16-05-2026, 01:36 PM
Chapter 126 - Parallel Paths
It was 9.20 PM. The moment Aditya Saw Suresh
He said..
“Ah, Suresh! Welcome back. Let me show you both my private mini theatre, and then we can join the others for dinner. The guests are waiting, but they can wait a little longer.”
Sneha quietly asked, “I wanted to ask this… you spent quite a long time with us. There are still 10-15 people waiting out there.”
Aditya smiled smoothly. “They’ve seen these places many times. Suresh is new here, so I wanted to give him the full experience.”
As they walked, Aditya proudly showed them his majestic private mini theatre — a luxurious, intimate space with plush seating, a massive screen, and state-of-the-art sound system.
When they returned to the main hall, Suresh noticed Sneha speaking with someone on Phone.
The party was winding down by 10:30 PM.
Suresh glanced at his watch and leaned toward Sneha.
“It’s getting late. We should leave.”
Sneha nodded, visibly relieved. The evening had been overwhelming — the luxury, the subtle power plays, and Aditya’s lingering attention had left her drained.
Suresh found Aditya briefly to say goodbye.
Aditya gave him a knowing smile, his eyes flicking once more toward Sneha.
“Take care of her, Suresh,” he said smoothly.
“A woman like that deserves the best.”
Suresh forced a polite nod, took Sneha’s hand, and guided her out.
The drive home was quiet. Sneha stared out the window, lost in thought, while Suresh’s mind replayed every moment Aditya had looked at his wife.
Same night a few hours back …
Gowtham was driving his bike home, his mind heavy with processing.
He had spent the entire day in a different kind of storm.
He had barely slept the previous night, just like Monday.
Varsha’s harsh rejection and Sneha’s calculated betrayal kept echoing in his head.
But instead of breaking him completely, it had ignited something dangerous — a burning ambition.
He spent hours at his desk, researching startups, investment opportunities, side businesses, and ways to scale his income rapidly. He studied successful entrepreneurs, funding models, and even dark web whispers about quick-rich schemes. His dream of becoming a powerful, wealthy man — someone who could silence women like Varsha with his status — consumed him.
By evening, he felt a strange sense of gratitude toward her.
She opened my eyes.
She showed me I was nothing.
Now I’ll become everything.
He decided he would prove himself. Not just to Varsha, but to the world.
When he finally reached home around 9:40 PM, the apartment was strangely quiet. The door to Suresh’s house was locked.
No lights. No sign of Sneha.
He called her.
Sneha answered after a few rings. “We’re at Suresh’s company gathering. It’s running late. We’ll be back after some time. Buy some food outside and sleep at your place she said.”
Gowtham muttered a dull “okay” and hung up.
He took a long, hot bath, trying to wash away the frustration and rejection. When he came out, he sat on his bed and opened his phone.
His mind was not ready to chase Sneha tonight.
He had been in too much turmoil, so he decided to use this chance as a break to come back stronger.
Last night he had deliberately slept in his own house, not going to Sneha’s place, so he could buy some time and plan his next moves. But his mind was still not clear.
Today, something had shifted. The new opportunities he had been researching gave him a clear path and vision.
He had already decided to give up on Varsha. The only pending matter was Sneha and her trick on him.
One part of his mind still wanted to lure Sneha back — to use his charm, to make her crave him again, to reclaim the control he had lost. The other part screamed to focus only on growth and power.
He smirked to himself.
Why choose just one? I can do both in parallel.
He trusted his charm completely. He didn’t know that Sneha had already denied a far more dangerous and powerful charmer that very night.
With cold determination, he started deleting evidence — old contact details, WhatsApp chats with shady numbers, transaction records, anything that could link him to the kidnapping of Suresh at the hill station.
It was 9.20 PM. The moment Aditya Saw Suresh
He said..
“Ah, Suresh! Welcome back. Let me show you both my private mini theatre, and then we can join the others for dinner. The guests are waiting, but they can wait a little longer.”
Sneha quietly asked, “I wanted to ask this… you spent quite a long time with us. There are still 10-15 people waiting out there.”
Aditya smiled smoothly. “They’ve seen these places many times. Suresh is new here, so I wanted to give him the full experience.”
As they walked, Aditya proudly showed them his majestic private mini theatre — a luxurious, intimate space with plush seating, a massive screen, and state-of-the-art sound system.
When they returned to the main hall, Suresh noticed Sneha speaking with someone on Phone.
The party was winding down by 10:30 PM.
Suresh glanced at his watch and leaned toward Sneha.
“It’s getting late. We should leave.”
Sneha nodded, visibly relieved. The evening had been overwhelming — the luxury, the subtle power plays, and Aditya’s lingering attention had left her drained.
Suresh found Aditya briefly to say goodbye.
Aditya gave him a knowing smile, his eyes flicking once more toward Sneha.
“Take care of her, Suresh,” he said smoothly.
“A woman like that deserves the best.”
Suresh forced a polite nod, took Sneha’s hand, and guided her out.
The drive home was quiet. Sneha stared out the window, lost in thought, while Suresh’s mind replayed every moment Aditya had looked at his wife.
Same night a few hours back …
Gowtham was driving his bike home, his mind heavy with processing.
He had spent the entire day in a different kind of storm.
He had barely slept the previous night, just like Monday.
Varsha’s harsh rejection and Sneha’s calculated betrayal kept echoing in his head.
But instead of breaking him completely, it had ignited something dangerous — a burning ambition.
He spent hours at his desk, researching startups, investment opportunities, side businesses, and ways to scale his income rapidly. He studied successful entrepreneurs, funding models, and even dark web whispers about quick-rich schemes. His dream of becoming a powerful, wealthy man — someone who could silence women like Varsha with his status — consumed him.
By evening, he felt a strange sense of gratitude toward her.
She opened my eyes.
She showed me I was nothing.
Now I’ll become everything.
He decided he would prove himself. Not just to Varsha, but to the world.
When he finally reached home around 9:40 PM, the apartment was strangely quiet. The door to Suresh’s house was locked.
No lights. No sign of Sneha.
He called her.
Sneha answered after a few rings. “We’re at Suresh’s company gathering. It’s running late. We’ll be back after some time. Buy some food outside and sleep at your place she said.”
Gowtham muttered a dull “okay” and hung up.
He took a long, hot bath, trying to wash away the frustration and rejection. When he came out, he sat on his bed and opened his phone.
His mind was not ready to chase Sneha tonight.
He had been in too much turmoil, so he decided to use this chance as a break to come back stronger.
Last night he had deliberately slept in his own house, not going to Sneha’s place, so he could buy some time and plan his next moves. But his mind was still not clear.
Today, something had shifted. The new opportunities he had been researching gave him a clear path and vision.
He had already decided to give up on Varsha. The only pending matter was Sneha and her trick on him.
One part of his mind still wanted to lure Sneha back — to use his charm, to make her crave him again, to reclaim the control he had lost. The other part screamed to focus only on growth and power.
He smirked to himself.
Why choose just one? I can do both in parallel.
He trusted his charm completely. He didn’t know that Sneha had already denied a far more dangerous and powerful charmer that very night.
With cold determination, he started deleting evidence — old contact details, WhatsApp chats with shady numbers, transaction records, anything that could link him to the kidnapping of Suresh at the hill station.
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