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Did Prem forgot to mention not to reveal all of this to Vani? That would be a mistake if Vani knew all this, first thing she will do it to tell Nivi.

~RCF

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Chapter 56 – The Mark & The Surrender


Vani stepped out of the auto-rickshaw, the engine’s sputter fading into the rhythmic crash of waves somewhere beyond the compound wall.


She handed the driver a crumpled note and a few coins — he nodded without looking up, already pulling away.
The gate loomed ahead — black wrought iron, partially open, flanked by two stone pillars lit by low, amber uplights.

She paused.

Her heart was beating too fast — not just from the ride, but from something she couldn’t name yet.
Fear? Anticipation? A strange cocktail of both.

She sensed something — a shift in the air, a pull she couldn’t articulate — but she couldn’t quite realise what it was.

All she knew was curiosity.

Aadhil had called it “a surprise” — casual, almost offhand, when he’d texted her the address that morning.

That word alone had kept looping in her mind all day.

She adjusted the strap of her midnight-blue maxi — the one he’d sent — and took one step forward.
Then another.

The driveway opened up.

And she stopped breathing for a second.

A row of cars gleamed under the garden lights — polished obsidian and chrome catching the glow like dark jewels.

A Porsche 911 Turbo S — matte black, low and predatory.
Next to it, a Bugatti Chiron — impossible blue, crouched like it could devour the road.
Then a BMW M8 Competition — gunmetal grey, aggressive vents.
A Mercedes-Maybach S680 — stately, obscene in its luxury.
Even the “least” car in the line was an Audi R8 V10 — red, sleek, arrogant.
Vani’s mouth went dry.
This.

This was the world she had tasted only briefly after marrying Nitin — back when his family still had money, before the step-brothers tore it apart.

She remembered the first time she sat in a car like that — the smell of leather, the low purr of the engine, the way people looked at her differently.

She had wanted it again.

Every day since the fall, she had wanted it again.

She took a deep, shaky inhale — salt air filling her lungs.
Her fingers tightened around her clutch.

“Okay,” she whispered to herself.
“Prepare for anything.”

She straightened her shoulders, smoothed the dress over her hips, and walked through the gate.
The gravel crunched under her heels — each step louder than the last.

The front door stood open — warm light spilling out, laughter and low music drifting from inside.
She crossed the threshold.

And stepped into the rest of her life.



Inside, Aadhil stood just past the threshold — casual linen shirt unbuttoned one extra notch, sleeves rolled to the elbows, a half-empty bottle of beer dangling loosely from his right hand.

The hallway light behind him cast a warm halo around his shoulders.

He saw Vani step in — and his face changed.

The easy host smile he’d worn for the crowd softened into something more private, more deliberate.
He didn’t speak right away.

Just looked at her — eyes traveling slowly from the way the midnight-blue maxi hugged her hips, up the bare line of her collarbone, to the nervous flicker in her gaze.

Then he smiled — small, almost tender.

“Hi,” he said quietly.

Vani managed a shaky laugh. “Hi.”

He stepped forward — close enough that she could smell the beer on his breath and the faint salt-and-cedar of his cologne.

Without asking, his left arm slid around her waist — firm, warm, possessive in a way that felt both protective and dangerous.

He turned them both toward the living room where the small crowd waited.

“Ladies and gentlemen…” His voice carried easily, playful but commanding. “…meet my girl.”

A ripple of approval rolled through the group — eight or ten people, all elite-looking, expensive watches glinting, laughter bright and loose.

Glasses lifted. Someone whistled. A woman near the bar called out, “Finally!”
Vani froze.

Her smile locked in place — polite, practiced — but her body stiffened against his side.
Every pair of eyes landed on her at once — curious, amused, measuring.

She felt suddenly naked despite the dress.

Aadhil’s fingers flexed lightly against her waist — a silent steady.

Then he dipped his head — lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Excuse us for a moment,” he murmured to the room, but mostly to her.

The crowd chuckled knowingly as he guided her past them — arm never leaving her waist — through the open living area and down the short hallway.

Into the bedroom.
He nudged the door shut behind them.
The lock clicked — soft, final.

The room was dim — only a single floor lamp and the faint glow leaking through the tinted glass windows.
He turned to face her — expression shifting from playful host to something quieter, more serious.

“Sorry,” he said first. “My friends came early. You don’t need to know who my ex is — it would look staged if I pointed her out.”

Vani nodded — pulse thundering in her throat.
She didn’t trust her voice yet.

Aadhil reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a slim, gift-wrapped envelope — black paper, silver ribbon.

He held it out.
“For you.”
Vani took it with trembling fingers — tore the paper carefully.
Inside — a partnership document.
Her name — Vani Nitin Prakash — listed alongside Aadhil, Nivi, Rohan.
Annual share: 30 lakhs.
Fixed.

She stared — breath stuck somewhere between her lungs and her mouth.
“This is…” Her voice cracked. “…huge.”

Aadhil stepped closer — voice dropping low.
“I did all this because you deserve it.”

He paused — let the weight of the number settle.

“And your help tonight will be bigger than you think.”

Vani looked up — eyes glassy.

He reached out — brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“My ex is sharp,” They will look out for the mark.. i usually does to my ex(es)... he continued, tone shifting to business. “They’ll approach you. 

They’ll test your genuineness. Quick answers — memorize them.”

He held up one finger.

“One. My size — you say it’s longer than it could fit in your mouth.”
Vani’s cheeks flamed instantly.
He continued — second finger.
“Two. I have a few moles on my penis.”
Third finger.
“Three. I love missionary.”
Vani’s mouth opened — closed — no sound came out.

“Aadhil… I can’t—”
He didn’t let her finish.

His gaze dropped to her dress — the midnight-blue spaghetti-strap bodycon he’d chosen, the way it clung to every curve.

“You look incredible,” he said — voice rougher now.

Vani looked down — suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed her shoulders were, how the fabric stretched across her breasts.

He stepped even closer — hand settling on her waist again.

“For the mark…” he murmured. “…it has to be natural.”

Vani was confused on mark? 

She innocently asked it is a tattoo?

Before she could process the words — his hand slid up under the hem of her maxi.

Fingers found bare skin — warm, sure.
He tugged the fabric aside just enough.

Cupped her breast — thumb brushing the nipple once, twice.
Vani was bit shaken.. by his sudden action on her breast ...

Then he bent — mouth closing over the soft swell.
Teeth grazed — then bit.

Not hard enough to break skin — but firm enough to leave a clear, red crescent.
Vani gasped — body jerking forward.

“What are you—”
Aadhil pulled back — admiring the mark.
“Now perfect.”

He smoothed the fabric back down — quick, casual, like he’d just fixed her strap.

“Now go out there,” he said. “Cover my honor.”

He opened the door — no pause, no chance to argue.

Vani stumbled back into the living room — legs unsteady, breath short.
The bite throbbed under the dress — hot, secret, undeniable.

Aadhil followed — arm sliding around her waist again.



Back in the crowd, the air had thickened — laughter louder, drinks stronger, the scent of salt and perfume mingling with the faint coconut oil from someone’s skin.

Aadhil walked Vani back into the center of the room — his arm dbangd low around her waist, fingers resting possessively just above the curve of her hip.

He stopped in the middle of the loose circle of guests and raised his voice, warm but commanding.
“Ladies and gentlemen… meet my lover.”

A ripple of approval rolled through the group — glasses lifted, a few whistles, a low chorus of “Finally!” and “About time!”

Vani felt every pair of eyes land on her — appraising, amused, curious. Her skin prickled under the midnight-blue fabric. The bite mark on her breast throbbed faintly beneath the thin strap, a secret brand she could still feel pulsing.

Aadhil turned to her — eyes dark, smile slow.
The crowd picked up the cue instantly.


“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

The chant started soft, then swelled — rhythmic, teasing, insistent.
Vani’s breath caught. She looked up at him — half-question, half-warning.
Aadhil’s hand slid up her back — steady, reassuring — cradling the nape of her neck.
He leaned in slowly — giving her one long second to pull away if she wanted.

She didn’t.

Their lips met — soft at first, almost tentative, like the first brush of a secret.
The crowd cheered louder.

Aadhil deepened the kiss — tilting her head gently, tongue slipping past her lips, tasting the champagne she’d drunk earlier.

Vani froze for a heartbeat — body stiff, mind screaming this is too much, too public — then something inside her gave way.

She leaned in — parted her lips wider, let her tongue meet his, let her hands slide up his chest to grip his shirt.

The kiss turned hungry — wet, slow, deliberate.

One of her hands drifted to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair.
The crowd whooped — glasses clinking, someone whistled sharply.
When they finally parted — both breathing harder — Aadhil rested his forehead against hers for a second, smiling.

“Good girl,” he whispered — so low only she heard.

Vani’s cheeks burned. Her lips felt swollen, tingling.
The crowd didn’t let the moment linger.

The group naturally split — men drifting toward the bar and cigars, women clustering near the low couches and the open balcony doors.

Two women peeled away from the group and approached Vani — Aadhil’s “ex” circle, elegant, sharp-eyed, smiling like they already knew everything.

“So…” the taller one said, voice silky, “you’re the new one.”
Vani swallowed — remembering Aadhil’s script.
“Yes.”

The shorter one tilted her head — “Tell us… his size?”
Vani’s face flamed, but she forced her voice steady.
“Longer… than it could fit in my mouth.”

Both women laughed — genuine, approving.
“Moles?” the tall one asked.
“Few… on his penis.”

“And his favorite position?” the shorter one pressed, eyes glinting.
Vani — voice steadier now — “Missionary….”
They exchanged a look — satisfied.

The taller one leaned closer — conspiratorial.
“You’re good. He marked you already?”

Vani hesitated — then lifted the thin strap of her maxi just enough to show the fresh bite mark on the swell of her breast — red, indented, unmistakable.

The women smiled — slow, approving.
“Welcome to the club.”

They drifted away — leaving Vani standing alone for a moment, pulse loud in her ears.
Hours slipped by.

The guest house turned hotter — music lower, lights dimmer, inhibitions melting.
Couples kissed openly — some pressed against walls, others disappearing into darker corners.

Hands roamed under dresses, shirts unbuttoned, soft moans blending with the crash of waves outside.
Aadhil found Vani again — took her hand without asking.

“We need to play around,” he said — voice low, casual.
Vani — voice small — “No… just an act.”
He smiled — “Just an act.”

He led her back into the bedroom — the same one with the tinted glass.
The windows let shapes be seen from outside — silhouettes moving, bodies close — but nothing clear.
He closed the door — locked it.
Turned to her.

“Just make out noises,” he said, voice low and steady, eyes locked on hers. “This is the glass window — let’s enact like we’re making love. Shapes visible, nothing clear. They’ll see us moving, hear us… but not the details.”
Vani’s heart hammered against her ribs — loud enough she was sure he could feel it.

“Okay…” she whispered, the word barely leaving her lips.
But before she could finish the word — before she could even draw the next breath — Aadhil was already peeling off his shirt.

The linen slid over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the lean, hard lines of his torso — muscles defined from hours in private gyms, skin tanned and smooth.

Naked in seconds — trousers dropped, boxers following.
He stood before her — fully bare, body sculpted, hardness proud and thick, curving slightly upward, already glistening at the tip.



Vani shocked asked you said its just an act..?

Aadhil said.. yes this is shady glass they should see my naked form for believability.. Your back with panties wont be an issue....Hope its okay with you we are adults right ?

He winked — playful, confident, dangerous.
Before she could react — before her mind could catch up — his hands were on her maxi straps.

Fingers hooked under the thin spaghetti straps.

The fabric slid down her body in one smooth motion — slow enough to feel like a caress, fast enough to leave her breathless.

It pooled at her feet — midnight blue against the pale marble floor.
She stood in only her lace panties — black, delicate, already damp.
Arms instinctively crossing over her breasts — protecting, hiding.
Aadhil stepped close — heat radiating from his skin.
He didn’t speak.

Just kissed her again — real, deep, tongue claiming, tasting champagne and surrender.

His hand slipped between her thighs — fingers brushing over the lace, slow, deliberate circles.

Vani’s knees weakened — a soft whimper escaped into his mouth.


She realised its no more an act an calculated move from Aadhil...

He felt her wetness — smiled against her lips.
Pulled back just enough to whisper.

"You’re ready for me."
He hooked his fingers in her panties — slid them down her legs.
She stepped out — trembling, exposed.

He lifted her — arms strong under her thighs and back — carried her to the bed like she weighed nothing.
Laid her down — gentle, reverent.

Spread her legs — slowly, eyes never leaving hers.
Kissed her neck — soft, then harder, teeth grazing.
Collarbone — tongue tracing the line.

Down to the bite mark — tongue circling it, making her shiver.

Then lower — kissing her stomach, her hips, the soft skin of her inner thighs.
Vani’s hands fisted the sheets — breath ragged, body arching toward him.

He settled between her thighs — kissed the inside of each — teasing, lingering.
Then his mouth found her — tongue slow, deliberate, circling her clit with perfect pressure.
Vani arched — "Aadhil…"

He licked — long, flat strokes, then focused suction.

She moaned — hips lifting, chasing more.

He slid two fingers inside — curled them, stroking that spot deep within.
She came — sudden, sharp, crying out, body shaking.

He didn’t stop — kept licking through the aftershocks, drawing it out until she was trembling, oversensitive.
When she finally relaxed — gasping, flushed — he rose over her.

Cock hard, thick, glistening with her arousal and his own.

He positioned himself — rubbed the head against her entrance, teasing, coating himself.
“Look at me,” he said — voice rough.

Vani’s eyes fluttered open — met his, dark with desire.
He pushed in — slow, inch by inch.

Vani gasped — hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in.
Fullness — stretch — heat overwhelming.

He paused when fully inside — letting her adjust, forehead against hers.
"Breathe..."

Then began to move — slow, deep thrusts, hips rolling, letting her feel every ridge, every vein.
Vani wrapped her legs around him — pulling him closer, heels pressing into his back.

He fucked her steadily — building rhythm, skin slapping softly.
She moaned — "Harder…"

He obliged — hips snapping, bed creaking softly.
She came again — walls fluttering around him, body arching.

He followed — deep, groaning against her neck, release hot and pulsing.
She surrendered completely...

Aadhil — stroking her hair — “Welcome to the real world, Vani.”

Vani — smiling, conflicted, voice small — “those papers are real? are trick to get me”
Aadhil looked at her eyes for a moment

She had surrendered — not tricked, not forced — but tempted beyond resistance.
For the money.
For the power.
For the ladder she had always wanted.

And Aadhil knew — she would keep climbing.

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Chapter 57 – The Trick & The Training



Aadhil leaned back in the leather armchair of his penthouse — phone to his ear, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.


The city lights twinkled below, but his mind was on the beach house, on Vani's surrender.
He called Rohan — voice low, triumphant.
"Brother... I finally fucked Vani. She's ours now."
Rohan — on the other end, in his study — laughed softly.


"Details?"
Aadhil — "The rehearsal turned real. Gave her the document — 30 lakhs bait. She bit hard. The ex 'test' worked like charm. Then in the bedroom... 'just an act' through the glass. She was wet before I even touched her. Tricked her into dropping the maxi, then... full surrender. Came twice. She's hooked on the power now."


Rohan chuckled — deep, amused.
"We tricked these married ladies good. Nivi thinks she's calling the shots... but she's playing my long game."


Aadhil — "How's that going?"
Rohan — "Tough. Taking Nivi into this adultery world... I had to play slow. Invested lakhs in her business, her trust. Glad she's brilliant in real life — she's earning better for me now. She thinks she's in control... but every step, she's deeper."


Aadhil — "Same here. But Vani's not as sharp. She has spark in business, but every money move... I don't think it's worth it long-term."


Rohan intervened — "Don't forget our goal. What we've been trying for years... even if one isn't ready, the other can be utilized. We need one for the long haul. But we cant be sure who takes the bait if Nivi takes we can be assured of good fun"


Aadhil — understandingly — "Yes... then I won't bother much. She said yes — I'll keep her on the line."


Rohan — "Good. I'll earn the money through Nivi. Tomorrow, take Vani away again. Engineer informed me — next week Prem planned the house opening ceremony. I need to get her trained in anal. Without that, our intention won't get fulfilled."


Aadhil — "Okay. Anal for the DP?"
Rohan — "Exactly. She's close — just need to push."
They hung up — brothers in scheme.


The Next Day Morning
Prem sat in his office — staring at his phone, Vani's last vague update: "All normal."
He decided to ignore Vani as a mole.
He suspected something — even feared what if Vani was already aligned with them.
He didn't want to make Nitin panic — the guy was too loyal, too invested now.
He decided to recall and reassess everything from the start.
The funds that came in through Rohan — the first steps, the accounts.
He started digging deeper — spreadsheets open, old emails pulled up.
He was sure Rohan had been manipulating them for a long time — but the goal was unclear.
It's not a simple extra-marital affair — a longer route? Why a person who is capable of so much in business need to be a partner of Nivi?
Something didn't feel right.
He went to his auditor — a small, cluttered office downtown.
Explained the situation (hiding about Nivi or potential affair) — "I distrust Rohan. Decided to dig deeper. Check the funds, the partnerships."
The auditor — glasses perched on nose — pored over the files.



Earlier that day.. Aadhil took Vani to a place where she is currently sucking Aadhil cock in a private jet..



Same time at 
Rohan’s Pentahuose.. Prem’s bedroom


Nivi came out of bathroom.. They already finished their first round…
Nivi sat on the edge of the bed, still flushed from their earlier round, towel loosely wrapped around her body.
Rohan stood in front of her — naked, unhurried, cock already half-hard again.


"New lesson today," he said, voice low, eyes dark with intent.
Nivi tilted her head — curious but wary.
"What?"


"Anal fucking."


Nivi’s eyes widened — she sat up straighter, arms crossing over her chest instinctively.
"No... it's too much."


Rohan stepped closer — gentle, not aggressive.
"Just try. I’ll go slow."


She shook her head — voice firm.
"I said no. It would hurt... I don’t feel like doing it."


He sat beside her — hand resting lightly on her knee.
"Please... just try. For me. It’s important."


Nivi looked away — tired, a little irritated, Why you call it important?
& "Why today? Usually you stop when I say no."


Rohan leaned in — kissed her shoulder softly.
"Because I want it. And I know you can take it. Trust me."
She sighed — conflicted.


"I... I don't know. It scares me."


He traced a finger along her arm — soothing.
"We'll use lube. Lots of it. It'll make it easier. I promise, if it's too much, we stop."
Nivi bit her lip — glancing at him.


"You promise?"


He nodded — "Absolutely."
She exhaled — slow, reluctant.


"Okay... but slow. Really slow."
He smiled — kissed her lips softly.
"Good girl."


He reached for the bottle on the nightstand — clear, thick lubricant.
Squirted a generous amount onto his fingers.


"Turn over, baby. On your knees."
Nivi hesitated — her hands fidgeting with the towel.
"Rohan... I'm not sure."


He cupped her face — "We can stop anytime. But let's try. For us."
She nodded — conflicted, but trusting.


Dropped the towel — got on all fours, face buried in the pillow, ass raised.
Rohan knelt behind her — one hand on her hip, the other slick with lube.
He rubbed it over her tight entrance — slow circles, gentle pressure.
Nivi tensed — "Easy..."


"Just relaxing you," he whispered.
Pushed one finger in — slow, careful.
She gasped — "Ah... slow..."


He paused — "Breathe in... out."
She did — ragged breaths.
He moved the finger — in and out, slow.


Added a second — scissoring gently, stretching.
Nivi whimpered — "It’s too much..."
Rohan — voice soothing — "You're doing good. Relax your muscles."
He withdrew his fingers — slicked his cock generously.
Positioned himself — tip pressed against her.


"Ready?"
Nivi — voice small — "Just... go slow."
He pushed in — inch by inch, slow, deliberate.
Nivi cried out — pain sharp, burning.
"Stop... Rohan, stop..."


He paused — halfway in.
"Deep breaths. It’ll ease."
She breathed — ragged.


"Okay... continue... but slow."


He sank deeper — fully inside.
Nivi — "Oh god... it’s so full..."


He stayed still — hand rubbing her back.
"See? You're taking it. Good right."


She nodded — conflicted, pain mixing with strange fullness.
He started moving — slow thrusts, shallow at first.


Nivi — "It hurts... but..."
He picked up pace — deeper, steadier.
She moaned — pain easing into something else.


He made her bend lower — chest to the bed, ass higher.
Unusual position — deeper angle.


"Rohan... this is... too deep."


He — "It's important for pleasure especially for men… Anal fuck is something I wanted. You can take it."
She — tired, irritated, but allowing — "Okay... just ..."


He thrust harder — hand grabbing her hair gently.
Pulled her head back — arched her more.




She gasped — "Slow down... I'm tired..."
He didn't — hips snapping, brutal now.


The pain flared again — but pleasure threaded through it.
Nivi — irritated, voice breaking — "Rohan... it's too much..."


He leaned down — whispered — "Trust me. You like it."
She closed her eyes — allowed him, body surrendering.


A call came from unknown number display some name.. Rohan saw it but he cut it down.. 
Another ring he put it in silent and throwed away… while his penis doing digging in her ass.


He fucked her brutally — hips slamming, hand on her back pressing her down.



She came — unexpected, clenching around him, a mix of pain and ecstasy.
He followed — deep inside. They done their first Anal….
Rohan — "See? You liked it at the end."
Nivi — "It hurt... but yes."




Cut to auditor office — 

Auditor said the funds are clean...


After hours — "The funds are clean. It has to be treated by profit-principal ratio. Just allocate shares of the company to the principal. Until it accumulates, once it gets filled, you can repay it. That way, the company will be fully yours. He can't claim it."

Prem hugged him — "Thank you!"

He came out happily — everything now secured. Just a sign away from Rohan and Nivi.
That is when a call came from college — Aara fell down.


They initially contacted Nivi but she didn't attend the phone.
Prem panicked — "I'm coming."


Back in house..

The sudden and new fuck position really ached her that she could not walk for a moment.
She found her mobile and saw missed calls.. 

Suddenly prem calls come in..

Rohan gets aroused again, looking at screen.. He grabbed phone put aside and pushed her on bed.. 

He started ucked her again in ass, she now like a trained slut, stood in her position on four in bed…  his hand grabbing her neck kissing her neck and cheek while his penis deep into ass.

Prem cut the call after back to back call goes unanswered… and he sent a text: Aara fell down.


Rohan didn't leave her... she closed her eyes in ecstasy which made her not to see screen.



After the fuck... she noticed and panicked.


She quickly dressed and informed Rohan who accompanied her to college.
But when she reached there Prem already took Aara and went.
She sobbed for being bad mother.


Rohan realized he overdone in a crucial time that is when he and Aadhil are close to their goal.
He quickly consoled her and said don't worry if you got to house in this condition everyone will doubt.


He took her to his guest house and wiped herself made her decent enough to appear and got back home.
When she enters house Prem didn't question she just said we went to meet Mr Aadhil and got stuck.


Prem asked who is Aadhil? He is our new client... your friend's wife Vani works for him as portfolio manager.
Prem looked convinced he didn't want to talk more.

He said it doesn't matter if you don't take care of me, but don't forget Aara.


She went and spent time with Aara... she realized ever since she got the freedom she wanted she forgot her own child.


For almost two days Nivi could not bear whatever happened.
Rohan gave her time to recover... he hugged her, asked her to vent out anger, cry.
The progress they made quickly came to halt.


Rohan needs something else to restart the fire.

That is when Prem announced... ceremony for house warming in 2 days... you can invite as many as you want he said... and I'm visiting house tomorrow for final check if you guys want just join me.


Rohan decided to use this opportunity...

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Chapter 58 – A quickie Before the Ceremony


The morning sun slanted across the half-finished compound walls as three cars rolled in one after another from the city.

Prem’s black SUV arrived first — he parked closest to the main gate, stepped out in a crisp white shirt and trousers, phone already in hand.

Nivi and Rohan came next in Rohan’s sleek grey sedan — tinted windows, quiet engine. Rohan parked a respectful distance away.

They stepped out together — Nivi in a simple cream saree with a thin gold border, Rohan in dark jeans and a fitted navy polo.

Prem glanced over — gave a small nod.

“Everything ready?” he asked the engineer who was already waiting near the entrance.
The engineer — mid-40s, clipboard in hand — nodded quickly.

“Yes, sir. Just a few final touches inside. Let’s walk through.”

The trio moved together — Prem leading, Nivi close by his side, Rohan trailing a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the structure.

They walked through the foyer — marble floors still half-laid, high ceilings with exposed beams, sunlight pouring through large windows.

Nivi stayed near Prem — touching his arm occasionally, asking small questions about the lighting, the paint shade, the placement of furniture.

She played the perfect wife — attentive, soft-spoken, smiling at his answers.

Rohan maintained distance — commenting only when spoken to, voice calm and professional.
They climbed the stairs — polished wood, wide landing.
Reached the upper floor — master bedroom still under finishing, balcony doors open to the sea view.
Prem stepped out onto the balcony — signal weak inside.
A client call came.
“Excuse me,” he said, frowning at the screen. “I’ll take this downstairs. Better reception.”
Nivi — “Okay. We’ll wait here.”
Prem disappeared down the stairs — voice already low, professional.
The moment his footsteps faded, Rohan turned to Nivi.
“Come with me,” he said quietly. “I want to show you something.”
Nivi hesitated — glanced toward the staircase.

“Rohan… he’ll be back soon.”

“Just a minute,” he said, hand brushing her elbow. “Upstairs.”

She followed — reluctant, but curious.

They climbed a smaller staircase — narrow, leading to a storage loft.

A blind spot — high ceiling, no windows facing the driveway, sound muffled by thick walls.
Rohan stopped — turned to her.

“See?” he whispered. “You can see your husband from here.”

He pointed through a small gap in the railing — Prem visible far below on the phone, pacing near the car.
“But he can’t see us.”

Nivi’s breath hitched.
“Rohan…”

Before she could finish — he hugged her from behind — arms around her waist, chest pressed to her back.
His hardness nudged against her saree-covered ass.
She stiffened.

“Rohan… no. Not here.”
He kissed the side of her neck — slow, warm.
“Just a quick one. Thrilling, isn’t it?”

She tried to step away — but his arms tightened.
“I said no.”

He lifted the pleats of her saree — fabric rustling softly — hand sliding between her thighs.
She gasped — “Stop… someone might hear.”

“No one will,” he murmured against her ear. “And you’re already wet.”
He placed his cock against her — tip brushing her entrance through her panties.
She froze — body betraying her with a small shiver.

A sudden kiss — deep, possessive — silenced her protest.
She melted — just a little.

He tugged her panties aside — pushed in — slow, deep.
Nivi moaned — low, muffled against his shoulder.
He thrust — steady, controlled.
Her breath came fast — shaky.

“Rohan… he’s right there…”
“That’s the thrill,” he whispered. “Your husband on the phone… while I’m inside you.”
She came — sudden, sharp, biting her lip to stay quiet.

He followed — deep, hot.
They stood there — panting, bodies pressed.
Nivi pulled away — quickly adjusted her saree, face flushed.

Before prem arrive she quickly cleaned her while Rohan went down to hall.




After Prem said he is on way to meet a client.. Rohan and Nivi went back to office in Rohan's Mercedes... 

Nivi spoke...


“You’re too much,” she said — voice trembling. “You’re doing it while Prem is around.”

Rohan smiled.

“Remember our deal? Making him a cuckold… once. Consider these as training...

Nivi shook her head — firm.

“No, Rohan. I’m not ready for it. Ask me anything else — but this… I won’t agree.”

Rohan tilted his head — eyes narrowing slightly.

“Are you sure? I can ask anything?”

Nivi — without thinking — “Yes.”
He stepped closer — voice soft.

“Then you should allow me in my other sexual wishes.”


Yes.. Nivi said.. It's better than getting caught by my husband. I don't want an affair that pushes him to know .. I really had no intention to do it before him.. Just for your fantasy I'm playing along she said..


Rohan added one more thing about Aadhil..
Nivi blinked — caught.
“What?”


Rohan — “Aadhil has been helping us. Protecting our secrets. Maybe we should give him extra revenue for that.”
Nivi: extra money in company shares.


Rohan: Maybe?!!
Nivi — “Why can’t you speak to him?” He is your friend right?
Rohan — “No. He likes to speak with you. He’s our friend, right? Invite him over the phone today. For the ceremony.. Just make a deal..  I sent his number.”



Nivi — conflicted — “Okay… but give me some time. For our affair.. See just 2 days before we made a big mistake.. That almost blew my cover…and pushed  me to guilt.  I need to clearly draw lines between our needs, family, and business. A little more careful.”


Rohan — smiling — “I’m all in. Just don’t sacrifice me for other duties.”

Nivi — fake anger — slapped his arm lightly, then kissed his cheek. I wont leave you don't worry.. After all, it's you who brings out the best in me and what I want… 

He laughed — started driving back.

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Chapter 59 – The Ceremony & Aadhil's Tease on Nivi


The ceremony day arrived — a bright, breezy morning, the new house gleaming under the sun like a jewel on the hill.
Nivi and Prem stood at the gate — welcoming everyone: friends, families, distant relatives.

Nivi in a vibrant red saree with gold embroidery, hair pinned with jasmine flowers, smiling graciously.
Prem in a traditional silk shirt and dhoti, shaking hands, hugging old friends.

The driveway filled with cars — music from the pandal drifting, priests chanting faintly.
Rohan arrived first — costly wine bottle in one hand, a velvet box with a gold set of rings for the couple in the other.
"Congratulations," he said, handing them over with a warm smile.

Prem took it — "Thank you, Rohan. Means a lot."
Nivi hugged him lightly — "Beautiful gift."

Vani and Nitin came next — Vani in a simple green salwar, Nitin carrying a silver lamp as gift.
Vani hugged Nivi — "Happy for you both."

Nitin shook Prem's hand — "Great house."
Nivi and Prem gave every one a tour around the house — groups of 4-5, showing the grand living room, the kitchen with marble counters, the balcony views.

Rohan stayed with Prem in a calculated way — chatting about business, keeping him occupied.
3 hours slowly passed — every guest faded majorly, many went to have breakfast arranged at the backside tent — idlis, dosas, fresh coffee.
Aadhil came in then — sleek Mercedes pulling up.

Prem welcomed him — "You must be Aadhil? Rohan mentioned."
Rohan stepped forward — introduced him.
"He's our latest client at the company."

Prem — "Welcome. Glad you could make it."
Aadhil shook hands — charming smile.
"Happy to be here."

Rohan immediately asked Nivi — "Can you take Aadhil on a tour of the house?"
Nivi — "Sure."

Rohan said he will look at guests at the door and asked Prem to check people at the back if they are getting served right.
Prem nodded — headed to the tent.

Rohan winked at Aadhil — Aadhil winked back.

Prem went to the back and realized that Aadhil's name he had heard somewhere...

A guest arrived — the manager from the big client Prem had once boasted to Nivi (the boast that pushed her toward Rohan in the bangalore chapters, though still hidden from Prem).


Back Inside the House – Nivi & Aadhil's Tour

Nivi led Aadhil through the ground floor — showing each room, explaining the materials: Italian marble in the hall, teak wood doors, imported tiles in the kitchen.

Aadhil nodded — interested, but eyes on her more than the house.
They went upstairs — no one there, guests all downstairs or outside.

They entered a bedroom — Nivi pointing out the custom wardrobe, the balcony view.

"This room has the best light — we used teak for the frames, and the curtains are silk from..."

Aadhil interrupted — smile playful.

"Sister-in-law... I'm disappointed how you welcomed me."
Nivi — confused — "Sorry, what went wrong?"

"That non-negotiable hug? You forgot it."
Nivi laughed — light, but nervous.

"I forget... and it's not the moment. Everyone is here."

Aadhil quickly went out — looked around the hallway, saw no one.
Came back — locked the door quietly.

Nivi stunned — "What are you doing, Aadhil? Someone will misunderstand."
"I won't leave here without a hug."

She — "Give me one reason why I should give it."

Aadhil — "I have been servicing my penis into a hole which I don't like just for you."

Nivi's face shrank — shocked, angry.

"Behave, Aadhil. If Rohan hears this, he won't spare you."

Aadhil — "Wait, who is your husband? Prem or Rohan?"
That's it — Nivi lost her temper.

"I'm leaving," she said, heading for the door.

Aadhil — "Relax, sister-in-law... I just joked. Sorry, I'm sorry if its hurt you. Just it's my way of joking going bad." Reason why i have less friends

Nivi took a breathe.. she decided to excuse him..

She — "Your joke is insensitive."

Aadhil — "Im aware but helpless. but  I'm serious — what i said about Vani is true.. i dont ike her.. 

and you don't trust Vani. She behaves like a morally bounded person... 

I had to do a lot to shut her mouth. Last week when Aara fell down... she had informed Prem that you didn't inform her about going out. Even after I get her on bed... I could not shut her mouth. It's hectic, you know."


Nivi got her seriousness back — "What?"

Aadhil said yes.  Vani has been constantly looking into money.. she would tell if someone offers big.. he showed how he paid 30 lakh deal to keep her shut

Nivi understand too much money wasted to secure her secret.. she was glad thankful but the very first meet aadhil seemed to cross a lot boundary.. yet she decided to be friendly.. just for his efforts. 

Aadil continued and i hate her she didnt look good enough for me.. she didnt come into my beauty standaard. look at you.. just tell me yes i will give all my assets to you..

Nivi blushed and laughed

Aadhil aah its more sex y when you laugh... i now know Rohan is fully into you...

Nivi — "Thanks."

Aadhil — "Just thanks?"

Nivi's face blushed again.

"Okay... quickly give a hug."
Aadhil — "No. If I got it right away, I would have taken it. Now after all your warnings, ill treatments... I need more."

"More?" Nivi asked.

Aadhil — "Yes. You looked sexy in person... at least let my skin get a taste of your lips."
Nivi — "What... just on cheek? Maybe... no," she said.

"Then I'm leaving."
Nivi — "Only hug."

He didn't move — pleaded.

"Just allow this," he said in pleading way. "Just once... I won't tell Rohan and you too don't tell him."
Nivi — conflicted — "Okay."
Aadhil smiled — came near her.

He hugged her tight — her breasts crushed against his chest.
He — "Wow, what a breast you have."

"Chii," she broke the hug — angry.
Aadhil smiled — "Okay, the kiss."

He showed his cheek.
She came to kiss — he suddenly turned his face.
unexpectedly their lips touched — he locked it.

A straight 5 mins lip to lip kiss... he tasted her tongue. she hesitated but he did some trick she was not sure she was responding...

After 5 mins he broke kiss and said.. "I can't resist your beauty — if you want to blame someone for the kiss... blame your beauty."

Nivi who was shocked blushed.. "What is he..."

Before she say something he opened the door.. and said "Let's move on to next, bhabhi," he winked.

Nivi touched her lips.. felt something odd.

She looked at mirror — corrected soon and went out.

The Manager's Conversation

The manager who was speaking with Prem found a car.. he said "Is that Aadhil sir's?"
He said yes.. "Wow our MD came here?"
Prem stunned. "What your MD?"

"Yeah he asked us to allocate a project back in Bangalore.."
Something doesn't add.. he further said Aadhil from Kerala and see his car registration in Kerala..

Somewhere Kerala and Rohan connection was already super solid..
He decided to check on them as he entered he saw Rohan and Aadhil speaking while.. Vani and Nivi getting the drum filled with water..

The unease and new doubt popped with Prem, he decided to pursue every detail from the bottom.

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Chapter 60 – The New Home & The Hidden Truths


That night during dinner, the dining room of the new house glowed softly under warm pendant lights. The long teak table was covered with simple home-cooked food — sambar, rasam, poriyal, curd rice, and a large bowl of fresh payasam. The air smelled of curry leaves, ghee, and the faint sea breeze drifting through the open windows.

Vani and Nitin were still present — invited to stay for the evening as a gesture of goodwill.
Prem sat at the head of the table — calm, composed, but his eyes carried a quiet weight.

Nivi sat beside him — feeding Aara small spoonfuls of rice, pretending full attention on the child, though her mind was elsewhere.
Nitin sat opposite — relaxed, chatting lightly about the house's design.

Vani — beside him — was stealing glances around the room: the high ceilings, the imported chandeliers, the marble floor that reflected the light like water.

Prem cleared his throat — voice steady.

"Nitin... you have been a pillar to me these past months. The company is in good hands with you."
Nitin smiled — humble.
"Thank you, da. Just doing my part."

Prem leaned forward slightly.

"I have some things to address... new business matters. I may need to step away for a few days — maybe more. In the meantime, you should take care of the company. And..." He paused, glancing at Nivi, then back at Nitin. "...in between, you should shift your belongings here."
Nitin blinked — surprised.

"What? Company is fine, but shifting...?"

Prem — calm, measured — "Until I build a new home, a friend — Rohan — helped me with a place in his house. I'm doing it for my another friend."

He looked at Nivi again — who kept her eyes on Aara, spoon paused mid-air.

Nivi was confused such a big descision why cant he inform me or discuss me am i too low in his eyes or unimportant... its is this behavior im navigating more towards Rohan.. she said to herself.

She also panicked of Aadhil warning dont trust Vani...

Prem Continued..

"You too will soon build an empire... even though if not that case... I have all rights to ask you to be here."
Nitin looked at Vani — searching her face.

Vani — who had been mesmerized by the house's beauty all evening — met his eyes for a second, then looked away.
She spoke softly.
"Okay."

Prem nodded — satisfied.

In his mind, he had already decided: he would visit Kerala to find the truth. Start from Rohan's married partner — not directly. He could get information around, quietly. Until then, he would make Nitin stay here. He would take care of the home and the company — and Prem could watch everything closely.

Vani and Nitin went back to their home while Nivi and Prem slept in tiered... 

Next Day – Shifting

Prem and Nitin shifted all their belongings from their respective houses — boxes of clothes, Aara's toys, kitchen items, books, small furniture pieces.

Nivi helped — directing where things should go, smiling at Aara's excitement.

But when she went to lock her old room at Rohan's penthouse one last time, she paused.

The bed — where her sexual awakening had happened.

The bathroom mirror — where she had fixed her saree after quick, risky fucks.
She touched the doorframe — a quiet ache in her chest.

Rohan appeared behind her — silent, sudden.
He pulled her in — quick, deep kiss.

"Go ahead, darling," he whispered against her lips. "I won't leave you. Remember the secret paths and places. I'll knock on your door and fuck your cunt... just wait for me."

Nivi kissed him back — soft, lingering.

"Thanks for all," she said, voice small. "I won't forget this place."

Before Prem could arrive, they dispersed — Nivi back to the new house, Rohan to his office.

The New Home Settled

Nitin, Prem, Vani, and Nivi took time to arrange everything — boxes opened, clothes folded, Aara's room set up with toys and a small bed.
To take care of Aara, they appointed a new caretaker — Rohan had sent her. A quiet, efficient woman in her 40s. Their secret would be maintained — even if it continued here.

That Night – Bed
Nivi lay beside Prem — lights off, Aara asleep in the next room.
She stared at the ceiling — suddenly Aadhil's kiss flashed in her mind.

The way he turned his cheek into her lips.
The 5-minute lock — tongue tasting hers.
The whispered "blame your beauty."

She felt a flush — guilt, arousal, confusion.
She decided to tell Rohan tomorrow. She felt like disgusting allowing another man other than Husband and rohan to touch her.. she is not sure how Rohan will take it..she feared if they will have a fight...

Prem — on the other side — lay awake too.

He had already packed a small bag — clothes, laptop, documents.
Tomorrow he would leave for Kerala.

Start from Rohan;s wife... Aadhil — quietly. Ask around. Dig into the connections.
He closed his eyes — mind racing.

The house was secure.
But something still felt wrong.

And Nivi — beside him — touched her lips in the dark, remembering a kiss that wasn't her husband's.
The ceremony had ended a day back.
But the real game was just beginning.

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Chapter 61 – The Confession & The Exposure

Next Morning – Prem Leaves for the Trip

Prem stood at the door with a small duffel bag slung over his shoulder — passport, laptop, a few changes of clothes, and a notebook full of questions about Aadhil and Rohan.

Nivi stood in the foyer — arms folded loosely, Aara asleep upstairs.
He turned to her — voice calm, almost gentle.
“I’m going for a business trip. Kerala. Few days… maybe a week.”
Nivi nodded — expression neutral.

“Okay. Take care. Call when you land.”
Prem looked at her for a second longer — searching her face.
“You too. Take care of Aara. And… yourself.”
She gave a small smile — “I will.”

He kissed her forehead — brief, habitual.
Then he was gone — car headlights sweeping across the gate as he drove away.

Nivi closed the door — leaned against it for a moment.
Her chest felt tight.

She wasn’t sure why she felt this way — a strange hollow ache, like something was slipping out of her hands.
She walked upstairs — checked on Aara — then sat on the edge of the new bed in their bedroom.
Stared at the ceiling.

What had happened to her?
Why was she so obsessed with sex these days?
The secret encounters — quick, risky, thrilling.
The unasked permissions — Rohan taking her whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted.
And Aadhil… that stolen 5-minute kiss, the way he turned his cheek into her lips, the taste of his tongue.
She touched her mouth unconsciously — felt a flush rise.
Is this what she wants?

The danger, the secrecy, the feeling of being wanted so badly that rules don’t matter?
Or is she just… lost?

She decided — at least to one person, she would stay true.
Maybe Rohan.

He had been patient once.
He had built her trust slowly.
He deserved honesty.




The Car Horn

The horn honked outside — sharp, familiar.
Rohan.

Nivi grabbed her dupatta — slipped on sandals — went down.
Rohan leaned against his car — casual black t-shirt, jeans, smile easy.
“Ready?”

She got in — door closed with a soft thud.
He started driving — city lights streaking past.
Silence for a minute.

Then Nivi spoke — voice low.
“Rohan… Aadhil kissed me.”

Rohan glanced at her — no surprise, no anger.
Just a small laugh — soft, amused.
“I know.”

Nivi — startled — “What?”
He kept eyes on the road.
“He told me. Same night.”
Nivi stared at him — “And… you’re not angry?”
Rohan shrugged — “Why would I be?”

She blinked — confused.
“I thought… you would get angry. Fight him. Something.”
Rohan smiled — gentle.


“Relax, Nivi. There’s nothing to get angry about.”


Im not your husband or lover. we are just friends. friends with benefits...

just for this freedom you and me had been wanting for.. and been ditching our partners..  

will you be angry if i get my hands on another women 

no right?

She shake her head in no

He reached over — squeezed her hand briefly.

“It’s your wish. Your body, your sex, your right. I already told you Aadhil is flirty, right?”

If you wish i wont be a hindrance...

Nivi looked down at their joined hands.

“But…its not my wish... he tricked me. Turned the cheek kiss into…”

Rohan — calm — “Tell me honestly — did he force you? Against your wish?”

Nivi hesitated — replayed the moment.
“He… pleaded. Said just once. Said he wouldn’t tell you if I didn’t.”

Rohan nodded — thoughtful.
“So… half consent. He pleaded, you allowed the hug, he converted it to lips. That’s all.”
He glanced at her.

“For me — if i have such half consent like only cheek or chin i will try to fuck you there. surprisingly he stopped with lip kiss.”

Nivi swallowed — voice small.
“I didn’t say he forced me… but…”

Rohan caught her hand again — firm.

“See? It’s perfectly okay. I’ll just tell him you didn’t like it, okay?”
She nodded — relieved, but still unsettled.

Rohan — casual — “Also… you would have liked it with me. Because I was gentle. Took a long time. 

While Aadhil… he’s fast. Sudden. Like a stunt. 

If you look at it sexually… I’m one type of emotion in sex. He’s another type. 

He’s brutal right away. Women generally won’t withstand him.”

Nivi looked at him — eyes searching.

“Last time… when you did in back… I could not withstand.”

Rohan laughed — soft.

“Yeah. That intense he will have from the start.”
Nivi looked at his eyes — something flickering there.
He laughed again — lighter.

“Just be friendly. I’ll talk to him.”


He paused — then added.

“Also… next week. We’re going to Cochin. Me, you, and Aadhil. New client he’s referring.”

Nivi — quiet — “Prem is out of town.”
Rohan smiled — “Good then.”



Same Night – Prem in Cochin

Prem reached Cochin — the place Rohan had planned for next week.
He checked into a mid-range hotel near the business district — anonymous, no questions.
Looked out for leads — old contacts, business registries, a few discreet calls.
Next day — he started digging.


Next Morning – Rohan -Nivi's Office


Aadhil arrived at their office — casual, charming.
“We all going to an important place,” he said.
Vani, Nivi, and Rohan looked unsure.
Then everyone boarded his Mercedes.
They reached the new house.

He braked — turned to them — voice calm.
“Nivi and Vani… yes, I’m in affair with Vani. And Rohan with Nivi.”
Silence — thick, stunned.

Rohan smiled — stepped forward.
“These are duplicate keys we made. One set for you — one for us.”

Rohan even tagged all of them along with them to show the secret paths.. to each other bedrooms.. backyards etc..

He handed them each a keyring — small, discreet.

“We have to cover each other.”

Vani and Nivi were shocked — couldn’t meet each other’s eyes.
Rohan — calm — “Now all is open. We are mature adults. Let’s get back to our own spaces. No discussion.”

He took Nivi’s hand — led her to Prem’s room.

Aadhil took Vani to Nitin’s room.

The rooms remained locked till evening.

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Chapter 62 – The Past Shadows & The Cochin Lead


Rohan and Aadhil slipped out of the new house like shadows — the sun dipping low, casting long silhouettes across the driveway.
They moved quickly — Rohan unlocking his car with a quiet beep, Aadhil sliding into the passenger seat.
Nitin's car wasn't far off — headlights already visible down the road.

They pulled away just in time — gravel crunching under tires, the house shrinking in the rearview mirror.
Inside, Nivi and Vani were left alone — the air heavy with unspoken shame, the moans from earlier still echoing in their minds.
Rohan drove to his penthouse — the city lights flickering on, the drive silent but charged with victory.
They arrived — Rohan pouring two beers from the fridge, handing one to Aadhil.

They clinked bottles — leaning against the kitchen counter.
Rohan laughed first — low, triumphant.
"We are this close to taking them completely."

Aadhil grinned — "Yes... closer than I thought."
Rohan took a sip — eyes gleaming.

"Actually... I never thought we'd groom sluts like them in such a short time period."
Aadhil chuckled — "Me neither. Married women... mothers. But we did it. Patience paid off."
Rohan nodded 

Something reminded Aadhil as his smile faded slightly.

"We have to be patient still. It still sends me shivering when I think about past events... the rage in Vikram's eyes... I could not forget it."
Aadhil's expression darkened — beer paused mid-sip.

"Glad that incident didn't damage us. Hilltop was too close. One wrong move, and we would've been exposed... or worse."
Rohan waved a hand — dismissing.

"Vikram is past. No need to speak about him."

Aadhil leaned forward — voice low, insistent.

"But we have to be careful about Vani and Nivi. They are sharp-minded. If they realize we've tricked them so far... they would turn against us. It's our luck they didn't smell our traps yet."

Rohan set his beer down — serious now.

"Yes... but as you reminded me i could not now consider Vikram as a past. He's still in Cochin, and he's been friends with my wife. If she hears about what happened at hilltop... she will unplug all my links with her father's business empire."

Rohan sighed — rubbing his temple.

"I'm aware. Vikram won't add salt to his own wound. He knows what we did... but he's too broken to speak."
Aadhil nodded — slowly.

"Yes... so what's the next plan?" aadhil asked..
Rohan picked up his beer again — smile returning.

"Nivi is the right candidate for DP. She didn't argue about you when I was traveling with her yesterday. She's opening up."
Rohan — "How about Vani?"

Aadhil — "She's easy. All you need to do is tell her you're much richer than me... she'll spread her legs."
Rohan laughed — "Shit, no... not my type. That's the reason I feel awkward. She's not that challenging."


anyways,...

Rohan — "Okay... I have informed her about the Cochin trip. It's up to you to tune her. For now, I would give her a break... no more sex for 3-4 days until we reach Cochin. Let's take care of Vani when we get success with Nivi."

Aadhil raised his bottle — "Cheers."

They clinked again — the sound echoing in the quiet penthouse.

But the air felt heavier now — Vikram's name hanging like a ghost.

Back in Cochin – Prem's Investigation

Prem visited the college where Rohan had studied — a sprawling campus in kerala, old buildings with red-tiled roofs, students milling under banyan trees.

He had leads — Rohan's batch year, Aadhil's one year junior.
Different departments — Rohan in business management, Aadhil in engineering.

He wondered how they connected.
He went to the alumni office — posed as an old friend looking for contacts.

The clerk — bored, flipping through files — "Rohan... yes, graduated 2005. Good student."
"And Aadhil?" Prem asked casually.

"2006. Engineering. They knew each other, I think."
Prem — "How?"

Clerk shrugged — "Sports, maybe. Let me check the old albums."
She pulled out a dusty photo book — tournament winners.

There — a photo of the basketball match.
Rohan and Aadhil spotted together — arms around each other, grinning, trophies in hand.
Prem's heart skipped.

He enquired about it to the person there — an old coach, sipping tea on the bench.
They said Aadhil is one year junior and Rohan is senior.

"There was a player Madhavan... who was furious. Something happened that made Madhavan quit basketball... people say Rohan and Aadhil played foul with him."

Prem — leaning in — "What happened?"

Coach — vague — "Rumors. A girl involved, maybe. Fight after a party. Madhavan left college soon after. Never heard from him again."
Prem finally thought he got a lead.

The secrets are going to get out?

He pocketed a copy of the photo — mind racing.
Back to the hotel — he stared at it.

Two young men — connected deeper than business.
What foul play?
What girl?

And how does Nivi fit?

The hilltop incident — whatever it was — was key.
Prem decided to find Madhavan.

The truth was closer.
But so was the danger.

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Chapter 63 – The Silence & The Second Kiss | Prem finds Madhavan



The next morning, the new house felt too big, too quiet, too full of yesterday’s echoes.
Vani and Nivi had to ride together in Rohan’s car to the office — Nitin had already left early for a site visit.
They slid into the backseat — Rohan driving, eyes on the road, silent.
Vani sat on the left, Nivi on the right.
They could not see each other’s eyes.


Vani stared out her window — the city blurring past in streaks of grey and green.
Nivi stared at her own hands — folded tightly in her lap, nails digging into her palms.
No one spoke for the first ten minutes.


The only sounds were the low hum of the engine, the occasional honk outside, and the faint click of Rohan’s indicator.


Finally — Rohan broke the silence, voice casual, almost light.
“You two okay back there?”
Nivi — soft, barely audible — “Yes.”
Vani — almost inaudible — “Fine.”


Rohan glanced in the rearview mirror — caught both their reflections for a second.
“Speak as usual,” he said quietly. “Nothing has changed. We’re still the same team.”


Nivi looked at Vani’s profile — the way her jaw was clenched, the way she kept her face turned away.
Vani did the same — stealing a glance at Nivi’s hands.
Their eyes met — for the briefest moment.
No words.


Just a small, pained flicker — mutual shame, mutual betrayal, mutual understanding that nothing would ever be the same.
The car rolled on.


After another stretch of silence, Nivi spoke — voice low, almost to herself.
“How many more days… until Cochin?”
Rohan — “Three more days.”
Nivi nodded — slow.


“Okay… until then… let me stay at your penthouse.”
Rohan laughed — low, surprised, but not mocking.
“Nitin is watching. Don’t risk it.”


Nivi — quieter — “I know. But… I can’t stay here right now. Not with… everything.”
Rohan sighed — thoughtful.
“Tonight. After Nitin sleeps. I’ll pick you up from the back gate. Quietly.”
Nivi — “Thank you.”


Vani finally turned — just enough to glance at Nivi.
Their eyes met again — longer this time.
Still no words.


Just a tiny nod — fragile, almost imperceptible.


Meanwhile – Prem in Kozhikode
Prem had spent the previous day chasing shadows in Ernakulam — college records, old coaches, faded photos.
Now he was in Kozhikode — the address he’d finally pried from a saloon shop owner who remembered Madhavan.
“Shifted here after the incident,” the man had said, wiping his hands on a towel. “Quiet guy. Doesn’t talk much.”
Prem found the small rented house — single-storey, peeling paint, a scooter parked outside.
He knocked.
No answer.
He waited — then knocked again.
A man in his late 30s opened the door — thin, tired eyes, a faint scar on his cheek.
“Madhavan?”
The man tensed — “Who are you?”
Prem — calm — “My name is Prem. I’m looking into something from your college days. Rohan… and Aadhil.”
Madhavan’s face changed — jaw tightening.
“Leave. I don’t talk about them.”
Prem — gentle but firm — “I’m not here to cause trouble. I think they hurt someone close to me too. I just need to know what happened.”
Madhavan stared at him — long, searching.
Then said come tomorrow I have something to work.. 
Prem agreed he said he will come back tomorrow.




Later That Night – Aadhil’s Initiative


Rohan had been the pillar of support for Nivi emotionally ever since the exposure at the housewarming. He never pushed sex — not in those first few days.
Instead, he was there: late-night texts (“You okay?”), Nivi clung to it.
She needed an escape route from the sudden happenings — the open affairs, the duplicate keys, the locked rooms, the sounds she could still hear echoing in her memory. Rohan felt safe. Familiar. The one person who had never judged her fall.
When Nivi expected Rohan to come.. She saw Aadhil coming in from a secret passage..
He slipped through the secret passage Rohan had shown them — a narrow corridor behind the pantry that connected the guest wing to the master bedroom wing, invisible unless you knew where to press the panel.
He found Vani first — in the guest room she shared with Nitin, who was asleep after a long day.
Then Nivi — alone in the master bedroom, Prem still away in Kerala.
Aadhil led both women — silent footsteps — to a small, unused study room on the upper floor. No windows facing the driveway. Thick walls. A single lamp.
He closed the door.
Sat them on the small sofa — one on each end.
Vani and Nivi still couldn’t meet each other’s eyes.
Aadhil spoke first — voice low, calm, no charm.
“Look at each other.”
They did — reluctantly.
Vani’s gaze was guilty, almost pleading.
Nivi’s was hurt, ashamed, but not angry.
Aadhil — “No judgment. Not tonight. We’re all in this now. No one is innocent. No one is the villain. Just… talk.”
Silence stretched — painful.


Vani begins.. Im sorry you took me for better job but i i


Nivi: I did the same we both did what we wanted to..
Vani — “I hate that we’re both here. That we let them…”
Nivi — “We let ourselves.”
Aadhil — gentle — “Exactly. You both chose this — at some point. Even if it started as a forbidden, you stayed. That’s not weakness. That’s wanting something more. Don’t punish each other for it.”



They looked at each other again — longer this time.
The shame didn’t vanish.


But it cooled — just enough.
Vani — “I’m sorry… for not telling you sooner.”
Nivi — “I’m sorry for not seeing it. For being blind.”


Aadhil — “That’s enough. No more apologies tonight.”
Vani stood — voice small.


“Nitin might search for me.”


Aadhil nodded — “Go. We’ll talk more later.”


Vani left — footsteps fading down the secret passage.
Aadhil turned to Nivi — alone now.


“Rohan told me not to bother you,” he said quietly.
Nivi — “That’s okay.”
Aadhil stepped closer — voice softer.
“People always mistake me for my behavior. I mean… I’m open. Wish to be straight.”
Nivi — small smile — “I understand.”
Aadhil — “Did I ask too much last time?”
Nivi — “No… it’s perfectly fine.”


Aadhil looked at her — eyes darkening.
“Then I need one more kiss. Which should be perfectly fine.”


He didn’t wait.


Just leaned in — slow enough for her to pull away.
She didn’t.


Their lips met — soft at first, tentative, like testing a boundary.
Then deeper — his hand sliding to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair.
Nivi’s breath hitched — she kissed back, hesitant, then matching him.


He pressed her gently against the wall — bodies aligning.
The kiss stretched — 10 minutes of slow, deep exploration.
Tongues sliding, tasting, breaths mingling.


His free hand rested on her waist — not grabbing, just holding.
She felt the heat of him — the hardness pressing against her stomach.
He finally broke — lips hovering over hers, voice rough.


“I could not resist you, Nivi… if you wish, I will serve you.”


He stepped back — winked once — and left through the secret passage.
Nivi stood there — alone, breathing hard.
She touched her lips — swollen, tingling.
Amused. Confused. A little aroused.
What had just happened?


She looked at the closed door — heart racing.
The shame hadn’t vanished.
But something else had awakened.


She slipped back to her room — the big house silent around her.
And for the first time in days — she didn’t feel quite so trapped. She is letting herself..

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Chapter 64 – The Truth from Madhavan


Prem arrived back in Kozhikode early — the sun barely up, air still cool and salty from the sea.
He had spent the previous night in a cheap lodge near the bus stand — restless, replaying the college photo, the coach’s vague words, Madhavan’s name.

He walked to the small rented house again — same peeling paint, same scooter outside.
This time, the door was already open.


Madhavan stood on the threshold — arms crossed, face unreadable.
He had been waiting.
Prem stopped a few steps away.
Madhavan spoke first — voice low, tired.
“Let’s not talk here.”


Prem glanced at the door — it had been shut just moments ago by someone inside. A woman’s shadow moved behind the curtain.


Madhavan jerked his head toward the road.
“Park nearby. No one there.”


They walked in silence — five minutes down a quiet lane to a small, empty park. Benches under banyan trees, morning walkers still far off.
Madhavan sat on one end of a bench.
Prem sat on the other — leaving space.
Madhavan looked at him — eyes sharp now.


“So… you’re back. Before we start — tell me who you are. What you want. Why you’re searching for them.”


Prem took a slow breath — the air smelled of wet earth and distant cooking fires.
“My name is Prem. One of my friends sent me. His wife… befriended Rohan. Now it seems Aadhil has joined her too. He doesn’t feel right about it. I’m trying to understand what kind of men they are.”


Madhavan smirked — bitter, knowing.
“They didn’t change even a bit.”
Prem leaned forward.
“Change?”


Madhavan sighed — long, heavy.
“I was the most promising young basketball player in the college. Rohan was in my opposite team. Aadhil was his junior.”


He paused — eyes distant.
“Aadhil and Ashika were in love. Rohan was in love with Lekha. I was in love with Kanmani.”
Prem listened — silent.


“Things were going smooth… until my head got heavy. I was the best player in the entire college. That got me arrogant. After a match my team won, in a heated argument… I said something stupid to Lekha. ‘If his tool is not good, come to me — I can get you wet.’”
Madhavan’s voice cracked slightly.


“It infuriated Rohan. He’s not someone who fights with words. He wanted to attack back.”
Prem — quiet — “And he did.”
Madhavan nodded.
“I started it all. Rohan was like a mentor to Aadhil. Lekha left the stage that moment. She stopped speaking to Rohan.”
He continued — slower.


“Kanmani was studying in the same department as Aadhil. Same class. Rohan — to avenge me — asked Aadhil to pursue Kanmani.”


Rohan asked Aadhil to get her cunt and tell Madhavan that even her girlfriend cunt can get wet…


Prem — “She went along?”


Madhavan — “Kanmani back then… wasn’t stable. She looked for options. I thought it was her fault too. But she used to get money, private trips from Aadhil for other purposes which I will get to know about later.. It hurted me…. Ashika — who loved Aadhil — saw his change and left him. But Aadhil was determined to win against Kanmani. Did all the stunts.”
Prem —  So aadhil goes behind Kanamani…”
Madhavan — Even Rohan… “Rohan was in a different department. Didn’t see the progress from Aadhil…. So he decided to pursue Kanmani himself — following her on the college bus.”


He looked at Prem — eyes hard.
“Kanmani… appreciated both. For some benefits, actually money..both had plenty.”
Prem — “Then?”
Madhavan — “Aadhil convinced her for a bike trip. That’s when he shared a truth — that I was fucking around with other women. 


The biggest truth I only got to know later was… Kanmani took all the money from aadhil and rohan secretly, paying my tuition fees. I didn’t know that. I thought my family paid. 


I was at fault too — I overlooked her love.”


His voice dropped.
“Result… Aadhil convinced her for sex at a hotel. By the time they reached — Rohan had followed them. Unknown to her.”
Prem — “And then?”
Madhavan — “Rohan and Aadhil had chatted. Realized both had spent money on her — and she accepted. In revenge… they decided to teach her a lesson.”


He looked away — voice flat.
“First Aadhil — as per plan — had sex with her. Hours later — mid-sex — Rohan entered. Nude. 


Kanmani was initially panicked.. 


Why did you cheat us both.. Rohan threatened.. 


Kanmani revealed that she did to pay tuition feels to me.. Rohan was soft unlike aadhil.. He felt bad.. He said im sorry you did it for love but he was fucking around other women.. 


But this idiot.. Kanmani — out of revenge — said: ‘Let’s do a video. Let’s show Madhavan how unfit he is.’ She called them for double penetration.”
I have watched videos.. Let's do it.. Any way you came to punish me right.. Now make it a correction, let's all punish him..


The video gets recorded.. While Kanmani's back was filled with Aadhi.. Rohan takes her front entry…
He looked back at Prem — eyes wet again.


“The duo got a taste of it. When all the truth came out… The trio did it many times.. 
I went asked sorry to kanmani 
Kanmani apologized for her action.. 


But they didn't stop approaching kanmani.. This infuriated me. I went to beat them with sticks.. That is when they used their connections… They threatened me to stay quiet. I took Kanmani along with me and came to Kozhikode while they flourished.”


Silence.
Prem — quiet — “Is this the full story?”
Madhavan — “In short… yes.”



Prem — “How do you know they didn’t change? Did they approach any women again?”
Madhavan — “Yes. Ashika. Vikram — who is in Cochin — contacted me eight years back. I don’t think they’ve gone after anyone since… but they haven’t stopped.”


Prem — “I need to stop them. Do you have anything else? Proof?”

Madhavan —  don't expect anything else from me.. We forget all and living happily.. I dont want kanmani to remind me of anything. That's the reason I took you out… 

May be someone else can help you..

Madhavan pulled out his phone — scrolled.
Prem watched — heart pounding.


Madhavan dialled a phone.. The ring goes 


Calling Vikram..

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Chapter 65 – The Call & The Journey



The line rang twice.
Then clicked open.
A deep, familiar voice answered — cautious, guarded.
“Madhavan?”
Madhavan exhaled — smoke from his cigarette curling upward.
“Vikram. It’s me.”
Silence — thick, loaded.


Vikram — finally — “You never call unless it’s bad news.”
Madhavan — quiet — “Sir… looks like they are in action again.”
Vikram’s breath caught — sharp.
“You missed punishing them.”


Madhavan — “This person seemed more fightable. His name is Prem. He came looking for you… for them. He knows something’s wrong with his wife and Rohan. And Aadhil.”
Vikram — low — “Give him my number.”


Madhavan — “Already did. He’s waiting in Cochin.”
Vikram — after a pause — “Good. Tell him I’m out of station. Come back tomorrow. Day after tomorrow — let’s meet in a restaurant and discuss.”


Madhavan — “I will.”
Vikram — softer, almost pained — “Thank you… for not forgetting.”


Madhavan — “I never did.”
The call ended.


Madhavan looked out at the quiet street — the scooter still parked below.
He lit another cigarette.


The past was waking up.


Prem in Cochin – Waiting
Prem sat in his hotel room, He had not gone back to Chennai.
One more day — he told himself.
He needed more.
He needed Vikram.
The phone buzzed — unknown number.
He answered.
“Prem?”
A deep voice — calm, measured.
“Yes.”


“Vikram. Madhavan gave me your number.”


Prem sat up straighter.
“Thank you for calling.”


Vikram — “I’m out of station. Come back Day after tomorrow — let’s meet. There’s a restaurant near the Marine Drive. I’ll send the name. 7 p.m.”
Prem — “I’ll be there.”



The line went dead.


Prem stared at the phone — heart pounding.
He had a meeting. He just needed the full story. To connect dots to prove nivi they are vile mens.. 


Meanwhile – Back at the House
The day passed in uneasy normalcy.
Nivi, Rohan, and Aadhil moved through the hours like actors on a stage — polite smiles, careful distance, no boundaries crossed.


No stolen touches.
No locked doors.
Just the quiet tension of people pretending everything was fine.


Nivi felt the weight of it — every time she passed the study room where Aadhil had kissed her, her stomach twisted.


Vani felt it too — avoiding Nivi’s gaze in the kitchen, keeping conversations short.
Rohan watched them both — calm, patient.


He knew the break was temporary.


Evening – Nivi’s Departure


Evening fell — soft golden light through the windows.
Nivi found Vani in the living room — folding Aara’s laundry.
She stood in the doorway — voice low.


“I’m going for a business meet. Take care of Aara.”
Vani looked up — met her eyes for the first time that day.
“I will. I’ll be in the home.”


A small smile — shared, fragile.
“Aadhil will be traveling with us… it’s actually a true business meet.”
Both laughed — quiet, almost relieved.
Nivi — “That’s the truth.”


She bent — kissed Aara’s forehead.
“Good night, baby.”
Aara — sleepy — “Good night, Amma.”
Nivi left — bag in hand, heart heavy.



The Trio Boards the Mercedes
The Mercedes waited in the driveway — black, sleek, tinted.
Aadhil behind the wheel.
Rohan in the passenger seat.


Nivi slid into the back — alone.
No one spoke for the first few kilometers.


Then Rohan turned slightly — voice calm.
“Three days. Just business… and whatever else comes up.”


Nivi looked out the window — city lights beginning to glow.
She nodded — once.


Prem in Cochin – Awaiting Vikram
Prem sat in the hotel lobby — coffee gone cold, phone in hand.
He had checked in again — same room.


He looked at the basketball team photo — Rohan and Aadhil, young, grinning.


He thought of Nivi — alone in the house with Rohan and Aadhil’s influence still lingering.
He thought of Aara.


He thought of Vikram.
Vikram had just started his journey — would reach by noon tomorrow.


Prem closed his eyes.
The secrets were going to get out.
He just had to survive until then.

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Chapter 66 – The Road to Cochin & The Pool


Exactly 100 km after they left Chennai
The Mercedes hummed along the coastal highway — windows cracked, salty breeze mixing with the faint scent of leather seats and Nivi’s jasmine perfume.
Rohan had pulled over at a quiet roadside dhaba — tea break, stretch legs, breathe.
He returned to the car — slid into the back seat beside Nivi.

She immediately let her head fall onto his shoulder — heavy, trusting, like a weight finally allowed to drop.
Rohan wrapped one arm around her — firm, protective.
She exhaled — long, shaky — the first real breath in days.
Rohan spoke softly — lips near her hair.

“I know how you feel.”
Nivi — muffled against his shirt — “I feel… dirty. Guilty. Like I don’t deserve Aara.”
Rohan tightened his hold.

“The three days ahead are our fortress. No Nitin. No Prem. No pretending. We’ll enjoy, be happy, come back to Chennai fresh. Like a reset. Like we used to have in Bangalore.”
Nivi shifted — buried her face deeper into his chest.
She felt safe.
She felt wanted.

She felt guilty for feeling both.
Her eyes closed.

She slept in his lap the rest of the way — Rohan stroking her hair, Aadhil driving in silence up front.


Early 3 a.m. – Arrival

They reached the place — a luxurious standalone villa, 2 km from the main Cochin coast road, no other buildings in sight.

Private beach access. High walls. Total seclusion.

Whatever happened here — only the trio would know.
Aadhil killed the engine.
Nivi was still asleep — curled against Rohan, breathing slow.
Rohan signaled — Aadhil opened the back door, gently lifted her in his arms.
She stirred — half-conscious — but didn’t wake fully.
Aadhil carried her inside — bridal style — up the curved staircase to the master bedroom overlooking the sea.
He laid her on the king bed — pulled a light blanket over her.
Rohan followed — watched from the doorway.
Aadhil — quiet — “She’s exhausted.”

Rohan — “Let her sleep. Tomorrow we start slow.”

They left her — door half-open.


Early Sunshine – Roof Pool Area


Sunrise painted the sky pink and gold.

Nivi woke slowly — disoriented.
Soft sheets. Ocean sound. No Prem.
She sat up — realized she was still in yesterday’s clothes.
She walked barefoot to the balcony doors — pushed them open.



Rohan and Aadhil were already there — lounging on the rooftop infinity pool deck attached to the bedroom.
Both shirtless — only boxer briefs.
Rohan in black, Aadhil in navy.
They turned — smiled.
“Good morning,” Rohan said.
Aadhil — “Sleep well?”
Nivi — sleepy, shy — “Yes… thank you.”
Rohan gestured to a small table — two tiny fabric piles.
“Paste and sunbath clothes. Fresh up — wear them.”
Nivi looked — two bikinis. One red, one black.

She felt heat rise to her cheeks.
“I… I don’t know.”

Rohan — gentle — “It’s just us. No one else for miles.”
Aadhil — “No pressure. But the sun feels good.” He retired from the place.. giving rohan and nivi a privacy.

Nivi hesitation reduced now — she nodded.
She went back inside — quick shower, brushed teeth.

Came back wearing the black bikini — self-conscious, arms crossed over her chest.
Rohan smiled — approving.

“Beautiful.”

They rested under the sun — towels spread, quiet for a while.

Rohan — after some time — “Why were you hesitant before Aadhil earlier?”

Nivi — soft — “Nothing against him. I just… wish I had better time with you.”

Rohan — “He went through a lot too. I need to step out in a few minutes. Will you be okay like this with him?”
Nivi — “I’ll be friendly. Always.”

Rohan — “Mmm. Let’s get into the pool.”
He pulled her in — water cool, refreshing.

They hugged — bodies slick, weightless.
He kissed her — slow, deep, hands roaming her back.
She melted into it — tension easing.

He swam to the corner — grabbed his phone.

“I’ll call Aadhil here. He’s harmless. After all… you guys already kissed.”
Nivi — quiet — didn’t protest.

Rohan dialed — speaker.

Aadhil answered — “Coming.”

A minute later — Aadhil stepped onto the deck — navy briefs clinging.
Rohan — joking — “You were furious kissing her last time. See? She’s panicking.”
Nivi — playful slap on Rohan’s arm — “Stop.”

Rohan laughed — kissed her forehead.

“We’re all adults. It’s just a joke. Take care of her.”
He climbed out — towel around waist.

Waved — disappeared down the stairs.
Aadhil stretched — arms wide — looked at the sky.
Then walked to the pool edge — slid in smoothly.

He reached Nivi — put his arms around her loosely.

“Don’t worry Rohan. I’ll treat her like my own wife.”

He joked — light.

Nivi — nervous laugh — “He went. Can you take your hand away?”
Aadhil — soft — “Nivi… I don’t know why you feel bad about me.”

Nivi — “Nothing bad. I’m just… not in the mood.”
Aadhil — “But I am.”

He took her hand — guided it slowly inside his briefs.
She froze — but didn’t pull away.
He kissed her — sudden, deep.
Nivi didn’t stop.

Five minutes — tongues sliding, breaths hot.
He broke — eyes dark.

“I hate Vani. You know… I always had an eye on you. To safeguard you, I bedded her.”
Nivi — stunned — said nothing.

Aadhil — “I know you’re in some trouble lately. I’ll give you space. Just consider me when you want to.”
Nivi stayed quiet — but whispered.

“Thank you… for understanding.”
Aadhil — “If you’re understanding… let’s kiss good. Just 10 minutes. No hesitation from you.”

Nivi — didn’t speak.

He came nearer.

They kissed — 16 minutes straight.
Slow. Deep. Hot.

Hands exploring — his on her waist, hers on his chest.
She wasn’t sure why she did it.
But the kiss was fire.

When they broke — both breathing hard.
Aadhil — voice rough — “You taste like freedom.”
Nivi — touched her lips — dazed.

Amused.
Confused.
Alive.
The villa was silent around them.
Only waves.
And possibility.

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Chapter 67 – The Fortress & The Fantasy


The villa’s rooftop pool deck was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon. Nivi and Aadhil had moved to the shaded loungers — still in their swimwear, skin warm from the sun, conversation light and careful.


The sound of footsteps on the spiral staircase announced Rohan’s return.
He appeared carrying two large paper bags — the smell of hot biryani, fresh naan, and grilled chicken wafting up immediately.
“Food’s here,” he called, grinning.


Aadhil stood — helped him set everything on the low table.
Nivi pulled a thin cover-up over her bikini — suddenly self-conscious again.
They ate downstairs in the villa’s open living room — floor-to-ceiling glass doors open to the beach, waves rolling in the distance.


Everyone had slipped into minimal clothing: Rohan in loose shorts, Aadhil in his navy briefs again, Nivi still in the black bikini top with a sheer sarong tied low on her hips.
They ate quietly at first — hungry, tired from the drive.
Nivi picked at her food — appetite low.


After a few bites she pushed her plate away.
“I’m tired,” she said softly. “I think I’ll sleep.”
Rohan nodded — gentle.


“Go rest. We’ll clean up.”
Nivi stood — kissed Rohan’s cheek briefly — gave Aadhil a small, awkward smile.


“Good night.”


She disappeared upstairs.



Pool Deck – Rohan & Aadhil Alone
Aadhil leaned back — beer in hand.
“I kissed her. Nothing else. We can pursue her tonight.”
Rohan took a slow sip — eyes on the horizon.
“I know. Even if not… I would manage her too.”
He looked at Aadhil — small smile.
“I’m taking her to candlelight dinner tonight.”
Aadhil raised his bottle — “Good luck.”



Evening – The Mini Event


Evening arrived — sky turning deep orange, then purple.


Rohan had prepared everything in the villa’s private backyard — a small patch of lawn opening directly to the beach.
He’d set up a low table with candles, fairy lights strung between palm trees, soft music playing from hidden speakers.


He’d arranged for a few local children from the nearby fishing village — five or six kids, wide-eyed and giggling — to come sing.
They arrived — shy at first — then burst into a traditional Malayalam song, voices high and sweet.
Rohan had gifts ready: small packets of sweets, crayons, coloring books.


Nivi — who had napped and showered — came down in the outfit Rohan had chosen: a flowing, deep emerald gown with delicate gold embroidery, off-shoulder, hugging her curves like a queen’s robe.


She looked radiant — hair loose, minimal makeup, a single gold chain at her throat.
The children sang louder when they saw her — clapping, laughing.


They danced around her — she laughed, genuinely, for the first time in days — twirling with them, handing out gifts.
Rohan watched — arms folded, smile quiet and proud.


Aadhil stayed at the edge — sipping wine, observing.


After the children left — paid and happy — Rohan took Nivi’s hand.
“Come. Dinner.”


Candlelight Dinner – The Restaurant


They drove to a small, exclusive beachside restaurant — private table right on the sand, waves lapping a few meters away, candles flickering in glass holders.


Only two chairs — Rohan, Nivi.
Nivi — once seated — looked around.
“Which client are we meeting?”


Rohan smiled — poured her wine.
“No clients. Just the three of us.”


Nivi’s eyes narrowed — but not angry.
“I’m okay with you… but Aadhil…”


Rohan leaned in — voice low, intimate.


“Relax. I returned much earlier today… but I saw you both kissing for a long time in the pool. I left you with him for an hour on purpose. To give you time.”
Nivi’s cheeks flushed — she slapped his hand lightly.
“Idiot. It’s nothing like you think.”


Rohan — teasing — “Oh no… I thought I got my dream finally coming true for a fantasy.”
Nivi — eyebrow raised — “What fantasy?”


Rohan — eyes locked on hers.
“You remember the double penetration I was talking about? I thought you and Aadhil struck a rapport… thought my fantasy would be easy once you were in for it.”
Nivi — stunned — “No. No no no.”


Rohan — soft — “There’s nothing wrong. Like every other fantasy… why don’t we try it?”
Nivi — voice trembling — “How will you allow another man beside you to bed me?”
Rohan — calm — “It’s up to me. Let’s do one thing. Tonight… let’s sleep nude under one sheet. All three.”
Nivi — “No. I’m not in.”
Rohan — pleading — “For me. Please.”


She looked at him  
Nivi — small — “How… two penises inside me? Won’t I feel pain? I fear, Rohan.”
Rohan — gentle — “We’ll use lubrication — like we did earlier. I’ll stop the moment you say no. Aadhil is understanding.”


Nivi — “Did you both speak already?”
Rohan — “Not yet. But he’s ready to fuck you. It’s just his respect for me — he’s controlling himself.”
Nivi looked down — wine glass trembling slightly.
“I don’t know what else you have in store for me…”


Rohan — voice low, intimate — “Tonight… let’s forget morals and fears. Let’s try. If you feel odd, we stop. I promise.”
Nivi stared at the candle flame — long seconds.
Then — barely a whisper:
“Shut your mouth. Let’s see.”


Rohan smiled — slow, victorious.
The waves kept rolling in. And the night was just beginning.

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Chapter 68 – The Call to Vikram & The Midnight Silence

The night… Mercedes rolled to a smooth stop in front of the villa — engine ticking as it cooled, the sound of waves rolling in the near distance.

Rohan killed the ignition.

Nivi stirred in the back seat — eyes fluttering open, disoriented for a moment.
Rohan turned — smiled softly.

“We’re here.”
She sat up — hair mussed, cheeks still flushed from sleep.

Rohan stepped out first — opened her door, offered a hand.
She took it — legs unsteady from the long drive.

They walked inside together — the villa quiet, air-conditioned coolness hitting them like a sigh.
Rohan led the way up the curved staircase — directly to the rooftop bedroom suite.

Floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides — sea view endless.
King bed already turned down.

Rohan pulled out his phone — scrolled — dialed.
Nivi froze mid-step.

Aadhil were are you?
Her heart lurched — panicked.
Is he speaking for real?

She looked at Rohan — eyes wide.
Rohan — casual — put the phone on speaker.
Aadhil’s voice came through — relaxed, amused.
“Just grabbing some things from the car. Be up in five.”

Rohan — “Good. We’re in the rooftop bedroom.”
He hung up.

Nivi — voice small — “You’re… really doing this?”
Rohan stepped close — cupped her face.

“We’re just talking tonight. Nothing more unless you want it.”
She searched his eyes — found only calm certainty.
She nodded — barely.


Cut to Another Hotel – Cochin
Prem sat on the edge of the hotel bed — room 333, mid-range, anonymous.
His phone buzzed — unknown number.

He answered — heart rate spiking.
“Prem?”

A deep voice — calm, measured.
“Yes.”

“Vikram. I’m just below. Where should I come?”
Prem — “Room 333. Come up.”

Minutes later — a knock.
Prem opened the door.

Vikram stood there — late 40s, tall, sharp suit, eyes tired but alert.
“So you’re Prem.”
“Yes.”

Vikram stepped inside — closed the door.
“I know it won’t be your friend. It must be you.”
Prem — “Yes. It’s me.”

Vikram sat on the chair opposite the bed — no pleasantries.
“I don’t want to bore you. Let me come straight.”

Prem — “What do you want from me?”
Vikram — “I need to hear their story. Get proof. So I can alert my wife… and my friend’s wife.”

Vikram nodded — slow.

“I can give you proof.”
He pulled out his phone — scrolled — opened a file.

Hospital record — scan of a discharge summary.
Aashika — age 28 at the time — leg broken in two places after falling from a hilltop road.

Prem — confused — “What is this?”
Vikram — voice flat — “It was the doing of Rohan and Aadhil.”
Prem — shocked — “What was it? How did this happen?”

Vikram — “How is my wife now? Divorced. I divorced her.”

Prem — “Can you please give me the full story?”
Vikram leaned back — eyes distant.

“It’s 8 years back. I was happily married to Aashika. I never knew she was once in love with Aadhil.

They were college sweethearts. She told me — after marriage — that she loved him once. But we were good. Stable.”

He paused — voice hardening.

“One day Aadhil came back into her life. She could not forget him. They started the affair — unknown to me. It would have ended harmless… if Rohan hadn’t joined.”

Prem — “Rohan?”
Vikram — “Aadhil introduced me to Rohan. I thought old friends reunited. Business alliance. Family ties. I never suspected.”

He continued — slower.
“This is what Madhavan must have told you. Ever since the Kanmani episode… they looked for double penetration. They eyed various women… but none came to them. Rohan had plenty of money — the family I married into and my family are friends. Natural alliance. But they abused it.”

Prem — quiet — “What happened to Aashika?”

Vikram — “After we were tied up with business links… they convinced Aashika to go for a ‘business trip’. 

She took the chance to have sex with Aadhil at a hilltop resort. Mid-sex… Rohan entered. Aadhil pleaded with her to have double penetration. They had tasted it with Kanmani — thought Aashika would do it for love.”

He looked at Prem — eyes wet.

“She was not interested. She broke away mid-sex. Came out nude — running toward the road. 

Aadhil and Rohan didn’t expect it. 

Madhavan — who you met — warned me by calling my phone. He somehow saw them going in the car. Came there accidentally.”

Vikram — voice cracking — “Goodness, I came there in time. I recovered her… but she fell from a high position. Leg broken. 

I was in rage — wanted to hit both. But Aashika was in pain. I took her to hospital.”

Prem — “They apologized?”
Vikram — “Rohan and Aadhil pleaded — said it was just a fantasy, fun. They even said they would compensate. 

I stood with Aashika. Waited till she recovered. Once she was done… I divorced her.”

He looked at Prem — steady now.
“I married again. Living a good life.”

Vikram — “What I would say is… if a woman gets more than one man into her zone, she is a slut. She can’t be taken back. If you’re lucky — just warn them and get back to your zone. Else… leave them to be and exit yourself. Find a better life.”

He opened another file on his phone — handed it to Prem.

“Every dot connected. Rohan’s business links. His life. His wife. Aadhil’s connection — even in Bangalore.”

Prem scrolled — heart pounding.
Contracts. Photos. Messages. Dates.
Enough.

Vikram said I used all my contacts to get things done for you.. 

Vikram was about to tell prem that right now Aaadhil, rohan and Nivi are not in town.. But he hides it because he had better plans.. Better plans to shut them once for all..

Prem — voice hard — “They’re done.”
Vikram — “Wait. This is not enough. Let’s unplug all the projects they are doing. While they are distracted… we need to act.”

Prem — “Yes. Let’s meet someone tomorrow. Start tomorrow itself.”
Vikram — “Good night.”

They retired.
Prem went back to his room in Cochin — looked at the roof.
“Nivi… just wait for a few more days. I will unmask them. You will leave them if you are still mine. Until then… stay pure.”



Cut to the Villa – Midnight

Nivi lay nude on the bed — sheet pulled to her chin.

She closed her face with her hand.

Clock ticked to 12 a.m.

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Chapter 69 –  Aadhil declares we are not monsters, we just had fantasy


Outside on the rooftop balcony, the night was warm and still — only the rhythmic crash of waves far below and the occasional rustle of palm fronds in the breeze.
Rohan and Aadhil stood naked — skin silvered by moonlight, water bottle in hand, phones pressed to their ears.


They had left Nivi inside — nude under the thin bedsheet, face buried in her hands, breathing uneven.
The call came through on Rohan’s phone — a low, tense voice on the other end.
“Rohan… it’s me.”


Rohan — voice low — “Talk fast.”
The informer — “Vikram collected details on you both. He’s talking. Prem would probably know about Kanmani and Aashika by now.”


Rohan’s grip tightened on the bottle — knuckles whitening.
Aadhil — silent until now — leaned closer, listening.


The informer continued — “Vikram’s been painting you as monsters. He’s got hospital records, old messages… he’s ready to hand it over.”


Rohan — controlled — “How much does Prem know?”
Informer — “Not sure. But he called Vikram two hours back. Long conversation.”
Rohan exchanged a look with Aadhil — eyes hard.


“Thanks for the heads-up. Keep following. We’ll take care here.”
He hung up.


Silence — thick, dangerous.
Aadhil spoke first — voice low, almost amused.


“We are not monsters. We are just everybody else who had a sexual fantasy.”
He took a slow sip of  water — eyes on the dark sea.


“We didn’t force Kanmani. She was the one who called us for revenge. When we went to her back thinking she would want it — the DP — but she refused. It became trouble when she complained.”


Aadhil continued  “Similarly we tried a few individually. But before the topic arose, they shut us down. I tried it with my ex-lover Aashika. I thought people in love would accept it… but she panicked and ran.”


Aadhil — “And because she ran, she got into an accident — fell, broke her leg. If she had stayed inside and said she wasn’t interested… we wouldn’t have touched her.”
He looked at Rohan — eyes narrowing.


“I hate people painting us bad. And for eight years till now… we didn’t try it again. Individually we bedded many. It’s just… Nivi looked beautiful. We loved this fantasy. We decided to pull a string.”


Rohan set his bottle down — hard.
“There’s no use explaining yourself to the informer. He’s not a judge.”


He looked back toward the glass wall — the bedroom dimly lit, Nivi’s shape visible under the sheet.
Aadhil — “If Prem had known now… he would have called and informed her. Looks like she has no idea.”


Rohan — quiet — “We still have a chance. But no more patience game. We should convince her tonight.”


He turned — eyes dark.
“Take calm and careful steps. Seduce her.”


Aadhil nodded — slow.
“The first thing when we enter — take her mobile. Put it on silent.”
Rohan — “Exactly.”


He looked at the glass wall again — Nivi still curled, face hidden.
“Twelve years long itch. Let’s go in.”


Aadhil followed — both stepping back into the bedroom.

The door closed behind them — soft click.

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Chapter 70 – Nivi's Double Pleasure with Rohan and Adhil


Nivi lay on her back — thin cotton sheet pulled up to her chin, one hand still covering her face as if she could hide from what was happening inside her own skin.
She hadn’t moved since Rohan and Aadhil stepped out to the balcony.


The room was dim — only moonlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling glass, the faint amber glow of the bedside lamp turning everything soft and golden.
Outside, she could hear their low voices — Rohan’s calm baritone, Aadhil’s quieter replies — but the words didn’t reach her.


She felt exposed even under the sheet.
Nude.
Waiting.


The door opened again — soft click.


Rohan entered first — naked, skin still warm from the night air, erection already half-hard.
Aadhil followed — same state, eyes dark, calm.
They didn’t speak at first.


Rohan sat on the edge of the bed — mattress dipping.
“Nivi…”


She lowered her hand slowly — eyes opening, wet, uncertain.
Rohan — gentle — “Hey… look at me.”


She did — slowly.
He reached out — brushed damp hair from her forehead with his thumb.
“You okay?”


Nivi — voice small, almost lost — “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”
Rohan leaned closer — kissed her forehead, lingering.
“You’re doing what feels right. What you want.”


He pulled the sheet down inch by inch — exposing her collarbone, then the swell of her breasts, nipples already tight from the cool air and nerves.
She didn’t stop him.


Aadhil stayed near the foot of the bed — silent, watching, cock thickening as he looked at her.
Rohan — soft — “We’re here. No judgment. No rush.”


His hand slid down — palm flat between her breasts, feeling her heart galloping.
“We want you to feel safe. Wanted.”


Nivi — breath shaky — “I do… with you.”
She glanced at Aadhil — hesitant, curious.


Rohan followed her gaze — smiled faintly.
“He’s not here to do anything against your wish. He’s here because I called him. I want to show you pleasure you may have deep down wanted. At least… let’s give it a try.”


He leaned in — kissed her lips this time — slow, coaxing.


She kissed back — hesitant, then deeper.


Rohan broke it — whispered against her mouth.


“For now… let’s just sleep under one sheet. Let’s see what we want first.”


Aadhil — quiet, respectful — “I meant what I said earlier. I’ll serve you… if you wish. And if you both only want it… I always respect Rohan’s words.”


Nivi swallowed — eyes flicking between them.


Rohan — “Your phone.”
He reached for it on the nightstand — she didn’t stop him.
He switched it to silent — placed it face-down.
“No interruptions.”


Nivi — voice trembling — “What now?”
Rohan — “Now… we forget everything outside this room. Just us.”


He slid under the sheet — body warm against hers, erection brushing her thigh.
Aadhil — slow — “May I join?”


Nivi — long pause — then a small, almost imperceptible nod.
Aadhil slipped in on her other side — careful, not crowding.


Rohan kissed her again — slow, deep, tongue tracing hers.
He murmured against her lips — “Just watch for now, Aadhil.”


Nivi closed her eyes — breath hitching as Rohan’s hand slid down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs.


She was already wet.
The sheet slipped lower.
Hands moved — slow, exploring.
Rohan’s fingers circled her clit — gentle, teasing.
She moaned — soft, surprised.


Aadhil watched — cock hard against her hip, breathing controlled.
After long minutes — Rohan pulled back — looked at her.
“You feel my heat here?” — he pressed his chest to her breasts, crushing them softly.
She nodded — eyes glassy.


“You know what, Nivi… just try. Let Aadhil hug you from behind. His body heat would be different.”
Nivi — knowingly smiled, shy — “I know.”
Rohan — teasing — “I know you know already. But just allow him.”
Nivi — small — “Mmm… as per your wish.”


Aadhil moved — slow — spooning her from behind.
His chest pressed to her back — arms sliding around her waist.
She realized immediately — his manhood, thick and hot, resting against the cleft of her ass, already leaking.


He didn’t push — just held her, rubbing slowly, letting her feel the length slide along her skin.


Rohan came closer — semi-hug — his own erection teasing her entrance.
He kissed her lips again — deeper.
Nivi moaned into his mouth.
Rohan broke the kiss — voice husky.


“This is how it feels, Nivi… double pleasure.”
She smiled — shy, breathless.


“Maybe… this is enough. You just said we’d be nude under one sheet, right?”
Rohan — alarmed, but gentle — didn’t push.


“Yes, darling. As you wish. Like you said… we’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable.”
Nivi turned onto her back — looked at the ceiling.
She whispered — almost to herself:


“I’m not sure why I’m doing it. I don’t know why you’re allowing him… and why I’m allowing him.”
Rohan — soft — “Pleasure has no boundary. You liked us both deep inside you… even wanted him. It’s just loyalty toward me stopping you. Why did you allow him to kiss you more than once?”


Nivi had no answer.


Aadhil — quiet — “The day I saw your photo on Rohan’s phone… my cock rose like anything. I just wanted to have sex with you.”


He paused — honest.


“But when Rohan said you were his woman… I stopped. Later he told me the full story of yours. I was touched. That’s the reason I stayed away. Even then… I couldn’t control it. That’s why I kissed you. I’m sorry, Nivi.”
Nivi felt a pang — uneasy.
“Did I hurt you?”


She turned slightly — looked at him.
Aadhil — soft — “That’s okay. Now you’re having some relaxation with me.”
He moved closer — kissed her forehead gently.
Nivi smiled — surprised.


“What are you doing? You being gentle and caring doesn’t suit you.”
Aadhil — playful — “Are you instigating me?”
Nivi — teasing — “No… just what I felt. Being brutal is what matches you.”


Aadhil came over her — slow, deliberate.
“I’m sorry… you made me do this. Let me show you how brutal I am.”


“No—” Nivi laughed — playfully stopped his cock at her entrance with her hand.
He was ready — missionary position, tip nudging her.


She blocked every kiss attempt on her cheek — giggling, squirming.
“If you want it… ask me politely.”


She felt the heat under — his cock rubbing her clit.
Her fight faded — realizing the risk.
Aadhil kissed her lips instead — deep.
She allowed — full response, tongues tangling, eating each other.
Rohan watched — silent, then stood.


“I’ll get the lubrication. I know this is the time.”
He left — quick.


Twenty minutes passed — Nivi and Aadhil still kissing, lost in it.
Rohan returned — small bottle in hand.
He saw them — fully into it.
Dim light showed Aadhil’s chest crushing her breasts, their tongues still invading.
Rohan — quiet — “That’s it.”


He knelt beside them — opened the bottle.
Nivi broke the kiss — breathless.
She looked at Rohan — eyes wide.
Rohan — soft — “Come on… cowgirl moment.”
Nivi burst into laughter — nervous, giddy.
“Your friend tricked me…”


She moved — like a pro — straddled Rohan.
Took his cock inside her — sank down slowly, moaning.
Rohan groaned — hands on her hips.
He opened a video on his phone — DP scene playing silently.
Showed it to her.


“See… this is the position. Now my cock in one of your holes… the asshole is the other.”
Nivi — “Ayoo—” hid her face in his neck.


Rohan — gentle — “Let Aadhil insert in the other. Let’s see how it feels occupied.”
Nivi — voice shaking — “No… I’m okay with kisses. Without penetration with Aadhil.”
Rohan — convincing — “No… I’m not asking for penetrative sex. Just research. Let’s see if two cocks can enter a woman. Let’s try.”


He raised his hips — kept his cock buried deep.
“Just bend a little.”
Nivi — trembling — bent forward.
Her ass lifted — prominent.
Rohan — “Nivi… call Aadhil. Ask him to enter your ass.”
Nivi — tweaking her face, fun tone — “You want me to call?”
Rohan — “Yes. I just want you to do it. It’s psychological. When you want it… the space opens automatically.”
Nivi looked at Aadhil — eyes glassy.
“Enter me,” she whispered.

Aadhil moved — applied more lube.
His cock — long, thin compared to Rohan’s thickness — pressed against her back entrance.

It passed a tingling sensation.
Rohan — “Just enter… keep idle.”
Aadhil pushed — slow.
Nivi shouted — “Aahhhhh—”


Pain flared — sharp.
Rohan — soothing — “Breathe… relax.”


Nivi took a ragged breath — her body trembling between them, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Aadhil stopped — halfway buried in her tight back entrance, his cock throbbing against Rohan’s through the thin wall separating them.


Rohan held her hips steady — his thickness filling her front completely, the fullness almost overwhelming.
“How does it feel, Nivi?” Rohan asked, voice low, eyes locked on hers.


She — tears in eyes — “It’s painful… yet… feels different. Full… so full.”
Aadhil’s hand went to her neck — gentle hold, thumb stroking her pulse point.
Two cocks now inside her — literally stretching her to the limit.


Tears dropped freely — a mix of pain, fear, and something deeper, something electric.
Rohan — soft — “That’s it. You’re getting occupied… like in the video. Just breathe through it.”


He made a gentle motion — rocking his hips upward in a slow, shallow thrust.
Nivi moaned — sharp, surprised — the pain easing into a strange, burning fullness.


Aadhil — unable to hold back any longer — thrust once — deep, deliberate.
Nivi — “Aadhil… wait… we’re just testing…”


But her voice faded — cracking into a whimper as the sensation shifted.
The pain blurred — melting into heat, into pressure that built like a storm.


Rohan — voice husky — “See? Your body’s adjusting. It wants this.”
He thrust again — slower, matching Aadhil’s rhythm.


Nivi’s hands clutched Rohan’s shoulders — nails digging in.
“Oh god… it’s… too much…”




Aadhil — murmuring against her ear — “You’re taking us so well, Nivi. So tight… so perfect.”
He pulled back — then pushed in again, deeper this time.


The trio found a tentative rhythm — slow at first, testing the limits.
Rohan in front — thick, filling her core with steady strokes.


Aadhil in back — long, thin, sliding in and out with increasing ease.
Nivi — lost — moans rising, soft at first, then louder.


The villa stayed silent — only waves crashing far below.
And her gasps — sharp, building.


And their grunts — low, primal.
Rohan — “That’s it… let go. Feel us both.”
He sped up — hips snapping upward, the angle hitting her spot.
Nivi — “Rohan… yes…”


Aadhil — voice rough — “You like this? Two cocks stretching you?”
He thrust harder — hand tightening on her neck, not choking, just holding.
Nivi — “Ah… it hurts… but… don’t stop…”


They moved faster — vigorously now, bodies slick with sweat.
Rohan pounding from below — thick shaft driving deep, balls slapping against her.
Aadhil slamming into her ass — long strokes, pulling almost out before burying fully, the friction burning deliciously.


Nivi’s moans turned to cries — louder, unrestrained.
“Oh yes… fuck me…”


Rohan — growling — “That’s our girl. Take it all.”
Aadhil — “So tight… you’re made for this, Nivi.”


The trio got louder — voices echoing off the glass walls.


Nivi’s screams — high, desperate.
Rohan’s grunts — deep, commanding.
Aadhil’s moans — rough, urgent.


They synced — thrusts in unison, filling her completely.
The pressure built — unbearable, electric.
Nivi came first — hard, shaking, walls clenching around both.
“Coming… oh fuck… yes!”


Her orgasm triggered them — all three hitting high climax at the same time.
Rohan — groaning — “Fuck… Nivi…”
He pulsed inside her — hot release filling her core.


Aadhil — thrusting one last time — “Yes… take it…”
He exploded in her ass — deep, spilling.
Nivi — lost in waves — body convulsing between them, tears mixing with sweat.
They collapsed — tangled, breathless.


The villa silent again — only waves.
And their heavy breathing.
And Nivi’s soft, spent sobs.

She had crossed the line.
And there was no going back.

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Chapter 71 – The Morning After & The Brutal Dawn


Morning in Cochin – Prem’s Hotel Room

Sunrise poked through the thin hotel curtains — pale gold rays slicing across the room, warming the rumpled bedsheet where Prem lay awake.
He hadn’t slept much.
The laptop on the nightstand glowed faintly — Vikram’s files still open: hospital records, old messages, the basketball photo, Kanmani’s story, Aashika’s broken leg.
Proof.
Enough to ruin them.
But not enough to save Nivi — not yet.
He reached for his phone — thumb hovering over Nivi’s name.
He wanted to call. To hear her voice. To ask if she was okay. To warn her.
But he stopped.
Fingers traced her name on the screen — slow, almost reverent.
He whispered to the empty room — voice cracking just a little:
“Nivi… don’t succumb to them. I don’t know what stage you’re in right now. If you’re still just in the friend zone with them… you’re recoverable. If not… I’m not sure how we’ll be able to continue. Please… stay pure for me.”
He locked the phone.
Set it face-down.
Moments later — he decided.
He would tell Nitin everything.
Calmly. Fully.
Warn him about Vani.
They would protect their families — together.


[b]Cut to the Villa – Morning[/b]


Sun rays poked through the glass wall of the rooftop bedroom — warm, insistent, painting golden stripes across Nivi’s naked body.

She snored softly — like a donkey, deep and exhausted — the last night’s double pleasure had taken a brutal toll.
Her body ached — thighs bruised, core tender, ass still throbbing from Aadhil’s relentless length and Rohan’s thick girth stretching her simultaneously.

Dry semen crusted on her inner thighs, between her breasts, faint streaks on her stomach.
She woke slowly — eyes fluttering open once, twice, thrice.
Looked around.
No one.

Bed empty on both sides.

She touched herself — fingers brushing her swollen pussy, feeling the sticky residue.
A faint smile curved her lips — small, secret, almost guilty.
She stood — legs shaky — walked naked to the glass wall.

Outside — the rooftop pool deck.

Rohan and Aadhil in the water — nude, bodies glistening, talking low.
Rohan saw her — waved hi, easy smile.

Aadhil looked somewhere else — jaw set, eyes distant.
Nivi kinda liked that attitude — the silent, brooding intensity.

She waved back — small, shy — then turned to the bathroom.
Hot shower — steam rising, water pounding her skin.

She washed it all away — dry semen flaking off under soap, bruises blooming purple on her hips, neck, inner thighs.
Twenty minutes later — she joined them.

Wrapped a towel around her body — sat on a sunbath chair.
Rohan — floating — “Feeling tired?”

Nivi — faint smile — “A little… but thanks. I slept well.”
She looked at Aadhil — who still didn’t speak.
Why did he seem like a silent spectator?

She dragged him — playful — “Aadhil… you’re quiet.”
Aadhil turned — eyes dark, intense.

“I’m disappointed last night.”
Nivi — curious — “Why?”



“You slept early… just after DP. I didn’t get a chance to enter your vagina.”

Nivi laughed — surprised, a little breathless.
“Do you think I’ll ask for it?”

Aadhil stood from the pool — water cascading off his body, cock already thickening.
He walked toward her — slow, deliberate.
“You very well know I won’t ask for permission, right?”

Nivi’s face turned quizzical — pulse jumping.
Aadhil stopped in front of her chair — dripping, hard.
“Today… Nivi will see all my potentials.”

Aadhil lifted her from the chair — easy, strong — carried her back into the bedroom.
Rohan — still in the pool — watched through the glass wall.

He saw Nivi laughing — curiously, nervously — making a small, token attempt to block him.
He sensed it immediately.
Nivi was already smitten by him.

She was just namesakely denying.

Aadhil threw her on the bed.




From the pool — the glass gave him a perfect view. View is from Bedroom.. Rohan can watch them from pool..



THIS IS HOW THE villa looks like in roof, where pool view bedroom is located



She bounced — like a ball hitting a wall — laughing again.

Aadhil removed his boxer brief in one go — cock springing free, thick and long, already leaking.
He plucked the towel away — she was nude underneath.
He didn’t ask.

He spread her legs — wide — knees pinned open by his thighs.
One brutal, unbroken thrust — he buried himself balls-deep in a single violent stroke.



actually this is the view Rohan could get from inside  the Pool




Nivi cried out — “Aadhil—!” — sharp, involuntary, 

back arching hard off the mattress before collapsing back.

He growled low — “You know my way is always brutal. 

I won’t ask. I just need you.”

No pause. No gentleness.



He started thrusting — heavy, relentless, 

hips slamming forward with machine-like force. 

Each stroke bottomed out with a wet slap, 

jolting her entire body.

Rohan was surprised by the intensity Aadhil is doing with her..

The Intensity! -->





Her breasts shook violently — nipples hard and dark, 

bouncing wildly with every impact, 

skin already flushing red from the friction.

Nivi’s hands flew to his shoulders — nails digging in deep, leaving angry red trails down his back. Not pushing away. Holding on. Anchoring herself against the onslaught.

Her mouth opened — silent gasps turning into soft, broken exhales.

Legs spread wider on their own — thighs trembling, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper without conscious thought.

Aadhil leaned down — mouth crashed over hers, hungry, devouring.

Tongue forcing its way in. 

She opened instantly — met him, tongues tangling, her soft whimper lost inside the kiss.

He broke it. Teeth grazed her jaw. 


20 Mins later...

He flipped her roughly onto her stomach — yanked her hips high, knees forced apart.

Entered her again from behind — deeper angle now, cock dragging along her front wall, 

hitting that spot relentlessly.



Nivi’s face pressed into the pillow — fingers clawing sheets, knuckles white. 

Back arched instinctively, ass lifting to meet each slam. 

Muffled moans vibrated into the fabric — low, desperate, but never loud.

He fisted her hair — held her in place, controlling the arch. 

Pounded harder — balls slapping her clit rhythmically, wet obscene sounds filling the room.

Her body betrayed her completely — walls fluttering, clenching sporadically around his thickness. More wetness coating him, dripping down her thighs. Hips began tiny, helpless rolls backward — chasing the depth, the brutality.

Aadhil felt every quiver. 

Growled against her ear — “This cunt is already mine this morning.”

No answer from her. Just a sharp inhale through the pillow. Thighs shaking harder.



He reached under — rough fingers found her clit, rubbed fast, merciless circles while he kept slamming deep.

Nivi stiffened suddenly — breath caught — then shattered silently. 



Walls clamped down hard, pulsing violently around him. Whole body quaked — thighs trembling, toes curling, a long muffled whimper swallowed by the pillow. Orgasm rolled through her in heavy waves, but she made almost no sound.


He didn’t stop. 

Fucked her through the spasms — prolonging them until she was oversensitive, tiny jerks with every stroke.


Then shorter, vicious thrusts — hips grinding at the end of each one.

Low animal growl tore from him. He buried to the root — locked there, pulsing thick, hot ropes deep inside her.


Grinding slow circles to force every drop in, marking her completely.



Stayed buried a long moment — breathing ragged against her neck.



Slowly pulled out. Cum leaked from her swollen entrance immediately — thick, white, obscene.

He rolled her onto her back again — almost careful now. Looked down at her wrecked, flushed face.



A Solid Kiss now



The kiss had many meaning... especially from the eyes of Rohan... 

it seemed like Nivi enjoying it with aadhil.. it seemed she is doing with a person whom she loves the most.



What is started as a soft kiss turned into more fierce







After 10 long minutes smooch and kiss..


Nivi’s eyes opened slowly — heavy, dazed. Lips parted. Cheeks burning.


A tiny, secret curve touched the corner of her mouth — barely there.


He turns to his back.. now Nivi on his chest playfully gives him a kiss mimic like this





This is enough for Rohan to conclude Nivi is bitten heavily by Aadhil.

All it took for this is a single day Rohan smirked..


From the pool — Rohan saw everything.


Aadhil’s thick cock sliding in and out, glistening with her arousal.
Her lips stretched tight around him, clinging every time he pulled back.
The creamy ring at his base.

The way her body opened wider with every thrust — no resistance, just surrender.

For the first time — Rohan felt something inside him twist.

And the final Kiss Marathon.. Nivi had never done it to him...


Jealousy. Raw. Sharp.



He remembered how she used to melt under his gentle hands — soft sighs, whispered “thank you”s, curling into him like he was her safe place.


Last night she’d still held his hand during the DP — needed his eyes on hers for courage.

This morning she hadn’t glanced toward the glass once.

Hadn’t reached for him.


Her body had answered Aadhil’s force like it recognized something new — something she hadn’t known she craved until now.

Rohan’s throat tightened.


He felt her slipping — quietly, without a single word — toward the man who didn’t coax, didn’t wait, just claimed.



That was when his phone rang.

The informer.

“Rohan… Vikram is attacking your system. We have temporarily blocked it… but rush to Chennai and secure everything.”



Rohan looked at the glass wall — Aadhil and Nivi deep into the aftermath, her legs still parted, his hand resting possessively on her thigh.

Moans had faded. Only heavy breathing now.



The phone call shook his base.
He decided.

He would leave them alone for now.

Reach Chennai soon.


He climbed out of the pool — towel around waist.

Walked away — eyes still on the glass one last moment.

Nivi — lost in the afterglow — didn’t see him go.


The villa stayed silent.


Only the waves.

And the unraveling beginning.

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Chapter 72 – Rohan stands in place of Prem.. Irony &  Quiet Surrender



Rohan stood at the edge of the rooftop pool, towel still low on his hips, phone pressed to his ear.

The informer’s voice crackled again — urgent, clipped.

“Vikram’s team is probing deeper. They’ve got partial access to the secondary server. You need to be here before they escalate.”

Rohan ended the call. Stared at the glass wall of the bedroom.

Inside — Nivi and Aadhil.

She was still sprawled on her back where Aadhil had left her, legs parted, skin flushed, a thin trail of his cum leaking slow and white between her thighs. Aadhil hovered above her now, one hand braced beside her head, the other tracing lazy circles around her nipple. Her chest rose and fell — heavy, satisfied breaths.

Rohan’s stomach twisted again.

All in one night.

Last night she’d held his hand through the double penetration — fingers laced tight, eyes locked on his for reassurance. This morning she hadn’t even looked his way.

He blamed himself.
I let this happen.
I opened the door.
I introduced her to Aadhil’s force.

I thought sharing would keep her closer — fantasy turned safe. Instead it woke something in her I never touched.

He stood idle for long minutes. Water dripped from his hair onto the tiles. Mind looping.

Why did you do this to me, Nivi?

I thought you were mine. Under my gentle hold. You gave it to him so fast.

Aadhil, you bastard.

The word burned in his throat — first time in fifteen years he’d cursed his oldest friend like that. He swallowed it back.

He walked downstairs to his room to get ready for Chennai...

The hot shower bath gave him a clarity...


No. It’s you, Rohan.

You separated her from Prem emotionally. You claimed her body for months. 
You tricked her heart with softness, then pushed her toward this.
You invited Aadhil into the bed for your own thrill. DP was your fantasy first.

Now he’s taken her.
You should have known.



Let them enjoy.
Give them time.


He exhaled slow. 

Dressed in silence — jeans, shirt, jacket. Packed the small overnight bag. 

Booked the cab through the app. Looked out the window once more.

The villa roof glowed gold in the morning sun. Nivi’s laughter floated down — light, unguarded.

His chest ached.

He marched up the stairs to the rooftop. Needed to tell them. Needed to see her face one last time before he left.


Nearing the bedroom door — open to the pool deck — her laughter spilled out clearer.

She was sitting nude on Aadhil’s lap now, straddling him where he sat on the edge of the lounger. 

His hands cupped her breasts — gentle squeeze, thumbs brushing the nipples. A thin bead of milk leaked from one side, white and slow.
Aadhil caught it with his finger, lifted it to his mouth, tasted.

“Shall I suck it?” he murmured, voice low, teasing.

Nivi giggled — head thrown back, playful. “You already did once… greedy.”

Their laughter pierced him like glass.


Rohan froze in the doorway shadow.

He had once imagined this exact scene — but with Prem, Nivi in his arms, milk spilling under his touch. Instead it was Aadhil. And it was happening to him instead Prem.

He wanted to cuckold prem with Nivi but Nivi made him a cuckold with Aadhil..


Biggest Irony...


Nivi saw him first.

Her laughter softened. She slid off Aadhil’s lap immediately , she sensed something urgent from Rohan.. She moved away, stood up. Naked, unashamed, but stepping toward Rohan with the question. 

Aadhil rose too — casual, unhurried. The three of them stood together near the doorway now.

“What are you in dress? Where are you going?” Nivi asked, tilting her head.

Rohan kept his voice steady — the gentleness he always wore like armor.

“Cyber attack on the system. Vikram’s people. I have to go to Chennai now.”

Aadhil looked at him — calm.
“Do you need any help?”

Rohan shook his head. “No. I’ll handle it.”
His eyes went to Nivi.

She stood there — glowing, still flushed from earlier. No offer to come with him. No worry. Just watching.
If it was real her she would catched my hand and said lets go together.. she changed with new love... he said to himself.

He decided to gave her the space. Like always.

“You take rest. Come back tomorrow with Aadhil. I’ll reach there now.”
Nivi nodded — small, easy.

She know this is Rohan she liked.. he is never Judgemental even after he witnessing her affair open with Aadhil.. she was thankful.. she just started with Aadhil she thought she could spend one more day and return Chennai in case of emergency she still wanted to go with rohan if he call her..

But rohan didnt stress he said come back tomorrow. it made her easy..

She said... “Okay.”

Then she pointed lightly at Aadhil — playful gesture.

“You no need to worry about us. We cracked a friendship. Thanks for never judging me.”

Then she stepped closer — lifted on her toes — as if to kiss his cheek goodbye.

Aadhil’s hand moved fast. Wrapped around her waist — firm, possessive pull. Dragged her back against his side in one smooth motion. Her breast collided with aadhils chest.. he hugged her that his hands now holding her breast in motion..

She stopped mid-lean. Settled back against Aadhil instead.
Rohan noticed.

Everything.
The silent claim.
She is his woman now.

The cab horn honked below — impatient.

He lifted a hand — small wave.
“Take care.”
Turned.

Aadhil kissed her as he leaves. He took her in his hips and sudden attack on her sexually...


She leaves a huge cry. Rohan noticed his doings..

Walked down the stairs and her moan sound kept increasing...

He felt like she is doing intentionally?




Outside — the cab waited. Black sedan. 

Driver already loading his bag.

Rohan slid into the back seat. Door shut.


10 Minutes later..

The car pulled away.

He looked back through the tinted window.
The villa roof came into view one last time.

Nude Aadhil — tall, broad — carrying Nivi in his arms again. Her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, laughter ringing. He walked to the pool edge — paused — then threw her in with a playful roar.

She surfaced laughing, splashing him.
Aadhil jumped in after her.

They disappeared under the water — tangled, playful.
Rohan turned forward.

Stared at the road ahead.
Let’s fix the issue in the company first.
Then we can see this.

His fingers tightened on his phone.
The villa shrank in the rearview.

The unraveling continued — quiet, steady, unstoppable.
The drive to Chennai stretched long.

And in his mind — Nivi’s laughter echoed.
Not for him anymore

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 73 – Threads Pulling Tight


Prem’s phone buzzed on the hotel nightstand — sharp, insistent.
Vikram.

He snatched it up before the second ring.
“Prem.”
“Vikram. Tell me.”

“I’ve initiated the cyber probe. Deep. Servers are bleeding data already. Within hours — maybe less — I’ll have full logs of Rohan’s under-the-table dealings. Financial trails, encrypted chats, the works. Once I have it, he’s ours to control. Or destroy.”
Prem exhaled slow. The room felt smaller, the pale gold sunrise now harsh.

“Thank you. What do you need from me?”
“Go back to Chennai. Lay low. Act normal. The moment I pull something concrete — proof that ties him to the manipulation, the affairs, the business siphoning — I’ll send it straight to you. Then we decide the next move.”
Prem nodded to the empty room.
“Done. I’m heading out soon.”

Vikram’s voice dropped — almost gentle.
“Stay calm, Prem. We’re close.”

Call ended.

Prem sat on the edge of the bed. Laptop still open, files glowing like accusations. He felt something shift inside — not relief yet, but momentum. Dangerous momentum.

He dialed Nitin.
Two rings.
“Hello, Prem. How are you?”
“I’m better. Much better.”

Nitin paused. “What’s that sound in your voice? All good? Seems like you cracked something.”
“Yes. It’s far more dangerous than we thought.”
“Dangerous?”

Prem leaned forward, elbows on knees.
“Let me cut short, Nitin. I told you I suspected Rohan was eyeing Nivi. Suspected an affair. Right?”
“Yes.”

“I thought Rohan had some bigger motive. I got the answer.”
Nitin’s breath caught. “What’s the answer, man?”

“Listen carefully. Rohan and Aadhil — college mates. Back then, they did a DP with a girl named Kanmani. She approached them to punish her lover who was eyeing other women. But the guys got the kick. Tried several women after — nothing stuck. Only one could bang them at a time. Then Aadhil — Rohan’s partner now — used his ex-lover to fulfill their DP fantasy. She blocked them, got into an accident. Her husband — Vikram — divorced her. And now Vikram is helping us take revenge on them.”

for 15 minutes he explained in detail about Madhavan, Vikram. Vikram's intentions behind helps them.

Silence on the line.

Prem continued.

“Our wives are roaming with dangerous people — business partners on paper. We need to alert them. But I fear… if something has already happened?”

Nitin’s voice came back low, careful.

“Don’t panic. I don’t think anything like that has happened. With the info we have now, let’s alert them carefully.”
“No.” Prem’s tone hardened. “If we do that directly, they’ll mistrust us. We need stunts. Something that makes them realize themselves what monsters these men are. Also — the cyber attack will shake their stability. Worst case, they cut links from our wives’ businesses and stick to their other ventures.”

Nitin exhaled.
“It sounds good.”

“Just track what Nivi and Vani are doing. Don’t alert them. Just watch. Quietly.”
“Sure thing.”
Phone cut.

Nitin’s hand shook as he lowered it.
Ever since the alarm bells in his head started ringing, he couldn’t sit still.
He needed to see Vani. Now.

He drove home fast — heart hammering.
Door opened.

Vani in the living room — feeding aara her favorite Dosa.  . Laughter soft looking at song played in TV.
She looked up. Smiled.

Nitin forced calm.
“Where’s Nivi?”

Vani frowned slightly. “Business meet. I’m not sure about location.”
“And Rohan? Aadhil?”

“Rohan is in Chennai, I think. Aadhil went to Mumbai.”
Nitin nodded once. Said nothing more.
Left the room.

Vani stared after him — unease creeping in.
She called Nivi. Straight to silent, her mobile in silent.

Texted Rohan instead.
“Where are you? Everything okay?”
She eloborated how Nitin questioned her and her life about Rohan at Chennai office.

Reply came quick.
“Already in Chennai. Just came out of airport.. Don’t panic.”
Vani stared at the screen.

A big schema was moving behind the scenes.
Did Prem know something already? Rohan mind screamed.

He reached his Chennai office. Slid into the chair. Screens lit up.


Minutes later — text from Nitin to Prem.

“Vani at home with Aara. Rohan at office. Nivi gone for business meet — location unknown. Aadhil in Mumbai. All cross-checked.”
Rohan read it twice.

Prem — back in his hotel room — received Nitin’s update.
He took a long breath.

“Thank goodness. She is safe.”
He said it to himself — quiet, like a prayer.

Then dialed Vikram again.

“Vikram. I checked locations. Rohan is in Chennai.”
Vikram’s voice came low — surprised.
“What? In Chennai? I heard he was in Cochin.”
A pause.

“Did someone alter something?”
Vikram exhaled.
“We stop pulling threads against him for a moment. Let me verify. If he’s really there… we might have a leak. Or he’s playing ahead.”
Prem’s grip tightened on the phone.

“Keep me posted.”
Call ended.
Prem stared at the wall.

The threads were pulling tighter.
But now — someone else was pulling too.

And no one knew whose hand was on the other end.
The unraveling had spread.

Quiet.
Steady.
Unstoppable.