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Looks like the story is not concluding anytime Soon :D 100th Chapter gives a big change over. Will be out mostly by 4 PM

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Chapter 100 - New Doubt, New Dawn, New Story.

The early morning, when Suresh woke up at the regular time — 5:20 AM — he carefully got up, not wanting to wake Sneha. He gently lifted her arm from his chest and placed a pillow beneath her head so she could sleep comfortably. As he turned to leave the small bed, something made him pause.

Sneha was still fast asleep, lying on her side facing him. Her damp hair spread across the pillow and his shoulder, carrying the faint scent of soap and shampoo. The thin black nighty she wore had ridden up slightly, revealing the smooth skin of her thigh. But what caught his attention more were the faint red marks on her neck and the faint bite marks near her collarbone — marks that the nighty barely hid.

Suresh stood there for a long moment, staring at her peaceful face. Her breathing was deep and even, the kind that comes after complete exhaustion. He could still feel the slight dampness on her skin from the shower she had taken in the middle of the night. The realization hit him again — she had been with Gowtham, fucked thoroughly, cleaned herself, and then come to him.

A strange mix of emotions washed over him: disgust, sadness, a lingering trace of jealousy, and something almost like pity. Yet beneath it all was the cold resolve he had been building for weeks. But today he was confused — confused about what next?

He quietly changed into his track pants and t-shirt. The room was tiny, and he was standing close to the bed. As he was about to move, Sneha stirred and suddenly grabbed his hand.

“Where are you going…?” she asked in a sleepy, soft voice.

“As usual, for a walk in the morning.”

“Let me join you. Wait for a minute…” She rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up.
Suresh said gently, “No, you must be tired… have some sleep.”

The words hit her like a hammer. You must be tired? She immediately knew he was referring to last night’s marathon with Gowtham. She had surrendered completely to his demands, made a lot of noise, and come to Suresh only after a long shower.

She quickly shook her head. “No, I’m okay. I will join you. 
Wait for Two minutes… please”

Suresh nodded.


The Park and the Confrontation.

Sneha was actually weak. She could not walk properly. Last night’s marathon sex and less sleep had left her body sore and exhausted. A few minutes into walking, she felt really tired. Suresh noticed and led her to a stone slab in the park. He sat down and asked her to sit beside him.
The husband and wife now had a lot of things processed in their minds.

For Sneha, she still didn’t really know why Suresh felt like he was distancing himself — his rejection, sleeping separately. She was trying to read his mind… but she couldn’t.

For Suresh, he felt betrayal and wanted to withdraw, but things around him were getting complicated. The last day had changed everything. How would he inform her that he had joined a new company and was a core member, and that he must bring her and Ramya to the company function? But above all, the scariest part was his discovery.

Suresh lost himself in the memories of last night… Sitting on the slab, his mind drifted to last night 



Last night… As soon as he entered his room, he had pretended to work for a while, then started arranging the photos in order — the full folder he had copied from Gowtham’s mobile. Everything looked normal at first… But he figured out some closer clips of Gowtham and Sneha in the same scenario; too many takes. 

He realized they had acted together to make themselves look like they were getting seduced.

Suresh already knew this, but a suspicion arise, when he saw a screenshot of the birthday cake order made on the day of their arrival at the hill station. 

He remembers the day when they reached hill station, no  one had birthdays? they dont celebrate anything or met anyone,? then why did he ordered a cake on that day?

Suspicion rose, when he witnessed another screenshot in the gallery. 

Screenshot of the money transferred exactly the night he was kidnapped.

The Money transfer, description noted “Friend loan”… But which friend would ask for a loan at that hour? 
That too exactly on the night he was kidnapped?


A Strange unease hit Suresh?!!!

An unavoidable doubt groomed in him.. That day if he had reached the room in time, Gowtham or Sneha wont have a slightest change to involve in a sexual relationship like today.. everything gone loose when we was kidnapped! That was a mistake, the persons who kidnapped him looks real... they took him for someone else! A mistake.. 

But money transfer on same day? at that hour? Strange.. 

Suresh found it very strange and unsettling.. as every minute passed, he is getting a feel like ... what if it was well planned?

What if Gowtham was the one behind his kidnapping? A preplanned to make it look like a casual mistake??.

He remembered how Gowtham promised him to tell a truth to Suresh the story behind the close image of him and senha, and in turn he had to watch him having sex with Sneha.. and after that Suresh obeyed and even stroked on seeing his wife and Gowtham having sex. but he never said the story, he kept luring him for more sessions.

Till today, Gowtham never said what was that story behind the images.. he had fooled him.. 

He started believing , if he can fool him straight on his face, wont he has a capacity to fool him behind?

That bastard…Shit, i got fooled?
did i got into his trap?
Shit… what if all of it was a careful manipulation by Gowtham?

His blood rose too high. He wanted to enter the master bedroom and beat Gowtham senseless. 

He was sure — 95% sure — it was Gowtham. He wanted to break his hands, legs, and everything to make him pay. 
He decided to confront him.
But as he neared the master bedroom, Sneha’s loud moaning stopped him cold.

He stood still. The reality hit harder. Sneha was no longer controlled by him. The day she dictated what Gowtham wanted during the rule-setting… He knew that was a betrayal, and she was actively pursuing sex with him. His action would only worsen it. If he entered and beat him, she would realise the truth — but what next? Was there a guarantee she would stay loyal again?

He also remembered the images of them before the hill station trip. 
What if she was also in his play? 
Like an active partner?

He does'nt have a strength to withstand it. 

But an alter thought came... what if she was also played by Gowtham? Like me?

Suresh fell on the floor. He could not take it. 
Sneha was a person who couldn't tolerate things like getting fooled or taken for granted.

I need to know the truth, everything.. 
Did he played me? Is he one behind kidnap?
Is Sneha to in the game? or She is also got played by him?
Why Gowtham targets us?

What are Gowtham’s sinister plans?



The thought occupied him. But he got out from that as he hear one more big loud moan from her.. 

Maybe I misunderstood everything… She may just love his sex, not him. 
She is just fooled by Gowtham like me?
Thats why she helped gowtham indirectly during rule setting day ?

Before finding every truth, He wanted to make sure if Sneha was the same women he loved, married and started life together or a sex maniac who is actively planning with gowtham? or a person who got tricked like me?

But somewhere his heart strongly believed Sneha would have been played him ...

He decided to find out for himself. 
He wanted to test Sneha, talk slowly, get her version of events. 
Only that way could he confirm it.
Right now he had immediate things to prove:

1. Find the person whom Gowtham had sent money to.
   
2. Find the cake shop and enquire about who got the cake.
   
3. Speak with Sneha and get to the bottom of the truth without alerting her.
   

The probability that both husband and wife had been fooled by a young man kept haunting him. 
That was why, when she came to him last night, he had tightly embraced her.

While he was deep lost into that memory, a hand shook him and grabbed him to the present.


The Open Conversation


Sneha casually grabbed his hand and shook it. 


“What happened to you?
Why are you looking somewhere? 
you seemed distrubed?” 

she asked softly, her voice full of concern.


Suresh looked at her for a long moment. 

His mind is like couldn't handle the pressure anymore.. The breezy air, just two of them alone, 
He thought this was the right time to openly ask her.. 
He didn’t want to delay things anymore.

But, he wanted to start with a soft note.
He decided to open about his new work..
Adita needs him to present with the family next week. 

he came to a conclusion and began.. 

“Sneha,” 
“I joined a new firm.”

Sneha blinked, surprised. “What? New firm? Where? Marketing job again?”

Suresh shook his head. “No. It’s a prestigious group — V-Activate Group. 
I’m a core member, not marketing.”

Sneha’s eyes widened. “What? Are you for real? You didn’t even say anything yesterday.. when you came home!…”
Suresh shook his head and said no.... “It happened almost like weeks ago…”

Sneha: “Why didn’t you say it then?”
Suresh (lying smoothly): “I was on probation. I didn’t want to disappoint you if I didn’t get it, 
so I decided to keep it quiet until I got full time…”
Sneha: “So you went in now…”

Suresh: “Yes. Next week we have a company gathering. I earned some good name..
The company invited us…”

Sneha was overjoyed. She just hugged him tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck. 
“You did it! I will come. Let’s go as a family.” She smiled brightly, her face glowing with genuine happiness.

Despite the mood, the smile.. and everything.. Suresh wanted to open up, the actual one which was keep bugging him.

Sneha understood that from the face, he had something else to tell?
Her face went stand still realising his face..

She asked.. do you have anything else to say?
Suresh hesitated, then said yes. 

Actually I want to speak to you about something…, i mean i want to ask you something... 

The silence the hesitation had put her into a stand still.. what it could be her head jarred
But she gathered a courage...
Sneha looked at him, still smiling. Said “Ask…”

Suresh took a deep breath.

 “Do you hide anything from me? 
Like… you did something behind my back without my knowledge, for your some benefits or reasons?”

Sneha looked at him not very shockingly, because she expected it was coming... from his face reactions and hesitation...

She asked... “What is it about? Ask me directly, I will answer you honestly.. I Promise..”

For few weeks you have been distant with me, if i can clear things i will be happy and good for our relation.. Just be open with me.. I promise i will answer honestly..

Suresh looked at her and began

“Let me be open. A week back, I mistakenly took your mobile. 
I promise it was a mistake. 

When i opened the WhatsApp, Gowtham’s message was recent one, i don't remember sending any message that previous day so on curiosity i opened it.. I till that moment thought it was my mobile.... Our mobiles look the same. When I opened and looked at the chats, I discovered you had dictated exactly what Gowtham wanted on the rule-setting day…”

I could not tolerate what you did.. 

Why you did that? Any reasons behind it.. You promised you will be open to me!?


Sneha suddenly felt a sharp ping of pain. 
Suresh found out about the chat? 
They had never set passwords on each other’s phones. 
They were always like an open book.
but today felt different, she was caught for her action.. 

But she was determined to be honest enough... 

Sneha took a deep breath and said, 
“Suresh, you asked me straight. Thanks for that. I’m glad you didn’t keep this within yourself and get disturbed mentally…”

She looked into his eyes. “Firstly, will you hate me if I tell you the truth?”

Suresh read her eyes. Right now, he just wanted the truth.
He said, “Hating or liking doesn’t matter. The events have passed. It’s in the past. I’m just feeling odd — why did you side with him?”

Sneha said, “It’s not past. It’s still happening. I like sex with Gowtham, Suresh… And I wanted it. That doesn’t mean sex with you is bad or anything else for comparisons.. I just liked it… After all, it was what we wanted first… I mean, your fantasy — I took it from there. Now I like this. I promise you... I’m not emotionally invested in him. ”

Suresh stopped her. “You didn’t answer what was the necessity for you to help him on the rule-dictating day…”

Sneha took another deep breath. “That rule-setting day, I thought you were going to ask me to stop having sex with him. I actually like sex with him — it was something new. I liked it and I wanted more with Gowtham. I honestly wanted to have sex with him for a few more months until he leaves for Chennai. So I thought, maybe helping him with manipulating the rules would help both of our needs. A win - win situation...  I have no intention to hide this. I thought months would pass soon, eventually we would all forget this and it would appear as a arrangement between three of us.. 

But I never knew we could erase all rules and you would allow me… 

But until recently, your rejection and your coldness, your separation from me in a separate room, worries me…”

Somewhere down I feel you are distancing me. I want you back, i want us back.. that is why I'm being honest and 
I’m openly telling this to you, so you will have a clear picture of my needs and understand me. 

“Apart from this, I never hid anything. I can assure you…”

She took his hand and said,  I will slowly stop this in someday..”
trust me this is not permanent, I'm always yours.. 

Even, yesterday I was about to plan something with you but you rejected me and I ended up there. 
I wanted to treat you as well… But you keep…”

Suresh stopped her with a smile and said, the moment you hide that, 
it is actually like doing something behind me.. 
If you wanted that you could have said me, after all we assumed ourself a open couple after the hill station right?

But that's okay. 

Every word digs deep in her... She started feeling guilty about it.

Suresh Continued.. ignore it. I have few more questions.. 
Are you sure you never hide anything?
The birthday cake at the hill station?”

Sneha blinked. “What birthday cake at the hill station? Did you plan anything?”
Suresh realized she had no idea.
His mind was telling him that, indeed Sneha had no idea.. 

She asked, “What is it, Suresh? Please tell me openly…”

Suresh decided to drop it... 

He looked into her eyes and said, “I think Gowtham is fooling both of us. He might be the reason behind my kidnapping…”
He might have tricked us into for his sexual needs. 

The moment she heared She laughed... 
The laugh lasted for almost a minute.. 

Are you for real? Suresh? 
Gowtham Kidnapped you?
He was always with us for entire trip, he never left us...
where he could have went out found some men's to kidnap you?
Do you forget that?

Suresh... Maybe you are overthinking… 

Suresh: “No, Sneha. I doubt that…”
Sneha looked at his worried state and she moved closer to him...
she hold his palm and softly said lets assume he kidnapped you !

Sneha: “Do you have any proofs?”
Suresh: “He ordered a cake at the hill station. And a money transfer to some person the night I was kidnapped…”

Well that's not proof Suresh that is assumption from what you see..

Suresh said cant you see the picture, i doubt that, can you reason me for the birthday cake and money transfer. 

For the cake...   “Maybe he wanted to treat us, but you got kidnapped and it ended in me and Gowtham having sex, the entire plan have collapsed, may be a reason why he forget about a cake.. It might be some surprise arrangement. 

As for the money transfer, you said ‘friend loan’ in description.… maybe it could be real one, a true friend in real need. 
How could he transfer someone a kidnapper this open?

Wait how did you got all this? 


Suresh lied: “Instead of copying an image, I downloaded from his mobile. I copied the entire gallery and this caught my eyes…”

Sneha could not believe it. She wanted to stop all this nonsense. She felt a relationship travelling with doubt and no trust would collapse…
But she valued Suresh higher than anything. She felt it was her duty to clarify the doubt in him.
She said, “If this is what is bugging you, let’s ask him. Let’s confront him. I’m with you…”





The word gave him relief, he was waiting for it… but he was worried and disappointed by the way she tried to find reasons to safeguard Gowtham.


Yet somewhere he was alarmed too.. asking him straight without concrete proof will make Gowtham to erase the proofs. 

He decided to play cool as always.. and go behind for solid proofs!

He said.. No Sneha, i will have my doubts, its reasonable.. asking him straight will alert him, he may erase proofs. 

Sneha said.. Sorry Suresh I'm sure you are over thinking.. Look are you jealous about I'm being with him at nights?

Suresh looked at her and said, “I’m not jealous. I’m just alarming you… I want you to be aware of your surroundings.”
I want truth before anything.. 


Looking at how she was defending his actions and dismissing the big claim…

Suresh decided not to speak with her about this subject until she herself saw Gowtham’s sinister plan. He decided to silently enquire further.

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Back Home 


While Suresh had opened his heart out, he was still pained by Sneha’s dismissive nature. She hadn’t outrightly rejected his doubts, but her immediate defense of Gowtham left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

However Inside Sneha's head, Suresh’s words had planted a small, uncomfortable seed of doubt.

When they returned home, Suresh went straight into the guest room and locked the door, before asking Sneha to prepare Breakfast soon. 

Sneha stood in the hall for a moment, staring at the closed door, her mind replaying everything he had said.

She walked into the master bedroom. Gowtham was already awake, lying on the bed shirtless, scrolling through his phone. The moment he saw her, a hungry smile spread across his face.

He pulled her onto the bed and started kissing her neck. “Finally… I’ve been waiting for you.”

Sneha tried to respond. She kissed him back, but Suresh’s words kept ringing in her ears — What if Gowtham is fooling both of us? What if he was behind the kidnapping?

Gowtham’s hands roamed her body, pulling at her clothes. He lift her to Shower, He said baby, lets have shower sex like previous day.. 

He pushed her against the wall near the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water cascaded over them as he tore her panties, pressing his hard cock against her. He lifted one of her legs and thrust inside her, fucking her against the wet tiles.

But Sneha couldn’t enjoy it. Every thrust, every moan felt mechanical. Suresh’s suspicion kept flashing in her mind. She tried to push the thoughts away, but they only grew stronger.

After a few minutes, she gently pushed Gowtham back. “Gowtham… stop. I’m not in the mood today.”

Gowtham froze, still buried inside her, irritation flashing across his face. “What??”

“I’m sorry… I’m really tired,” she lied, avoiding his eyes. She slipped away from him, wrapped a towel around herself, and stepped out of the shower.

Gowtham stood there under the running water, furious. The rejection stung deeply, especially after last night’s marathon. 

His ego was bruised again.

Later that day at the office, 


Gowtham decided to vent all his frustration on Varsha. He Know his boss will arrive today, his plan was to Kick Varsha out of the company. He is going to show the reports of poor performances of the people. Especially Varsha.  He doesn't care who she is, earlier he wanted to know about her. But now, he started hating her stubborn nature. Resilience 

He conducted another surprise test and deliberately sabotaged her system when no one was looking — unplugging her monitor cable and causing repeated technical issues. He made sure she struggled visibly in front of the entire batch. 

Later, he quietly included her poor performance in the official trainee assessment, marking her as “unfocused and underprepared.”

When the results were shared, Varsha’s eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lip hard, refusing to cry in front of everyone. She remained determined, clenching her fists under the table. 

In the afternoon, Gowtham cornered her in the empty pantry section on the rooftop.

He showed her the assessment report with a mocking smile. “Look at this. Only two will get selected. Guess who’s not making it?”

Varsha’s eyes filled with tears again, but she refused to let them fall. 
Gowtham stepped closer, enjoying her humiliation, his ego finally satisfied after the morning rejection from Sneha.

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In the evening, Gowtham went to submit the final trainee assessments to his boss, eager to ensure Varsha was eliminated.
But before he could speak, his boss asked casually, “How is Varsha doing? My ex-boss’s daughter…”
Gowtham was taken aback. I wanted to throw her out but he is enquiring?!! Will he accept my decision..?

His boss continued with a serious tone, “She has gone through a lot. You never know the hardships she’s faced…”
A new story was about to begin.

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Chapter 100 - New Doubt, New Dawn, New Story.

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Wait how did you got all this? 


Suresh lied: “Instead of copying an image, I downloaded from his mobile. I copied the entire gallery and this caught my eyes…”

Sneha could not believe it. She wanted to stop all this nonsense. She felt a relationship travelling with doubt and no trust would collapse…
But she valued Gowtham higher than anything. She felt it was her duty to clarify the doubt in him.
She said, “If this is what is bugging you, let’s ask him. Let’s confront him. I’m with you…”

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Also, you had promised 3-4 episodes marathon yesterday, once you start writing.... just a gentle reminder   
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Yes i have edited its Suresh

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Chapter 101 - The Weight of the Past


But before he could speak, his boss asked casually, “How is Varsha doing? My ex-boss’s daughter…”

Gowtham was taken aback. I wanted to throw her out but he is enquiring?!! Will he accept my decision..?


His boss continued with a serious tone, “She has gone through a lot. You never know the hardships she’s faced…”


Mr. Prakash — leaned back in his chair and said quietly,
“Sit down, Gowtham. Before you submit that report, I want to tell you something about Varsha. Actually, I’ve been meaning to speak about her for a while, but I never found the right time.”


Gowtham paused, surprised. He sat.
Mr. Prakash looked out the window for a moment, as if gathering old memories.



“Varsha is the daughter of my ex-boss, Mr. Ashok. He was a visionary. He married a Tamil woman — one of our colleagues — almost 28 years ago. I had a long working relationship with him…”




“My ex-boss, Ashok, was once the respected Managing Director of a large manufacturing conglomerate. He was known across the industry for his honesty. He refused to indulge in the shady ‘under-the-table’ deals his junior partners kept pushing. 
Those partners felt threatened by his principles. So they framed him in a massive financial scam, forged documents, and got him removed overnight. The family lost everything — their luxury home, cars, reputation, savings… everything.”
He paused, voice turning heavier.



“I was one of those subordinates who failed him. We all needed a better boat to sail through… I didn’t keep in touch for a long time. But back then, when I was working under him, I used to visit his house often. Varsha — Ashok's eldest daughter — used to call me ‘Uncle’. She was a bright, cheerful girl studying in 6th grade at the time. She’s all grown up now… I couldn’t even recognise her when I first saw her again.”
”

He looked directly at Gowtham.

“I actually met her in three different places in the last few months. First, she delivered a food parcel when I was at a client meeting. She was crazily demanding tips — that’s how she caught my attention. Then I saw her working the night shift at a medical shop the same week. She said she didn’t have change and kept the extra ten rupees. And one morning while jogging, I saw her selling salads on the roadside. Her prices were ridiculously high, but I was impressed by her hard work. I bought a salad from her one day and started a conversation. When I asked her name and her father’s name… that’s when I realised she was Ashok's daughter.”


He sighed deeply.


Upon further conversation i realised. Few years back “Ashok suffered a stroke from the stress and became bedridden. Varsha dropped her final year of MBA to support the family.

She has been working three jobs while taking care of her ailing father, her younger brother, and sister. She demands extra tips when delivering food, lies about ‘no change’ in shops to get ten rupees more… She is smart, Gowtham. Very smart. But life has made her ruthless. She has this burning resentment toward powerful men and a dangerous ‘ends justify the means’ attitude.”
Mr. Prakash leaned forward.

“I offered her this trainee position out of guilt and respect for her father — the man who once mentored me. I wanted to repay him by giving his daughter a chance to stand on her feet with dignity.”

He looked Gowtham straight in the eyes.


“She may look ambitious. She may trick you here and there. I know what you’ve been up to — I have people watching everyone. I won’t judge your decision… but she is different. She has her own battles. You are the most important asset I have here. Give her a second chance. When you give a second chance… don’t think bad of her. Train her better. Even if she fails the assessment again… do me a favour and find a way to keep her. Mold her. Give her the platform her father once gave me.”

Gowtham sat frozen.

All the cruelty he had shown Varsha — the tough questions, the sabotaged system, the public humiliation, the rigged assessment — suddenly felt heavy on his chest. He had vented his frustration on a girl who was already fighting a war he knew nothing about.


For the first time in many days, Gowtham felt genuine guilt.

He lowered his head slightly and said softly, “I… I didn’t know, Sir.”
Mr. Prakash nodded. “Now you do. Treat her fairly.”
Gowtham left the cabin with a strange heaviness in his heart. The same girl he had been trying to destroy… was the daughter of a man his boss still respected deeply.
He stood in the corridor for a long moment, staring at the assessment report in his hand.
For the first time, he wasn’t sure what to do next.

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Gowtham left his boss’s cabin with a strange heaviness in his chest. The assessment report felt heavier in his hand than before. He had walked in ready to destroy Varsha’s future, but now every cruel word and action he had taken against her echoed in his mind.


He went straight to his own cabin, closed the door, and sat down heavily. Even before I could complain, Sir wants me to protect her… The time ticked by. The office slowly emptied as people left for the day.

A soft knock broke the silence.

Varsha stepped in alone, closing the door behind her. Her eyes were red-rimmed but determined. She stood straight in front of his desk.
“Why are you giving me such a hard time?” she asked directly. “This job is important to me. That’s why I approached you earlier — I didn’t want to expose your behaviour to others. I admit I failed the test. Tell me straight… what do you need from me?”

Gowtham leaned back in his chair, surprised by her boldness. He decided to play with her a little.
“Can you offer anything? that i would reconsider....” he asked with a smirk.

Varsha took a deep breath. “I know what men like you usually demand.
I’ve never bowed down before… ask me anything else


Okay then tell me your offer, let me hear.. 
I will give you part of my salary from next month, how does that work?

Nope.. I need something special.. 

What do you need..? Ask me direct Varsha said in anger..
For a moment.. Gowtham lost all his humane value he had few minutes back.. 
His eyes roamed on her.. He actually does this to scare her and play with her.

He decided.. lets play with her and test her limits. 

He kept his eyes on her shirt and said 
May be just undo few buttons out there.. 

She looked at him for a moment.. 
He expected her to be shout in shock or scold him or even slap him but instead her face show something else like.. she was expecting this

She smirked finally.. 
With a great disappointment she shook her head, after all, all the men are same right..? 
She looked around for a moment.. she found a blind spot...

She pretend to keep the file on his table near his pc, but she kept her mobile phone camera recorded one and placed it in a way he cannot find it..


Varsha stood in front of him, breathing a little faster. Her fingers hovered over the fourth button of her shirt, hesitation clear in her eyes.

She was skeptical, unsure how far this would go, but the desperation to keep her job pushed her forward. She was determined to throw him out. before he throws her out.. she was like she is ready to drag him along with her out.

She was waiting for him to speak so the recorded can register his voice, that would be solid proof even, if part of them missed in video due to positioning.

Slowly, her fingers began to undo the button.
Gowtham lean forward as he speak... his voice low. “Looks like you have great experience in this…”

Varsha met his eyes with quiet defiance. “You and I are the same. You must have experience asking every woman who works under you. But I’m a fresher even in this… I’m starting with you Mr. Gowtham. She deliberately getting him into conversation for the record. 

The moment first button undone.. he could not believe.. she actually did it, for a second he sounded like a monster to himself. 

Gowtham’s smirk faded. A sudden wave of hesitation hit him. Wait… this is going too far, he thought. I was just playing with you.
He raised his hand holding the pen, intending to gesture “stop” before things escalated.

But in his haste, the pen slipped from his grip. The open ink cartridge tipped, and a thick blue-black drop of ink fell directly onto Varsha’s exposed cleavage, landing right in the soft valley between her breasts.


Varsha gasped, eyes widening in shock. “Oh shit…”

She immediately stepped back, looking down at the dark stain spreading on her skin and the edge of her bra.
“I’ll… I’ll wash it,” she muttered, flustered, and quickly moved toward the small attached washroom in his cabin.

Gowtham stood frozen for a second, then followed her instinctively. “Wait, I’m sorry — it was an accident…”


He pushed the washroom door open slightly, intending to apologize properly.
What he saw stopped him cold.

Varsha had removed her shirt completely and was standing in front of the sink in just her black bra. The ink had trickled down between her heavy, full breasts, staining the top edge of her bra. She was trying to wipe it off with wet tissue, causing her breasts to jiggle softly with every movement. The overhead light highlighted every curve — the smooth, fair skin, the deep cleavage, the way her breasts strained against the bra cups.

Gowtham’s mouth went dry. All the anger, frustration, and calculation from earlier melted away, replaced by raw, primal lust. Oh my goodness… fuck, he thought. All these days I saw her with hatred. But today she looked more gorgeous. How did i missed seeing her, how did my own eyes betrayed me too look the beauty before me.. She is GORGEOUS....


When the door creaked further under his pressure, Varsha saw him and panicked.

She shouted...... like the entire office can hear..

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Chapter 102 - Stuck Between Varsha and Sneha.

Gowtham stood frozen in the washroom doorway, eyes locked on Varsha’s half-naked body. She had removed her shirt completely and was standing in just her black bra, the ink stain trickling down between her heavy, full breasts. The overhead light highlighted every curve — the smooth, fair skin, the deep cleavage, the way her breasts strained against the thin fabric.


Varsha realised he was staring. She quickly covered her chest with her arms, eyes wide with panic and embarrassment. 
“What are you doing? Get out!”

Before Gowtham could respond, they both heard footsteps approaching the cabin. Mr. Prakash’s voice echoed from outside.
“Gowtham? Varsha? What happened? I heard a shout.”

Gowtham’s heart nearly stopped. The boss was right outside.
Varsha reacted faster than he expected. She quickly closed the washroom door, leaving only a small gap, and whispered sharply, “Stay quiet.”
A few seconds later, she stepped out of the washroom, still adjusting her shirt, the ink stain partially wiped but visible on her collar. Mr. Prakash stood near the desk, looking concerned.

“Beta, what happened? Why did you shout? And why is your dress like this?”
Varsha looked at Gowtham for a split second. His eyes were pleading, almost desperate. 
The same man who had tormented her for days was now at her mercy.

She turned back to Mr. Prakash with a calm smile. “Nothing serious, Uncle. He spilled ink on me while gesturing with his pen. I went to wash it off, and there was a cockroach in the sink. I got scared and shouted. That’s all.”

Mr. Prakash looked between them, then chuckled. “Uff, these old buildings… Be strong, beta. Don’t let small things scare you.” He patted her shoulder gently and left the cabin.

The moment the door closed, Gowtham let out a long breath of relief. He looked at Varsha, gratitude mixed with confusion in his eyes.
Varsha didn’t smile. She walked to the table, picked up her file and — most importantly — her mobile phone that had been recording everything.

Gowtham just realized, if he didn't stopped her he could have been slammed by her... 
She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her faint perfume.

“If you want to fight with me, pull me down and fight directly,” she said, voice calm but sharp. 
“If you play fair, I will play fair. If you play dirty… I will do it twice as dirty.”

Her boldness, her charisma, the way her body still carried the faint scent of ink and tension — Gowtham was mesmerised. 
For the first time, he saw her not just as an enemy, but as a formidable, gorgeous woman.

Varsha turned and left without another word.

Suresh had already retreated into the guest bedroom by the time Gowtham reached home. Sneha opened the door for him with a tired but warm smile.


“Why is everyone late today?” she asked, closing the door behind him. “Suresh also came late. He just had dinner and said he felt sleepy, then went straight in.”

Gowtham nodded absently. For a brief moment, as he looked at Sneha, his mind involuntarily compared her to Varsha.

Both were gorgeous in their own way. Sneha had perfect assets — full, heavy breasts, a soft milky complexion, and that sensual energy that always drove him wild. But Varsha… Varsha felt like a different level. Her skin had a smoother, golden glow, she was slightly taller, with sharper features, longer legs, and a body that carried both elegance and raw sensuality. Even in her anger and helplessness earlier today, there was something magnetic about her.

How was I so blinded chasing Sneha when someone like Varsha was right there? he thought.
Sneha noticed his distant expression. “What are you dreaming about? Freshen up and come eat fast.”

During dinner, Gowtham was unusually quiet. No playful toe under the table, no lingering touches. Sneha assumed her rejection in the shower that morning had made him sulk again. She felt a small pang of guilt but pushed it aside.

After dinner, they entered the master bedroom. Sneha lay on the bed, expecting him to make a move. But Gowtham sat on the edge, still lost in his thoughts — Varsha’s raised eyebrow, her angry yet determined face, the way her breasts had looked when the ink trickled down her cleavage, her helplessness mixed with bold defiance. He was replaying every second of that washroom moment, inch by inch of her beauty.

Unaware of his mindset, Sneha felt torn between Suresh’s earlier words and Gowtham’s sudden alienating behavior.

The entire day she was battling herself about the claim Suresh made, Gowtham had actually kidnapped him? No way, he is just a clueless young fellow she thought.. if he is too cunning he would have been exposed by his behavior.. this man here is sulking for a little rejection.. how could he possibly have a courage to do those??  


He must be hurt, she thought. 
I know my way to fix this. She smiled to herself. 

She sat up, removed her nighty in one smooth motion, and stood before him in just her black bra and panties. She moved closer, placed her hand on his bare chest, and asked softly, “Are you still angry with me?”


Gowtham snapped back to the present, his eyes meeting hers.
She smirked. “I know how to make you speak…”

Her hand slid down boldly into his briefs. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled it out instantly. The sudden touch brought Gowtham fully back into the moment. His eyes darkened with renewed lust.

“Dei… I’m sorry for the morning,” she whispered, her voice husky. “It’s just… I wasn’t really in the mood.”

The lie hurt her a little, but her desire for pleasure won over. 
She positioned herself between his legs and lowered her mouth onto his cock without hesitation.

Her hand slid down boldly into his briefs. She wrapped her warm fingers around his thick, semi-hard cock and pulled it out instantly. The sudden touch sent a jolt through Gowtham, snapping him fully back into the present moment. His eyes darkened with renewed, animalistic lust as his cock twitched and began to harden rapidly in her grip.


“Dei… I’m sorry for the morning,” she whispered, her voice husky and dripping with desire. “It’s just… I wasn’t really in the mood.”


The lie stung her a little, but her hunger for pleasure won over everything else. Without waiting for a reply, Sneha positioned herself between his spread legs, lowered her head, and took his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

She started slowly — teasing him. Her soft tongue licked up the entire length of his shaft in long, sensual strokes, tasting the salty skin. 

She swirled her tongue around the swollen head, licking up the bead of precum that had already leaked out, savoring it. Gowtham groaned deeply, his hand gently resting on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair.

Then she took him deeper. Her lips stretched wide around his thickness as she bobbed her head, sucking with wet, hungry strokes. The obscene, sloppy sounds of her mouth filled the room — wet slurps, soft gags, and her muffled moans vibrating around his cock. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes while she sucked, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down his shaft and onto his balls.

Gowtham’s control snapped. He growled, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening head.

He flipped her onto her back in one rough motion, spreading her legs wide. He removed her bra and panties in seconds, tossing them aside. Then he thrust his thick cock deep inside her soaked pussy in one powerful stroke.


Sneha cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely. He fucked her with raw intensity in missionary — hard, deep, possessive strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce wildly. Her dark nipples were stiff and begging. Gowtham leaned down, sucking and biting them greedily while pounding into her, the wet slapping sounds echoing in the room.


As he kissed her deeply, his mind flashed to Varsha — the way her lips had looked when she was unbuttoning her shirt, slightly parted, nervous yet defiant. Her lips looked softer… fuller… 

The thought made him kiss Sneha harder, almost angrily.

At 12:40 AM, Sneha was already panting, “Gowtham… it’s getting late…”


But he only smirked darkly and flipped her onto all fours. He took her from behind in doggy style, gripping her wide hips tightly and slamming into her deeper than before. Her ass rippled with every brutal thrust. Sneha’s moans turned into loud, broken cries as he reached around to rub her swollen clit roughly.

By 1:10 AM, she was breathless and trembling. “Baby… please… 1 AM is already past… I need to sleep…”


Gowtham pulled out, turned her over, and made her ride him in cowgirl position. Sneha, exhausted but still burning with lust, straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his cock. She began bouncing — her heavy breasts jiggling and slapping together hypnotically with every drop. Gowtham gripped her ass hard, guiding her faster, occasionally slapping her cheeks. He sat up suddenly, sucking and biting her bouncing nipples while she rode him desperately.

As he sucked hard on her breast, his mind replaced Sneha’s face with Varsha’s — those full, heavy breasts he had glimpsed in the washroom, the way the ink had trickled between them. They looked bigger… heavier… He sucked harder on Sneha’s nipple, imagining it was Varsha’s.

Sneha collapsed against his chest, whimpering, “Gowtham… I can’t… I’m too tired…”

But Gowtham wasn’t finished. He laid her on her side, spooned her from behind, lifted her top leg high, and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust. This position allowed slow, grinding strokes that dragged his thick cock perfectly against her sensitive walls. One hand wrapped around her throat possessively while the other rubbed her clit. He kissed and bit the back of her neck, whispering filthy words as he fucked her deep and slow.

Finally, at 1:30 AM, he flipped her onto her back once more. 




He hooked her shaky legs over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove into her with raw, animalistic force. This final missionary was the most intense — deep, punishing, relentless strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce violently. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her glistening skin. Sneha’s eyes rolled back, her voice hoarse from screaming, her pussy red, swollen, and twitching around his thick cock.

As he pounded her mercilessly in missionary, staring down at her face, Gowtham’s mind replaced Sneha’s features with Varsha’s — her sharp eyes, her determined expression from the washroom, the way she had looked when she unbuttoned her shirt. She would look so fucking good under me… The fantasy made him fuck Sneha even harder, chasing his release.

“Cum with me,” he growled.

Their bodies tensed together violently. Sneha screamed his name as her final, most powerful orgasm crashed through her — her pussy spasming wildly, gushing around his cock. At the exact same moment, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural roar and exploded inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in powerful, endless spurts. They came together violently, bodies shaking and locked in ecstasy, her walls milking every drop from him as he filled her completely.

Gowtham collapsed beside her with a satisfied groan. Sneha lay there, completely drained of energy. Her body was limp, thighs trembling, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Thick white cum slowly leaked from her swollen, well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. She could barely move.

Gowtham pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead. 
But even as he held her, his mind drifted back to Varsha — her boldness, her body, the power she had shown today in the washroom.

He slept in tiered for a moment, 5 minutes later he heared the bathing sound from the bathroom.. he closed his eyes again.. his mind is still stuck with Varsha. 

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Thats all for the night . Good night guys

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calm down guys

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Sorry guys..  again work and personal life needs pulled me in.. No update for the day.. 

But saw a lot of comments. I purposely didn't read anything.. very cautious that nothing should influence me.. what i write further may be too good or too bad.. but i wanted to make sure  to myself , that i wrote what came in my mind :) the original plan that came i thought of.

But hope you all having a fun conversation :)

Good night :)   

Suresh and Gowtham who were supposed to fight got distracted for different reasons. hope you guys doing it on behalf of them :D

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Chapter 103 - Fractured Mornings


Sneha came out of the bathroom after a quick shower, drying her damp hair with a towel. The clock on the wall showed 2:15 AM. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp. Gowtham was already fast asleep on his back, one arm thrown across the pillow, his naked body relaxed after their long, intense session.

She stood there for a moment, looking at him, then at the closed door of the guest room. A quiet guilt pulled at her. Without thinking much, she closed the master bedroom door softly and tiptoed toward Suresh’s room.

She tried the handle gently. 
It didn’t open. 
She tried again, pushing a little harder. 
It didn’t open. 

The door was locked from inside.

Why did he lock it? she wondered. 
He usually doesn’t…??
She raised her hand to knock but stopped herself. 
If he’s sleeping, I shouldn’t disturb him. With a heavy heart, she turned back and returned to the master bedroom.

She set an alarm for 5:20 AM, determined to wake up early and join Suresh for the morning walk.

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Suresh, however, had not slept.
He had heard everything — every moan, every slap of skin, every cry from the master bedroom. Each sound had cut deeper than the last. After their honest conversation in the park, after he had opened up about his doubts and the new job, she had still chosen to go to Gowtham the very same night.

He lay in the darkness, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. 
The locked door was his silent protest. 
The cold resolve inside him grew stronger.
Is she really a slut? becoming an unofficial wife of Gowtham?

The thought hurt him more than he expected. 
After everything I told her today… she still went back to him.

The restless ends when everyone slept in a after sometime...

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The alarm rang at 5:20 AM.

Sneha woke up with a start. 
Before she could switch it off, Gowtham stirred beside her. 

Gowtham knows, what she would do, but his morning boner needs her. 
His strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against his chest.

“Gowtham… leave me,” she whispered, trying to wiggle free. “I need to go for a walk.”

“No way,” he murmured sleepily, his voice thick with morning desire. “I need you… I missed the early morning sex in recent days..”

He knew exactly what she was trying to do — run to her husband again. 
For a second, a dark urge to possess her completely took over. He pulled her in for a deep, demanding kiss. 
Sneha struggled at first, but his hands were already roaming her body. 
He lifted her nighty, teased her entrance with his hard cock, rubbing it against her folds until she was wet and trembling.

When he finally pushed inside her, Sneha lost herself completely. 
A soft moan escaped her lips as he started thrusting — slow and deep at first, then harder. 
She wrapped her legs around him, surrendering to the pleasure.

The second alarm she had set at 5:30 AM rang loudly.

That was when reality crashed back in. “Stop… stop…” she gasped, pushing him away with all her strength. “Leave it now…”
She mercilessly shoved him off, quickly wiped between her legs with the edge of the bedsheet, pulled on a track pant and t-shirt, and rushed out of the room.

The guest room door was open. Suresh was nowhere to be seen.

A moment later, the truth hit her — Suresh had gone for his morning walk alone.
Sneha ran outside. 
The entire apartment complex was silent, the early morning mist still hanging in the air. 
No sign of him.

She came back inside, grabbed her phone with shaking hands, and called him.

It rang… and rang… but he didn’t pick up.
Panic flooded her. I was just making him back to me, did i spoiled it myself... what if he thinks too badly about me now?

The reality of what she had done crashed over her like a wave. 
The locked door last night. No response. 
He had openly told her his doubts about Gowtham yesterday… and yet, 
the very same night, she had sex with him again.

Shit… how would he have felt?
Already he’s maintaining distance… and now this…

Why, Sneha? Why do you keep making these mistakes?

Tears welled up in her eyes as she stood in the hall, hands covering her face. She sat on Sofa..

Gowtham, who had been watching everything from the master bedroom door, came out completely nude. 
He stood in front of her, his cock still semi-hard from their interrupted session.
“What happened?” he asked casually.

Sneha looked at him, voice breaking. “He’s gone alone… leaving me behind.”
Gowtham smirked. “Good. Then come… let’s continue what we left.”
He held his cock and winked at her.

Sneha stared at him, anger and frustration boiling over. 

“How many times have I told you… not to come out nude inside the house?! Rules are rules!”

Gowtham laughed. “Rules? When are we following them?” He stepped closer, his cock swinging teasingly near her face. “Stop this. Can’t you think of anything else other than sex? You’re always keeping me indulged in sex. Mornings are the only time I get to spend with him… and you stopped that too. Are you happy now?”

She shouted helplessly, tears streaming down her face.

Gowtham got irritated.. 

Gowtham’s expression hardened. “Am I indulging you always? Who came to me on Monday? Tuesday I initiated, fine. What about yesterday night? I was just thinking about something and it was you who wanted me. You yourself keep entertaining me. And even now, i just kissed you, you surrendered yourself to me... more than me its you .. its you who needs me for sex. You could not think a day without my sex.. Ask yourself.. I'm not blaming but let me tell you clearly.. You are the only reason why you can’t spend time with him — not me.”


He turned and walked back into the master bedroom, leaving her standing there.

Sneha knew what he said was the truth. She stood frozen, hands on her face, realizing the depth of her own mistakes.

She waited anxiously until 6:40 AM. When Suresh finally returned from his walk, she rushed to him.

“I’m sorry… I overslept. 
Couldn’t get up early,” she said quickly. 
“Why did you lock the door last night?”

Suresh turned to her, his expression cold and tired. 

“I have a meeting early at the office. I really don’t have time.” He paused, then looked her straight in the eyes.

“But let me ask you something… What will you do if I keep having sex with another woman and crawl back to you in the middle of the night? Would you appreciate it… especially after you told me you didn’t trust that woman?”

Sneha know she was done.. nothing can justify her actions.. She opened her mouth to reply some random things to cool him temporarily, but Suresh stopped her with a raised hand.

“I don’t want your answers. I don’t expect anything.” He looked at the faint bite marks still visible on her neck. “In a few days we need to go for the company gathering. At least make sure you don’t have these bite marks.”

Sneha stood stunned, the words hitting her like a slap.
For the first time, she truly felt like a slut in her own eyes.

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Chapter 104 - The Newness 

The words from Suresh hit Sneha like a slap across the face. 

She stood frozen in the hall long after he had left for the office, his cold question echoing in her head:


What will you do if I keep having sex with another woman and crawl back to you in the middle of the night?

Tears stung her eyes. She questioned herself for the first time in months. Why have I become like this? When did I start hurting the man I once loved more than anything?

Determined to do something — anything — to bridge the growing distance, she went into the kitchen and decided to prepare Suresh’s favorite breakfast: soft idlis with coconut chutney and spicy sambar. She moved mechanically, her mind still reeling. She decided to take a bath and present herself neatly before serving..

When she entered the master bedroom to take a bath, Gowtham was already inside the bathroom.
She waited, but he opened the door and pulled her in without a word.

“Come inside,” he said, voice thick with morning desire.
“I’ll bathe after you’re done,” she protested weakly.

But Gowtham didn’t listen. He pulled her under the shower and turned it on. 

He knows the mood of Sneha, he said, im sorry i didnt mean to hurt you.. Im sorry, where i will go if you are angry on me? Im sorry okay? lets finish what we started in morning or my day wont go in a way i want..

Warm water cascaded over them. He kissed her cheeks, then her lips, trying to ignite the passion from last night.



Sneha stood still like a statue under the warm spray, water cascading over her naked body. Her mind was miles away — trapped in the image of Suresh’s hurt eyes that morning, his cold detachment, and the terrifying fear that she was slowly losing him forever. She didn’t kiss Gowtham back. She didn’t wrap her arms around him. She simply stood there, letting it happen.

Gowtham noticed her lack of response immediately. Her usual fire, her eager moans, her hungry hands — none of it was there today. But he didn’t stop. He was too aroused, too frustrated from the previous rejections, and too used to taking what he wanted from her.

He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his hip, and rubbed the thick head of his hard cock against her entrance. She was still wet from earlier, but there was no eager anticipation in her eyes. He pushed inside her in one firm thrust anyway, burying himself to the hilt.

Sneha let out a soft, involuntary moan as he filled her, her body reacting on pure instinct. But inside, she was struggling. Every thrust felt distant, mechanical. Her hands rested limply on his shoulders, not pulling him closer, not pushing him away. She stared at the tiled wall behind him, water streaming down her face.

Gowtham leaned in to kiss and suck on her neck, intending to leave a fresh, possessive mark like he usually did. But this time Sneha turned her head away sharply, denying him access.

“No marks,” she whispered, voice strained but firm. 

Gowtham paused for a fraction of a second, surprised by her resistance. He could feel the emotional wall she had put up. Still, he didn’t stop thrusting. He gripped her waist tighter and fucked her against the wet tiles — rough, relentless strokes that made her breasts bounce with every impact. The sound of skin slapping wet skin echoed in the shower, mixing with the steady spray of water.

For ten long minutes, he took her like that — deep, possessive thrusts, his mouth moving to her shoulder and collarbone instead, but she kept shifting subtly, preventing him from leaving any visible fresh marks. Her body betrayed her with soft gasps and moans, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily as pleasure rippled through her despite everything. But her mind remained detached, floating somewhere between guilt and numbness.

Gowtham groaned against her skin, chasing his own release. He knew she wasn’t fully there with him, but he didn’t slow down. He fucked her harder, faster, until his thighs tensed and he buried himself deep, spilling inside her with a low, guttural moan.

When he finally pulled out, Sneha leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, water washing over her flushed body. Tears continued to fall silently down her cheeks, hidden by the shower.

She whispered, voice barely audible, “Gowtham… I need to bathe alone. Give me some time.”

Gowtham looked at her for a moment, sensing the emotional wall between them. He didn’t argue. He stepped out of the shower, leaving her standing there under the running water — alone with her guilt, her confusion, and the growing fear that she was destroying everything she once held dear.

Alone in the shower, Sneha cried silently. The water hid her tears as she scrubbed herself, trying to wash away the guilt, the confusion, and the growing mess she had created. How will I fix this with Suresh? Stopping sex won’t be enough. Rebuilding what we once had… it’s going to be a hectic task. But she was determined. She had to try.

She came out, dried herself, and dressed carefully in a beautiful cotton red saree — the one Suresh had bought her for her birthday years ago. She looked at herself in the mirror. For a moment, she saw the old Sneha — the wife who once made her husband’s eyes light up. She appeared like a princess, elegant and graceful.

She went to the kitchen to finish cooking. After the breakfast was done, Suresh left for the office without a word. Gowtham came out, gave her a quick lip kiss (which she didn’t fully return), and left for work too.

Sneha stood alone in the silent house, the red saree suddenly feeling heavy on her body.

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At Gowtham’s office, chaos greeted him the moment he stepped inside. People were gossiping loudly, no one at their desks. HR looked extremely tense. The trainees, including Varsha, were huddled together, faces pale.


Gowtham’s mind immediately flashed to Varsha’s half-naked body in the washroom yesterday, but the tension in the air pulled him back to reality. He kept his laptop bag in his cabin and walked straight toward the boss’s room.

He could hear Mr. Prakash’s raised voice from inside:

“How did this happen again?! The same competitor won the bid! How?! This will put our entire company’s growth at question! Call Gowtham — I need him now!”
Gowtham froze outside the door, stunned.

---

On the other side of the city, Suresh reached the towering V-Activate Group headquarters. The massive glass-and-steel structure dominated the skyline, one of the biggest corporate landmarks in the area. Dark clouds had gathered since morning, and by the time he arrived, heavy rain was pouring down in sheets, turning the roads into rivers.


The underground parking was strictly restricted to senior management and special guests, but today Suresh decided to risk it. Just this once, he thought. No one will notice in this rain. He was already running late for an important internal meeting, and fighting for a spot on the overcrowded ground-level lot would waste more time.

He drove down the spiraling ramp. The sound of rain faded into a distant roar as the underground level swallowed him. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long, cold shadows. Everything seemed normal at first — rows of luxury cars, quiet hum of generators, the faint smell of wet concrete and engine oil.

He parked in a relatively empty corner, killed the engine, and stepped out. The door click echoed loudly in the cavernous space. He adjusted his tie, grabbed his laptop bag, and turned to walk toward the elevator.

That’s when he saw it.

In a blind spot near the far wall, partially hidden behind a concrete pillar, a man lay sprawled on the floor. He was badly beaten, face swollen, blood pooling around his head and staining his white shirt. Three well-dressed men,corporate goons in sharp suits, stood over him like predators. One held a wooden rod, another a small knife, the third was wiping blood from his knuckles with a handkerchief.

And among them, issuing commands with ice-cold authority, was Vinodhini Rakesh.
Her voice was sharp and commanding. “Make sure he doesn’t talk. Clean this up before anyone comes down.”

Their eyes met across the dimly lit space.

For the first time, Suresh saw a completely new version of her , sharp, dangerous, and in complete control. The elegant, professional woman who had guided him through his onboarding was gone. In her place stood someone cold, ruthless, and utterly terrifying.

Vinodhini’s expression hardened instantly. Her eyes narrowed, and for a split second, something lethal flashed across her face.

“Suresh,” she said, her voice low but carrying clear authority, “what the hell are you doing here? Don’t you know underground parking is restricted?”

The three men turned toward him, their postures shifting threateningly. The air grew thick with tension. Rainwater dripped from the ceiling somewhere in the distance, the only sound breaking the heavy silence.

Suresh stood frozen, heart pounding. The blood on the floor, the weapons, Vinodhini’s commanding presence — everything screamed that he had just walked into something he was never meant to see.

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Chapter 105 - The morning at the office changed Suresh and Gowtham Dynamics


Gowtham knocked on the door the moment he heard his boss’s frustrated voice from inside.
“Come in,” Mr. Prakash called.

Gowtham stepped inside, with the new assessment report in his hand.

Before he could say anything, his boss looked up with tired, angry eyes.

“The same competitor of ours snatched the tender for the second time in a row,” Mr. Prakash said, slamming a file on the table. 

He looked at Gowtham and said... 

“I was planning to make you lead the new startup firm along with the selected trainees. 
Now it all seems to be going in vain.”

Gowtham stood silently, absorbing the blow.

Mr. Prakash continued, “Next week we have another critical tender. 
I want you to prepare a full analysis and send it to Rahul. 
Don’t treat Rahul like just an HR in this matter — treat him like a friend. And Rahul,”
he looked at the HR head sitting across, “you do the same. Work together on this.”
Both nodded.


Gowtham finally spoke, voice steady but concerned. “Sir, may I know how they won the bid? i mean the margin...”

Mr. Prakash leaned back, rubbing his temples. “They quoted just 2 lakhs below our project cost. And the same difference was there in previous bidding as well.. It’s impossible… unless someone from inside is feeding them information.”

Gowtham’s mind immediately went to Varsha.

She has all the qualities to do something like this, he thought. Stealing company secrets and selling them for money. She’s stubborn, cunning, and desperate. The image of her unbuttoning her shirt in his cabin flashed in his mind.

But instead of voicing his suspicion, something strange happened inside him. He no longer wanted to destroy her. He wanted to stop her from doing wrong… to guide her… to fix her.

Shit… are you lusting after her or actually starting to care? 
Gowtham faced his first real confusion in a long time.

Mr. Prakash continued, “Our company doesn’t have traitors who would do something like this for money. 
I’m sure about it.” He sighed.

“But we can’t take chances. Gowtham, I need your best on this.”
I have decided to make young brains work on this instead myself...

Gowtham nodded slowly. “I’ll handle it, Sir.”

He left the cabin with a storm raging in his head. 
The same girl he had been trying to crush just days ago was now occupying a completely different space in his mind.
Now with the care?

At the same time at Suresh Office underground parking 

Suresh was stunned by the scene before him.


The restricted underground parking, had transformed into something nightmarish. In a blind spot near the far wall, partially hidden behind a concrete pillar, a man lay sprawled on the concrete floor, badly beaten — face swollen, blood pooling around his head and staining his torn shirt. Three well-dressed men stood over him like executioners, wooden rods and knives glinting under the flickering fluorescent lights.

And at the center of it all, issuing commands with ice-cold authority, was Vinodhini Rakesh.

This was not the elegant, professional woman Suresh had met during his onboarding.
This Vinodhini looked terrifying - sharp, dangerous, and utterly in control.
Her eyes held no warmth, only calculated ruthlessness.

The beaten man groaned weakly, spitting blood as he rasped, “You bastards… leave me alone… Aditya, you took everything from me — my earnings, my cars, every single penny… You kept my wife as your mistress all these days… Why are you pushing me to this?”

Suresh’s blood ran cold. He heard every single word.

The man weakly raised his hand toward the right. Suresh followed the gesture and saw it — a sleek, imported MUV parked in the shadows. Through the tinted windows, he could make out two figures inside, skin exposed, bodies close together. He assumed they were naked.

Realizing the scene, Suresh decide to take his car and go back to ground floor. 
As he stepped back .. 

Vinodhini’s sharp voice cut through the tension. 
Stop Suresh Where are you going..

Suresh: Im Sorry i will go back to ground floor.. I pretend i didn't see anything. 
Vinodhini: Stop there Suresh. 

Come here. Now, or these gentleman's will receive you

The three men turned toward him, their postures shifting threateningly.
The air grew thick with danger. 
Rainwater dripped from the ceiling somewhere in the distance, the only sound breaking the heavy silence.

Suresh stood frozen for a second, heart pounding. The blood on the floor, the weapons, Vinodhini’s commanding presence — everything screamed that he had just walked into something he was never meant to see.

He walked slowly towards her.. figuring out what to respond.. 

Before he could respond, the MUV door opened. 

A woman stepped out first. She was hurriedly wrapping a thin shawl around her body, covering herself. Her hair was messy, cheeks flushed, and she avoided everyone’s eyes. Behind her, Aditya emerged, casually pulling on a shirt over his muscular torso, still wiping sweat from his neck with a towel.

Aditya looked every bit the villain — tall, powerfully built, with a magnetic, commanding presence that made the air feel heavier.

Aditya smirked when he saw Suresh.

“Oh, Suresh… you’re here,” he said, voice smooth and dangerous. “You know what happens when someone doesn’t obey my rules? I punish them.”

He turned to the beaten man on the floor. “Mr. Ayush… you should not have crossed my line. You should not have cheated me, my money, and done things behind my back. You know why she is quiet right now?” He slapped the naked woman’s ass possessively. “Because if she reacts, you will have to endure even more pain.”

Let me tell you a bonus point... She is not loyal like you think.. i easily seduced her a long back.. at our company gathering.. She just cheated on you.. I was just planning to punish you and she made it easy..   

Aditya laughed — a low, chilling sound that echoed in the underground space like a real villain’s.

He looked back at Suresh. “You shouldn’t have come down here. Underground parking is restricted for a reason.” His eyes bored into Suresh. “Now you have only two ways forward. Stay loyal to me… and you will grow with me. Choose the other path… and what you’ve witnessed here will look merciful compared to what will happen to you.”

Aditya slapped the woman’s ass again. “Wait for me at my home.” He ordered one of his subordinates, “Take her.”

He just left the place like a King... 

Vinodhini stepped forward gracefully. 
She glanced at the woman from the MUV, then at Suresh.
“Come with me,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

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Chapter 106 - The Shift


In the noon, during lunch, Gowtham sat alone in the pantry area, staring at his tiffin box. His eyes kept searching for Varsha among the scattered employees, but she was nowhere to be seen. For unknown reasons, his gaze kept drifting toward the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair in frustration. What the hell is wrong with me? he thought. You wanted to throw her out. You humiliated her, sabotaged her tests, and now… after hearing her story, you’re silently sympathizing with her? Last night you saw her breasts and all you could think about was fucking her. Enmity? Love? Lust? What the hell do you really want with her?

He stared at the wall, lost in his own thoughts. She’s not even a desirable woman when it comes to character. She does anything for money, she’s rude, adamant… Why are you becoming soft on her? If you just want to fuck her, then seduce her and get it over with. You seduced Sneha — an older, married woman. This should be easier. And you will get a taste of young Vagina.. Don’t confuse yourself, Gowtham.

He couldn’t eat. The food lost the taste. 
He closed the tiffin box with a sigh and decided to head back to his cabin.

As he entered, he saw Varsha stepping out of his cabin, looking calm and composed. 
Gowtham’s eyes widened in shock. He quickly blocked the doorway with his body.
“What are you doing here? In my cabin?” he demanded.

Varsha didn’t flinch. She looked straight into his eyes with ferocious intensity. 
Before either of them could speak further, Mr. Prakash’s voice came from down the corridor.

“Gowtham? Varsha?”

The boss walked toward them, holding a printed copy of the assessment report. 
“I saw the assessment report the peon sent. Good. Impressive. Varsha indeed scored well. I’m proud of her.”

Gowtham’s stomach dropped. He realised exactly what she had done — she had used his system to submit a manipulated, favourable assessment without his knowledge.

Mr. Prakash patted Varsha’s shoulder lightly and moved on, leaving the two of them alone again.


As soon as Mr. Prakash moved away from the cabin, Varsha turned to leave. But before she could take even a step, Gowtham’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in a firm grip. He pulled her back inside with surprising force, pushed her into the cabin, and slammed the door shut behind them. The lock clicked loudly in the sudden silence.


His hand was tight on her shoulder as he guided — almost shoved — her toward the chair. “Sit,” he ordered.
Varsha sat down, her heart racing but her face showing no fear.

Gowtham loomed over her, breathing heavily. 
“Did you know what you’ve done?” His voice was low and dangerous. 
“You used my system to submit a fake assessment without my knowledge? Don’t you think I will report this as fraudulent?”

Varsha looked up at him without flinching. “I will show this clip I recorded last night. 
You tell him the truth, and I will use this.”

Gowtham stared at her for a second, then let out a short, bitter laugh. 
“Can’t you be honest for at least one day?”

She replied coldly, her voice steady, “That doesn’t bring money. 
This is the only way I can get money without selling my dignity.”

The morning’s tender leak news flashed in Gowtham’s mind. 
He looked at her for a long moment, then sighed and sat down heavily in front of his computer.

“Even if you show them it’s a manipulation, they will throw you out along with me,” he said.
“Well, that way our scores are settled,” she shot back.

Gowtham smirked, shaking his head. “Okay. I agree. I’m on your side. But still, you will be thrown out.”
Varsha looked stunned. “Why? What happened?”

Gowtham leaned forward, typing rapidly on his keyboard.

 “You just took a report from the doc here. What about the internal records? I need to update them on the database. Only then will it reflect properly. Boss will have to check it systematically after a while.”
Varsha was stunned into silence.

Gowtham sighed, logged into the portal, and carefully rectified the assessment, making it legitimate in the official system. 
He double-checked everything before saving.

Varsha watched him the entire time. She very well knew he didn’t do this out of blackmail or fear. 
He had genuinely helped her. He had given her a chance.

For the first time in a very long time, Varsha felt she had someone she could depend on.
She stood up slowly, her voice softer than before. “Thank you.”
Gowtham didn’t look at her. He simply nodded, still staring at the screen.

The silence between them felt heavier than any argument they had ever had.

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The 12th Floor 

Vinodhini didn’t give Suresh any time to think. She simply said, “Come with me,” and started walking toward the private elevator at the far end of the underground parking. Her heels clicked sharply against the concrete floor, the sound echoing like a countdown.


Suresh followed, his mind racing. Every instinct told him to turn around and run, but something deeper — curiosity, fear, and the cold realization that he was already too deep — kept his feet moving.

The elevator doors opened silently. Vinodhini swiped a black access card, and they ascended without a word. The digital display jumped straight from Basement-2 to Floor 12. No stops. No other floors.

When the doors opened, Suresh stepped into a completely different world.

The 12th floor was unlike anything he had seen in the building before. It was luxurious, almost secretive — wide marble corridors, soft ambient lighting, and an open layout that felt more like a high-end private club than an office. There was a full pantry section with gourmet coffee machines, a sleek bar area that looked like a pub, entertainment lounges with large screens, and even a small health-check corner with medical equipment. A few people in sharp formal wear moved quietly, speaking in low voices. Suresh had never seen any of these faces in the main office floors.
What the hell is this place? he thought, completely puzzled.

Vinodhini led him through the corridor without explanation and stopped in front of a large, minimalist lobby. It was almost empty — just a few sleek chairs, a water dispenser, and soft lighting. No windows. No distractions.

“Sit here,” she said. “Wait.”
The door closed behind her with a soft click. Suresh was alone.
He waited.

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Then an hour. The silence was oppressive. No one came. No one called. He sat there, hands on his knees, forcing himself to stay calm. The patience he had shown during his long interview wait days ago was being tested again — and he knew Aditya was watching, even if indirectly.

At exactly 1:00 PM, the door opened.
Vinodhini stepped in, composed as ever. She sat opposite him and crossed her legs.

“Suresh,” she began, “we thought you would be a good asset to us — to maintain and work behind the doors for the company’s real management. Your secrecy, your planning, and even your patience seemed to be key qualities we treasure. But today… you got to know more than you should have.”
She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.

“Normally, if an outsider witnessed what you saw, our approach would be different. But you are not an outsider anymore. You have qualities we value. So we are promoting you… to the 12th floor operations. You will work from here. You will have a different company identity from now on.”
Suresh’s mind reeled. He could barely digest it. Ever since he stepped into this company, everything had been secretive, mysterious, layered. And now this.
“What does this promotion actually mean?” he asked, voice steady despite the fear. “Why me again?”

Vinodhini smiled — a small, calculated smile. “Because now you know the secret. A dark secret of his. In our circle, if you hold a secret, you must become one of us. There is no other way. You should not have entered the restricted area.”

She leaned forward slightly. “If you think this is a punishment, then let it be. But if you truly accept to be one of us… this is the golden opportunity. You will be one of the enablers who can make people operate as you want. A puppet master. Aditya will give you that freedom.”

Suresh’s heart pounded. He wanted to know more — what they really did here, who Aditya truly was, what “behind the doors” meant. But he also knew he had no real choice.

“I want to know more about him and what you all do here,” he said. “Without that, I cannot consent.”

Vinodhini slid a sleek black folder across the table. “Sign this agreement. You will get to see yourself tomorrow. Once you are in… we will guide you through it. From there, there is no turning back.”

Suresh stared at the folder for a long moment. He had nothing to lose anymore. His wife was playing with Gowtham’s cock. His daughter was the only thing he had truly safeguarded. Before making himself an enemy of these people, perhaps it was better to dive into their world.
He decided boldly. Let me be the puppet master too.
He signed the agreement.

Vinodhini took the folder back with a satisfied nod. “Welcome to the new V-Research and Analysis wing.”
She stood up. “You can leave now. You will get lunch at your table when you reach the actual office — the old one. You have to work there until we make proper arrangements.”

As Suresh stood to leave, Vinodhini added casually, “By the way… you asked about your friend Rakesh, right? Here it is. From that old company, there are two Rakeshs — one aged 32, another 50. Here are both their numbers.”

Suresh’s eyes fixed on the paper she handed him. Two contact numbers. Two different men.

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Chapter 107 - Fractured Night


It was an exhausting day for all three of them, and the dynamics between Suresh, Sneha, and Gowtham had shifted noticeably.
Suresh reached home first, a little after 8 PM. He looked visibly drained — shoulders slumped, eyes distant, the weight of the underground parking scene pressing down on him like a physical burden. The image of the beaten man, the blood on the floor, Aditya’s chilling laugh, and Vinodhini’s cold authority kept replaying in his mind. Did I enter a powerful group… or have I just walked into a trap? Am I going to change the world, or am I already in too deep? The questions gnawed at him relentlessly.
Sneha, who had been waiting anxiously, came to him the moment he stepped inside. She hesitated for a second, then spoke softly, “Dinner is ready. We need to speak.”
Suresh looked at her, his expression tired and distant. “Give me whatever you have now. I’m exhausted.”
She tried again, voice gentle. “Shall we speak after dinner?”
“No,” he replied flatly. “Tomorrow.”
Without another word, he walked straight into the guest room and closed the door behind him. Sneha stood in the hall for a long moment, the rejection stinging deeply. She had spent the evening preparing his favorite dishes, hoping to bridge the growing gap between them, but the coldness in his voice made her realise how far apart they had drifted.

---

Gowtham reached home around 9 PM, equally drained but for different reasons. The day’s events — the tender leak crisis, his boss’s revelation about Varsha’s past, and the confusing pull he felt toward her — had left him mentally exhausted. He ate a few bites of whatever was left on the table for the sake of it, then went straight to the master bedroom. He changed into just his shorts and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Sneha was torn between her guilt over Suresh and the strange silence from Gowtham. She could not face either of them properly. After a while, she entered the master bedroom. Gowtham was still awake but made no move toward her. She quietly removed her saree, then her blouse and petticoat, standing for a moment in just her bra and panties before slipping into a simple nighty. She wasn’t trying to seduce him tonight. She simply wanted to sleep.
She lay down on the far side of the bed, leaving a noticeable gap between them. Gowtham didn’t reach for her. His mind was elsewhere — replaying Varsha’s face, her boldness, and the strange protectiveness he felt toward her.
Both of them drifted into an uneasy sleep without a single word or touch.

---

At 11 PM, Suresh couldn’t sleep. The house was unusually quiet. He opened his door and stepped into the hall. No lights. No sounds. Curiosity and a strange unease pulled him toward the master bedroom. He gently pushed the door open just enough to look inside.
Sneha was sleeping on one end of the bed. Gowtham was on the other. There was a clear space between them. No entangled bodies. No signs of the usual late-night passion.
Suresh stood there for a long moment, surprised. For the first time in weeks, they hadn’t had sex. He slowly closed the door and returned to his room, a complex mix of emotions swirling inside him — relief, confusion, and a deeper ache he couldn’t quite name.
The house remained silent, each person lost in their own storm, the fragile threads holding their strange relationship slowly unraveling.

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Chapter 108 - Suresh's Declaration

The morning, when Suresh woke up at 5:20 AM, the house was quiet asusual. He casually slipped out of bed, changed into his track pants and t-shirt, and stepped into the hall.

She was sitting on the sofa, fully awake, dressed in her simple black leggings and a fitted t-shirt — her walking costume. No alarm had been set in the master bedroom. She had woken up early on her own, determined not to repeat yesterday’s mistake and wake Gowtham for another round. She wanted this morning to belong only to Suresh.


When she saw him, she rose from the sofa immediately, her eyes soft but nervous. Suresh didn’t stop or speak. He simply allowed her to follow him as he stepped out of the house.

The early Friday morning was quiet, the streets still wrapped in pre-dawn mist. They walked the first 500 meters in complete silence. Sneha’s steps were hesitant, her body still carrying the exhaustion from the previous days.

Finally, she spoke, voice soft and trembling.

“I’m sorry…”

Suresh didn’t respond. They continued walking another 300 meters until they reached the familiar stone slab in the park. Suresh sat down. Sneha sat beside him, close but not touching.

She repeated, her voice cracking, “I know you will be angry with me… See, I have an explanation and you need to hear it. It’s not like that…”
She took a shaky breath.

“The day, that morning when you told me about your doubt… that Gowtham may be playing with us… it did get into my head. I even wanted to question him and i was bit confused in my head. It was my regular pattern to have shower sex with him in the morning… after I spend some time with you. That day, what you said got into my head. I actually avoided him while he was midway in the shower. 

You know… withdrawing from sex in the middle would be hurtful. I thought I hurt him… he was sulking behind that entire day after that.
 
That night he did the same..
I didn’t process much. I thought it was my duty to get him back to normal, so I initiated the sex…a way of fixing him or consoling him”

She looked at him with pleading eyes.


“Now I realise you would have been hurt that I chose to have sex with him after you raised the doubt. I know I’m wrong…”
Suresh didn’t react immediately. He stared straight ahead for a long moment before speaking, his voice calm but cutting.

Sneha… so you initiated sex because he was feeling bad and down, right? 
Not out of sexual need or going against me?
its like you hurted him so you fixed him with sex or in your language consoling?!!

Sneha instantly nodded. “Yes"
but she realise the language and tone of Suresh.. a panic surged.

Suresh smiled — a cold, pained smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“So that morning… what was my mood? Didn’t I feel bad and down?
What did you do to fix me? To console me? By having sex with him?”

The words hit Sneha like three hard slaps without him even touching her skin. 
She felt her throat tighten, tears welling up instantly.

Suresh continued, voice steady but heavy with hurt.

“What effort did you make to console your husband? 

He stared straight ahead for a long moment before speaking, his voice calm but cutting.

Okay, let it be.
Lets say, I have overthought about my suspicion… 

but did you really spend a minute to read what im feeling inside, what mental turmoil i'm into..

A week back..
I’m disturbed with the thought that he is playing both of us. 

then i accidentally figured out 
You have already manipulated me with him over the rules. 

I tried a way to sort out by speaking with you openly..
two days back i spoke with you... 
I openly admitted that I have a doubt, 
But what did you do? you still became more into your sexual game with him. 

I don’t know what to name this. 
You know what my mood will be now, what I will be thinking like any husband whose wife is not on the same level of expectation.

He paused, voice growing heavier.

See honestly i didn't expect a husband - wife bond these days.. 
the least i expected is i Just wanted to see if you will see yourself in my shoes for once. 
What if my claims have truth in them? 

Let me be clear with you, I have a lot to share with you… but I still don’t want to hurt you. 
That’s where my love is. 

But yours…the love... I could not see it anywhere. 
Do I even exist as a husband in your eyes anymore?”

It’s fully towards Gowtham, your lover.
Or you declaring to me that Gowtham is your Husband 
and I'm a CUCK for you and your LOVER?

Sneha caught his shirt desperately, eyes wide with shock. 
“What did you say? I didn’t love him. 
It was always you… It’s just physical pleasure.
If you want, I can stop it right away. That’s your wish.
Remember my sex life with him started with your wish too

Suresh looked at her for a long moment, then gently removed her hand from his shirt.

See, I don’t expect anything from you as a husband. 
But I wish if you could see yourself in my shoes and doubt him once. 
Even if not for our relationship… it will at least save you from belief of something on Gowtham.



Suresh turned and started jogging away without another word, leaving her standing alone on the stone slab as the first rays of sunrise touched the park.

[heygiwriter]

Guys calm down, Miscommunication pave way for all their situation. 

If they speak openly at the earliest, 
if they communicate clearly and openly. 

The story would not even crossed 10 chapters :)

Also this is a fiction :) purposely done to give them such situations, and handle the aftermaths..

[heygiwriter]

Every Characters has a reason to come. You will realise it only when that moment comes.

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Chapter 109 - Sneha decides to Observe



When Suresh left ahead leaving her at the stone slab in the park, Sneha didn’t move for a long time.

Her mind was stuffed with contradictions. She questioned herself again and again — Why am I unable to trust or believe Suresh’s words, but I easily take Gowtham’s side every single time?

She turned back, hoping to see Suresh, but he had already vanished from her sight. A deep, sudden fear gripped her chest.
What if I really lose him? What if this continues and he disappears from my life completely?

Tears stung her eyes.

What did I really do wrong?
Tears stung her eyes.

It started as his wish — his cuckold fantasy. She had honoured it. Later, she started liking it. She liked the sex with Gowtham. She still believed there was an understanding between her and Suresh. That was why she had been open about continuing the relationship until Gowtham moved to Chennai.

But now… something felt wrong beneath the surface.
Did I miss anything?

Suresh had openly shared his doubt with her. Yet she had instantly defended Gowtham and found some convenient reasonings.. Why? Am I too biased? Too attached to Gowtham? Why did I neglect my husband’s words so easily?

Sneha’s conscience finally spoke loud and clear:
Not trusting Suresh’s words might have hurt him more than the sex itself.

What should I do?

Stopping sex completely? 
That might look like a reaction to his anger, not genuine change. 

Confronting Gowtham directly? 
If he was guilty, he would never admit it.


The best answer she could give Suresh was the truth. Acting on his words is the right thing. Letting Suresh know that she believes his word acting on it.. 

He wanted her to step into his shoes. 
So she would.
She would find out the truth herself.


If Gowtham is doing something wrong, I will punish him myself.
If he is innocent, I will prove it to Suresh and then break every connection with Gowtham.
In both cases, I’m going back to Suresh.


Her mind reeled: how to get truth out of Gowtham? 
Without alarming him? 
he may get alarmed if i stay away from him in bed..

I should carefully investigate this.. She took a deep breath..

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, then rose from the slab with fresh determination. She started running in the direction Suresh usually took back home.

When Suresh neared the apartment, Sneha caught up with him. They returned home in heavy silence. The morning walk that had once been filled with light banter now felt like a battlefield of unspoken words.
As they entered the apartment complex, Sneha finally spoke, her voice small.

“It’s Friday… don’t forget to pick up me up before going to receive Ramya from the hostel in the evening.”

Suresh gave a single nod without looking at her and walked straight toward the guest room. Sneha stood in the hall for a moment, watching his retreating back. She decided not to push further.

Instead, she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast — his favourite masala dosa and chutney.
She wanted to do something, anything, to show she still cared.

But inside her mind, a new resolve had taken root. 
From today, she would start observing. 
She would start questioning. 
She would dig for the truth — carefully, without alarming Gowtham.

Because if Suresh was right…
She didn’t want to think about what that would mean.

The unsaid Warning

After finishing breakfast preparations, Sneha wiped her hands and entered the master bedroom to take a quick bath.


Gowtham was already awake, standing near the bed in just his boxers.

His prominent morning erection was clearly visible, straining against the fabric.

He had obviously been waiting for her.

The morning shower sex has been a routine that he couldnt miss.




“Welcome back, my darling,” Gowtham said with that lazy, possessive smile that once made her knees weak. He pulled her into a tight hug, his strong arms wrapping around her waist like he owned every inch of her. His hands immediately slid down, cupping and squeezing her ass possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh through her leggings as if claiming what was his.




Sneha’s body stiffened slightly. This is becoming a routine, she thought. Whenever Suresh creates distance or shows he’s hurt, I end up here… trying to fix Gowtham’s mood or seeking comfort in his touch. She had wanted to stay away today, to ignore him, but she knew the pattern too well. If she avoided him now, he would sulk, look sad, and give her the space to crawl back to him by night. She had been more emotionally attentive to Gowtham’s sulking than to Suresh’s deep pain.




But today she was alarmed. She could not let anything emotional happen. She wanted to know the truth — to check if he had schemed behind their backs… without alarming him. So she decided to play along.




Gowtham didn’t wait for permission. He tugged her t-shirt up and over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her in just her black bra and leggings. His eyes darkened with hunger as he drank in her curves. Sneha removed the rest herself — bra, leggings, panties — almost mechanically, like a performer going through the motions. They stepped into the bathroom together.




The moment the warm water spilled over her body, cascading down her breasts and stomach, Sneha made a silent, steel-hard promise to herself: Just for once, I will stand in Suresh’s shoes.




Gowtham pressed against her from behind, his rock-hard cock nestling hot and heavy between her ass cheeks. He groaned softly, grinding against her slick skin while his hands roamed up to knead her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples until they hardened under the streaming water. He kissed and sucked at her neck, then turned her around forcefully, gripping her shoulders.

“On your knees, baby, I missing it badly...” he murmured, voice thick with lust. I 




Sneha looked up at him through the falling water, her eyes locked on his. She sank down obediently, water streaming down her face and dripping from her lashes. Gowtham pushed his thick, veined cock past her lips and into her warm mouth. She took him in slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the head, sucking with wet, deliberate strokes. The obscene sounds of her mouth mixed with the shower spray.



But as he groaned deeply and held her head, guiding her deeper, her mind burned with dark suspicion.


What if you really played both of us? What if you emotionally separated me from my husband all this time?



The thought ignited a flash of cold, thrilling anger deep in her chest. She pushed his ass forward with both hands, forcing his cock deeper into her throat until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Then she pulled back just enough, covered her teeth with her lips, took him deep again — and bit down in a way that her teeth doesnt harm his dick but the impression felt heavy.

 Just enough to send a sharp, warning shock of pain.

“AH! Snehaaa!” Gowtham shouted, his voice echoing off the tiles. He jerked back instantly, eyes wide with shock. “Stop! What the fuck?!”

His cock slipped out of her mouth, glistening with her saliva and the shower water, a clear red impression of her teeth visible along the shaft.
Sneha looked up at him with a small, innocent, almost naughty smile, water dripping from her chin. “Oops… sorry, did I press too hard? I was too turned on.” 

Inside her mind, a quick warning flashed: You are at extreme ends, Sneha. You are yet to figure out the truth. Don’t fix him as a manipulator or at fault right away. Stay neutral until you get solid proof. 

But another voice inside her questioned.. what if he is really at fault like suresh said?  If I ever catch him doing something behind my back to harm my husband and our relationship, this playful bite will turn intense enough to send him to the hospital.

Gowtham stared down at her, breathing heavily, a mix of shock, pain, and lingering arousal in his eyes. He touched the sore spot gingerly. “Shit… it’s paining. Sneha, don’t be too hard!”

She stood up calmly under the running water, her naked body glistening. 
She suddenly said like she remembered something.. oh no its late.. Gowtham can you step out..

“Sorry… today I need to pick Ramya up in the evening. 
I have to cook now and get the house ready. 
Your presence here would delay.. 
Its a harmless bite, nothing would happen.. 
Step away if you’re not in the mood.”

Gowtham didn’t argue. He stepped out of the shower, still rubbing the stinging mark, a little dazed and confused.

Sneha bathed alone, scrubbing her body thoroughly as if trying to wash away the guilt, the confusion, and the dangerous new edge growing inside her.

Gowtham eventually recovered in the bedroom. Luckily, it wasn’t serious — just a glimpse of what Sneha was truly capable of if she ever discovered the truth.

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Chapter 110 - Friends?


Gowtham reached the office still feeling the sharp sting from Sneha’s bite that morning. Every time he shifted in his chair, a dull throb reminded him of her teeth. He sat in his cabin doing almost nothing, staring at the screen, his mind replaying the unexpected aggression in the shower.

What the hell has gotten into her?

His thoughts were interrupted when his boss called for an urgent meeting with all the trainees in the conference room.
Mr. Prakash entered with a serious face and got straight to the point.

“Varsha has topped the entire training and assessment with impressive scores,” he announced. 


The room fell into surprised silence. Everyone out there knows how Gowtham despised Varsha and she topped the assessment? A disbelief in everyone's eyes.  Gowtham’s jaw tightened. Only he knew her score was fake  and that he had helped make it legitimate.

After a pause, Mr. Prakash continued, “Because of the back-to-back tender losses, the new startup operations cannot take all of you directly. Until further notice, you will continue here. But I’ve decided to promote only Varsha to a permanent position effective immediately.”

The announcement sent ripples through the trainees. Varsha remained calm, though a small spark of relief flashed in her eyes. Gowtham said nothing.

After the meeting, Mr. Prakash pulled him aside in the corridor.
“Gowtham, what’s the status of the quotation you’re working on?”

“I’m completing it tomorrow, Sir. I’ll give you a heads-up once it’s ready,” Gowtham replied.

Prakash shook his head firmly. “No, don’t show it to me yet. I don’t want to see it. Just make sure we never lose this tender. Get all the help you need from the trainees. Run a demo model. Ask Varsha to help you on the programs and modules — under your guidance. Then use those samples and give the final results to Rahul.”

He placed a hand on Gowtham’s shoulder. “Work closely with Rahul on the upcoming tender quotes. We cannot afford to lose this one. And don’t take leave tomorrow or Sunday. I will pay everyone who works on those days.”

Gowtham nodded. “Understood, Sir.”

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By noon, Gowtham was sitting alone in the pantry section, eating quietly as was his habit — away from juniors.

Juniors feared Gowtham, as he is too strict.. No one dared to join him. Except team managers who were his friends. As they work on different floors and teams. Gowtham used to have Lunch alone. 

Then Varsha walked in, tray in hand, and sat directly opposite him without asking.

The entire pantry went silent. Heads turned. A Junior staff sitting with a senior? Unheard of.
Gowtham looked up, fork paused mid-air.

He looked around to witness everyones eyes on their table.. 
Varsha didn’t waste time. She said  “Thanks.”


Gowtham lost himself in the thought, her fearless attitude won him.. He was just looking at her eyes with unbelievability 
She looked at him, motionless, she thanked again.. 
Thank You… 



Varsha’s second thank got him back after a silence..
“For what?” , raising an eyebrow Gowtham asked. 


“For making my fraudulent assessment legitimate,” she said calmly, scooping curd rice.
Gowtham let out a short laugh. “You finally accepted you’re a fraudster?”


Varsha gave a small, mysterious smile. “This job is very important to me. I don’t care what you think. Survival is everything. You never know what I’m into… what troubles I’m going through.”

She continued eating quietly. Gowtham studied her face for a moment.
“I know,” 
“I know your backstory. 
Your struggles. 
The three jobs. 
The tricks you had to pull.


Varsha looked up sharply. “How do you know? 
Did Prakash uncle tell you my story?”
Gowtham nodded. “Yes. I know your full story.”


Varsha smirked. “So you pitied me?”
“Not exactly,” Gowtham replied.
After a silence he agreed…  “But… kind of.”


She looked at him directly.
 “So that’s why you made it legitimate?”
“Maybe.” he said. 

Varsha shifted uncomfortably. 
“Please don’t pity me. I have my own ways in everything.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes.


Gowtham liked her attitude, a person with this sharpness, why did she work on such an odd job? Instead landing at some companies? He decided to ask.. 
I know you stopped your masters in the middle, you still have a degree. You should have tried working in a company, right? Instead those odd jobs?
Varsha continued eating for a moment before replying. 


“Who said I didn’t try? I worked in a couple of companies earlier. 
But I had issues… the men issues I face everywhere. Their eyes, their lust. The managers started eyeing me the same way. In different places, same story. 

When you’re a woman with desperate financial needs, vultures circle. I had to escape every time. It was an issue from my side because I was too desperate for the job… They all noted it. 

Dignity is above all in my policy.. So except that i did everything, which sounds right for me for my survival and family.. Luckily I met my uncle after a long time…and I believe my good life would start here.”

Gowtham was still unconvinced. A woman with a degree wont she have a friend working somewhere to help her? He began asking about it…  I can understand. Won’t you have any friends? Anyone who would care for you and try to get you in their space?

Friends? Varsha smiled.. 

She looked down at her plate for a moment.
 “Ever since my family crumbled financially, my father’s illness hit… all these happened exactly after I completed my collegeing. I never had any time for friends, love, movies, music… And I’m doing the same so far.”

She looked up at him, her voice softening just a little.

“I don’t know if you would believe it or not… 
This is the first time I’m sharing a table for lunch with a person.
 No gender bias here. 
And you are the only person who did something for me without me asking for it. 
Outside it looked like you did it out of compulsion from me because of the clip.., but I know you did it on your own. 
Thanks.”

Gowtham nodded slowly, understanding flashing in his eyes.


Then he asked the only last question that confused him about that day .. 

You said your ex-places had tried to take advantage of you… If that is the case… 
Why did you come to unbutton your shirt in my cabin? For me?

Did you relax your policy  for me?” He winked.

Varsha leaned forward slightly, a dangerous little smile playing on her lips.
“That was a trap I was setting for you.”

Gowtham paused, fork halfway to his mouth.
“Oh?” he said, voice low. “And what kind of trap was that exactly?”

Varsha’s eyes sparkled with challenge. “The kind that would make a man like you show his true colors… or lose control completely.”

The air between them thickened instantly. 
Varsha looked different from every other woman out there.

Gowtham dropped his spoon with a soft clink. 
He raised his hand toward her in a clear handshake gesture and said, “Friends?”

Varsha looked at his extended hand unbelievably, her eyes searching his face for a long moment, as if trying to figure whether he is just another man waiting for a chance… or a real person who wanted a real bond

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Chapter 110 - Friends? - II

The hand was still hanging in the air.

Varsha looked at it for a long second, then slowly shook her head.
“I still have a long way to go in my life,” she said quietly. “I’m not into any of these.”

Gowtham dropped his hand, a mocking smile curling his lips.
“This is exactly why you don’t have friends.”

He mocked her openly.
They ate in heavy silence for a few moments, the clink of spoons the only sound between them.

Then Gowtham broke the silence.
“Tomorrow and Sunday are not holidays. You need to accompany us me and Rahul. 
Tomorrow everyone will work till 3 PM. You’ll have to stay till 7 PM with me.”

Varsha looked up, surprised. “Is it about the tender work?”
Gowtham nodded. “Yes. Boss, I mean your uncle, wants a working demo. 
You need to work on the program modules under my guidance.”

Varsha asked worriedly, “Is the tender that important? Uncle said all the trainee salaries depend on it…”

“Yes,” Gowtham replied curtly.

As the topic deviates to tender.. He couldn’t stop the doubt creeping in. 
What if Varsha had stolen and sold the previous quotes? She’s always in desperate need of money…

Varsha continued asking questions.

“Who do you think could be the reason behind the leaks?
Do you think someone stole it, or is it just coincidence?”

Gowtham’s eyes narrowed. “For sure someone stole it for money.”
Varsha leaned in. “How could one person do it? Did you suspect anyone?”

Gowtham grew alarmed. 
Is she trying to cover her own tracks by questioning me like if i or anyone suspect her?
he asked suspiciously. 
“Why are you asking all these things?”

Varsha replied quickly, “Our futures depend on this… that’s why!”
Gowtham nodded, but his suspicion only grew.

Varsha pressed further. “Who all are involved in the quotation process? 
I heard it was only 2 lakhs difference when uncle lost both bids. I don’t think it’s random — it has to be an internal leak.”

Gowtham nodded again. “Yes. Internal. We never know the real faces behind it…”
Varsha said thoughtfully, “But I believe it’s easily traceable if we look for patterns.”
Gowtham asked, “What kind of pattern?”

“Before that, just tell me — who are all involved in the bidding?”

Gowtham listed them. “It’s usually Boss himself, myself, and a few more team members who send ideas and inputs. 
Rahul takes the final quote and goes to bid.”
Varsha asked, “Does this happen both times?
Same team?”

Gowtham shook his head. “No. First bid, almost everyone knew the quote amount. After we lost, it was narrowed down, Boss, Rahul, myself, and one person from another team. Now it’s only Rahul, me, and Boss. We never let you trainees know the final amount.”

Varsha looked at him sharply. “Then who has the possibility if it leaks again? 
The person who went out last time?”

Gowtham argued, “Not at all. He is my friend and very genuine.
He doesn’t even know the final quote. 
Only Boss and Rahul knew, apart from me.”

Varsha said calmly, “Uncle is ruled out. Next could be Rahul?”
Gowtham almost laughed. “No way. He is a gentleman. He has a big reputation.
You know he drives fancy cars. He is rich by himself. 
Why would he cheat the company?”

Varsha looked at him for a long moment.

“Then you are the only one left who knows the quote amount.”

Rage flared inside Gowtham. “I’m not some lowlife who would do such activities. 
Maybe you sold it secretly by spying on Rahul or your uncle’s desk. 
That’s why you’re cross-checking if I anyone suspecting. Am i right?”

Varsha smirked, her eyes turned cold.
She is usually not a person who would feel hurt like if someone thinks bad about her, but today it did for her. 

She was just confused, she almost got her first friend, but it didn't pass through a lunch..
After a pause, she asked

“Do you realise why I hesitated to shake your hand?”

She stood up, taking the lunch tray with her..
“We can’t be friends anymore. Not anytime soon.”
“Goodbye.”

Varsha turned and walked away without looking back, leaving Gowtham sitting alone with his half-eaten lunch and a storm of confusion, suspicion, and unexpected hurt swirling inside him.

He just said what he had truly felt about her. He know it would pain her, still he carelessly chosen this word. 

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I remember, reading  a comment very recently, that we are approaching the climax.

But its looking like we are yet to reach the interval. LOL

If its gonna be a fun ride, who is gonna complain heygi..

Dont blame me i have warned enough that im not planning for climax yet :D