25-07-2026, 04:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 25-07-2026, 04:02 PM by heygiwriter. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Chapter 1
Morning Signal
The hilltop air was sharp enough to sting the lungs. Mist still clung to the lower slopes like torn cotton, and every few steps Jeeva’s phone lost what little signal it had.
He had a habit of writing down every experience in his diary — memories, fragments, bits and pieces. One day he wanted to turn them into a film, maybe a coming-of-age story, or a book. It was his quiet passion. Today, though, his mind was blank. He felt like he had already missed the most important thing in his day: the smile that always warmed him up. His wife’s good-morning smile.
Jeeva heard the sound of water running from the bathroom. He smiled to himself and stepped out of the room.
He walked out of the resort gate just after six, hoodie zipped to the chin, hands buried deep in the pockets. The chill felt good. Clean. It cleared his head the way city mornings never could.
He walked until the path curved around a cluster of pine trees, then stopped and unlocked his phone out of pure habit.
Instagram loaded slowly.
One bar.
Two.
Then the feed appeared.
A new post from JTaranowVlog sat at the top.
He smiled before he even tapped it.
Tara filled the frame in a soft cream maxi dress that moved with the light wind. She was walking along a narrow trail that cut through dense trees beside the resort. Early sunlight filtered through the leaves and caught on her skin, turning it gold for a second at a time. She stopped beside a massive tree, tilted her head all the way back to show the camera how tall it was, and gave that small, private smile she had given him every single morning for seven years.
The same smile.
The same quiet joy in her eyes.
He had woken up thinking he might miss it today.
He hadn’t.
Jeeva leaned against the wooden railing and watched the reel twice without sound.
The vlog had started almost by accident on their honeymoon. She had only wanted to show a few college friends the foreign beaches and the ridiculous hotel breakfasts. She posted it publicly by mistake. The numbers climbed overnight. Encouragement poured in. What began as a casual honeymoon album slowly became a full channel. Seven years later it had lakhs of followers, brand deals, and a quiet reputation as one of the “real” couples on the app.
Most of the other Instagram couples they watched were performing. Jeeva and Tara had seen it up close — smiling reels uploaded the same week the couple fought in hotel corridors, perfect anniversary posts while one of them was already sleeping with someone else. They used to laugh about it in bed.
“Maybe we look like the boring ones in their eyes,” Tara would say. “No drama, no hidden stories. Just us.”
“If this is boring to them, let’s stay the boring couple,” he would answer, and they would both laugh.
And for seven years it had been true.
He had never once appeared in the videos. He preferred it that way. Standing behind the camera let him watch her the way no one else could — the small adjustments she made when she thought no one was looking, the way her voice softened when she spoke about home, the exact second the morning light hit her collarbone. No one else had ever held that camera. Not once.
Today the comment count was higher than usual.
He scrolled down, curious.
Almost every new comment pointed to the same timestamp.
:40 – love bite?? ?
bro we finally saw the husband ?
she talks about Jeeva nonstop but we only meet him through his bite marks lmao
Convey our regards to Jeeva, sis
Jeeva’s thumb stopped.
He scrubbed the video back to the forty-second mark and watched with the volume off.
Tara was walking, talking lightly to the camera about the trees and the morning chill. A low branch forced her to dip her head and twist her shoulders to the side. The neckline of the maxi shifted. For half a second the upper curve of her right breast came into frame, and just above it — faint but definite — was a reddish mark. Not dark purple. Not obvious. But once the comments pointed it out, it was impossible to unsee. The skin looked slightly raised, like it had been sucked or bitten and then tried to calm down overnight.
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His face went still.
The video was fresh.
Uploaded less than an hour ago.
Everything about today was unusual, because it had not been shot by him — and he knew exactly who had held the camera.
She was twenty kilometers away at a different resort, somewhere on the other side of the same hill range.
For the first time in seven years of marriage, Jeeva felt the blood leave his face. His heart raced faster than he thought possible.
He took a screenshot of the top comment, opened WhatsApp, and sent it.
Jeeva:
[screenshot]
What is this, Tara?
You said it’s just a date? Killing boredom?
I need answers.
What happened last night?
The reply came faster than the signal should have allowed.
Tara:
Shit.
You too??
Won’t I tell you if anything happened?
Some insect bit me while I was shooting and It's itching, i scratched it. That’s all and the result is everyone speaking..
Stop believing random men on the internet ?
and should i delete it?
Jeeva:
I thought you two already had sex.
Smiling similes to act like he is making a fun comment
There was a longer pause this time.
The pause is unusual, He could almost see her standing somewhere in the trees, phone in hand, deciding how much truth to give him.
Jeeva:
Why are you responding unusually?
Tara:
No. I was actually deleting the video.
That's why late?
Sex? I will Kick you...
Another message followed immediately.
Tara:
Does it look fun for you?
Jeeva:
We agreed this to be a fun experiment right?
Tara:
But its odd you message me like this, you accused me immediately?
You feel insecure just in 18 Hours?
No messages came from Jeeva,
after a pause, Tara decides to cool it off..
Tara:
Okay What now?
Don't tell me., You started writing your daily diary, and in your story tidbits, you write yourself as the pitiful husband getting cheated on by his heartless wife?
He sent a laughing emoji.
Then another.
Sorry, no signal here...
Tara:
Don’t laugh.
I’m serious.
Don’t miss writing in your diary that you are with Ramya.
Okay my revenge time.
What happened last night there?
Did you had sex with Ramya?
Where is she?
Jeeva:
She’s in the bathroom.
I heard water running — maybe she’s bathing.
Regarding last night… what do you think?
Tara:
Not yet for sure…
He stared at the screen for a few seconds, the corner of his mouth still curved even though the rest of his face had gone quiet.
Jeeva:
We just shared a kiss.
One.
Last night.
Now your turn. Be honest..
Did anything....?
Tara:
He hugged me before telling good night.
Wanted a Kiss, casually..
I didn’t.
I pulled away.
No texts for few minutes from Jeeva,
Tara texted again to Jeeva...
I'm being honest.
Jeeva exhaled through his nose. The smile stayed, but it felt thinner now. He didn’t fully buy the ant-bite story. Or the “pulled away at the last minute.” He wanted to.
Seven years of never needing to doubt her made the doubt feel foreign, almost embarrassing. Yet the game they had started six months ago kept turning over in his mind like a coin that refused to land on either side.
He typed one last message.
Jeeva:
Okay.
if you feel anything uneasy, call me i'm just 20 Kms away i will come directly to you..
She sent a sticker of a girl rolling her eyes, then a heart.
Then a text.
I Love You!
Jeeva:
Love you Too
He locked the phone and looked out over the valley. The mist was lifting in slow white ribbons. Somewhere twenty kilometres away his wife was walking through another stretch of forest with someone else’s camera pointed at her, a faint red mark still visible above her right side breast if the light caught it the right way.
All of this — the separate resorts, the careful texts, the shared jokes that were starting to feel less like jokes — had its root on an ordinary rooftop six months earlier.
A friend of his had been drinking heavily, refusing to come down, shouting at the night sky that the woman he had loved since college needed to climb those stairs and explain why she was cheating on him.
That single night was the moment everything between Jeeva and Tara began to change.
He just didn’t know yet how completely it would rewrite them.
Morning Signal
The hilltop air was sharp enough to sting the lungs. Mist still clung to the lower slopes like torn cotton, and every few steps Jeeva’s phone lost what little signal it had.
He had a habit of writing down every experience in his diary — memories, fragments, bits and pieces. One day he wanted to turn them into a film, maybe a coming-of-age story, or a book. It was his quiet passion. Today, though, his mind was blank. He felt like he had already missed the most important thing in his day: the smile that always warmed him up. His wife’s good-morning smile.
Jeeva heard the sound of water running from the bathroom. He smiled to himself and stepped out of the room.
He walked out of the resort gate just after six, hoodie zipped to the chin, hands buried deep in the pockets. The chill felt good. Clean. It cleared his head the way city mornings never could.
He walked until the path curved around a cluster of pine trees, then stopped and unlocked his phone out of pure habit.
Instagram loaded slowly.
One bar.
Two.
Then the feed appeared.
A new post from JTaranowVlog sat at the top.
He smiled before he even tapped it.
Tara filled the frame in a soft cream maxi dress that moved with the light wind. She was walking along a narrow trail that cut through dense trees beside the resort. Early sunlight filtered through the leaves and caught on her skin, turning it gold for a second at a time. She stopped beside a massive tree, tilted her head all the way back to show the camera how tall it was, and gave that small, private smile she had given him every single morning for seven years.
The same smile.
The same quiet joy in her eyes.
He had woken up thinking he might miss it today.
He hadn’t.
Jeeva leaned against the wooden railing and watched the reel twice without sound.
The vlog had started almost by accident on their honeymoon. She had only wanted to show a few college friends the foreign beaches and the ridiculous hotel breakfasts. She posted it publicly by mistake. The numbers climbed overnight. Encouragement poured in. What began as a casual honeymoon album slowly became a full channel. Seven years later it had lakhs of followers, brand deals, and a quiet reputation as one of the “real” couples on the app.
Most of the other Instagram couples they watched were performing. Jeeva and Tara had seen it up close — smiling reels uploaded the same week the couple fought in hotel corridors, perfect anniversary posts while one of them was already sleeping with someone else. They used to laugh about it in bed.
“Maybe we look like the boring ones in their eyes,” Tara would say. “No drama, no hidden stories. Just us.”
“If this is boring to them, let’s stay the boring couple,” he would answer, and they would both laugh.
And for seven years it had been true.
He had never once appeared in the videos. He preferred it that way. Standing behind the camera let him watch her the way no one else could — the small adjustments she made when she thought no one was looking, the way her voice softened when she spoke about home, the exact second the morning light hit her collarbone. No one else had ever held that camera. Not once.
Today the comment count was higher than usual.
He scrolled down, curious.
Almost every new comment pointed to the same timestamp.
:40 – love bite?? ?
bro we finally saw the husband ?
she talks about Jeeva nonstop but we only meet him through his bite marks lmao
Convey our regards to Jeeva, sis
Jeeva’s thumb stopped.
He scrubbed the video back to the forty-second mark and watched with the volume off.
Tara was walking, talking lightly to the camera about the trees and the morning chill. A low branch forced her to dip her head and twist her shoulders to the side. The neckline of the maxi shifted. For half a second the upper curve of her right breast came into frame, and just above it — faint but definite — was a reddish mark. Not dark purple. Not obvious. But once the comments pointed it out, it was impossible to unsee. The skin looked slightly raised, like it had been sucked or bitten and then tried to calm down overnight.
His face went still.
The video was fresh.
Uploaded less than an hour ago.
Everything about today was unusual, because it had not been shot by him — and he knew exactly who had held the camera.
She was twenty kilometers away at a different resort, somewhere on the other side of the same hill range.
For the first time in seven years of marriage, Jeeva felt the blood leave his face. His heart raced faster than he thought possible.
He took a screenshot of the top comment, opened WhatsApp, and sent it.
Jeeva:
[screenshot]
What is this, Tara?
You said it’s just a date? Killing boredom?
I need answers.
What happened last night?
The reply came faster than the signal should have allowed.
Tara:
Shit.
You too??
Won’t I tell you if anything happened?
Some insect bit me while I was shooting and It's itching, i scratched it. That’s all and the result is everyone speaking..
Stop believing random men on the internet ?
and should i delete it?
Jeeva:
I thought you two already had sex.
Smiling similes to act like he is making a fun comment
There was a longer pause this time.
The pause is unusual, He could almost see her standing somewhere in the trees, phone in hand, deciding how much truth to give him.
Jeeva:
Why are you responding unusually?
Tara:
No. I was actually deleting the video.
That's why late?
Sex? I will Kick you...
Another message followed immediately.
Tara:
Does it look fun for you?
Jeeva:
We agreed this to be a fun experiment right?
Tara:
But its odd you message me like this, you accused me immediately?
You feel insecure just in 18 Hours?
No messages came from Jeeva,
after a pause, Tara decides to cool it off..
Tara:
Okay What now?
Don't tell me., You started writing your daily diary, and in your story tidbits, you write yourself as the pitiful husband getting cheated on by his heartless wife?
He sent a laughing emoji.
Then another.
Sorry, no signal here...
Tara:
Don’t laugh.
I’m serious.
Don’t miss writing in your diary that you are with Ramya.
Okay my revenge time.
What happened last night there?
Did you had sex with Ramya?
Where is she?
Jeeva:
She’s in the bathroom.
I heard water running — maybe she’s bathing.
Regarding last night… what do you think?
Tara:
Not yet for sure…
He stared at the screen for a few seconds, the corner of his mouth still curved even though the rest of his face had gone quiet.
Jeeva:
We just shared a kiss.
One.
Last night.
Now your turn. Be honest..
Did anything....?
Tara:
He hugged me before telling good night.
Wanted a Kiss, casually..
I didn’t.
I pulled away.
No texts for few minutes from Jeeva,
Tara texted again to Jeeva...
I'm being honest.
Jeeva exhaled through his nose. The smile stayed, but it felt thinner now. He didn’t fully buy the ant-bite story. Or the “pulled away at the last minute.” He wanted to.
Seven years of never needing to doubt her made the doubt feel foreign, almost embarrassing. Yet the game they had started six months ago kept turning over in his mind like a coin that refused to land on either side.
He typed one last message.
Jeeva:
Okay.
if you feel anything uneasy, call me i'm just 20 Kms away i will come directly to you..
She sent a sticker of a girl rolling her eyes, then a heart.
Then a text.
I Love You!
Jeeva:
Love you Too
He locked the phone and looked out over the valley. The mist was lifting in slow white ribbons. Somewhere twenty kilometres away his wife was walking through another stretch of forest with someone else’s camera pointed at her, a faint red mark still visible above her right side breast if the light caught it the right way.
All of this — the separate resorts, the careful texts, the shared jokes that were starting to feel less like jokes — had its root on an ordinary rooftop six months earlier.
A friend of his had been drinking heavily, refusing to come down, shouting at the night sky that the woman he had loved since college needed to climb those stairs and explain why she was cheating on him.
That single night was the moment everything between Jeeva and Tara began to change.
He just didn’t know yet how completely it would rewrite them.
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