19-05-2026, 11:10 PM
Chapter 149 - Reflections and Reality
When Varsha left the ward, Gowtham sat in silence, staring at the bouquet she had placed on the side table.
He couldn’t believe the transformation he had just witnessed. The bold, confident, slightly dangerous Varsha he once knew had returned — the one who didn’t beg, didn’t cry, and didn’t bend over backwards for anyone. The same woman who had coldly told him money was everything and that he wasn’t in her range.
Why does it feel like I’m losing control over her? Did i overdoes it? he thought.
Jiiva walked back into the room a few minutes later, carrying a bottle of water.
“Who was that with the bouquet?” Jiiva asked casually.
“Varsha,” Gowtham replied, still lost in thought.
Jiiva raised an eyebrow. “So when are you getting discharged? Did the doctor say anything?”
“Yes. They’re discharging me today. Sneha is meeting the doctor right now. She’ll let us know the details.”
“Where’s her husband?”
“He went with her.”
Jiiva smirked. “Dei, why don’t you just say both of them went? I don’t consider him a factor anyway.”
Gowtham didn’t respond.
Jiiva sat on the chair beside the bed and looked at him seriously.
“I rightly said you’re an ungrateful idiot.
Have some shame, machi. They were the ones who stayed with you the whole night.
Sneha even cooked for you.” But you are ridiculing her husband at their back?
“I know,” Gowtham muttered.
“Still, he is nothing before a beauty like Sneha,” he added under his breath.
Jiiva suddenly slapped Gowtham’s wounded leg — not hard, but enough to make him wince.
“That lady is married, da! Varsha has come here twice now just for you, she dropped her ego came to you.. Just accept her love and move on.
Don’t use anything filthy in your mind. I saw how your eyes went on Sneha yesterday. If you hurt her, I’ll warn her husband myself.”
Gowtham laughed darkly. Jiiva had no idea Sneha was in a sexual relationship with him.
Jiiva shook his head. “I’m serious. What’s low with Varsha? She is gorgeous, open your eyes, she looks like an actress.
anyone will eye, Sneha is good, but she is nothing before Varsha.. and she is on your age too.
Seeing unresponsiveness from Gowtham,
after a smirk Jiiva said.
Everything comes easier in your way, that's why you’re taking it lightly, taking people for granted, and mistreating them.”
Stop your lessons and cant you keep quiet as a good friend.
Jiiva said a Good friend is one who lead his friend to right path,
im not the one who keep silence as you ask. or encourage your absurdness. .
Jiiva stopped speaking as Sneha and Suresh entered the ward.
They had completed the discharge formalities.
Suresh looked at Jiiva and said, “We’ll take him home this evening.
Are you coming with us?”
Jiiva shook his head. “I’m getting back to my trip tonight, so I won’t be available for a month.
Take care of him.”
They dispersed after a short conversation.
That Evening
Gowtham was discharged and brought home in Suresh’s car. He moved slowly with the help of crutches, his leg heavily bandaged.
Suresh and Sneha had already prepared the guest room for him — clean sheets, a side table for medicines, and easy access to the bathroom. They helped him settle in without much conversation.
Gowtham lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling.
He was now officially staying in their house — dependent on the same couple he had once manipulated.
A strange, uneasy feeling settled in his chest.
When Varsha left the ward, Gowtham sat in silence, staring at the bouquet she had placed on the side table.
He couldn’t believe the transformation he had just witnessed. The bold, confident, slightly dangerous Varsha he once knew had returned — the one who didn’t beg, didn’t cry, and didn’t bend over backwards for anyone. The same woman who had coldly told him money was everything and that he wasn’t in her range.
Why does it feel like I’m losing control over her? Did i overdoes it? he thought.
Jiiva walked back into the room a few minutes later, carrying a bottle of water.
“Who was that with the bouquet?” Jiiva asked casually.
“Varsha,” Gowtham replied, still lost in thought.
Jiiva raised an eyebrow. “So when are you getting discharged? Did the doctor say anything?”
“Yes. They’re discharging me today. Sneha is meeting the doctor right now. She’ll let us know the details.”
“Where’s her husband?”
“He went with her.”
Jiiva smirked. “Dei, why don’t you just say both of them went? I don’t consider him a factor anyway.”
Gowtham didn’t respond.
Jiiva sat on the chair beside the bed and looked at him seriously.
“I rightly said you’re an ungrateful idiot.
Have some shame, machi. They were the ones who stayed with you the whole night.
Sneha even cooked for you.” But you are ridiculing her husband at their back?
“I know,” Gowtham muttered.
“Still, he is nothing before a beauty like Sneha,” he added under his breath.
Jiiva suddenly slapped Gowtham’s wounded leg — not hard, but enough to make him wince.
“That lady is married, da! Varsha has come here twice now just for you, she dropped her ego came to you.. Just accept her love and move on.
Don’t use anything filthy in your mind. I saw how your eyes went on Sneha yesterday. If you hurt her, I’ll warn her husband myself.”
Gowtham laughed darkly. Jiiva had no idea Sneha was in a sexual relationship with him.
Jiiva shook his head. “I’m serious. What’s low with Varsha? She is gorgeous, open your eyes, she looks like an actress.
anyone will eye, Sneha is good, but she is nothing before Varsha.. and she is on your age too.
Seeing unresponsiveness from Gowtham,
after a smirk Jiiva said.
Everything comes easier in your way, that's why you’re taking it lightly, taking people for granted, and mistreating them.”
Stop your lessons and cant you keep quiet as a good friend.
Jiiva said a Good friend is one who lead his friend to right path,
im not the one who keep silence as you ask. or encourage your absurdness. .
Jiiva stopped speaking as Sneha and Suresh entered the ward.
They had completed the discharge formalities.
Suresh looked at Jiiva and said, “We’ll take him home this evening.
Are you coming with us?”
Jiiva shook his head. “I’m getting back to my trip tonight, so I won’t be available for a month.
Take care of him.”
They dispersed after a short conversation.
That Evening
Gowtham was discharged and brought home in Suresh’s car. He moved slowly with the help of crutches, his leg heavily bandaged.
Suresh and Sneha had already prepared the guest room for him — clean sheets, a side table for medicines, and easy access to the bathroom. They helped him settle in without much conversation.
Gowtham lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling.
He was now officially staying in their house — dependent on the same couple he had once manipulated.
A strange, uneasy feeling settled in his chest.
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