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Chapter 34 -- Continuation...

The flight home was quiet — the hum of engines and occasional announcements the only sounds breaking the silence between them.


Nivi stared out the window, clouds drifting below like forgotten thoughts.

Torn.

Guilt gnawing, Prem's messages burning in her mind — his sudden change, the love pouring out when she had just...

She glanced at Rohan beside her — calm, reading a magazine, as if the night hadn't shattered everything.
She shook his hand under the armrest — small, hesitant.

“We should stop.”
Her voice barely audible.

Rohan caught it — fingers curling around hers, firm but gentle.
“Whatever you want. I’m with you.”

No argument. No push. Just acceptance.

The words eased and tightened at once.

Airport arrival — bustle of Chennai evening.

They collected luggage.

Prem waiting in the lounge — sudden, unexpected.
Spotted her.

Kneeled dramatically — bouquet of roses thrust forward.

"Nivi... welcome home."
Passersby glanced, some smiling at the gesture.

Nivi struggled to smile — face tight, forced curve of lips.

Panic rising — heart pounding. She was not at all ready to face his face due to guilt but this... she doesn't deserve she know...

He came... after everything.. that i should not have done..... 


She didn't deserve this — the flowers, the kneel, the hope in his eyes.

Guilt crashed harder.
But the moment she decided — anger as shield, to cover herself, avoid breaking in front of him.

“Stop it, Prem… embarrassing…”

Tone sharp — cutting, covering the tremor in her throat, the fear threatening to spill.
She moved ahead quickly, eyes down, steps hurried.

Prem doesn't know his wife’s infidelity with her colleague now — the nights, the touches, the surrender.

He's beaming, thinking it's shyness.

He stood, confused but beaming wider. “Car that way!”

She turned back — to Rohan lingering with his bag, expression neutral.

“How will you go?”

Voice small, almost pleading — needing him there, buffer, safety.

Alone with Prem — questions, closeness, guilt face-to-face — unbearable.

Rohan calm, expression neutral.

“Your husband came to pick you. Not his friend.”

Prem flushed — pleased at the "friend" acknowledgment, warmth spreading.
“No, no — both. Come!”

Rohan nodded politely. “It’s okay. I’ll take mine.. You guys forget my car is parked there...”

Nivi fearing — lacking confidence, body still remembering touches, the ache between thighs, mind spinning lies to hold together.

Alone with Prem — the drive, the home, the bed they shared.

She wanted Rohan to accompany her at least until home — delay the reckoning.

As Prem went to parking...

Rohan leaned close, voice low, urgent — breath warm on her ear.
“It’s up to us — show or hide.”
“Your face, body language — tells everything wrong.”

“Be yourself. I’m just colleague. We just coming after a business meet.”

“Forget things that bothering your mind. Consider our sex as a dream.”

“Tomorrow we have meets with new clients. Meet tonight — dinner table. Keep the files ready.”

Focus on your career — that's the only way to distract yourself until you choose to practice handling personal chaos.

He walked away — stride confident, disappearing into crowd.

Prem’s car pulled up.
Nivi got in.
Bouquet heavy on lap — thorns pricking through paper, unnoticed.

Prem smiling wide — hopeful, loving, chatting about Aara, dinner plans.
She forced one back — tight, mechanical, eyes on the road.
Drive home began.
Silence from her.


Rohan, meanwhile, boarded his Mercedes in the airport parking — driver holding the door, engine purring softly.

He settled in the back seat, phone already in hand.

Dialed a number from memory.

The person on the other side answered promptly.
"Yes, sir."

Rohan's voice low, precise.
"Check all the agreements... files at Nivisha's office. Before madam comes in tomorrow."

A brief pause.

"Look for any identity proof of mine — passport copy, PAN, anything with my birth date."

"Make a duplicate. Backdate it to yesterday as my birthday."

The person hesitated. "Okay, sir... but why, sir?"

Rohan gazed out the window, city blurring past.

"Someone believes it was my birthday yesterday. They should not know I lied."
"Especially Nivisha."

He ended the call — sharp click.

Leaned back.

A small smile.
The web tightening.
Carefully.
Perfectly.

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Chapter 35 – The Surprise Dinner


The car pulled into the penthouse garage, the evening light fading over Chennai, casting long shadows across the concrete.

Prem rushed ahead, eager, while Nivi stepped out slowly, opened the door to take her suitcase in hand.
Her body still carried the ache from the morning's passion — a deep, secret soreness between her thighs, a reminder that made every movement conscious.

Mind a storm of guilt and confusion — Prem's messages, his change, the night with Rohan all colliding.

Prem was waiting in the living room — smiling wide, Aara on his lap, both holding a small plate.

A sweet — homemade gulab jamun, slightly misshapen but warm, syrup glistening.
Prem stood, proud.
“Surprise! I made this for you.”
Nivi froze.
Couldn’t meet his eyes.

Guilt heavy — crushing, like a weight on her chest.

Rohan’s words echoed in her mind: Distract yourself with work. Keep yourself stronger than ever.
Her voice came out small, forced.
“Thanks…”

Prem felt something odd — a flicker in her expression. He couldn’t tell what.
Earlier, he used to doubt everything.  Now, he wanted to trust.
But she behaved… distant. Cooler than expected.

She went in — changed to night dress quietly, movements mechanical.
Moved all files to the dining table.
Remembered Rohan: Career is distraction.
Opened laptop.
Accessed information about new clients.
Started preparing presentations — focused, deep, fingers flying over keys, mind forcing itself into numbers, strategies.
Prem watched from the doorway — silent, a bit hurt.

Realised she was too focused.

All his sudden love displays — she might take time to warm.

It’s not perfect to eat her time for his need.

He quietly moved away — giving space.

9 PM.

Prem: “I have a surprise.”
Nivi looked up from screen.
“What?”
He smiled wide. “I prepared dinner myself. For my love.”
Nivi didn’t want to sound strange — distant.
“Oh… you’re surprising me so much today.”
Forced a smile — tighter than before.
Walked with him.

Sat at the dinner table — candles flickering softly, Aara giggling beside.

Simple spread — rice, sambar, vegetable curry, his effort clear in every dish.
Nivi saw them — Aara excited, Prem beaming with pride.
Love.
Pure.
What have you done, Nivi…?



She questioned herself — silent, throat tight.

Within minutes — Rohan arrived.
Keycard beep at door.

He stepped in — casual shirt, file in hand.
Thought it was his luxury apartment.
But Prem, Nivi, and Aara had turned it into their home — toys scattered, dinner smells filling air.

Rohan now sounded like a guest… but he was the owner of the house — and hours ago, he had owned Nivi’s body, even now the memory fresh.

“What a surprise,” he said, casual, smile easy.

Prem stressed, welcoming. “Come, my friend. I made something special for Nivi.”

Rohan joked lightly. “Okay then, I’ll eat elsewhere.”

Prem surprised — Rohan joking with him.

He’s not usually like this…

Rohan, reading thoughts, quick recovery.

“Prem is new. Feels energetic, lovely — remembering my college days. See, he changed me.”
Spoke looking at Nivi’s face — subtle challenge in eyes.

Nivi forced a smile — thin, eyes dropping to plate.

She said, “Rohan, the files you asked are ready. I’m sorry — feel very tired. Should we submit tomorrow or postpone?”
Rohan back to business mode — sharp.

“This is why I was never friendly. No matter what — this has to be done tomorrow.”

He looked at plate — joined anyway, casual.

Went out for a cigar later — terrace, alone.

Prem looking at tense situation — thought they’re in business mood.

Nivi quickly finished dinner and took Aara with her to the small room.

After Nivi made Aara sleep — spent more time today, hugging extra, reading stories longer, kissing forehead repeatedly.
Came back to bedroom.

At 10:30 PM.

Searching something to cool her — mind.

In bed.
Prem apologised softly.
Asked her to forgive him — past years.
She cried — literally, tears sudden.
Prem asked, concerned. “What happened? Did I say anything wrong…”

She pulled back slightly. “Nothing… I wish you were like this earlier…”
Prem shocked. “What if I was like this earlier?”
Nivi made up — voice steadying.
“I would have started business earlier… we’d be settled now.”

Changed narrative — safe.

Prem: “Yeah, you’re right. But nevertheless, it’s not late.”

He came to hug — warm, hopeful.

Brought lips on her — gentle, loving.

She allowed.

Responded — soft at first.
But as she closed eyes — mind painted only Rohan.

His touch, his intensity.

Not Prem.

Shocked — broke the kiss abruptly.

“Sorry… tired. Maybe sometimes later.”

Prem: “Okay…” Disappointed but understanding.

But Nivi just said no to kiss.

She was not in any mood for sex..She also fears if he would find out something if they make love... Prem never had it in months..

But she thought after all love displays he would expect it — didn't want to hurt him.
So she hugged him tight. She also need this for the guilt to evade soon.

Forced her head on his chest.
Tear drops silent.
Slept instantly — exhaustion claiming.
The place where she belonged too…

Prem felt a victory — small, warm.
This is enough.

Only at this moment he realised it has been years they were like this..
He thanked Pratap silently for guiding him right.



Adjacent room.


Rohan looking at the wall — listening faintly through thin luxury walls.
Thinking about next plan.

He knew Nivi won’t be easy anymore.
Needs more plan.
More manipulations.
To get her back with him.

How…

Phone rings.

Call displayed — Aadhil.
Rohan instantly picked.
Rohan: “Hey Aadhil, my dear partner. How are you?”
Aadhil: “I’m good. How do you do, man?”

Rohan: “I’m good. What a surprise. What’s up, buddy?”

Aadhil: “It seemed you are forging your documents. My intel my spy... told me... What, partner — trying to cheat me?”
Rohan laughed low. “Moodra patti… How will I cheat you?”

Aadhil: “Then who are you cheating?”

Rohan: “Someone special…”

Aadhil: “Adipoli… when are you going to introduce to me?”

Rohan: “Soon.”

Aadhil: “No way — send it now.”

Rohan: “Wait, partner. Let me send you.”

Sent an image — them in a meet.

Then alone — Nivi in red kurta, glowing.

Aadhil: “She is gorgeous…”

A minute of silence — Aadhil’s finger tracing her shapes on phone, breath audible.

Rohan: “Are you there?”

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Chapter 36 – A planned Normalcy



Rohan waited, phone to ear, the penthouse quiet around him.
“Are you there?” he asked finally, tone edged with impatience.

Aadhil’s voice came back — low, amused, a hint of breathlessness.
“Yeah…”

Rohan’s tone sharpened, protective steel underneath.

“Take your dirty finger away from my woman.”

Aadhil laughed — surprised, genuine, the sound rich and familiar.
“How did you know, man? Installed spy cameras?”

Rohan: “We’ve been friends in business for ten years… and it’s much more, we know, right? Won’t I know about you?”
Aadhil laughed again — louder, surrendering.

“Sorry, man. I take back my fingers.”

Rohan: “Good for you. Only if you behave, I’ll give intro to her. Treat your sister-in-law good.”

Aadhil: “Okay, brother. What’s next?”

Rohan: “Nothing. Some drag in my plan — unseen, unforeseen. Need to clear obstacles.”

Aadhil: “You used to give me ideas. How can I help, whatever the matter is. Take care.”

“Just got curious about faking…”
Rohan: “It’s temporary.”

Aadhil: “Got it. Good night, buddy. Let’s meet soon.”
Rohan smiled — small, satisfied.
Said bye.
Ended the call.

Aadhil was his partner.
Friend.
Brother.
All.
Not fake — real.

He covered Rohan’s shady business — the edges that needed discretion.
While Aadhil converted Rohan’s good business income — doubled, tripled it through clever channels.

For their families — these two men were innocent on the surface.
Husbands.
Fathers.

But they knew how to make money. And much more.

They went to any extent for fun when together — the old days, wild nights, shared secrets.

Ever since marriage — both — their meetings reduced.
Just phones.
Banking updates.

Casual visits with families — polite, surface.

Rohan got his idea from the call.
Aadhil from Kerala. His family there too.
Why not go there?

Give space to Nivi... one way to get back her attention...

Instead of being a burden here — why not visit Kerala?

Move away from Nivi.
Give her time.
Let her miss me.
The pull stronger in absence.

Rohan thanked Aadhil his mere phone call gets him an idea...

The next day.

He packed quietly — suitcase light, essentials only.
Called Nivi — professional tone, no warmth leaking.
“Emergency at home. Out for a week. Take care of business things.”

Nivi surprised — also shocked. "Why leaving now? What happened?"

Rohan paused, voice steady. "It's personal. I wanted to share, but not the right time."

Then, lower, checking Prem wasn't around: "Also, this is best I can do for you.. I'm giving space for recovery.. I'm near you, it's a burden.. Take care, Nivi.."

She was about to say no.. you are not a burden.. but before she speak.. Rohan walked away, Nivi couldn't understand him fully — but thanked him for being way better than she thought.


Rohan leaving to Kerala, the smartest thing he did.

Prem didn’t have chance to suspect off-minded Nivi.

Business ate her time — meetings, pitches, numbers. Her awkwardness gradually dropped — mask strengthening.
Gave her ample time to get back on feet — charm, calm, steadiness returning.

Rohan gone.
Space.
But the pull — still there, quiet but persistent.

Prem still didn't get his chance in bed — he knew the work pressure without Rohan, realized his need for presence and work.

Didn't overflow with love things and trouble.
This gave her ample time for self-recovery.
The bed, her love for Prem — left just in hugging and some kisses.
But it evolved to normal.

She listened to his words, responded, replied, laughed, chatted.
She was happy with this — surface peace.

The second week too, Rohan missed. 
Nivi thought Rohan said one week but its 2 week so far...

She called him — curious, missing his presence in the company and home.

He said he would be back soon but asked her not to worry as things in control.
She kind of missed him.

If not for sex — he was her guide, mentor, good friend.

At times she thinks — maybe as Rohan said, I should not mix pleasure and love?

She quietly getting prepared to be practical...
Her awakening just inches away.
But she is not yet ready to accept it.


And on one Thursday...

While she deep into computer — files, presentations, numbers blurring.

Rohan's voice appeared behind her — unexpected, warm.

"Long time, Madam.. how's the business going..."

This was the first time in weeks.
There was a warm smile that came from Nivi towards Rohan — involuntary, genuine.

Rohan calculated it.
Got the result.
The space worked.

She missed him.
The pull stronger.
Control — slipping back to him.

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Chapter 37 –  The Old Car and Newness 


The old Swift coughed and sputtered on the busy Chennai road — 2 lakh plus kilometres on the odometer, a second-hand warrior that had served faithfully for years through rain, heat, and endless traffic.

Now it was showing its age — engine whining, vibrations rattling the dashboard.

Engine died mid-way — sudden silence in the middle of a crowded intersection, horns blaring around him.
Prem cursed under his breath — low, frustrated, the afternoon heat pressing in through the windows like a heavy blanket.

He had to reach the bank — deposit a cheque from a new client.
Important.
Immediate.

The money would cover next month's payroll — salaries, rent, everything riding on it.
He tried restarting — key turning, nothing.

Called mechanics — signal weak in the jam, calls dropping.

With the aid of a few kind strangers on the road — two young men in office shirts pausing their bikes, a passing auto driver with strong arms — they pushed the car to the side, tyres scbanging asphalt, sweat beading on everyone's foreheads.
Waited for auto.
None came empty.

Called taxi apps — surge pricing, cancellations piling up, "no drivers available."

Luck turned — a town bus, crowded and rattling, not at a stop, slowed anyway.

Driver waved him in — sympathetic nod to the stranded man in formal shirt.
Crowded inside.
Standing room only.

Bodies pressed close, the smell of sweat, diesel, and packed lunches.
He clutched the overhead rail, swaying with the turns, briefcase bumping his leg with every brake.
A man stood as his stop neared — older gentleman, newspaper folded under arm.

Lucky again — Prem took the seat gratefully, sinking into it with a quiet sigh.
The person beside him turned — familiar face, older but unmistakable.

“Hey… Prem?”
Prem looked closer.

Recognition hit — slow, then sharp like a flash.

“Dei Nithin ! How are you? What a surprise!”

Nithin grinned — same old college friend smile, teeth white, eyes crinkling with genuine joy.
“I’m good, da! How are you?”

Prem: “Good, good. We met long back — collegeing days. Then different colleges.”
Nithin : “Small world!”

They laughed — genuine, easy, the years falling away for a moment like they were teenagers again on the playground.
Nithin : “Married?”

Prem: “Yes. Kid — 8 years old.”

Nithin surprised, eyebrows shooting up. “What? 8 years? I just got married, man — 31 now. You guys early, huh?”

Prem chuckled, a little proud, a little nostalgic. “Loved a woman. Eloped.”

They laughed again — louder, heads together like old times, sharing the story in quick bursts.
Nithin : “What are you doing?”

Prem: “Self business .” (Prem did not want to show it as IT outsourcing firm he doesn't want people to flood him asking for opportunities)


“You?”

Nithin : Dont ask me Prem. Did my engineering but now a Marketing guy,. Pitching products. Want solid profile — Python, tech side.” Even now i went for a Tech interview. Hope they call me soon.

Prem thought — mind ticking with opportunity.
“Send me your work.”

Nithin : Why are you referring me to any company? But i have no IT experience, only Marketing” But i have deep knowledge in languages like Python.. Etc. but people don't value it… they just ask for experience.

Prem: “Fine. If you know the knowledge, try.”
Nithin began to say something
Then — Prakash’s phone rang. 

Screen lit: Vaani Darling
Prakash cut it quickly — embarrassed thumb swipe, cheeks coloring slightly.


“Irony — my wife did MBA, she has no job yet. But I'm into marketing… Once I settle, she’ll look.”


Prem: “Is it?”


They talked more — easy flow, catching up on mutual friends, old teachers, life twists.
Realized the same stop approaching.


Nithin accompanied the bank — “I’m going that way anyway.”
Helped the mechanic too — haggling price together, laughing at the owner's excuses, fixing the old Swift.


Shared numbers — promise to meet soon. Departed with a wave, “Keep in touch, da.”


The car is running smoothly now.
Prem near Nivi’s office. Decided — drop in, see her.
Surprise.



It was the exact time Rohan had entered the office, and Nivi was glowing with a smile at him — genuine, wide, the kind that lit her eyes and softened her features in a way Prem hadn't seen in weeks.


Rohan leaned casually against her desk, voice low but warm.
“Sorry I left you with hectic work.. Very sorry.”

Nivi shook her head, smile lingering. “All fine at your end?”

Rohan nodded. “Yes, it went well.. Hope you are back on your feet.”

Nivi tilted her head slightly. “You went for an emergency or…?”

Rohan paused, eyes meeting hers — steady, meaningful.

“I wanted to give you space.. No words can fix you.. No consolation can fix you. I want you to recover.. Yourself.."
He leaned in a fraction, voice softer.

"So the first step — the trouble maker should move out.. I'm the trouble maker here.."
Nivi's eyes widened slightly.

"And second — if I leave hectic work to you.. The work warrants your attention, and you will gradually get hooked into bigger things that would make you ignore the small ones.."

Nivi looked at him — really looked, warmth spreading.
“You are not a trouble maker..… I’m sorry.”

But thanks.

Rohan: “For what?”
Nivi: “For understanding and giving me space..”

Rohan glanced around subtly — open office, voices nearby.
“I want to speak with you more, but walls have ears. Maybe somewhere away..”
Nivi: “Okay...”

I'm happy anyway — happy to see you again.

Her smile widened — bright, unguarded, cheeks flushing lightly.
Prem entered the building just then.

Approached Nivi’s cabin — footsteps quiet on the carpeted floor.
Saw Rohan already there — leaning on desk, talking animatedly with Nivi.
When did he come back?

Mind puzzled — two weeks no noise, no mention.. sudden return?
Nivi smiling wide — warmer, brighter for Rohan.

Laughing softly at something he said — head tilted, eyes sparkling.
For him — he had been courting her for weeks, apologizing for his misunderstandings, trying to win back trust.
But she never smiled this much, this freely, when he finally surrendered to her.

Yet for Rohan — effortless glow.
Something not adding up.

When Prem doubted her intentions... there is nothing concrete to actually doubt her.
Now when he wanted to trust her and show his blind support.. she giving too many reasons too make him doubt..

Instantly his mind feared.. No Prem dont overthink and spoil it.. if Nivi found out you still doubting her— the gap would widen forever.

Irreversible.

He stood still 10 seconds outside the glass door — reeling, heart thumping hard in chest, palms suddenly damp.

Old insecurities flooding back — sharp, familiar poison.

Then entered — forced smile plastered on, voice steady as he could manage.
Rohan saw first — sharp eyes catching the movement.

“Hey buddy! How are you? Just came back — entered the office. Sorry, put her in trouble.”
Nivi smiled — inhibitions gone, back on feet, glowing with energy.

Prem’s insecurities — back too, sharper than before, cutting deeper.
Rohan sensed the flicker in Prem's eyes.

Did he hear what I said? to Nivi?  Those were cryptic, right? He asked himself silently.
Decided quietly — whatever, let's bring him back to the trust zone.

Fast.
Faster.

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Chapter 38 – The Gift


Prem’s shirt — wrinkled, smudged with grease and dirt from pushing the Swift, dark streaks across the fabric like battle marks.

Rohan noticed first.

“What happened to your shirt? It’s full of dirt.”

Prem laughed — embarrassed, wiping at a stubborn stain with his palm, only smearing it more.
“My car broke down. Turned self-mechanic for a bit — didn’t work. So… this is the result.”
Rohan raised an eyebrow, slipping into concerned friend mode effortlessly.
“All fine?”

Prem nodded, still chuckling self-deprecatingly. “Yes. Came by car after mechanic fixed it.”

Rohan smiled — easy, reassuring.

“I just came directly here — important files. Will see you both tonight at home.”
He picked up his bag.

Walked out — stride confident, purposeful.
After he was gone.

Nivi saw how Prem was looking at her.
Something new.
Intense.

Searching — eyes lingering, trying to read her face.
She realised — her overreaction when Rohan was in.
The glow.
The smile.
Too warm.
Too quick.

She continued the same mood — forced calm, professional smile.
“What’s on my face?”

Prem shook his head, forcing lightness.
“Nothing… I just came to see you.”

Nivi: “Okay. Wait here two more hours. Let me wrap up — I’ll come with you in car. No need to book cabs, na?”
He said okay — relieved, smile genuine.
Sat in the visitor chair.

Watched her work — quiet, content for now.
Nivi tried — kept warm before Prem.

Smiled when he spoke.
Asked about Aara — light questions, normal chatter.
But inside — storm raging.

He saw. The way I lit up for Rohan. The difference.


That night.

Rohan came late — Nivi and Prem already asleep.
Didn’t see him.

Next morning.

Rohan took Nivi in his Mercedes.
Prem in his old Swift — following behind.

On the way — city traffic slow, giving space for talk.
Rohan asked, casual, eyes on road.
“Did you and Prem reconcile?”

Nivi: “Yes… almost there.”

Rohan: “Physically?”

Nivi quiet — fingers twisting in lap.

“Not yet… but I kissed him.”

Rohan nodded — neutral.

“He seems changed. Why don’t you honor his feelings?”

Nivi: “I’m doing.”

Rohan: “It’s an issue with women… when they chase you, you distance. When you chase them, they seem unavailable.”

“Fuck, I don’t know what kind of relationship this is. Half the couples have this issue… and some of them loved each other once.”
She: “I’m not distancing. I love him back. We’re good.”

Rohan: “I don’t think so. His eyes still have that insecurity.”
Nivi panicked slightly — voice rising.

“How do you say that? Did he suspect anything?”
Rohan calm — reassuring.

“No. It’s because you’re not showing him enough love.”
“I sensed a different reaction from you when you’re with me now… and when I left you two weeks back.”

“I don’t think you ever do that way to him. Am I correct?”

Nivi: “Maybe… I don’t know. I just got happy seeing you back. Thought I pushed you to guilt or something. I know you’re a good guy.”
Rohan: “No, no — just wait. Don’t mix your marital love life with this.”

“Give him the love he wants. Fix there. Then come to me.”

Nivi’s eyes on him — few minutes, processing.

Is he asking me to love Prem… and come back to him for sex? Direct?
Rohan saw her eyes — confusion, question.

“I’m just telling… we longed for one perfect marriage. One among us got the chance — don’t spoil it. Fix it. Treat the friendship next. Nothing else.”
Nivi felt relief — then doubt.
Then after a minute.

“I’m already giving the love he wants. How could I show more?”
“And you know… physical need is one. But I’m not mentally ready yet after our Bangalore night…”

Rohan smiled — understanding.

“There are other ways. Other needs. If you notice and respond — he might realise and ignore other shortcomings.”

Nivi: “How could I know his need? Except the bed sex he’s asking for…”

Rohan: “You need to observe him. Watch him.”  
“Nivi… you’re a bad wife.” 

Nivi laughed — surprised. “Stop mocking.”
Rohan serious.

“Yes, I’m serious. You didn’t know your husband’s needs…”

Her face went small — thoughtful, a little hurt.

Rohan continued.

“Think if he needs anything to be cared for… and not yet got one.”
Nivi clueless — mind racing.

Rohan himself.

“Your husband had old car. You’re earning better, right? You can afford him a car. Book one.”

Nivi: “What?”

Rohan: “Yeah. Men don’t often tell what they need — want to save better for their loved one. Most men like that.”
“Just try this. Book a car. Gift him ultra-modern, new, branded.”

“Tell him — saw you dirty because of old car. Now we have money, booked it.”
Nivi: “This should work thanks.”

He: “What cars does he like?”
Nivi thought — memory flickering.

“Nothing particular… but he used to rave about Kia.”
Rohan: “Okay then — let’s go there?”

Nivi: “Now?”
Rohan: “Better time.”

They went.
Booked.

Rohan used influence — in-stock vehicle ready for delivery.
Kia Seltos — favorite color, top variant.

Nivi: “He’ll be happy. Should we text?”

Rohan: “Keep surprise. Go to his office tomorrow — ask him come out. Hand key.”
Nivi: “You should give — your idea.”

Rohan knocked her head lightly — playful.

“Don’t involve me. It’s your love. You giving for love.”

Nivi bit lip — eyes soft.
“How naive I am…”

They laughed — shared, light.
As per plan.


Surprise unveiled next day.

Nivi closed Prems eye with her hand and guide him to parking lot of the office.

Prem keep asking where are you taking me what is it?

Nivi said surprise for you .. For my love.. 

As they reached parking lot she released her hand.. from closing his eyes..

Prem saw a Kia Seltos brand new unregistered  standing like a giant closer his to old swift car..

Whats this Nivi?? 

Nivi -- From now its yours.. take this.. she gave him the key.

What Prem Overjoyed.!!!!!

Prem walked around the car slowly — almost reverently — hand trailing over the sleek body, fingers tracing the curves, the chrome accents catching sunlight.


He opened the door — inhaled the new-car smell, leather seats pristine.

Sat inside — gripped the steering wheel, turned it playfully, dashboard lights glowing as he started the engine.
The smooth hum — no rattle, no cough.

He looked all around — rearview mirror, sunroof, infotainment screen.

Touched everything — buttons, gears, like a child with a new toy.

Eyes shining — pure happiness, boyish grin spreading.

"This... this is mine?"

Nivi watching — truly enjoying his happiness, heart swelling at the sight.
His joy infectious.

The way he laughed — loud, free.

Revved the engine gently — sound powerful, satisfying.

Leaned back in seat — closed eyes a moment, smiling.

"Thank you, Nivi... really."

She leaned in window — kissed his cheek.

Seeing him like this — untouched delight — made the guilt quieter for a moment.
Worth it.

Prem fell for it.

Nivi super happy and excited seeing his happiness — genuine, warm.
Deep — thanked Rohan silently.

Prem: “How you got the plan?”

She: “Couldn’t see you struggle with old Swift. So this plan.”

Prem surprised — one day delivery? Eyes wide, mouth open in genuine shock as he stared at the gleaming new Kia Seltos parked in the office lot, keys dangling from Nivi's hand.


"How... one day? These take months on waiting list!"

He asked, voice high with excitement and disbelief: “Did Rohan help?”

Nivi knew — if she said no, doubt would creep in.

If yes — too much reliance?

But truth safe.
“Yes… I told him I wanted to gift you a car. Asked his help to reach sooner.”

She panicked quietly — heart racing, watching his face for flicker.

Will he mind? Suspect?

[heygiwriter]

"I have introduced some new characters. What do you guess about them? Any wild guesses? What do you predict for each character like who will be a trouble maker who will be a disgusting person . Who will be a good person?"

[heygiwriter]

I love your writing . How are you doing this ? I have read like 10+ chapters in one sitting , so smooth. 

The pacing is too good . 

I like your approach short chapters , perfectly divide, Fast update .   

The eroticism is the best part of the story .

Last updates were the best . 

Poor PREM . The dilemma he is having . Either trust his instinct vs  Trust his Wife . In both situation He is a loser . I wanna see how  is he gonna handle the situation . 

But again , Kudos to you . The story is very engaging .

Thank you.. Im glad you enjoyed characters..

[heygiwriter]

The new character of Rohan brother and prame friend both are change the story plot??
Who knows rather than story teller

Waiting for the twist and turn

Dont expect too much twist ! i try to write frm each perspective .. again its Prem and his actions drive the story.. indirectly that the other characters

[heygiwriter]

Yes , Rohan's wife . Given she is also a first hand victim of her husband Infidelity  , She could become an important character . 

Interesting Suggestion .

Indeed interesting suggestion

[heygiwriter]

nice going. Add a little bit of erotic content in between. Basically, this is an erotic site.

Sure.. im planning to but it need some natural escalation than immediate one :)  thanks

[heygiwriter]

Characters So Far


Prem - Runs an IT outsourcing company. Husband who is overthinking, overprotective, full of himself, and patriarchal, but trying to change for the better.

Nivi - Wife who protected her chastity for almost 9 years but broke it as she discovered her freedom and awakening; now she is considering reversing it. She started a new marketing company along with Rohan.

Pratap - An elder figure who is a well-wisher of Prem and Nivi.

Aaravind - Former friend of Nivi and an offender; dropped his sinister ideas against Nivi after getting a better offer.

Prakash - A predator who planned well but got caught and was thrown out; nowhere near the story in recent chapters.

Rakesh - A small character who exited long back; Prakash had ruled him out.

Rohan - Highly calculative and manipulative. Business partner and mentor, but he has unfulfilled wishes even though he broke Nivi's chastity.

New Characters


Aadhil - Business partner and real friend of Rohan.

Nithin Prakash - Prem's collegemate who has IT knowledge but currently works in marketing.

Vaani - Prakash's wife who had a wish to work but remains a housewife.


Upcoming Characters (To Be Introduced)

Vikram

Ashika

Kanmani

Madhavan

[heygiwriter]

Very difficult to guess my friend.. will just wait for you to reveal.. one thing is with Rohan planning every move so carefully to take advantage of Nivi.. how will anybody else get a chance..

Just curious too see if my story is going in a predictable way.. so checkout what audience thinks of it :)