23-05-2026, 12:26 AM
Chapter 165 - The Final Cut
Suresh stepped near him, his presence suddenly filling the space.
“Sneha told you it’s over between you two,” Suresh said, his voice low but dangerously calm. “For the sake of everything that happened before and for the old friendship or bonding, I’ll let you leave peacefully. You came to Vacate the house right? vacate and move on.
I should never see you near Sneha again.”
Gowtham stared at him, stunned.
This was not the weak, tolerant Suresh he had known.
Suresh picked up Sneha’s discarded nighty from the floor and handed it to her without looking at her body.
“Wear this and follow me,” he said firmly.
Sneha, still dazed and conflicted, quickly covered herself.
She didn’t dare look at Gowtham as she stood up and walked toward her husband, her head lowered in shame.
Gowtham remained alone in the room, breathing heavily, trying to process what had just happened.
The door closed behind them.
This is not over, he thought, his fists clenched.
I will come back, Suresh. I won’t touch a finger on you…
but I will make sure it pains you forever.
Back in their house, Sneha felt a deep wave of embarrassment wash over her.
She stood in the living room, unable to meet Suresh’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I… I thought maybe he had changed. I was stupid.”
Suresh looked at her for a long moment.
There was no anger in his eyes — only quiet disappointment and resolve.
“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “From now on, you have to listen to me.
This was a hard lesson for both of us. You should have trusted me.
At worst, I should have acted sooner. We both learned it today.”
He looked at her and her head was on shame, looking down.
What happen he asked.
I feel shameful! I dont know how to name it, is that need of lust or actually i foolishly fall for his tricks i dont know.
Suresh said.
There is nothing to shame about it.
I know your need. You are not a fool
You shamelessly need one thing.
I know you as a friend, husband and a lover.
I know your appetite.
I know about you and you know about me.
I'm just telling from the start, the person is wrong, not the idea.
He stepped closer and gently touched her cheek.
“Have a bath and come to me.
I want you to wash his memories along with the sweat.
It’s my mistake too — I overlooked this for too long.”
Sneha nodded, tears in her eyes.
She went to the bathroom without another word.
It took Sneha a few weeks to slowly return to normalcy.
The guilt, the shame, and the lingering confusion took time to fade.
Suresh was patient with her — loving, attentive, but firm.
Their bond slowly strengthened again through quiet conversations and renewed intimacy.
One Sunday Morning
Suresh opened the door after hearing noises in the hallway.
A group of laborers was carrying out furniture, a bed, and several boxes from Gowtham’s old flat.
The door was wide open.
Everything was being loaded into a small truck.
Gowtham appeared from inside the flat, dressed casually. When he saw Suresh, he paused for a moment, then walked over.
“Suresh,” he called.
Suresh nodded once.
“I’m vacating today,” Gowtham said, his tone surprisingly calm and civil. “I didn’t get a chance to thank you properly for taking care of me when I was injured. I’m moving on with my life. I won’t bother you or Sneha anymore. Take care.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He didn’t ask about Sneha. He simply turned and walked away.
Ramya, who had come out curiously, waved at him.
“Bye, uncle!”
Gowtham gave her a small smile and left without looking back.
Finally, Gowtham was gone.
For months after that, there was no sign of him.
No calls. No unexpected visits. Sneha, Suresh, and Ramya gradually forgot about him, focusing on their own healing and happiness.
But Gowtham had not forgotten.
In his new office, working late into the nights with Varsha, he had turned the startup into a profitable business through sheer obsession and hard work. Yet the sting of that slap, the humiliation of being thrown out like a dog, and the way Suresh had looked at him with quiet dominance — it all festered deep inside him.
He had developed a burning hatred for Suresh.
One day, he thought, staring at the city lights from his window, I will see you humiliated. Broken. Lesser than me.
I don't need to touch Sneha to make you look her with disgust in your eyes
i don't need to beat you to get you a pain
The game was far from over.
Suresh stepped near him, his presence suddenly filling the space.
“Sneha told you it’s over between you two,” Suresh said, his voice low but dangerously calm. “For the sake of everything that happened before and for the old friendship or bonding, I’ll let you leave peacefully. You came to Vacate the house right? vacate and move on.
I should never see you near Sneha again.”
Gowtham stared at him, stunned.
This was not the weak, tolerant Suresh he had known.
Suresh picked up Sneha’s discarded nighty from the floor and handed it to her without looking at her body.
“Wear this and follow me,” he said firmly.
Sneha, still dazed and conflicted, quickly covered herself.
She didn’t dare look at Gowtham as she stood up and walked toward her husband, her head lowered in shame.
Gowtham remained alone in the room, breathing heavily, trying to process what had just happened.
The door closed behind them.
This is not over, he thought, his fists clenched.
I will come back, Suresh. I won’t touch a finger on you…
but I will make sure it pains you forever.
Back in their house, Sneha felt a deep wave of embarrassment wash over her.
She stood in the living room, unable to meet Suresh’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I… I thought maybe he had changed. I was stupid.”
Suresh looked at her for a long moment.
There was no anger in his eyes — only quiet disappointment and resolve.
“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “From now on, you have to listen to me.
This was a hard lesson for both of us. You should have trusted me.
At worst, I should have acted sooner. We both learned it today.”
He looked at her and her head was on shame, looking down.
What happen he asked.
I feel shameful! I dont know how to name it, is that need of lust or actually i foolishly fall for his tricks i dont know.
Suresh said.
There is nothing to shame about it.
I know your need. You are not a fool
You shamelessly need one thing.
I know you as a friend, husband and a lover.
I know your appetite.
I know about you and you know about me.
I'm just telling from the start, the person is wrong, not the idea.
He stepped closer and gently touched her cheek.
“Have a bath and come to me.
I want you to wash his memories along with the sweat.
It’s my mistake too — I overlooked this for too long.”
Sneha nodded, tears in her eyes.
She went to the bathroom without another word.
It took Sneha a few weeks to slowly return to normalcy.
The guilt, the shame, and the lingering confusion took time to fade.
Suresh was patient with her — loving, attentive, but firm.
Their bond slowly strengthened again through quiet conversations and renewed intimacy.
One Sunday Morning
Suresh opened the door after hearing noises in the hallway.
A group of laborers was carrying out furniture, a bed, and several boxes from Gowtham’s old flat.
The door was wide open.
Everything was being loaded into a small truck.
Gowtham appeared from inside the flat, dressed casually. When he saw Suresh, he paused for a moment, then walked over.
“Suresh,” he called.
Suresh nodded once.
“I’m vacating today,” Gowtham said, his tone surprisingly calm and civil. “I didn’t get a chance to thank you properly for taking care of me when I was injured. I’m moving on with my life. I won’t bother you or Sneha anymore. Take care.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He didn’t ask about Sneha. He simply turned and walked away.
Ramya, who had come out curiously, waved at him.
“Bye, uncle!”
Gowtham gave her a small smile and left without looking back.
Finally, Gowtham was gone.
For months after that, there was no sign of him.
No calls. No unexpected visits. Sneha, Suresh, and Ramya gradually forgot about him, focusing on their own healing and happiness.
But Gowtham had not forgotten.
In his new office, working late into the nights with Varsha, he had turned the startup into a profitable business through sheer obsession and hard work. Yet the sting of that slap, the humiliation of being thrown out like a dog, and the way Suresh had looked at him with quiet dominance — it all festered deep inside him.
He had developed a burning hatred for Suresh.
One day, he thought, staring at the city lights from his window, I will see you humiliated. Broken. Lesser than me.
I don't need to touch Sneha to make you look her with disgust in your eyes
i don't need to beat you to get you a pain
The game was far from over.
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