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Chapter 111 - Aditya the Kingmaker


Same day in the morning at V- Activate Group

The moment Suresh’s car entered the gate, the watchman stopped him with a respectful nod.

“Sir, your car can now be parked underground. I received instructions from the intercom.”

Suresh smiled faintly. The small privileges already made him feel like he had stepped into an elite circle — one he wasn’t sure he wanted to join.

When he parked in the underground lot, a man in a crisp black suit approached him silently and escorted him to a private elevator. The doors opened and Vinodhini was waiting for him.

“I would have come by myself,” Suresh said.

Vinodhini smiled elegantly. “Without this black card, no one can access the 12th floor, Since you’re just joining today, you’ll receive yours by evening. So I came personally.”
As the lift doors closed and they ascended, Suresh felt the weight of everything pressing on him.

When they stepped out onto the 12th floor, Vinodhini led him into a breathtaking cafeteria lounge, open-air design with a glass ceiling, a small infinity pool surrounding luxurious seating, and soft ambient lighting. She clapped once. A waiter appeared instantly, served them cold coffee and fresh pizza, then disappeared without a word.
Vinodhini looked at Suresh calmly.

“You must have hundreds of questions inside you. Let me give you a detailed view of what your work will be and the rules you must abide by. This alone will answer most of the doubts in your mind.”

Without leaving a break Vinodhni continued .
 “Shall we begin?”

Vinodhini leaned back and began speaking in her calm, measured tone.




“Aditya is third-generation old money. His father built the original conglomerate in the 1980s–90s through ruthless industrial takeovers. 

As time faded the methods to get failed by 2010, the group had hit rock bottom.
That’s when the young 20-year-old Aditya took over. At first, he tried fighting competitors head-on, they developed a product, and he added new features. Ten years passed. He earned money, but earned a name as a ‘wannabe’ who only copied others.”

Some even started mocking, this Wannabe is nothing without money, he is just controlling others with money and showing others findings as his, with cheap upgrades.. 

Vinodhini paused.

“He lost his patience.  But the word kept ringing, control with money? !!!

He decided: Why fight them when I can control them? Let me do it for real, let me buy real talent with my money. 

That’s exactly Five years ago, he built this 12th floor. It wasn’t mysterious like it is now — it started as a proper R&D centre. 


His idea was simple: pick out real talents who could do genuine inventions and give them partner status.”
She smiled coldly.

“But it didn’t go the way he wanted. The first partner, Ravi, after the product was developed, claimed full ownership. He tricked Aditya behind his back and forged documents. Aditya looked like a fool before his other partners. Rage built inside him. He decided he would destroy everything Ravi took away from him, his money, his happiness, his name, and the credit.”

Vinodhini continued, “Luckily, Aditya had already begun mingling with Ravi’s family, even before he betrayed him.  He slowly infiltrated it, seduced his wife, and made Ravi a laughing stock. More than the loss of money and reputation, the betrayal of his lovable wife was unbearable for Ravi.”

Sadly, Aditya got hooked on that kind of punishment ever since that incident. 


She looked at Suresh directly.

“That first failure gave him a lesson. He realised that when he reached out to talents and persuaded them to sign, he never had the upper hand. The talents always got the clauses and documents in their favour. So he changed his path completely.”

Vinodhini gestured around the luxurious floor.

That lesson gave him an idea 

Instead of him reaching for talents, he wanted the talents to reach him. Without an advertisement.. 

He turned this 12th floor into a mystery. 

We have trusted men, mostly employees from our various verticals, who act as brokers. Their job is to identify young talents, watch them, befriend them as coworkers or through other means, feed them dreams of entrepreneurship, push them into financial trouble, and finally bring them here — desperate and willing.”


She smiled.

“This way, the talent feels he is the one in need. He comes to us for easy money and doesn’t read the papers carefully. The products will have full ownership under Aditya’s V-Group. The talent gets fame, cash, and is called a ‘founder’. Aditya’s company holds the upper hand — the brand and patent are technically his because the talent ‘sold’ it to him. Aditya leaves the company to the talent and doesn’t interfere… until or unless the talent steps on him financially or in ownership.”

Vinodhini continued, “The brokers or friends who tactically bring the talents here get royal treatment. A single successful product can earn crores annually — more than enough for both the talent and the broker. And one more thing — you will not be called a broker. You are officially a ‘Hand’. You are a puppet master who will make the talent dance according to your tune.”

She leaned forward.

“For Aditya, in the industry everyone is jealous of how he cracks new findings and innovations. They are in awe. That’s all Aditya wants. Basically, a win-win for everyone.”

Vinodhini paused, then added, “Now, coming back to the Talents… these steps alone cannot ensure loyalty. Sometimes they overstep. 

If something goes wrong, Aditya wants them held accountable — monetarily and emotionally. He wants to know their weak points. 

Sometimes the weak points are enough to make them fear and withdraw from what they are about to do. 


So as a reason he learns about their personal lives. 

He cannot knock on their door directly, so instead he or his people attend their family functions or invite them to company gatherings. Once in a while, he throws parties for staff and family members. He analyses people personally and records everyone’s weak points.”


She looked at Suresh.

“But he cannot do this single-handedly. It has many layers. First, his funded company bosses analyse and give him a list of trustable talents. Once they come in, they work for us. We test them by making them cover our dark truths. If they pass, they enter the 12th floor. If not, they work their asses off covering all the dirt with good pay till they retire.”

Vinodhini concluded, “The actual talent hunt begins only by the Hands. If Aditya or his funded company bosses attend an event, it means the person is under his radar — a potential talent is there.”

She smiled.
“So… you are now one of our Hands.”

Any Questions Suresh?!

Suresh absorbed everything in silence, then asked, “What if I couldn’t find talent? Is there any time period I should find one?”

Vinodhini shook her head. “No such time period. If you cannot find a talent, we will give you a list. Though a Hand’s role is to find talent, their primary goal is to use methods and lure the talents to reach us.”

Suresh asked the question burning in his mind, “Last day… the man and his wife in the parking…”

Vinodhini replied calmly, “He crossed Aditya by forging a document and looting money. So Aditya showed him what he can do. He planned it a month back.”
Suresh hesitated, then asked, “Is he a womanizer?”

Vinodhini smiled faintly. “He is a businessman, a conglomerator. He doesn’t have time for nonsense. Till now, he has touched women only whose husbands had to be punished.”

Suresh looked around. “So this is not a place for talents? Only for Hands or brokers?”
Vinodhini nodded. “Yes. You guys indirectly bring in the crores. We wanted to protect your identity while giving you an elite sense. Remember — when you reach talents as a Hand, they should not know you work at V-Activate. We will give you access to work with them in their company as a new employee. From there, you need to take the lead. You will be on the field. Once you successfully bring them here, you will slowly return to the 12th floor.”

She stood up gracefully.
“Any more doubts?”

Suresh shook his head. “No.”

Vinodhini smiled. “Then get ready for the party on Wednesday.”
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Chapter 112 - Jealousy and Distance


Gowtham sat in his cabin, still replaying the harsh words he had thrown at Varsha in the pantry. He knew he had spoken carelessly. 
The accusation had cut deep, he could see it in her eyes. Yet a part of him still believed she was capable of it. 
The doubt refused to leave him.

He messaged her curtly: Start working on the demo model immediately.
Varsha replied only with work-related questions. She remained coldly professional, giving him nothing more. 
No extra words. 
No eye contact when she came to his cabin for clarifications. 

The silence between them felt heavier than any argument.

Later that evening at 4 PM, Mr. Prakash called a short meeting with the core team, 
himself, Rahul, Gowtham, and Varsha (Just as she will work on demo).

Throughout the meeting, while Prakash spoke about the critical importance of the upcoming tender. 

When he spoke about the tender quote leak, Gowtham watched Varsha eyes drifted to the table, then it landed on Rahuls'

Every second he watched

Varsha’s eyes kept drifting toward Rahul. She watched him attentively, almost intently. 
Gowtham noticed it immediately. She indeed know he watch her.
Every time he glanced at her, she deliberately shifted her gaze to Rahul.

What the hell is she doing?

After the meeting ended and Mr. Prakash left, Rahul turned to Varsha with a puzzled smile.

“Varsha, you kept looking at me during the entire discussion. 
Is something wrong?”

Varsha tilted her head innocently. “Is this the color Hrithik wore in Bang Bang? 

Rahul: What? Varsha Boss was speaking something important and you are thinking about my shirt color.. 

Varsha: Sir, i can tell what he was telling us, my brain is a mini CCTV recorder.. please answer my question.. 

Rahul: Oh, NO.. i mean i don't know i don't watch movies much. 

Varsha: Oh, but its exactly same dress, it doesn't match to anyone, would be a comedy if someone wears, but it suits you. 

If you remove the moustache… you might actually look like him.”

Rahul blinked, completely caught off guard.
He was a straight, gentle man, not used to such sudden compliments. 
He laughed awkwardly, a shy flush creeping up his neck.

“That colour shirt suits you, Sir,” Varsha added with a small smile.

 “Thank you… 

Rahul thought the young lady was hitting on him.. may be i looked beautiful in her eyes. 
He took his mobile, turned on front camera, and looked at his face for a moment? Hrithik? is she blind?

She is definitely hitting on me. I'm a HR Right, he smiled to himself, he wanted to try his luck.. 
he decide to ask her questions. 

So, where are you staying?”
“Just north from here, about 3 km.”
“You go by bus?”
“Yes.”

Rahul took initiative.. 
“Oh, I’ll be going that way in the evening. 
Would you like to join me? It’s for your safety, of course. as we three will be working till late 7 PM.


Varsha hesitated for a second, then nodded with an awkward but pleased smile. “Sure… you can drop me.”


Varsha’s eyes flicked toward Gowtham for a brief moment, just long enough for him to catch the glint of satisfaction in them. 
She was clearly enjoying his helplessness.

Gowtham felt a sharp, unexpected heat of jealousy rise in his chest. 
He clenched his jaw but said nothing.


Meanwhile, at 5 PM, Suresh picked up Sneha from home and drove to Ramya’s hostel. The entire ride, Suresh was lost in his own world — the images from the 12th floor, Vinodhini’s revelations, and the terrifying reality of the empire he had stepped into kept replaying in his mind. Sneha thought Suresh is still cold, for whatever happend earlier. 

When they reached home with Ramya, the little girl was excited, chattering nonstop. Sneha looked at Suresh softly and reminded him gently, “Tonight… come back to the master bedroom. For Ramya.”

Suresh gave a small nod, but his eyes remained distant. The weight of two completely different worlds was pressing on him — one at home, slowly crumbling, and another on the 12th floor, dark and powerful. 

The house felt strangely quiet that night, each person trapped in their own storm.
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(14-05-2026, 09:16 PM)Hornytamilan23 Wrote:  If Suresh is going to play a double game and Adhitya eventually “own” Sneha, then the plot risks becoming too predictable. 

Through Vino, you’ve already laid out the possible trajectory so clearly that readers can almost see the ending coming. I genuinely hope that isn’t the direction you’re taking.

Secondly, why are Gowtham and Varsha getting so much screen time?
Yes, Gowtham works perfectly as the catalyst for the erotic tension — that part is undeniable. But now it feels like their presence is overpowering the core narrative.

If Varsha is just the hand and Gowtham the talent — no.

If Gowtham is the hand and Varsha the talent — also no.

Because honestly, both of them already feel morally corrupted. Their dynamic no longer adds mystery; it risks diluting the emotional stakes of the main characters.
Just trust me and ride with the characters :D
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Chapter 113 - Jealousy and Warnings


At 7:20 PM, Gowtham stepped out of the lift into the lobby, his eyes scanned the area automatically and then froze.

Varsha was standing near the entrance, bathed in the golden evening light. From a distance, she looked like an angel in distress — beautiful, vulnerable, and completely out of reach.

As he walked closer, Rahul’s sleek Sedan pulled up smoothly at the entrance. Varsha know it was Gowtham who is standing behind her.  But she walked few meters forward. Varsha turned, gave Gowtham one last deliberate look, and walked toward the car without a word. Before she got in, she glanced back at him, her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. The kind of smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

Gowtham’s stomach twisted.

He rushed to the parking area, started his bike, and without thinking, followed Rahul’s car. His adrenaline was pumping. He told himself he was just making sure she reached home safely, but deep down he knew the truth — he couldn’t stand the idea of her sitting in another man’s car.

Eight minutes later, Rahul’s car stopped in front of a modest apartment building. Varsha stepped out, exchanged a few polite words with Rahul, and waved as the car drove away. She didn’t fail to notice Gowtham’s bike parked at a distance, half-hidden in the shadows. A quiet, satisfied smile touched her lips before she entered her house and locked the door. 

Gowtham sat on his bike for a long time, staring at the closed door.
The woman I wanted to befriend… stolen in one hour by Rahul?

He felt restless, angry, and strangely hollow. On the ride back home, his mind kept spinning wild reasons for her behaviour.
Maybe she likes him because he’s rich? Fancy cars, big reputation…

He gripped the handlebars tighter. I have enough money too. I’ll buy better cars one day.
But none of it calmed the storm inside him. For the first time, he felt the sharp sting of jealousy, real, ugly, and uncontrollable. He skipped dinner entirely. He didn’t go to Sneha’s house or even glance at Suresh’s door. He locked himself in his room, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

You are not in love or some shit, he told himself repeatedly.
But the words brought no comfort. He was falling — hard, fast, and against his own will.


At 11 PM, after spending time playing with Ramya, Suresh finally entered the master bedroom. The room looked different — fresh bedsheets, rearranged furniture, no visible trace of another man ever being there. Sneha had clearly tried to make it feel like “their” space again.


He lay down on his side of the bed. A few minutes later, at 11:20 PM,
Sneha walked in and slipped under the covers beside him.
Suresh raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you sleep with Ramya?”

Sneha shook her head. “No. I want to speak with you.”

Suresh let out a tired sigh. “How many times are we going to speak? 
You’re just going to do what you want anyway.” He turned his head toward the pillow.
“Ramya is here. I don’t want to lose my temper or spoil my mood.”

He paused, then added mockingly, “Anyway, I must thank you two. At least you guys are sparing the kid from this shit. 
He never stays here when Ramya is home… 

what surprised me today is he didn’t even come for dinner.
What's the new drama? or you guys have any special reasons?”

Sneha looked at him calmly and said, almost casually, 
“Nothing special or drama. 

I just bit his penis… so he might have run away in fear.”

Suresh turned to her instantly, eyes wide. 
“WHAT? You bit his dick? 

For real? Why?”
is that something like a Love bite went wrong?

Sneha shook her head. 

“Not a love bite. 
It was a warning.”

The answer shook Suresh. 
He stared at her, completely stunned.
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Chapter 114 - Standing in His Shoes


“Nothing special. I just bit his penis… so he might have run away in fear.”
Suresh turned to her instantly, eyes widening in shock.


“WHAT? 
You bit his dick? 
For real? 
Why?”
Suresh was shocked… 


Is that something like a Love Bit went wrong ? he asked. 


Sneha shook her head slowly. 
“Not a love bite. 
It was a warning.”
What?. 
Suresh could not believe what he was hearing?


SNEHA.... please be serious.. 
This is not a game? You bit his dick?

Wait a  Minute is he all right now? Or ....

Sneha took a deep breath and said calm down Suresh.. 
Is it true it's a warning.. Not a love bite, but nothing serious as well..


The room fell into heavy silence. 

Suresh stared at her, processing her words.

Wait? Tell me What actually happened?  
He sat up slightly, leaning on one elbow.


“So let me understand this clearly,” he said, voice dangerously calm.
 “You bit his dick… as a warning? 

What exactly were you warning him about?”
Why are you keeping that as a suspense… 
Are you going to tell me or not?


Sneha swallowed but held his gaze. 

“After what you told me… about your suspicion that he might be playing both of us… 
I didn't believe, as some part of me solidly believe he cannot be wrong.. That's why I defended him. .it doesn't mean i didn't trust your words! I realized, it would have hurt you, you might have thought i defended him just because of sex or some sort of emotional attachment.. nothing is true just honestly felt, how could a decent men like him do such cheap act..

Suresh coldly asked, then what changed now?

Sneha said, nothing changed, 
i just feel i should at least tried to listen to your words, i should at least have listened to it fully, instead of defending with my own belief.. acted on your words ..


That's why, After this morning, after we spoke..  
I wanted to try at least once, to fit myself in your shoes and see things..


It got into my head. I started thinking from your side. While he was… inside my mouth in the shower, I suddenly imagined — what if he really manipulated everything? What if he emotionally separated me from you on purpose?”

She took a shaky breath.

“That anger came out. I bit him. Not hard enough to injure… but enough to scare him. Enough to tell him — if I ever find out he harmed you or our family, I won’t be gentle next time.”

Suresh stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

Did you say those to him?
NO - not literally, but that's what running in my mind…

Suresh couldn't believe it! 

“So you’re telling me… you’re now willing to stand in my shoes?” he asked, voice flat but intense. 
“You’re willing to suspect the man you’ve been sleeping with for months? 
The same man you defended when I first raised my doubts?”

She nodded.

Suresh asked, Do you think doing these will clear everything? My hurt, my pain?
Sneha shocked her head slowly, tears glistening in her eyes.

No but.. At least I will be happy to act on your word, my sincere effort to fix it between us.
So how are you going to do that ?

Sneha:  I'm going to find the Truth… The truth behind the Kidnap. I will investigate him quietly. I won’t alert him. If he is innocent, I will prove it to you. If he is guilty… I will punish him myself. And then I will end everything with him, even if he is guilty or not..”


Suresh was silent for a long time. 

The surprise was clear on his face — this was not the Sneha he had expected. 
Not the woman who had repeatedly chosen Gowtham’s comfort over his pain.

He finally spoke, voice softer but still guarded.
“You really mean that?”


Sneha reached out and gently touched his arm. “I do. I realized today how much I’ve hurt you by not trusting your words. 
I’m sorry, Suresh. I want to fix this. Not just for you… but for us.”



Suresh didn’t pull away, but he also didn’t fully soften. 
He simply nodded once, his mind clearly racing with new calculations.

He gave a small, bitter smile toward the wall.

Sneha asked softly, “Why are you smiling now?”

“I’m glad you are finally seeing things,” he said. 
“I’m glad you realise it’s not about the sex with him. 
It’s about the importance you gave to my words. 

First you didn’t obey my rules, you overstepped by siding with him. 
Then you continued to break them. 

Then whenever I had an issue by pointing him as the root cause, you kept going back to him for sex. 
So my words had no weight to you after years of marriage?”

He looked at her directly.

“I’m not sure if I will come back to you like before… but I appreciate your effort. Let’s see.”


Sneha caught his hand tightly, tears falling freely now.

“I just need this… talk to me openly. Nothing is bigger than you. 
I did everything for you — the sex, your cuckold wish.”

Suresh was pissed after hearing that word Cuckold.. 

Suresh looked at her and dropped the hammer, his voice low and painful.
I never wanted to be a cuckold.. i hated that.. 

Sneha got shocked ... what ? 

“I said I had a cuckold fantasy due to a situation when I was on the verge of getting back my erection. But I never wanted it in reality. It had to stay just as fantasy.”



Sneha looked at him shockingly. 
“Then why did you masturbate yourself when you didn’t want it?”

Suresh’s jaw tightened.

“It’s Gowtham. He is the reason. He tricked me… after the hill station trip. I wanted to stop it. But before I could even say something, you two were already indulged in sex. Later I set rules… that is when he showed me your semi-nude photo with him, taken exactly some days before the trip. He said he wanted to make me watch him having sex with you. That way he would tell me the story behind the image. He tricked me into cuckolding.”

Sneha’s face went pale. She could not believe it.
“So… you didn’t want to watch? You did it because he tricked you?”

She recalled how Gowtham had once casually mentioned making Suresh a cuckold. The suspicion now started blooming strongly in her.
She put her hands on her face, shame building rapidly.

Suresh continued, voice heavy, “I was not hurt when you had sex with him. I was hurt when he tricked me into cuckolding… when he made me a fool. You know how it hurts. A person who can trick me like this… I more solidly started to believe he might be the reason behind my kidnapping.”

Sneha didn’t say anything for a long moment. She was just processing everything with shock.

Suresh looked at her quietly. 

He said, if you are very sure about finding truth, then “Be careful,”
“I’m sure he really is playing us… 
he’s more dangerous than we think.”


Sneha nodded firmly. 'I'm not biased but i will tell you Gowtham looks like a decent guy how could a educated person like him go to extend of kidnapping.. he cannot be at fault with your kidnapping.. i still believe that.. But don't worry, i will keep my judgments aside and  I promise you I will find the truth.  

But for the other thing, like how he tricked you into cuckold unwillingly..
I will teach him a lesson.”

For the first time in many weeks, Suresh and Sneha felt an inch closer to the full truth.

They were still unsure about the kidnapping… but Sneha’s suspicion had finally begun, while Suresh’s belief had grown even stronger.
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Chapter 115 - Open Flames


Saturday arrived with a heavy, restless energy in the office. 
The team was working overtime on the tender demo, and
the atmosphere was thick with pressure and unspoken tension.

Gowtham tried to focus on his screen, but his eyes kept drifting toward the next cabin like a magnet. Rahul had been hovering around Varsha since morning — bringing her coffee, leaning far too close over her desk to “help” with the modules, his hand occasionally brushing her shoulder or arm. Every time Varsha laughed at something Rahul said, the sound cut through Gowtham like a blade.

By lunch, it became unbearable.

Rahul and Varsha sat together in the pantry, trays side by side, their chairs pulled unusually close. 
Gowtham, who usually ate alone in his corner, found himself unable to look away. 
His food tasted like ash.

Rahul was smiling warmly, eyes lingering on her face. “You know, Varsha… you look a lot like Mrunal Thakur. 
Same sharp, expressive eyes… same glowing, fair skin. And you’re Marathi too — it’s like she came to life in front of me.”

Varsha laughed softly, a light, melodic sound that sent a jolt through Gowtham. 
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers grazing her neck deliberately, drawing attention to the smooth curve of her throat and the slight swell of her breasts beneath her fitted top.

“Really? Now you’re just flattering me, Sir,” she said, her voice playful, lips curving into a teasing smile.
“No, I’m serious,” Rahul leaned closer, his voice dropping.
“She’s beautiful on screen, but you… you have this real, dangerous charm. Natural. The way you move, the way you smile — it’s addictive.”

They both laughed again — open, easy, flirtatious laughter that carried across the pantry. Rahul’s hand casually rested on the back of her chair, his fingers occasionally brushing her shoulder. Varsha didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in slightly while explaining something on her phone, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage as she laughed.

Gowtham’s grip on his spoon tightened until his knuckles turned white. The sound of their laughter felt like needles under his skin.
Slut… he thought bitterly. One day with him and she’s already glowing like this? Letting him touch her so openly?

The flirtation continued throughout lunch. Rahul kept finding excuses to touch her hand while showing something on his phone, his thumb stroking the back of her palm. Varsha played along perfectly — smiling, batting her lashes, occasionally glancing in Gowtham’s direction as if making sure he was watching every second of it.


In the evening, the torture only intensified.

For the long day they both just kept flirting with each other causing the work to slow down. Gowtham never wanted to leave them, he decided to stay as long as it take. 

At 8:40 PM, Gowtham saw them leaving together again from office. Rahul’s sleek Sedan was waiting. Varsha got in without hesitation. This time, they didn’t head straight to her house. Gowtham, unable to stop himself, followed on his bike, heart pounding with a toxic mix of rage and unwanted desire.

Ten minutes later, he watched from a distance as Rahul parked near a quiet, upscale restaurant. Varsha stepped out gracefully, the evening breeze pressing her dress against her body, outlining every curve. Rahul offered his hand. She took it without hesitation.

They walked hand-in-hand toward the restaurant entrance, fingers interlaced, laughing about something Gowtham couldn’t hear. Rahul’s thumb gently stroked the back of her hand — a small, intimate gesture that made Gowtham’s blood boil.

Varsha turned her head slightly just before entering. Her eyes met Gowtham’s across the street. For a split second, their gazes locked.
She smiled — small, knowing, almost victorious — before disappearing inside with Rahul, her hips swaying with every step.

Gowtham sat on his bike in the shadows, chest burning with jealousy so intense it felt physical.
Slut…

The word echoed in his mind again and again. He felt a toxic mix of jealousy, anger, and a deep, unsettling ache he refused to name. His mind kept flashing unwanted images — Rahul’s hands on her waist, his lips on her neck, Varsha moaning softly the way she once did for him.

He didn’t go home immediately. He sat there for a long time, staring at the restaurant door, wondering how a woman he once wanted to destroy had managed to crawl so deep under his skin in such a short time.

The night became unbearable for Gowtham.

After they finished dinner at the upscale restaurant, he continued trailing Rahul’s car from a safe distance on his bike. His knuckles were white on the handlebars, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Every laugh he had witnessed between them, every casual touch, kept replaying in his mind like a poison.

Rahul finally stopped in front of Varsha’s apartment building. He got out, walked her to the gate like a perfect gentleman, and they spoke for a couple of minutes. Varsha smiled warmly at him before disappearing inside and locking the door.

Gowtham sat on his bike in the shadows across the street, watching the lights in her apartment turn on. The image of her walking hand-in-hand with Rahul refused to leave him.



He didn’t go home immediately. He sat there for nearly forty minutes, chest burning with a toxic mix of jealousy, anger, and an ache he refused to name. For the second night in a row, he skipped dinner entirely. He returned to his house, locked the door, and collapsed on the bed without changing his clothes.





Meanwhile, back in the master bedroom, Sneha had made a quiet decision.



She stayed close to Suresh the entire evening — helping Ramya with her homework, sitting beside him during dinner, and now, as they lay in bed, she moved closer without hesitation. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his back, hugging him tightly from behind.
Day after day, her guilt had been rising like a tide. Tonight, it finally spilled over. Silent tears slipped from her eyes as she held him.

Suresh remained still for a long moment before he spoke, voice low.

“You’re hugging me now… after everything?”

Sneha’s voice cracked. “I’m sorry… I didn’t realise how much I hurt you. How I allowed Gowtham to trick you… to make you feel like a fool. I was so blind.”
She held him tighter, her tears wetting the back of his t-shirt.

“Bear with me for a few more days… until we figure out the truth. But before that, I need to do something. You no more need to move to the guest room. This is your place. If he wants sex… let him stay in the guest room from now on.”
Suresh let out a bitter laugh. “Even now you don’t want to avoid sex with him completely?”

Sneha shook her head against his back. “I don’t want to alarm him. Like you said — if he is at fault, he will try to erase the proofs. I need to continue fooling him… at least for now. It will be equal… if he fooled us, then I will fool him back.”
She paused, then asked softly, “Tell me one thing… how did you strongly believe he has a connection to your kidnapping?”

Suresh turned slightly to face her. “Did you forget? I told you — the transactions and the birthday cake order from the hill station.”
Sneha asked him to show the images again. As he opened his laptop and displayed the screenshots, she carefully noted down the UPI ID, the name, and the number.

“If you had taken his mobile and checked the number properly, you would have got an answer,” she said quietly.
Suresh sighed. “I just found them in the gallery at that time. I didn’t think this deeply… only recently I figured it out.”

Sneha nodded with determination. “Okay. Taking his mobile in my hand should be the first step.”

She closed the laptop, turned off the light, and hugged Suresh tightly again, her body pressed against his. For the first time in many weeks, they slept in each other’s arms — not with passion, but with a fragile, painful understanding.

Two broken people, slowly trying to find their way back to each other…
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Chapter 116 - The Server Room


Gowtham reached the office on Sunday morning with dark circles under his eyes and a storm in his chest. The moment he stepped out of the lift, his gaze locked onto the parking area.

Rahul’s sleek Sedan was already parked. Varsha was stepping out of it, laughing at something Rahul said. She was wearing a new crisp white shirt and a fitted black skirt — clearly expensive, clearly a gift. The outfit hugged her curves perfectly, the top two buttons left deliberately open to show a tempting hint of cleavage and the black lace bra beneath.

Gowtham’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. He already bought her clothes?
Their flirtation had leveled up dangerously.

Throughout the morning, with only the three of them in the office, Rahul became bolder. He openly complimented Varsha’s figure, leaned in too close while explaining the tender modules, his breath brushing her ear. Once he even brushed his hand along her lower back, fingers grazing the curve of her ass. Varsha played along perfectly — smiling, touching his arm, laughing at his jokes, occasionally biting her lower lip in that seductive way that made Gowtham’s blood boil.

By lunch, it became unbearable.

Rahul and Varsha sat together in the pantry, trays side by side, their chairs pulled so close their knees touched. Gowtham, who usually ate alone, found himself unable to look away. Rahul’s hand rested on his own thigh, slowly rubbing over the growing bulge in his pants while whispering something filthy to her. Varsha’s cheeks flushed pink, but she didn’t stop him. Instead, she leaned in closer, her full breasts pressing against the table edge, whispering back, their faces inches apart.

Gowtham’s blood boiled. 
The sight of Rahul’s hand stroking himself under the table while Varsha watched made his stomach twist with rage and unwanted heat.


By 5:30 PM, he lost all patience.

He grabbed Varsha’s wrist near the restroom corridor and pulled her into a corner, voice low and venomous.
“You slut,” he hissed. “Just in two days and you’ve already found someone else? What the fuck is your game?”

Varsha didn’t flinch. She looked straight into his eyes, calm and composed.
“You’ll see soon enough,” she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.


At 6:30 PM, the laughter between Rahul and Varsha suddenly stopped.

Gowtham watched from his cabin as Rahul stood up first and walked toward the restricted server room. A minute later, Varsha followed, her hips swaying with every step. Before she closed the heavy door behind her, she glanced toward Gowtham’s cabin and threw a small crumpled paper in his direction.

It landed near his desk.
Gowtham picked it up with trembling hands.

On it was written:
Server Room Password: V@ct1v8#97
ID: RAHUL_BACKUP
You have only 15 minutes. Break open the door before 15 mins and stop it.

His mind went blank for a second. Then adrenaline kicked in.
He rushed to Rahul’s cabin, logged into the system using the ID, and quickly traced the files. His heart sank.


Inside the dimly lit server room, the moment the door clicked shut, Rahul’s hunger exploded.


He grabbed Varsha by the waist and pushed her back against the server table, his mouth crashing onto hers in a desperate, sloppy kiss. His hands roamed greedily over her body, squeezing her breasts through her shirt and bra, pinching her nipples until they hardened visibly against the fabric.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he growled against her lips, grinding his already hard cock against her thigh. “You’ve been teasing me since morning… that smile, that ass in this skirt…”

Varsha let him kiss her for a few seconds, her hands on his chest, but she didn’t fully melt into him. She pulled back slightly, breathing heavily, her lips glistening.


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“Slow down, Sir,” she whispered teasingly, her voice low and seductive. “We have time… but not that much.”

Rahul didn’t listen. He yanked her shirt open, exposing her black lace bra. He buried his face between her breasts, kissing and sucking the soft flesh over the cups, his hands frantically squeezing and fondling her heavy breasts through the bra. He tried to pull her closer, grinding his erection against her, desperate to feel more.

Varsha gasped, arching her back, but her eyes remained sharp and controlled. She let him devour her breasts for a moment, then gently pushed him back.

“Sit on the table,” she ordered softly.
Rahul obeyed instantly, sitting on the edge, his cock straining painfully against his pants. Varsha stepped between his legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and then his belt. She pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. It sprang up, heavy and leaking, veins pulsing.

Varsha wrapped her fingers around the base and gave it one long, slow stroke from root to tip, her thumb circling the swollen head, spreading the precum.

Rahul groaned loudly, head falling back. “Fuck… Varsha… please…”
She stroked him deliberately, torturously slow, never letting him build real rhythm. Every time he tried to thrust into her fist, she loosened her grip or pulled back, keeping him on the edge.

Rahul grabbed her breasts again, squeezing them hard through the bra, pinching her nipples. He tried to pull her closer for another deep kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth while his hands roamed down to squeeze her ass.
But Varsha controlled the pace masterfully. She turned her face slightly, letting him kiss only her neck and jaw, while her hand continued its maddening, teasing strokes on his cock.

“Darling, I want to fuck you so bad,” he panted, voice hoarse. “Bend over the table… let me take you from behind…”
Varsha smiled against his neck, her hand tightening around his shaft for a second before slowing down again.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to feel how much you want me first…”

She kept stroking him — long, firm, torturous strokes — her thumb constantly teasing the sensitive underside of his head. Rahul’s thighs trembled, his cock leaking profusely in her hand as he begged.

Meanwhile at the Rahul cabin.. 

Gowtham figured out, it was all there — the complete tender quotes, pricing strategies, and internal calculations had been sent to their biggest competitor through a dummy email account. Rahul was the leak.

The cars, rich lifestyle all matches now, even a 10% Commission would land him crores. 

Ten minutes had already passed.

He Realised Varsha needs him. 

Gowtham sprinted toward the server room. 
He knew there was no CCTV inside. 

His hands shook as he punched in the password.
The door clicked open.
What he saw inside stopped him cold.

Rahul: “Please… Varsha… I can’t take it anymore…”

Gowtham stood there, breathing hard, eyes wide.
Rahul’s head snapped up in panic. “Varsha — he saw us!”

Varsha turned her head slowly toward Gowtham. Her hand was still wrapped around Rahul’s throbbing, leaking cock, giving it one final, deliberate stroke right in front of him. Her full breasts heaved in her bra, nipples hard and visible. She looked straight into Gowtham’s eyes — calm, calculated, and strangely victorious.

A small, satisfied smile played on her lips.
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(15-05-2026, 10:09 AM)VinodV Wrote:  Good updates! Thanks for the bunch.

Chapter 114 - 
1) Sneha still not believing that Gowtham is the reason for kidnap looks very realistic. Good! 

2) Sneha's reaction when she got to know that Suresh was tricked to become an unwilling cuckold...waw not adequate & satisfying! The naration should have been more powerful expressing her shocking feelings so that it would have added more weight to her dialogue of "... I will teach him a lesson" - because she warned Gowtham many times earlier about calling Suresh as cuckold!!!

i agree. an entire paragraph went missing. Couldnt see in my version too.
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(15-05-2026, 09:42 AM)Hornytamilan23 Wrote:  I like your idea. But bro seriously, who is this vikram?

yea who is that vikram?
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Chapter 117 - The Trap Closes


Inside the server room, time seemed to freeze.
Rahul’s head snapped up in panic. “Varsha — he saw us!”

Varsha turned her head slowly toward Gowtham. Her hand was still wrapped around Rahul’s throbbing, leaking cock, giving it one final, deliberate stroke right in front of him. Her full breasts heaved inside her bra, nipples visibly hard. She looked straight into Gowtham’s eyes — calm, calculated, and strangely victorious.

A small, satisfied smile played on her lips.
She released Rahul’s cock and stepped back gracefully. Gowtham stood frozen at the doorway, breathing hard, his mind struggling to process the scene.

Rahul’s face drained of color as he scrambled for his clothes scattered on the floor, his erection still shamefully half-hard. But before he could reach them, Varsha kicked the pile toward the door with her foot.

Rahul froze, shocked. “What the hell are you doing? Why did you kick my clothes?”
The moment he looked at her face, he understood. There was no panic, no shame — only cold composure. She had been expecting this.
“What the hell is happening?” Rahul snarled, voice shaking with panic and rage. “You two are a team? Planning to extort money from me?”

Varsha didn’t answer immediately. She calmly pinned her hair into a neat ponytail, her bra still slightly disheveled from Rahul’s earlier groping. She looked composed — almost regal — despite the charged atmosphere.

Gowtham stood at the doorway, eyes darting between them.

Varsha finally spoke, her voice cold and steady. “Take photos of him. Right now. And inform the boss.”

Rahul’s eyes widened in terror. “No! No, please don’t do this! I’m married… if my wife finds out, they’ll kick me out of the house! I have kids!”
He dropped to his knees, half-naked, pleading desperately. “I’ll do whatever you ask… You two want money, right?”

Gowtham raised his phone and took several clear photos of Rahul’s exposed, humiliating state.

Varsha stepped closer to Gowtham, buttoning her shirt with steady fingers and adjusting her skirt. She looked at Rahul with icy detachment.
“Lock him in here until the boss comes,” she told Gowtham.

Rahul continued begging, tears forming in his eyes.
Varsha picked up his shirt from the floor and threw it at him.

“If you don’t want this to reach your wife,” she said coldly, 
“then agree to confess every fraudulent thing you’ve done — every single leak.”

Rahul stared at her in disbelief, finally realizing it was not for the money, but to catch his malpractice in the company, thoroughly he had been played.


Varsha turned away without another word and walked to the small sink in the corner. She washed her hands thoroughly, then wiped her neck and chest where Rahul had kissed and fondled her earlier. The entire “hot mini session” had been nothing but a calculated performance.


Gowtham stood guard at the door, his mind reeling. He finally understood the entire plan. Varsha had deliberately gotten close to Rahul — flirting, teasing, letting him believe he could have her — just to lure him into this trap and catch him red-handed.

He had called her a slut just hours ago, and now he realized she had been playing a far more dangerous and intelligent game than he ever imagined.

She used herself as bait…

A heavy wave of guilt crashed over him. 

In that quiet room... Rahul said to himself 

"Shit how did i got trapped in your scheme"
You fooled me..

Gowtham looked at him and said mockingly... Hrithik Roshan?!!! huh
You deserve it for beleiving her words. 

A mild smile appeared on Varsha's lips, she hide it from them.. She didn’t speak to Gowtham the entire time.

Her silence was louder than any accusation.
She was clearly hurt — the first person she had started to trust had immediately turned around and called her a slut the moment things got complicated.

A minute later, Mr. Prakash arrived, breathing heavily after Gowtham’s urgent call.
“What the hell is going on?” he demanded.

Gowtham stepped forward. “Sir, Rahul is the one behind the leaks. We figured it out.”
They carefully hid Varsha’s deliberate seduction, presenting it as an accidental discovery during late-night work. Rahul, still half-dressed and broken, didn’t dare contradict them.

Mr. Prakash looked at Rahul with cold disappointment.
“First, dress properly. Varsha is here.”

He dragged Rahul to the conference room. Rahul pleaded desperately with the legal team on the call, begging for one last chance.

Mr. Prakash stood patiently, then said, “I won’t kick you out immediately. You will stay here until Tuesday. You are going to personally submit the proposal… but you will make sure it leads the competitor to have the last laugh. 

You played against me… now I will show you my face.”
Rahul nodded miserably, knowing he had no choice.

That night, after everything settled, Gowtham waited outside the office building. When Varsha finally came out, he approached her cautiously and gently took her arm, leading her toward the parking lot.

“Varsha, stop… why are you forcibly dragging me?” she protested.
He stopped at a quiet corner and released her.

“I couldn’t confront you in front of them,” he said, voice strained. “When did you figure out he was the culprit? If catching him was the plan, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Varsha didn’t answer.

“Don’t you know how dangerous that was?”
Gowtham continued, frustration rising. “What if he had crossed the line with you tonight? What if I had come later?”

Varsha finally lost her patience. She looked at him with tired, hurt eyes.
“Why do you care so much about me?” she asked. “I did it for my own selfish needs. I needed an undisturbed flow of salary. 

Gowtham angrily raised his voice.. does money is so important to you than your dignity, you said Dignity is important too?

Varsha stepped near him and told.. I chose this path for survival. Stop your caring drama.”

“Drama?” Gowtham’s voice cracked. “You never know how much I’ve been bothered… You never know how much space you’ve taken in my heart…”
Varsha laughed bitterly. “Heart?”

She stepped closer, her voice sharp with pain.

“You called me a slut just hours ago. Don’t think I didn’t hear it last night on the street.”

Gowtham opened his mouth to apologize, but the words died in his throat. 
He realized how deeply he had slipped — how much he had fallen for her without even admitting it to himself.

“I… I’m sorry,” he said finally, voice softer. 
I dont need that.. Varsha said.. 

Okay Cool.. Lets speak tomorrow. its too late.
“Let me drop you home. At least for your safety.”

Varsha stopped and looked at him with exhausted, wounded eyes.
“You called me a slut. So tell me, Gowtham… why does a slut’s safety matter to you?”
She raised her hand, stopping any further words.

“I don’t want to hear it right now.”
She turned and walked away toward the bus stop, leaving Gowtham standing alone under the streetlight, the weight of his words and his growing feelings crushing him from the inside.
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(15-05-2026, 01:36 PM)VinodV Wrote:  Author is also intelligent and capable enough to bring in Rakesh & Sneha-2 too into the story all the way from Chennai. Producer is worrying that budget is already overshot and helpless to make Part 2, 3, 4... :-)

Dear Heygi,
Really kudos to your talent! 
Sneha may regain the faith of Suresh, but not audience's...

How should i take this?
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Chapter 118 - Echoes of the Past


Gowtham waited at the bus stop like a shadow.

He had parked his bike a little distance away, hidden in the darkness, eyes fixed on the stop where Varsha stood waiting. The night air was cool, but his chest felt heavy and hot. When the bus finally arrived, he watched her board it safely. Then, without thinking, he started his bike and followed at a distance.

He told himself it was only for her safety.
Varsha knew he was there. She could sense the bike’s headlights in the side mirror. She stayed unreactive, staring straight ahead, refusing to give him even a glance.

When the bus reached her stop, she stepped down gracefully and walked toward her apartment building without looking back. Gowtham watched from the shadows until she entered the gate and locked the door behind her. Only then did he turn his bike around and head home.

On the way back, a strange realization hit him hard.
The entire scenario felt eerily familiar.
Just like the hill station…

He had planned it so carefully back then — making Sneha pretend to have sex with him while Suresh was supposed to walk in at the perfect moment and “stop” them and claim her.. But Suresh never came. Instead, he had been kidnapped by my men.

Now the roles felt reversed.

Varsha gave me the paper and asked me to come before 15 minutes… She must have delayed Rahul deliberately so he couldn’t penetrate her. She wanted me to arrive at the exact right time.

Varsha wanted to save her like how Senha wanted Suresh to save her at the right time. The purpose was different but.. It was so close to each other. 

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

What if I had been the one kidnapped that night? 
What if Varsha had been left alone with Rahul?
He gripped the handlebars tighter.


When did you fall in love with her, Gowtham?
The question echoed in his mind, refusing to leave.

He reached home at 11:00 PM. For the third night in a row, he skipped dinner. He didn’t go near Sneha’s house. He locked himself in his room, exhausted, unhappy, and rejected. The memory of Varsha’s cold silence hurt more than he wanted to admit.

She was only close to Rahul just to trap him??!! … All of it was an act.
Did I hurt her a lot with my words?

He fell asleep with that bitter thought, the weight of his own growing feelings pressing down on him like a stone.





In the master bedroom, the atmosphere was quieter but no less heavy.


Sneha had been trying to get closer to Suresh all evening. After the previous night’s conversation, she was determined to turn the tide. She truly wanted her husband back. After Ramya fell asleep, she slipped into bed beside him and hugged him from behind, pressing her body against his back, her arm wrapping tightly around his waist.

Suresh allowed the embrace but remained still.

When she leaned in to kiss his lips, he gently turned his face away.
“Not tonight,” he said softly.

Sneha’s voice was full of quiet longing. 
“We haven’t had sex ever since we came back from the trip… I need you, Suresh.”

He looked at her, his expression guarded.
“Do you think I’ll be in the mood for it after everything happening around us?”

Sneha persisted, her hand sliding down his chest. “It has to… It has to be like that. We are husband and wife, after all. 
Haven’t we crossed difficult situations before? When your manager crossed the line… when you made me stand nude in front of the delivery guy… we crossed them... We will cross this Gowtham chapter as well.”

Suresh shook his head. “No, Sneha. Without clarity, we shouldn’t. 

After a pause he said...
Unlike those times, Gowtham’s entry into our life has shaken our core. 
It has shaken our trust in each other.”

First, let’s figure out Gowtham and what he’s doing. 
Until then, nothing between us.

Sneha was quite taken back.. 

Suresh didn't stop yet, he decided to tell her his divorce plan so that she wont make an attempt for sex. Which would be awkward for both of them.
First, let’s figure out Gowtham and what he’s doing. Until then, nothing between us.”

Sneha was quite taken back.. 


Suresh didn't stop, he decided to tell her his divorce plan so that she wont make an attempt for sex.





He paused, then decided to be brutally honest.

“Actually… I was thinking of divorcing you.”

Sneha laughed loudly — a genuine, disbelieving laugh. 
She came closer and bit his chin playfully, hard enough to make him flinch. 
Suresh pushed her away gently.

“Stop playing,” she said, still smiling. 
“Divorce my foot. I won’t leave you that soon. Even if you trick me with something, I would never leave you.”

As she spoke, she hugged him tighter, sliding her hand inside his boxer and gripping his penis firmly. 
Suresh gasped in pain and surprise, then moved away.

“Ramya is here,” he reminded her, voice strained. “Even though we’re in this room, the soundproofing is bad. I can literally hear you when you’re with him… your moans, your cries.”

Sneha’s face flushed with shame. “I’m sorry…”

She reached closer and asked softly if it was painful. Suresh nodded. “Yeah… You’re becoming a monster after having sex with him.”
“Not really,” she whispered. “I’m sorry…”

She moved closer again. Suresh realized what she was up to and shifted slightly, but Sneha was faster. She pulled his boxer down, freeing his already hardening cock.

In a husky voice, she said, “It’s paining here…” She slowly touched his shaft, feeling it twitch and grow fully erect under her fingers. She kissed the tip tenderly. “Sorry, my dear…” She kissed it again, looked up into his eyes seductively, and licked around the head in slow, wet circles.
Suresh was losing control. After weeks of distance, his body betrayed him. She took him into her mouth, sucking him with deep, loving strokes. His hand gently rested on her head as she worked him.

After ten intense minutes, he came hard into her mouth with a low groan. Sneha swallowed every drop, then moved up and kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue.

Suresh lost himself and all of sudden he turned her back to lay on bed.. and tried to come top on her.

She pulled back with a playful wink. “Won’t our noise go out now?”

Suresh looked at her, defeated but aroused.

She then mocked…
You said you plan to divorce me?

He clearly knew he had lost this round. “That’s a different subject… This is different.”

“How different is this?” she teased.

She was clearly enjoying this.. 
She said. 

“I got you…” Sneha whispered teasingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 
“Won’t I know how to take back my husband?”

Suresh felt like a complete loser. She had tempted him so easily, and he had fallen for it. His body had betrayed him again.

“Not today…” she continued, her voice soft but firm. 
“You brought up the divorce topic. 
This is my punishment.

Suresh looked heavily disappointed.
She then reached her hands to his face and said don't worry, its a temporary pause for bigger thing.

If you can bear this… then I will give you something tomorrow — a gift.”
Actually i had not planned anything for today, i just want to drag you and prepare something special tomorrow, For the gift.

Suresh looked puzzled. “A gift?”

She paused, then said with a small, determined smile, “Yeah… a gift. I’ll let you experience it tomorrow. 
But I need a promise from you first.”

“What?” Suresh asked warily.
“Just stay here in the master bedroom. 
Tomorrow, this is your room again. 
You need to trust me… and .....

She hesitatingly said... most importantly, Gowtham will be here too.”

Without him my gift wont be complete.. 

Suresh looked at her with unbelievable pain in his eyes. 
“What? No way… This is exactly why I hated it. See, I’m not in any of your plans…”
He told her strictly.

Sneha realized he was too strong on it.. she decided to convince him no matter what..
I just want you to trust me once.. 

I'm ready for divorce, if you didn't like it..

Sneha cupped his face gently, her thumb brushing his cheek. 
After tomorrow, I will sign the papers if you still want it.”
Im giving it myself...

The words shocked him. He stared at her, searching her eyes.

She pleaded please trust me.. Bear me just one night tomorrow.

Sneha calmed him, her voice soft but steady. 
“If you still feel we have love… if you feel my love is true after all these days… then support me.
Stay with me tomorrow. Don’t think too much about Gowtham’s presence. Trust me.”

Suresh looked at her for a long moment, his heart aching. Finally, he sighed.
“If what you are going to give me tomorrow seems disrespectful… give me a divorce as you promised.”

She nodded.
Sneha gave a small, determined smile. “Tomorrow, after you drop Ramya at the hostel… get some sweets for the night.” She winked playfully, trying to lighten the heavy mood.

Suresh was clearly uncomfortable, but after a long pause, he decided to give it a try. After everything they had been through, it would be just another night if she continued having sex with Gowtham anyway.

They slept after some small talk, her arm still wrapped around him. 
It wasn’t full passion yet, but it was closeness — fragile, careful, and not entirely hopeless.

Two broken people, slowly trying to find their way back… even if everything was still at stake.
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All your wild imagination urge me to drop next chapters immediately :D
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Chapter 119 - Poles Apart

The morning air was cool and crisp as Suresh and Sneha stepped out for their walk. There was an unsaid bond reshaping itself overnight — fragile, tentative, but undeniably present. Suresh wanted to control himself, not knowing what the night could turn into if emotions ran too high. 

He tried asking her gently, “What are you really up to with Gowtham?”
Sneha gave a small, mysterious smile. “It’s a suspense. You’ll see.”

They walked mostly in silence, but the silence felt different today — less cold, more shared. Breakfast passed quietly. Suresh then took Ramya to the hostel, kissing her forehead before she ran inside.  

Sneha realized Gowtham had not yet knocked her door? It doesn't seem to be a regular ‘missing’ moment in the house when Ramya was here. 

For her plan to work, she needs Gowtham to be pro active like he used to be and tonight she definitely needs him.
She decided to check on him, without showing desperation. 

She visited Gowtham’s house. He was getting ready for work, looking tired and visibly upset — dark circles under his eyes, movements slow and heavy.

She wanted to ask what was wrong, but she reminded herself: This is the face he usually shows when he wants me to feel sorry for him… the same face that eventually makes me fall into his arms and have sex.

So she decided to avoid being so caring and pretended to be more casual..

Gowtham, why are you late today
“Come for breakfast,” she said casually.

Gowtham came over, ate mechanically, his mind clearly full of Varsha. When he was about to leave. 

Sneha couldn’t understand his behavior.. She wanted to test him..  Sneha reached up purposely, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, “Have a good day. Just to register about her to him.. to lure the now-distant Gowtham back into her web. She needed him close if she wanted to do what she wanted to. 





Gowtham reached the office the next morning with Varsha occupying every corner of his mind. Her smile, her sharp eyes, the way she had looked at him at lunch.. But post that one word, she detached from him.. it all haunted him. 

The moment he stepped into the workspace, reality struck even harder. The atmosphere felt messier than ever.

Mr. Prakash had fully forgiven Rahul. The morning meeting with him and Varsha had been about exactly that. Citing Rahul’s “past contributions,” the boss had decided to give him one last chance. Rahul returned to work with renewed confidence, diving back into the proposal, while Varsha once again seemed completely comfortable around him, as if nothing had happened.
It irked Gowtham to no end.

He had expected at least a simple conversation.. But Varsha was cold toward him. Professional, distant, and painfully polite. She answered only when necessary, never meeting his eyes for more than a second. 

At noon, they had lunch at the pantry section. Rahul and Varsha sat close, talking and laughing. Gowtham ate alone in the corner, his food untouched, eyes fixed on them. Every time Rahul leaned in to say something and Varsha laughed, it felt like a fresh wound.

He couldn’t understand why she was treating him this way. 
The man who had tried to take advantage of her received warmth and ease, while he was left to suffer in silence.

It was hard for Gowtham to work without distraction.. And thoughts. 

The trio worked on finalizing the tender proposal throughout the day. When it was finally wrapped up and mailed to Prakash, the time clocked 7PM. 

Rahul turned to Varsha with a charming smile.
“As an apology for yesterday’s mess, let me drop you home today. No excuses.”

Varsha returned the smile, soft and genuine. “Sure. Thank you.”
Gowtham watched the exchange from his desk, his chest tightening with a painful mix of jealousy and helplessness.



When everyone started leaving, Gowtham couldn’t hold back any longer. 
He waited near the parking area, his blood boiling. 

The moment Varsha walked toward Rahul’s car, he stepped forward, 
grabbed her wrist, and 
pulled her behind a nearby pillar, out of sight.


“What the hell is this?” he hissed, his voice low but trembling with anger and hurt. 
“You rejected me like I was nothing—just because I called you a slut once? 
But you’re smiling and getting into his car the very next day after what he tried to do to you? 

I justsaid a word. 
He tried to molest you!”

Varsha looked at him, her expression tired and cold. 
She yanked her hand free.

“Why do you care, Gowtham?” she said flatly. 
“I’m just behaving exactly like you said I am. I’m a slut, right?”
You should be happy right?

Varsha why are you torturing me with the words.
or are you deliberatley doing this to piss me off. 

What are you telling Mr. Gowtham when did i torture you?
I'm being myself, getting on a car is a issue for you?

“Varsha… don’t you get it?” 
His voice cracked. 
“I think I’m in love with you. 
I want you with me. Forever.”


For a second, something flickered in her eyes, but it vanished quickly.
She let out a short, bitter laugh.

Still her throat seemed sore suddenly..
yet she began...
“Sorry, I don’t have space for any relationship or feelings right now,” 
she said calmly. “I have too many responsibilities.
Too many people depending on me.”

She paused, then continued, her tone detached. “And regarding im being close with Rahul.. Its just professional. 
I have no personal issue with Rahul. 
I lured him that night. If I hadn’t, he wouldn’t have behaved that way. 
He’s a colleague again—senior in HR. 
I can’t afford to create a rift with him.
I’m just being professional.”

“Professional bullshit,” Gowtham muttered.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, 
then spoke more gently.

“Varsha, listen. I’ll take care of your responsibilities. 
Your family will become mine. 
I’ll hand over my entire salary to you. 
You can look after them.”

Varsha smiled like she had just heard a joke. 
Are you joking Gowtham.. does any of these will be practically feasible?
okay Okay lets say!!

“Okay, let’s say I agree.
 We get married. Then what? Where will we live?”

“Here in Bangalore,” he replied immediately.
“Will your parents accept us? Especially me?”
“I’ll speak to them.”

“See?” she said, her voice sharp.
 “You said ‘I will speak to them.’ Not ‘we will decide.’ 
You’re still thinking like a bachelor with freedom.
Your family is yours to handle.”
Now if i want my family to tied with you, you have to seek their advice every time. 

Gowtham could not answer for that immediately

She shook her head. 
“Forget that. What’s your plan after marriage? Kids? Our future?”

Gowtham smiled faintly.  The question was like that.. 
He said... “We can enjoy a year or two, then plan for kids in the second or third year—”

“Exactly,” Varsha cut in.
“You know my situation. 
My family needs my money. 
If I have a baby, I’ll have to stop working.
That puts pressure on you, and my family suffers. How will I support them then?”

She looked straight into his eyes, her voice cold and final.

Gowtham this is just a starter questions, there is a lot behind.. a lot factors, it may look nice and emotional to hug you for a moment, kiss you in a day and making love with you for some night, but when the day came back we need to run, run behind the money. 

Gowtham said, Money is not alone the only thng Varsha, there is a lot more than that.. have you seen couples even though they struggle, they still choose to be a cute couple. 

I dont want that struggle.. Varsha said.

She then calmly said. 

“You still don’t understand. I need money. Security. Something that can change my family’s life right now—not after years of struggle. 
You can’t give me that. Don’t fool yourself.” Lets keep it simple that way. 

Gowtham’s temper flared again.
See you have decided to go with him because he’s rich? 
and Dont belittle me 
accept you want his money you are going with him. 


Varsha’s eyes flashed with anger.
“Yes. Why shouldn’t I choose him?

Rahul can give me what I need. He has the money.
He has the position. 

What do you have, Gowtham? A decent salary and jealousy? 
That’s not enough for me.”

Gowtham flinched. “So you’ll become the mistress of a married man? 
You’re that desperate?”

Varsha stepped closer, her words cutting like knives.
“I would rather be Rahul’s mistress than marry a man like you. 
At least with him, I know exactly what I’m getting—stability and respect for my needs.
With you… I’ll only get nights like this. 
You dragging me into corners and calling me names when things don’t go your way.”

Her voice dropped to a painful whisper.
“Go find someone on your level. I’m aiming much higher. I won’t settle for less.”

Varsha turned and walked away without looking back. 
She got into Rahul’s car, forced a smile, and they drove off.

But the moment the car turned the corner, her smile disappeared. She leaned her head against the window, eyes burning with unshed tears.
Why did I say all that? she thought, her heart aching. I hate myself for hurting him…

Deep down, she knew the truth. She had real feelings for Gowtham. His honesty, his support, the way he had stood by her—it had touched her deeply. After last night, it was clear he loved her. She had originally wanted to stay away, but when Rahul was forgiven, she saw her chance. She deliberately pushed Gowtham away and made him hate her. That's the reason she purposely choose to have lunch with Rahul and agreed to go with him in the car. 

She realize, they were from different worlds. She had suffered too much already. She couldn’t drag him into her endless responsibilities.
Survival had always come first. Even if it meant breaking both their hearts.



Gowtham stood frozen, humiliated and furious. As he started his bike and reached the entrance gate, he saw Rahul’s car still parked near the exit. Through the back window, he caught a glimpse of Varsha’s tear-streaked face. She reached for a tissue near the gear lever. Rahul leaned in at the same time to help her. From that angle, in the dim light, it looked like they were kissing.

Gowtham’s heart shattered.

He wiped his own tears roughly and muttered through clenched teeth, “That bitch doesn’t deserve me.”

He revved the accelerator hard and sped out through the second gate, refusing to follow them
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Chapter 120 - Hunger and Hollow


Gowtham returned home that night like a man carrying stones in his chest.

He stepped into his house, closed the door behind him, and stood still for a long moment in the dark. The silence felt heavier than usual. Varsha’s words kept echoing in his head — sharp, final, humiliating.

“I would rather be Rahul’s mistress than marry a man like you.”

He sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. For the fourth consecutive night, hunger had been absent. Every thought of her had killed his appetite. But tonight, something shifted.

No more, he told himself. I won’t let a woman who doesn’t care about my feelings control even my stomach.

He stood up with renewed resolve, took a long, scalding hot shower, letting the water burn his skin as if it could wash away the rejection. When he came out, he wiped himself roughly and changed into comfortable clothes.


At 9:10 PM, he walked into Suresh’s house. Originally, he just wanted a decent meal. But the moment he entered, his eyes caught Sneha in the kitchen.



Sneha was finishing the last touches of dinner. Suresh was nowhere to be seen — probably locked in the guest room again. Gowtham stood at the entrance for a second, then moved toward her like a man seeking shelter.



As he stepped towards Sneha, an urge came in him. All these days, he had controlled her like a puppet. Now, when a woman had suppressed him, made him feel inferior and small, he just wanted to revive his superiority. He wanted to feel powerful again. He wanted to reclaim control. Only she make him feel like Superior at the moment. 


But She is also only person who could trust him any non-sense he would spout. A person like her will be his emotional support as well he thought.  

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His body was still warm from the shower, almost feverish.


Sneha froze, shocked. He had broken the rule — hugging her openly in the common area. But she quickly sensed something was deeply wrong. His grip was tight, almost desperate, not lustful.
“Gowtham…” she whispered, turning slightly in his arms.
 “Too much pressure at the office?”

He shook his head against her neck, his breath hot on her skin.
She asked why does your body radiates so much heat?

She touched her and asked, you got fever..
He said No..

“Just… too much thinking,” he murmured. 
“Today, no more thinking. I need you.”

Sneha’s heart twisted. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the exhaustion in his voice. For a moment, “the wife of Suresh” took a backseat. She gently turned fully in his arms and hugged him back, stroking his back, like a true friend or companion.

“Come, let’s have dinner first,” she said softly.

Gowtham nodded. He sat at the table like a man who had forgotten how to eat properly. Sneha served him generously — rice, dal, chicken curry, and fresh rotis. To her surprise, he ate with real hunger. He asked for a second helping, then a third. He ate quietly but steadily, as if trying to fill a different kind of emptiness.

Sneha watched him, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

He looks broken… What happened today? Whatever, I want his calmness and 100 % trust in me before I begin..

She felt a strange mix of relief came in. Relief because his need for her tonight proved he was still emotionally tied to her — which made her plan easier to execute.

After dinner, Gowtham leaned back, finally full. He looked at her with tired but grateful eyes.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

Sneha gave him a small, soft smile, hiding the storm raging inside her chest.


She watched as Gowtham stood up from the table, his body still radiating that feverish heat from the shower. He walked to the sink, washed his hands slowly, the water running over his strong forearms. When he turned back toward her, his eyes had changed — dark, heavy, and hungry in a way that made the air between them thicken.

“You fulfilled my stomach’s hunger…” he said, his voice low and rough, almost a growl.

He stepped closer, closing the distance with deliberate slowness. Sneha’s breath caught as his tall frame towered over her. Without warning, his large hands rose and caught her full breasts over the thin fabric of her saree. He squeezed them possessively, fingers digging into the soft, heavy flesh, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened instantly against the material.

A low, needy groan escaped his throat.

“One more hunger is still there,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. 
“And only you can satisfy it tonight.”

Sneha’s body responded despite herself — a flush of heat spreading through her core as he kneaded her breasts with rough, desperate hunger. His palms were hot, almost burning through the saree, rolling and pressing her soft mounds together, thumbs circling her stiff nipples in slow, teasing strokes. She could feel his breath on her neck, heavy and ragged, as he leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear.

“Come…” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

He pulled her flush against his body, one hand still possessively cupping and squeezing her breast while the other slid down to grip her waist. Without giving her time to think, he began dragging her toward the master bedroom, his steps urgent, his hard cock already pressing insistently against her hip through his clothes.

Sneha’s heart raced. The heat of his body, the raw need in his touch, the way his fingers kept kneading her breast as they moved — it was overwhelming. She could feel her own body betraying her, a familiar wetness building between her thighs even as her mind screamed warnings. But she was determined for something today. 

They crossed the threshold into the master bedroom, Gowtham’s hand still greedily squeezing her breast, his lips already descending toward her neck —
He froze.

Suresh was already there.


He sat calmly on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, looking at them with a cold, unreadable expression. His eyes flicked from Gowtham’s hand still possessively cupping Sneha’s breast… to her flushed face… to the obvious bulge in Gowtham’s pants.

The silence in the room was deafening.
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Chapter 121 - The Trick and the Gift


Gowtham froze the moment they stepped into the master bedroom.
Suresh was already there — sitting calmly on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, watching them with that cold, unreadable expression.

Gowtham’s voice came out hoarse. “You usually sleep in the guest room, right?”
Sneha answered smoothly, “His meetings are over, so he’s back in his room tonight.”
The word “his room” sent a flicker of alarm through Gowtham, but before he could process it, Sneha turned to him, cupped his face, and kissed him deeply on the lips — a slow, deliberate kiss meant to silence his doubts. When she pulled back, Gowtham was smiling again, the brief unease forgotten.

“Oh… Suresh is here,” he said with a cocky grin. “Well, bro… then you’re going to have a feast tonight. It’s been long since you saw us. You must be missing it… right?”
Sneha turned to Suresh and gave him a quick, secret wink — a silent message: Trust me. Hold on to it.

Suresh sat there, visibly uncomfortable, jaw tight, but he didn’t move or speak.
Gowtham couldn’t wait any longer. He stepped aside, stripped off his shorts and t-shirt in one fluid motion, and stood there in just his boxers, his erection straining hard against the fabric, the outline of his thick cock clearly visible.


Sneha walked over to Suresh first. She leaned down, her voice soft but commanding. “Remove your clothes.”

Suresh blinked, stunned. “What? Why?”


Sneha didn’t answer. Instead, she reached down and started pulling at his tracksuit pants. Suresh hesitated for a moment, then let her. She stripped him efficiently, leaving him in just his brief. His cock was already half-hard, betraying his conflicted arousal.


Gowtham, growing impatient, threw his boxer briefs aside too. He stood completely naked, his thick cock rock-hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with need. He hungrily pulled Sneha into his arms for a deep, possessive kiss, his hands roaming over her body.


She reciprocated for a moment, then gently broke it.


Gowtham’s patience snapped. He stepped forward, voice husky. “Both of us almost naked, baby… why are you still dressed?” He hooked a finger into her pallu and yanked it free in one smooth pull. The silk whispered down her body like liquid. Before she could react, he scooped her up, strong arms under her thighs, and carried her to the bed. He laid her down right beside Suresh, then climbed over her, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. His bare cock dragged hot and heavy across her stomach, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on her skin.


Sneha moaned into his mouth, arching up for a moment
then gently pushed at his chest. “Wait…”

Gowtham smirked , he knew what it meant. 

He asked.. Sorry baby, let me undress you.. He began unbuttoning her blouse, making her heavy breasts spill out, still cupped in her black bra. He pulled her up so she was sitting on the bed in just her bra and petticoat. His hard cock pressed hot and heavy against her back as he fondled her breasts from behind, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs circling her stiff nipples through the lace. He kissed her neck and cheeks possessively, grinding against her.

“Gowtham… enough,” she breathed, though her body betrayed her with a shiver. She crawled forward on all fours toward Suresh, her ass brushing teasingly against Gowtham’s cock. 


“Suresh needs me right now. Just a minute, baby. Be patient.”

She didn’t wait for permission. Her fingers hooked into Suresh’s briefs and pulled them down. His cock sprang up—thick, veined, and fully hard now. Without a word, Sneha lowered her head and took him into her warm, wet mouth. The obscene sound of her sucking filled the room: slow, wet slurps as her lips stretched around his girth, tongue swirling around the swollen head. She bobbed deeper, cheeks hollowing, taking more of him with every stroke until her nose brushed his pelvis.

Gowtham’s cock twitched angrily in the air. He grabbed her hips, trying to pull her back onto him, but she held firm, moaning around Suresh’s length, the vibrations making the other man groan.

She finally pulled off with a filthy pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. Turning her head, she looked back at Gowtham with heavy-lidded eyes. “Why are you pulling me? Can’t you see I’m servicing him right now?”
Gowtham was speechless, his erection bobbing, leaking.

Sneha turned back to Suresh and kissed him—deep, passionate, tongues tangling hungrily. Suresh finally broke, gripping her hair and devouring her mouth like a starved man. Their kiss grew wet and desperate, moans mingling. Sneha whispered against his lips, “The gift is right here for you…”

Ten long minutes passed. Gowtham stood there, forced to watch as his lover lost herself in her husband. His once-proud cock slowly softened, the aching need twisting into something sharper—humiliation mixed with unwanted arousal. He was reduced to a spectator in his own fantasy.

Sneha noticed. She broke the kiss, lips shiny and swollen, and looked at him with feigned innocence. “Gowtham… I need more time with him tonight. We haven’t had each other properly since the hill station. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you too…”
She crawled back, her heavy breasts swaying, and wrapped her soft hand around his semi-hard cock. Her grip was perfect—firm, fast strokes, thumb teasing the sensitive underside and smearing his pre-cum. For five torturous minutes she pumped him while lying on her back, breasts jiggling enticingly with every motion.

Then she turned her head toward Suresh, voice husky and commanding. “Come here. Missionary.”



She spread her legs wide, knees bent, exposing her glistening, swollen pussy. Suresh moved between her thighs like a man possessed. He lined up and thrust in deep—one smooth, powerful stroke that buried him to the hilt. 

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Sneha cried out in pleasure as he started fucking her hard, their bodies slapping together loudly, the wet sounds of her soaked cunt echoing.

She released Gowtham’s cock. “Stroke yourself for me, darling,” she moaned, eyes hazy with lust. “It turns me on so much when you watch…”


Gowtham’s hand moved almost against his will, pumping his cock as he stared at Suresh’s thick shaft plunging in and out of Sneha’s tight pussy. Her juices coated him, dripping down with every thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly. She dug her nails into Suresh’s back, pulling him deeper, moaning louder with every powerful stroke.


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The bed creaked violently. Sweat glistened on Suresh’s muscles as he claimed her like an animal—relentless, deep, possessive. Sneha’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
That’s when it hit Gowtham like ice water. The fruit basket on the side table. The neatly arranged condoms and lube. The way Suresh had been waiting so calmly. This wasn’t spontaneous. Something was off.. 

His hand stopped. His cock softened further. “What the fuck is this?” he muttered. He realised he was stroking to a visual of his lover with her husband. 

He doesn't want to seem like a loser. He tried to push Suresh off and climb on her himself, but Sneha’s hand shot out, pressing firmly against his chest. “No,” she said sharply, voice breathless but commanding.

It's been a long time since we have been like this… her voice was shaky as she spoke.. “Today is his turn. I can’t leave him like this. He needs me. You better relax yourself, Keep stroking… please.”

Gowtham’s face burned with rage and shame. “I didn’t come here to watch like some fucking cuckold while you ”

Why are you so worked up darling..Suresh had once stroked seeing us right.. Itsokay you can do it to.. 

I'm not a cuck he said..  If you feel bad then go to the guest room, and sleep tight i will see you in the morning.. Sneha cut him off, her voice cold even as Suresh kept thrusting into her, making her gasp. 

For a long, agonizing second, Gowtham stared at them—his lover’s face twisted in raw pleasure, her body writhing under another man’s cock. Then, with a furious curse, he snatched his clothes and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The sound of Sneha’s loud, unrestrained moans followed him down the hall and he entered the guest room. 

After he sat on the bed, he could still listen to their noises, Gowtham realised, Suresh could hear his sex with Sneha, everynight a strange victorious smile appeared. 

He tried to rest but their noise kept disturbing him. 

Thirty more minutes passed. The marathon continued — deep, wet, passionate sex. Sneha’s moans filled the room, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin, heavy breathing, soft laughter between kisses, and the wet sounds of Suresh’s cock moving in and out of her.

Finally, the intense session slowed. Suresh collapsed beside Sneha, both of them breathing heavily, bodies glistening with sweat. Sneha turned to Suresh, kissed him softly on the lips, and smiled.

Gowtham lay on the bed in guestroom, listening.

He could hear clearly 

“So… this is your gift? Having sex with me in the master bedroom?” Suresh asked

Sneha laughed lightly, a sweet, almost playful sound.

“You idiot,” she whispered to Suresh, but Gowtham heard it perfectly.

“I made him a cuck. Tricked him to be a cuck, didn’t you notice? 

Yeah… he stroked seeing us.”

“Exactly,” she continued. 

“You said he showed you the old photo and made a deal with you — if you masturbate watching us, he’ll tell you the story? 

I did a similar trick, and made him unknowingly a Cuck.

I made him to undress me for you, then he watched us having sex, he stroked seeing us having sex. 

Happy.? Hows my gift.. Suresh seemed to have pulled her in for a kiss. 

Gowtham lay there frozen, every word landing like a sharp knife in his chest.

She planned this… She used me…

Sneha’s voice turned even softer, almost loving toward Suresh.
“Bonus… I pushed him to the guest room. Now this is truly our space.”

Gowtham’s heart shattered. He realized the full extent of her intention. is this revenge? does they know the truth?.

Same day — Varsha had chosen Rahul for stability and money.
Tonight — Sneha had chosen Suresh to revenge him.

He couldn’t believe it. He was already broken, and this visibly destroyed him.

But what happened next turned the knife even deeper.

Suresh’s voice came low and serious. “Don’t consider this as victory. Only when we figure out who kidnapped me… that is the day I would be free of this - the agony”

But im sure, he might be behind this.. 

Sneha promised softly, “Don’t worry. I will continue to pretend friendly with him. 
I will continue my sexual relationship, then lure him.
I will reach his mobile and figure out the truth with the transaction IDs and all.”

As i said if he is guilty or not i would stop after this. 


A villainous smile slowly spread across Gowtham’s face in the dark.
Oh… you guys are almost nearing the truth, but did know the truth yet. 

He thought coldly, eyes glinting with dark determination.
[i]No matter what, Sneha… I will make sure you will crave for my cock again… and 
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[i]i will make you call your husband worthless.[/i]
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(16-05-2026, 12:01 AM)Hornytamilan23 Wrote:  If she continuous the sexual relationship with gowtham, what's the point of this chapter bro?

 I gave enough hints :)
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(16-05-2026, 12:00 AM)VinodV Wrote:  OMG...OMG... they didn't realise that Gowtham is able to overhear their conversation... How costly it is going to be!!!???

They know , even in previous episodes when Ramy came to stay with them. Suresh warns about he can hear their noises. Yet they does the same, its human errors :) Human mistakes are the thing that take us to newness
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(16-05-2026, 12:14 AM)Hornytamilan23 Wrote:  And yet he loves Varsha and jealous over her. I wonder how flawed humans are

Every human who struggles with emotions and lust are flawed basically :)

And our stories are based on them..
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(16-05-2026, 12:26 AM)Mahesh12345 Wrote:  It's very simple.actually sneha have sex appetite and Gowtham only satisfy her because she Will easily fall for Gowtham tricky behaviour and his sex marathon ultimately title has the justification.

Gowtham will be behave like moron because of varsha and at present he know their plan also.once he touch Sneha automatically easily sneha fall for him and same routine continue.sneha and Gowtham sex in master bedroom and suresh in same guest room. At present he don't have option also for divorce with sneha.because Sneha easily tricked Suresh by seduce him.


It is just like a cat and mouse that's it.same cycle repeat again

Because gowtam destroy all proofs and suresh didn't find any proof and every night Gowtham claimed sneha that's it

Truth will come out one day, but thats the interval not the climax :D
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