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Chapter 113 - Jealousy and Warnings
At 7:20 PM, Gowtham stepped out of the lift into the lobby, his eyes scanned the area automatically and then froze.
Varsha was standing near the entrance, bathed in the golden evening light. From a distance, she looked like an angel in distress — beautiful, vulnerable, and completely out of reach.
As he walked closer, Rahul’s sleek Sedan pulled up smoothly at the entrance. Varsha know it was Gowtham who is standing behind her. But she walked few meters forward. Varsha turned, gave Gowtham one last deliberate look, and walked toward the car without a word. Before she got in, she glanced back at him, her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. The kind of smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
Gowtham’s stomach twisted.
He rushed to the parking area, started his bike, and without thinking, followed Rahul’s car. His adrenaline was pumping. He told himself he was just making sure she reached home safely, but deep down he knew the truth — he couldn’t stand the idea of her sitting in another man’s car.
Eight minutes later, Rahul’s car stopped in front of a modest apartment building. Varsha stepped out, exchanged a few polite words with Rahul, and waved as the car drove away. She didn’t fail to notice Gowtham’s bike parked at a distance, half-hidden in the shadows. A quiet, satisfied smile touched her lips before she entered her house and locked the door.
Gowtham sat on his bike for a long time, staring at the closed door.
The woman I wanted to befriend… stolen in one hour by Rahul?
He felt restless, angry, and strangely hollow. On the ride back home, his mind kept spinning wild reasons for her behaviour.
Maybe she likes him because he’s rich? Fancy cars, big reputation…
He gripped the handlebars tighter. I have enough money too. I’ll buy better cars one day.
But none of it calmed the storm inside him. For the first time, he felt the sharp sting of jealousy, real, ugly, and uncontrollable. He skipped dinner entirely. He didn’t go to Sneha’s house or even glance at Suresh’s door. He locked himself in his room, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
You are not in love or some shit, he told himself repeatedly.
But the words brought no comfort. He was falling — hard, fast, and against his own will.
At 11 PM, after spending time playing with Ramya, Suresh finally entered the master bedroom. The room looked different — fresh bedsheets, rearranged furniture, no visible trace of another man ever being there. Sneha had clearly tried to make it feel like “their” space again.
He lay down on his side of the bed. A few minutes later, at 11:20 PM,
Sneha walked in and slipped under the covers beside him.
Suresh raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you sleep with Ramya?”
Sneha shook her head. “No. I want to speak with you.”
Suresh let out a tired sigh. “How many times are we going to speak?
You’re just going to do what you want anyway.” He turned his head toward the pillow.
“Ramya is here. I don’t want to lose my temper or spoil my mood.”
He paused, then added mockingly, “Anyway, I must thank you two. At least you guys are sparing the kid from this shit.
He never stays here when Ramya is home…
what surprised me today is he didn’t even come for dinner.
What's the new drama? or you guys have any special reasons?”
Sneha looked at him calmly and said, almost casually,
“Nothing special or drama.
I just bit his penis… so he might have run away in fear.”
Suresh turned to her instantly, eyes wide.
“WHAT? You bit his dick?
For real? Why?”
is that something like a Love bite went wrong?
Sneha shook her head.
“Not a love bite.
It was a warning.”
The answer shook Suresh.
He stared at her, completely stunned.
At 7:20 PM, Gowtham stepped out of the lift into the lobby, his eyes scanned the area automatically and then froze.
Varsha was standing near the entrance, bathed in the golden evening light. From a distance, she looked like an angel in distress — beautiful, vulnerable, and completely out of reach.
As he walked closer, Rahul’s sleek Sedan pulled up smoothly at the entrance. Varsha know it was Gowtham who is standing behind her. But she walked few meters forward. Varsha turned, gave Gowtham one last deliberate look, and walked toward the car without a word. Before she got in, she glanced back at him, her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. The kind of smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
Gowtham’s stomach twisted.
He rushed to the parking area, started his bike, and without thinking, followed Rahul’s car. His adrenaline was pumping. He told himself he was just making sure she reached home safely, but deep down he knew the truth — he couldn’t stand the idea of her sitting in another man’s car.
Eight minutes later, Rahul’s car stopped in front of a modest apartment building. Varsha stepped out, exchanged a few polite words with Rahul, and waved as the car drove away. She didn’t fail to notice Gowtham’s bike parked at a distance, half-hidden in the shadows. A quiet, satisfied smile touched her lips before she entered her house and locked the door.
Gowtham sat on his bike for a long time, staring at the closed door.
The woman I wanted to befriend… stolen in one hour by Rahul?
He felt restless, angry, and strangely hollow. On the ride back home, his mind kept spinning wild reasons for her behaviour.
Maybe she likes him because he’s rich? Fancy cars, big reputation…
He gripped the handlebars tighter. I have enough money too. I’ll buy better cars one day.
But none of it calmed the storm inside him. For the first time, he felt the sharp sting of jealousy, real, ugly, and uncontrollable. He skipped dinner entirely. He didn’t go to Sneha’s house or even glance at Suresh’s door. He locked himself in his room, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
You are not in love or some shit, he told himself repeatedly.
But the words brought no comfort. He was falling — hard, fast, and against his own will.
At 11 PM, after spending time playing with Ramya, Suresh finally entered the master bedroom. The room looked different — fresh bedsheets, rearranged furniture, no visible trace of another man ever being there. Sneha had clearly tried to make it feel like “their” space again.
He lay down on his side of the bed. A few minutes later, at 11:20 PM,
Sneha walked in and slipped under the covers beside him.
Suresh raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you sleep with Ramya?”
Sneha shook her head. “No. I want to speak with you.”
Suresh let out a tired sigh. “How many times are we going to speak?
You’re just going to do what you want anyway.” He turned his head toward the pillow.
“Ramya is here. I don’t want to lose my temper or spoil my mood.”
He paused, then added mockingly, “Anyway, I must thank you two. At least you guys are sparing the kid from this shit.
He never stays here when Ramya is home…
what surprised me today is he didn’t even come for dinner.
What's the new drama? or you guys have any special reasons?”
Sneha looked at him calmly and said, almost casually,
“Nothing special or drama.
I just bit his penis… so he might have run away in fear.”
Suresh turned to her instantly, eyes wide.
“WHAT? You bit his dick?
For real? Why?”
is that something like a Love bite went wrong?
Sneha shook her head.
“Not a love bite.
It was a warning.”
The answer shook Suresh.
He stared at her, completely stunned.
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