21-05-2026, 01:34 AM
Chapter 155- Practical Love and Painful Truths
The sixth week began with a fragile surface calm.
Ramya’s presence at home forced everyone to play their roles. Sneha smiled more, spoke politely with Suresh in front of their daughter, and made sure the house felt normal. For three nights, the three of them shared the master bedroom — Ramya between her parents. Sneha and Suresh lay on either side of their daughter, close enough to touch if they reached out, yet no words passed between them after the lights went off. The silence was heavy, polite on the outside, but filled with unspoken guilt and exhaustion.
On Monday morning, Suresh handed Sneha the car keys.
“I have an early meeting. Take the car, if you are taking Gowtham for doctor visit. I’ll go by bike.”
Sneha nodded without argument. She helped Gowtham into the passenger seat, his movements still careful but noticeably better. Suresh watched them leave from the balcony, a storm of his own guilt churning inside him.
At the hospital, the doctor examined Gowtham’s leg, removed the final bandage, and asked him to walk a few steps.
Gowtham moved with surprising ease.
“Any pain?” the doctor asked.
“None at all,” Gowtham replied honestly.
“Actually… it had gotten much better last week itself.”
He didnt realize he is blurting truth, while he had lied and faked past week.
Sneha, standing beside him, felt a sharp sting. He had been faking the severity all this time — the falls, the helpless act, the midnight calls.
She said nothing, but the realization settled heavily in her chest.
While they waited for the chief doctor’s final consultation, Sneha stepped out to pay for a new X-ray. Gowtham sat alone in the corridor.
That’s when Varsha and Mirna walked in.
Varsha was dressed in a crisp, confident salwar — poised, professional, and carrying a thick file. Mirna stood beside her like a quiet guardian.
Gowtham’s eyes widened. “Varsha…? How did you know I was here today?”
Varsha gave a small, steady smile. “I got to know from nurse, the second time when i came to hospital to mee you. I remembered.”
Its a long term, that's why i didn't come to meet your or attempt to meet you.
She stepped forward and handed him the file.
“Open it.”
Gowtham flipped through the pages — detailed market research, financial projections, investor pitch decks, competitor analysis, even a complete business plan for his AI startup. Everything was meticulously prepared.
He looked up, stunned. “Why… why did you do all this?”
Varsha took a deep breath, her voice calm but sincere.
“I’m not good with emotional words, Gowtham. When I try, it comes out wrong. So instead of writing a hundred love letters, I did this. I know you want to start fresh. These six weeks would have been wasted for you. I worked on it so you wouldn’t lose time.”
She paused, then continued softly, “I don’t see anyone marrying me if they know my full story… my shades. So consider these papers as my practical love letter. If you don’t want it, it’s fine. All the best for your future. But if you still want to test me… try me… then let’s begin our friendship properly. That’s all I wanted to say.”
For the first time in weeks, Varsha looked at him with clear eyes — no desperation, no games, just quiet strength.
Before Gowtham could respond, Varsha turned and left with Mirna.
Hurt
Sneha returned at that exact moment and saw the two women walking away.
She forced a playful smile, trying to mask the exhaustion and confusion about his fakeness swirling inside her.
“Who were they? Your new lovers?” She asked playfully.
Gowtham, still processing the file in his hands, smirked without thinking.
The words slipped out before he could soften them — raw, crude, and dripping with arrogance.
His arrogance came from moment he realize, Varsha the women he loves can do anything for him, not just emotionally, she is practical and get him a bright future.
Sneha looked like a doll he use for sex, before Varsha.
Not two lovers just one, he said.
oh, her voice gone down with curiosity and processing.
“Don’t worry, my dear. Even if I marry her… I’ll find a way to keep filling your cunt.
A slut like you can’t get any real peace with just Suresh’s dick anyway.”
The words landed like a slap across her face.
That too he uttered publicly when people are around.
Sneha froze. Her playful smile shattered completely. Her face went pale, eyes widening in shock and pain.
For a second, she couldn’t breathe — the humiliation burned through her chest like acid.
Slut.
That single word echoed in her mind, louder than anything else. After weeks of taking care of him, helping him bathe, feeding him, supporting him through his recovery… this was how he saw her. Not as a woman who had shown him kindness. Not even as someone he once claimed to care for. Just a convenient hole he could use on the side.
Her hands trembled slightly at her sides. The file he was holding suddenly felt like proof of how little she truly meant to him — a practical gesture from Varsha, while she had been reduced to this.
Gowtham noticed the shift in her expression too late. He tried to laugh it off as a joke, but the damage was already done.
The air between them had turned ice-cold.
Sneha didn’t say a word. She simply turned and walked toward the hospital corridor, her steps mechanical, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.
Inside her chest, something finally broke.
The sixth week began with a fragile surface calm.
Ramya’s presence at home forced everyone to play their roles. Sneha smiled more, spoke politely with Suresh in front of their daughter, and made sure the house felt normal. For three nights, the three of them shared the master bedroom — Ramya between her parents. Sneha and Suresh lay on either side of their daughter, close enough to touch if they reached out, yet no words passed between them after the lights went off. The silence was heavy, polite on the outside, but filled with unspoken guilt and exhaustion.
On Monday morning, Suresh handed Sneha the car keys.
“I have an early meeting. Take the car, if you are taking Gowtham for doctor visit. I’ll go by bike.”
Sneha nodded without argument. She helped Gowtham into the passenger seat, his movements still careful but noticeably better. Suresh watched them leave from the balcony, a storm of his own guilt churning inside him.
At the hospital, the doctor examined Gowtham’s leg, removed the final bandage, and asked him to walk a few steps.
Gowtham moved with surprising ease.
“Any pain?” the doctor asked.
“None at all,” Gowtham replied honestly.
“Actually… it had gotten much better last week itself.”
He didnt realize he is blurting truth, while he had lied and faked past week.
Sneha, standing beside him, felt a sharp sting. He had been faking the severity all this time — the falls, the helpless act, the midnight calls.
She said nothing, but the realization settled heavily in her chest.
While they waited for the chief doctor’s final consultation, Sneha stepped out to pay for a new X-ray. Gowtham sat alone in the corridor.
That’s when Varsha and Mirna walked in.
Varsha was dressed in a crisp, confident salwar — poised, professional, and carrying a thick file. Mirna stood beside her like a quiet guardian.
Gowtham’s eyes widened. “Varsha…? How did you know I was here today?”
Varsha gave a small, steady smile. “I got to know from nurse, the second time when i came to hospital to mee you. I remembered.”
Its a long term, that's why i didn't come to meet your or attempt to meet you.
She stepped forward and handed him the file.
“Open it.”
Gowtham flipped through the pages — detailed market research, financial projections, investor pitch decks, competitor analysis, even a complete business plan for his AI startup. Everything was meticulously prepared.
He looked up, stunned. “Why… why did you do all this?”
Varsha took a deep breath, her voice calm but sincere.
“I’m not good with emotional words, Gowtham. When I try, it comes out wrong. So instead of writing a hundred love letters, I did this. I know you want to start fresh. These six weeks would have been wasted for you. I worked on it so you wouldn’t lose time.”
She paused, then continued softly, “I don’t see anyone marrying me if they know my full story… my shades. So consider these papers as my practical love letter. If you don’t want it, it’s fine. All the best for your future. But if you still want to test me… try me… then let’s begin our friendship properly. That’s all I wanted to say.”
For the first time in weeks, Varsha looked at him with clear eyes — no desperation, no games, just quiet strength.
Before Gowtham could respond, Varsha turned and left with Mirna.
Hurt
Sneha returned at that exact moment and saw the two women walking away.
She forced a playful smile, trying to mask the exhaustion and confusion about his fakeness swirling inside her.
“Who were they? Your new lovers?” She asked playfully.
Gowtham, still processing the file in his hands, smirked without thinking.
The words slipped out before he could soften them — raw, crude, and dripping with arrogance.
His arrogance came from moment he realize, Varsha the women he loves can do anything for him, not just emotionally, she is practical and get him a bright future.
Sneha looked like a doll he use for sex, before Varsha.
Not two lovers just one, he said.
oh, her voice gone down with curiosity and processing.
“Don’t worry, my dear. Even if I marry her… I’ll find a way to keep filling your cunt.
A slut like you can’t get any real peace with just Suresh’s dick anyway.”
The words landed like a slap across her face.
That too he uttered publicly when people are around.
Sneha froze. Her playful smile shattered completely. Her face went pale, eyes widening in shock and pain.
For a second, she couldn’t breathe — the humiliation burned through her chest like acid.
Slut.
That single word echoed in her mind, louder than anything else. After weeks of taking care of him, helping him bathe, feeding him, supporting him through his recovery… this was how he saw her. Not as a woman who had shown him kindness. Not even as someone he once claimed to care for. Just a convenient hole he could use on the side.
Her hands trembled slightly at her sides. The file he was holding suddenly felt like proof of how little she truly meant to him — a practical gesture from Varsha, while she had been reduced to this.
Gowtham noticed the shift in her expression too late. He tried to laugh it off as a joke, but the damage was already done.
The air between them had turned ice-cold.
Sneha didn’t say a word. She simply turned and walked toward the hospital corridor, her steps mechanical, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.
Inside her chest, something finally broke.
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