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Chapter 163 - Months of Madness and Rejection
One Month passed .
Aditya - Suresh
Time moved fast when lives were being rebuilt in different directions.
At V-Activate, Suresh’s rise had been nothing short of remarkable. His sharp insights, calm decision-making, and innovative ideas had quickly made him indispensable. Aditya began inviting him to private strategy sessions. What started as professional respect soon turned into genuine friendship. They met once a week at Aditya’s private villa — away from the office, away from prying eyes. Over glasses of fine whiskey, they shared not just business plans, but personal stories. Aditya spoke of the ruthless legacy he inherited from his father. Suresh opened up about his infuential family yet he choose to be a marketing guy. The bond between them deepened. Suresh began overshadowing even Vinodhini in certain meetings, directly handling several “Hands” and their talent acquisition strategies. Aditya trusted him more with each passing week.
Starting of Second Month
Sneha - Suresh
Sneha had almost completely forgotten that Gowtham even existed.
The trip with Suresh and Ramya had done its magic. The laughter, the new places, the quiet nights where Suresh held her close — it had slowly pushed the past into the background. Gowtham’s cruel words, his manipulation, even the locked door across the hall had faded from her daily thoughts. Life had moved on. She was focusing on her family again.
One ordinary afternoon, while Suresh was at the office and Ramya was at college, the doorbell rang.
Sneha opened the door to find a young courier boy standing there with a package.
“Ma’am, delivery for flat number 4B,” he said, checking his device. “Gowtham sir?”
The name hit her like a forgotten echo.
Sneha paused, her eyes instinctively drifting to the locked door across the hallway. It had remained shut for months now. Dust had gathered on the handle. No movement. No sound. It was as if Gowtham had vanished from their lives entirely.
She signed for the package, her mind suddenly unsettled. As the courier left, she stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door. A strange mix of relief and unease settled over her. Where is he? Has he really moved on? Or is he still somewhere close, waiting?
That night, after Ramya had gone to bed, Sneha and Suresh were lying together in the master bedroom. The lights were dim. Suresh was scrolling through his phone while Sneha rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
She finally spoke, her voice soft but curious.
“The door remained locked for months now,”
she said. “I didn’t call him. as you don't want me to.
He doesn’t care either.
You said you have powers… and Hands.
Did you do anything?”
Suresh looked down at her, a small, amused smile forming on his lips.
He put his phone aside and pulled her closer.
He laughed lightly, the sound warm and genuine.
“No, darling. Why should I? He may have a different reason.
Maybe he finally found something better to do with his life.”
Sneha lifted her head, looking at him with playful suspicion.
She poked his chest.
“You used your hands only to catch my throat or hold my hands while fucking me,” she teased, her voice low and mischievous.
“I thought something else.” When you said about using Hands to stop Gowtham.
Suresh burst into laughter, the sound rich and carefree. He rolled her onto her back, pinning her gently beneath him as he hovered over her.
“Oh? So now you’re complaining about how I use my hands?” he asked, grinning down at her.
Sneha laughed too, her eyes sparkling with the familiar playfulness that had been missing for so long.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“I’m just saying… if you have real power, use it for something useful,” she whispered teasingly.
Suresh leaned down and kissed her deeply, his hand sliding down her side in a slow, possessive caress.
“I’ll use my power however I want,” he murmured against her lips. “Right now… I just want to use it on you.”
Sneha smiled into the kiss, her body relaxing under his. This has been the happening for them, the shadow of Gowtham felt truly distant.
Towards the end of second month
Varsha - Gowtham
Meanwhile, Gowtham and Varsha had thrown themselves completely into their startup.
By day, they continued at Prakash’s company — Varsha managing temporary HR duties, Gowtham resuming his role with quiet efficiency. By night, they are into the startup. They rotated shifts — one would handle office work during the day, the other would stay late at the startup. They were exhausted, surviving on coffee and determination, but the shared purpose kept them going.
Gowtham had received his promised double salary and paid leave arrears. The money helped stabilize things. For the first time in months, his mind was completely on fire with ambition. Sex, Sneha, even the old house — everything had taken a backseat. His focus was singular: building something of his own.
In the rare moments when their new staff was absent, Gowtham and Varsha found themselves alone in the small office. He would steal glances at her — the way she concentrated, the quiet confidence she carried. Once or twice, when they were working late, their faces came dangerously close while reviewing documents. Gowtham’s urge returned like a storm. He wanted her. Badly. But she stayed professional, gently pulling back every time.
One evening, as they sat on the old sofa reviewing projections, Gowtham leaned in, his lips inches from hers.
“Just one kiss,” he whispered, voice thick with need.
They were alone in the small startup office, the only light coming from a single desk lamp that cast long shadows across the room. Varsha was sitting on the old sofa, reviewing the latest projections on her laptop. Gowtham had leaned in too close while pointing at a figure on the screen. Their faces were inches apart. His breath brushed against her lips. The air between them felt heavy, charged with weeks of unspoken tension.
For a split second, Varsha’s eyes flickered to his mouth. Her hand, which had been resting on the laptop, moved instinctively to his chest. She placed it there firmly, stopping him before their lips could meet.
“No,” she said softly, but with quiet resolve. “Not like this.”
Gowtham froze, his body tense with desire. He didn’t pull away immediately, his forehead almost touching hers.
“I want it memorable,” she continued, her voice gentle but unwavering. “I want it after marriage. When it means something real.”
Gowtham pulled back slowly, surprised but not angry.
A dark, frustrated chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned back against the sofa, running a hand through his hair.
“So you stroked Rahul once… but not me?” he asked, his tone half-teasing, half-challenging. His eyes still burned with hunger as they traced the curve of her neck, the slight rise of her chest beneath her top.
Varsha smiled — a mix of playfulness and seriousness that only made her more alluring in that moment. She closed the laptop and turned to face him fully, her hand still resting lightly on his chest as if to keep the distance.
“That was different,” she said calmly. “Rahul was a tool. A necessity. I needed something from him, and I used what I had to get it. With you… it’s real. I don’t want to rush something meaningful. I want to treasure it. I want our first real kiss, our first real night, to feel like the beginning of something lasting.”
Gowtham stared at her, the frustration clear in his eyes. He respected her boundary — barely. His hand twitched as if he wanted to pull her closer, but he held back. The rejection, combined with weeks of suppressed desire and late nights working side by side, stirred something dangerous inside him. A raw, possessive hunger he hadn’t felt this intensely in a long time.
He forced a small smile and nodded.
“Fine,” he said, voice low. “I’ll wait.”
But inside, his mind was already drifting.
Varsha left office, asking him to rest, but the true reason is she fear, if they would slip into something that she doesn't want now to happen.
The memory of Varsha’s soft rejection played on repeat — her hand on his chest, her calm refusal, the way she looked at him with both affection and restraint.
It frustrated him. It excited him. But more than anything, it reminded him of what he was missing.
His thoughts slowly, inevitably, drifted back to Sneha.
Her softness. Her willingness. The way she used to surrender to him completely, no boundaries, no hesitation, just heat and submission. The way her body responded when he took control. The way she moaned his name when he pushed her limits.
The old hunger returned, sharper than before. His hand unconsciously moved down his body as he closed his eyes, imagining Sneha on her knees, looking up at him with that mix of reluctance and desire she always had.
He wanted her again.
Badly.
He stopped, he looked at the watch, its just 7PM, he still have time.. to reach his old house.. he didnt vacated it yet. A smile formed on his face.
He took his bike Key and a letter of his startup establishment.
He decides to vist her with a plan
One Month passed .
Aditya - Suresh
Time moved fast when lives were being rebuilt in different directions.
At V-Activate, Suresh’s rise had been nothing short of remarkable. His sharp insights, calm decision-making, and innovative ideas had quickly made him indispensable. Aditya began inviting him to private strategy sessions. What started as professional respect soon turned into genuine friendship. They met once a week at Aditya’s private villa — away from the office, away from prying eyes. Over glasses of fine whiskey, they shared not just business plans, but personal stories. Aditya spoke of the ruthless legacy he inherited from his father. Suresh opened up about his infuential family yet he choose to be a marketing guy. The bond between them deepened. Suresh began overshadowing even Vinodhini in certain meetings, directly handling several “Hands” and their talent acquisition strategies. Aditya trusted him more with each passing week.
Starting of Second Month
Sneha - Suresh
Sneha had almost completely forgotten that Gowtham even existed.
The trip with Suresh and Ramya had done its magic. The laughter, the new places, the quiet nights where Suresh held her close — it had slowly pushed the past into the background. Gowtham’s cruel words, his manipulation, even the locked door across the hall had faded from her daily thoughts. Life had moved on. She was focusing on her family again.
One ordinary afternoon, while Suresh was at the office and Ramya was at college, the doorbell rang.
Sneha opened the door to find a young courier boy standing there with a package.
“Ma’am, delivery for flat number 4B,” he said, checking his device. “Gowtham sir?”
The name hit her like a forgotten echo.
Sneha paused, her eyes instinctively drifting to the locked door across the hallway. It had remained shut for months now. Dust had gathered on the handle. No movement. No sound. It was as if Gowtham had vanished from their lives entirely.
She signed for the package, her mind suddenly unsettled. As the courier left, she stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door. A strange mix of relief and unease settled over her. Where is he? Has he really moved on? Or is he still somewhere close, waiting?
That night, after Ramya had gone to bed, Sneha and Suresh were lying together in the master bedroom. The lights were dim. Suresh was scrolling through his phone while Sneha rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
She finally spoke, her voice soft but curious.
“The door remained locked for months now,”
she said. “I didn’t call him. as you don't want me to.
He doesn’t care either.
You said you have powers… and Hands.
Did you do anything?”
Suresh looked down at her, a small, amused smile forming on his lips.
He put his phone aside and pulled her closer.
He laughed lightly, the sound warm and genuine.
“No, darling. Why should I? He may have a different reason.
Maybe he finally found something better to do with his life.”
Sneha lifted her head, looking at him with playful suspicion.
She poked his chest.
“You used your hands only to catch my throat or hold my hands while fucking me,” she teased, her voice low and mischievous.
“I thought something else.” When you said about using Hands to stop Gowtham.
Suresh burst into laughter, the sound rich and carefree. He rolled her onto her back, pinning her gently beneath him as he hovered over her.
“Oh? So now you’re complaining about how I use my hands?” he asked, grinning down at her.
Sneha laughed too, her eyes sparkling with the familiar playfulness that had been missing for so long.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“I’m just saying… if you have real power, use it for something useful,” she whispered teasingly.
Suresh leaned down and kissed her deeply, his hand sliding down her side in a slow, possessive caress.
“I’ll use my power however I want,” he murmured against her lips. “Right now… I just want to use it on you.”
Sneha smiled into the kiss, her body relaxing under his. This has been the happening for them, the shadow of Gowtham felt truly distant.
Towards the end of second month
Varsha - Gowtham
Meanwhile, Gowtham and Varsha had thrown themselves completely into their startup.
By day, they continued at Prakash’s company — Varsha managing temporary HR duties, Gowtham resuming his role with quiet efficiency. By night, they are into the startup. They rotated shifts — one would handle office work during the day, the other would stay late at the startup. They were exhausted, surviving on coffee and determination, but the shared purpose kept them going.
Gowtham had received his promised double salary and paid leave arrears. The money helped stabilize things. For the first time in months, his mind was completely on fire with ambition. Sex, Sneha, even the old house — everything had taken a backseat. His focus was singular: building something of his own.
In the rare moments when their new staff was absent, Gowtham and Varsha found themselves alone in the small office. He would steal glances at her — the way she concentrated, the quiet confidence she carried. Once or twice, when they were working late, their faces came dangerously close while reviewing documents. Gowtham’s urge returned like a storm. He wanted her. Badly. But she stayed professional, gently pulling back every time.
One evening, as they sat on the old sofa reviewing projections, Gowtham leaned in, his lips inches from hers.
“Just one kiss,” he whispered, voice thick with need.
They were alone in the small startup office, the only light coming from a single desk lamp that cast long shadows across the room. Varsha was sitting on the old sofa, reviewing the latest projections on her laptop. Gowtham had leaned in too close while pointing at a figure on the screen. Their faces were inches apart. His breath brushed against her lips. The air between them felt heavy, charged with weeks of unspoken tension.
For a split second, Varsha’s eyes flickered to his mouth. Her hand, which had been resting on the laptop, moved instinctively to his chest. She placed it there firmly, stopping him before their lips could meet.
“No,” she said softly, but with quiet resolve. “Not like this.”
Gowtham froze, his body tense with desire. He didn’t pull away immediately, his forehead almost touching hers.
“I want it memorable,” she continued, her voice gentle but unwavering. “I want it after marriage. When it means something real.”
Gowtham pulled back slowly, surprised but not angry.
A dark, frustrated chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned back against the sofa, running a hand through his hair.
“So you stroked Rahul once… but not me?” he asked, his tone half-teasing, half-challenging. His eyes still burned with hunger as they traced the curve of her neck, the slight rise of her chest beneath her top.
Varsha smiled — a mix of playfulness and seriousness that only made her more alluring in that moment. She closed the laptop and turned to face him fully, her hand still resting lightly on his chest as if to keep the distance.
“That was different,” she said calmly. “Rahul was a tool. A necessity. I needed something from him, and I used what I had to get it. With you… it’s real. I don’t want to rush something meaningful. I want to treasure it. I want our first real kiss, our first real night, to feel like the beginning of something lasting.”
Gowtham stared at her, the frustration clear in his eyes. He respected her boundary — barely. His hand twitched as if he wanted to pull her closer, but he held back. The rejection, combined with weeks of suppressed desire and late nights working side by side, stirred something dangerous inside him. A raw, possessive hunger he hadn’t felt this intensely in a long time.
He forced a small smile and nodded.
“Fine,” he said, voice low. “I’ll wait.”
But inside, his mind was already drifting.
Varsha left office, asking him to rest, but the true reason is she fear, if they would slip into something that she doesn't want now to happen.
The memory of Varsha’s soft rejection played on repeat — her hand on his chest, her calm refusal, the way she looked at him with both affection and restraint.
It frustrated him. It excited him. But more than anything, it reminded him of what he was missing.
His thoughts slowly, inevitably, drifted back to Sneha.
Her softness. Her willingness. The way she used to surrender to him completely, no boundaries, no hesitation, just heat and submission. The way her body responded when he took control. The way she moaned his name when he pushed her limits.
The old hunger returned, sharper than before. His hand unconsciously moved down his body as he closed his eyes, imagining Sneha on her knees, looking up at him with that mix of reluctance and desire she always had.
He wanted her again.
Badly.
He stopped, he looked at the watch, its just 7PM, he still have time.. to reach his old house.. he didnt vacated it yet. A smile formed on his face.
He took his bike Key and a letter of his startup establishment.
He decides to vist her with a plan
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