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Chapter 38: The Knife & The Trump Card


Continuation from Chapter 36 


“What happened? Tell me. Why are you telling me to get food from him… but you won’t come there?”
Anandhi glanced around — Riya and Rohan were absorbed in their game — then whispered.
“Kids are here…”

Jeeva stood — grabbed her wrist gently but firmly and pulled her toward the bedroom.
She didn’t resist — followed — door clicking shut behind them.

Inside — the room was dim, curtains half-drawn, air thick with the scent of her jasmine oil and the faint dampness of her hair.
Jeeva turned to her — eyes searching her face.

“Your saree was wet. Your hair was messy when you came back. Did he do anything bad to you?”
Anandhi shook her head quickly — too quickly.
“No… no…”

Jeeva stepped closer — voice dropping.
“Then come with me. Let’s have lunch there.”
Anandhi backed up a step — shaking her head harder.
“No. I’m not feeling well.”
Jeeva’s eyes narrowed.

“You look perfectly fine. Are you going to tell me… or shall I kick his door and ask him myself?”
Anandhi panicked — hands flying up.

“No — no! I’ll tell you.”
She took a shaky breath — eyes darting to the door, then back to him.

“It’s… it’s a small accident.”

Jeeva folded his arms — waiting.
“What accident made you wet?”
She swallowed.

“The tap was broken. Water splashed everywhere. We both got drenched. My saree… my blouse… everything became see-through.”
Jeeva’s gaze darkened.

“You tied your hair when you went there. Why was it loose now?”
Anandhi’s voice trembled.

“Please listen. I got drenched so he asked me to dry there — in his house. Like… undress, wear a towel. I was uncomfortable. I said I’ll go home like this. He got angry… and pushed me on the bed.”

Jeeva’s breath caught.
“He did what?”

Anandhi rushed on — words tumbling.
“It was so strange. I got panicked. 
Then he said… if his intention was my body, he would have done it years back — when I was alone. 
He had so many chances. But he didn't use it, 

I don't know why he was strange today!
I got a feel, like, A man who could force this much, only says he hide his intentions for a long... 



Jeeva felt Anandhi had a bad impression on suriya now.. he wanted to break it but befor he process she said. 

After that when he tried to get up… his hand slipped and touched my body (she hides its her breast). 

It was an accident. 
May be he was not like what i thought but i think we reached a point . 
I know — but I couldn’t face him after that. I just… ran.”

Jeeva’s mind spun — panic, rage, opportunity colliding.


He turned — eyes scanning the room, he wanted to turn entire thing into a positieve for suriya, 
he quickly spotted a small kitchen knife on the side table (left from cutting fruit earlier).
He grabbed it — knuckles white.
Anandhi’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing?”

Jeeva strode toward the door — knife in hand.
“He thinks he’s a hero? A savior? Just because he beat Sam, John, Kiran, and that politician doesnt mean he can misbehave with you?!
“Jeeva — stop!”

He froze — knife still raised.
Anandhi stared at him — shocked.
I said its accident and i know it. 

Wait what you said. 
Suriya beat them?
“What is all that? Suriya did all that?”


Jeeva’s breath hitched — the trump card slipping out in a way like he made it sure he slip it out of rage.
like ...  He hadn’t meant to reveal it yet.  But the knife, the anger — it all poured out.

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Chapter 39: The Truth Demanded


Anandhi stood frozen in the bedroom doorway. pink kurta still clinging slightly to her damp skin, 34D bust rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths. Her eyes — red from crying, sharp from anger — locked on Jeeva like twin blades.

“How do you know it?” she asked, voice low, trembling with fury.
“From when do you know it? 
Why did you hide it all these days?”

Jeeva sat on the edge of the bed 
head bowed — the knife now lying forgotten on the side table.
He couldn’t meet her gaze.

“I have my own reasons to hide it,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

Anandhi stepped forward — voice rising.
“Sorry is not enough. I want to know the truth now.”

She demanded it — raw, unyielding — the woman who had waited years for Rahul suddenly refusing to wait another second for answers.
Before Jeeva could respond — three sharp knocks echoed from the main door.
They both froze.

Anandhi’s eyes flicked toward the sound — then back to Jeeva — torn.
Jeeva stood — slowly — and walked past her to the hall.
He opened the door.

Suriya stood there — carrying three steel vessels stacked in his arms, the aroma of hot sambar, rice, and rasam wafting into the flat. His face was calm — but his eyes were wary.

“Kids need to eat on time,” he said simply — stepping inside without waiting for invitation. He placed the vessels on the dining table — one by one — lids clinking softly.

Anandhi emerged from the bedroom — arms crossed tightly over her chest — staring between the two men.
Suriya glanced at her — brief, careful — then turned to the kids.

“Come on, champions. Lunch time.”
Riya and Rohan ran over — excited — already lifting lids, chattering about the smell.

Anandhi didn’t move.
She looked at Suriya — then at Jeeva — torn.

On one side — Suriya — the man who came inside as a friend, who behaved strangely, but a truth came out today, he silently saved her from vultures for years, She was not sure if he is bad or good, but all she know is he does something without even asked and he didnt even wanted to tell about it.

On the other — Jeeva — the only person she had leaned on these past weeks, the one who stayed when Rahul left, the one who made her feel safe, wanted… and now the one who had hidden the biggest truth from her.

She couldn’t tell anymore about anything

She walked to the table — opened the vessels mechanically  and started serving the kids into small bowls. Her hands shook slightly.
She lifted the lid of the last vessel  and froze.
A small folded note sat on top of the rice.
She unfolded it — read it silently.
Sorry.

No explanation.
Just Sorry.

She didn’t react — didn’t look at Suriya — just folded it again, tucked it into her pallu, and continued feeding the kids.
The night passed in heavy silence.

All three adults moved like ghosts — disturbed, distant.
Jeeva helped the kids with homework — voice flat.
Suriya sat in his house, awaiting for a call or text  from Jeeva.

Anandhi cleaned, served, existed, but her eyes were far away.
Later, when the kids were asleep  Jeeva He texted Suriya.

A long set of plans — cold, calculated.


Suriya’s reply came back almost instantly.
Understood. I won’t mess up again.
Jeeva exhaled — chest tight.

He expected Anandhi would confront him direct tomorrow.
Years of marriage had taught him her patterns.

As expected —
The next morning, at 6:00 AM sharp as soon as she woke Anandhi slipped out of the flat.

She walked across the corridor, barefoot — saree from yesterday still on, hair loose and knocked on Surya’s door.
Jeeva — already awake, listening from his cot — heard the soft rap.

The Door open. 
Its not just the door open, a chance for him to claim, if Suriya plays as same as Jeeva wanted

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Chapter 40: The Big Game of Suirya and Jeeva


The door opened before Anandhi’s knuckles could finish the third knock.

Suriya stood there, shorts slung low on his hips, hair still sleep-rumpled, eyes already alert. The faint smell of brewed coffee drifted from inside — he’d been up, waiting.
He didn’t speak — just stepped aside.

Anandhi walked in, barefoot, yesterday’s saree still on, hair loose and tangled from a sleepless night. 

The door clicked shut behind her - soft, final.


She stopped in the middle of the hall, arms folded tightly across her chest, yes locked on him like a blade.


“I want the truth,” she said, voice low, steady, but trembling at the edges.

Suriya leaned against the wall, arms crossed, mirroring her posture. He had been prepared by Jeeva in advance, but he had his own plan today.

he decided to ack like he is not aware of what she actually asks.

He replied, “The truth is, what happened yesterday was an accident.
The thought that you mistook me disturbs me.”


Anandhi asked sharply, “Even pushing me onto the bed was an accident?”
Suriya exhaled — slow, heavy — shame flickering across his face.

“Let me explain once again,” he said.

“It was an accident. The tap breaking — everything. When you got wet, I was worried about how Jeeva would look at you. He is a young man. I hope you understand what I mean.”


She didn’t like how he doubted Jeeva.

Suriya continued, voice rough. “But when you panicked… when you said my intention was bad… I lost control. I pushed you. I pinned you. I wanted to prove I could have taken you a thousand times if I wanted — but I never did. I wanted you to see I’m not a threat. Instead, I became one.”

Anandhi’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t interrupt.

Suriya went on. “The hand on your breast — that was a slip. I fell. I tried to catch myself. I’m sorry. I never meant to touch you like that. I swear.”

Anandhi studied him — long and hard.
Then, quieter, she asked the real question.

“I messaged you in the morning for a private talk, is actually not for this, i realized this was an accident and i overreacted it. 

I wanted to know the real truth, the truth about Sam, John, Kiran, and that VIP politician. How do you know about them? Why did you… do all that?”


Suriya’s jaw tightened.
“Jeeva told you.”

Anandhi nodded sharply.
“He slipped in rage. Said you beat them. Blackmailed them. Kept them away from me for years. I want to hear it from you. Frankly. No hiding.”

Suriya looked away, then back — eyes steady.

“Should I be honest with you? Or do you need a pleasing answer?”

Anandhi said firmly, “Please be honest. You never know what I’m going through lately. I’m trying to figure out a reason to live with trust and hope.”


Suriya nodded.
“Okay. I’ll tell you.”

He pushed off the wall, walked to the small table, and pulled out a chair for her.
She didn’t sit.
He said softly, “Please sit. I’m nervous this way.”

She just looked at him ,instead of sitting she came up with next question

“So you admit you are the one who chased away all the troublemakers? Why?”

Anandhi was expecting the answer “I love you” — that’s why. - A random madman's confession. She prefixed what could be reason for the men like them. 



Suriya knew if he said “I loved you,” she wouldn’t buy it. So he decided to play a safer, deeper emotional game.

He said, “It’s a way for me to give back your kindness, a way to thank you.”

Anandhi didn’t expect this answer. 
She asked, “What? Kindness? 
What did I do?”

Suriya smiled gently.

“Do you forget? 
Okay, I’ll tell you why — maybe my side of the story. At the end, you will know all the answers..”


“After my divorce… I cried alone in this same room. Files, papers, clothes — everything shattered. My voice echoed down the whole street. Everyone talked badly about me, calling me a domestic abuser and worse. No one cared to check on me. Everyone believed her lies.

That was a rainy day. I remember breaking down on the floor, crying. You came. You picked me up. You hugged me. I know how long I cried, falling on you, my face buried in your chest while you consoled me. That may seem little to you, but you asked me to fight back. Ever since, I’ve been fighting — because that night I found hope. I realized I wasn’t alone in the world.


After you consoled me… I got a new lease on life. After you left, I stopped crying and started fighting seriously to get my kid back legally. But I wasn’t completely recovered. That’s when Riya and Rohan ran to me. You didn’t stop them. It continued for a week. Rohan and Riya became my saviors.

I wished to have a friendship with you — nothing too close, just a plain hi-and-bye kind of friend. But an old lady down the street badmouthed us. I realized what society would do to a single woman like you and a single man like me. I decided to stay away. But I realized later with your actions, that you decided the same. I mentally prepared that I had loose you too.


Still, I was grateful when the kids didn’t stop coming. I realized the pattern — you sent them only on Sundays. Even if you didn’t speak with me, the kindness you showed touched me. I decided to be good to Rohan and Riya.


I attended college functions. I used to stand behind you without you even knowing..  i used to wear masks to hide myself to not to bother your or become a talk inside society.. I did all this for kids, like i wanted to appreciate the kids, when they are stage dancing, singing etc..

But some months later, I noticed Sam visiting you and the kids regularly. I didn’t see anything unusual at first, but one day I accidentally saw Sam peeking through the keyhole of your main door. He could have come in or waited outside, but he sneaked and peeked. I doubted his intention.

That’s when I followed and learned their real plan. John, Sam, and Kiran had teamed up against Rahul. Their goal was to bed you — and share you among themselves. It was the cruelest thought.

I wanted to warn you, but I feared you might mistake my intention.

I watched them closer. That’s when I saw Sam get slapped by you. I thought his role was done. Then, during Riya’s dancing competition at the annual day, you went missing when she came on stage. I searched for you and realized John had drugged you and you were unconscious. I chased him away and beat him while wearing a mask.

Then a VIP who visited the college behaved badly with you — he forced you to satisfy his ugly needs. I found his weakness and blocked him.

I know the pain of being wrongly accused by society. I didn’t want you to become a victim. These days, society doesn’t stand with the victim — they tell the victim she should have behaved better. Rohan and Riya are like my own kids. I wanted them to have a safe and better future. I have deep respect for you. That’s why.

Are my reasons fine? Are you satisfied with my answer?”

Anandhi looked shocked. She gulped, staring at the selfless support he had given her all these years.

She asked, “At least you should have told me, right?”

Suriya said, “I wanted to tell you after compiling all the evidence and eliminating all the threats.

But two things happened, and I could not reveal it.”

Anandhi asked, “What two things?”

Suriya said, “Your husband left you…” what if i showed you after this? you might feel im trying to take advantage of you with savior masks. i hate that feeling.

Anandhi saw his eyes and then realisation hits, with a shock and she instantly asked, “How do you know, Rahul left me?”

Suriya said, “I got to know when Jeeva accidentally saw my laptop and figured out I was also a reason why the troublemakers had stopped bothering you.”

Anandhi asked, “What do you mean ‘I also’? Who else?”

Suriya said, “Jeeva too. When he came to town, he figured out their schemes, recorded a video, and blackmailed them.”

Anandhi said, what the fuck, why you men's keep so many secrets,  “He didn’t tell me either? And you too?”

Suriya said, “We believed love has to come naturally — for who we are — rather than because of what we did.”

Anandhi was confused.
“Love?”

Suriya said softly, “Yes… love. I love you. And Jeeva loves you too.”

Anandhi said, stunned, “What? You two love me?” you said it its out of respect but you are claiming it as love?

“Yes,” Suriya continued. “I fell in love with you years back.. I don’t know exactly when. But I hid it because I thought it was inappropriate and wrong to get into someone else’s life — especially when you were happily married. I saw the great love you and Rahul shared, even from a distance. I felt jealous, but I never tried to come between you two. I was thankful that I could show my love through the kids and by silently blocking the vultures.

But when Jeeva entered the picture, I got jealous again. I realized you two shared some closeness. When we figured out Rahul was missing, we both thought — individually — it was a bad idea to express our love at such a worst phase. I decided to be your good friend and help you cross this path. He might have thought the same too.

But off late, he has the same jealousy toward me — especially after his accident, when we started getting closer. He feels threatened.

I’m sorry. I cannot carry this weight anymore.” So i decided to come clean with  you, I love you Anandhi, i don't want to take advantage of this situation so i stayed silent, i'm okay with whatever decision you take. But there is something disturbs me since yesterday... 

There was a silent between them,

Suriya caught her hand, shaking slightly.
“The day when your loved one mistakes you for something disgusting — how would you feel? I felt the same last night. I’m sorry. Don’t hate me. If you had rejected me when i had proposed as a normal friend i would have felt anything. but if you do something now, my mind would pin it to the accident yesterday.

I’m okay if you want to stay away from me, but I have one request.”

Anandhi shakingly asked, “What?”

“Unlike us, Jeeva is young. He has a life. He needs to go abroad. He needs to marry someone new. I’m not speaking out of jealousy — I’m speaking like a dutiful brother. He is at least 12 years younger than you. If he gets stuck here in the name of love, will it be fine? Will your kids be okay knowing their father figure is younger and in love? Won’t it be odd?”

Anandhi said, “Wait a minute. I never said I’m going to marry him.”

Suriya said, “I know, but he lacks maturity. He is pushing you for that. He casually informed me that he loves you. That accident that day — he went to get a refund for the admission fee he paid through a consultancy. Glad he got into that accident.”
Anandhi was shocked and asked, “What?”

Suriya said, “Yes, he is that serious. He was telling me that if you guys could not find Rahul back, he was going to push you into marriage with him.”

Anandhi was shocked. She didn’t know what to do.

Suriya said, “Don’t worry. Tell him I proposed love to you. He will be furious. He will convey his love. Tell him you can’t choose anyone until you find Rahul. He will then arrange a trip. 

Use that, Go and find Rahul. Get him back — all would get solved.

If you cannot get him back, you will reach home and decide on it. On decision day, just choose me. he was actually telling me he gonna corner you one day when you could not find Rahul. Lets turn the scenario, you take the control.

If you are not ready to choose any of us, still choose me , just before him... — that will push him to focus on his education.

But if you like him and choose him… it’s your choice.

But if you choose me willingly, we can get married. Our five-member family — we four and my kid from my ex-wife. We all can live under one roof. 

Even if you are not okay with marriage publicly, worried about society, worried about kids calling me in different name.. let’s have it under your agreement.. All i need is one hope of having a family again, in some way.. 

(A tempting offer Suriya placed, exactly as Jeeva had asked.)

Anandhi was tired from everything she had heard. All at once… exhaustion. Gratitude. Confusion, Proposal.

Suriya didn’t move — didn’t touch her — just let her stay.
His heart thundered.

The plan was alive — barely.
But it was no longer his to control.

It belonged to her now.
And Suriya had to play once she took it.

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Chapter 41: The Sincere Embrace

Anandhi stood in the middle of Surya’s hall, arms still folded tightly across her chest, the weight of everything she had just heard pressing down on her like a stone.
She felt overwhelmed — not fully angry, but exhausted, grateful, and deeply conflicted. 

Her mind was a storm: Suriya had protected her for years in silence, taken beatings and risks for her without ever asking for thanks, and yet yesterday he had pushed her onto the bed, pinned her, and touched her breast. Was he a savior or a threat? A good man or a dangerous one? She didn’t know anymore.

She turned toward the door, ready to leave.
Suriya grabbed the opportunity.

He stepped forward, caught her wrist gently but firmly, and pulled her back.
Anandhi gasped — startled — but didn’t yank her hand away immediately.
“I’m sincere here,” Suriya said, voice low and earnest, eyes locked on hers. “I wish to start a new family with you and the kids. For years we have both been alone — emotionally and physically. I can give you everything. All you need to know is I’m here for you. When something gets hard, my shoulders are here for you to cry on. My arms are here for you to hug.”

Before she could respond, he pulled her into a hug.

Anandhi stiffened — body going rigid against his bare chest. She hadn’t expected it. His skin was warm, his arms strong yet careful as they wrapped around her back. Her 34D breasts pressed softly against his hard torso. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, the faint scent of coffee and his natural musk. She felt odd — a confusing mix of comfort and alarm. Her hands hovered in the air for a second, wanting to push him away, but before she could, he released her.

He stepped back — giving her space — voice calm.

“We are no longer youngsters. We need to be careful about our surroundings. Especially Jeeva. Until then, at least act normal around him to avoid suspicion. If you don’t believe my words, just tell him I proposed love to you. He will tell you what he intended to do.”

Anandhi stood there — stunned, heart racing, cheeks warm.
She didn’t speak. Her heart races like she did something she should not have done.

She simply turned and left Surya’s flat without a word.

She didn’t speak to Jeeva either when she returned home. She gathered the kids, told them it was time for college, and left the flat with them — her steps quick, her mind a whirlwind.

Surya reached his own flat a few minutes later.
He found Jeeva waiting — tense, pacing.

“Why did you ask me to tell her we both love her?” Surya asked, confused but trusting. “It’s confusing, but I did it.”


Jeeva stopped pacing. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes sharp but shadowed with something darker — exhaustion, jealousy, and the constant ticking clock in his head.

He exhaled slowly.


“If only one of us seemed to love her, she would panic and immediately lean on the other man for safety. But if both of us love her… she’ll be confused. She’ll constantly think about us. She’ll be mentally forced to choose one. And your story about how


 I’m a bad choice — too young, too unstable, pushing her while she’s vulnerable — will make her lean toward you. She’ll start acting in front of me like her choice is already you. Then you capitalize on that closeness and seduce her. That’s the plan.”
Suriya stared at him for a long moment, processing.


He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable.

Will this work? 

Jeeva smiles, it will definetly work, im trying to stop her thinking on Rahul, she has think about you or me, i have to be the first threat now, you should be the savior. 

A savior can cross the line, it would be excused.. that's world's long standing hypocrisy

Suriya asked, but she already said she will search for Rahul sometimes soon. 

Jeeva said Yea, i will make sure she never finds him, i had already done setups that would act as alliby for witnessing Rahu with her girlfriend. 

Suriya asked wont she go to cops, if she finds some one witnessed. 
Jeeva said i will be there with her to dilute the moment , feed her something else. 

Suriya asked then what's next? 

Jeeva said today she will come back in evening and test me if i love her, by telling you proposed her, this will happen . once that happened. I will let her know i love her and im willing to marry, She will be panicked. She will try to correct me. But i will force her to look out for Rahul. I will urge her, find him , if you don't him choose me.

The two men sat together for a few minutes, finalizing the details in low voices.

The plan would proceed only when Anandhi reacted next.
And they both knew — she would react soon.

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Chapter 42: The Test and TRIO's aggrement


Anandhi stood at the blackboard, chalk in hand, but the words she was supposed to write had long since blurred.


The classroom was alive with the usual chatter of thirty children, but she heard none of it. Her mind was a storm.

Rahul’s sudden disappearance — the note, the 30 lakhs, the claim that he had found someone else — still felt like a wound that wouldn’t close.

Jeeva — the man she had clung to like a lifeline these past weeks — had turned out to be something far more complicated. He looked exactly like the old Rahul and had been doing everything the good old Rahul used to do. He had made her slip, just a little. In almost a decade of marriage, he was the first one to break her boundary.

Sometimes she admitted to herself that what she was feeling was a forbidden thrill. He liked her. She liked him too. But the age gap and her marital status pulled her back. She called it sin. She had already put a full stop when he approached. She had only wanted a deep friendship with limits. Nothing more.

And then there was Suriya.

The complete stranger who had turned out to be her real savior — not Thilaga, not the security officer. He had silently protected her for years. The actual savior now wanted her to seriously consider starting a relationship with him… and to stay away from Jeeva for Jeeva’s own good.

The hug this morning — was it genuine or a bold step to take advantage of her vulnerability? She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t slapped him like she did to Sam. She didn’t know how to thank him back. She realized Suriya did love her and was very careful about their image. His proposal felt genuine and mature. She actually liked how he cared for Jeeva at the end.

What if Jeeva decided to stick to her and spoil his own future? The thought disturbed her.

A sharp, deliberate thought rose.
Let me test Jeeva.

She already knew the answer. But she needed to hear it from his mouth. Like how strong he was. If he was too adamant, too determined to stay here and ruin his future, then she would have to take steps — just as Suriya had suggested.

The college bell rang.

She gathered the kids quickly — Riya and Rohan chattering excitedly about the day — and headed home, her steps faster than usual.

When she reached the flat, Jeeva was in the hall, sitting on the floor with the kids. They were playing with building blocks, laughing as he helped them stack a tall tower. The sight should have warmed her. Instead, it twisted something in her chest.
She forced a small smile.

Minutes later, Riya and Rohan got bored and ran across the corridor to Surya’s flat — they had toys there and knew they were always welcome.

The door closed behind them.
The flat fell quiet.

Anandhi stood near the sofa, heart pounding. She decided to test him.
“Jeeva,” she said softly, “what do you think about Suriya?”

Jeeva looked up from the blocks — eyes sharp, calculating. He knew instantly. She was testing him. The moment had arrived.

He stood slowly, stepping closer to her.
“Suriya?” He let the name hang for a second. “He’s… helpful. But why do you ask about him?”

Anandhi took a breath.

“He proposed to me. He got to know that Rahul left me, and he is open about the idea of marriage with me.”

Jeeva’s expression darkened.

“You deserve better than someone who’s already failed once at marriage.”

Anandhi’s breath caught.

Jeeva took another step — close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.
“I’m speaking facts,” he continued, voice dropping. “I’m saying it because I care about you.”

Anandhi said, “My marriage failed after Rahul left. What’s the difference?”

Jeeva replied, “That’s different.”

Anandhi pressed, “I’m just thinking… he has saved me so many times, been decent, the kids already love him, and he loves them. So I’m thinking of…”

Jeeva cut her off sharply.
“No. Stop those thoughts.”

Anandhi asked, “Why? What’s wrong with him?”
“Because I love you,” Jeeva said, voice intense. “I want to marry you. I only need you. You need me. That’s it.”

The words landed like a stone in still water.
Anandhi’s eyes widened.

Jeeva didn’t stop.

“I know the age gap is there. I know I’m younger. But I’m not a boy. I’m a man who 
sees you — really sees you. Your strength, your beauty, the way you put the kids first even when your world is falling apart. I want you. I want to be with you. I want to marry you. I want to be the father those kids deserve.”

His hand reached out — gentle but deliberate — and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Don’t fall for Suriya,” he said, voice low and urgent. “He’s older. He’s been married. You never know what kind of man he really is behind the ‘nice guy’ act. I’m here. I’m young. I’m ready to give you everything. Choose me. Let me love you the way you deserve.”

Anandhi stood completely still.
Her heart raced.
She already knew the answer — Suriya had predicted it exactly.
Jeeva had just confessed.

He had pushed.
And now she was more confused than ever.

She didn’t speak.

She simply looked at him — eyes wide, conflicted, searching — as the weight of two men’s love pressed down on her from both sides.

She panicked.  She didn’t know how to react. She remembered Suriya who warned her about Jeeva, his intention and everything..  Though she liked him, his forcible nature was an alarm ringing in her head.  



Unknown to her, Jeeva had already texted Suriya while speaking to her.

A few minutes later, Suriya arrived.

Looking at Suriya approaching, Jeeva said loudly, “Let’s get married next week and start our life.”
A sharp interjection came from Suriya.
“Jeeva, what are you doing?”

Anandhi felt a wave of relief seeing Suriya arrive at that moment.

Suriya looked at Anandhi and signaled with his eyes — asking her to stay calm.


He continued, “I heard what you have been talking about. It’s a decision Anandhi has to take. Don’t force her. She is yet to come out of the betrayal Rahul did to her. Speaking about marriage is not something you should do right now. Just stick to her side.”



Jeeva shot back, “Oh, if what I did is wrong, you did the same in the morning.”

Suriya replied calmly, “That’s different. She wanted some truth from me. I just told her the truth and I wanted to come clean, so I proposed. It’s just a proposal. I didn’t ask her to marry the next day or next week. All I asked was for her to consider me.



There is a difference between ‘consider me’ and ‘let’s do it next week.’ Mine is asking for consideration. What you are doing is forcing her to make a decision.”



Anandhi liked how Suriya was careful and reasonable with his choice of words. He already looked like a better man who could understand her. Unlike Jeeva, who did everything instantly and was forcing her to make a decision


Jeeva: “Whatever. I want her to get married to me. Don’t interfere with that.”
Suriya: “It’s a thing that she has to decide. And moreover, we still don’t know about Rahul’s whereabouts. She can’t decide without confirming Rahul’s true reasons. Remember she don't buy the part that Rahul choose some other women. ”

Jeeva laughed bitterly. “Okay then, let’s just do that first. Let’s go and find out who that asshole Rahul is sleeping with.”

Anandhi slapped Jeeva — hard.
“That’s the limit,” she said.

Jeeva touched his cheek, eyes flashing.
“You got angry because I said something bad about him? Do you still love him after all he did to you?”

Anandhi looked at him, voice shaking.

“We still don’t know the truth… He may be hiding something else.”

Jeeva challenged, “What if he is truly with someone? What will you do then?”
Anandhi said, “He is not that type. I still don’t believe it.”
Jeeva stressed, “What if he is?”

Anandhi looked at him in horror.

“Let’s go in 2 days to Mumbai and search for him. Enquire about him with strangers, roommates, and others. If we don’t get concrete truth, then I will leave it up to you to decide. If the news about him is true — like he is with some woman — you have to choose me.”

Anandhi really looked horrified.
Suriya stepped in, “Stop forcing her.”

Jeeva laughed. “What? You are fearing of losing her?”
Suriya said calmly, “Stop it, Jeeva. I dont need to prove my love to you! Its not what you think, True love is about giving what your loved one really needs."

And i will continue to do that!

Suriya then turned to Anandhi.

“Okay, let’s agree to this. If we get concrete news that Rahul like he had been in an affair, then there is no point in waiting for him and wasting your life. Choose one among us. And it’s your decision.”

Anandhi really looked at his eyes looking for a clue, what all this is about? A question popped in her mind.

Suriya winked at her subtly.

Anandhi quickly bought it. She started believing Suriya could be someone she could lean on. Unlike Jeeva, who did everything instantly, who is forcing her to make a decision. She thought he has a reason to make her get into a challange, may be its for some goods like, it could stop Jeeva?! 

Suriya’s calm and composed steps gave her time — and that was exactly what she needed now. Before the storm like Jeeva, Suriya seemed someone she could trust for now. She even felt the urge to stop Jeeva’s stubbornness and forcible nature..

She nodded. 

Jeeva said let's go to Mumbai tomorrow!

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Chapter 43: Search for Rahul in Mumbai 


Practical reality hit her like cold water.

“Tomorrow?” she asked, voice tired. “Who will take care of the kids? I can’t take them to mumbai or just leave them here alone. Riya and Rohan are too young.”

I will take care of kids, Suriya answered before Jeeva could say a word

“I’ll stay here and take care of the kids,” Suriya said quietly, his voice steady and reassuring. “They already trust me. They play with me every Sunday. I can handle their meals, homework, and bedtime. You two go. Don’t worry about them.”

Anandhi looked at him with so many questions and countless gratitude. 

Anandhi felt a wave of relief at his practicality. Suriya was thinking ahead, giving her space, not forcing anything. It was the opposite of Jeeva’s intensity.


Jeeva said, here it is, i dont like to wait on this anymore, whatever. Just let's decide in the next two days he said and left the place to his room. 


Anandhi looked at Jeeva who was returning to his room, he turned back at suriya and said we need to talk.

Sure he said and signalled not here, let's go to my house. 

As soon as they entered, they saw kids playing.. Anandhi said play time over, go home and do homework, the kids' faces drowned. 


After the kids left, she and suriya were alone. She said
“Thank you,” 

she said softly. “For understanding… for everything.”
Suriya gave a small nod. He glanced at her and said. 
Anandhi, you never know how I feel.

I know you are torn inside , I want to open my arms and ask you to Hug me. To ease yourself. But on what rights. I don't want any of us to get disappointed. 
“I’m also unsure how to proceed,” he admitted honestly. 

Jeeva might look like he is pushing us.  But it’s good to go and search for Rahul. You deserve closure. 


I will book the flight tickets for both of you — tomorrow. And I will also book separate rooms during the stay. No pressure. Just go and find out the truth.”


I just want to say, whatever the findings may be, I will be here. Don't worry about kids. And don't worry about Jeeva too. He won't do anything to you. Like me he had chances here and I know. 


Anandhi looked at him.. She said I have countless thanks, stocked in for you. Thanks, I need to find Rahul for myself. I'm not ready to think about the next phase of my life. 


Suriya said i know, But jeeva is not even in a position to understand it, in another 35 days, he will go abroad, until then we have to be careful. 

I will stand by you. In case you could not find Rahul or the result is undesirable. Jeeva might push you to choose him. You just trust me and choose me and play along with me and lets act like a real couple. 


Once he is gone, let's figure out. After all, kids need some stability, she agreed. I will just do what you ask me. Thanks again. 


Anandhi looked at him — gratitude and uncertainty mixing in her eyes.


They both smiled lightly, they stood closer, but both felt a pull. She felt a warm hug from him even without him offering, she said good night and left the place .  


The next morning arrived with a heavy quiet in the flat.
Anandhi sat at the small dining table, staring at her half-empty tea cup. The events of the previous day still swirled in her mind — Suriya’s confession, the hug, Jeeva’s aggressive proposal, the slap, the argument. Everything felt too fast, too raw. She had barely slept.

She looked up as Jeeva entered the hall, limping slightly for show, his face set with determination.

“In 4 hours we have a flight,” he said without preamble, “we go to Mumbai. We find out the truth about Rahul. If he really left you for another woman, then you have to choose. Me or Suriya. No more waiting.”

Anandhi’s fingers tightened around the cup.


Before Jeeva could answer, Suriya’s door across the corridor opened. He had clearly been listening. He stepped into the flat — calm, composed, wearing a simple T-shirt that stretched across his broad chest.
He said Rohan and Riya awake, let me bathe them and you guys get prepared for leaving. 
Anandhi was surprised and  felt happy to see Suriya himself coming into the picture to take care of kids. 
Jeeva had been doing that for weeks, for instance Jeeva had reminded her of Raul through her actions, but he looked different now.  
“Thank you,” she said softly. Looking at Suriya. 
Suriya gave a small nod. He glanced at Jeeva, then back at her.
Jeeva, meanwhile, had been busy behind the scenes.

With Madhavan’s help, he had set up false testimonies. All with AI. Photos and short video clips were “leaked” — Rahul at a beach shop with a woman, laughing intimately, then near a cheap lodge, entering together. The images were convincing enough — blurred faces, but the height, build, and clothes matched Rahul perfectly. Madhavan had even created fake witness statements from “roommates” and “shopkeepers” who claimed they saw Rahul with his “new girlfriend” multiple times.
All this before they board the flight. 


Suriya took his car and all of them boarded it, Suriya dropped kids at college and he dropped Jeeva and Anandhi to the airport in the next town. 

Before boarding, Suriya catched her hand and said, whatever stays strong, text me, don't worry about kids. I hope you find him or the truth. If something is not desirable, don't worry, remember an idiot who is loving you and waiting for you. Let's figure it out. 


A friendly assurance gave a lot of confidence in Anandhi. She was happy that he is not pushing anything like love dialogues . The practical moral stand to her is what she wanted and Suriya delivered the same. 

Anandhi and Jeeva reached Mumbai, the first place they went to is tRahuls office, 


The office person said Rahul didn't quit company yet, he just vanished without a trace, while staffs say they didn't see anything with a women, a watchman who got handful of money from  madhavan said he had not seen Rahul with any women, but one day in beach he had witnessed him with some women. 

The news was shocking to her. Her trust kept broking, she started witnessing it. but she wanted to believe the women could be a stranger a friend or something or colleague the watchman mistook for. 



Her Mind painted with an image of someone stealing her life and all the love she had been giving him seemed not enough?


Looking at her uneasiness, Jeeva suggested letting them return to the room.

Jeeva as Rahul knows it might hurt her, he could not see her in pain, return to room in taxi was hard, 

She got a message popped up in WhatsApp


It was Suriya, a selfie of kids and him in the house. After all the battle her mind was fighting inside,  the image of kids gave her a smile. Her finger traced the kids and said mom will be there for you even if the world seemed to be on odds. For my kds happiness. When Anandhi and Jeeva reached Mumbai the next day, Jeeva guided her through the “investigation.”

She texted back thanks to Suriya. 


The night was sleepless, Suriya phoned her and they had a brief talk, he explained how he cooked for kids and their favorites. He even came on video call to tell her how kids sleeping with him in bed, Rohan was keeping head on his chest. 


The image made Anandhi feel it had to be a place Rahul needed to be. She was glad that she made the right decision leaving the kids to Suriya. 

Next Morning When she woke up, she saw a video from Suriya, he was making kids bathe in the bathroom, he was getting them ready to take them to college. 
She left a smile. She thanked him in text. 


Hours later, she was on street again with Jeeva. Searching investigation about Rahul. 

At corner of Rahul’s mansion, Jeeva approached a shop and enquired, 

Another mole planted by Madhavan. 

The shop man showed her the photos on his phone — “Look… this is him. With her.”
Anandhi’s hands shook as she scrolled. The images looked real. The pain in her chest deepened.

Jeeva twisted the knife gently.

“There’s no use going to the security officer about this. We can’t turn back time. He chose someone else. He left you with money and a note. It’s over.”

Anandhi stared at the screen — disappointed, heartbroken, the last threads of hope fraying.


The watchman’s testimony and the shop man’s photos make it real. 
Rahul had been in an affair with some women. 
And he left for another woman. 


She asked how Thilaga missed when information was open here. 


Jeeva smartly diverted it like, “Maybe Thilaga knows it. Instead of hurting you with the truth, she warned with vague information and asked you to lead a good life. That’s why she might have hidden it.”




Jeeva manipulated her.

Broken, she decided to leave the place immediately. She felt like she could not breathe there. She wanted to return — return to her kids, return to her place where it was her home.


Hours later, Suriya booked a flight for them. 

She came back from Mumbai even more broken than before.

The flight home was silent. She didn’t speak much. Her eyes were distant, lost in the images of Rahul with another woman.

They took a cab and reached the town. 

When they reached the flat, Suriya was there — kids fed, homework done, the house neat and calm. He greeted them with quiet concern, his presence steady and comforting.

Anandhi looked at him — really looked.
The house suddenly looked like it was ready for another war. 

It reminded her of a challenge, a challenge to choose one among them, if they found Rahul is cheating. 

In that moment, the contrast was stark.
Jeeva — intense, pushing, forcing decisions.
Suriya — patient, practical, giving her space and time.

She didn’t know what to do.

But the seed had been planted.
The plan was moving forward.

[heygiwriter]

Its pretty open now, You can guess what may be next happenings. 

From next chapter story will go through slow seduction

[heygiwriter]

My Sincere apologies if this story is not to the standard of my previous with respect to writing. I wanted the story to be quick one but the characters keep navigating and i need to find some time between other regular works. 

To keep it engaging, let me hear all of your thoughts and expectations

[heygiwriter]

Honestly, I find this story much better as compared to your other two stories. The way you have developed the characters and moved them along with such a fast paced story is commendable.

The fact that we keep coming back every few hours to check for updates just shows how hooked we are.

Can’t wait to dive into the slow seduction!

Not at all Mirna story is my best work for me :) My mind actually stopped getting anything creative post that. Mirna character was so close to me :)

[heygiwriter]

It's a very good story.. only suggestion is why should it be a slow seduction at all.. since her husband has clearly abandoned her even after all her sacrifice and loyalty..Anandhi should herself show initiative to pick a lover

She need a time to accept the change. thats the reason and if she had to go for it before Jeeva/Rahul Vanish, she had to be seduced. slowly step by step so she accept after a point

[heygiwriter]

I think this plot really works because of how well you've paced the story. Interesting choice to describe the setting the way you did. Feels like a breath of fresh air. I can tell you are putting a lot of work into this. Love the way you structured it with such a unique perspective & made it so interesting! You are a great storyteller.

Thanks a lot :)

[heygiwriter]

You're a master at navigating characters around, great job with all of them. My opinion is we should be keep sex or sexual seduction atleast in 1 out of 4 chapters. Until now story is more of emotionally drawing her to a zone which husband wanted, we are almost in a place he handed over to suriya, A wife should get sexually drawn or seducted before completely falling emotionally, she might prove shes intelligent as well, never know. As of now, story is very good, it captivated us without sexual tension. Hoping for more chapters, this shouldn't be a quick story after all that build up but author is supreme, its your story. Your AI images are lit, keep them coming.

Thanks a lot i will try :)

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 44 - A War in the room!


The three of them stood in the flat — the air thick with tension.
Anandhi felt a war-like situation closing in on her.

The sudden realisation that both men wanted to be her better half — her husband — hit her all at once. The thought of competition, the pressure of choice, the fear of hurting one or both… it all flashed before her eyes.

She was not sure how she would respond if either asked for her decision right now.

Rohan and Riya hugged her legs, the kids searching her bag excitedly to see if she had brought anything for them from the day’s chaos.
Jeeva handed them a small toy each — simple plastic cars he had picked up while they roamed the streets earlier. Anandhi was surprised. She was not sure when he had got them. It reminded her sharply of Rahul. He never missed bringing toys whenever he came from Mumbai. She remembered the time he missed his purse in the train, got down at the next station, gave his watch to a vendor, and still managed to buy toys for the kids before reaching home.

This was one reason why she could not ignore Jeeva. Rahul - The man she loved once — and still saw echoes of him in Jeeva. The pull, the care, the small thoughtful gestures… everything matched.


Her admiration for Jeeva lingered for a minute.
Then her focus shifted to Suriya — in seconds — as she witnessed something else.
Suriya came in between them and asked Riya and Rohan politely to go to sleep.

“Mom is tired,” he said gently, kneeling down to their level. “The toy travelled a long distance and needs sleep too.”
Normally her kids would shout if someone tried to take the toy away or ask them to do something else. But today, Suriya made them obey with just gentle talk and a warm smile. No force. No raised voice.


Suriya was putting real effort into gelling with the kids.

A person she could rely on now seemed to be none other than Suriya. He was gentle. He was a savior. He had even asked openly for her hand in remarriage — a new life with the kids. He equally weighed her kids and his own. A perfect gentleman.

Just today she saw him properly — quite muscular, his shirt’s top button opened, giving a glimpse of a hairy chest. Earlier she had seen him shirtless but never with these close observations.

Today, with Rahul confirmed to be in an affair with someone else, her mind didn’t act like one woman who had dignity. For a moment she lost herself between both men.

Suriya picked Rohan up in his arms and carried him to bed. Anandhi watched as he laid the boy down and started telling a simple story in a low, soothing voice. He was putting real effort into making them sleep.

Anandhi went in and joined them.

Jeeva just watched all from the hall.

He felt a heartfelt pang seeing them together.
But jealousy crept in. His male ego didn’t want that to happen.

He stepped into the room and said to Anandhi, “We need to talk.”
He really had nothing specific to talk about. It was just that some part of him didn’t want Suriya to steal these moments. He wanted to spend some time with her.

Suriya looked up — calm but firm.
“Whatever it is, let’s speak another day. She might be tired and exhausted from whatever happened.”

Jeeva didn’t expect the response. He thought Suriya was scoring well.
He went back to his guest room — frustrated.

When Suriya was about to leave the room, Anandhi said softly, “Thanks for everything… and thanks for understanding. 
I’m not in the mood to answer both of your questions right now.”

Suriya nodded. 

He had already decided when Jeeva and Anandhi was in Mumbai, that he needs bypass Jeeva and do his own game to take Anandhi in hand, for some reaons he actually thanked Jeeva inside, as he used to say asking her gentle in marriage would take time but seducing her owning her in bed would quickly push her towards marriage.. 

But if he continues to do as per jeeva's order, he may not get her in his bed anytime soon and he was not sure why Jeeva playing this game. 
He does'nt want to believe, who in the world will ignore a beauty like her. 

He decided to talk things in hand, the first step for it should be bypassing jeeva and having secret meetings and plans with Anandhi. 


he was lost in thought, until Anandhi asked! What? did my answer hurt you?

Suriya said no , i lost in some thoughts

“I know,” you are not in position to answer anyone, and frankly i dont want to hear anything from you apart from you are okay, and you are strong enough to handle it. 

Anandhi got relaxed hearing the exact words from Suriya. 

He said gently. “Tomorrow let’s go out — I mean in the noon. You go to college, I’ll pick you up for lunch.”
Anandhi asked, surprised, “Why?”

Suriya said, “Jeeva is always here hanging around. I have certain plans with respect to his education. and keep him focused on his future.  I don’t see any privacy, especially when we talk about him and we need to plan something for ourselves — I mean for protecting ourselves, the family, and even Jeeva.”


Anandhi hesitated for a second, then said, “Okay.”
Suriya smiled lightly.

“Good night. Sleep well. Tomorrow… lunch.”
Anandhi nodded and went to sleep.

The night was long for all three.

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Chapter 45: Lunch Date and Suriya gets Anandhi in his Seduction plan 

The next morning after they woke up, Anandhi prepared coffee for Suriya and tea for herself and Jeeva. She placed the tea cup on the table near the sofa and went ahead to give the coffee to Suriya in his flat.


Jeeva had followed Anandhi across the corridor after she left with the coffee cup.

Now all three were inside. The other two could sense that Jeeva’s eyes burned with urgency.

Suriya panicked looking at him. He had not spoken anything with Anandhi yet — he had just scheduled a meet with her by lunch — and he feared Jeeva might spoil the plans.

He signalled Anandhi to cut short and go to her flat. Before Jeeva could sense it, 
Suriya said, “Jeeva, come with me. I have a task for you at my gym.”

Jeeva was confused.
Anandhi left in a hurry.

Jeeva, seeing that, said, “I would have asked her a question. Why did you spoil it?”
Suriya said, “Not very much in the morning. Ask by evening. Please,” he pleaded.

Jeeva said, “Okay, let me wait till evening. Suriya, you need to fasten up and seduce her soon.”

Suriya didn’t want to respond to his plans. For some reasons he thought his own plan could work, and only the Jeeva method had been slowing down the entire thing. Suriya conveniently forgot how Jeeva had helped him a lot to get him closer to her.

But Jeeva trusted Suriya fully. All he wanted was for Suriya to take her in a marriage relation and for Anandhi to agree that he must seduce her. It was his plan — a dual love attack would make Anandhi lean on a better, more comfortable person. So Jeeva acted a bit aggressive, but he never knew Suriya was going to slip his control and accelerate himself to own Anandhi. Jeeva had really underestimated Suriya’s needs. He is a man who had no sex for 4 years. And he had a beauty toward him, and he is inside the game.

Hours passed.

Noon arrived.
Suriya successfully kept Jeeva in the gym busy, asking him to tally some accounts. 
He arrived at Anandhi’s college and picked her up in his Ford car.

She was wearing a creamy saree. Suriya looked at her and had a good look. 
She was a gorgeous, beautiful woman who looked better than any young woman. 32 is not old, right? he thought to himself. 
Anandhi noticed and asked, “Why are you blushing?”


Suriya replied, “You look beautiful in this creamy saree. This color is your favorite? I saw too many sarees in the same color.”
Anandhi said, “Yes, you observed me a lot.”

Suriya replied, “I am generally blind towards it, but anything with you, how could I miss it.”

Anandhi felt new, shy, and even odd to hear it from Suriya. Is this a flirt or love language? She was confused. She stayed quiet yet blushing till they reached a popular rooftop restaurant.

The atmosphere was breezy and good. It had a lot of privacy.

Suriya ordered a nice lunch deal with rice and parottas.
They started having lunch with small chattering. Minutes later Suriya opened up.

“Anandhi, the reason I want to speak to you is very important and we have to discuss that in private.”
Anandhi said, “Please continue. We are here in private already.”

Suriya then said, “I don’t want to pressure you about re-marriage. I know it’s not easy for you. Even if you had decided on it, you may have to look at a lot of various other factors before committing to it — like making kids agree to it, coming out strong together in society. I know all of it. Above all, I still know you are not ready to think about re-marriage. These are talks we can speak only after you gave a nod. So I can guarantee you that I won’t push you on it. Even without a marriage bond, I can be with you and take care of my kids. I mean even Rohan and Riya — I already consider them as my kids. Even if you don’t agree to marriage in the near future, I would still continue to act as a father figure.

But we still have age. I’m 34, you are 32. We still have youth. We still have a lot to enjoy together. If you agree to start a family with me and turn our family into 5… it’s up to you to give a final nod on turning that into a legal one. We register ourselves into a marriage so that our kids will get a better future.

I just placed my sincere request. But that’s not what I want to say. I just said all of this to be clear, precise, and to tell what I have planned for us, and clearly telling you I won’t talk about marriage anymore. Maybe in some months I may remind you, but I’m never going to pressure you on it.
Is that clear?”


Anandhi shook her head but said, “I’m also wanted to tell you I have not decided about re-marriage. 
The thought didn’t even arise in my head.”
Suriya said, “I know it very well.”


He continued, “So shall I move to the next part?”
Anandhi said, “Yes.”

Suriya then said, “Even though you said you didn’t think about re-marriage, in the next few weeks, we need to act like a couple.”
Anandhi was confused and shocked at the same moment.

She asked, “Why do we need to act like a couple?”

Suriya said, “Please listen carefully. Jeeva is not looking at the better side of his future or plans. He sticks with you. He wants to marry you. He is not ready to think what society will label you if a 10-year-younger person marries you. 

He is just self-centred. Actually he is a good guy, but your thoughts are destroying him. 
I think it’s just lust. He is complicating it with love. 
As an elder figure, we need to fix him. I know just a single woman cannot handle it — he may force you. 

I fear if he could be a threatening person. If he is someone like Sam or John, I could have beaten him. But he is our person, our relative. He has been here. It’s us who needs to clear his doubt and direct him good.

Anandhi, tell me frankly. Let’s say if his love is very true, not lust, and in case you married him, years later do you think the kids will feel good knowing you married a much younger person? Let’s say we don’t need to care about society cursing about us, but what if it calls out our kids? That case may not arise when we got married or in a relation because we are of almost the same age and I’m elder. In case of him, he is 10 years younger and the kids will have that issue when they grow up.”

It awakened Anandhi, looking at the other end.

Suriya continued, “But the issue is his age. He won’t listen to us, even if we want to enlighten him and teach him what is good and bad.”
Anandhi listened carefully.

She said, “Yes, his age. He was just very proactive and he had been forcing me sometimes.”
Suriya paused and said, “There is one more thing which is very concerning.”



Anandhi asked, “What is that?”
Suriya said, “Promise me you don’t get me bad?”
Anandhi said, “I won’t.”
Suriya said, “Guess where he gets all this confidence?”
Anandhi asked, “Where?”
Suriya said, “I guess it’s coming from you! 

For some reason you allowed him through all these absurdities. Maybe you have a good care for him? Like a brother or even a person you admire. Somewhere he takes all of your care and mistook it as a signal for him to take more advantage in you.”

Anandhi was shocked and asked, “Is it from me?”
Suriya said, “You know the answer better! Whatever you do, you need to reduce it step by step.”

Anandhi intervened and said, “Look at this,” she showed a mobile photo of her old photo with Rahul. Jeeva looked exactly the same.

Anandhi said, “This is one main reason I’m drawn to him. And he too showcases a love that gives me a feel of Rahul. I could not deny it. Maybe I should stop it. Whenever I try to do it, I fear it would hurt him.”

Suriya said, “It will hurt him, but he is not Rahul. He is Jeeva.”

Suriya stretched his hand and caught her hand. Anandhi was confused. She got a smile with the sudden approach from Suriya.
Suriya said, “Why are you smiling?”

Anandhi said, “Why are you taking my hand?”
Suriya said, “No, I just want to hold yours and ask for a promise.”
Anandhi asked, “What?”

Suriya said, “For keeping our dealing secret and maintaining it secret and never let Jeeva know.”
Anandhi asked, “What’s the plan and why we need to plan something. I don’t get it.”

Suriya said, “See, if we want to make Jeeva focus and choose his career, he should not get an idea about you or marrying you. So he won’t keep idle if you say you don’t want to marry anyone, not even me. He will try pushing you and find a reason to stay here.

He will detach from your thoughts and feelings, only when he sees you get into a marriage or love life. I’m proposing you to act with me like a lover.
If my guess is right, he would ask you tonight to choose one among us. Sorry, actually he will push you to choose him.

You pretend you need time. Two days later on Sunday, we pretend like we already fell in love and you chose me before him. He won’t buy it easily. I may need to hug you and maybe kiss lightly to tell him we are a serious couple.”

Anandhi’s eyes raised. “What? Kiss?”

Suriya said, “Just lighter. See, he won’t buy it even if we say we are in love. There has to be something which makes it natural. 
Hug anyone can do. But Kiss is intimate and believable. Don’t worry, I will just bring my lips closer.

He pressed his hand on her hand and assured. 

She was not sure, she said she will think about it but 

Suriya said i wont pressure on you, if you dont want its fine for me, but thats best strategy we can take on his intensity

Once he witnessed it, he would get confused and feel unacceptable, but start accepting that you cannot be his wife.
For the following weeks we need to do some believable acts. Don’t worry, I will guide you. It will be harmless. Safer. I don’t want you to show discomfort before him. I want you to be well prepared.

That’s why I called you here.
Don’t worry, I won’t act anything wild before the kids. Our act only when we suspect Jeeva is around us. Doing before him will make a doubt that we are deliberately doing, so we need to make scenarios like we get caught in the middle of some lovey-dovey.”

Anandhi could not contain a smile. It was strange for her. She was not in a place to say okay or not. She was just looking at him with some unbelievability.

Suriya, looking at her, asked, “Anandhi, do you trust me?”
She looked at him for a few minutes and said, “I have to trust you.”
Suriya said, “Let’s get ready.”

The lunch got over, and they got up to leave. Suriya held her hands. She said, “Jeeva is not around us.”
Suriya said, “Let us have some friendly moments like this, like we get practiced to stay closer, so it would be natural.”

Anandhi just wished Jeeva could stay away from her for his own good. Marriage, lust she is not ready yet, she knows but she agreed only for one thing, that Jeeva's future is safe and secured, focused without her. But she does'nt know Suriya who is holding her hand now, has deeper intentions and schemes and she is already into it. 

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Chapter 47: The Kiss That Broke Everything


On the drive back home, Anandhi sat quietly in the passenger seat, the creamy saree still hugging her curves. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting soft light on her face.

She turned to Suriya and asked, “You said Jeeva might ask me to choose one among you two. You also said let’s push that two days away. Will he be okay with that? How should I react?”

Suriya kept his eyes on the road, voice calm and steady.

“See, I remember you slapping Sam. I remember how you defended yourself from that VIP politician. Who taught you those instincts? They’re still inside you. Just activate them. I guess you’ve become emotionally attached to both of us, so you’re not even ready to think for yourself.”
He reached over and gently caught her hand.

“Trust me. Be yourself. Scold him if you want. Tell him you’re still recovering and not to pressure you into something you haven’t decided yet.”
Anandhi looked down at their joined hands. A quiet realization settled over her — she had become weak in front of these two men who claimed to love her. But to her, Suriya still seemed better. He was gentle, calm, and supportive. Jeeva felt like a storm she couldn’t control.

They picked up the kids on the way back. Jeeva arrived later that evening and saw Anandhi already home.
He didn’t waste time.

“Choose one of us,” he said, voice low and insistent. “Stop dragging this out. I love you. I want you.”
Anandhi exploded.

“What do you think you’re doing? Why do you keep pressuring me? Don’t you see I’m still lost in thoughts? Leave me alone!”
The words hurt her even as she spoke them. She felt a sharp pain in her chest shouting at him, but she trusted Suriya — this had to stop.
Two days passed like a storm.

Anandhi avoided Jeeva at all costs — short answers, quick exits, never meeting his eyes. Meanwhile, she and Suriya had secret meetings. Their lunch dates became regular. Slowly, a real bond started forming. She found herself secretly appreciating his efforts — the quiet way he listened, the patience he showed, the way he never pushed too hard.

Suriya was determinted to make everything appear normal and not to deliberate attempt,
On Friday night under his instruction, Anandhi got prepared and left with Suriya for a marriage event, they took photo together, 

That was the first time Anandhi got a close photograph with any men, she know why t hey are taking this photo suriya had revealed it as he gonna make Jeeva look at it, after 4-5 attempts she looked normal around him and then he put his hand on her and they together took a photo so close. 

Suriya made it his phone wall paper and he made Jeeva to look at it casually.

When Jeeva enquired he said, the couple happened to be common friends for us, like groom is my friend and Bride is her old colleague, so we both went together, nothing much. Jeeva asked how you both look so close. Suriya winked its AI ;)


Sunday came.

The morning as usual, Anandhi prepared coffee and carried a cup to Suriya’s flat. Jeeva followed her silently across the corridor.
This used to be routine. Today was different.

Jeeva was determined. He was ready to corner her and force an answer. He thought this way she would finally choose Suriya and fear him enough to stay away.

Anandhi felt a war-like situation closing in again. The intensity of the last week weighed heavily on her.
Jeeva grabbed her hand the moment they were inside.

“You can’t deny this time or escape. I need an answer. Choose me. Marry me. I can’t leave you alone here. I know Rahul hadn’t touched you in years and you’ve never allowed anyone near you. Why not me?”

Suriya stepped forward — calm, composed.
“Stop it, Jeeva.”

“She already chose me,” he said quietly, looking straight at Jeeva. “She decided to start a life with me. She doesn’t want to hurt you, so she’s been silent. Don’t take advantage of her calmness.”

Jeeva’s expression darkened. This was what he had wanted… but something felt wrong. 

Suriya had moved faster than planned. In his mind he screamed: She is my wife. I planned to give her to you, but you’re stepping over me without even telling me?

He hated how it was unfolding. He wanted to shout “bullshit.” 

Anandhi was pure — she couldn’t choose someone so quickly. They must be lying. Or maybe… he had to push harder. No, this wasn’t the way.

“I don’t believe it,” he shouted sharply. “You two are acting.”

Anandhi looked at Suriya — her eyes searching for a cue.
Suriya met her gaze — steady, reassuring.

Jeeva couldn’t believe Anandhi stayed silent, standing idle.
“Tell me something, Anandhi. Why are you silent?”

Suriya answered for her, “She can’t say it. I told you — she’s just afraid of hurting you.”

“We started liking each other the day she saw Rohan sleeping peacefully on me. When you two were in Mumbai, we had lunch and dinner together every day. We’ve been figuring out how to lead a life soon.”

“No… something is odd here,” Jeeva said, shocked. “How did Suriya hide all this?”

Suriya stepped closer to Anandhi and put his arm around her waist. Their bodies touched. Anandhi just looked at him, saying nothing.

“Look at this,” Suriya said, showing his mobile with daily selfies from their lunches and dinners.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Get ready. Don’t get agitated or shocked and spoil the plan. Trust me to the end, please.”

Anandhi stood like a puppet listening to its master — shock, confusion, and everything crashing together. Her only anchor right now was Suriya standing beside her. From today, Jeeva wouldn’t be a bother anymore, she thought.

Jeeva stared. “Okay… okay, I got it. Are these AI-generated photos?” 
Like one you showed last time. 

Suriya said this is real and that one too is real. 
I just dont want to make you worry. 

Suriya looked fed up. “Jeeva, you’re young. We both don’t want to disappoint or hurt you, but this is on you. Now look carefully — you don’t trust us, right?”

Jeeva said confidently, “No.”
“Will you believe it now?”

Jeeva looked puzzled — confused and suspicious, his face twisting with disbelief.

Before he could respond, Suriya turned Anandhi toward him with one strong arm pulling her flush against his body. He caught her face in both hands, fingers firm on her jaw and cheek, and forced his lips onto hers.

Anandhi’s eyes widened in pure shock — sudden, unexpected, violating.

She didn’t want to kiss back willingly. This was supposed to be an act, a desperate shield to push Jeeva away, nothing more. Her mind screamed no, stop, this is wrong — she was still a married woman, still waiting for Rahul in some buried corner of her heart. Her hands came up weakly, palms pressing against Suriya’s chest, ready to push him away.

But the moment his warm, firm lips pressed against hers, something deep inside her shifted.
Years of untouched longing — nights alone with only her fingers and quiet frustration — surged up like a dam breaking. The heat caught her fast, flooding her body before her mind could fight it. The sexual feeling kicked in hard — strong, overwhelming, undeniable.
Her body responded, betraying her.

Her lips parted slightly, almost against her will, allowing him deeper. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly, softened. Fingers curled into his shirt instead, gripping the fabric as if anchoring herself. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat — low and breathy — as his tongue brushed hers for the first time.

Suriya didn’t hesitate.

He explored her mouth like a rare achievement he had waited years to claim. His tongue pushed past her lips, slow and deliberate, tasting her fully. The warm, slick slide of saliva mixed between them — hers sweet and hesitant, his bolder, claiming. He licked along the inside of her lower lip, savoring the soft, plush texture, then swirled his tongue around hers, coaxing it to dance with his. He sucked gently on her tongue, drawing it into his mouth, tasting every inch — the faint coffee from earlier, the natural sweetness of her, the wet heat that made his own cock twitch hard against her belly.


Anandhi’s mind was in chaos.

This is wrong… I shouldn’t… Rahul… Jeeva is watching…


But her body had already surrendered. The taste of him — masculine, slightly salty, mixed with the lingering coffee — flooded her senses. His tongue licked deeper into her mouth, exploring every corner, licking the roof of her mouth, tracing her teeth, then sliding wetly against her own tongue again and again. Their saliva mingled freely now, slippery and intimate, strings of it connecting their lips when he pulled back slightly only to dive in deeper.


She could feel every detail — the way his tongue curled around hers, sucking, licking, owning. The wet, obscene sounds of their mouths moving together filled the small space. Her nipples hardened instantly under the thin blouse, aching as they pressed against his firm chest. A warm, aching wetness bloomed between her thighs, her pussy clenching involuntarily as heat pooled low in her belly. Her hips shifted closer without her permission, seeking more contact, her body craving the hardness she could feel growing against her.



Suriya’s hand cupped her jaw possessively, tilting her head for better access while the other rested on her waist, fingers digging in just enough to hold her in place. He kissed her like a man starved — deep, hungry licks, slow drags of his tongue over hers, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and biting it gently before plunging back in. More saliva coated their lips and chins, the wet glide making the kiss messier, more carnal.

Anandhi’s resistance crumbled further. Another soft, helpless moan vibrated against his mouth as her tongue finally moved — shyly at first, then with growing hunger — tasting him back. The years without a man’s touch, without being kissed like this, made her body sing. Shame burned in her chest, but the pleasure was stronger, flooding her veins, making her thighs tremble.

When some one see the visual now, it looked like Anandhi had pulled Suriya in for a kiss. 

Jeeva stood frozen a few feet away, watching the entire thing.

His heart twisted violently, a sharp, jagged pain cutting through him. This was his wife — his Anandhi — being kissed so deeply by another man. He saw the way her body softened, the faint moan that escaped her, the way her hips pressed closer. From his perspective, it looked shameless, intimate, real. His own cock throbbed painfully under the chemical storm raging inside him — jealousy and unwanted arousal crashing together in a sickening wave. Pre-cum leaked hotly into his underwear as he stared, unable to look away, unable to stop the scene unfolding before him.

After what felt like an eternity, Suriya finally pulled back, breathing slightly heavier, a thin string of mixed saliva still connecting their lips for a second before breaking.

He looked at Jeeva — eyes calm but firm, almost victorious.

Jeeva’s face was a mask of disappointment and raw pain. He had just witnessed his own wife being kissed so thoroughly, her body responding, a soft moan leaving her lips. He couldn’t face the reality. Without a word, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard behind him.

The sound made Anandhi too look at the door, her mind was in a storm entirely. Her heart felt heavy watching Jeeva leave so broken.

Suriya turned to Anandhi, his voice soft, almost apologetic.


“I’m sorry if that was too much… I’m a very controlled man, but your closeness, your scent, your lips… you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I got carried away.”



The words brought Anandhi back to reality. She touched her swollen, wet lips with trembling fingers — flushed, heart still racing wildly, thighs pressed tightly together from the sudden, shameful rush of wetness between them.


She knew it was supposed to be just an act from Suriya to make Jeeva withdraw. But the way he had explored her mouth — tasting her tongue, licking every inch, sharing their saliva so intimately — had awakened something dangerous inside her. 


No… this just happened unconsciously. Just for today. Suriya got carried away and I… I did too. Let’s stop this from going further.

Yet another voice whispered: Trust Suriya. He won’t take advantage of me. After all, he’s become the only truly reliable person in recent days.


She hit Suriya lightly on the arm, a small, embarrassed laugh escaping as she tried to hide how deeply affected she was.
“You should have informed me prior… Why did you kiss me for real?”

Suriya smiled — warm, genuine, though his eyes still held heat.
“I know. But sometimes words aren’t enough. It had to feel real.”

She whispered, voice shaky, “Please don’t do this again. Let this be the last one.”
Suriya nodded, but deep down he already had bigger schemes ahead.

Suriya’s plan was working.
But for Jeeva, it had only brought unbearable pain.

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Chapter 48: The Line We Crossed


Anandhi stepped out of Suriya’s flat as if the ground beneath her feet had suddenly become unstable. Her creamy saree felt too tight against her skin, her lips still swollen and warm from the kiss. The corridor light flickered faintly above her, casting long shadows that seemed to mock her confusion.

She had barely taken a few steps when she heard Suriya’s quiet footsteps behind her. He followed without saying a word, closing his door with a soft click.
Near her own door, Anandhi stopped abruptly and turned around. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, a storm of guilt, shame, and lingering heat swirling inside her chest.
“We crossed the boundary today,” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady. “We are doing this for his betterment… for Jeeva’s future. Please don’t take advantage of me. I know you love me and you want to marry me, but I’m still with Rahul emotionally. I may need time… Please don’t complicate it. Once Jeeva moves out, we need to stop this act. If… if something real develops between us later, we can speak about it then. But right now… this is only for show. Please understand.”
Her words hung in the air between them. She searched Suriya’s face, looking for reassurance, for any sign that he would respect the line she was desperately trying to draw.
Suriya stood still, his expression calm and composed as always, but his eyes held a quiet intensity that made her stomach tighten. He gave a slow nod, but didn’t speak immediately. The silence felt heavier than any words.
What neither of them knew was that Jeeva had stepped out of the flat just moments earlier.

He had been unable to sit still after witnessing the kiss. The image of Anandhi’s body softening against Suriya, the soft involuntary moan that had escaped her lips — it had torn something deep inside him. The chemical storm raging in his blood only made it worse: arousal and jealousy twisting together into something sickening.

He had come out for fresh air and a cigarette, hoping the night wind would cool the fire in his veins. Instead, he froze near the corner of the corridor when he heard their voices.
He caught every single word.
They had just put on an act…

The realization hit him like ice water. The photos, the sudden closeness, the deep kiss — it was all staged to make him back off. But Suriya had really kissed her. Deeply. Possessively. And Anandhi’s body had responded, even if only for a moment.

Jeeva’s jaw clenched hard. Who wouldn’t try to take advantage of a woman like her? He himself had planted the idea in Suriya’s mind — to seduce her, to make her his. Yet now, hearing them speak like this, something shifted inside him. His original plan resurfaced with painful clarity: he needed to set her up with Suriya for her better future. He couldn’t be selfish. Not with time running out.

Anandhi and Suriya suddenly noticed him standing there in the dim light.
Both of them froze. Fear flashed across their faces — clear, unmistakable. Had he heard everything?

Jeeva quickly masked his expression. He pretended he had just stepped out and hadn’t caught a single word of their conversation. With a forced casual shrug, he muttered, “Couldn’t sleep,” and walked past them toward the stairs, as if he was simply going out for some air.
Suriya and Anandhi exchanged a worried glance, but neither said anything as he disappeared down the corridor.

That night, sleep refused to come to Anandhi.
She lay on her bed in the darkness, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above her. The kiss kept replaying in her mind like a cruel loop — the warmth of Suriya’s firm lips, the slick, intimate slide of their saliva mixing, the way his tongue had explored her mouth so thoroughly, licking, sucking, claiming every corner. She could still taste him. Still feel the heat that had flooded her body against her will.

Shame burned hot in her chest, twisting with something far more dangerous — a lingering spark of arousal that refused to die.
Tears slipped silently down her cheeks.

She turned her face into the pillow and whispered brokenly into the darkness:
“Rahul… why did you cheat on me? Why did you leave me like this? From the bottom of my heart, I still feel you love me… I still believe you will come back for me. No matter what happens, I will wait for you. Please… come back.”
Her soft, muffled cries filled the quiet room, raw and full of longing.

In the next room, Jeeva lay awake, staring at the wall. He heard every sob, every whispered prayer.
His heart twisted violently. She still hadn’t moved on. She was still waiting for him — for Rahul.
The weight of his plan pressed down on him harder than ever before.

Tomorrow, he decided, he would speak to Suriya.

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Chapter 49: The Morning After


Jeeva woke up the next morning with a dull ache in his chest and a familiar heaviness between his legs. The chemical storm never really slept. He rubbed his eyes and walked toward the kitchen, hoping a simple cup of tea would help him steady his thoughts.

What he saw stopped him cold.

Suriya stood directly behind Anandhi in the small kitchen, his tall, muscular frame pressed close against her back in what looked far too intimate to be casual. One of his arms was wrapped loosely around her waist, fingers resting just below her navel, while his other hand rested on the counter near hers. Anandhi was stirring the tea, but her body was tense, her creamy saree pallu slightly disheveled from the closeness.

The scene was undeniably erotic.

Jeeva felt his cock twitch and harden instantly, the chemical reaction betraying him again. But something about it felt… calculated. Too perfect. Too convenient.
He took another quiet step closer.

That was when Suriya leaned in, tilted his head over Anandhi’s shoulder, and captured her lips in a deep kiss from behind.

Anandhi stiffened for half a second, her spoon freezing mid-stir. But she didn’t pull away. Suriya’s mouth moved slowly, deliberately against hers — warm, possessive, tasting her like he had been starving for this moment. His hand on her waist tightened just enough to hold her in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently coaxing hers.

Jeeva could read Anandhi's mind just by looking at her. 

it should be something like this his mind instantly told. 
This is wrong… we said it was only an act… I’m still married… Rahul…

And actually that's the thing happening there. 

She felt it was only an act but her body was already responding. A rush of heat flooded low in her belly. Her nipples tightened against the thin fabric of her blouse. A shameful wetness bloomed between her thighs. She hated how easily her body remembered the taste of him from yesterday — the slick slide of saliva, the confident stroke of his tongue. Her free hand clutched the edge of the counter, knuckles whitening, as an involuntary soft sound escaped her throat.

Jeeva watched from the doorway, jealousy slicing through him like a blade.
My wife…

The sight of Suriya’s lips on hers, the way Anandhi’s body subtly leaned back into him, the quiet little moan she tried to suppress — it all burned. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, pre-cum already leaking as rage and unwanted arousal crashed together. He had planned this. He had pushed Suriya toward her. Yet seeing it happen in real time felt like someone was ripping his heart out.

Anandhi and Suriya suddenly pulled apart, as they had just noticed Jeeva standing there.

Anandhi’s cheeks were flushed deep red. She quickly adjusted her pallu with trembling fingers and said, her voice slightly breathless, “Sorry…we didnt see you, you woke early? see tea is ready for you, Jeeva.”

Suriya turned toward him with a calm smile, though his eyes still held a quiet heat.

“Darling,” he said softly to Anandhi, the word carrying a subtle weight, “come to my house before you take your bath. I’ll help you with something.”

He gave her a small, intimate wink — gentle, but loaded with meaning.

Anandhi felt her stomach flutter nervously. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as a fresh wave of unwanted warmth spread through her core. She nodded quickly, not trusting herself to speak.

Later, when she was alone for a moment, Anandhi pulled out her phone and texted Suriya with shaky fingers:

Anandhi: Hope Jeeva will trust us now and believe us.
Suriya replied almost instantly:

Suriya: That was the hottest scene yet. He won’t suspect anything now. But thank you… your lips, the way you responded — you’re giving my youth back.

Anandhi stared at the message. A strange discomfort settled in her chest. She didn’t like how real it was starting to feel. She didn’t reply.

Meanwhile, Suriya recalled the earlier conversation that morning.


He had come very early and texted Anandhi: “Jeeva might have heard us speaking near the door last day. We need to make a stronger act today.”

He spoke the plan, 

Anandhi listen carefully, the moment i hear the door opening creak sound, i will hug you from behind, be calm and casual, when he steps near me i will kiss you. 

Anandhi: What kiss , i already said no kiss. 

Suriya: We already did once and he is doubting us, we have to do it real and im doing what you asked me, inform you prior and im doing it.

Anandhi looked at him, he said dont worry i will keep this short this time, we pretend we have not seen him and lets kiss, when you feel its longer, pinch me, lets act like we just caught in act and act normal. 

Anandhi looked at him and said keep it short. Dont make obvious noise and have an eye onkids room too, they wont awake now, but lets be cautious. 

he said okay. 

end of their conversation, Anandhi had reluctantly agreed, still torn between guilt and the need to make Jeeva back off.

Suriya knew very well that Anandhi was not truly ready for adultery or a new relationship. But he was determined to slowly induce those thoughts in her — using every method possible.

and it happend exactly like the bothe wanted. 

What Anandhi and Surya doesnt know is, Jeeva has strong doubt now, its too perfect to call out as a drama. Jeeva decided to confront Suriya in the evening when no one around. 

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Evening – The Confrontation

That evening, while Suriya was on a phone call in the corridor, Jeeva approached him.

He waited until the call ended, Suriya noticing it, he put his mobile down, he didnt cut the call but he decided to ask what Jeeva had to say. 

Suriya signaled? anything important you want to speak with me?

Jeeva took a deep breath and then said directly, his voice tight with barely controlled emotion, “I doubt if you two are really acting… or if something is actually happening between you and Anandhi.”

Suriya paused for a moment, then replied with quiet confidence, “I don’t need to prove myself with my Anandhi.”

The words “my Anandhi” landed like a punch.

Jeeva’s fists clenched at his sides. Fury and jealousy surged through him so strongly that his vision blurred for a second. My wife. My Anandhi. The possessiveness in Suriya’s voice made something primal twist inside him.

Suriya continued She is mine, my personal, whatever affair between us is personal, and i don't want you to anymore interfere  in our affair. and i dont wish to continue any conversation regarding this. 

Jeeva felt really bad, on how Suriya had dismissed him, he conveniently forgets how he had helped him to get near Anandhi. 

Jeeva said Okay, all i need to know is, if you two are real, i just want her to start a real family.. if you play around her like getting into just act to shut me, then i need to approach her, i don't need permission, i just need her and i will get her if i need. 

Suriya turned anger and said, she is not an object, she is a human and for the good sake of our friendship you can leave now before my anger goes to my head. 

Jeeva quietly left the place. 


What Jeeva didn’t know was that Anandhi was on the other end of the speakerphone, listening to every word.

When Suriya declared he didn’t need to prove their love — that it was personal — a small, unexpected spark of relief and confidence bloomed inside Anandhi’s chest.


For the first time since the kiss, she felt a strange sense of safety with Suriya. Unlike Jeeva, who kept pushing and declaring he didn’t need permission, Suriya handled it with maturity and strength. She thought, Trusting him might be the right thing.

She didn’t say anything out loud. She cut the call, opened her phone gallery, and looked at Rahul’s photo. Her finger gently traced his image. Deep down, she was torn.

She whispered softly to the screen, “Soon… I will fix this.”

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Chapter 50: The Planned Accident


That same night, after the kids had gone to sleep, Anandhi quietly slipped across the corridor to Suriya’s flat. Her heart was beating fast. She found him waiting, calm as always.

“I’m worried,” she whispered the moment the door closed. “Jeeva is going overboard. He looked so hurt today. What if this is getting too dangerous?”

Suriya gently took her hand and pulled her a little closer, his voice low and soothing.
“He is just testing us. Don’t worry. Maybe we should push a little more… make it look even more real. That’s the only way he will finally believe and leave you alone.”

Anandhi was stunned. Her eyes widened.
“Did you already have a plan?”
Suriya nodded. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered the next step.

“Tomorrow morning, you give him coffee and casually tell him you’re going to give me a towel and soap because I’m having a bath. He will silently follow you — I know he will. Once you reach my bathroom door, knock loudly so he can see you. When he’s watching, I’ll pull you inside and close the door — but not fully. You close your eyes. I’ll drop my towel and become completely nude. He’ll see me, but he won’t see you clearly because you’ll be standing opposite me. He’ll think you saw me naked. Then we kiss briefly… just enough to look real. After a few minutes, you come out with your clothes wet and half-transparent. That should be enough for him to believe how deep we are in this relationship.”

Anandhi’s breath caught. She felt uncomfortable, her cheeks burning.

“But… a kiss again? And wet clothes?”
Suriya’s voice remained gentle, almost reassuring.

“It has to look natural. Wear a simple white saree tomorrow… with a red bra inside the blouse. Once you’re wet, he’ll be able to see the outline clearly. But I promise — I’ll keep it short. Just enough to convince him. Nothing more.”

Anandhi stood there quietly, heart racing. She was uncomfortable, yet she trusted him. She didn’t fully realise what she was about to witness — or how much her own body might betray her again.

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The Next Morning – The Bathroom Scene

The next morning, Anandhi prepared coffee with slightly trembling hands. She carried a cup to Jeeva and said softly, “Here… I need to give Suriya a towel and soap. He’s having a bath.” You wash the cup yourself after sipping she said and left

Jeeva’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. As soon as she left with the towel and soap, he silently followed her across the corridor, staying just out of sight.

Anandhi reached Suriya’s bathroom door. She knocked softly.
The door opened just a crack.

Before she could react, Suriya’s strong hand reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her inside. The door closed behind her — but not completely. A gap remained to make Jeeva see them, but Suriya can be seen more prominently.


Anandhi closed her eyes tightly, as planned, her breathing already quick and shallow.

What happened next was not entirely planned.

Suriya, pretending to reach for the towel she was holding, “accidentally” lost his balance on the wet floor. He stumbled forward with a low grunt. In the chaos, his hand shot out to steady himself — catching first her pallu, then instinctively grabbing the edge of her blouse.
The pallu slipped down sharply, almost tearing. The thin fabric of her blouse gave way under the sudden pull, the hooks popping open with a soft rip. The material parted, revealing a deep, full cleavage and half of her heavy breasts straining against the wet red bra, the upper curves of her areolas peeking shamelessly into view.

At the same moment, the shower curtain slipped further.
Anandhi’s eyes flew open in shock.

She saw Suriya completely naked — his tall, muscular body glistening with water, broad shoulders, defined abs, thick thighs… and his cock, big, thick, and already semi-hard from the tension of the moment, hanging heavy between his legs, veins prominent, the head flushed dark.
Her breath caught in her throat.
… it’s so big……

For the first time in her life, she was looking at another man’s cock — not in a photo or a dream, but right in front of her, inches away, wet and alive. A wave of shame crashed over her. I’m looking at it like a slut… I shouldn’t be staring… I’m married… Rahul… Yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The size, the thickness, the way it twitched slightly under the running water — it was overwhelming.
At the same instant, she became acutely aware of her own state.

Her pallu was half-torn and hanging loosely down her back. Her blouse was gaping open, the red bra now fully exposed, the wet fabric making her erect nipples clearly visible through the lace, half her breasts shamelessly spilling out of the cups. Water from the shower had already soaked her completely, turning the white saree almost transparent, clinging to every curve of her body like a second skin.

She felt horribly exposed. He can see me… half-naked… my breasts are almost out… my nipples are hard… he’s looking at me like this…
Suriya’s eyes darkened the moment he saw her breasts. For the first time, he was seeing them — full, heavy, creamy-white with a faint pink flush, the nipples stiff and begging for attention. A raw hunger flashed across his face, quickly masked, but not before Anandhi caught it. His cock twitched visibly, growing thicker and harder in front of her eyes.

He quickly caught her waist with both hands to “balance” both of them. His palms were large and warm against her wet skin, fingers almost brushing the underside of her exposed breasts, nearly caressing the soft, heavy curves that were spilling out.
Water from the shower poured over them in a steady cascade, soaking her creamy saree completely. The thin fabric turned completely transparent, clinging to every curve — her red bra now clearly visible, nipples hardened into tight peaks from the cold water and the sudden rush of adrenaline and shame.

Anandhi stood frozen, breathing fast and shallow, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Her pallu was half-torn and hanging loosely, her breasts almost fully exposed, the wet red bra doing almost nothing to hide them.
Suriya whispered urgently, his voice low and husky against her ear, “It happened accidentally… but it’s perfect. He might see how deep we are in this relationship. Let’s make it look even more real.”

Before she could protest, he pulled her fully under the shower stream. Water cascaded over both of them in sheets. He leaned in and kissed her deeply — warm, wet, possessive. Their lips moved together, tongues brushing, saliva mixing under the running water. His hands stayed on her waist, thumbs slowly stroking the soft skin just below her breasts, almost but not quite cupping them.

Anandhi’s mind screamed stop, but her body reacted again. Heat pooled low in her belly. Her nipples stiffened painfully against the wet bra. A shameful wetness bloomed between her thighs despite the shower. The feel of his hard cock brushing against her stomach through the thin wet fabric made her thighs tremble.

After a long, intense minute, she pushed him away, tears mixing with the water on her face.

She rushed out of the bathroom, clothes completely soaked and transparent, pallu slipping, red bra clearly visible, hair wet and messy, breasts heaving with every breath.



Jeeva, who had been watching from the corridor, saw everything clearly. He didn’t miss the tears mixed with the water on her face. He knew that look on his wife’s face — it was sorrow, not just embarrassment. He wanted to beat Suriya for forcing her into his schemes. But then the cruel reminder hit him: Isn’t this what I wanted?


He calmed himself with great effort. Let him take her fully. But he felt heavy realising Anandhi’s turmoil. He didn’t miss her emotional breakdown on the other side.

Anandhi felt intense guilt crashing over her, mixed with an unwanted, throbbing arousal that refused to fade. She spent the rest of the day avoiding both men, her mind in turmoil.

In the afternoon, when she was finally alone, she sat quietly with Rahul’s photo in her hands. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she traced his face with her finger.

“I let another man kiss me… touch me… and my body responded again,” she whispered brokenly. “I’m so sorry, Rahul… But it’s just an act… right?”
She also wondered how such contrasting behaviour was happening. Two men wanted her. One seemed forceful, yet nothing had really happened between them (Jeeva). The other seemed supportive, understanding, gentle, and a big protector — but things were sexually happening only between her and the protector.

She could not understand why, or what she was missing.

Yet deep down, she also felt a strange, growing sense of safety with Suriya — he was calm, he wasn’t forcing her the way Jeeva was. That realisation scared her more than anything. The thought of too much dependency and trust on a man who wanted her, with whom she was crossing too many boundaries, terrified her.

The seed had been planted.
Despite everything, she was still inside his zone. Inside his plan.

She was slowly starting to trust Suriya more than she wanted to admit.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 51: The Resort Plan


The next day at college, Anandhi moved through her classes like a ghost. Her mind kept drifting back to the bathroom — the accidental slip of her pallu, the shocking sight of Suriya’s naked body, the way water had made everything transparent, the deep kiss under the shower. She felt a constant low hum of guilt mixed with an unwanted warmth that refused to leave her body.

At lunch time, as usual, Suriya picked her up in his car. They drove to their regular rooftop restaurant and sat at their usual table. Anandhi couldn’t face him. From morning onward she had barely looked at him, her eyes fixed on her plate or the view outside.
Suriya watched her for a long moment, then spoke gently.

“I won’t apologise for the accidents. It happened just like that.”

Anandhi finally looked at him, her eyes filled with a storm of emotions. Before she could say anything, a familiar voice cut through the air.
"Hello fake love birds"

Both of them turned, shocked.
Jeeva stood at their table, calm but with an intensity in his eyes. He pulled out a chair and sat down uninvited.
Suriya’s jaw tightened slightly. “How are you here?”
“I saw the photos you once showed me. I knew about this place. Thought you two would be here.”

Jeeva ignored him and looked straight at Anandhi.
“I saw how down you’ve been since yesterday. He forced something on you — I can sense it. Anandhi, just tell me honestly… did this man behave badly with you?”

Anandhi was torn. Should she say it was an accident (which would reveal their plan)? Or make up a different reason for her dullness? Her mind went blank. She couldn’t think of anything clever.

She immediately said, “Nothing… he is my would-be. It’s just a moment of disagreement.”
Jeeva looked at both of them, his expression softening a little.

“See? You two mistake me. Yes, it’s true — I wanted Anandhi to marry me. But if she loves you, I’m okay with that. It has to be genuine. It has to be sincere. It has to be consented, not forced. I got a different feel yesterday, so I volunteered to question you.”
He looked at Suriya.

Anandhi, sensing the rising tension, quickly added, “Whatever is between us is between us. You please stay away.”
But she couldn’t deny it — even though Jeeva looked harsh from the outside, he had thought about her emotions and preferences. A small part of her wanted to thank him, but she couldn’t.

Jeeva then asked her directly, “What makes you delay marriage?”
Anandhi blinked. “Why… what marriage?”

Jeeva said, “Yes. He has been sincere. He saved you many times secretly, without expecting anything back. He scored above me. I understand why you love him.”

He showed her videos on his phone — old footage of Suriya beating John and the others, the silent protection he had given her for years.
The old stories flashed inside Anandhi’s mind. She looked at both men — one who had been forceful but nothing had happened, and the other who had been supportive, understanding, gentle, and a big protector. Her eyes locked on Suriya in a quiet, thankful way.

Suriya cut the conversation short. “Thanks for speaking out, but we are fine and good. We hate interference from anyone. Let’s just have food.”

Suriya and Anandhi never gave a time for him to speak further, they cut short him , kept him at distance and avoided him. 

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That Night

The night came. Jeeva found a quiet moment and said to Anandhi, “I want to speak with you.”
Anandhi hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”

They stood in the corridor. Jeeva spoke softly but firmly.

“Remarry. Marry Suriya quickly. I just have a few more days before I reach abroad. I wish to see you getting married.”

The continuous talks about her private life and better half irritated her. 

Anandhi could not control herself anymore. 

She shouted at him, “What do you think of me? Do you think I cannot stand on my own feet? Do I always need a man to share my life and bed? Because of you, I’m doing all these unwanted things. Shit!”

A slip from Anandhi, casually landed, she realised and shocked. 

The cat was finally out. 

Anandhi had indirectly admitted she had been doing all this just to avoid him.

She panicked, thinking he would corner her again and ask for a chance. 

but to her surprise, Instead, Jeeva looked at her with surprisingly calm eyes and spoke, “I knew this already. You two are acting. I hate this even more, but I have less time. You won’t understand my worry and feeling.”

She saw him scared imagining what would be his next 

He caught her hand gently.

“Suriya is best for you. He is gentle, calm. He loves you. He takes care of the kids.” so Say yes to him. 

The sudden change in his tone and thoughts, really surprised her. She looked at him and asked, why are you speaking like this as you are really caring for me.. 

 “Where was this Jeeva all these days?”

He said quietly, “I was always there. But I got into the heat. The heat of sexual thoughts on you blinded me. (He wanted to tell a believable reason) 

Now as the days near, I see the larger picture. 

Trust me — you need to move on with Suriya. Say yes to his proposal and marry him. 

But you guys are faking it. 


Anandhi said no no you misunderstood, we are truly lovers, we are marrying. 

Stop this act. 

I never saw any real love in your eyes or his eyes, even the kisses are fake. and that bathroom drama, ahve you ever said me what you gonna do after giving me coffee? you did that day, that's a deliberate attempt. 

okay lets agree you and him are loving each other. 

I need to see one true moment between you two. Once I see that, I won’t even ask for marriage between you two. 
I will just catch the flight and leave this place for pursuing my career.”

Hope you understand, i don't want you to marry immediately if you fear of society or some other factors, at-least i need something strong like you are in safe hand like a real men or love for yourself. as i could not see it i urgue you to marry him.

If you marry him early thinsg will go smooth , marry him make it legal. 

Anandhi listened silently. She said softly, see i love him truly and he too. but the thing is i cannot think of marriage. “I could not move away from thoughts of Rahul. I could not give his space to anyone…”

this is what pulls me down. 

She genuinely answered it and looking out for a clarity from Jeeva, like their good old days. 

Jeeva replied, “You need to give that space — for yourself. You need to give that space for Suriya and try. You always stuck here in this place. Same place same happenings, First we need to move from this place for a trip, use that place for having new moments with suriya. 

I already thought about this. 

He showed her the booked tickets and hotel reservation on his phone.

“I have booked a trip for us to a nearby hill station resort — this Friday to Sunday. Let’s go there and enjoy. I will take care of the kids. I will spend time with them. You spend time with Suriya. When I see you two as a real thing, I promise I will leave immediately in the next couple of days.” if i dont feel anything closer between you too exactly on the day of departure to abroad i will stay here, wont move. 


Anandhi looked at him for a long moment. Then she said, “Okay. Let’s give it a try about marriage. You promise me you will leave the place for your own good and career if you see our love for real?okay?”

“Yes,” he said.

Anandhi decided she needed to speak with Suriya — to plan something good for him.
She was unaware of what Suriya would plan when he heard this.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 51: The Resort Plan - continuation

That same night, after the kids had gone to sleep, Anandhi quietly called Suriya from her room. Her voice was low and tense.
“Jeeva just spoke to me. He has booked a trip for all of us to a hill station resort — this Friday to Sunday. He wants to see us as a real couple. He said if he sees genuine love between us, he will leave immediately for abroad and never interfere again.”
There was a short silence on the other end.
Suriya’s voice came through, calm but with a quiet edge of excitement.
“Just two days to go for the trip. Let’s plan something… something that will finally convince him.”
Anandhi’s stomach tightened. She didn’t like how eager he sounded, but she had already crossed too many lines. She simply said, “Okay,” and ended the call.

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The Next Morning
The next morning, Suriya found a private moment with Anandhi while Jeeva was busy with the kids.
He spoke softly, his eyes steady on hers.
“Let’s consider this trip as a real moment for us. Like in foreign countries, where a date is a good option to know each other better. We will stay in the same room. We will go around together. You will get to know me better.”
Anandhi was not interested. The thought of sharing a room, of being alone with him for three days, made her nervous. But she forced herself to nod.
“Okay… only to act before Jeeva.”
Suriya smiled faintly, but his eyes held something deeper — a quiet hunger he was careful not to show too openly.

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The Journey
Two days passed in a blur of preparation. On Friday morning, they all boarded Suriya’s car for the 12-hour drive to the hill station resort.
The journey was long and quiet. The kids played in the back seat. Anandhi sat in the front passenger seat, occasionally glancing at Suriya’s hands on the steering wheel. Jeeva sat behind, watching everything with a heavy heart.
They reached the resort as the sun was setting. It was nestled in the middle of the hills, isolated and peaceful. The resort itself looked unusual — each room was designed like an elevated tomb, with the front face made entirely of glass. Because of the scheduled private zone, no outsiders could see inside unless invited. The glass walls offered complete privacy… or complete exposure, depending on whether the curtains were drawn.
The first night, they settled in. The kids and Anandhi chose one tomb. Jeeva and Suriya stayed in another.
After dinner, Jeeva and Suriya had a quiet talk outside their tomb.
Jeeva spoke first, his voice low and urgent.
“Utilise this moment. Marry her quickly. I need to see you two as a real couple before I leave.”
Suriya listened calmly, but his deeper intention was clear in his mind. He replied, “Just inform her in the morning. If I cannot see real love between you two by the end of this trip, I might change my mind as soon as we reach back to town.”
Jeeva looked confused but nodded. “Okay.”
Suriya then added with a small smile, “I will challenge you something… and you need to challenge me back.”
Jeeva was puzzled. “What kind of challenge?”
Suriya didn’t explain further. He simply said, “You’ll see.”
Jeeva agreed, though a strange unease settled in his chest.