02-05-2026, 11:52 PM
Chapter 94 - Quiet Moves
When Suresh woke up at 5:20 AM, he realized Sneha was on his chest, sleeping peacefully. For the second day in a row, She came to him and slept with him, Opposite to her regular pattern of sleeping with Ramya, when she is around.
Her arm was wrapped around him possessively, her warm breath brushing softly against his skin with every exhale. For a fleeting moment, the old familiarity felt comforting — the weight of her body, the scent of her hair, the way she instinctively curled into him like she used to in the early days of their marriage.
But then the guilt hit him like a cold wave. Every time she came this close, it reminded him of what he was planning to do. The divorce papers. The lies. The final break.
He lay still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, before gently lifting her arm and placing it beside her. He slipped a pillow under her face so she wouldn’t wake up uncomfortable, then quietly got out of bed. He needed fresh air. He changed into his tracks and went for a long morning walk, the cool pre-dawn breeze doing little to clear the storm in his head.
During his long walk, he was thinking about the schedule for the day, with lawyer and at office.
When he returned to the house, Sneha was already up and moving around the kitchen, getting things ready for Ramya — packing her college bag with neat precision, preparing her favorite breakfast of idli and chutney. Suresh felt a small, unexpected sense of relief. At least when Ramya is around, she seems sensible, he thought. It was one of the few things that still felt normal.
Sneha looked at him as he entered and asked casually, Coffee?
Suresh nodded.
The morning coffee session was one of the excuses, Sneha nowadays use to have a quick chat with Suresh
after some quite random conversation.
Sneha asked him a question: “How long will these meetings go on like this?” Your Night Client meetings!?
“A few months,” Suresh replied, keeping his tone even.
She nodded. “Okay.”
The question was not ordinary! it had something to do with her plan for the night
During breakfast, Gowtham joined them at the table. He acted like he had no memory of what had happened the previous night — completely normal, chatting lightly with Ramya about her college stories and avoiding any awkwardness with Sneha. Sneha had a quiet laugh inside. Smart idiot. You’re acting with me? Let me unmask your drama soon.
Suresh took Ramya to the hostel, dropping her off with a tight hug and a promise to call later. Gowtham left for office shortly after.
With his boss away in Delhi, Gowtham once again let the training session slip. He didn’t care about the trainees or Varsha today. All he was doing was running permutations and combinations in his head on how to get Sneha back on the bed. His obsession had returned full force — vivid images of her body, her moans, her surrender.
Suresh, on the other hand, was stuck with office work. The new role at V-Activate was demanding and fast-paced. He couldn’t find even a small window to meet the lawyer. The accounts and reports took far longer than expected, and he reached home only by 8 PM, exhausted.
Gowtham came back around the same time for dinner.
While everyone was having dinner, Sneha noticed Gowtham was still putting up an act — polite, normal, as if nothing had happened. She remembered his emotional, slurred words from the rooftop the previous night. He must have been hurt when I stopped having sex with him. She decided to bring him back.
Under the table, for the first time in days, she initiated. Her toe slowly brushed against his leg, moving up his calf with deliberate softness, tracing a light, teasing path.
Gowtham coughed suddenly, nearly choking on his food. His eyes widened in shock at her unexpected initiative.
When Suresh woke up at 5:20 AM, he realized Sneha was on his chest, sleeping peacefully. For the second day in a row, She came to him and slept with him, Opposite to her regular pattern of sleeping with Ramya, when she is around.
Her arm was wrapped around him possessively, her warm breath brushing softly against his skin with every exhale. For a fleeting moment, the old familiarity felt comforting — the weight of her body, the scent of her hair, the way she instinctively curled into him like she used to in the early days of their marriage.
But then the guilt hit him like a cold wave. Every time she came this close, it reminded him of what he was planning to do. The divorce papers. The lies. The final break.
He lay still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, before gently lifting her arm and placing it beside her. He slipped a pillow under her face so she wouldn’t wake up uncomfortable, then quietly got out of bed. He needed fresh air. He changed into his tracks and went for a long morning walk, the cool pre-dawn breeze doing little to clear the storm in his head.
During his long walk, he was thinking about the schedule for the day, with lawyer and at office.
When he returned to the house, Sneha was already up and moving around the kitchen, getting things ready for Ramya — packing her college bag with neat precision, preparing her favorite breakfast of idli and chutney. Suresh felt a small, unexpected sense of relief. At least when Ramya is around, she seems sensible, he thought. It was one of the few things that still felt normal.
Sneha looked at him as he entered and asked casually, Coffee?
Suresh nodded.
The morning coffee session was one of the excuses, Sneha nowadays use to have a quick chat with Suresh
after some quite random conversation.
Sneha asked him a question: “How long will these meetings go on like this?” Your Night Client meetings!?
“A few months,” Suresh replied, keeping his tone even.
She nodded. “Okay.”
The question was not ordinary! it had something to do with her plan for the night
During breakfast, Gowtham joined them at the table. He acted like he had no memory of what had happened the previous night — completely normal, chatting lightly with Ramya about her college stories and avoiding any awkwardness with Sneha. Sneha had a quiet laugh inside. Smart idiot. You’re acting with me? Let me unmask your drama soon.
Suresh took Ramya to the hostel, dropping her off with a tight hug and a promise to call later. Gowtham left for office shortly after.
With his boss away in Delhi, Gowtham once again let the training session slip. He didn’t care about the trainees or Varsha today. All he was doing was running permutations and combinations in his head on how to get Sneha back on the bed. His obsession had returned full force — vivid images of her body, her moans, her surrender.
Suresh, on the other hand, was stuck with office work. The new role at V-Activate was demanding and fast-paced. He couldn’t find even a small window to meet the lawyer. The accounts and reports took far longer than expected, and he reached home only by 8 PM, exhausted.
Gowtham came back around the same time for dinner.
While everyone was having dinner, Sneha noticed Gowtham was still putting up an act — polite, normal, as if nothing had happened. She remembered his emotional, slurred words from the rooftop the previous night. He must have been hurt when I stopped having sex with him. She decided to bring him back.
Under the table, for the first time in days, she initiated. Her toe slowly brushed against his leg, moving up his calf with deliberate softness, tracing a light, teasing path.
Gowtham coughed suddenly, nearly choking on his food. His eyes widened in shock at her unexpected initiative.
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