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Chapter 52: The Challenge

The next morning at the hill station resort, the group split naturally. Jeeva took the kids to explore the nearby park and play area, giving them space to run around and enjoy the fresh mountain air. Anandhi and Suriya walked together along the quiet, winding paths lined with tall trees and wildflowers.

Anandhi felt increasingly nervous as they walked along the quiet, winding path that snaked through the resort gardens. The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and wildflowers, but she barely noticed it. Suriya stayed very close — closer than she was comfortable with. His hand occasionally brushed against hers as they walked side by side, sending small electric jolts up her arm. When the path narrowed between two flowering bushes, his arm slipped lightly around her waist to guide her, the warmth of his palm pressing through the thin fabric of her creamy saree. His voice was low and intimate as he pointed out small things — a bright orange bird perched on a branch, a cluster of purple wildflowers blooming beside the path — each comment soft, almost tender.

Every sudden closeness made her heart race. Her breath would catch for a second, and she would feel a strange flutter low in her belly. She started feeling odd about the entire dynamic. Suriya’s affection was gentle, persistent, and patient — nothing like the fiery, passionate intensity she had once known with Rahul in their early days. Rahul had been bold, teasing, full of laughter and sudden hugs that felt like home. Suriya’s touches were careful, almost reverent, like he was savouring every second. It felt… different. Too steady. Too real. Too fast. She didn’t know how to slow it down.
They passed a small souvenir shop tucked beside the path — a quaint wooden stall selling handmade mountain jewellery, scarves, and small wooden carvings. Suriya stopped and gently guided her inside. The shop was empty except for an old lady dozing behind the counter. He picked up a delicate silver anklet with tiny bells and held it near her ankle, his fingers lightly brushing her skin as he imagined how it would look on her.
“Would look beautiful on you,” he murmured, his voice low. “The sound would be soft… like you.”
Anandhi felt her cheeks heat up. The casual intimacy of the gesture made her stomach twist. Rahul used to buy me anklets too… but he would make me wear them right there and then, laughing while he tied them. Suriya’s touch was different — slower, more deliberate. It felt caring, but also possessive in a way that made her feel oddly exposed. She couldn’t fit him into the space Rahul once occupied in her heart. Rahul’s love had been loud, playful, and familiar. Suriya’s felt quiet, steady, and dangerously comforting. The contrast made her feel strange — almost disloyal.
They continued walking. A little further ahead, they reached a small open play area where children were running around on the grass. Suriya’s eyes softened as he watched them. He stopped and stood close behind her, his chest lightly brushing her back as he pointed out a little girl laughing while chasing a ball.
“Look at her joy,” he said softly, his breath warm against her ear. “Kids need that kind of happiness every day.”
His hand rested lightly on her shoulder, thumb tracing a small circle. The closeness, the gentle tone, the way he spoke about the kids — it all felt too natural. Too husband-like. Anandhi’s heart raced again, but this time it was mixed with a deep, uncomfortable ache. Rahul used to talk about our future like this… planning picnics, imagining the kids running around us. Suriya was filling that space too easily, too smoothly. She felt odd — like she was betraying Rahul’s memory by letting someone else’s affection feel this comforting. Yet she couldn’t deny the strange safety she felt standing there with him. It scared her how quickly her body and mind were starting to accept his presence.
Every gentle touch, every low word, every caring glance made her feel more conflicted. She didn’t know how to slow it down. She didn’t know how to push him away without hurting the plan. And worst of all, she didn’t know why a small part of her didn’t want to push him away at all.

She pushed herself away from him, moving a inch away from their closness, she mainained a distance when noon arrived, they stood apart but stand in same place, Suriya thought something got into her so he gave her the space. 

By noon, Jeeva returned with the kids, who immediately ran off to the small playground near the tombs, their laughter echoing across the quiet hill. He looked at both Anandhi and Suriya with a tired but sharp expression, his eyes scanning their faces for any sign of discomfort or closeness.

“You two look tired,” he said, voice edged with mockery. “Where did you go this morning?”
Suriya answered calmly, without missing a beat. “We are just creating moments.”
Jeeva let out a short, mocking laugh that cut through the mountain air.
“She always maintains a distance. Almost one day is going to end, and you are still warming up. At this rate, I might have to change my mind when we return home.”
Suriya’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice stayed composed, almost dangerously steady.
“Kiddo, we may look old-fashioned and distant outside… but let me challenge you, if you dare.”

Anandhi’s heart skipped a beat. A cold wave of fear washed over her. She looked scared, her fingers instinctively tightening around the edge of her saree pallu.

Suriya continued, his tone low but firm.
“Dare to check on us. Come to my tomb tonight. See us in action.”

Anandhi was shocked. Her breath caught in her throat. She instinctively caught Suriya’s hand, her fingers tight with fear, nails digging slightly into his skin. What is he doing? This is too much… unwanted one, not at all necessary… Suriya gave her a subtle hint with his eyes — Don’t worry. Trust me.
Jeeva raised an eyebrow, a mix of suspicion and dark curiosity flashing across his face.

“Oh, challenge? The tomb curtains are generally covered, so you are suggesting it, right?”
Suriya replied with a small, confident smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“I will just move a 1-inch gap for you. My darling hates people seeing us, but you are complete nonsense — you are not giving us privacy anyway. We treat it like a dog or cat watching us. But once you see us, you need to immediately go abroad. Deal?”

Jeeva stared at him for a long, heavy moment. The air between the three of them felt thick with tension. Finally, he nodded slowly.
“If you truly show something that proves you two are real close… I will withdraw and move to abroad by Wednesday. Deal.”

Anandhi stood frozen as Jeeva walked away toward the playground. The moment he was out of earshot, she turned to Suriya, her voice trembling with panic.
“I am not in for this.”

Suriya looked at her calmly, his expression gentle but resolute.
“It’s a staged act. Let’s close this once and for all. One last attempt to shut him.”

Anandhi was tense, her heart hammering against her ribs. She asked, almost whispering, “How are you going to pull it off?”
Suriya leaned closer, his voice low and steady, his breath brushing her ear.
“Let’s go nude under the bedsheet for the night.”

“What?!” Anandhi screamed softly, her eyes wide with disbelief and horror. Her hand flew to her mouth as if she could take the word back.
She was just a few inches away from seeing the reality of what Suriya was planning.

Would she see it?
Would she allow it?

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Chapter 53: Suriya Convince Anandhi with a heart to heart open talk


The sun had dipped behind the hills, painting the resort in soft orange and purple hues. The kids were already asleep in their tomb after a long day of playing. Anandhi stood outside Suriya’s tomb, arms wrapped tightly around herself, the cool mountain breeze doing nothing to calm the storm inside her chest.

Suriya stepped out, his expression calm but serious. He could see the fear and reluctance in her eyes. He gestured gently toward the small wooden bench near the glass wall of his tomb.

“Come. Sit with me for a moment.”

Anandhi hesitated, then sat down, keeping a small distance between them. Her creamy saree felt too thin in the night air.

Suriya looked at her for a long moment, his voice low and sincere.

“Anandhi… I know you’re scared. I know this is all moving too fast for you. I’m not here to force you into anything you don’t want. I respect you — more than you can imagine. You’re not just a beautiful woman to me. You’re a mother who has carried everything alone for years. You’re strong, dignified, and loyal even when the world has been unfair to you. I see you as someone who deserves to be cherished, not used.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. His eyes were gentle, but there was a quiet intensity behind them.

“I see you as the woman I want to protect. Not just for today, but for the future. I know you still carry Rahul in your heart. I’m not asking you to forget him. I’m only asking you to let me stand beside you while you heal. That’s why this act is important. Jeeva is not going to stop unless he truly believes we are real. If we don’t push harder tonight, he will keep pressuring you, keep doubting, keep interfering in your life. You deserve peace. The kids deserve stability. And I… I want to give you both.”

Anandhi’s eyes welled up. His words were logical, respectful, and strangely comforting. She felt the weight of his sincerity. For the first time, she didn’t feel like she was being pushed — she felt like she was being seen.

Suriya continued softly, “We already crossed some lines by accident in the bathroom. You saw me fully. I saw you half-naked. The damage is done. If we stop now, Jeeva will think it was all fake. But if we go one step further tonight — under the bedsheet, truly nude but hidden from his eyes — he will finally believe. He will see movement, he will hear us, he will think we are making love. That’s all we need. One strong moment to convince him. After that, he will leave. You will be free.”

Anandhi’s heart pounded. She looked down at her hands, voice barely a whisper.
“I… I’m not ready for this. It feels wrong. I feel like I’m betraying Rahul every time I let you close.”

Suriya nodded, his expression full of understanding.

“I know. And I respect that more than anything. I won’t look at you if you don’t want me to. We will stay completely under the bedsheet. We will remove our clothes there, throw them aside when Jeeva is watching, and act like we are making love. You can keep your eyes closed the whole time. I will stay on my side. No touching unless you allow it. This is only to end the drama once and for all.”

Anandhi sat in silence for a long time, her mind racing. The logical reasons piled up — Jeeva’s pressure, the kids’ future, her own exhaustion from the constant tension. She was tired of fighting. Tired of the guilt. Tired of feeling stuck.

Finally, she whispered, her voice shaking, “Okay… but only if you promise you won’t look at me. We stay under the bedsheet. You stay away. No one sees me nude. Not even you.”

Suriya nodded immediately, his voice gentle.
“I promise. I won’t look. We stay under the sheet. This is only to make him believe. Nothing more.”

Anandhi felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. She had agreed. Reluctantly. Fearfully. But she had agreed.


Suriya watched her carefully for a moment, sensing her lingering hesitation. He leaned in just a little closer, his tone still soft but practical.

“Anandhi… to make it look real, I will have to be on top of you — like in missionary position. We need to enact the movement. I will look straight into your eyes, not anywhere else. We can kiss while we do it. That will look the most natural… the most believable. I promise I will keep my eyes on yours the entire time. Nothing else.”

Anandhi’s breath hitched. The image flooded her mind — lying under the sheet, completely naked, Suriya’s body hovering over hers, their eyes locked, lips touching. It felt dangerously intimate. Too close. Too real. Her cheeks burned with shame and a strange, unwanted flutter low in her belly.

She stared at her hands, voice barely audible.

“…Only if you keep your eyes on mine. No looking anywhere else. And we stay completely under the sheet. No one sees anything.”
Suriya gave a slow, understanding nod.

“Only eyes on yours. I promise.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, the plan settling between them like a heavy blanket. They rehearsed the sequence quietly — the timing, the sounds they would make, how they would remove their clothes under the sheet, how they would move to look like they were making love. It felt clinical on the surface, but the reality of what they were about to do hung thick in the air.

They decided the time would be 10:00 PM. They expected Jeeva to arrive anytime after that.

Anandhi’s heart pounded as the clock ticked closer. She kept telling herself it was just one final act. One last performance to end the drama forever. But deep down, a quiet voice whispered that the line between acting and reality was becoming dangerously thin.

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Chapter 53: The Staged Night


They noticed Jeeva arriving near the tomb just after 10 PM.

Suriya moved the curtain exactly one inch, creating a narrow vertical slit of visibility. He turned off the main lights, leaving only a single small bedside lamp glowing dimly. The room was now bathed in soft, golden half-light — enough to give a clear idea of shapes and movement if someone focused, but still veiled in shadow. Every color, every curve of skin, every strand of hair could be seen if one strained their eyes.

Jeeva stopped outside. He opened his phone, turned on the flashlight, and pointed it toward the gap, announcing his presence without words.

Suriya smirked the moment he spotted the light. He leaned close to Anandhi’s ear and whispered, “Showtime, kiddo.”

He pulled her into his embrace and sealed a hungry, lip-to-lip kiss. This one was deeper and hungrier than any he had given her before — his mouth claiming hers with raw need, tongue sliding past her lips, tasting her fully. Anandhi’s hands came up instinctively, resting on his chest, but she didn’t push him away.
They were standing near the head of the bed. 

He pulled her into his embrace and sealed a hungry, lip-to-lip kiss. This one was deeper and hungrier than any he had given her before — his mouth claiming hers with raw need, tongue sliding past her lips, tasting her fully. Anandhi’s hands came up instinctively, resting on his chest, but she didn’t push him away.

They were standing near the head of the bed. With one swift pull, Suriya removed her pallu and let it drop to the floor. Anandhi, following the plan, quickly unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers trembling slightly as she pushed it off his shoulders.
God, his chest… she thought, eyes flickering over the broad, hairy expanse of his manly chest. The dark hair curled across his pectorals, trailing down in a thick line toward his abdomen. It felt so different from Rahul’s smoother, leaner frame. Masculine. Mature. Intimidating. A fresh wave of nervousness hit her. I’m undressing another man… this is really happening…
Suriya’s breath hitched as he watched her fingers work. Finally… she’s touching me. The sight of her delicate hands on his shirt, the way her breasts rose and fell under the blouse, sent a surge of heat straight to his groin. His cock twitched hard inside his V-cut brief. He had waited years for this moment — years of silent longing, years of watching her from afar. Now she was here, in his arms, willingly undressing him for the plan. He forced himself to stay controlled, but the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.
He reached for her blouse next, unbuttoning it slowly, one button at a time. The fabric parted, revealing the red bra underneath. His gaze darkened as he saw the full, heavy swell of her breasts straining against the lace, nipples already faintly visible through the thin material.
Anandhi’s face burned with shame. He’s looking at me… he’s seeing my breasts… She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet a traitorous heat bloomed between her thighs.
Suriya slid the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall. Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her petticoat and pulled it down her legs. The petticoat pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it, now standing before him in nothing but her red bra and panties.

Suriya’s cock was rock-hard now, straining visibly against the front of his V-cut brief. The thick outline was impossible to ignore.

Anandhi’s eyes flicked downward for a split second before she forced them away. Oh no… it’s so big… so hard… Her face was inches from it as she bent slightly to help him. The masculine scent of him, the heat radiating from his body, the way the fabric tented obscenely — it made her feel dizzy. I’m looking at another man’s erection… I feel like a slut… what am I doing?

Suriya noticed her quick glance. A surge of dark satisfaction ran through him. She saw it… she saw how much I want her. He kept his voice steady. “Keep going… we need to make it look real.”

He pulled her closer and kissed her again, deeper this time, while his hands reached behind her to unhook her bra. The clasp gave way.
She stopped him, not here i feel shy he may see it. 


Suriya raised his voice just enough for Jeeva to hear outside.
“Buddy, my wife is a bit shy. We will do the rest under the bedsheet.”

He kissed her again, deeper this time, as they moved onto the bed. As planned, he came on top of her and covered both of them with a thin white bedsheet. 

First, he unhooked her bra with careful fingers. The red bra came away, and her full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already tight from the cool air and tension. He didn’t look — he kept his promise, eyes locked on hers — but for the initial moment, he could feel the soft weight brushing against his bare chest. as he was adjusting there. 


Anandhi’s face burned with shame. My breasts are bare under the sheet… he can feel them against him… She felt horribly exposed, even though the sheet hid everything from Jeeva’s view.

Suriya then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs in one smooth motion. She helped him, kicking them off under the sheet. Now she was completely naked beneath him.

Anandhi’s heart pounded. I’m naked… completely naked under the sheet with another man… She struggled not to think about how close his body was, how vulnerable she felt.

Suriya removed his own V-cut brief last, pushing it down and throwing it outside the sheet so Jeeva could see it land.
Now both were fully nude under the thin white bedsheet.

Anandhi was murmuring under her breath, “Look only at my eyes… only my eyes…”
Suriya obeyed, keeping his gaze locked on hers. He made sure there was still a visible gap between their bodies under the sheet so it wouldn’t look too obvious from outside.

Anandhi was smiling nervously inside, thinking how simple and safe the plan was — no real skin contact, no crossing the final line. She felt relieved that she wasn’t being forced into anything slutty.

“Now let’s start,” Suriya whispered.

They began faking it 



Under the thin white bedsheet, Suriya started the rhythmic movement first — slow, deliberate rocking of his hips, the kind that would look like deep, passionate thrusting from outside. The sheet shifted and rippled with each motion, creating convincing shadows and outlines for anyone watching through the small gap in the curtain.

Anandhi followed his lead, her body tense and awkward at first. She let out soft, breathy moans — trying to make them sound natural, but they came out shaky and uncertain. Her hands rested on his shoulders, fingers digging in lightly as she moved her hips in sync with his, lifting and lowering in a simulated rhythm of lovemaking.



Suriya’s jaw was clenched with effort. He kept his promise — his eyes locked on hers the entire time, never drifting down to her naked body. But inside, his mind was on fire.


She’s moving under me… her breasts are brushing my chest… her moans are so soft…

He could feel the heat radiating from her core, so close to his throbbing cock. It took every ounce of control not to close the gap, not to press himself against her wetness. His erection was painfully hard, the head occasionally grazing her inner thigh when their movements synced too perfectly. He wanted her — badly — but he stuck to the plan, keeping the gap clear so it would look convincing from outside without crossing the final line.

From the narrow opening in the curtain, the scene looked intensely real. The sheet rose and fell with their rhythmic motions. Soft, muffled moans escaped — Anandhi’s breathy and hesitant, Suriya’s low and guttural. The dim light cast their silhouettes clearly enough: two bodies tangled together, moving in the unmistakable rhythm of sex.

Jeeva watched, his flashlight beam steady on the gap. His face was pale, his hand gripping the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. The sight burned into him — his wife under another man, moaning, moving, giving herself in the most intimate way. The chemical storm inside him made his own cock throb painfully in response, even as jealousy tore through his chest.
Under the sheet, Anandhi’s mind was a whirlwind.

Suriya whispered against her lips between fake moans, his voice barely audible, “Keep going… make it look real… he’s still watching.”

Anandhi nodded weakly, letting out another soft moan as she moved her hips in time with his. Her hands slid down his back, fingers pressing into his muscles as if anchoring herself.

The fake lovemaking continued — rhythmic, convincing, agonizingly intimate.
From outside, it looked like two lovers lost in passion.

Inside the sheet, it was a careful dance on the edge of something far more dangerous.

But it did'nt last like they thought. 

Jeeva watched from the narrow opening, his face pale. He realized there was still a visible gap between them under the sheet. That moment gave him a better idea of what happening, a drama to make him believe they were a thing.. 

A bitter laugh escaped him inside. 


Even after all these dramas, she never allows him fully. He felt partly happy that Anandhi was still protecting some boundary. But the kids were sleeping alone, and the thought made him uneasy. He decided to ignore the rest of their “performance” and go back to check on them.


He dropped his phone on the ground and walked away urgently toward his own tomb.

Suriya and Anandhi noticed the flashlight beam disappear. Both of them let out a heavy, relieved laugh under the sheet.
“Finally… he’s gone,” Anandhi whispered, smiling.

Suriya laughed softly too. “Yes… our plan worked.”
In that moment of shared relief, Suriya casually shifted his weight and fell fully on top of her, closing the deliberate gap between their bodies.
Their bare skin touched completely for the first time.

Anandhi was still smiling, thinking everything was fine — until she felt it.
Suriya’s hard, thick cock was now pressed directly against her entrance, hot and throbbing. With a slight, almost accidental adjustment of his hips, the head nestled right between her wet folds.

Anandhi’s smile froze.

She realised with shocking clarity that they were no longer acting.

Their bodies were fully naked, tangled together under the thin white sheet, skin against skin, his cock resting intimately against her most private place.

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Chapter 54: The Line That Disappeared, Anandhi finally gets fucked.


Their bodies were fully naked, tangled together under the thin white sheet, skin against skin, his cock resting intimately against her most private place.


Suriya looked into her eyes, his gaze steady and intense. He placed a quick lip-to-lip kiss on her mouth — soft, almost tender. Anandhi was lost in the reality of the moment, her mind still reeling from the sudden press of his bare body on hers. When he moved in for another, deeper kiss, she turned her face away, her voice barely a whisper.

“We should stop faking…”

Suriya paused, breathing heavily against her cheek. He searched her eyes for a long moment before replying, his voice low and rough with restrained need.
“Yes… we should stop faking.”

Anandhi’s heart hammered. “We did it for Jeeva. Now he is gone…”
Suriya took a deep breath, his body still hovering over hers, the heat of his skin searing into her. His cock remained pressed against her entrance, throbbing with every heartbeat.

“You know I love you,” he said quietly, his voice thick with years of unspoken longing. “I wanted you with me, but I always felt you looked down on my love. Maybe I should say the truth now.”

Anandhi turned her head back to him, fear flickering in her eyes. She was terrified of what he might say next.
Suriya continued, his tone gentle but honest.
“You know you came all the way here, making yourself nude under me… that’s not something you did only out of fear for Jeeva. You care for him too much. I think… you kind of love him. Don’t see this as an accusation. I just feel what I wanted to tell you. Now you reject me… I was not chasing you for years, but I deeply liked you and loved you. Maybe my gentleness is what women generally don’t like.”
Anandhi’s eyes widened. “No… I didn’t love him. And you… you are a dream man for any woman.”
Suriya shook his head slowly, his body lowering just a fraction more, pressing his weight onto her in a casual but deliberate way.
“We should be honest with each other.”

By saying this, he freely let his body settle fully on top of hers, their bare skin now completely flush — chest to chest, thighs entangled, his thick, hard cock nestled right against her slick entrance.

Anandhi’s breath hitched. “No… you misunderstood me. I don’t love him. Yeah, I like him… just like I like you.”

Suriya’s voice dropped even lower, husky with four long years of suppressed desire.
“For years of love, for years of protecting you without expecting anything… won’t I expect something in return? I expect that as love. Don’t stop me…”
He positioned the thick head of his penis manually against her entrance, rubbing it slowly up and down her wet folds with tiny, teasing movements.

Anandhi realised exactly what he was doing. She wasn’t terrified — but a heavy wave of guilt crashed over her. She felt low, comparing herself, wondering why Suriya felt he had to prove himself against Jeeva. Yet her body responded with a shameful rush of wetness, her pussy clenching involuntarily around nothing.

“Pay back my love with your love,” he whispered, his cockhead scratching teasingly at her entrance with small, deliberate circles. “For four years I had no sex. I know you too would not have had anything for years. You controlled yourself for Rahul… I controlled myself for your dignity, for your love…”

Anandhi was still looking into his eyes, her own wide and conflicted, while his penis continued rubbing insistently against her slick folds.
“I need you tonight,” Suriya continued, voice rough with need. “Pay me back my love, my care — not just for today, but forever.”

Anandhi looked serious. She knew exactly what he was referring to. His penis made a small, testing push — the thick head parting her folds just slightly, stretching her entrance.

She frowned, realising what it meant. Her eyes went wider as she felt the real pressure — his cock making a serious attempt to enter her.

Suriya pulled his hips back slightly, then pushed forward forcefully.
A loud, broken moan tore out of Anandhi’s mouth as he sank deep inside her in one powerful thrust.



It was very different from what Rahul would do. Rahul had always been softer, gentler in bed — asking for permission, preferring to smooch and caress first before making vaginal entry. Suriya was the complete opposite — gentle and respectful outside, but a rough, hungry man in bed. One full, deep push and she realised what was going to happen to her body.


The sudden stretch, the fullness, the way his thick cock filled her completely — it was overwhelming. The thought of Rahul made her eyes wet instantly. Tears rolled down her cheeks even as her walls clenched tightly around him.

Suriya immediately lowered his head, kissing her wet cheeks, then her lips, his hands cradling her head possessively, taking her fully under his body’s control. She lay flat on the bed while he began riding her — slow, deep strokes at first, then building into a steady, powerful rhythm.

Anandhi was in shock, still processing that she was now having sex with her neighbour — her new lover, Suriya. Her mind screamed guilt, but her body was responding helplessly, hips lifting to meet his thrusts.

Suriya threw the bedsheet away with one swift motion, exposing their joined bodies completely to the dim light. Their eyes locked on each other’s naked forms — her full breasts bouncing with every thrust, his muscular chest and abs flexing as he drove into her.

Her hands instinctively hugged his back, nails digging into his skin as he fucked her harder.


Twenty minutes of non-stop, deep riding passed. Anandhi finally came with a loud, broken moan, her walls spasming tightly around him. Suriya followed right after, burying himself deep and cumming inside her with a guttural groan.


At the end of it, he kissed her forehead deeply, then noticed she was full of tears beneath his body, her face wet and conflicted.

He stayed inside her, breathing heavily, looking down at her with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

The room fell silent except for their heavy breathing.

Anandhi lay beneath him, chest rising and falling rapidly. As the pleasure slowly ebbed, reality crashed over her like a cold wave.
Oh God… I actually had sex with Suriya.

She was not sure how she had permitted it. One moment it was supposed to be fake, the next his thick cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her, claiming her. She had moaned. She had moved with him. She had cum around him.
Silent tears began to flow down her cheeks. She cried uncontrollably, her body shaking with guilt and shame.

That was when she noticed the shadow outside.
Suriya’s head was buried in the crook of her neck, his breathing still ragged. He couldn’t see anything. But she could.

It was Jeeva.

His face was pressed close to the small gap in the curtain. The expression on it was something she could not name — a devastating mix of sorrow, disappointment, pain, and raw betrayal. His eyes were hollow, as if he had just watched his entire world shatter.

Seeing his face, Anandhi lost herself completely. She knew she had deeply hurt him. The man who resembled her husband — the man she still carried in her heart — was standing there, watching her naked and freshly fucked by another man.

She just wanted him to move aborad for his better future, not to see this humilation and betrayls. 

She wanted to dress and run out to console him, to explain, to beg for forgiveness.

But something shifted.
Suriya’s cock, still buried deep inside her, began to harden again. Alarmingly fast. It swelled and thickened, stretching her sensitive walls once more.
He moved his hips just a little — a slow, lazy grind — and her nipple ached as his teeth grazed it gently.
Anandhi looked down in shock.

Her vagina was tightly packed again with his penis, the thick shaft glistening with their mixed fluids. Her nipple was caught between his teeth as he began to suck and bite softly.
Suriya lifted his head, eyes dark with fresh hunger, and whispered against her breast, “Round two…”
Anandhi’s tears continued to fall silently, but her body betrayed her once again — a fresh wave of wetness coating his cock as he started moving inside her.

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Chapter 54: The Second Round


Everything came to a sudden halt.

The room fell silent except for their ragged breathing. Suriya’s thick cock was still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the last heavy spasms of his orgasm. Anandhi lay beneath him, chest heaving, her body slick with sweat and their mixed fluids. Her legs were still wrapped loosely around his waist, trembling from the intensity.
The reality hit her like a thunderbolt.

She had actually had sex with Suriya.

She had let another man fuck her — raw, deep, and without protection. She had moaned for him like a whore. She had cum hard around his cock, her walls milking him greedily. The shame crashed over her in violent waves. Tears welled up again, spilling silently down her cheeks as she stared at the ceiling, unable to process what she had just done.

That was when she noticed the shadow outside the tomb was gone.
Jeeva was no longer there.

The small gap in the curtain showed only darkness. He had left. She felt a sharp, stabbing pang in her chest. I should speak with him tomorrow… I have to explain… I have to make this right…

But before she could dwell on it, Suriya shifted above her.
He lifted his head from her neck, eyes dark with fresh, insatiable hunger. His cock, still buried deep inside her, began to harden again — alarmingly fast, swelling and thickening, stretching her sensitive, freshly-fucked walls once more.
Anandhi’s breath hitched. “Suriya… wait…”

He didn’t wait.

He lowered his mouth to her breast, capturing one stiff nipple between his teeth and sucking hard, almost viciously. His tongue lashed across the sensitive bud, then he bit down just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain-pleasure through her body. His other hand roughly kneaded her other breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh, pinching and twisting the nipple until it ached and throbbed.

That was the exact moment Anandhi noticed it — the thin gold mangalsutra still hanging around her neck, the sacred nuptial chain that Rahul had tied during their marriage years ago. It lay nestled between her breasts, swaying obscenely with every rough movement of Suriya’s body.

The sight hit her like a knife to the heart.
Rahul…

Tears flooded her eyes instantly. The thought of her husband — the man she had loved so deeply, the man whose memory she still clung to — flooded her with crushing guilt. She felt like the worst kind of wife, the worst kind of woman.
Suriya noticed the sudden change in her immediately. He looked straight into her tear-filled eyes, still thrusting deep and slow, and asked with a low, possessive growl, “What is it?”

Anandhi’s voice cracked, barely audible over the sound of their wet bodies slapping together.
“I… I got reminded of Rahul… the chain…”

Suriya’s expression darkened with a mix of understanding and raw, primal possessiveness. He didn’t stop moving. Instead, he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke between deep, powerful thrusts.

“I will help you forget him,” he growled, voice thick with hunger. “With every thrust, I need you to take me into your thoughts… and not him.”
He began brutally fucking her.



His hips snapped forward with savage force, driving his thick cock to the deepest part of her with every violent thrust. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He fucked her like he was trying to erase Rahul from her body and soul — hard, deep, relentless strokes that slammed into her cervix, stretching her completely.

Anandhi cried out loudly, her back arching off the bed. Tears streamed down her face, but her body betrayed her completely. Her walls clenched tightly around his invading cock, her hips rising instinctively to meet his brutal rhythm. The pleasure was overwhelming, raw, and all-consuming.

Suriya’s hands gripped her waist hard, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her without mercy. His voice was rough, almost commanding between each powerful thrust.

“Take me… only me… forget him… feel me… only me…”
Anandhi’s mind was a whirlwind of guilt and ecstasy. She whispered Rahul’s name silently in her heart, apologising again and again, but her body was lost — moaning loudly, nails raking down Suriya’s back, legs wrapped tightly around him as he fucked her senseless.

The second round was far more extreme than the first. Suriya was relentless, animalistic, taking her with a hunger that had been building for years. He fucked her until she came hard around him, screaming his name, then continued without mercy, chasing his own release again and again.

He lowered his mouth to her breast, capturing one stiff nipple between his teeth and sucking hard, almost viciously. His tongue lashed across the sensitive bud, then he bit down just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain-pleasure through her body. His other hand roughly kneaded her other breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh, pinching and twisting the nipple until it ached and throbbed.


He devoured her breasts like a man starved. He sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, trying to fit as much of her full, heavy breast inside as possible. He mocked her playfully between sucks, his voice husky and teasing.


“These are so big… but still not enough for my mouth,” he growled, pressing her breast hard with both hands, trying to force more of the soft flesh between his lips. “Look at them… so full… so heavy… I bet they can give milk if I suck hard enough.”
He pressed her breasts together roughly, squeezing them until the nipples stood out prominently, then latched onto one again, sucking with powerful, rhythmic pulls. He bit the side of her breast, leaving red marks, then sucked even harder, as if trying to draw milk from her.

“You need to carry a baby soon,” he murmured against her wet skin, voice dark with lust. “I need more milk from these. I want to drink from you every day.”

Anandhi whimpered, her body arching involuntarily. The mix of pain, pleasure, and his filthy words made her head spin. Shame burned in her chest, but her nipples throbbed harder, sending sparks straight to her clit.

He moved lower, spreading her legs wide and burying his face between her thighs. He ate her pussy with hungry, aggressive strokes of his tongue — licking, sucking, fucking her with it, his nose rubbing against her clit. When he finally pulled back, his chin glistening with her juices, he grabbed her hair and guided her face down to his cock.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding.

Anandhi hesitated, tears still in her eyes, but the heat in her body won. She took him in, tasting herself on his thick, veined shaft. Suriya taught her how to suck him properly — guiding her head with a firm grip in her hair, making her take him deeper, showing her how to use her tongue on the underside, how to swirl it around the sensitive head.

Then he held her head still and face-fucked her.


He thrust into her throat with controlled but firm strokes, pushing deeper each time until her nose pressed against his pubic hair. Tears streamed down her cheeks, saliva dripped from her chin and onto her breasts. She gagged and choked, but he didn’t stop — he fucked her mouth like he owned it, groaning with pleasure at the wet, obscene sounds she made.

He tortured her sexually in every way he could — fingering her roughly while she sucked him, slapping her breasts lightly, pinching her clit until she cried out around his cock, then soothing it with his tongue. He made her ride his face, grinding her pussy against his mouth until she came again, then flipped her onto all fours and fucked her from behind, hard and deep, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red.


Anandhi was lost.

At first she cried silently, guilt tearing at her. But soon the tears flew away. The pleasure became too much. Her body surrendered completely. She began to enjoy every brutal second of it — moaning loudly, pushing back against his thrusts, begging him with broken words. The guilt was still there, but it was drowned out by the raw, overwhelming ecstasy.

When they finally collapsed together after two hours of relentless sex, both of them were drenched in sweat, breathing hard, bodies marked and spent.

They stayed like that for a long moment — bodies pressed together, his cock still buried inside her, her head resting against his shoulder, the mangalsutra lying forgotten between her breasts.

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Chapter 56: The Morning Round – Under the Hot Spray


The morning light filtered softly through the glass wall of the tomb when Anandhi woke up, still naked and tangled in Suriya’s arms. The memories of the previous night hit her like a tidal wave — how shamelessly she had behaved, how she had let him use her body for hours, how she had moaned and cum for him again and again. Shame burned hot on her face. She felt dirty, used, yet strangely satisfied in a way that terrified her.
Suriya stirred beside her. Without a word, he dragged her out of bed and pulled her into the attached hot shower. The water was steaming hot, cascading over their bodies in thick, relentless streams.


He pushed her against the tiled wall, lifted one of her legs over his hip, and fucked her in standing position — deep, hard thrusts that made her cry out sharply. Water poured over them as they kissed hungrily, tongues tangling, mouths devouring each other under the hot spray. His cock slammed into her with wet, obscene sounds, stretching her sensitive walls again and again.
Anandhi’s mind was a mess of guilt and pleasure, but her body responded eagerly, hips moving to meet every brutal thrust, her inner muscles clenching around him as if begging for more.
During a brief pause, while Suriya was still buried deep inside her, she whispered against his wet shoulder, her voice shaky with worry.
“I… I worry about how society will see us if we marry. How the kids will react… what they will say when they grow up…”
Suriya slowed his movements, still buried to the hilt inside her, and looked into her eyes. His voice was low, gentle, but laced with quiet possessiveness.
“See… if you feel so strongly about it, then let’s be secret husband and wife. Let’s live like this without anyone knowing. No pressure, no labels. Just us. I’ll take care of you and the kids in every way that matters. No one needs to know the truth.”
Anandhi’s breath hitched. The idea both scared and strangely comforted her. She didn’t reply, but she didn’t pull away either.


Anandhi could not find herself again, she was deeply immersed into new world of sex Suriya had show, suriya now know, anandhi can do anything to get bedded by him. he wanted to test it. He waited for the right time. 

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Later That Day – The Park

The day began with everyone agreeing to visit a nearby park for some fresh air and fun. When they all got down from the car, Suriya got an idea, an idea to test her. 

he turned to Jeeva and the kids with a casual smile.

“Anandhi and I need to talk for a minute. You all go and play. We’ll join you soon.”
Jeeva gave them a long look but nodded and took the kids toward the playground.
Anandhi asked nervously, “What do we need to speak about?”
Suriya didn’t answer with words. He opened his zip right there in the car, his thick, semi-hard cock springing free. He winked at her.
Anandhi’s eyes widened. “Stop this, Suriya… it’s a public place.”
He smirked. “We are in the car. Windows are tinted. No one can see.”
She didn’t look back. Something inside her — the heat he had awakened the previous night — made her bend forward uncontrollably. Suriya caught her head with both hands and forcibly guided her mouth onto his cock.
She passed the test.
Her lips wrapped around him, taking him deep without hesitation. Suriya groaned in satisfaction, his hand tightening in her hair as he pushed her head down further.

She can do anything to be with me now, he thought with dark pleasure. She’s becoming my cock slut.

He decided then and there — he would make her his completely.

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Hello guys my sincere apologies due to some personal commitments i could not continue the story, so i decided to wrap it quickly, hope this satisfy you guys

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Chapter 55: The New Reality


Suriya realised he no longer needed to fake anything.
Anandhi was his.

The resort had broken the final barrier. The way she had moaned his name, the way her body had surrendered completely, the way she had cum around him again and again with shaking legs and broken cries — it was no longer an act. She belonged to him now, even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself yet.

He utilised one more full day at the resort sexually.

He kept her in the room most of the day, fucking her whenever he wanted. In the morning, he took her slow and deep against the glass window, her breasts pressed against the cool surface while he thrust into her from behind, making her watch the misty hills as she came. In the afternoon, he was rough and possessive, bending her over the bed and pounding her hard until her moans turned into screams and her knees gave out. Later, he made her ride him on the chair, hands gripping her hips as he watched her full breasts bounce with every desperate movement. Anandhi was exhausted, guilty, and addicted all at once. She cried after each orgasm, tears mixing with sweat, but she never told him to stop. Her body had learned to crave him.
The next day morning, they left the resort and drove back to town in heavy silence.
Back in town, only Anandhi truly realised that Jeeva was indeed leaving.

He openly said it during dinner that night, his voice quiet but final: “I will leave soon. By Wednesday.”

Suriya, sitting beside Anandhi with his hand casually resting on her thigh under the table, looked at Jeeva and said calmly, “Leave on Sunday instead.”

Jeeva raised an eyebrow. Suriya continued, his voice steady and practical.
“We just entered into a relationship. We need someone to take care of the kids. I need you to act as a gate for them — spend time with them so they don’t feel lonely. We will have our time. You can stay until Sunday.”

Anandhi was not comfortable. The way Suriya spoke to Jeeva — so casually, so possessively — made her stomach twist. She thought he might have got hurt. She glanced at Jeeva, searching for any sign of pain, but he only nodded quietly, his face unreadable.


Tuesday Evening – The First Night Back

The very next day — Tuesday evening — Suriya and Anandhi could not control themselves. 

As soon as they returned home, Suriya from gym and Anandhi from college, they asked Jeeva to guard the house.

“Stay with the kids,” Suriya said casually. “We need some time alone.”
Jeeva understood exactly what they meant. He stayed in Anandhi’s flat with Riya and Rohan, playing with them, reading stories, trying to keep his mind occupied while the sounds from across the corridor grew louder.

Meanwhile, in Suriya’s flat across the corridor, the door was locked.
Suriya didn’t waste time. He pushed Anandhi against the wall the moment they entered, kissing her hungrily, hands roaming under her saree. Within minutes he had her bent over the sofa, saree bunched around her waist, blouse open, fucking her from behind with deep, hard strokes. Anandhi moaned loudly, no longer trying to stay quiet. The guilt was still there, but the pleasure was stronger, drowning it out.

They finished after a long, intense session. It was past 9 PM when Anandhi finally returned to her flat for dinner.

Jeeva had already bought food from outside. He had noticed she wasn’t available for cooking and wanted to have some good moment, a nice talk with her like old times. But Anandhi looked fully invested in Suriya after the sex — tired, flushed, distant. She ate quietly, barely speaking, her mind still lingering on the feeling of Suriya inside her.
Jeeva wanted to talk, to reconnect, but he saw how exhausted she was. He decided to wait until morning.


Wednesday Morning – The Peak of Humiliation

On Wednesday morning, Jeeva decided to speak with her.

As soon as he came out of his room, he searched for Anandhi. She wasn’t in the kitchen or the hall. He doubted if they would be doing some sexual act or having coffee in Suriya’s place. He picked up one of the kids’ toys as an excuse and went to Suriya’s house. The door seemed to be already open slightly.
He entered without making noise.

The sounds alerted him immediately — they were in the act.
He went near the bedroom door and peeked through the gap.
He got the shock of his life.

Anandhi was riding Suriya on the bed, completely naked, her full breasts bouncing heavily with every movement. Her head was thrown back, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, loud, unrestrained moans escaping her lips as she moved up and down on his thick cock. Suriya’s hands were gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm, occasionally slapping her ass hard enough to leave red marks.

Jeeva stood there, unable to look away. The sight of his wife — his Anandhi — riding another man so shamelessly, her body glistening with sweat, her breasts jiggling, her moans filling the room… it broke something inside him. His cock twitched painfully from the chemical storm, but his heart felt like it was being crushed.


By Thursday, Anandhi took leave from college and stayed with Suriya the entire day.


Jeeva didn’t know this at first. She actually left for college in the morning — it was Jeeva who dropped her in Suriya’s car along with the kids. Suriya had asked him to take care of accounts in his gym that day, but by 10:30 AM, he left in the car, telling Jeeva he had an important client meet.


But he didn’t know Anandhi and Suriya had planned to have a day off. Suriya had picked Anandhi up from college, claiming their relative had some emergency.
By 1 PM, the entire week of too much happenings had made Jeeva digest things. The repetitive thoughts and worrying, the new humiliations for his sacrifice, caused a headache. He decided to take a nap in the noon and come back. He started on Suriya’s bike and reached their place.


As Jeeva entered his house with keys in hand, the hall told the story — clothes scattered everywhere.

Jeeva could hear only her moan sounds from across the corridor — loud, unrestrained, almost constant. The wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh, of Suriya’s low groans, of Anandhi crying out in pleasure.

He sneaked through the keyhole and watched their fuck session.

Anandhi was on all fours on Suriya’s bed, her creamy saree bunched uselessly around her waist, blouse completely open, breasts hanging and swinging heavily with every brutal thrust. Suriya was behind her, gripping her hips hard, pounding into her from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Her face was flushed, mouth open in a constant moan, eyes half-lidded in overwhelming pleasure. Every time Suriya slammed into her, her breasts jiggled heavily, and a fresh, broken moan tore from her throat.
Jeeva watched as Suriya pulled her hair, making her arch her back, then reached around to roughly squeeze her breasts while continuing to fuck her mercilessly. Anandhi’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She was pushing back against him, meeting every thrust, completely lost in the pleasure.

The sight was burned into Jeeva’s mind — his wife being taken like a slut by another man, enjoying it, moaning his name without shame.

He stepped away from the door, chest tight, eyes burning. Without alerting them, he went back to the gym.

The plan had succeeded.
But it had destroyed him in the process.

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Chapter 56: The Slow Shift


The next few days after the day alone on Thursday, passed in a strange, quiet rhythm that none of them had expected. Now more than sex something else caught them like a new lovers creating moments and bondings. Things changed more intensne in every small things, every small interactions and day to day life.

Anandhi no longer felt the crushing guilt that had once kept her awake at night. The tears she cried in the shower that first morning had dried. In their place was a quiet, growing acceptance — and something warmer, more dangerous. She was falling for Suriya.

It started with small things. The way he looked at her when no one was watching — not with the desperate hunger of the early days, but with a steady, possessive warmth that made her feel seen. Protected. Desired in a way that felt safe.

Stolen moments became their secret language.

In the narrow corridor when the kids were playing inside, Suriya would brush past her, his hand grazing the curve of her waist, fingers lightly squeezing. In the kitchen while she was chopping vegetables, he would stand behind her, his chest pressing against her back, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through the blouse for a few seconds — thumb brushing her nipple until it hardened — before pulling away as if nothing happened. Anandhi would bite her lip, heart racing, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She never stopped him. She told herself it was harmless. She told herself she was only playing the part. But deep down, she knew she was starting to crave those touches.

One afternoon on the rooftop, while they were drying clothes together, the moment turned hotter.

The sun was warm, the wind gentle. Anandhi was hanging a wet saree on the line. Suriya stood close, helping her. No one was around — the rooftop was empty. He reached for the same corner of the cloth at the same time, their hands touching. Then his hand moved lower, sliding under the hem of her blouse, cupping one full breast openly. He squeezed it gently, thumb circling the nipple until it stood hard against the fabric.

Anandhi gasped softly, her body leaning back into him instinctively. “Suriya… someone might see…”

“No one is here,” he murmured against her ear, voice low and husky. He pressed his hardening cock against her ass through their clothes, grinding slowly while continuing to knead her breast. “Just feel me for a moment.”

She closed her eyes, breathing faster, letting him touch her. The rooftop wind blew her pallu slightly aside, exposing more skin. For a few long seconds, they stood like that — his hand on her breast, his body pressed against hers, the wet clothes flapping around them like silent witnesses.

Jeeva, who had come up to the rooftop to check on the kids’ forgotten ball, caught a glimpse from the stairwell. He saw Suriya’s hand clearly on her breast, the way Anandhi’s head tilted back slightly in pleasure. He turned away quickly, chest tight, and went back downstairs without a word.

Madhavan called Jeeva that same evening.
The scientist’s voice was urgent over the phone.

“Jeeva, you need to come back as soon as possible. I need time to test on you, my last hope.. Only a few days are left. I need you here for final tests. Don’t delay.”

Jeeva listened in silence. The 100-day clock was ticking louder than ever.
He decided then and there to stop worrying about Anandhi.
He would spend more time with the kids instead.

The next morning, he told Suriya directly, “I will leave next week. Now i no need to worry for Anandhi, but Kids, i feel  I want to spend as much time as possible with the kids before I go.”

Suriya nodded, his expression unreadable. “That’s good. They need their uncle.”

Anandhi overheard the conversation. Something ached inside her chest. She realised Jeeva had completely stopped pushing her. No more pressure, no more insistence on marriage, no more jealousy-fueled confrontations. He was simply… letting go.

She had expected — almost hoped for — the old friendship to return. The easy, caring Jeeva she once knew. The one who felt like home.

But now, when she tried to spend time with him — helping with the kids, talking casually in the evening — Suriya would interrupt. A hand on her waist, a quiet “Anandhi, can you help me with something?” and she would be pulled away again. Every time she tried to reconnect with Jeeva like before, Suriya found a way to insert himself.

This pattern continued until Sunday.

Jeeva took the kids to college every morning, dropped them, picked them up in the evening. He took them to the park, to small shops, to buy ice cream and toys. He played with them for hours, laughing, telling stories, being the father they needed without ever saying it.

Anandhi watched from a distance. She felt a strange pull toward him again — the old comfort, the old safety. She started finding excuses to join them, to talk to him like they used to. But Suriya was always there, interrupting, pulling her back into his orbit with a touch, a look, a whispered promise of what would happen when they were alone.

By Sunday night, the tension was thick in the air.
Next week began, and it is about to became even more intense.

Suriya’s touches grew bolder. His demands in private became more frequent. Anandhi found herself spending more and more time in his flat, her body craving the pleasure he gave her, even as her heart ached for the old friendship she was losing with Jeeva.

The three of them were caught in a delicate, dangerous dance — one that was only just beginning to unravel.

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Chapter 57: The Sunday Night Arrangement


Sunday night arrived with a heavy, unspoken tension hanging over the flat.
The kids were already asleep in their room, their soft breathing the only sound in the quiet house. The three adults sat in the living area — Anandhi on the sofa, Suriya beside her with his arm casually dbangd behind her back, Jeeva across from them in a chair. The air felt thick, charged with the knowledge that something irreversible was about to be spoken.

Suriya broke the silence first, his voice calm but carrying a new edge of possessiveness.

“Jeeva, I think you will move by next week only, right?”
Jeeva nodded quietly. “Yes.”

Anandhi looked at Suriya, her eyes searching, a knot of unease forming in her stomach. She wondered what he would say next.

Suriya leaned back slightly, his hand resting casually on Anandhi’s thigh under the table where only she could feel the warmth of his palm.

“See… me and Anandhi happen to spend time in the mornings because the kids occupy the nights. If you are fine with it, stay in the hall on the sofa and take care of the kids. So for a week, me and Anandhi will enjoy our nights.”
The words landed like a slap.

What could affect Jeeva more than this? A stranger openly asking him to guard the house while his own wife and her new lover had sex every night. The humiliation burned deep in his chest, a sharp, twisting pain that made his throat tighten. He had planned this sacrifice, but hearing it spoken so casually — like he was being assigned a duty — made it feel like a knife being turned slowly.

Anandhi opened her mouth for the first time, her voice shaky but firm. “Suriya, please… it’s too much to ask him like this. We should be thankful for him being understanding and supportive. Don’t load him with unpleasant requests. He too loved me. Jeeva, you don’t need to do this. We will figure it out.”


She turned to Suriya, her eyes soft with guilt and a quiet ache. “I will stay in nights with you on alternate nights. The kids used to be in deep sleep — they never awake in nights. Okay?” Dont disturb or drag Jeeva into this, she pleaded suriya.

Jeeva interrupted gently, his voice surprisingly steady despite the storm inside him. “See, this doesn’t affect me. You two enjoy your nights. I will sleep in the hall.”
Suriya’s eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction. He nodded. “That’s it. Thank you, Jeeva. My actions may seem hurtful, but please understand me. I’m desperate. Like we may not have proper time if the kids have no one like you to spend time with. They would depend on us and we may not get our own time and sex in the night especially — sleeping in each other’s arms after sex rather than sneaking to different rooms in daylight. That looks like an illegal secret affair. But nights… my ownership.”
He looked at Jeeva with a faint smile. “Hope you understand.”

Jeeva shook his head slowly, not in refusal, but in quiet acceptance. The pain was there, deep and raw — the humiliation of being asked to babysit while his wife was taken by another man — but he had already made his choice. He forced a small nod.
Suriya smiled with a grin. He stood up, lifted Anandhi effortlessly into his arms — one hand under her knees, the other supporting her back. As he rose, her saree pallu accidentally slipped and dropped, revealing a deep, full view of her breast cleavage and the upper swell of her breasts straining against the blouse.




Anandhi gasped, her face flushing with embarrassment. “Jeeva is here… pull my saree…”

Suriya didn’t pull it up. Instead, he leaned down and bit the exposed cleavage — a firm, possessive bite that made her shout in pain and surprise, the sound turning into a shy giggle as the sting mixed with unexpected pleasure.

“Kids are sleeping inside,” she whispered lightly, her voice a mix of protest and thrill, her body instinctively pressing closer to him.

Suriya only grinned, his teeth grazing the soft skin again before he began walking toward the door, carrying her like she weighed nothing. “They won’t wake. And he won’t mind.”

Jeeva stood there, watching them leave. The sound of her soft giggle, the little “ouch” of pleasure-pain from the bite, and finally the door shutting behind them echoed in the empty hall.

He remained standing long after the sound faded, lost in himself — the man who had once been her husband, now reduced to the silent guardian of her secret sex with the lover. It even pained him when he realised Anandhi had totally forgotten Rahul — the thought of him in Anandhi’s life seemed to have vanished completely from her mind.

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Chapter 58: Fragments of Daylight



The nights now belonged entirely to Suriya, but the daylight slowly returned to Anandhi like a quiet gift she had almost forgotten existed.

Thanks to the night plan, they dont need to rush and borrow time in day time and now they got chance to reconcile with family and it impacted in very first morning next day. 

Monday morning felt different. For the first time in many days, she woke up without the heavy fog of exhaustion and guilt pressing on her chest. Suriya had left early for the gym, leaving the flat peaceful. Anandhi moved through the kitchen with a lighter step, making fresh coffee and packing lunch boxes. She helped Riya choose her favourite hair clips and patiently taught Rohan how to button his shirt properly, praising him when he finally did it right. The little boy beamed up at her with such pure joy that something inside Anandhi twisted — a soft, aching reminder of how much she had missed these ordinary moments.


On the way to college in Suriya’s car, she sat in the front while the kids played in the back. Jeeva drove quietly, giving her space. Anandhi turned around and asked Riya about her drawing competition, listening carefully as her daughter chattered excitedly. When Rohan complained that his water bottle was leaking, she took it from him, wiped it dry with her pallu, and promised to buy him a new one after college. Small things. Normal things. But they felt precious.

In the evening, after college, Suriya was busy with clients at the gym. Anandhi, Jeeva, and the kids spent nearly two hours in the small park nearby. Riya demanded they play “college,” making Anandhi and Jeeva sit on the grass like obedient students while she taught them silly lessons. Rohan ran around collecting colourful fallen leaves and proudly presented the best ones to his mother. Anandhi sat with him on her lap, helping him arrange the leaves into shapes, laughing when he made a “monster face” with them.

She glanced at Jeeva, who was watching them with a quiet, gentle smile. For a brief moment, the old warmth she once felt with Rahul flickered in her chest. She felt a deep, quiet pain bloom inside her — she had been so consumed by the nights with Suriya, by the overwhelming pleasure and escape, that she had almost forgotten how good it felt to simply be their mother. The guilt was soft now, not crushing, but it was there.
“Thank you,” she told Jeeva later that evening when the kids were doing homework. “For taking such good care of them when I… when I couldn’t.”

Jeeva just nodded, his voice calm. “They’re my kids too, in a way. I enjoy it.”
She asked what?

Jeeva said i mean i treat them like my own kids. 

Tuesday followed the same gentle rhythm. In the morning, Anandhi helped Riya practice her spelling while Jeeva made breakfast. In the evening, they all sat together on the floor doing homework. Anandhi corrected notebooks, praised their efforts, and told them stories from her own college days. Rohan fell asleep on her lap while she stroked his hair. Riya leaned against her side, yawning but refusing to go to bed until the story ended.
Anandhi felt the ache again — sharper this time. She had let her own pleasure and happiness pull her away from these little souls who needed her. She hugged both children tighter that night before they slept, whispering how much she loved them.

By Wednesday and Thursday, the pattern had settled comfortably. Mornings were for getting ready and light conversations in the car. Evenings were for park time, homework, and family dinners. Anandhi started cooking again — simple dishes the kids loved — and Jeeva helped without making it feel like a burden. She found herself laughing more freely with them, scolding Rohan gently when he made a mess, praising Riya when she shared her toys.

One evening, while watching the kids play, Anandhi sat beside Jeeva on the bench and said softly, “I missed this. I missed being with them like this.”

Jeeva looked at her for a long moment, his eyes kind but carrying a hidden sadness. “They missed you too.”



She felt a lump in her throat. For her own nights of pleasure and escape, she had unintentionally neglected the most important part of her life. The realisation hurt, but it also brought a quiet resolve — she would not let the days slip away anymore.

She also got reminded how she became alien to Jeeva, cut short his friendship to mere gatekeeper or security to guard her secrets, he was once in race to marry her. Now this give her a strange pain. She could not understand him but she was glad he was calm and supportive. She decided to get more close with Jeeva before he leaves abroad. 

The nights still belonged to Suriya. But the daylight was slowly becoming hers again — a place where she could be the mother her children deserved, and where she could feel, even for a few hours, like the woman she used to be.

Yet every evening at 10 PM, when Suriya came to take her across the corridor, that other hunger would stir. The pull was undeniable now. The balance was delicate, fragile… and slowly shifting.

She is becoming mother and a friend for jeeva in the day, and a slut women for Suriya in the night. 

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Chapter 60: The Keyhole reveals a new version of Anandhi. 


The days had slowly returned to Anandhi, but the nights remained Suriya’s undisputed territory.

Thursday had passed in a gentle rhythm of college runs, park time, and quiet family moments. Anandhi had felt the warmth of holding her children again, the simple joy of helping Riya with her drawings and Rohan with his shoelaces. Yet as 10 PM approached, that familiar pull returned — stronger than guilt, quieter than shame.

At exactly 10 PM, Anandhi stood up from the sofa where she had been sitting with Jeeva. The kids were already asleep. She walked over to him, her voice soft.

“Take care of them tonight,” she said. Then she stepped closer and hugged him quickly — a brief, warm embrace filled with unspoken gratitude. “Thank you for understanding me. You will marry someone better one day.”


Jeeva returned the hug gently. “Don’t worry about me. Stay loyal to him… and take care of the kids." and im leaving this Sunday, i wish we have more time to spend, nevertheless im happy with how im spending time with kids. I Will miss you and kids. 

Before she could reply, Suriya arrived at the door, holding a large glossy shopping bag with a confident smile. What are you still doing with this Kiddo anandhi?

Hey kid, its sensual time, guard kids properly !

“I bought her lingerie and lace dresses,” he announced playfully, eyes gleaming. “She is more than I thought.”

Anandhi felt a sharp sting in her chest. She believed the words would hurt Jeeva. She quickly said, “That’s personal, Suriya. Let’s go… leave him.”

Suriya didn’t argue. In one smooth motion he lifted her into his arms — one hand under her knees, the other supporting her back.

Lets go baby! Suriya said.

Suriya carried her across the corridor. Jeeva stood frozen in the hall long after they disappeared. The echo of that giggle and the image of her exposed skin burned behind his eyes.

Something hits harder in Jeeva, the words lingerie lace, she is more than i thought, all made him curioius, the chemical energy came back, his penis grows harder, 

he wanted to see what they are upto, he first wanted to ignore it 

but he could not hold it up. 

Twenty minutes later, the chemical storm inside him had grown unbearable. His cock was painfully hard, throbbing with every heartbeat. He decided to see their act in sex. he knew Suriya never locked the door.


His cock was rock-hard, throbbing painfully, leaking pre-cum in thick strands with every heartbeat. The chemical reaction had turned feral tonight. He crossed the corridor like a ghost, pushed Suriya’s door open silently, and slipped inside.

Soft, breathy giggles and low, filthy voices drifted from the bedroom.

Jeeva crouched at the bedroom door and pressed his eye to the keyhole, heart slamming against his ribs.

Inside, Anandhi stood near the bed in her creamy saree, cheeks already flushed. Suriya stood close, holding the glossy shopping bag with a wicked grin.

“Strip for me, you expensive little whore,” Suriya growled. “I want to see how my personal cum-dump looks in the slutty lingerie I bought.”
Anandhi bit her lip, breathing faster. “Suriya… these cost a fortune…”



He didn’t wait. He yanked her saree off in one rough pull, letting it pool at her feet. Petticoat next. Then he tore open her blouse buttons, making her heavy 34D breasts spill out. He unhooked her bra and ripped her panties down her thighs, leaving her completely naked.
Anandhi stood there, nipples stiff, thighs pressed together, trying to cover herself.

Suriya’s eyes burned with raw hunger. He picked up the expensive black lace bra and panty set and helped her into it slowly, deliberately. He cupped her breasts roughly as he fastened the bra, pushing them up into deep, obscene cleavage. The sheer lace made her dark nipples completely visible. He knelt and slid the tiny thong up her legs, snapping the thin string deep between her ass cheeks.

“Turn around, slut. Show me that fat ass.”

Jeeva was shocked to hear such words,  when they even become this shameless, he is using such unpleasent words on his wife and she just enjoy hearing it.

Jeeva saw how Anandhi obeyed. 

Anandhi obeyed, turning slowly. The lace hugged her curves obscenely. Her full breasts strained against the bra, nipples poking shamelessly. Her ass looked round and fuckable in the tiny thong.

Suriya’s control snapped.


Suriya’s control finally broke.

He pulled her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He kissed her deeply, then thrust into her in one smooth, deep stroke.
“Ahhh… Suriya…” Anandhi moaned, back arching, her heavy breasts bouncing with the impact.
Suriya started fucking her with long, powerful strokes, the wet slapping sounds filling the room. Her breasts jiggled heavily beneath him with every thrust. He leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, licking and biting the sensitive bud while pounding deeper.
“Fuck… your pussy feels so good,” he growled. “So tight… so wet for me. You like getting fucked like this, don’t you?”

Anandhi moaned louder, hips moving to meet him. “Yes… it feels so deep…”
Suriya’s pace grew rougher. He grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing them as he thrust harder. “These big tits are mine now. Look at them bouncing while I fuck you. Such a beautiful whore body.”



Anandhi’s moans turned sharper, her body trembling under him.
In the middle of the intense thrusting, Suriya suddenly grabbed the front of the expensive lace bra and ripped it apart with one savage yank. The delicate fabric tore loudly.

“Ahhhh!” Anandhi cried out in sharp pain, eyes widening. “Suriya! Why did you tear it? It was so costly!”

Suriya laughed darkly, still thrusting deep inside her. “Because I love destroying expensive shit on my woman. The cupboard is going to be full of torn lingeries before you carry my baby, you understand?”

Anandhi gasped, a mix of shock and strange thrill flashing across her face. “You’re really going to ruin everything I wear?”

“That’s right,” he growled, ripping the tiny thong off her hips in one brutal pull, leaving red marks on her skin. “I want you walking around leaking my cum in my torn lace like the slut you are for me.”

He continued fucking her mercilessly, her now fully naked breasts bouncing wildly. He sucked and bit her nipples harder, making her cry out again and again.
Jeeva’s hand was already pumping his leaking cock furiously outside the door. Watching his once-modest wife get fucked so roughly, her breasts shaking, her moans growing louder, made guilt and unbearable arousal crash through him. He came the first time within minutes — thick ropes spilling over his fingers as Anandhi’s body trembled beneath Suriya.

Suriya kept going, pounding her deeper. “Feel that? This pussy is mine now. Say it.”
Anandhi moaned loudly, lost in pleasure. “It’s yours… it feels so good…”

Jeeva came a second time, knees shaking violently, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fist and dripping onto the floor. His eyes never left the keyhole. The guilt was crushing — this was his wife, the woman he had loved and sacrificed everything for — yet the sight of her body surrendering so completely made his cock twitch again almost instantly.


Inside the room, Suriya was far from finished.

He reached for the padded handcuffs lying on the bedside table. With a wicked grin, he grabbed Anandhi’s wrists and locked them securely to the headboard above her head. The metallic click echoed loudly.

Anandhi’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of nervousness mixing with raw excitement. “Suriya… what are you doing?”

“Shhh,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Tonight you’re not my shy neighbour anymore. Tonight you’re my personal fucktoy.”

Anandhi giglled, am i not your wife, am i a neighbour now?

Suriya said, you are my wife by day, my slut by night, we agreed last time right 

She giggled again. 

Jeeva realised a lot thing progressed between them since they started sharing bed in nights. Still its unbelievable the kind of word sharing between them feel like he missed a lot to notice. 

He spread her legs wide again and slammed back inside her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust.

“Ahhhhhh!” Anandhi screamed, her back arching sharply off the bed. Her heavy 34D breasts bounced violently with the force of his entry, nipples rock-hard and glistening with sweat.

Suriya didn’t give her any time to adjust. He started pounding her mercilessly, hips slapping loudly against her ass, the wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. He reached for the vibrator, turned it on the highest setting, and pressed the buzzing head directly against her swollen clit while continuing to destroy her pussy with deep, savage strokes.

The combination was devastating.

“Ahhh! Fuck! Too much… it’s too intense!” Anandhi screamed, her voice breaking into desperate, high-pitched cries. Her body jerked violently against the cuffs, wrists pulling hard at the restraints. “Suriya… I can’t… I’m going to cum again… please… don’t stop!”

Her full breasts shook and jiggled wildly with every powerful thrust. Sweat ran down her cleavage, making her skin shine under the lamplight. Her nipples were swollen and dark from his earlier sucking and biting.

Suriya leaned down, biting one nipple hard while grinding the vibrator harder against her clit. “That’s it, scream for me. Let your husband’s replacement hear what a loud, cock-hungry slut you’ve become. Your tight little married pussy is gripping me so fucking hard. You love being used like this, don’t you?”

Anandhi’s head thrashed from side to side, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks. “Yes… yes… I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard!” she wailed, her entire body convulsing. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his thick cock as another powerful orgasm ripped through her, her juices squirting slightly around his shaft.


Jeeva came a third time right there in the corridor, groaning softly, his cock pulsing painfully in his hand as he watched his once-modest wife lose complete control — screaming, shaking, and squirting while handcuffed and vibrator-tortured by another man.


Suriya kept fucking her through her orgasm, not slowing down even for a second. “Good girl. Keep cumming on my cock like the dirty whore you are now.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of relentless pounding, Suriya pulled out. He uncuffed her wrists, grabbed a fistful of her long black hair, and yanked her up into a kneeling position on the bed.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, voice rough with lust.
Anandhi, breathing hard, face flushed and messy with sweat and tears, obeyed instantly. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out like an eager slut.

Suriya thrust his thick, glistening cock straight into her throat and started face-fucking her with deep, controlled strokes. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her bouncing breasts. Her eyes watered, but she never pulled away — she took him deeper, gagging and moaning around his shaft.

“That’s it… suck your new owner’s cock like a good little cocksucker,” Suriya groaned, holding her head firmly. “Swallow every drop when I cum.”

Anandhi moaned loudly around him, her hands gripping his thighs for support as he used her mouth relentlessly.

Jeeva came for the fourth time — a long, painful, shuddering orgasm that left his legs weak and his vision blurry. Thick cum continued to leak from his spent cock as he watched his wife willingly deepthroating another man, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping everywhere.
Suriya finally exploded down her throat with a deep, satisfied groan. Anandhi swallowed greedily, coughing and gasping when he finally pulled out. A small dribble of cum escaped the corner of her lips and ran down her chin.
She looked completely wrecked — hair messy, lips swollen, breasts red from sucking and biting, thighs shiny with her own juices, a satisfied, dazed smile on her face.
Suriya pulled her gently into his arms. Anandhi curled against his broad chest, breathing hard, a small, blissful smile playing on her flushed lips.

Jeeva stayed frozen at the keyhole for a long moment, watching the woman he once knew — the shy, loyal, modest wife — now looking completely claimed, satisfied, and strangely content in another man’s arms.

The shy, loyal woman he had married had been utterly transformed tonight.
She had become Suriya’s eager, loud, dripping slut.

Jeeva quietly slipped away, back to the silent flat, his heart shattered into pieces and his body completely drained.

The nights now truly, completely belonged to Suriya.

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Chapter 61: The Weight of Days


Jeeva stumbled back into the flat, legs trembling. The moment he closed the door behind him, his knees gave way. He leaned heavily against the wall, breathing hard. His body felt drained — not just tired, but weak in a way he had never experienced before. He had masturbated four times in less than an hour while watching his wife become another man’s eager slut. The chemical storm inside him had pushed him far beyond his limits.
He looked down at his crotch. His penis hung soft and spent, sore and slightly swollen. His limbs felt heavy. 

The night was little heavy for him, he sobbed for a long time, then slept. 

The morning he felt more weak, when sun rays hit on his face. 
He could not move an inch. 

When he finally dragged himself to the mirror , he froze.

His face looked puffier. He grabbed a pair of pants and tried to wear them. The button wouldn’t close properly around his hips. He turned sideways in front of the mirror and stared in horror.

He had gained almost 2 kg overnight. He still looked young, but it looked like he jumped 3 years ahead of usual age. 

“My age… is it reversing again?” he whispered, panic rising in his chest.
He immediately called Madhavan.

The scientist answered on the second ring, voice urgent. “Jeeva, what’s happening?”
“I… I think something is wrong. My body looks swollen. I gained weight overnight. The button on my pants doesn’t close. Is the reversal starting?”
Madhavan was silent for a moment, then spoke sharply. “You need to reach me as soon as possible. Visible physical changes are dangerous. Do not ignore this. Come back immediately.”

Jeeva ended the call and sat on the edge of the cot, staring at nothing. Last night’s images flooded his mind — Anandhi screaming in pleasure, her breasts bouncing wildly, her loud moans as Suriya destroyed her, the way she eagerly swallowed his cum. She no longer cared about Rahul. The shy, loyal wife he once knew had vanished. In her place was a woman who had completely surrendered to Suriya.

He felt a deep, aching pain in his chest. He had wanted this — he had planned it — so she and the kids would have someone strong to protect them after he was gone. But the reality of watching her become another man’s slut still tore him apart.

He changed his clothes slowly and stepped out for coffee.

To his surprise, Anandhi was already in the kitchen, moving with quiet motherly energy. He was surprised how she can a slut in night and getting back to her homely look in the morning. She was packing lunch boxes, helping Riya tie her hair, and gently scolding Rohan for spilling milk., she looked like the dedicated mother she used to be, a visible different between her avatar last night and now.

he recalled how Madhav an wanted him immediately but his mind was not ready to leave them as it is, he wanted to spend few more days, he fixed as three more days from here. 

He decided to keep aside his egos, anger if any and decided to shamelessly ask Anandhi to spend time with him. 

Jeeva walked closer and spoke softly, “I’m leaving in three days. I want to spend more time with you and the kids. Im not asking for the full day… but at least two hours every day. Please.”

Anandhi looked at him — really looked. Something in his eyes made her pause. She saw the quiet pain, the love that was still there beneath everything. She nodded slowly.

“Okay,” she said gently. 
“I’ll take leave tomorrow.
 We’ll spend the whole day together. I’ll ask the kids to stay home too.”

Jeeva helped her get the kids ready. They dropped them at college as usual. The day passed smoothly — calm, almost normal.


But it was different for Anandhi. The day was heavy for her, he strangely thinking on why Jeeva looked so lost himself, why suddenly she felt a pain hearing he would leave in 3 days. 

but soon the lunch with Suriya changed her mood, she came back to her self. 

In the evening, Anandhi went up to the rooftop to dry clothes. Suriya followed her quietly. When she bent to hang a saree, he stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against his chest. They shared a deep, slow kiss under the open sky — his hands roaming over her hips, her body melting into him for a few stolen seconds.

Minutes later, she pulled away, breathing faster. “I need to go cook. I’ll come back soon. Wait for me here.”
She hurried downstairs.

Minutes later, 

Jeeva, had come up to collect his own dried clothes, froze when he reached the rooftop. 

Suriya was there, leaning against the water tank, looking satisfied. 

he wanted to speak with Suriya, they were once planned together, made their goal of getting Anandhi into an affair for her own good, but off late, Jeeva sensed, Suriya had a cold approach to him, he mocks him, belittles him, often proves his ownership of Anandhi to him. 

he doesnt want to leave the place with an enemity, he decided to speak with him, befriend him back, and he wanted both anandhi and him to send him off with smile, he also wanted to hear word from Suriya that he will take care of his family for better. 

he didnt like how both were cold to each other. He decided to fix everything there itself.

Jeeva took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Suriya… I need to speak with you. 

Suriya turned to him and said, whatever let's talk tomorrow not now, its a me-time now. 

Jeeva stressed no i need to speak with you, i cannot speak when Anandhi is around, this is perfect time and its. It’s important. Secret sort of.”
Suriya turned, surprised but calm. Important secret?

At that exact moment, Anandhi — whose lips were still slightly wet and swollen from the kiss — had decided to go back for one more quick kiss. She climbed the stairs silently, but stopped dead when she heard Jeeva’s words: “It’s secret sort of…”

She froze on the last step, hidden behind the water tank wall, heart suddenly pounding. She could see both men clearly but they couldn’t see her.
What they were about to converse was going to shake her completely.

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Anandhi froze on the last step, her body turning cold.


She had only come back up for one more quick kiss. But the moment she heard Jeeva’s voice saying “It’s secret sort of…”, she stopped dead and pressed herself tightly against the water tank wall, hidden in the shadows.

She could see both men clearly through the narrow gap. They could not see her.
Jeeva stood facing Suriya, his face heavy with emotion.

Jeeva: Suriya why do you see me as an enemey? what did i do?

Suriya: I never see any one as my enemey? you said you are going to say something important and secret? what it is? dont waste my time

Jeeva: Yea its important thats im doing, first answer me why you treat me like an enemy? do you think i wont know when you try to belittle me? i know to fight back but when i do, she will have a bad impression on you, thats why i stayed back quiet?

Suriya said Wait? Anandhi and i are now husband and wife, do you know what , we are more than that, we are exploring each other, love, lust , sex, we have our own kinks. you know what our latest kink is i wnated to treat her like a slut and she indeed turn herself for me?

she is nt a shameless women, but does it for me , without love how is that possible? she loves me honestly, your little tricks cant shake her?

Jeeva: oh, dont forget, the so called love all happened its because of me, if i didt push would you jhave a chance?

did you forget, if i had not made a fake accident , will you ever enter my house. 

Anandhi hearing these got shocked what fake accident? 

let me tell yu once again jeeva said

“Suriya… I need to be honest with you ,” Jeeva began, voice low and raw. “I was the one who orchestrated almost everything that has happened between you and Anandhi.”

Suriya crossed his arms, listening.
Jeeva continued without pause.

the pressure I put on you to get closer… the staged accident that got you inside the house… the resort trip… the challenge where I forced you both to prove your love in front of me… All of it. I planned every single step.”

if not for my pressure on her, causing fear in her, will she choose you?


Anandhi’s hand flew to her mouth. Her knees felt weak. She leaned harder against the tank, eyes wide with shock.
Is it all planned?

Suriya let out a low chuckle, his chest puffing out with pride.

“So you think you were pulling the strings,” i did nothing? did you forget how i have saved rfom all those vultures, 

You still claim.  “If not for your idea, if not for your push, would I have got her today? Tell me.”

Jeeva nodded slowly. “I know. you had done all those selfless thing for Anandhi but it doesnt bring her close to you.  I faked the accident just to bring you inside the boundary. My every following actions made her pushed her toward you every single day.”

Suriya’s smile grew wider, full of masculine pride.

“Yes, you helped me. You wanted me to marry her. You wanted me to take over the family Rahul left behind. But it stopped in early stage. The moment  when you started coming in between for real — when you said you wanted to marry her yourself — that is when I decided to take full control. i didnt believe you. 

Today, if she is with me, it’s because of my approach, my control, and my pure love. None of your stunts helped it. She truly loves me now.”


Jeeva looked at him quietly.

He said see the actual issue is not this, im not here to argue that why anandhi choosed you is beacuse of me or you. I wanted to stop the enemity between us, the cold between us. I want you to treat me as a friend or buddy like good old days. 

 “I know. I didn’t want to argue about it. I’m happy that she would lead a new life with you. I wanted that. I know I cannot stay with her. Regarding your concern of im coming between you two, thats different, she is sexy? yea the sexual feelings overtook me sometimes… sorry. 


There was a moment silent. 

Jeeva continued. I just came here to say a proper goodbye and to get your assurance. Promise me you won’t hurt her or the kids. I may not return if I go abroad. Take care of them.” If possible in 3 days treat me like good old friend. 

Suriya deeply exhaled and said if this is not some of your new act then i would say im in for the old way of friendship. 

Jeeva said no tricks, i want the kids and anandhi to lead a good life. I dont care about you two doing kinky stuff in bed or in night, in the day you two should think about kids too. Be as one family. 


Suriya looked at him for a long moment, then stepped forward and pulled Jeeva into a firm, manly hug. if this is what bugging you 

“This is my family now,” he said seriously. “I know how to take care of them better than you think. You don’t need to worry anymore.”

Anandhi stood hidden behind the tank, tears streaming silently down her face.

Both men played with me? Why… why… why?
The question screamed inside her head.
The answer came from Suriya’s own words a moment later.

“I know even I worried if she would be hunted like prey by the vultures. That’s the reason I wanted to protect her and save her by marriage. 

But  when you proposed to marry her, it looked natural and not a drama, i feared you will steal her from me. I don’t get you — why a much lesser age person wanted to marry her so badly.”

Jeeva’s reply was soft but honest.

“Because I too love her. My love is not about getting just her body. She deserves respect and stability. That’s why I selected you and made so many dramas. But I never thought I would get conflicted myself. My love is true. I just wanted her to be happy and respected forever. So I pushed her with you. I acted strange so she would choose you under pressure. It happened all the way I wanted. Please don’t take me wrong.”

Suriya nodded slowly. “I’m sorry too. I assure you I will take care of Anandhi.”


The two men hugged again — a firm, brotherly hug.
Anandhi felt completely broken.

Jeeva acted all the way just to make me marry Suriya… for stability… for the kids… for my better future.
How did I think so wrong of Jeeva?

The realisation hit her like a wave. Jeeva had sacrificed his own feelings, his pride, even his desire — just to give her and the kids a stable future with Suriya.

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
If Rahul was here… he would have done the same thing. He was always known for his sacrifices in the early days.

That thought brought fresh tears.
She quietly slipped back down the stairs before they could notice her, her mind reeling, heart aching.

She returned to the house while the two men continued talking on the rooftop.

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Chapter 62: Anandhi's Risky Desicion. 


After dinner, the flat was quiet. The kids had gone to sleep early. Anandhi sat on the edge of her bed, staring at nothing.

She didn’t feel like going to Suriya’s room tonight. The usual pull was missing. Instead, a deep, heavy pain had settled in her chest.
After all the truth has come out, I need some time to process. I am not a slut to go running behind his cock.

Suriya texted her:
Darling, I prepared a beautiful silk saree. Let’s do something like our first night today, like a new married couple..

She looked at the message. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she typed back:
Suriya, I’m having a headache. Maybe some other day?


She was conflicted. She didn’t want to say no to him outright, nor did she want to confront either of them yet. She knew he loved her dearly, but she hated the approach and the tricks he had done along with Jeeva. It lacked honesty and sincerity. She felt like she had been cheated. But she also knew they had to do that to break her walls — it was the only way to take her.




Almost two weeks now, they had been living as husband and wife — more than just sex. She had started treating Suriya as her own husband. They took selfies, share secrets, went out together, and for the past week she had genuinely reciprocated his love. She had lowered her guard and acted for him. Just for this new love. Not anyone would know that after every night, every sex, his bare chest was the place where Anandhi cried and got consoled. He was a great supporter and friend. She felt more comfortable around him. That was one main reason why she agreed to all his kinks. He supported her mentally, she supported him physically and sexually. Apart from the sex and his bold behaviour, he was a gentle man. She was glad she had found him.


But the recent revelations had put her on the spot.

And now suriya was not the real issue for her, what bothered her most was:
Jeeva is leaving in three days…


The realization kept repeating in her mind like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding.
She debated within herself.

Why can’t I confront Jeeva and Suriya? Why?

She thought of Rahul, her soulmate, who had left her to be with some other woman. Today she had a love life again, but it was too much to digest. She had two people loving her deeply — Suriya and Jeeva.

But the sacrifices Jeeva had made to secure her better life had positioned him on a completely new level in her heart.

She thought continuing the husband and wife relationship with Suriya wouldn’t feel normal anymore, not unless they all came clean with every secret.

She wanted to do the same with Jeeva as well.

But unlike Suriya, Jeeva had no time. He was leaving in two days.

She stood up slowly and walked to the mirror. Her reflection stared back — a beautiful, curvaceous 31-year-old woman with long black hair and full breasts that still looked youthful. But her eyes were red and tired.

She whispered to herself, voice breaking:
“What can I possibly give him in just two days?”

He had only asked for time. She could give him that… but was that enough for all his sacrifices?

Suriya sent another message:
I missed your body, baby. I want to fuck you so badly tonight.

She felt irritated for the first time with his message.
She thought to herself Suriya, I’ve had enough time to confront things. If our married life has to go smoother, then we need to come clean with each other. 


She didn't text back She threw the phone on the bed.


Minutes later the sorrow got her again. Jeeva leaving…


She recalled how she and Jeeva used to hang out, shop, cook together. He had always reminded her of a younger copy of Rahul.
She tried to remember when everything started getting spoiled.

That was the day Jeeva had almost hugged her from behind in the kitchen, and she had softly rejected him.
From then on, the dynamics between them had changed.

That was the only thing apart from marriage that Jeeva seemed to want from her — sex.
Her inner voice answered immediately, sharp and insistent:

You already crossed so many limits with Suriya. You let him touch you, kiss you, take you completely. Jeeva was the first person who almost broke your boundary long back… and you stopped him. Now… why not resume what you stopped? If what you did to Suriya is reciprocation of love, do the same for Jeeva. One time make him happy, then stay loyal to Suriya…

Guilt crashed over her like a wave.
No…
She blurted out loud. No… No…



But her mind kept cycling back.

She tried to remember why Jeeva had acted this way. All for me? Yes… all this for me… for the kids… He sacrificed his own love, his pride, everything… just so I could have a stable life with someone who would protect us.

She remembered the conversation she had overheard — every word, every confession.

Jeeva had faked the accident.
Jeeva had created the pressure.
Jeeva had pushed her toward Suriya again and again… even when it broke his own heart.

Tears welled up again.


He never forced me. He never took what he wanted. He only pushed me toward safety… even when it tore him apart.


Only two days left… What can I give him that truly matters?


Her inner voice screamed again, louder this time:
Give him what he truly wished for. Your body. Your warmth. One night where he feels he was not just the planner… but the man who was loved too.


Anandhi closed her eyes tightly, fighting the storm inside her.


If I do this… there is no going back. I will be crossing the final line.

One more fear caught her: If I sleep with Jeeva, what will Suriya think? He will never agree if I ask him openly. He might get angry, he might even leave me.

Her head spun with guilt, gratitude, shame, and fear of losing both men.


She imagined Suriya’s face if he ever found out. The hurt. The betrayal. The possibility that he might leave her too.

She imagined Jeeva walking away forever, carrying the weight of his unfulfilled love and silent sacrifices, never knowing how deeply she understood what he had done for her.

Tears kept falling.

She whispered brokenly to her reflection, “He gave up everything for me… and I’m going to let him leave with nothing?”

The thought hurt more than anything.

Eventually, the tears slowed.


She wiped her face, looked at her reflection once more, and whispered with trembling lips:
“He deserves at least this much…”

Deep down, after all the fighting, crying, and arguing with herself, she had made her decision.

She would satisfy him sexually.

She would give herself to Jeeva as the ultimate, silent thank you for all his silent sacrifices.

She would hide it from Suriya for now — she would not ask for permission. She would do it quietly, carefully, when the moment felt right.


And after Jeeva left for abroad, she would confess everything to Suriya — how she now knew all the truth about how Jeeva had played and orchestrated everything to push her toward him, and how she had given herself to Jeeva as a final gift.



If Suriya accepted her even after knowing the full truth, Provided he too comes clean, then she would stay with him.

If not… she would stay single.
She decided.

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Chapter 63: The Farewell Gift brings out the truth. 


The next morning, Suriya was visibly hurt when Anandhi avoided him.

She had decided to avoid him as much as possible for the next few days — at least until Jeeva left for abroad. When Suriya came to her flat early, carrying a small tray with tea and fruits, she told him she had taken leave because of a headache and wanted to rest here.

“I’ll rest here today,” she said softly, not meeting his eyes fully, her voice carrying a quiet distance she couldn’t hide. “Don’t worry about me.”
Suriya looked at her for a long moment, his usual confident smile fading. He could sense something was deeply off — the way she kept her distance, the way her shoulders were tense, the way she refused to let him take her to his house. He tried once more, gently offering, “Let me take care of you. You don’t have to be alone.”

But Anandhi shook her head. “I just need some quiet. Please.”
He stood there for a few seconds, pain flickering in his eyes, but he didn’t push further. He left with a quiet nod, the door closing softly behind him.

Anandhi let out a shaky breath the moment he was gone. Her chest felt tight. She knew she was hurting him, but right now her mind was consumed by only one person — Jeeva.

Around 10:30 AM, she walked to Jeeva’s room. The door was slightly ajar. She found him quietly packing his things into a small bag — clothes folded neatly, a few documents, nothing extravagant. The sight made her chest tighten painfully. This was really happening. He was leaving.
She stood at the door for a moment, gathering courage, then spoke softly, “I have a headache… would you care to apply balm for me?”
Jeeva looked up, surprised but immediately concerned. His eyes softened. “Okay.”

She turned and said, “Come to my room,” then walked away without waiting for a reply.
Minutes later, when Jeeva entered her room with the small tin of balm in his hand, he found it empty. The bed was neatly made, the window letting in soft morning light. He frowned, looking around.

“Anandhi?”
Behind him, the door clicked shut with a soft but final sound.
He turned around slowly.

Anandhi was standing there, having locked the door. Her hands were trembling slightly as she reached for her pallu. Without saying a word, she let it drop. Her fingers moved to the hooks of her blouse, opening them one by one. The fabric parted slowly, revealing the soft, full curves of her breasts cradled in a simple white bra.

She stood half-naked before him, breathing faster, eyes glistening with a mixture of nervousness, determination, and deep emotion.
“Take me…” she said softly, voice barely above a whisper. “This is my farewell gift for you.”

Jeeva’s eyes widened in complete shock. His face went pale. “What nonsense is this? I… I can’t… Anandhi, you don’t have to—”
Anandhi didn’t give him time to finish. She stepped forward and pushed him gently but firmly toward the bed. In seconds, she let the blouse fall completely to the floor. Then she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and let it drop.


Her breasts spilled free — full, soft, heavy, with dark nipples already stiff from nervousness and the cool morning air. They rose and fell with her quick, shallow breaths.

Jeeva stopped no, i may have thought of having sex with you once, but no you are Suriya's to be wife.. 

Anandhi tells, thats between me and Suriya, i will explain myself to him you need not worry, i know the entire truth, you wished me good life, im giving back a small gift.

Jeeva said still i dont have any sexual thoughts on you, i mean now..

She caught the front of his pants, feeling the half-hard bulge beneath the fabric. Her fingers trembled as she whispered, voice shaking with emotion, “What is this then? You’re already getting hard…”

Jeeva was surprised too. His erection felt softer than usual, lacking the usual aggressive punch the chemical storm used to give him. He remembered Madhavan’s warning — his body was reversing. The thought made him panic for a second, but he couldn’t speak.
Before he could find words, Anandhi pulled him into a kiss.

Her lips pressed against his — hesitant at first, almost afraid, then deeper, more urgent. Her hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it with trembling fingers.


Heat took over.

When she tried to guide him inside her immediately, pressing her body against his, Jeeva stopped her gently, his hand resting on her hip.
“Why so urgent?” he said, his voice low and surprisingly tender, almost exactly the way Rahul used to speak to her in their bed years ago. “If you’ve decided this way… let’s do it properly.”


The words hit Anandhi like a quiet thunderbolt.


He undressed himself slowly, deliberately, never rushing. When he pulled her close again, the smooch that followed was lengthy and heavier than she expected. He kissed her deeply, then moved to her neck, licking slowly along the sensitive skin. His tongue traced her collarbone, then moved lower, lavishing attention on her full breasts — sucking, licking, gently biting the swollen nipples until she moaned despite herself.

Every single movement echoed Rahul exactly.

The way he grabbed her lower lip first and sucked it softly… the slow, teasing licks around her areolas… the way he held her breasts in both hands while kissing them with focused hunger… it was all so painfully familiar.

Anandhi could not get Rahul’s thoughts out of her head.

Her moans grew louder, involuntary, as her body responded with a frightening familiarity. For a few blissful seconds, it felt like she was back in their old bed, with her husband, before everything had fallen apart. The similarity raised her ecstasy even higher — her nipples tightened painfully, wetness flooded between her thighs, and her hips moved on their own.


But it also terrified her.

In the middle of it, while Jeeva was still kissing and licking her breasts, she suddenly stopped, breathing hard, tears forming in her eyes.
“Why…” she whispered, voice cracking, “why does every action, even the sex, remind me of Rahul?”

She looked at him with wet, searching eyes.
“Tell me why… Please…”

She continued you know what, Rahul never penetrated me first, he always choose to smooch me first and then gradually take me to penetrations, how you are able to echo the same as Rahul even in sex?

Jeeva froze for a moment. He realised he was making a dangerous blunder by acting too much like his old self.
“I… I’m getting erection dysfunction off late,” he said quickly, trying to cover, his voice slightly strained. “So I wanted to take time with smooching first… to get properly hard.”

Anandhi looked at him, still emotional, tears clinging to her lashes. She searched his face for a long second, then nodded slowly, voice soft and trembling.

“Okay… no worries. Just do it.” Dont feel off, i will help you...

She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. She rode him with slow, deliberate movements at first, trying to help him, tingling him with her actions, squeezing her inner muscles to give him support. The sex was adequate — hot in its own way, her breasts bouncing gently with each roll of her hips — but something felt different. The rhythm, the feel, the way he held her waist… it was close, but not quite the same.




In the middle of it, while they both reached closer to orgasm, Anandhi could not shake the feeling.

His body smell almost smelled same as Rahul... the way he pull backs for another kiss... shit all were exactly same as Rahul. 




She was riding him slowly, her hips rolling in deep, deliberate circles, trying to help him stay hard. Her full breasts bounced gently with each movement, nipples stiff and sensitive. But even as pleasure built inside her, something felt… wrong. Too familiar. Every time Jeeva grabbed her waist the same way, every time he kissed her neck with that exact pressure, every time he let out that low, throaty groan — it was like Rahul was beneath her again.

The thought refused to leave her mind.
Why does it feel like this? Why does every single thing he does remind me of Rahul?

Her breathing grew ragged, not just from the sex, but from the growing suspicion clawing at her chest. She decided to check.
They both came moments later — Anandhi with a sharp, broken cry, her body shuddering on top of him. Jeeva groaned deeply, hips jerking up as he spilled inside her. For a few seconds, the room was filled only with their heavy breathing.
Anandhi didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she slid down his body slowly, kissing his chest, his stomach, acting like she was going to give him a loving blowjob to clean him up and prolong the moment.

But her real intention was different.
As she kissed lower, her lips brushing over his lower abdomen, she carefully looked at his penis. Her heart was already racing. She gently lifted it with her fingers, pretending to kiss the tip.

There — right near the base, on the left side, almost hidden in the skin fold.
A small triplet mole.
Three tiny dark spots clustered together.
Her heart stopped.

The world seemed to freeze. Time slowed. Her breath caught in her throat as a cold wave of shock washed over her.
No… it can’t be…

She quickly moved higher, pretending to kiss his neck, and bent his left ear forward as if nuzzling him affectionately. There it was — the tiny scar she remembered from their college days, when he had gotten into a silly fight and torn his earlobe slightly.
Her hands started trembling.

She remembered the old accident mark on his back — the one from their college bike ride when he had fallen and scbangd himself badly above his buttocks. A distinct, slightly raised scar that only she knew about.
She had to see it.

With a shaky breath, she whispered, “Turn around for me…”
Jeeva, still dazed from his orgasm, obeyed without thinking, rolling onto his stomach.
Anandhi’s eyes scanned his back. There, just above his buttocks, was the exact same scar — faded but unmistakable.
Her world crashed.

“You… you are Rahul??”
The words came out in a broken whisper, barely audible at first, then louder, filled with disbelief and horror.
“Am I… am I fucking my own husband secretly?”

Anandhi’s voice cracked completely. Tears flooded her eyes instantly. Her hands shook as she stared at his back, at the scar that proved everything.

She was visibly in tears now, chest heaving, body still trembling from the orgasm she had just had with the man she now realised was her husband.

“How do you look like this… so young… unrecognisable?” she demanded, voice shaking with raw emotion. “Tell me the truth! Who are you?!”
Jeeva turned around slowly, his face pale, eyes filled with a mixture of fear, love, and resignation.

He looked at her — the woman he had loved for years, the mother of his children, the one he had sacrificed everything for — now sitting naked on the bed, tears streaming down her face, completely shattered.

He swallowed hard.
“Anandhi… I’m Rahul,” he said, voice low and heavy. “Yes… I’m your husband Rahul.”
Anandhi’s world crashed completely.

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Chapter 64: The Truth That Shattered Everything


Jeeva looked at her with eyes full of love, pain, and resignation.
“Yes… I’m Rahul,” he said, voice low and heavy. “I’m your husband Rahul.”
Anandhi’s world crashed completely.

Her breath stopped. The room spun. Tears flooded her eyes instantly as the full weight of the truth hit her like a hammer.
“You… you are Rahul?” she whispered, voice cracking. “Why are you like this? What is happening? Tell me!”

She pinched herself hard on the arm, eyes wide with disbelief, hoping this was some cruel dream. The sharp pain told her it was real.
Jeeva sat up slowly, pulling the sheet over both of them. He gently took her trembling hands in his.

“Please be calm,” he said softly, his voice the same tender tone she remembered from their early marriage days. “Let me reveal all the truth now. I promise… I will tell you everything.”

Anandhi was in full tears, her chest heaving. She nodded weakly, unable to speak.
Jeeva took a deep breath and began.

“Long back, Sam came to Mumbai. He showed me a video of you in bed with another man. It was all AI-generated. I was a fool to believe it. I was so broken, so angry… I actually wanted to end my life that night. I drove my bike after drinking heavily. I got hit by a car. A sceientist took me, and saved me. He took me to his secret lab.

At first, I wanted revenge. I wanted to confront you, to punish you. But I was ready to die. So when he offered me the de-aging machine — a kind of age reversal and limited time travel concept — I agreed. He said it would give me a 100-day window in a 20-year-old body. I came back to town with a new identity — Jeeva — only to realize the truth.

Sam, John, and Kiran had all planned to use me as a tool to get your body. They wanted to break me so they could blackmail or force you. I thrashed them. My new young appearance helped me protect you from them. I stayed to see if anyone else was troubling you, so I lived with the same identity inside the house.

That’s when I heard the experimentation had failed. The scientist warned me the body wouldn’t last beyond 100 days. The monkey he tested on died. I panicked. I wanted you to live a peaceful and good life, so I decided to bring Suriya into the picture. I know him already like he was one of your silent protector he is a divorce and he had eyes for you, i thought he could protect you. So i did all the stunts bring him in your life. Look you are happy with him.. I realized you heard what i spoke with him last day.. Please You don’t feel bad about him — he is genuinely loving you. He has been protecting you silently for years.

As this experimentation fails, I cannot stay back with you. I don’t want you to feel or see me dying. So let’s detach here. Let’s break here with good memories.”

Anandhi was sobbing uncontrollably by now, her hands clutching the sheet, tears streaming down her face.
Jeeva gently wiped her tears and continued.

“I used a friend’s help to send the money and the fake note so it would look like Rahul had run away. I did all this for your better life. For the kids. For your future.”


It took hours for Jeeva — Rahul — to bring her back from the shock.

He held her tightly in his arms, her naked body trembling against his as she sobbed uncontrollably. He stroked her hair, wiped her tears with his thumbs, and whispered soothing words again and again, explaining every detail slowly, patiently, as if telling a painful bedtime story.

He told her about the night Sam showed him the AI-generated video.

He told her how he had been a fool, how rage and heartbreak had consumed him, how he had wanted to end his life that very night.

He told her about the drunken bike ride, the accident, the scientist who pulled him from the wreckage and offered him the de-aging machine.

He told her how he had originally planned revenge, how he had come back as the young Jeeva with fire in his heart, only to discover the truth — that Sam, John, and Kiran had manipulated everything to break him and get to her body.

He told her how he had thrashed them, how his new young appearance had unknowingly protected her from them.

He told her how he had stayed to watch if anyone else was troubling her, living under the same roof with the same identity.

And finally, he told her how he had heard the terrible news — the experiment was failing. The 100 days were not guaranteed. The monkey had died. He knew he couldn’t let her see him deteriorate, couldn’t let her watch him die.

So he had chosen to disappear.

But Anandhi kept pleading through her tears.


Anandhi kept pleading through her tears, her voice hoarse and broken.

“Please don’t go away… I want you to stay. Whatever happens, stay with me. I did sins by having a sexual affair with Suriya… I’m so sorry…”
Rahul stopped her gently, cupping her tear-streaked face in both hands. His thumbs brushed away the fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

“It is what I wanted,” he said softly, his eyes full of love and pain. “You should marry him. Love him. Get new babies with him. Take care of our children. Promise me.”

She promised him with tears.. 

She cried even harder, her whole body shaking as she nodded reluctantly, tears soaking his chest. The promise felt like a knife twisting in her heart.

He continued, his voice dropping even lower.
this is why i fear telling  truth.. but you found me. but im glad now, you know the truth, your love didnt fail you, it saved you. and you have another love now Suriya... he will treasure you like i do.

after minutes of crying finally she digested hard truth.. 

He showed images of his transformations.. he showed some clips.. SHe asked for who is the scientist and she will speak with him to bring him back.. Rahul didnt reveal much on him. She doubted it could be madhavan, he said no. 

He wanted to divert the topic so he broke another  truth ... about his body.

“Now my age is reversing back to original. I’m gaining weight again. My penis is losing strength because of this. I wished to have at least one good sex with you… that’s why I secretly harboured the desire to be with you even when I wanted to push you toward Suriya.”

Anandhi looked at him through her tears, her voice breaking.
“I’m yours… Take me however much you want.”

Both of them were already nude under the bedsheet. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips — a deep, emotional, desperate kiss full of years of love, pain, and longing.

Seconds later, the door exploded with a loud thud — the wood splintering as it was kicked open violently.
It was Suriya.

He stood there, chest heaving, eyes wide with shock and rage.
“What the hell…?”

The duo froze, terrified, still tangled together under the sheet.

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Chapter 65: The Breaking Storm


Suriya stood frozen in the doorway for one terrifying second, his eyes locked on the scene in front of him.

Anandhi — his Anandhi — naked and tangled under the bedsheet with Jeeva. Their bodies were still flushed from sex, her hair messy, lips swollen, tears shining on her cheeks. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut.
Betrayal.

Rage exploded inside him.

He couldn’t speak at first. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. Then he stormed inside, the door slamming against the wall behind him.

Before Anandhi could even open her mouth to explain, Suriya lunged forward and slapped Rahul hard across the face.
“You bastard!” he roared. “I thought so! You didn’t simply come yesterday to have a chat. You planned something, you bastard!”
The slap echoed loudly in the small room.

Rahul’s head snapped to the side. He tried to sit up, but his body betrayed him. The age reversal was accelerating — a sudden, crushing headache slammed into his skull. His limbs felt heavy, weak. Before he could defend himself, Suriya kicked him hard in the ribs. Rahul gasped and fell off the bed onto the floor, curling in pain.

Suriya’s rage turned to Anandhi.

He grabbed her arm and yanked her up, the sheet falling away, leaving her completely naked and exposed.
“I trusted you! I loved you!” he shouted, voice cracking with fury and hurt. “How the hell could you cheat on me like this? After everything? After I protected you for years? After I gave you my heart?”

Anandhi’s eyes were wide with terror and tears. “No… it’s not what you think… He is my husband……”
Suriya froze for a split second, then laughed bitterly, the sound ugly and broken.

“Your husband? Then who am I? Am I not your husband? Is my body not enough for you?”
He grabbed her face roughly and forced a hard, angry kiss on her lips, trying to claim her, to remind her who she belonged to. Anandhi struggled, tears streaming down her face, but he held her tight.

Rahul, still on the floor, tried to get up but couldn’t. The kick and the accelerating reversal had left him dizzy and weak. His head throbbed violently. He could only watch helplessly as Suriya manhandled the woman he loved.
Suriya pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, eyes wild.
“I treasured you… but this is how you treat me?”

Anandhi pleaded desperately, voice shaking. “No… wait… listen to me…”
But Suriya was beyond listening. In his rage, he tore off his own shirt, then his pants, getting completely naked in seconds. His muscular body was tense, cock already half-hard from a mix of anger and possessive desire.

“See? If bodily pleasure is what you want, I will give you more than he ever can!”

Suriya’s rage had turned blinding.


He grabbed Anandhi roughly by the shoulders and turned her around forcefully, pushing her face-down onto the bed. Her naked breasts pressed against the sheets, her body still trembling from the earlier orgasm with Jeeva. She cried out in shock and fear, trying to resist, her hands pushing against the mattress.

“Suriya, no—please!”

But he was already behind her, breathing hard, his thick cock hard and angry. He positioned himself at her entrance from behind and pushed in with one brutal thrust.

Anandhi screamed, her body jerking forward from the force.
“Suriya, stop! He is my husband! He is Rahul!”

The words hit Suriya like a slap.
“Rahul…? Rahul…?”

He shouted the name three times, voice rising in disbelief and fury, still buried deep inside her.
“Rahul… Rahul… Rahul…!!”

Suriya froze completely, his hand still gripping her hip tightly. His cock, which had been rock-hard with possessive rage, suddenly lost strength. It softened and slipped out of her with a wet, humiliating sound.

He stared down at her back, then slowly turned his head toward the young man still lying on the floor.
“The 20-year-old kiddo… is your Rahul???”

The room went deathly silent except for Anandhi’s ragged breathing and soft sobs.

Suriya stood there, completely naked, chest heaving, his cock now limp between his legs. The fury on his face slowly melted into stunned confusion, then raw betrayal. His eyes moved from Anandhi’s tear-streaked face to Rahul’s weakened body on the floor.
He took one shaky step back.

The trio stood (or lay) in stunned silence, the harsh truth hanging in the air like smoke.
Rahul remained on the floor, breathing shallowly, too weak to stand.

Anandhi was in full tears, her naked body trembling, caught between the two men who both claimed to love her.

Suriya’s head spun. Everything he thought he knew — the brother-in-law, the helpful relative, the man he had started to see as a friend — had just been shattered.

All three of them were shocked, breathing hard, the room thick with pain, betrayal, and the weight of secrets finally exposed.

[heygiwriter]

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Chapter 66: Three Broken Hearts


Anandhi was in full tears, her naked body trembling, caught between the two men who both claimed to love her.

Suriya’s head spun. Everything he thought he knew — the helpful brother-in-law, the man he had started to see as a friend — had just been shattered in the most humiliating way possible. His cock, still wet from her, hung limp between his legs, a cruel reminder of how quickly his world had collapsed.

All three of them were shocked, breathing hard, the room thick with pain, betrayal, and the weight of secrets finally exposed.
Anandhi didn’t think. She nakedly ran toward Rahul, who was lying weak on the floor after Suriya’s kick and slap. Suriya stood frozen, unable to process what was happening — one moment he was claiming her from behind, the next she was rushing to the man he had just attacked.

She dropped to her knees beside Rahul, lifting his head gently onto her bare thighs. Her tears fell onto his face as she kissed his forehead again and again.

“Rahul… see me… look at me…” she pleaded, voice breaking. “Stay with me… please…”
Rahul looked up at her, his eyes heavy with pain and love, his body already weakening further from the reversal. He tried to smile but winced instead.

Suriya finally moved. Despite the rage still burning in his chest, he couldn’t stand seeing her like this. He stepped forward, helped lift Rahul, and together they placed him on the bed. Anandhi covered Rahul with the sheet while still crying.

“We all should speak,” she said through sobs, looking between both men. “All truths need to be told. No more secrets.”
Suriya stood there for a long moment, chest heaving, then nodded slowly. He picked up his clothes and dressed in silence. Anandhi quickly wrapped a sheet around herself.

Three hours later, the three of them sat in the hall — fully clothed now, but the air still felt raw and heavy.
Every truth landed.

Rahul explained everything again — the AI video, the accident, the scientist, the 100-day experiment, the realisation that his friends had manipulated him, the decision to push Anandhi toward Suriya for her safety and the kids’ future. He spoke calmly, but his voice cracked when he admitted how much it hurt to watch her fall for another man.

Suriya listened in silence, then spoke with quiet anger and pain.

“Even if that was your husband…you know about it only after yuo had sex, but before he was Jeeva right? you still fucked Jeeva behind my back. You let him inside you while I was waiting for you like a fool. How is that not cheating me? How?”

Anandhi cried harder, tears streaming down her face.

She looked at Suriya with raw honesty, voice trembling.

“I wanted to ask your permission… I wanted to come clean to you… but I was scared you wouldn’t agree. I wanted to tell you everything after he left. I’m sorry I hid it. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Suriya’s face twisted with hurt. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair.

Anandhi shook her head, crying openly.

But have you ever came clean, i rejected you in morning, maintained distance all because i felt you tricked me, have you been honest with me? this is not revenge.. but somewhere i must tell the truth.. 

Rahul interjected and said please stop finding faults with each other, Suriya she didnt cheat, she even said me when she came near me that she will come clean to you, confess what she did. But things turned like this.. 

If she had an intention to cheat, she would tried to hide it but she withdraw from you, she wanted to tell what she gonna do.. or what she did, all because she consider you.. 

Suriya then asked, okay what now? Rahul is here? our marriage still in cards?

Anandhi said, please dont talk abuot that now, we need to fix Rahul, i need him here, in my life. 

“So I was just a tool? A backup plan your husband created for you?” Suriya face tightened. 

Anandhi shook her head,  
I do care for you. I do love you in my own way. You supported me when I was broken. You made me feel safe. You made me feel desired again. But my heart… my deepest heart still belongs to Rahul. If that breaks your heart, I’m sorry. You can have my body… but my heart was always his. That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. I did. I still do. But when Rahul was not around… I let myself fall for you.”

The room fell into heavy silence.
Rahul,  said... “Suriya… I never meant to hurt you. I chose you because I saw how you protected her for years. I wanted her to have someone strong. I wanted the kids to have a father. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I pushed her toward you while still wanting her myself.”

Suriya looked between them, chest rising and falling rapidly. His anger was still there, but so was the love he felt for Anandhi. He ran a hand over his face, trying to process everything.

After a long, painful silence, he finally spoke, voice rough.
“We all fucked up. But she’s the one caught in the middle.”

Anandhi wiped her tears,  and whispered, “I don’t want to lose either of you… but I can’t pretend anymore.” Right now Rahul is my priority. 

Rahul said, no you go with Suriya. 

They could nt speak further. 
No one could fully blame anyone else.
The reality was cruel and simple: Anandhi was caught between two men who both loved her — one disappearing because of a failing experiment, the other possessive and hurt because he had been unknowingly part of the plan.

The new issue was clear.

Anandhi wanted Rahul to stay. She begged him, tears flowing again. “Whatever happens to your body… stay with me. We’ll face it together.”
Rahul gently but firmly refused. “I don’t want you to watch me deteriorate. I don’t want the kids to see their father fade away. You should marry Suriya soon. Love him. Build a new life with him. Take care of our children. That’s what I want.”

After hours of tears, arguments, and painful silences, they reached a fragile understanding.


Suriya left the place hoping she would come back to him soon, but somewhere in the corner, the betrayal still hurt him. He needed time as well. But he was glad they had all come clean.

Anandhi took care of Rahul. She was about to introduce the kids to the “new Rahul” as their father, but he denied it and said not to do so.

She decided to keep him close. That night they had passionate sex, but she realised his energy was deteriorating rapidly.
She decided to talk with Suriya and go for a check-up — to explain his situation or find the scientist who made him like this.
But Rahul had already made his final decision.






But Rahul had already made his final decision.

Before they could stop him, before they could search for him, he should slipped away without notice.

He prepared a short note :
“I love you both. Take care of each other and the kids. Live happily.
— Rahul”

He just hided it somewhere. Anandhi slept peacefully in his arms, while he was planning his next move to leave them.