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Chapter 164 - The Broken Illusion
It was 9 PM. The house was quiet.
Suresh and Sneha were in the living room, sharing a rare moment of calm when the doorbell rang.
Gowtham stood at their door, holding the sweet box and the startup letter like props in a carefully rehearsed play.
His mind, however, was calculating every move.
With such a long break, there’s a real chance she’s shifted. She hasn’t called me once in all these months. Suresh must have filled her head with his sensible talks, made her feel guilty, turned her against me. She might be pulling away emotionally.
He didn’t want to take any unnecessary risk. Forcing things now could backfire badly.
No. Tonight, I’ll play the good man. Make them both feel genuinely happy for me. Show a light, positive image — the guy who’s finally doing something with his life. Then I’ll do the apology drama for those rude words I said at the hospital. Once she softens… then I’ll fuck her. Slowly. Thoroughly. Remind her exactly who she really craves when no one is watching.
This was his plan. Calculated. Patient. Dangerous.
He fixed a warm, humble smile on his face and pressed the doorbell again.
Sneha opened the door.
The moment she saw who it was, her breath caught.
Gowtham stood there, holding a box of sweets in one hand and an envelope in the other. He looked different — cleaner, sharper, with a fresh haircut and a calm, almost humble expression. He smiled softly.
“Hi, Sneha.”
She was stunned. For a second, she couldn’t speak. It had been months.
The locked door, the silence, the way he had vanished without a word — it all came rushing back.
Suresh, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up slowly, equally surprised.
Gowtham stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.
“I know it’s late,” he said, his voice unusually polite.
“But I wanted to share something important with both of you.”
He handed the sweet box to Sneha and the envelope to Suresh.
“I started a new startup firm,” he said, a note of pride in his voice.
“This is the official establishment letter. Approved some times back, but I just got it in hand today.
You two are the first people I wanted to tell.”
Sneha’s heart lightened instantly. A small, genuine smile appeared on her face.
“You… you really did it?” she asked, surprised and happy. “Your parents must be so proud.”
Gowtham gave a small, almost sad smile.
“They don’t know yet. No one does. You two are the first. I wanted to share this moment with the people who mattered.”
Suresh remained silent, his expression unreadable. He opened the envelope and scanned the document. It looked legitimate. He said nothing, but his mind was racing.
Gowtham continued, acting humble.
“I found a small office nearby. I’ve been staying there, working day and night. I didn’t want to disturb you both after everything. But today, when the approval came… I felt I should come and tell you.”
Sneha felt a strange mix of emotions — relief that he had moved on, happiness that he was growing, and a lingering unease she couldn’t quite name.
“Come in,” she said warmly. “Let me arrange dinner for you. You must be hungry.”
Gowtham smiled.
“I missed your food for so long.”
They sat at the dining table together. The conversation was general at first — about Ramya, the trip, small updates.
But the atmosphere felt charged. Suresh stayed mostly quiet, observing.
Towards the end of dinner, Gowtham looked at Sneha and said softly,
“Sneha… I was so happy today. I feel like I need to spend some time with you.
Just to talk. I feel bad for how I behaved last time.
I want to apologize properly.”
Both Sneha and Suresh were stunned into silence.
Gowtham continued, his voice calm and reasonable.
“Don’t worry. I’m vacating the house here soon.
This is my last chance to clear the air. Just a small talk — maybe less than an hour.
Then I’ll move back to my new place.”
Suresh’s eyes narrowed slightly. He knew this was calculated. .
Sneha looked at Suresh, her eyes pleading for guidance.
Before they could even utter a word, Gowtham stood up with a polite smile.
“I’ll wait in my house. By 11:30, I’ll move everything. Come whenever you’re ready.”
He left.
Sneha turned to Suresh the moment the door closed.
“You said you would remove him with your Hands… but he is here. I didn’t expect this. I don’t know if I should believe him or not… but I'm happy he is growing and quite an achiever. He counted us first, even before his parents.”
Suresh looked at her for a long moment, then said calmly,
“Cut the crap. If you want to spend some time with him, go ahead. It’s up to you whether you have sex or not. But tell him strictly, we are stopping right after today. It would be better if you don’t even have sex.”
I'm telling this again, we are in an open marriage, I'm willing to share you with that person, but that person we have here is not the right one.
A part of her felt aroused by Gowtham’s sudden return — the old heat, the familiarity.
But another part remembered everything Suresh doubted.
Suresh was kind of irritated, so he left the place. Leaving her to decide.
She washed the plates, her mind racing. Finally, at 10 PM, she made her decision.
Sneha stood outside her own door for a long moment, her heart pounding.
She was still confused. Gowtham’s sudden return, his achievement, the apologetic and gentle tone — it all felt… different. Part of her wanted to believe he had changed. Another part remembered Suresh’s warning. But the pull was there — the old familiarity, the heat she had tried so hard to forget.
Just talk, she told herself. Sex depends on what happens next.
She crossed the hallway and opened Gowtham’s door. For a brief second, she hesitated, then decided not to lock it behind her. She didn’t know why. Maybe a small part of her wanted Suresh to know. Maybe she was testing herself.
She heard movement from the bedroom. When she entered, Gowtham was arranging fresh bedsheets, wearing only a towel around his waist. His back muscles flexed as he worked. He turned when he heard her, a soft, almost vulnerable smile on his face.
“So tell me,” Sneha said, trying to sound steady.
Gowtham continued the act, smoothing the sheet with deliberate care.
“I’m sorry, Sneha,” he said, voice low and remorseful.
“That day at the hospital… it didn’t come from my heart.
It was just a playful moment, like the ones we used to have in bed.
I promise.”
Before she could respond, he stepped closer.
The towel slipped slightly, revealing the hard line of his hips.
“I missed you,” he whispered. “For such a long time… the sex between us.”
Sneha’s breath hitched. She realized he wanted her like old times — raw, urgent, without boundaries. Before she could process or pull away, his body pressed against hers. His lips found her neck, kissing hungrily. His hands slid under her nighty, gripping her waist.
The towel fell completely.
His naked form shocked her — hard, aroused, pressing against her thigh. Before she could react, he pushed her onto the bed. He came on top of her, his mouth claiming hers in a brief, fierce kiss. Their lips met, tongues brushing.
Suresh’s words flashed in her mind like fire: Don’t believe him.
She turned her head away.
Gowtham, driven by suppressed heat and months of frustration, didn’t want to waste time. He quickly raised her nighty, positioned himself between her legs, and thrust into her hard.
Sneha gasped, conflicted. Her body reacted instinctively — wet, warm, welcoming despite her mind screaming to stop. But it was too late. Gowtham was already moving, thrusting deep and relentless, his hips slamming against hers with raw need.
All of Suresh’s warnings burned in her head.
Before she could say “no,” Gowtham groaned loudly and came inside her, his body shuddering with release.
“I’m sorry… I came too soon,” he panted, still buried deep.
“Tonight we’ll play the long game.”
Meanwhile, Suresh sat alone in the master bedroom, the silence of the house pressing down on him like a weight.
The clock on the wall read 10:30 PM.
He knew exactly what was happening across the hall.
All these days, he had held back. He had told himself it was because Sneha still had some lingering attachment, some physical need she wasn’t ready to let go of. He had watched her go to Gowtham night after night, knowing she came back to him afterward. He had tolerated it — not out of weakness, but out of a calculated patience. He wanted her to realize on her own. He wanted her to choose him freely.
But tonight was different.
The image of Gowtham’s smug face at the door, the way he had looked at Sneha like she was still his to use, the casual entitlement in his voice — it had finally pushed Suresh past his limit.
No more.
He no longer cared if Sneha still liked it.
He no longer cared about giving her space to decide.
Gowtham had crossed the line one too many times.
and Sneha keeps falling for his tricks.
It was time to kick him out of their lives for good.
Suresh stood up, his jaw clenched.
He didn’t even bother changing out of his casual home clothes.
He walked straight out of the master bedroom, crossed the hallway, and pushed open Gowtham’s door.
It was unlocked.
The moment he stepped inside, the sight that greeted him made his blood boil.
Sneha was lying on the bed, completely naked, her nighty discarded on the floor. Her legs were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked conflicted — eyes wide, face flushed, one hand pushing against Gowtham’s shoulder as if she wanted to stop but couldn’t find the strength in that moment.
Gowtham was on top of her, also naked, his body pressed against hers, breathing heavily. He was getting ready for a second round.
Sneha finally got some strength
“No…” she whispered, pushing Gowtham off her.
She said it louder.
“It’s over between us.”
Gowtham turned, surprised but quickly recovering with a smirk.
“Why not?” he said, not even bothering to cover himself.
“Suresh came in at the perfect time.
Gowtham couldn't believe? You didn't lock the door?
Oh i got it.
Now the husband and wife have joined together.
How nice.”
His ego flared as he stood up, naked and unashamed.
Hey bro why do you enter here? cant you wait in your place like previous times?
“But isn’t it funny? Your wife came to me by herself the last three times.
Every night she rode me like she couldn’t get enough. It was like—”
Slap.
Sneha’s hand connected hard with his face.
Gowtham’s head snapped to the side. The sound echoed in the room.
His eyes darkened with rage.
“How dare you slap me?” he growled, stepping closer. “You came to me every time. Like a real slut. You begged for it. You think you are some beautiful angel out there. You are not at all in my range.. Even in my worst phase I wont beg for you. I was blind”
The rage after the slap made him talk a lot rubbishly, which made Sneha get a real picture of him.
Suresh moved faster than either of them expected.
He grabbed Gowtham by the throat and slammed him against the wall with surprising strength.
“Say another word,” Suresh said, voice dangerously low, “and I’ll make sure you never touch another woman again.”
The room fell deathly silent.
Gowtham stared at Suresh, shock and fury mixing in his eyes.
For the first time, he saw something in Suresh he hadn’t seen before — cold, calculated power.
He had underestimated him.
Sneha stood there, breathing hard, tears in her eyes.
Trusting the manipulator there.
The illusion was finally broken.
But Gowtham didn't want to let it slide, his EGO, wanted to teach Suresh a lesson.
An marketing guy showing his supremacy?
He has a sudden urge to show himself and satisfy his own ego.
It was 9 PM. The house was quiet.
Suresh and Sneha were in the living room, sharing a rare moment of calm when the doorbell rang.
Gowtham stood at their door, holding the sweet box and the startup letter like props in a carefully rehearsed play.
His mind, however, was calculating every move.
With such a long break, there’s a real chance she’s shifted. She hasn’t called me once in all these months. Suresh must have filled her head with his sensible talks, made her feel guilty, turned her against me. She might be pulling away emotionally.
He didn’t want to take any unnecessary risk. Forcing things now could backfire badly.
No. Tonight, I’ll play the good man. Make them both feel genuinely happy for me. Show a light, positive image — the guy who’s finally doing something with his life. Then I’ll do the apology drama for those rude words I said at the hospital. Once she softens… then I’ll fuck her. Slowly. Thoroughly. Remind her exactly who she really craves when no one is watching.
This was his plan. Calculated. Patient. Dangerous.
He fixed a warm, humble smile on his face and pressed the doorbell again.
Sneha opened the door.
The moment she saw who it was, her breath caught.
Gowtham stood there, holding a box of sweets in one hand and an envelope in the other. He looked different — cleaner, sharper, with a fresh haircut and a calm, almost humble expression. He smiled softly.
“Hi, Sneha.”
She was stunned. For a second, she couldn’t speak. It had been months.
The locked door, the silence, the way he had vanished without a word — it all came rushing back.
Suresh, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up slowly, equally surprised.
Gowtham stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.
“I know it’s late,” he said, his voice unusually polite.
“But I wanted to share something important with both of you.”
He handed the sweet box to Sneha and the envelope to Suresh.
“I started a new startup firm,” he said, a note of pride in his voice.
“This is the official establishment letter. Approved some times back, but I just got it in hand today.
You two are the first people I wanted to tell.”
Sneha’s heart lightened instantly. A small, genuine smile appeared on her face.
“You… you really did it?” she asked, surprised and happy. “Your parents must be so proud.”
Gowtham gave a small, almost sad smile.
“They don’t know yet. No one does. You two are the first. I wanted to share this moment with the people who mattered.”
Suresh remained silent, his expression unreadable. He opened the envelope and scanned the document. It looked legitimate. He said nothing, but his mind was racing.
Gowtham continued, acting humble.
“I found a small office nearby. I’ve been staying there, working day and night. I didn’t want to disturb you both after everything. But today, when the approval came… I felt I should come and tell you.”
Sneha felt a strange mix of emotions — relief that he had moved on, happiness that he was growing, and a lingering unease she couldn’t quite name.
“Come in,” she said warmly. “Let me arrange dinner for you. You must be hungry.”
Gowtham smiled.
“I missed your food for so long.”
They sat at the dining table together. The conversation was general at first — about Ramya, the trip, small updates.
But the atmosphere felt charged. Suresh stayed mostly quiet, observing.
Towards the end of dinner, Gowtham looked at Sneha and said softly,
“Sneha… I was so happy today. I feel like I need to spend some time with you.
Just to talk. I feel bad for how I behaved last time.
I want to apologize properly.”
Both Sneha and Suresh were stunned into silence.
Gowtham continued, his voice calm and reasonable.
“Don’t worry. I’m vacating the house here soon.
This is my last chance to clear the air. Just a small talk — maybe less than an hour.
Then I’ll move back to my new place.”
Suresh’s eyes narrowed slightly. He knew this was calculated. .
Sneha looked at Suresh, her eyes pleading for guidance.
Before they could even utter a word, Gowtham stood up with a polite smile.
“I’ll wait in my house. By 11:30, I’ll move everything. Come whenever you’re ready.”
He left.
Sneha turned to Suresh the moment the door closed.
“You said you would remove him with your Hands… but he is here. I didn’t expect this. I don’t know if I should believe him or not… but I'm happy he is growing and quite an achiever. He counted us first, even before his parents.”
Suresh looked at her for a long moment, then said calmly,
“Cut the crap. If you want to spend some time with him, go ahead. It’s up to you whether you have sex or not. But tell him strictly, we are stopping right after today. It would be better if you don’t even have sex.”
I'm telling this again, we are in an open marriage, I'm willing to share you with that person, but that person we have here is not the right one.
A part of her felt aroused by Gowtham’s sudden return — the old heat, the familiarity.
But another part remembered everything Suresh doubted.
Suresh was kind of irritated, so he left the place. Leaving her to decide.
She washed the plates, her mind racing. Finally, at 10 PM, she made her decision.
Sneha stood outside her own door for a long moment, her heart pounding.
She was still confused. Gowtham’s sudden return, his achievement, the apologetic and gentle tone — it all felt… different. Part of her wanted to believe he had changed. Another part remembered Suresh’s warning. But the pull was there — the old familiarity, the heat she had tried so hard to forget.
Just talk, she told herself. Sex depends on what happens next.
She crossed the hallway and opened Gowtham’s door. For a brief second, she hesitated, then decided not to lock it behind her. She didn’t know why. Maybe a small part of her wanted Suresh to know. Maybe she was testing herself.
She heard movement from the bedroom. When she entered, Gowtham was arranging fresh bedsheets, wearing only a towel around his waist. His back muscles flexed as he worked. He turned when he heard her, a soft, almost vulnerable smile on his face.
“So tell me,” Sneha said, trying to sound steady.
Gowtham continued the act, smoothing the sheet with deliberate care.
“I’m sorry, Sneha,” he said, voice low and remorseful.
“That day at the hospital… it didn’t come from my heart.
It was just a playful moment, like the ones we used to have in bed.
I promise.”
Before she could respond, he stepped closer.
The towel slipped slightly, revealing the hard line of his hips.
“I missed you,” he whispered. “For such a long time… the sex between us.”
Sneha’s breath hitched. She realized he wanted her like old times — raw, urgent, without boundaries. Before she could process or pull away, his body pressed against hers. His lips found her neck, kissing hungrily. His hands slid under her nighty, gripping her waist.
The towel fell completely.
His naked form shocked her — hard, aroused, pressing against her thigh. Before she could react, he pushed her onto the bed. He came on top of her, his mouth claiming hers in a brief, fierce kiss. Their lips met, tongues brushing.
Suresh’s words flashed in her mind like fire: Don’t believe him.
She turned her head away.
Gowtham, driven by suppressed heat and months of frustration, didn’t want to waste time. He quickly raised her nighty, positioned himself between her legs, and thrust into her hard.
Sneha gasped, conflicted. Her body reacted instinctively — wet, warm, welcoming despite her mind screaming to stop. But it was too late. Gowtham was already moving, thrusting deep and relentless, his hips slamming against hers with raw need.
All of Suresh’s warnings burned in her head.
Before she could say “no,” Gowtham groaned loudly and came inside her, his body shuddering with release.
“I’m sorry… I came too soon,” he panted, still buried deep.
“Tonight we’ll play the long game.”
Meanwhile, Suresh sat alone in the master bedroom, the silence of the house pressing down on him like a weight.
The clock on the wall read 10:30 PM.
He knew exactly what was happening across the hall.
All these days, he had held back. He had told himself it was because Sneha still had some lingering attachment, some physical need she wasn’t ready to let go of. He had watched her go to Gowtham night after night, knowing she came back to him afterward. He had tolerated it — not out of weakness, but out of a calculated patience. He wanted her to realize on her own. He wanted her to choose him freely.
But tonight was different.
The image of Gowtham’s smug face at the door, the way he had looked at Sneha like she was still his to use, the casual entitlement in his voice — it had finally pushed Suresh past his limit.
No more.
He no longer cared if Sneha still liked it.
He no longer cared about giving her space to decide.
Gowtham had crossed the line one too many times.
and Sneha keeps falling for his tricks.
It was time to kick him out of their lives for good.
Suresh stood up, his jaw clenched.
He didn’t even bother changing out of his casual home clothes.
He walked straight out of the master bedroom, crossed the hallway, and pushed open Gowtham’s door.
It was unlocked.
The moment he stepped inside, the sight that greeted him made his blood boil.
Sneha was lying on the bed, completely naked, her nighty discarded on the floor. Her legs were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked conflicted — eyes wide, face flushed, one hand pushing against Gowtham’s shoulder as if she wanted to stop but couldn’t find the strength in that moment.
Gowtham was on top of her, also naked, his body pressed against hers, breathing heavily. He was getting ready for a second round.
Sneha finally got some strength
“No…” she whispered, pushing Gowtham off her.
She said it louder.
“It’s over between us.”
Gowtham turned, surprised but quickly recovering with a smirk.
“Why not?” he said, not even bothering to cover himself.
“Suresh came in at the perfect time.
Gowtham couldn't believe? You didn't lock the door?
Oh i got it.
Now the husband and wife have joined together.
How nice.”
His ego flared as he stood up, naked and unashamed.
Hey bro why do you enter here? cant you wait in your place like previous times?
“But isn’t it funny? Your wife came to me by herself the last three times.
Every night she rode me like she couldn’t get enough. It was like—”
Slap.
Sneha’s hand connected hard with his face.
Gowtham’s head snapped to the side. The sound echoed in the room.
His eyes darkened with rage.
“How dare you slap me?” he growled, stepping closer. “You came to me every time. Like a real slut. You begged for it. You think you are some beautiful angel out there. You are not at all in my range.. Even in my worst phase I wont beg for you. I was blind”
The rage after the slap made him talk a lot rubbishly, which made Sneha get a real picture of him.
Suresh moved faster than either of them expected.
He grabbed Gowtham by the throat and slammed him against the wall with surprising strength.
“Say another word,” Suresh said, voice dangerously low, “and I’ll make sure you never touch another woman again.”
The room fell deathly silent.
Gowtham stared at Suresh, shock and fury mixing in his eyes.
For the first time, he saw something in Suresh he hadn’t seen before — cold, calculated power.
He had underestimated him.
Sneha stood there, breathing hard, tears in her eyes.
Trusting the manipulator there.
The illusion was finally broken.
But Gowtham didn't want to let it slide, his EGO, wanted to teach Suresh a lesson.
An marketing guy showing his supremacy?
He has a sudden urge to show himself and satisfy his own ego.
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