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Chapter 127 - Gowtham's Morning Test
The morning followed its usual rhythm, sunlight slowly creeping across the apartment floors. Gowtham woke up with a sharp, restless energy burning inside him. After days of emotional turmoil, Varsha’s brutal rejection, Sneha’s calculated distance, and the growing suspicion that both husband and wife were quietly investigating him, he had reached a cold decision.
He would get Sneha back under his control.
He wasn’t sure exactly how much they knew — whether they had connected the dots about the hill station trip, the money transfers, or the cake order — but he refused to panic. Instead, he chose to play along, act normal, and slowly tighten his grip again. The best way to win was to make them believe everything was still the same old game.
Determined to start the day strong, Gowtham woke up earlier than usual. He spent the first hour researching business proposals on his laptop, printing out several promising startup ideas and funding models. An old friend from his previous company was planning to launch a new venture and had asked Gowtham to join as a co-founder. For the first time in weeks, Gowtham felt a real sense of purpose — a fresh start, financial independence, and the power he craved. He wanted to prove to himself and eventually to Varsha, that he could rise far beyond what anyone thought.
Dressed in a crisp shirt and trousers, he gathered the printouts, slid them into his laptop bag, and walked over to Suresh’s house. His mind was already two steps ahead: observe Sneha’s behavior, test her boundaries, and slowly pull her back into his zone.
As he stepped inside, the familiar smell of breakfast greeted him. Sneha was in the kitchen, looking fresh and radiant in a simple cotton saree, her face carrying a soft glow he hadn’t seen in days. That brightness only fueled the hunger inside him.
He wanted to fuck her right there.
But he held back. This morning was about testing, not rushing.
He placed his things on the dining table and walked straight into the kitchen without hesitation.
Sneha was at the counter, arranging breakfast. Gowtham came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against his chest. Before she could react, he turned her slightly and kissed her deeply on the lips — a hungry, possessive kiss that lasted a full second.
Sneha pulled back, eyes wide. “Suresh is here,” she whispered urgently. “How many times i would say not here only in Bedroom.”
“I know,” Gowtham murmured, his voice low and teasing, lips brushing her ear. “I missed you these past days. When can we?”
Sneha’s breath caught.
She hadn’t yet spoken to Suresh about continuing the physical side.
“Soon,” she replied softly, trying to sound normal.
Gowtham smirked, clearly testing her. “I will buy a new bedsheet for master bedroom, lets do it under new mattress.”
“No,” she said firmly but quietly. “Guest room. lets go there?”
Why?
Suresh dont feel comfortable in Guest Room.
Even for a day?
Yes, she said.
He didn’t push further. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her again — slower this time, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass over her saree. Sneha let it happen for a moment before gently pushing him back.
“I’m hungry,” he said casually, stepping away. “Give me something quick. I have to meet an old friend about a new startup.”
Startup Sneha asked?
Just a try, i need to raise above the bar Sneha..
Congratulations and best wishes, Sneha said and she quickly placed two idlis on a plate with chutney and sambar.
Gowtham started eating standing up, still watching her with dark, calculating eyes.
A few minutes later, Suresh walked out of the guest room, fully dressed for the office. He sat down at the dining table, expecting breakfast. His eyes immediately fell on the thick stack of proposal printouts Gowtham had left behind — detailed documents about software products, funding models, and startup projections. Suresh’s gaze lingered on them for a moment, a quiet curiosity stirring in his mind.
Then he heard it.
A soft, unmistakable “hmm… mmm…” drifting from the kitchen.
Suresh glanced toward the doorway.
Gowtham had pulled Sneha close again. One of his hands cupped the back of her head possessively while he kissed her deeply, hungrily — their lips moving together with clear passion. Sneha’s hands rested on his chest, fingers lightly gripping his shirt. She wasn’t pushing him away, but she wasn’t fully melting into him either. It was somewhere in between — reluctant acceptance mixed with the familiar pull of habit.
Suresh turned his face away immediately, jaw tight. He stared at the table instead, breathing steadily through his nose.
Minutes later, Gowtham wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, picked up his laptop bag and files, and headed toward the door with a casual, “See you later.”
The front door clicked shut.
Sneha emerged from the kitchen looking slightly flushed, her lips a little swollen, a faint redness on her neck where Gowtham’s stubble had brushed her skin. She placed a plate of hot idlis and chutney in front of Suresh, then sat down beside him.
Her voice came out low and apologetic.
“Gowtham wants a session with me,” Sneha said quietly, her eyes fixed on the table.
“I told him we’ll do it in the guest room.
I hope that’s okay… I'm Sorry,
I didn’t get a chance to discuss it with you properly.”
Suresh picked up a piece of idli, dipping it slowly in the chutney.
A mischievous little smile tugged at his lips.
“Okay, Detective Madam,”
he teased lightly. “Planning secret missions already?”
Sneha’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink.
She gave a timid, shy smile and looked down, clearly embarrassed.
Suresh chuckled, his voice warm and playful.
Madam, why are you suddenly feeling shy? as if like sex between you two are something very new!!”
She playfully slapped his hand. “Stop it! Why are you teasing me"?
Suresh: See your skin looks pale, Too much Shyness.. ,
He laughed a bit then asked
Where was my bold wife, who bite Mr. Gowtham's Dick?.
Sneha controlled her laugh.. she looked down and continued I don’t know…
after what all we discussed, this time it just feels different.”
Suresh let out a low, amused laugh, clearly enjoying teasing her.
“Madam, don’t lose your focus now,” he said, his tone playful but pointed.
“At this rate, I fear you’ll forget your actual goal.”
He leaned back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I’m already imagining it — next morning I knock on your door and ask, ‘Did you find the truth?’
And you’ll look at me all innocent and say, ‘I found it different… new…the sex with him, as a reason i forget to track the truth’
Oh no…”
He laughed heavily.
Sneha couldn’t help but laugh along with him, though a trace of guilt still lingered in her eyes.
She bit her lip, her expression turning a bit more serious.
“I’m sorry about the kitchen,” she said softly. “I tried to stop him, but he was… quite forceful. It won’t happen again.”
Suresh nodded slowly while chewing, then reached out and gently took her hand, his thumb stroking the back of it reassuringly.
“You’re playing with fire, you know that?” he said, half-teasing, half-serious. “I trust you… but he’s had a taste of you now. Just be careful, okay?”.
He paused for a second, then added with a smirk, “We still need answers. The moment you find what we’re looking for in his chats or transactions… we close this chapter for good.”
Sneha nodded, relief washing over her face. She knew he was trying to ease her guilt.
“So don’t feel bad about it,” Suresh continued, his voice lighter again. “Think of it as… enjoying the pleasure while it lasts. As long as it helps our purpose, it’s fine.”
Deep down, she knew exactly what he was doing — keeping the conversation fun and energetic so she wouldn’t drown in guilt, pain, or panic. The teasing was his way of making this easier for her. Sneha leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly, letting her lips linger there for a moment.
“Thank you,” she whispered warmly.
The morning followed its usual rhythm, sunlight slowly creeping across the apartment floors. Gowtham woke up with a sharp, restless energy burning inside him. After days of emotional turmoil, Varsha’s brutal rejection, Sneha’s calculated distance, and the growing suspicion that both husband and wife were quietly investigating him, he had reached a cold decision.
He would get Sneha back under his control.
He wasn’t sure exactly how much they knew — whether they had connected the dots about the hill station trip, the money transfers, or the cake order — but he refused to panic. Instead, he chose to play along, act normal, and slowly tighten his grip again. The best way to win was to make them believe everything was still the same old game.
Determined to start the day strong, Gowtham woke up earlier than usual. He spent the first hour researching business proposals on his laptop, printing out several promising startup ideas and funding models. An old friend from his previous company was planning to launch a new venture and had asked Gowtham to join as a co-founder. For the first time in weeks, Gowtham felt a real sense of purpose — a fresh start, financial independence, and the power he craved. He wanted to prove to himself and eventually to Varsha, that he could rise far beyond what anyone thought.
Dressed in a crisp shirt and trousers, he gathered the printouts, slid them into his laptop bag, and walked over to Suresh’s house. His mind was already two steps ahead: observe Sneha’s behavior, test her boundaries, and slowly pull her back into his zone.
As he stepped inside, the familiar smell of breakfast greeted him. Sneha was in the kitchen, looking fresh and radiant in a simple cotton saree, her face carrying a soft glow he hadn’t seen in days. That brightness only fueled the hunger inside him.
He wanted to fuck her right there.
But he held back. This morning was about testing, not rushing.
He placed his things on the dining table and walked straight into the kitchen without hesitation.
Sneha was at the counter, arranging breakfast. Gowtham came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against his chest. Before she could react, he turned her slightly and kissed her deeply on the lips — a hungry, possessive kiss that lasted a full second.
Sneha pulled back, eyes wide. “Suresh is here,” she whispered urgently. “How many times i would say not here only in Bedroom.”
“I know,” Gowtham murmured, his voice low and teasing, lips brushing her ear. “I missed you these past days. When can we?”
Sneha’s breath caught.
She hadn’t yet spoken to Suresh about continuing the physical side.
“Soon,” she replied softly, trying to sound normal.
Gowtham smirked, clearly testing her. “I will buy a new bedsheet for master bedroom, lets do it under new mattress.”
“No,” she said firmly but quietly. “Guest room. lets go there?”
Why?
Suresh dont feel comfortable in Guest Room.
Even for a day?
Yes, she said.
He didn’t push further. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her again — slower this time, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass over her saree. Sneha let it happen for a moment before gently pushing him back.
“I’m hungry,” he said casually, stepping away. “Give me something quick. I have to meet an old friend about a new startup.”
Startup Sneha asked?
Just a try, i need to raise above the bar Sneha..
Congratulations and best wishes, Sneha said and she quickly placed two idlis on a plate with chutney and sambar.
Gowtham started eating standing up, still watching her with dark, calculating eyes.
A few minutes later, Suresh walked out of the guest room, fully dressed for the office. He sat down at the dining table, expecting breakfast. His eyes immediately fell on the thick stack of proposal printouts Gowtham had left behind — detailed documents about software products, funding models, and startup projections. Suresh’s gaze lingered on them for a moment, a quiet curiosity stirring in his mind.
Then he heard it.
A soft, unmistakable “hmm… mmm…” drifting from the kitchen.
Suresh glanced toward the doorway.
Gowtham had pulled Sneha close again. One of his hands cupped the back of her head possessively while he kissed her deeply, hungrily — their lips moving together with clear passion. Sneha’s hands rested on his chest, fingers lightly gripping his shirt. She wasn’t pushing him away, but she wasn’t fully melting into him either. It was somewhere in between — reluctant acceptance mixed with the familiar pull of habit.
Suresh turned his face away immediately, jaw tight. He stared at the table instead, breathing steadily through his nose.
Minutes later, Gowtham wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, picked up his laptop bag and files, and headed toward the door with a casual, “See you later.”
The front door clicked shut.
Sneha emerged from the kitchen looking slightly flushed, her lips a little swollen, a faint redness on her neck where Gowtham’s stubble had brushed her skin. She placed a plate of hot idlis and chutney in front of Suresh, then sat down beside him.
Her voice came out low and apologetic.
“Gowtham wants a session with me,” Sneha said quietly, her eyes fixed on the table.
“I told him we’ll do it in the guest room.
I hope that’s okay… I'm Sorry,
I didn’t get a chance to discuss it with you properly.”
Suresh picked up a piece of idli, dipping it slowly in the chutney.
A mischievous little smile tugged at his lips.
“Okay, Detective Madam,”
he teased lightly. “Planning secret missions already?”
Sneha’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink.
She gave a timid, shy smile and looked down, clearly embarrassed.
Suresh chuckled, his voice warm and playful.
Madam, why are you suddenly feeling shy? as if like sex between you two are something very new!!”
She playfully slapped his hand. “Stop it! Why are you teasing me"?
Suresh: See your skin looks pale, Too much Shyness.. ,
He laughed a bit then asked
Where was my bold wife, who bite Mr. Gowtham's Dick?.
Sneha controlled her laugh.. she looked down and continued I don’t know…
after what all we discussed, this time it just feels different.”
Suresh let out a low, amused laugh, clearly enjoying teasing her.
“Madam, don’t lose your focus now,” he said, his tone playful but pointed.
“At this rate, I fear you’ll forget your actual goal.”
He leaned back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I’m already imagining it — next morning I knock on your door and ask, ‘Did you find the truth?’
And you’ll look at me all innocent and say, ‘I found it different… new…the sex with him, as a reason i forget to track the truth’
Oh no…”
He laughed heavily.
Sneha couldn’t help but laugh along with him, though a trace of guilt still lingered in her eyes.
She bit her lip, her expression turning a bit more serious.
“I’m sorry about the kitchen,” she said softly. “I tried to stop him, but he was… quite forceful. It won’t happen again.”
Suresh nodded slowly while chewing, then reached out and gently took her hand, his thumb stroking the back of it reassuringly.
“You’re playing with fire, you know that?” he said, half-teasing, half-serious. “I trust you… but he’s had a taste of you now. Just be careful, okay?”.
He paused for a second, then added with a smirk, “We still need answers. The moment you find what we’re looking for in his chats or transactions… we close this chapter for good.”
Sneha nodded, relief washing over her face. She knew he was trying to ease her guilt.
“So don’t feel bad about it,” Suresh continued, his voice lighter again. “Think of it as… enjoying the pleasure while it lasts. As long as it helps our purpose, it’s fine.”
Deep down, she knew exactly what he was doing — keeping the conversation fun and energetic so she wouldn’t drown in guilt, pain, or panic. The teasing was his way of making this easier for her. Sneha leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly, letting her lips linger there for a moment.
“Thank you,” she whispered warmly.
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