12-05-2026, 05:50 PM
Chapter 103 - Fractured Mornings
Sneha came out of the bathroom after a quick shower, drying her damp hair with a towel. The clock on the wall showed 2:15 AM. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp. Gowtham was already fast asleep on his back, one arm thrown across the pillow, his naked body relaxed after their long, intense session.
She stood there for a moment, looking at him, then at the closed door of the guest room. A quiet guilt pulled at her. Without thinking much, she closed the master bedroom door softly and tiptoed toward Suresh’s room.
She tried the handle gently.
It didn’t open.
She tried again, pushing a little harder.
It didn’t open.
The door was locked from inside.
Why did he lock it? she wondered.
He usually doesn’t…??
She raised her hand to knock but stopped herself.
If he’s sleeping, I shouldn’t disturb him. With a heavy heart, she turned back and returned to the master bedroom.
She set an alarm for 5:20 AM, determined to wake up early and join Suresh for the morning walk.
Suresh, however, had not slept.
He had heard everything — every moan, every slap of skin, every cry from the master bedroom. Each sound had cut deeper than the last. After their honest conversation in the park, after he had opened up about his doubts and the new job, she had still chosen to go to Gowtham the very same night.
He lay in the darkness, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.
The locked door was his silent protest.
The cold resolve inside him grew stronger.
Is she really a slut? becoming an unofficial wife of Gowtham?
The thought hurt him more than he expected.
After everything I told her today… she still went back to him.
The restless ends when everyone slept in a after sometime...
The alarm rang at 5:20 AM.
Sneha woke up with a start.
Before she could switch it off, Gowtham stirred beside her.
Gowtham knows, what she would do, but his morning boner needs her.
His strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against his chest.
“Gowtham… leave me,” she whispered, trying to wiggle free. “I need to go for a walk.”
“No way,” he murmured sleepily, his voice thick with morning desire. “I need you… I missed the early morning sex in recent days..”
He knew exactly what she was trying to do — run to her husband again.
For a second, a dark urge to possess her completely took over. He pulled her in for a deep, demanding kiss.
Sneha struggled at first, but his hands were already roaming her body.
He lifted her nighty, teased her entrance with his hard cock, rubbing it against her folds until she was wet and trembling.
When he finally pushed inside her, Sneha lost herself completely.
A soft moan escaped her lips as he started thrusting — slow and deep at first, then harder.
She wrapped her legs around him, surrendering to the pleasure.
The second alarm she had set at 5:30 AM rang loudly.
That was when reality crashed back in. “Stop… stop…” she gasped, pushing him away with all her strength. “Leave it now…”
She mercilessly shoved him off, quickly wiped between her legs with the edge of the bedsheet, pulled on a track pant and t-shirt, and rushed out of the room.
The guest room door was open. Suresh was nowhere to be seen.
A moment later, the truth hit her — Suresh had gone for his morning walk alone.
Sneha ran outside.
The entire apartment complex was silent, the early morning mist still hanging in the air.
No sign of him.
She came back inside, grabbed her phone with shaking hands, and called him.
It rang… and rang… but he didn’t pick up.
Panic flooded her. I was just making him back to me, did i spoiled it myself... what if he thinks too badly about me now?
The reality of what she had done crashed over her like a wave.
The locked door last night. No response.
He had openly told her his doubts about Gowtham yesterday… and yet,
the very same night, she had sex with him again.
Shit… how would he have felt?
Already he’s maintaining distance… and now this…
Why, Sneha? Why do you keep making these mistakes?
Tears welled up in her eyes as she stood in the hall, hands covering her face. She sat on Sofa..
Gowtham, who had been watching everything from the master bedroom door, came out completely nude.
He stood in front of her, his cock still semi-hard from their interrupted session.
“What happened?” he asked casually.
Sneha looked at him, voice breaking. “He’s gone alone… leaving me behind.”
Gowtham smirked. “Good. Then come… let’s continue what we left.”
He held his cock and winked at her.
Sneha stared at him, anger and frustration boiling over.
“How many times have I told you… not to come out nude inside the house?! Rules are rules!”
Gowtham laughed. “Rules? When are we following them?” He stepped closer, his cock swinging teasingly near her face. “Stop this. Can’t you think of anything else other than sex? You’re always keeping me indulged in sex. Mornings are the only time I get to spend with him… and you stopped that too. Are you happy now?”
She shouted helplessly, tears streaming down her face.
Gowtham got irritated..
Gowtham’s expression hardened. “Am I indulging you always? Who came to me on Monday? Tuesday I initiated, fine. What about yesterday night? I was just thinking about something and it was you who wanted me. You yourself keep entertaining me. And even now, i just kissed you, you surrendered yourself to me... more than me its you .. its you who needs me for sex. You could not think a day without my sex.. Ask yourself.. I'm not blaming but let me tell you clearly.. You are the only reason why you can’t spend time with him — not me.”
He turned and walked back into the master bedroom, leaving her standing there.
Sneha knew what he said was the truth. She stood frozen, hands on her face, realizing the depth of her own mistakes.
She waited anxiously until 6:40 AM. When Suresh finally returned from his walk, she rushed to him.
“I’m sorry… I overslept.
Couldn’t get up early,” she said quickly.
“Why did you lock the door last night?”
Suresh turned to her, his expression cold and tired.
“I have a meeting early at the office. I really don’t have time.” He paused, then looked her straight in the eyes.
“But let me ask you something… What will you do if I keep having sex with another woman and crawl back to you in the middle of the night? Would you appreciate it… especially after you told me you didn’t trust that woman?”
Sneha know she was done.. nothing can justify her actions.. She opened her mouth to reply some random things to cool him temporarily, but Suresh stopped her with a raised hand.
“I don’t want your answers. I don’t expect anything.” He looked at the faint bite marks still visible on her neck. “In a few days we need to go for the company gathering. At least make sure you don’t have these bite marks.”
Sneha stood stunned, the words hitting her like a slap.
For the first time, she truly felt like a slut in her own eyes.
Sneha came out of the bathroom after a quick shower, drying her damp hair with a towel. The clock on the wall showed 2:15 AM. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp. Gowtham was already fast asleep on his back, one arm thrown across the pillow, his naked body relaxed after their long, intense session.
She stood there for a moment, looking at him, then at the closed door of the guest room. A quiet guilt pulled at her. Without thinking much, she closed the master bedroom door softly and tiptoed toward Suresh’s room.
She tried the handle gently.
It didn’t open.
She tried again, pushing a little harder.
It didn’t open.
The door was locked from inside.
Why did he lock it? she wondered.
He usually doesn’t…??
She raised her hand to knock but stopped herself.
If he’s sleeping, I shouldn’t disturb him. With a heavy heart, she turned back and returned to the master bedroom.
She set an alarm for 5:20 AM, determined to wake up early and join Suresh for the morning walk.
Suresh, however, had not slept.
He had heard everything — every moan, every slap of skin, every cry from the master bedroom. Each sound had cut deeper than the last. After their honest conversation in the park, after he had opened up about his doubts and the new job, she had still chosen to go to Gowtham the very same night.
He lay in the darkness, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.
The locked door was his silent protest.
The cold resolve inside him grew stronger.
Is she really a slut? becoming an unofficial wife of Gowtham?
The thought hurt him more than he expected.
After everything I told her today… she still went back to him.
The restless ends when everyone slept in a after sometime...
The alarm rang at 5:20 AM.
Sneha woke up with a start.
Before she could switch it off, Gowtham stirred beside her.
Gowtham knows, what she would do, but his morning boner needs her.
His strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against his chest.
“Gowtham… leave me,” she whispered, trying to wiggle free. “I need to go for a walk.”
“No way,” he murmured sleepily, his voice thick with morning desire. “I need you… I missed the early morning sex in recent days..”
He knew exactly what she was trying to do — run to her husband again.
For a second, a dark urge to possess her completely took over. He pulled her in for a deep, demanding kiss.
Sneha struggled at first, but his hands were already roaming her body.
He lifted her nighty, teased her entrance with his hard cock, rubbing it against her folds until she was wet and trembling.
When he finally pushed inside her, Sneha lost herself completely.
A soft moan escaped her lips as he started thrusting — slow and deep at first, then harder.
She wrapped her legs around him, surrendering to the pleasure.
The second alarm she had set at 5:30 AM rang loudly.
That was when reality crashed back in. “Stop… stop…” she gasped, pushing him away with all her strength. “Leave it now…”
She mercilessly shoved him off, quickly wiped between her legs with the edge of the bedsheet, pulled on a track pant and t-shirt, and rushed out of the room.
The guest room door was open. Suresh was nowhere to be seen.
A moment later, the truth hit her — Suresh had gone for his morning walk alone.
Sneha ran outside.
The entire apartment complex was silent, the early morning mist still hanging in the air.
No sign of him.
She came back inside, grabbed her phone with shaking hands, and called him.
It rang… and rang… but he didn’t pick up.
Panic flooded her. I was just making him back to me, did i spoiled it myself... what if he thinks too badly about me now?
The reality of what she had done crashed over her like a wave.
The locked door last night. No response.
He had openly told her his doubts about Gowtham yesterday… and yet,
the very same night, she had sex with him again.
Shit… how would he have felt?
Already he’s maintaining distance… and now this…
Why, Sneha? Why do you keep making these mistakes?
Tears welled up in her eyes as she stood in the hall, hands covering her face. She sat on Sofa..
Gowtham, who had been watching everything from the master bedroom door, came out completely nude.
He stood in front of her, his cock still semi-hard from their interrupted session.
“What happened?” he asked casually.
Sneha looked at him, voice breaking. “He’s gone alone… leaving me behind.”
Gowtham smirked. “Good. Then come… let’s continue what we left.”
He held his cock and winked at her.
Sneha stared at him, anger and frustration boiling over.
“How many times have I told you… not to come out nude inside the house?! Rules are rules!”
Gowtham laughed. “Rules? When are we following them?” He stepped closer, his cock swinging teasingly near her face. “Stop this. Can’t you think of anything else other than sex? You’re always keeping me indulged in sex. Mornings are the only time I get to spend with him… and you stopped that too. Are you happy now?”
She shouted helplessly, tears streaming down her face.
Gowtham got irritated..
Gowtham’s expression hardened. “Am I indulging you always? Who came to me on Monday? Tuesday I initiated, fine. What about yesterday night? I was just thinking about something and it was you who wanted me. You yourself keep entertaining me. And even now, i just kissed you, you surrendered yourself to me... more than me its you .. its you who needs me for sex. You could not think a day without my sex.. Ask yourself.. I'm not blaming but let me tell you clearly.. You are the only reason why you can’t spend time with him — not me.”
He turned and walked back into the master bedroom, leaving her standing there.
Sneha knew what he said was the truth. She stood frozen, hands on her face, realizing the depth of her own mistakes.
She waited anxiously until 6:40 AM. When Suresh finally returned from his walk, she rushed to him.
“I’m sorry… I overslept.
Couldn’t get up early,” she said quickly.
“Why did you lock the door last night?”
Suresh turned to her, his expression cold and tired.
“I have a meeting early at the office. I really don’t have time.” He paused, then looked her straight in the eyes.
“But let me ask you something… What will you do if I keep having sex with another woman and crawl back to you in the middle of the night? Would you appreciate it… especially after you told me you didn’t trust that woman?”
Sneha know she was done.. nothing can justify her actions.. She opened her mouth to reply some random things to cool him temporarily, but Suresh stopped her with a raised hand.
“I don’t want your answers. I don’t expect anything.” He looked at the faint bite marks still visible on her neck. “In a few days we need to go for the company gathering. At least make sure you don’t have these bite marks.”
Sneha stood stunned, the words hitting her like a slap.
For the first time, she truly felt like a slut in her own eyes.
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