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Chapter 98 - Lines Being Drawn
In the evening, just before leaving for home, Suresh received a text from Vinodhini:
That company you mentioned was partnered with one of our funded companies. I’ll get full details about your friend tomorrow.
Suresh stared at the message, a new layer of doubt creeping in. But before he could think further, Aditya arrived and distracted him completely.
Aditya walked into the office around 4 PM with his usual commanding presence. The core team members were called in one by one to his cabin. When Suresh’s turn came, Aditya handed him a beautifully designed customized card.
On it was printed:
Suresh
Sneha
Ramya
Aditya smiled. “Bring your family. Top business people from across the country are coming. This is not just a meet — it’s our 45th anniversary celebration. Dress well. Here’s something to help.”
He slid an envelope across the table containing 50,000 rupees in cash.
Suresh was surprised but accepted it politely, knowing he had given same cash to everyone.
Aditya continued, enquiring about the list of the other 65 staff members who were invited.
Suresh and his team had been working on the detailed list — names, family members, children’s ages, colleges, and preferences for gifts.
Aditya nodded approvingly.
“Make sure everything is perfect. I want to personally interact with every family.”
Meanwhile, at Gowtham’s office, he had decided to throw Varsha a curveball.
During the training session, he suddenly announced a surprise test. He deliberately gave her the toughest and most technical questions — ones that even experienced staff would find challenging. He made sure she struggled visibly in front of everyone. Every time she hesitated or gave a slightly incorrect answer, he corrected her with a sharp, almost mocking tone, drawing the attention of the entire batch.
Varsha’s face flushed with embarrassment as she tried her best, but the questions kept coming. Gowtham watched with hidden satisfaction, enjoying the way her confidence cracked in public. This is what you get for challenging me, he thought.
Later, when no one was looking, he quietly included her poor performance in the official trainee assessment report. He even added a small note about “lack of focus and preparation.”
When the results were shared at the end of the session, Varsha’s eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lip hard, refusing to let them fall in front of the others. Her fists clenched tightly under the table until her knuckles turned white.
I won’t let him win so easily, she thought, a quiet fire burning in her chest. She was determined — more than ever — to rise above this.
On the way to his home in the car, Suresh’s mind was still occupied with the lawyer’s words. As he looked at the invitation card with Sneha’s and Ramya’s names printed neatly beside his, he also remembered Viraj’s warning about Aditya. He knew things could spiral out of control if he wasn’t careful. He needed to draw a strict line.
Suresh reached home by 7 PM. Sneha welcomed him with a warm hug the moment he stepped inside. Her body pressed against him for a second longer than usual, and he could feel the softness of her breasts through the low-cut blouse. She had prepared herself carefully — wearing a sexy saree that showed the deep curve of her breasts from the side, the pallu dbangd in a way that was both elegant and inviting.
She wait for him to return after he get freshed up.
Suresh sat on sofa and figuring out way to hit his room early so that he can focus on the proofs.
She went near him and kissed his cheek softly, her lips lingering for a moment.
I know you would have work.. but
“Can you take a break today? Just the two of us… I will come to your room,”
she whispered, her voice full of hope.
Suresh gently pulled back. “I’m sorry, Sneha. I truly have work. I need to collect and figure out some things.”
“What collect? What figure out?” Sneha asked, her smile fading slightly.
“It’s work. You won’t understand. Cook whatever you can quickly. I need to go back to work.”
She stood there for a second, disappointment flickering across her face, but she nodded quietly and went to prepare food.
By 8 PM, dinner was ready.
Gowtham, on the other hand, found himself very happy with the satisfaction of punishing Varsha — his cruel revenge for haunting him. But as soon as he entered the house and saw Sneha, he remembered the morning hurt. Bitch, let me teach you properly. I won’t stop fucking you. Let’s see how you go out in the morning, he thought to himself.
During dinner, he made it obvious. His toe stretched under the table, brushing against her thigh, moving closer. Suresh was lost in thoughts, wanting to figure out and organize the photos — a Himalayan task he had taken upon himself. As soon as the dinner ended, he swiftly moved to the guest bedroom and locked it.
Sneha was not disappointed because she knew he had work. She had just tried her luck. Inside the room, Suresh’s real goal was to organize the photos and videos he had copied from Gowtham’s phone. He wanted to separate the random photos and suspicious ones into different folders — anything that could serve as proof of a pattern also an unseen elements that can strengthen the case.
Gowtham rose from his place after seeing Suresh disappear into the guest room and lock the door.
He walked over slowly and sat on the chair right next to her at the dinner table. His eyes traced her body openly — the way the sexy saree clung to her curves, the low-cut blouse revealing the soft, deep valley of her cleavage, the pallu slightly loosened after a long day.
“Your saree is sexy,” he said in a low, husky voice, leaning closer, “but I fear I will tear it here. Come soon, darling.”
He winked, his gaze lingering shamelessly on her breasts. Sneha felt his eyes on her like a physical touch
She was tempted but controlling.. She said wait for me.. i will come after finishing cleaning vessels.
For the next ten minutes, she moved around the kitchen, washing vessels and putting things away, very aware of Gowtham’s presence behind her.
She could feel his stare following her every movement — the sway of her hips, the way her saree pallu shifted when she reached up, the gentle jiggle of her breasts as she worked. The morning’s closeness with Suresh and the intense shower with Gowtham were still fresh in her mind, making her body feel warm and sensitive.
The house felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for the next move.
Gowtham sat there, legs spread casually, watching her with dark hunger. He didn’t rush. He enjoyed the slow tease — knowing she could feel his eyes on her, knowing she was thinking about him. His cock was already stirring in his pants as he imagined pulling her pallu down right there.
Sneha finished the last vessel and wiped her hands. She turned around slowly, meeting his intense gaze. The air between them felt thick, charged with unspoken desire.
Unkown to them, Suresh had created a folder, Suspicious images. Which had answer to every confusions around, every schemes around the couple.
In the evening, just before leaving for home, Suresh received a text from Vinodhini:
That company you mentioned was partnered with one of our funded companies. I’ll get full details about your friend tomorrow.
Suresh stared at the message, a new layer of doubt creeping in. But before he could think further, Aditya arrived and distracted him completely.
Aditya walked into the office around 4 PM with his usual commanding presence. The core team members were called in one by one to his cabin. When Suresh’s turn came, Aditya handed him a beautifully designed customized card.
On it was printed:
Suresh
Sneha
Ramya
Aditya smiled. “Bring your family. Top business people from across the country are coming. This is not just a meet — it’s our 45th anniversary celebration. Dress well. Here’s something to help.”
He slid an envelope across the table containing 50,000 rupees in cash.
Suresh was surprised but accepted it politely, knowing he had given same cash to everyone.
Aditya continued, enquiring about the list of the other 65 staff members who were invited.
Suresh and his team had been working on the detailed list — names, family members, children’s ages, colleges, and preferences for gifts.
Aditya nodded approvingly.
“Make sure everything is perfect. I want to personally interact with every family.”
Meanwhile, at Gowtham’s office, he had decided to throw Varsha a curveball.
During the training session, he suddenly announced a surprise test. He deliberately gave her the toughest and most technical questions — ones that even experienced staff would find challenging. He made sure she struggled visibly in front of everyone. Every time she hesitated or gave a slightly incorrect answer, he corrected her with a sharp, almost mocking tone, drawing the attention of the entire batch.
Varsha’s face flushed with embarrassment as she tried her best, but the questions kept coming. Gowtham watched with hidden satisfaction, enjoying the way her confidence cracked in public. This is what you get for challenging me, he thought.
Later, when no one was looking, he quietly included her poor performance in the official trainee assessment report. He even added a small note about “lack of focus and preparation.”
When the results were shared at the end of the session, Varsha’s eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lip hard, refusing to let them fall in front of the others. Her fists clenched tightly under the table until her knuckles turned white.
I won’t let him win so easily, she thought, a quiet fire burning in her chest. She was determined — more than ever — to rise above this.
On the way to his home in the car, Suresh’s mind was still occupied with the lawyer’s words. As he looked at the invitation card with Sneha’s and Ramya’s names printed neatly beside his, he also remembered Viraj’s warning about Aditya. He knew things could spiral out of control if he wasn’t careful. He needed to draw a strict line.
Suresh reached home by 7 PM. Sneha welcomed him with a warm hug the moment he stepped inside. Her body pressed against him for a second longer than usual, and he could feel the softness of her breasts through the low-cut blouse. She had prepared herself carefully — wearing a sexy saree that showed the deep curve of her breasts from the side, the pallu dbangd in a way that was both elegant and inviting.
She wait for him to return after he get freshed up.
Suresh sat on sofa and figuring out way to hit his room early so that he can focus on the proofs.
She went near him and kissed his cheek softly, her lips lingering for a moment.
I know you would have work.. but
“Can you take a break today? Just the two of us… I will come to your room,”
she whispered, her voice full of hope.
Suresh gently pulled back. “I’m sorry, Sneha. I truly have work. I need to collect and figure out some things.”
“What collect? What figure out?” Sneha asked, her smile fading slightly.
“It’s work. You won’t understand. Cook whatever you can quickly. I need to go back to work.”
She stood there for a second, disappointment flickering across her face, but she nodded quietly and went to prepare food.
By 8 PM, dinner was ready.
Gowtham, on the other hand, found himself very happy with the satisfaction of punishing Varsha — his cruel revenge for haunting him. But as soon as he entered the house and saw Sneha, he remembered the morning hurt. Bitch, let me teach you properly. I won’t stop fucking you. Let’s see how you go out in the morning, he thought to himself.
During dinner, he made it obvious. His toe stretched under the table, brushing against her thigh, moving closer. Suresh was lost in thoughts, wanting to figure out and organize the photos — a Himalayan task he had taken upon himself. As soon as the dinner ended, he swiftly moved to the guest bedroom and locked it.
Sneha was not disappointed because she knew he had work. She had just tried her luck. Inside the room, Suresh’s real goal was to organize the photos and videos he had copied from Gowtham’s phone. He wanted to separate the random photos and suspicious ones into different folders — anything that could serve as proof of a pattern also an unseen elements that can strengthen the case.
Gowtham rose from his place after seeing Suresh disappear into the guest room and lock the door.
He walked over slowly and sat on the chair right next to her at the dinner table. His eyes traced her body openly — the way the sexy saree clung to her curves, the low-cut blouse revealing the soft, deep valley of her cleavage, the pallu slightly loosened after a long day.
“Your saree is sexy,” he said in a low, husky voice, leaning closer, “but I fear I will tear it here. Come soon, darling.”
He winked, his gaze lingering shamelessly on her breasts. Sneha felt his eyes on her like a physical touch
She was tempted but controlling.. She said wait for me.. i will come after finishing cleaning vessels.
For the next ten minutes, she moved around the kitchen, washing vessels and putting things away, very aware of Gowtham’s presence behind her.
She could feel his stare following her every movement — the sway of her hips, the way her saree pallu shifted when she reached up, the gentle jiggle of her breasts as she worked. The morning’s closeness with Suresh and the intense shower with Gowtham were still fresh in her mind, making her body feel warm and sensitive.
The house felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for the next move.
Gowtham sat there, legs spread casually, watching her with dark hunger. He didn’t rush. He enjoyed the slow tease — knowing she could feel his eyes on her, knowing she was thinking about him. His cock was already stirring in his pants as he imagined pulling her pallu down right there.
Sneha finished the last vessel and wiped her hands. She turned around slowly, meeting his intense gaze. The air between them felt thick, charged with unspoken desire.
Unkown to them, Suresh had created a folder, Suspicious images. Which had answer to every confusions around, every schemes around the couple.
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