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Chapter 122 - Silent Resolve & Preparation for The Company Gathering.
Tuesday morning arrived with an eerie calm in the house.
Gowtham woke up early, his mind already sharp and calculating. He didn’t alarm anyone. He acted completely normal — casual smile, light conversation, as if the devastating night before had never happened. He needed time. He needed to process. He needed to destroy every single piece of evidence that could connect him to anything before they dug deeper.
They should never find out my secrets.
The pain Sneha had caused him still burned like acid in his chest. The way she had used him, tricked him into stroking himself while she fucked her husband right beside him — it was a betrayal that cut deeper than Varsha’s rejection. From now on, no more morality. No more softness. Sneha would be treated exactly like the slut she had proven herself to be.
After the breakfast..
He walked into the kitchen where Sneha was washing utensils. Without a word, he stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply on the cheek, then on the lips — a possessive, lingering kiss that looked loving from the outside. Sneha smiled, surprised but relieved that he seemed okay.
“Have a good day,” she whispered.
Gowtham smiled back, but his eyes were cold. “You too.”
He left for the office without another word.
At the office, Gowtham’s focus was laser-sharp.
He decided not to give Varsha any special attention. He treated her like any other trainee ,professional, distant, and efficient. He had briefly considered exposing her to the boss for her fraudulent assessment, but after last night’s betrayal from Sneha, his perspective had shifted.
Varsha at least told me the truth straight to my face. She never hid what she wanted. Sneha pretended to care while stabbing me in the back.
For the first time, he felt a strange, earned respect for Varsha. She was honest about her ambitions, even if they were ruthless. Sneha had played the loving wife while using him as a tool.
But a question of her still haunted him, What do you have? The money, the real power, he wanted not to prove Varsha but for himself.
He minimized the tender proposal window and opened a new tab. For the next few hours, he searched relentlessly — new business opportunities, startup ideas, funding options, side ventures. His dream of building something of his own — something bigger than this job — suddenly felt urgent. He wanted money. Real money. .
Varsha noticed everything.
She had expected him to be rage-filled, sad, or at least visibly affected. Instead, he was calm, unbothered, and strangely focused. His silence was more unsettling than any outburst. She kept glancing at him, trying to read his mood, but he gave her nothing.
Rahul, meanwhile, continued trying to insert himself into Varsha’s zone, bringing her coffee, leaning close during discussions, making small jokes. Varsha responded politely, but her attention kept drifting back to Gowtham.
Rahul and Varsha went together to Submit the tender. It doesnt affect him, he just focused on his work.
The day passed in a strange, quiet tension.
The elegant dress For wednesday night !
In the evening, after a long day at the office, Suresh surprised Sneha.
He came home earlier than usual, found her in the kitchen, and simply said, “Get ready. We’re going out.”
Sneha looked at him, slightly confused but hopeful. “Where?”
“You’ll see.”
They drove through the bustling city streets until they reached a quiet, upscale designer boutique in one of Bangalore’s most exclusive areas. The store was by invitation only — soft lighting, marble floors, and racks of luxurious fabrics that smelled of wealth and refinement. A elegant lady greeted them warmly, recognizing Suresh’s new status.
Suresh guided Sneha inside with a gentle hand on her lower back.
“Pick something elegant… but rich,” he told her quietly. “For the company party on Wednesday. You need to look like you belong there.”
Sneha’s heart fluttered. This was the first time in a long while Suresh had taken her shopping like this, not out of obligation, but with a quiet authority that felt both new and familiar.
She tried on several dresses. The one that stole the show was a deep emerald black silk gown with a subtle shimmer. It had a modest yet alluring neckline, a soft V that hinted at her cleavage without being vulgar. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and the graceful flare of her hips. A high side slit revealed her smooth, toned leg with every step, adding a touch of sensuality. The back was tastefully low, exposing the elegant curve of her spine.
When she stepped out of the fitting room, Suresh’s breath caught.
Sneha looked gracious yet undeniably sexy.
She stood before the mirror, turning slowly. The dress made her look powerful, sophisticated, and quietly seductive.
A perfect balance — graceful enough for high society, sexy enough to turn heads.
Suresh stared for a long moment, his eyes dark with a mix of admiration, possessiveness, and something deeper.
“You look… stunning,” he said quietly, his voice low. “This is the one.”
Sneha blushed, a rare genuine smile touching her lips.
For a brief moment, it felt like old times — Suresh choosing something beautiful for her, looking at her like she was the only woman in the world.
The boutique lady nodded approvingly. “It fits you like it was designed for you, madam. Elegant… yet very tempting.”
Suresh paid without hesitation — the new status and privileges from the 12th floor making such expenses feel almost normal now.
As they left the boutique, Sneha held the expensive dress bag, walking close to him. The evening lights of the city reflected in her eyes.
For the first time in weeks, there was a small, quiet warmth between them.
But both knew it was fragile.
“Tomorrow’s party… we’ll meet someone important,” he said hesitantly.
“His name is Aditya. He’s… kind of a womanizer. So be careful with your words.
Stay close to me.”
Sneha looked at him, sensing the gravity in his tone. She nodded slowly.
“I will.”
They drove home in silence
The Wednesday party was approaching — and with it, Aditya’s world, where nothing was ever simple.
Tuesday morning arrived with an eerie calm in the house.
Gowtham woke up early, his mind already sharp and calculating. He didn’t alarm anyone. He acted completely normal — casual smile, light conversation, as if the devastating night before had never happened. He needed time. He needed to process. He needed to destroy every single piece of evidence that could connect him to anything before they dug deeper.
They should never find out my secrets.
The pain Sneha had caused him still burned like acid in his chest. The way she had used him, tricked him into stroking himself while she fucked her husband right beside him — it was a betrayal that cut deeper than Varsha’s rejection. From now on, no more morality. No more softness. Sneha would be treated exactly like the slut she had proven herself to be.
After the breakfast..
He walked into the kitchen where Sneha was washing utensils. Without a word, he stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply on the cheek, then on the lips — a possessive, lingering kiss that looked loving from the outside. Sneha smiled, surprised but relieved that he seemed okay.
“Have a good day,” she whispered.
Gowtham smiled back, but his eyes were cold. “You too.”
He left for the office without another word.
At the office, Gowtham’s focus was laser-sharp.
He decided not to give Varsha any special attention. He treated her like any other trainee ,professional, distant, and efficient. He had briefly considered exposing her to the boss for her fraudulent assessment, but after last night’s betrayal from Sneha, his perspective had shifted.
Varsha at least told me the truth straight to my face. She never hid what she wanted. Sneha pretended to care while stabbing me in the back.
For the first time, he felt a strange, earned respect for Varsha. She was honest about her ambitions, even if they were ruthless. Sneha had played the loving wife while using him as a tool.
But a question of her still haunted him, What do you have? The money, the real power, he wanted not to prove Varsha but for himself.
He minimized the tender proposal window and opened a new tab. For the next few hours, he searched relentlessly — new business opportunities, startup ideas, funding options, side ventures. His dream of building something of his own — something bigger than this job — suddenly felt urgent. He wanted money. Real money. .
Varsha noticed everything.
She had expected him to be rage-filled, sad, or at least visibly affected. Instead, he was calm, unbothered, and strangely focused. His silence was more unsettling than any outburst. She kept glancing at him, trying to read his mood, but he gave her nothing.
Rahul, meanwhile, continued trying to insert himself into Varsha’s zone, bringing her coffee, leaning close during discussions, making small jokes. Varsha responded politely, but her attention kept drifting back to Gowtham.
Rahul and Varsha went together to Submit the tender. It doesnt affect him, he just focused on his work.
The day passed in a strange, quiet tension.
The elegant dress For wednesday night !
In the evening, after a long day at the office, Suresh surprised Sneha.
He came home earlier than usual, found her in the kitchen, and simply said, “Get ready. We’re going out.”
Sneha looked at him, slightly confused but hopeful. “Where?”
“You’ll see.”
They drove through the bustling city streets until they reached a quiet, upscale designer boutique in one of Bangalore’s most exclusive areas. The store was by invitation only — soft lighting, marble floors, and racks of luxurious fabrics that smelled of wealth and refinement. A elegant lady greeted them warmly, recognizing Suresh’s new status.
Suresh guided Sneha inside with a gentle hand on her lower back.
“Pick something elegant… but rich,” he told her quietly. “For the company party on Wednesday. You need to look like you belong there.”
Sneha’s heart fluttered. This was the first time in a long while Suresh had taken her shopping like this, not out of obligation, but with a quiet authority that felt both new and familiar.
She tried on several dresses. The one that stole the show was a deep emerald black silk gown with a subtle shimmer. It had a modest yet alluring neckline, a soft V that hinted at her cleavage without being vulgar. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and the graceful flare of her hips. A high side slit revealed her smooth, toned leg with every step, adding a touch of sensuality. The back was tastefully low, exposing the elegant curve of her spine.
When she stepped out of the fitting room, Suresh’s breath caught.
Sneha looked gracious yet undeniably sexy.
She stood before the mirror, turning slowly. The dress made her look powerful, sophisticated, and quietly seductive.
A perfect balance — graceful enough for high society, sexy enough to turn heads.
Suresh stared for a long moment, his eyes dark with a mix of admiration, possessiveness, and something deeper.
“You look… stunning,” he said quietly, his voice low. “This is the one.”
Sneha blushed, a rare genuine smile touching her lips.
For a brief moment, it felt like old times — Suresh choosing something beautiful for her, looking at her like she was the only woman in the world.
The boutique lady nodded approvingly. “It fits you like it was designed for you, madam. Elegant… yet very tempting.”
Suresh paid without hesitation — the new status and privileges from the 12th floor making such expenses feel almost normal now.
As they left the boutique, Sneha held the expensive dress bag, walking close to him. The evening lights of the city reflected in her eyes.
For the first time in weeks, there was a small, quiet warmth between them.
But both knew it was fragile.
“Tomorrow’s party… we’ll meet someone important,” he said hesitantly.
“His name is Aditya. He’s… kind of a womanizer. So be careful with your words.
Stay close to me.”
Sneha looked at him, sensing the gravity in his tone. She nodded slowly.
“I will.”
They drove home in silence
The Wednesday party was approaching — and with it, Aditya’s world, where nothing was ever simple.
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