30-10-2026, 10:12 PM
Early Monday morning, at sharp 4:45 AM.
The alarm rang softly on Sandhya's mobile. Reaching her hand out right in her sleep-daze, Sandhya immediately turned the alarm off.
In the dim darkness of the room, for a few seconds, she gazed intently at the face of Kathir, who was fast asleep with his face buried against her chest. Today was the very last day she would see Kathir. The reality that she would never again in her lifetime have a night like this, or an intimacy like this with him, choked her heart.
As if wanting to dissolve that ache of parting with her kisses, she began showering a rain of kisses all over his body—his forehead, eyebrows, closed eyelids, cheeks, lips, neck, and his broad chest.
At the touch of those warm, wet kisses, Kathir slowly opened his eyes. "Bhanu..." his voice came out husky with sleep.
Without letting him speak, Sandhya captured his lips with hers and gave him a deep kiss. Then, slowly pushing the blanket aside and moving down, she settled between Kathir's legs.
With her hands, she lovingly gripped Kathir's cock, which was throbbing with a natural early-morning erection (morning wood). Caressing that foreskin-free red head with her tongue, she took it completely into her mouth and began sucking.
Closing his eyes and sliding his fingers into her hair, Kathir moaned, "Aaah... Bhanu..." In the warmth of her saliva, Kathir's cock turned into an iron rod.
After worshipping his manhood with her mouth for a few minutes, Sandhya slowly rose up and sat astride his waist in the cowgirl position.
Positioning Kathir's erect cock at the entrance of her wet pussy, she slowly lowered her entire weight down. With a *"Schluck"* sound, Kathir's shaft touched her depths.
At this exact time, Vicky, who had been sleeping in the hall, woke up as well. Getting up after hearing the soft moaning sounds coming from the bedroom, Vicky stood by the edge of the bedroom doorway and looked inside.
Sitting astride Kathir on the bed, with her bare breasts and thali chain bouncing, Sandhya was riding him very fiercely, yet overflowing with love. As she leaned down and rocked her hips fast while capturing Kathir's lips, Kathir too gripped her buttocks from below, lifting and thrusting up into her.
Without disturbing them, Vicky folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and quietly watched that final union. At the end of that emotional struggle lasting several minutes, holding each other in a tight embrace, Sandhya and Kathir reached their climax simultaneously and went limp.
A few minutes after the lovemaking ended, both of them got up.
Since they were going straight back to their Bangalore house from here, Vicky and Sandhya went to the bathroom, cleaned themselves up, brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and stepped out.
Both Vicky and Sandhya put on casual track pants and t-shirts. Checking their belongings, they packed everything without forgetting a single item and got ready to leave.
All three came out to the hall. Outside, the sky hadn't fully brightened yet; the clock showed 5:40 AM. It was that early dawn hour before the sun rose in the eastern sky, when only the Morning Star, Venus, shone brightly in the heavens.
Kathir walked with them to the front door to see them off. He was still under the impression that he would see Bhanu at the gym the next morning.
However, standing near the doorway, Sandhya looked straight into Kathir's eyes and said in a soft voice, "Kathir... I have something important to tell you. Next week, we are vacating Bangalore and leaving permanently. Vicky has gotten a transfer to another city."
Nodding in agreement, Vicky said, "Yes, Kathir... this entire week will be taken up with packing and moving work."
Those words struck Kathir's head like a thunderbolt.
His world stood frozen for a second. Was his 'Bhanumathi'—who had dispelled his twenty years of darkness and brought light into his life—going to part from him permanently? Only now did the true meaning of why she had asked him to get married again the previous night, and why she had asked him for a poem, dawn on him.
Kathir's throat choked up. No matter how hard he tried to hold it back, tears welled up in his eyes. When he asked with a broken voice, "Bhanu...?", his majestic frame trembled slightly.
Seeing Kathir in that broken state made Sandhya's heart heavy too. Immediately, she threw her arms around Kathir and hugged him tightly.
Without her even realizing it, tears spilled from her eyes as well. In this game she had started to take revenge on Vicky, the pure love and devotion Kathir had shown her had touched her heart deeply.
"Don't cry, Kathir... please... my heart won't bear it. You must always stay happy and healthy," she comforted him, stroking his back. Unwilling to let go of her, Kathir too pressed her tightly against himself with both arms.
Standing near the front door, Vicky quietly watched their emotional farewell.
After a few minutes, wiping her tears away, Sandhya slowly pulled back from Kathir's embrace. Cupping his face in both hands, she planted her final kisses deeply on his lips and forehead.
As she stepped across the threshold, the sky outside had slowly begun to lighten. Then, as if remembering something, Sandhya turned back to look at Kathir.
"Kathir... the time right now is 5:40. This is the hour of 'Pratah Sandhya' (Morning Twilight) that comes just before sunrise. We entered this house on Friday evening during the hour of 'Saya Sandhya' (Evening Twilight)... and now we are parting during this hour of 'Pratah Sandhya'. Never forget this 'Sandhya' hour... in your entire life, Kathir!" she said.
With teary eyes, Kathir said, "Definitely, Bhanu... how could I ever forget this moment? Even after you leave town, both of you stay in touch with me!"
With a faint, pain-filled smile, Sandhya said only, "I'll... text you later, Kathir. Take care," before taking Vicky's hand and walking toward the lift.
Until the lift doors closed and they disappeared from sight, Kathir stood frozen right at the threshold, completely heartbroken.
---
Going downstairs and getting into their car parked in the lot, Vicky started the engine.
Sitting in the front passenger seat next to Vicky, Sandhya couldn't control her crying at all. As Kathir's tearful face and his pure love wrung her heart, she covered her face with her hands and began sobbing uncontrollably.
Driving the car, Vicky had no idea what to say. After spending two days happily with another man right before his eyes, his wife was now crying over the sorrow of parting from him; not knowing how to console her, he drove on looking completely bewildered.
Suddenly turning toward Vicky while still crying, Sandhya yelled at him, "It's all because of you!"
Shocked, Vicky asked, "What? Because of me? What did I do?"
"Then what else? Back when I gave you options that day, if only you had properly selected Option 2... why would I have ever stepped into this revenge game? Why would I have met Kathir, only to sit here crying like this right now? You are the reason for everything!" wiping her tears away, she threw the entire blame squarely onto him.
Vicky was left completely speechless. *'Goodness gracious... in the end, she's pinning the blame for this on me too! Nobody can beat this woman, oh Lord!'* he marveled to himself.
Pointing a finger at Vicky with her red, tear-stained eyes, Sandhya warned him sharply, "Vicky, listen up properly... from now on, just try lusting after any other woman in your life... I won't give you any options next time. I'll leave you right there, come straight back to Kathir, and start a family with him! Be careful!"
Almost ready to fold his hands in surrender, Vicky said, "Ayyo... spare me, Mother! From now on, such a thought won't cross my mind even in my dreams!"
Thus, Sandhya spent the entire drive venting all the emotional weight and sorrow of parting from Kathir as anger toward Vicky.
Once they reached home, both took a bath and began attending to their daily routines.
---
That evening, Sandhya picked up that old mobile phone of hers.
With a deep sigh, she opened WhatsApp. A message reading *"Thanks for everything"* had come from Kathir. To comfort Kathir's broken heart and help him move forward to the next chapter of his life, she typed out a four-week 'task list' for him to follow, along with her reply poem:
> "Kathir...
> By the time you read this message, this number will be switched off; this number won't work anymore. Never try to search for me. That's why Vicky and I didn't even tell you which city we are moving to.
> If you truly have love for me, you must definitely complete these 4 tasks I am giving you over the next four weeks:
> **Week 1:** This coming weekend, go to your hometown and spend time with your mother and younger brother. Only our family will truly be there for us. Being with them will definitely bring you comfort.
> **Week 2:** Break out of that monk-like life confined only to the gym, home, and office. On the Friday and Saturday of the second week, dress up really stylishly on both consecutive days and go to a good pub in Bangalore. Even if you don't drink, it's fine—enjoy the music, the crowd, and the vibe. Talk to new people without hesitation.
> **Week 3:** In the third week, pack your laptop and travel solo to a beautiful hill station like Coorg. Stay at a resort there and do 'work from home' (WFH) right from there for a whole week. An environment like that will be very soothing for your mind.
> **Week 4:** In the fourth week... both your body and mind will be completely ready by now. Without any hesitation or inferiority complex, try to date a good woman. If she agrees, grab a coffee with her and have a conversation... see how beautifully life changes. You shouldn't stop searching until you find the right woman for you; this search must continue even beyond the four weeks.
> Otherwise, take good care of your health. Complete the treatment you are currently undergoing in full.
> If you have respect and regard for me, build a good life for yourself and prove it. I don't expect anything else from you apart from that.
> Every single memory I spent with you over these 3 months will remain a treasure in my heart.
> The poem you wrote for me was very beautiful. Here is my reply poem...
> *'To stay with you day and night forever,*
> *I am neither the Sun... nor the Moon!*
> *Neither night nor day,*
> *I am the twilight hour that comes and goes for just a brief while!*
> *In your life, I am neither 'Bhanu' (Sun)... nor 'Mathi' (Moon)...*
> *I am the twilight that appeared for a brief moment and vanished...*
> ***Sandhya!***'"
She typed this out and hit send. The very second the double ticks appeared on that message, she permanently switched off that phone, buried it deep inside the box where it had been kept before, and completely shed the persona of 'Bhanumathi' she had worn.
The alarm rang softly on Sandhya's mobile. Reaching her hand out right in her sleep-daze, Sandhya immediately turned the alarm off.
In the dim darkness of the room, for a few seconds, she gazed intently at the face of Kathir, who was fast asleep with his face buried against her chest. Today was the very last day she would see Kathir. The reality that she would never again in her lifetime have a night like this, or an intimacy like this with him, choked her heart.
As if wanting to dissolve that ache of parting with her kisses, she began showering a rain of kisses all over his body—his forehead, eyebrows, closed eyelids, cheeks, lips, neck, and his broad chest.
At the touch of those warm, wet kisses, Kathir slowly opened his eyes. "Bhanu..." his voice came out husky with sleep.
Without letting him speak, Sandhya captured his lips with hers and gave him a deep kiss. Then, slowly pushing the blanket aside and moving down, she settled between Kathir's legs.
With her hands, she lovingly gripped Kathir's cock, which was throbbing with a natural early-morning erection (morning wood). Caressing that foreskin-free red head with her tongue, she took it completely into her mouth and began sucking.
Closing his eyes and sliding his fingers into her hair, Kathir moaned, "Aaah... Bhanu..." In the warmth of her saliva, Kathir's cock turned into an iron rod.
After worshipping his manhood with her mouth for a few minutes, Sandhya slowly rose up and sat astride his waist in the cowgirl position.
Positioning Kathir's erect cock at the entrance of her wet pussy, she slowly lowered her entire weight down. With a *"Schluck"* sound, Kathir's shaft touched her depths.
At this exact time, Vicky, who had been sleeping in the hall, woke up as well. Getting up after hearing the soft moaning sounds coming from the bedroom, Vicky stood by the edge of the bedroom doorway and looked inside.
Sitting astride Kathir on the bed, with her bare breasts and thali chain bouncing, Sandhya was riding him very fiercely, yet overflowing with love. As she leaned down and rocked her hips fast while capturing Kathir's lips, Kathir too gripped her buttocks from below, lifting and thrusting up into her.
Without disturbing them, Vicky folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and quietly watched that final union. At the end of that emotional struggle lasting several minutes, holding each other in a tight embrace, Sandhya and Kathir reached their climax simultaneously and went limp.
A few minutes after the lovemaking ended, both of them got up.
Since they were going straight back to their Bangalore house from here, Vicky and Sandhya went to the bathroom, cleaned themselves up, brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and stepped out.
Both Vicky and Sandhya put on casual track pants and t-shirts. Checking their belongings, they packed everything without forgetting a single item and got ready to leave.
All three came out to the hall. Outside, the sky hadn't fully brightened yet; the clock showed 5:40 AM. It was that early dawn hour before the sun rose in the eastern sky, when only the Morning Star, Venus, shone brightly in the heavens.
Kathir walked with them to the front door to see them off. He was still under the impression that he would see Bhanu at the gym the next morning.
However, standing near the doorway, Sandhya looked straight into Kathir's eyes and said in a soft voice, "Kathir... I have something important to tell you. Next week, we are vacating Bangalore and leaving permanently. Vicky has gotten a transfer to another city."
Nodding in agreement, Vicky said, "Yes, Kathir... this entire week will be taken up with packing and moving work."
Those words struck Kathir's head like a thunderbolt.
His world stood frozen for a second. Was his 'Bhanumathi'—who had dispelled his twenty years of darkness and brought light into his life—going to part from him permanently? Only now did the true meaning of why she had asked him to get married again the previous night, and why she had asked him for a poem, dawn on him.
Kathir's throat choked up. No matter how hard he tried to hold it back, tears welled up in his eyes. When he asked with a broken voice, "Bhanu...?", his majestic frame trembled slightly.
Seeing Kathir in that broken state made Sandhya's heart heavy too. Immediately, she threw her arms around Kathir and hugged him tightly.
Without her even realizing it, tears spilled from her eyes as well. In this game she had started to take revenge on Vicky, the pure love and devotion Kathir had shown her had touched her heart deeply.
"Don't cry, Kathir... please... my heart won't bear it. You must always stay happy and healthy," she comforted him, stroking his back. Unwilling to let go of her, Kathir too pressed her tightly against himself with both arms.
Standing near the front door, Vicky quietly watched their emotional farewell.
After a few minutes, wiping her tears away, Sandhya slowly pulled back from Kathir's embrace. Cupping his face in both hands, she planted her final kisses deeply on his lips and forehead.
As she stepped across the threshold, the sky outside had slowly begun to lighten. Then, as if remembering something, Sandhya turned back to look at Kathir.
"Kathir... the time right now is 5:40. This is the hour of 'Pratah Sandhya' (Morning Twilight) that comes just before sunrise. We entered this house on Friday evening during the hour of 'Saya Sandhya' (Evening Twilight)... and now we are parting during this hour of 'Pratah Sandhya'. Never forget this 'Sandhya' hour... in your entire life, Kathir!" she said.
With teary eyes, Kathir said, "Definitely, Bhanu... how could I ever forget this moment? Even after you leave town, both of you stay in touch with me!"
With a faint, pain-filled smile, Sandhya said only, "I'll... text you later, Kathir. Take care," before taking Vicky's hand and walking toward the lift.
Until the lift doors closed and they disappeared from sight, Kathir stood frozen right at the threshold, completely heartbroken.
---
Going downstairs and getting into their car parked in the lot, Vicky started the engine.
Sitting in the front passenger seat next to Vicky, Sandhya couldn't control her crying at all. As Kathir's tearful face and his pure love wrung her heart, she covered her face with her hands and began sobbing uncontrollably.
Driving the car, Vicky had no idea what to say. After spending two days happily with another man right before his eyes, his wife was now crying over the sorrow of parting from him; not knowing how to console her, he drove on looking completely bewildered.
Suddenly turning toward Vicky while still crying, Sandhya yelled at him, "It's all because of you!"
Shocked, Vicky asked, "What? Because of me? What did I do?"
"Then what else? Back when I gave you options that day, if only you had properly selected Option 2... why would I have ever stepped into this revenge game? Why would I have met Kathir, only to sit here crying like this right now? You are the reason for everything!" wiping her tears away, she threw the entire blame squarely onto him.
Vicky was left completely speechless. *'Goodness gracious... in the end, she's pinning the blame for this on me too! Nobody can beat this woman, oh Lord!'* he marveled to himself.
Pointing a finger at Vicky with her red, tear-stained eyes, Sandhya warned him sharply, "Vicky, listen up properly... from now on, just try lusting after any other woman in your life... I won't give you any options next time. I'll leave you right there, come straight back to Kathir, and start a family with him! Be careful!"
Almost ready to fold his hands in surrender, Vicky said, "Ayyo... spare me, Mother! From now on, such a thought won't cross my mind even in my dreams!"
Thus, Sandhya spent the entire drive venting all the emotional weight and sorrow of parting from Kathir as anger toward Vicky.
Once they reached home, both took a bath and began attending to their daily routines.
---
That evening, Sandhya picked up that old mobile phone of hers.
With a deep sigh, she opened WhatsApp. A message reading *"Thanks for everything"* had come from Kathir. To comfort Kathir's broken heart and help him move forward to the next chapter of his life, she typed out a four-week 'task list' for him to follow, along with her reply poem:
> "Kathir...
> By the time you read this message, this number will be switched off; this number won't work anymore. Never try to search for me. That's why Vicky and I didn't even tell you which city we are moving to.
> If you truly have love for me, you must definitely complete these 4 tasks I am giving you over the next four weeks:
> **Week 1:** This coming weekend, go to your hometown and spend time with your mother and younger brother. Only our family will truly be there for us. Being with them will definitely bring you comfort.
> **Week 2:** Break out of that monk-like life confined only to the gym, home, and office. On the Friday and Saturday of the second week, dress up really stylishly on both consecutive days and go to a good pub in Bangalore. Even if you don't drink, it's fine—enjoy the music, the crowd, and the vibe. Talk to new people without hesitation.
> **Week 3:** In the third week, pack your laptop and travel solo to a beautiful hill station like Coorg. Stay at a resort there and do 'work from home' (WFH) right from there for a whole week. An environment like that will be very soothing for your mind.
> **Week 4:** In the fourth week... both your body and mind will be completely ready by now. Without any hesitation or inferiority complex, try to date a good woman. If she agrees, grab a coffee with her and have a conversation... see how beautifully life changes. You shouldn't stop searching until you find the right woman for you; this search must continue even beyond the four weeks.
> Otherwise, take good care of your health. Complete the treatment you are currently undergoing in full.
> If you have respect and regard for me, build a good life for yourself and prove it. I don't expect anything else from you apart from that.
> Every single memory I spent with you over these 3 months will remain a treasure in my heart.
> The poem you wrote for me was very beautiful. Here is my reply poem...
> *'To stay with you day and night forever,*
> *I am neither the Sun... nor the Moon!*
> *Neither night nor day,*
> *I am the twilight hour that comes and goes for just a brief while!*
> *In your life, I am neither 'Bhanu' (Sun)... nor 'Mathi' (Moon)...*
> *I am the twilight that appeared for a brief moment and vanished...*
> ***Sandhya!***'"
She typed this out and hit send. The very second the double ticks appeared on that message, she permanently switched off that phone, buried it deep inside the box where it had been kept before, and completely shed the persona of 'Bhanumathi' she had worn.
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