”
“Why are you being so nice suddenly?”
“Not suddenly,” Suresh replied with a small shrug. “Maybe I was just lost in work pressure. Needed to unwind.”
Gowtham was hesitant at first, unsure, but the thoughts of Varsha and her intimidation ruled his mind. He decided to free himself from those thoughts and gave in to a small drink with him.
Gowtham had a lot doubts, Suresh recent behavior, disappearance, coldness toward him and Sneha.. Something bothers but still he gave in. He hoped he can smell him during the drinks. He placed his mobile phone to his right on the floor.
They drank in silence for a while. Gowtham, slightly buzzed, asked him straight, “Why did you disappear that day? I very well know you are hiding something. What’s that?”
Suresh pretended it was an important emergency work in the morning. “It has nothing to do with you and Sneha… or your sex with her.” (Suresh purposely brought Sneha’s name in, knowing it would provoke Gowtham that he would dragged into conversation with him with an intention to mock him or do something that harm him verbally or emotionally, for his cheap thrill.)
Gowtham’s mind raced back to the long session he and Sneha had, and how Suresh had stroked himself while watching them like a true cuck.
Fuck, how did I miss her?
This Varsha had kept him distracted and worried over nothing. He also realised he wanted to teach Sneha a lesson for avoiding him and setting rules. His mind suddenly craved Sneha — her body, her orgasms, her kisses. Shit, how I lost myself in clueless stuff, he said to himself. He wanted to do something and get back into Sneha. He realised that whatever happened in the past week, she had stopped him, and he too had told her he wouldn’t approach until she realised she was wrong about him. Right now he should have planned something to get her back on his side. But the office issue had kept him wandering and idle.
He took a deep breath. Ahhh Sneha, my sweet heart im sorry... No more thoughts on Varsha. Now let me concentrate on Sneha. I should get back on track.
He knew Suresh had already become a cuck. He had stroked himself watching them. He was running out of ideas on how to get Sneha back in bed. A thought came: Why not use this cuck as a tool to get back into Sneha? An idea sparked. Gowtham began his scheme. He smirked.
“You know what?” Gowtham said with a dirty grin. “I understand why you are not speaking with me. I didn’t tell you the full story on how I got those photos… I mean how we became so intimate before the hill trip, right?
Let’s have another fantasy round tomorrow. I promise I’ll tell you as soon as possible. You watch me fuck her again. I know you like it.” After you disappeared, she has been cold with me. If you could help, if you could re-ignite a thought in her that would help. Just tell her, ask her that you want to see her again with me in bed... I want to fuck her badly. You will have a good show,” Gowtham said proudly.
Suresh bit his teeth but stayed calm. “I’m done with that thing, Gowtham. Whatever you want with her, it’s between you two. Don’t ask for my help because I’m not interested in your stories. It’s all already done. What is there for me to know if she got intimate now or before the hill station? It doesn’t change anything.”
Gowtham realised Suresh’s reaction was off the mark. He feared if he would alert Sneha. Or how would Sneha react if she knew about this conversation? Suresh was no longer in the game like he thought. He wasn’t tempted by the new story he promised to tell.
But to his surprise, Suresh spoke calmly, in Suresh POV he doesn't want the conversation to Shut. he got a plan already... “Why are you always hanging on sex? There are plenty of things going around. What are you going to do with your life? Don’t you have some big dreams and all? I’m not saying this because I have something against you. I’m just curious — if you waste all your energy in sex, how will you focus on your career or goals? Do you even have one? I doubt it now.”
“Why not? I’m the best in my business. The company trusts me a lot. I guide everyone in my company. Tech firm but I’m more into both business and tech. The boss trusts me.”
Suresh smiled. “Your boss trusting you is not something to be proud of. I’m just asking what is your goal. How do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?”
Gowtham smirked. “I’m planning for a startup, an AI firm. The technologies are rapidly growing but so is the competition. If I get the right hands, I would start. But it would take time for now. My goal is just to enjoy a few months with your wife Sneha.”
Suresh wanted to smack him but stayed calm. He needed proof. He thought this was the time. Gowtham totally hanged into thoughts of Sneha. The time to flawlessly execute his next step.
“Do you have a hotspot in your mobile? The Wi-Fi in our home is not working. I need to send an email. Can you turn on the hotspot? Let me send a quick email and come back.” Before Gowtham reacts, He picked Gowtham's mobile that was on floor and asked Gowtham what's the password.? Gowtham gave him the password. ****11*..
“What’s the password?”
“***11,” Gowtham replied.
Suresh gave the mobile back to him, stood up, and left for the second floor. He pretended to send a mail, but in reality.. he just used this an excuse to get the password from Suresh own mouth. He know Gowtham would change password in morning.. but he had some other plan in stock..
He waited a few minutes, then came back to the rooftop. “The range is not adequate. Maybe before we get to bed, just give me a moment. I’ll use my mobile net connection for the mail.”
The moment Gowtham heard, Suresh asking for mobile again, when they go back.. Gowtham was hesitant, but Suresh kept distracting him with talk about Sneha. He poured him another drink.
20 minutes passed.
Gowtham didn’t seem to get properly drunk.
At that moment, Sneha arrived on the rooftop.
Tomorrow was Monday morning and she had to pack all of Ramya’s clothes for the week. She had come up to collect the dried clothes that were hanging on the line.
Both Suresh and Gowtham noticed her at the same time as she climbed the stairs. Her saree swayed gently with each step, the pallu slipping slightly off her shoulder in the evening breeze.
Gowtham’s eyes lit up. Earlier, he had been desperately thinking of a way to get close to her again. Just a few minutes ago, Suresh had shut down his request for another fantasy round without even flinching. That rejection had stung. Now, the opportunity was walking straight toward them.
Being drunk is the perfect excuse, he thought. If I was sober, she would scold me for overstepping. But like this… she can’t blame me.
He quickly acted. He swayed unsteadily on his feet, pretending he was about to lose balance.
Sneha noticed immediately and rushed forward. “Gowtham!”
He let himself lean heavily into her arms, his body pressing against hers. One hand “accidentally” brushed her waist as he steadied himself.
“Sneha… why are you not trusting me?” he slurred, his voice thick with fake emotion. “I promise you… I wanted to search for him after making you cool. I had nothing bad in my mind. Nothing like the low thing you think…”
He let out a low, manly growl, burying his face closer to her neck, inhaling her scent.
Suresh watched the entire act in silence. He knew Gowtham was faking it — the timing was too perfect. But he didn’t interfere. In fact, he thanked Sneha silently for the distraction.
She looked at Suresh, slightly flustered. “Come and help me carry him. He’s not standing properly.”
Suresh nodded quickly. “I had an urge to pee. You hold him for a few minutes.” while Gowtham was distracted by Sneha’s closeness, Suresh took Gowtham's phone which was on floor..
“I’ll be right back,” Suresh said casually and hurried downstairs
He knew this was his chance.
As soon as he entered his room, he turned on his laptop, connected the USB, and started copying as many files as he could — 6 GB in 10 minutes. He couldn’t be patient. He started checking WhatsApp. He turned on his laptop camera and took screenshots of their chats.
Suddenly a thought hit him: Why not take Rakesh’s number? I should check what happened to them afterwards. He remembered the display image once Gowtham had told him. But the profile name had some Anish? And not Rakesh. He searched for Rakesh and found only one whose WhatsApp DP suggested it was some 50-year-old man.
Why did he save Rakesh’s name as Anish? Doubts crept in. He was unsure… but what he had now was a set of photos. He decided to turn back soon to the rooftop… or gowtham would get doubts
When he returned, the scene in front of him stopped him cold.
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