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Chapter 122 - Silent Resolve & Preparation for The Company Gathering. 

Tuesday morning arrived with an eerie calm in the house.


Gowtham woke up early, his mind already sharp and calculating. He didn’t alarm anyone. He acted completely normal — casual smile, light conversation, as if the devastating night before had never happened. He needed time. He needed to process. He needed to destroy every single piece of evidence that could connect him to anything before they dug deeper.

They should never find out my secrets.

The pain Sneha had caused him still burned like acid in his chest. The way she had used him, tricked him into stroking himself while she fucked her husband right beside him — it was a betrayal that cut deeper than Varsha’s rejection. From now on, no more morality. No more softness. Sneha would be treated exactly like the slut she had proven herself to be.

After the breakfast.. 

He walked into the kitchen where Sneha was washing utensils. Without a word, he stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply on the cheek, then on the lips — a possessive, lingering kiss that looked loving from the outside. Sneha smiled, surprised but relieved that he seemed okay.

“Have a good day,” she whispered.

Gowtham smiled back, but his eyes were cold. “You too.”
He left for the office without another word.

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At the office, Gowtham’s focus was laser-sharp.

He decided not to give Varsha any special attention. He treated her like any other trainee ,professional, distant, and efficient. He had briefly considered exposing her to the boss for her fraudulent assessment, but after last night’s betrayal from Sneha, his perspective had shifted.
Varsha at least told me the truth straight to my face. She never hid what she wanted. Sneha pretended to care while stabbing me in the back.

For the first time, he felt a strange, earned respect for Varsha. She was honest about her ambitions, even if they were ruthless. Sneha had played the loving wife while using him as a tool.

But a question of her still haunted him, What do you have? The money, the real power, he wanted not to prove Varsha but for himself.

He minimized the tender proposal window and opened a new tab. For the next few hours, he searched relentlessly — new business opportunities, startup ideas, funding options, side ventures. His dream of building something of his own — something bigger than this job — suddenly felt urgent. He wanted money. Real money.  .

Varsha noticed everything.

She had expected him to be rage-filled, sad, or at least visibly affected. Instead, he was calm, unbothered, and strangely focused. His silence was more unsettling than any outburst. She kept glancing at him, trying to read his mood, but he gave her nothing.

Rahul, meanwhile, continued trying to insert himself into Varsha’s zone, bringing her coffee, leaning close during discussions, making small jokes. Varsha responded politely, but her attention kept drifting back to Gowtham.

Rahul and Varsha went together to Submit the tender. It doesnt affect him, he just focused on his work.

The day passed in a strange, quiet tension.

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The elegant dress For wednesday night !

In the evening, after a long day at the office, Suresh surprised Sneha.


He came home earlier than usual, found her in the kitchen, and simply said, “Get ready. We’re going out.”
Sneha looked at him, slightly confused but hopeful. “Where?”
“You’ll see.”

They drove through the bustling city streets until they reached a quiet, upscale designer boutique in one of Bangalore’s most exclusive areas. The store was by invitation only — soft lighting, marble floors, and racks of luxurious fabrics that smelled of wealth and refinement. A elegant lady greeted them warmly, recognizing Suresh’s new status.

Suresh guided Sneha inside with a gentle hand on her lower back.

“Pick something elegant… but rich,” he told her quietly. “For the company party on Wednesday. You need to look like you belong there.”
Sneha’s heart fluttered. This was the first time in a long while Suresh had taken her shopping like this, not out of obligation, but with a quiet authority that felt both new and familiar.

She tried on several dresses. The one that stole the show was a deep emerald black silk gown with a subtle shimmer. It had a modest yet alluring neckline,  a soft V that hinted at her cleavage without being vulgar. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and the graceful flare of her hips. A high side slit revealed her smooth, toned leg with every step, adding a touch of sensuality. The back was tastefully low, exposing the elegant curve of her spine.

When she stepped out of the fitting room, Suresh’s breath caught.
Sneha looked gracious yet undeniably sexy.


She stood before the mirror, turning slowly. The dress made her look powerful, sophisticated, and quietly seductive. 
A perfect balance — graceful enough for high society, sexy enough to turn heads.

Suresh stared for a long moment, his eyes dark with a mix of admiration, possessiveness, and something deeper.
“You look… stunning,” he said quietly, his voice low. “This is the one.”

Sneha blushed, a rare genuine smile touching her lips. 
For a brief moment, it felt like old times — Suresh choosing something beautiful for her, looking at her like she was the only woman in the world.

The boutique lady nodded approvingly. “It fits you like it was designed for you, madam. Elegant… yet very tempting.”

Suresh paid without hesitation — the new status and privileges from the 12th floor making such expenses feel almost normal now.
As they left the boutique, Sneha held the expensive dress bag, walking close to him. The evening lights of the city reflected in her eyes.

For the first time in weeks, there was a small, quiet warmth between them.
But both knew it was fragile.

“Tomorrow’s party… we’ll meet someone important,” he said hesitantly. 
“His name is Aditya. He’s… kind of a womanizer. So be careful with your words.
Stay close to me.”


Sneha looked at him, sensing the gravity in his tone. She nodded slowly.
“I will.”

They drove home in silence

The Wednesday party was approaching — and with it, Aditya’s world, where nothing was ever simple.

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Chapter 123 - The Wolf's Gaze


Wednesday evening, 6 PM.

Suresh’s car pulled up outside their apartment. When Sneha stepped out, he had to remind himself to breathe.

She looked absolutely stunning in the deep emerald green silk gown they had chosen together. The fabric clung to her body like liquid, accentuating every curve — the full swell of her breasts, the narrow dip of her waist, and the graceful flare of her hips. The soft V-neckline offered a tasteful yet tempting view of her cleavage, while the high side slit revealed one smooth, toned leg with every step. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and minimal makeup made her natural beauty shine. She looked both gracious and dangerously seductive — a perfect balance for the elite crowd they were about to enter.

Suresh opened the car door for her, his hand resting lightly on her lower back as she slid in.
“You look… breathtaking,” he murmured.

Sneha gave him a small, nervous smile. “I hope it’s enough.”
They drove in relative silence toward the party venue — a sprawling, luxurious banquet hall located directly behind the V-Activate Group headquarters.

The moment they arrived, the difference in worlds became clear.

Heavy security lined the entrance. Multiple checkpoints. Imported cars worth crores were parked in neat rows — Lamborghinis, Rolls Royces, and custom Mercedes. When Suresh showed his black card at the gate, the guards immediately straightened and respectfully guided them through a private entry.

Sneha’s eyes widened as they stepped inside. The hall was opulent beyond imagination — crystal chandeliers, marble floors, live classical music, and tables adorned with fresh flowers and imported champagne. 

She squeezed Suresh’s arm.
“What is your real salary here?” she whispered, awe in her voice. 
“What kind of work do you actually do?”

Suresh only smiled faintly. “You’ll understand soon enough.”

Vinodhini spotted them immediately and walked over with elegant grace.

“Welcome,” she said, smiling at Sneha. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.”
Sneha blushed, feeling both flattered and slightly out of place. Even in her expensive dress, she realised she would have looked like staff compared to the other women here if Suresh hadn’t chosen this gown.

Vinodhini engaged Sneha in light conversation, giving Suresh a subtle nod. He excused himself.
“I’ll be back in a moment. Stay with Vinodhini.”

Suresh wandered through the hall, observing everything. The crowd was small and exclusive — only about 15–20 carefully selected couples and families. He moved upstairs to the second floor, where a smaller gathering was happening. He realised every floor had a guest, from different circle and he was on fourth and it was last set of people. 

From a shadowed corner, he watched Aditya to some mand and move to another person. 

He was curious to know what he was speaking.. 
Aditya’s voice carried clearly.

“Hey Bharath, buddy.... long time no see.”

Bharath smiled. “You too, Aditya

Aditya asked  I heard you took over all your father’s business.”

Bharath: “Yes… he’s aged and worried. It’s actually in my wife’s name now. He wanted me to take care of it.”
Aditya chuckled. “Oh, I see. I even heard you got recently married and your wife already has a child.”

Aditya then looked at a women near him and said apologies madam i didnt notice Mrs. Bharath is here. 

Bharath corrected him smoothly. “She is not my wife. 
She is my friend.
Her name is Mirna.”


Aditya’s eyes moved to the elegant woman standing beside Bharath. “Ohh… Mirna. 
He quickly dragged him by holding his hand, he came dangerously close to place where Suresh was standing. 

She looks cute and sexy. And you call her just a friend? What’s the game, man?”
Bharath laughed nervously. “It’s a long story. We indeed been in a sexual relationship once.. to cut short it ... She’s my business partner’s wife, i mean Vikram's wife.”

Aditya raised an eyebrow. 

“Vikram? 
That dark network fellow who made everyone believe he runs an electronics shop? 
You had a relationship with a dangerous man's wife? 
Does he know?”

Bharath nodded. “Yes, he knows. 

How did you survived man?

Bharath said thats a long story, Now, He’s on a trip. 
She felt bored, so I brought her. 
I didn’t want to look single in front of our friends.”

Aditya clapped him on the back. “Man, you are unbelievable.”

then he lowered his voice conspiratorially.


“You know the rule for tonight’s inner circle introduction, right? Each man has to bring his partner and make her suck his cock as a symbolic ‘submission’ to the group. It’s how we test loyalty and trust.”


Bharath sighed. “My wife Manya doesn’t support this kind of thing. And she and i have a problem.. So i could not call her. But this social meet is important for business, so I asked Mirna and here she is..  i don't think i would make her do that.. i even hesitate to ask..  Adita said dont worry, i would make one of our friends wife to speak with her.. happy?."


Suresh’s heart pounded as he listened from the shadows. This was the real face of Aditya’s world — power, secrets, and casual control over other men’s wives.

A Waiter came with drinks in his hands. Crossing him.. he looked at him strangely.

He slipped away before he could be noticed and returned to the main hall.

A little while later, he watched as Bharath and Mirna prepared to leave. Bharath had his arm wrapped possessively around Mirna’s waist, his hand resting low on her hip.

They walked out like a couple deeply in love — laughing softly, bodies pressed close, completely comfortable in each other’s touch. Anyone watching would have assumed they were married or in a serious affair.

Exactly one hour later, Aditya finally made his entrance.


The entire room seemed to shift when he walked in. Tall, powerfully built, radiating raw charisma. His eyes scanned the crowd like a predator assessing his territory.

Then his gaze landed on Sneha.

Suresh’s heart skipped a beat. He knew that look instantly, the wolf’s gaze. Hungry. Calculating. Possessive.

Aditya smiled slowly, his eyes never leaving Sneha as he began walking toward them.

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Next next heygi

Nextu Restu, Good Night

[heygiwriter]

Read all the comments, surprised to know, a lot people had a different expectations, I'm happy in a way, the characters got into people and it fits own narrative in your mind. 

Still no one is close to what i have been creating a world for each one of them. 

Keep reading keep surprised. 

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WAIT A MINUTE WHO ARE YOU.....


MIRNAA and BHARATH MEETING ADITYA..???

VIKRAMS WIFE MIRNA?


Author is bringing avenger kind of multiverse here.



MIRNA is my favorite character .. in that story she is finally happy living with Vikram right with kids. 

Why is she roaming here with Bharath.. and she is ready for Dick SUCK..

OH no... 


I can feel author is someone who is trying his chance in movies and didn't get it so far. 


im a biased fellow i always wanted Mirna to enjoy as much as she can with Bharath.. if possible in a story of them here, probably she is enjoying sex with Bharath like before.

Just a fun try ...

I wanted to deliver a hint like there is such thing exist in Aditya world. I don't want to throw it like random feed.. I don't want to throw that information through Vinodhini.. 

So thought it said through some interesting event and Suresh get a glimpse of it?

What if i can do it through characters like a cameo from my another story.. 

So tried connecting fun + purpose. 




Regarding your request.

Bharath and Mirna will be back here again : . But sex.. im not sure. 

but i always personally felt, They shared great chemistry and sex as a sexual partners. let them have little fun in other world. 

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Awesome story bro. Your writing is always the best. But bro, if the characters in the story grow too much, the story will become too long, it will take a long time to put it together again. This story has come a long way bro, it has a nice ending, I'm not talking about finishing it now, I'm just talking about how long it takes. Is there another new story, I'm very excited about it. I'm looking forward to when you start it. Best wishes always bro.

The story started as a short story, then few ideas came in, the characters and situations kept it going forward. Now an arc is getting completed in few more episodes, but it will lead to another arc. Which would take long track.. So once the Arc One completed it will Name it as 'I' & once second arc started it will name it as "II" with that story will complete with some hard lessons.

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Wow ! This was amazing! I love your creativity. Bring back the character that is most beautifully written and is most loved .. Mirna is a master stroke. Huge fan of Mirna .. Can't wait see how the character unravels. (It's not the same but the aura & vibe hits different). With Mr.Heygi it's always expect the unexpected. Like no one saw this coming. Henceforth the colossal success. It's the way you write and narrate makes any story compelling & riveting. You are a master story-weaver. Thank you for an absolute surreal reading experience.

Mirna will comeback here.. right now she just had a little role, but it will be hotter. lets see if she can join here in future :)

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Chapter 124 - Aditya hosting Suresh and Sneha 

Aditya’s entrance shifted the entire atmosphere of the hall. The moment he stepped in, heads turned. Tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating that effortless, almost dangerous confidence, he moved like he owned every inch of the place. His eyes swept the room with calm authority — until they landed on Sneha.

Suresh felt it instantly. That look. It wasn’t just appreciation. It was hungry. Invasive. Like Aditya was already undressing her in his mind, imagining exactly how she would look beneath that emerald green dress. His gaze lingered a fraction too long on her neckline, her waist, the curve of her hips. A slow, deliberate invasion. Suresh’s jaw tightened.

Aditya approached with a polished smile, extending his hand.

“Suresh, good to see you,” he said warmly, gripping Suresh’s hand in a firm, dominant shake. “Glad you could make it.”
Then he turned to Sneha. His expression softened just enough to appear charming, but Suresh caught the glint in his eyes.

“And this must be Sneha,” Aditya said smoothly. “Pleasure to meet you.” He gave her a quick but appreciative nod, his eyes tracing her figure for the briefest second. “That emerald green looks lovely on you. Nice choice. It really suits your complexion.”
Sneha smiled politely. “Thank you.”

Suresh forced a smile, but inside, his stomach was already churning. He could see the way Aditya’s gaze kept drifting back to her — not blatantly, but with clear intent. Like a predator patiently circling.

he kept the conversation light and professional, mostly directed at Suresh.

“So tell me, Suresh,” he said casually while gesturing toward the elegantly decorated space, “what do you think of the new expansion plans? We’re pushing hard into the Southeast Asian markets next quarter. Im expecting more new products, more talents.. Hope you all “The Hands” can help me? International tie-ups are going to open up massive opportunities. The company rewards loyalty very well — especially for those who know how to stay discreet and deliver results.” Hope Vinodhini explains a lot more than i have to say now?

Suresh nodded, trying to focus. “Yes She explained.. I’m looking forward to contributing.”

Aditya smiled, but his eyes flicked toward Sneha again. “Good. I like that attitude.” 
Your boss had kept a lot of good for you.. I'm sure your new role here will feed you better. 

He turned to her with a charming half-smile. “How are you finding the evening so far, Sneha? Not too boring with all this business talk, I hope?”


Sneha replied gracefully, “It’s lovely. The venue is stunning.”

Aditya chuckled softly. “I’m glad. These events can be a bit dry, but having the right company makes all the difference.” His tone was still polite, yet there was an unmistakable eagerness underneath — the way his voice dipped slightly when he spoke to her, the subtle way he stepped closer whenever she answered.

He continued walking with them, pointing out details of the hall, which had a lot of inventions displayed on LED.., sharing more about upcoming projects, but every few sentences he would pull Sneha back in with a light, harmless question:

“Do you enjoy these kinds of events?”
“Have you traveled abroad with Suresh much?”
“What do you do to unwind after a long week?”

Each time, his eyes would linger on her lips, her collarbone, the way the dress moved with her body. Suresh noticed everything. The way Aditya’s gaze would trace the neckline of her dress for half a second longer than necessary. The faint, hungry glint that appeared whenever she smiled. It wasn’t overt. It was calculated. Dangerous.

Suresh stayed close to Sneha, his hand occasionally brushing her lower back, but it felt useless. Aditya’s presence was overwhelming — masculine, powerful, and clearly interested. Every polite word he spoke to her carried an undercurrent of something darker. Like he was already imagining claiming her.

And the worst part?
Suresh could see that Sneha, despite her polite smiles and measured responses, was not entirely unaffected.  

Suresh’s heart pounded with a sickening mix of jealousy, unease… and a twisted, unwanted thrill he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Aditya was playing the perfect host for now.

“You know, Suresh,” Aditya said smoothly, his voice rich with authority, “in this world, patience and discretion are everything. But a man also needs vision. Power. The kind that opens doors most people never even see.” His eyes flicked to Sneha again, drinking her in. “And a woman like your wife… she deserves to be seen in the right light. That emerald green clings to you like it was made for your body, Sneha. The way it catches the light when you move — it’s hypnotic.”

Sneha’s cheeks warmed. “You’re too kind, Aditya.”

“Not kind. Honest.” He leaned in slightly as they walked, voice dropping just enough for her to feel the intimacy. “Tell me, do you enjoy these kinds of evenings? The glamour… the danger of powerful men circling?” His smile was wolfish. “Or does Suresh keep you locked away in domestic bliss?”

Suresh forced a laugh, but it came out strained. Aditya was putting on a masterclass — flaunting his wealth, his effortless dominance, all while making Sneha the center of his universe. Every compliment was a subtle jab, every lingering glance a claim. Suresh’s pulse hammered with a toxic mix of jealousy and something darker, hotter, that he didn’t want to name.

Aditya then insisted on showing them his “real” workspace. The elevator dropped them at the fifth floor of the adjacent private building. The doors opened into what looked less like an office and more like a luxurious penthouse suite — dark wood, leather, floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the city lights, a massive minimalist desk, and a separate lounge area with low, inviting sofas. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and aged whiskey.

Suresh’s mind spun. He doesn’t even have a proper office on the 12th floor of the main building. This… this is where he brings them. The thought hit like a punch. Images flashed unbidden — Aditya bending women over that desk, taking them on those sofas, the city glittering indifferently below while he claimed what he wanted.

Aditya gestured proudly. “This is where the real decisions happen. Away from prying eyes.” His gaze locked on Sneha again. “Quiet. Private. Perfect for… deep conversations.”

Before Suresh could dwell on it, Vinodhini appeared, apologetic but polished. “Aditya, the Dubai delegation just landed early. They’re on their way. I’m so sorry — the momentum for the gift presentation is ruined.”

Aditya’s jaw tightened in calculated irritation. “How could this happen at this exact moment?” He exhaled, then waved a hand. “Fine. Fix it. Take Suresh with you — let him meet the partners. This is a golden opportunity for him. Go on, Suresh. Help fix her.

The elevator doors slid shut. Suresh’s last glimpse was Aditya standing close to Sneha, that reassuring hand still on his shoulder now feeling like a final, mocking pat.

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Expecting 4-5 update today with lots of steamy sex session with hot gif, I am big fan of your stories and every after 5 minute checking for the updates

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Chapter 125 -  Flirt and loyalty ..


Aditya waited until the soft hum of the elevator disappeared completely. Then he turned to Sneha with a warm, disarming smile — completely different from the raw hunger Suresh had sensed earlier.

“Relax,” he said gently, his voice smooth and reassuring. “You look a little tense. Can I get you something to drink? Wine? Champagne? Or maybe just water or juice if you prefer?”

Sneha gave a small, polite smile and shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you.”
Aditya nodded and gestured toward the elegant lounge area of his private office. 

“Come, let’s sit. No pressure. I promised your husband we’d just talk.” He led her to the long leather sofa, keeping a respectful distance at first, then sat across from her so she wouldn’t feel cornered.

For the first couple of minutes, he kept the conversation light and comfortable — asking about her day, how she was finding the city, even sharing a harmless funny story about a disastrous business dinner. His tone was friendly, almost protective.

Sneha slowly relaxed. Maybe Suresh was exaggerating, she thought. He did warn me Aditya is a known womanizer… but he seems like a perfect gentleman right now.

Aditya smiled, watching her carefully. “You know, Sneha… you really do light up the room. That emerald dress was a bold choice. Not many women can pull it off so elegantly.” His compliment was warm, sincere-sounding. “It brings out something special in you.”

Sneha felt a small flutter but kept her voice steady. 
Thank you. It may be because of the dress and its elegance”

Aditya chuckled softly, leaning forward a little. “It’s never just a dress on a woman like you.” His eyes held hers a second longer.
“Tell me honestly — does Suresh tell you every day how stunning you are? Because if he doesn’t… that’s almost criminal.”
The flirting had begun — slow, wrapped in concern. 

Sneha smiled carefully and looked away. “He does like every good husband.”

“I’m sure he is,” Aditya said, his voice dropping just a touch. “But sometimes a woman needs more than ‘good.’ She needs to feel desired. Wanted. Craved.” He paused, then added with a teasing smile, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“A little,” Sneha admitted honestly, remembering Suresh’s repeated warnings: “Aditya is dangerous. He sleeps with every beautiful woman he meets. Don’t let him charm you.” She gently shifted the topic. “Shouldn’t we talk about something else?”
Aditya respected the boundary for a moment, nodding.


He said, "I always wanted to be a conversation professional, Sneha.” 
But you are beautiful and I can't help asking you some nonsense question..

He simply looked up at her with a small, knowing smile — patient and slightly amused.
“I understand,” he said softly. It's good, the conversation actually gave me a good impression about you.. “You’re loyal. 

That’s rare… and very appealing.” 
His eyes traced her figure one last time, slow and deliberate, before he looked away respectfully.  

“Now we are almost family,” he continued. 
“Your husband is one of my Hands.
 If there is something you need or if there is some issue, you can reach me directly.”
 
Sneha smoothly responded, “Sure, I will let you know through Suresh.”


Aditya looked like he understood something deeper. 
He stood up smoothly and checked his phone. 
“Excuse me for a minute. I have to take this call.”

Aditya walked toward the far end of the office, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, and answered the call in a low, professional voice, his back partially turned.

Sneha exhaled shakily and moved to a quiet corner of the lounge, sitting alone on a smaller sofa. Her heart was still beating faster than normal. She felt unsettled… but also strangely aware of the tension lingering in the air. She folded her hands tightly in her lap, reminding herself again of Suresh’s words.


A few minutes later, the elevator doors opened.

Suresh stepped out with Vinodhini. His eyes immediately scanned the room and found Sneha sitting by herself in the corner, looking composed but slightly flushed. Aditya was standing away near the windows, still on his phone, his back partially turned to them.

Suresh’s stomach tightened.
He walked straight to Sneha.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, searching her face.
Sneha nodded, giving him a small smile. “I’m fine.”

But Suresh could tell something had happened in those minutes he left. 
The air still felt thick. And the way Aditya had looked at her earlier kept replaying in his mind.

Aditya finally ended his call and turned around with a smooth, innocent smile, as if nothing had occurred.
huh… Suresh. Welcome back…

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Chapter 126 - Parallel Paths


It was 9.20 PM. The moment Aditya Saw Suresh 
He said..


“Ah, Suresh! Welcome back. Let me show you both my private mini theatre, and then we can join the others for dinner. The guests are waiting, but they can wait a little longer.”



Sneha quietly asked, “I wanted to ask this… you spent quite a long time with us. There are still 10-15 people waiting out there.”

Aditya smiled smoothly. “They’ve seen these places many times. Suresh is new here, so I wanted to give him the full experience.”

As they walked, Aditya proudly showed them his majestic private mini theatre — a luxurious, intimate space with plush seating, a massive screen, and state-of-the-art sound system.

When they returned to the main hall, Suresh noticed Sneha speaking with someone on Phone.

The party was winding down by 10:30 PM.

Suresh glanced at his watch and leaned toward Sneha. 
“It’s getting late. We should leave.”
Sneha nodded, visibly relieved. The evening had been overwhelming — the luxury, the subtle power plays, and Aditya’s lingering attention had left her drained.

Suresh found Aditya briefly to say goodbye. 
Aditya gave him a knowing smile, his eyes flicking once more toward Sneha.

“Take care of her, Suresh,” he said smoothly. 
“A woman like that deserves the best.”

Suresh forced a polite nod, took Sneha’s hand, and guided her out.
The drive home was quiet. Sneha stared out the window, lost in thought, while Suresh’s mind replayed every moment Aditya had looked at his wife.

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Same night a few hours back …



Gowtham was driving his bike home, his mind heavy with processing.

He had spent the entire day in a different kind of storm. 
He had barely slept the previous night, just like Monday. 
Varsha’s harsh rejection and Sneha’s calculated betrayal kept echoing in his head.

But instead of breaking him completely, it had ignited something dangerous — a burning ambition.

He spent hours at his desk, researching startups, investment opportunities, side businesses, and ways to scale his income rapidly. He studied successful entrepreneurs, funding models, and even dark web whispers about quick-rich schemes. His dream of becoming a powerful, wealthy man — someone who could silence women like Varsha with his status — consumed him.

By evening, he felt a strange sense of gratitude toward her.
She opened my eyes. 
She showed me I was nothing. 
Now I’ll become everything.

He decided he would prove himself. Not just to Varsha, but to the world.

When he finally reached home around 9:40 PM, the apartment was strangely quiet. The door to Suresh’s house was locked. 
No lights. No sign of Sneha.
He called her.

Sneha answered after a few rings. “We’re at Suresh’s company gathering. It’s running late. We’ll be back after some time. Buy some food outside and sleep at your place she said.”

Gowtham muttered a dull “okay” and hung up.

He took a long, hot bath, trying to wash away the frustration and rejection. When he came out, he sat on his bed and opened his phone. 


His mind was not ready to chase Sneha tonight. 
He had been in too much turmoil, so he decided to use this chance as a break to come back stronger.



Last night he had deliberately slept in his own house, not going to Sneha’s place, so he could buy some time and plan his next moves. But his mind was still not clear.

Today, something had shifted. The new opportunities he had been researching gave him a clear path and vision.

He had already decided to give up on Varsha. The only pending matter was Sneha and her trick on him.


One part of his mind still wanted to lure Sneha back — to use his charm, to make her crave him again, to reclaim the control he had lost. The other part screamed to focus only on growth and power.

He smirked to himself.

Why choose just one? I can do both in parallel.

He trusted his charm completely. He didn’t know that Sneha had already denied a far more dangerous and powerful charmer that very night.

With cold determination, he started deleting evidence — old contact details, WhatsApp chats with shady numbers, transaction records, anything that could link him to the kidnapping of Suresh at the hill station.

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Now it will be interesting to know what type of conversation Suresh and Sneha will have.




I was not expecting loyalty from Sneha. I was expecting some action between Aaditya and Sneha. What about dick sucking for submission?


This important questions remains unanswered.

I was wrong. But I think this loyalty is temporary.

Looking for fir next update.

No scene has been kept unwanted

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Chapter 126 - Truth on the Bed - Couple Reconcile  


The house was wrapped in deep silence when they finally stepped inside, well past midnight. Only the soft click of the master bedroom door echoed behind them as Suresh locked it. Sneha’s emerald gown still shimmered under the dim bedside lamp, hugging her curves like a second skin. She let out a long, tired breath and pressed a hand to her chest.

“Ugh… I ate way too much,” she murmured, half-laughing, half-groaning. 
“The acidity is already kicking in. Heartburn’s going to keep me up for hours.”

Suresh loosened his tie and gave a small, sympathetic smile. “Same here. Those fancy restaurants look amazing from the outside, but the food sits like lead. I don’t think either of us is sleeping anytime soon.”

Sneha chuckled softly, the sound warm in the quiet room. “Looks like we’re both stuck awake then.” She glanced down at her gown. “Okay, first things first — I need to get out of this dress. It feels too formal now, like I’m still performing for the evening.”
While she slipped into the bathroom, Suresh changed into his simple black t-shirt and cotton pyjamas. When she returned, wearing a soft satin nighty the colour of moonlight, something in the air had shifted. The tension that used to live between them felt different tonight — heavier, but no longer icy.

They climbed into bed together. The same bed where their marriage had once shattered. Tonight, instead of keeping distance, they turned to face each other. Close. Close enough that their knees brushed and their breaths mingled in the small space between them.

Suresh looking at her, he wanted to ask something but he could not bring it up.
Sneha searched his eyes. 

She knew it, Suresh was struggling to ask something…
“Tell me… What is it, why are you struggling to speak up ?”

Suresh hesitated, his fingers tracing a gentle pattern on the sheet between them. His voice came out low, almost hesitant.
“I hope you won’t feel bad if I ask this… but I need to know.”
“Go ahead,” she whispered.

He swallowed. “Today… when I left you alone with Aditya… did something happen between you two?” His eyes darkened with memory. “I saw the way he looked at you, Sneha. We knew about him.. It terrified me. 

Tell me what really happened while I was gone.”

Sneha’s expression softened. She reached out and touched his arm. “Nothing happened like you need to be worried. I promise. But… there was something.” She took a slow breath. 

“Thanks to everything you warned me about before, I stayed on guard. 
But I won’t lie to you.”

Can you tell me fully? Suresh asked. 

Sneha took a deep breath and recounted everything — Aditya’s charm, his compliments, the subtle flirting, the way he made her feel both desired and uneasy. She didn’t hide the flutter she felt, nor the warning bells in her mind.

“He’s dangerous, Suresh,” she whispered.
“He has this power… it’s intoxicating. 
But I kept remembering your words.
I kept my guard up.”

Suresh listened in silence, his hand sliding to rest gently on her waist, thumb stroking softly over the satin. When she finished, he pulled her a little closer, their foreheads almost touching.

“I’m sorry I left you with him,” he said, voice thick. 
“But I’m so proud of you, baby. You chose us. You stayed strong.”

A small, tender silence stretched between them. Then Suresh started to say something, he started like ‘gowtham’... and then stopped, and looked away.

Sneha tilted her head. “What were you going to say? It sounded like ‘Like Gowtham…’ and then you stopped.”


He exhaled heavily, clearly uncomfortable. “Even if this offends you… I need to get this off my chest.” He met her eyes. “Aditya is more charming, more manly, richer — his whole world is something we could never touch. After everything we’ve been through… with Gowtham still in the picture… I kept thinking, if you couldn’t fully let go of Gowtham, what would stop you from falling for someone like Aditya? Someone even more powerful.”

He gave a small, pained smile. “But you rejected him. You really did. So I keep wondering… what magic did Gowtham weave on you that you couldn’t do the same with him?”

Sneha let out a soft, surprised laugh, but her eyes were full of regret. 
She cupped his cheek.
“You were really worried about Gowtham?”

She shifted closer, her voice gentle but honest.

 “Suresh, I know I hurt you so deeply. I defended Gowtham when you first doubted him. I chose his comfort over your pain. I was blind… and stupidly overconfident. All of it was due to my overconfidence. I thought I could control everything because I’m almost eight years older than him. I told myself you wouldn’t really get hurt, that you even liked it a little, that I could pull the strings anytime I wanted.”

She paused, tracing his jaw with her thumb. 
“The truth is… Gowtham felt safe to me. Controllable. If things went wrong, I believed I could handle him. 

But Aditya? He’s not someone we can control. He has real power — money, influence, that dangerous charisma. We know how Gowtham had tricked you into fantasy.. Imagine what Aditya would do for his range..It's better to stay away from him.  If I ever slipped with him, he wouldn’t just charm me… he’d own me. And I won’t risk our marriage for that. Not ever.”

Her tone turned playful for a second as she poked his chest. “I’m content with what I have. My sweet husband… and if my husband ever feels a little boring,” she teased with a mischievous smile, “I still have my lover Gowtham. You two are more than enough for me.”


Suresh faked a scowl. “Still can’t let go of him, huh?”

“I was joking!” Sneha laughed, the sound bright and genuine, as she threw her arms around him and hugged him tighter, burying her face in his chest for a moment. But when she pulled back, her expression turned serious again.

“Seriously though… We still need to find the truth about the kidnapping. I have to stay in his circle a little longer, without alerting him.” She bit her lip, her fingers tracing small circles on his shoulder. “That means… I’ll have to keep a sexual relationship with him for some time. But the moment we get what we need — the proof, the answers — I promise you, Suresh. I’ll cut everything off with Gowtham. Completely. Even if the truth is not what you believe. I'm doing it for us.”

Suresh understands her deep emotion.. It looked like she had unsaid turmoil running inside her all these days. 
What happened? Sneha?
She didnt answer, she just tightened her hug..

She pressed her forehead to his, her voice cracking with raw emotion. “Ever since you said the word ‘divorce’… I’ve been terrified. I don’t know if you were serious or just trying to scare me, but the thought of losing you… I can’t even imagine my life without you.”

Sneha swallowed hard, her eyes glistening. “Yes, I liked the sex with Gowtham. I won’t lie to you about that. But it was never about emotional attachment. I’ve been trying to figure out where we went wrong.

I was confused when you maintained a distance. When i look back it was you.. you started pushing me toward him because of your erection issues… I honestly thought you were okay with it. I thought it was something we were doing together. But soon I overstepped, Not because I was falling for him — because I wanted it. Because it felt good.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “But the moment I sensed you were getting dissatisfied, I tried to pull back. Somehow… I kept ending up in bed with him anyway. I’m so sorry.”

She took a shaky breath. “I’m glad you warned me with that divorce talk. And that you finally told me how he tricked you into the cuckold thing. Otherwise, I admit… I might not have stopped. I may sound shameless saying that, Suresh, but who else can I be this honest with? You’re the only one I have.”

She let out a deep sigh, her hand resting over his heart. “Once I realised he had tricked you… I wanted to give him the same medicine. That’s why I turned him into a cuckold. Did you see even a trace of sympathy or real feelings from me toward him? No. It was always you.

In my heart, in my mind — it’s only ever been you.

To me Gowtham is just a sexual toy for my pleasure.. It's just that he happened to be a human. Does this sound clear to you?
Her eyes searched for him desperately. “So please… even as a joke, don’t ever bring up divorce again.

Promise me. Whatever problems we have, we’ll talk, we’ll fight, we’ll fix them together. Just promise me honestly, okay?”
Suresh searched her face for a long moment, his own eyes heavy with emotion. Then he spoke, his voice thick and quiet.

“I wasn’t joking.” Sneha…

It's true that I was planning to divorce you,” he admitted. 
Sneha's body went still, she couldn’t react.

He rose from the bed, walked over to the side table, and picked up his phone. He opened the messages and handed them to her. The screen showed a long thread with his lawyer — dates, discussions about evidence, division of assets, everything.
Sneha’s eyes widened. Tears flooded her eyes instantly.

“How long have you been planning this?” Her voice trembled.
 “Is that why you moved to the guest room? Why did you pull away from me?”


Sneha instantly reacts, No way  I can't lose you.. See Sneha wiped her tears roughly. 
“Then let’s use this moment to clear every misunderstanding between us. 
I’m serious, Suresh. I want this. Whatever issues you have with me, tell me. I’ll clear it..
 Let's fix this between us.

Let me begin… She sat up straighter, her voice gaining strength even through the tears.
 
Tell me clearly — what was your real issue? At what point did you decide you’d divorce me? Was it the sex? No it can't be… Because I’ve done wilder things before. Have you forgotten how I flirted with your old manager? We stopped the second he crossed the line. Or that time you made me stand naked in front of the delivery guy? I’ve said it so many times — Gowtham was just like them. Everything happened because you wanted it. Gowtham is just a tool. Part of our kink, our fantasy. You dragged me into this lifestyle… and then you tried to divorce me for it?”

Suresh shook his head. “No. It wasn’t just the sex.

I decided to divorce you the day I realised you sided with him, behind my back, when I was trying to set rules.
That felt like betrayal, Sneha. Real betrayal. After that, the constant rule-breaking, your non-stop sex was like toppings, worst of all when you both made me a cuckold… I thought you had become unreasonable. That you couldn’t come back from it. I decided I had to live for myself.”

The words hit her hard. In a surge of anger and pain, Sneha slapped his chest — not hard enough to hurt, but sharp with emotion. “How dare you try to divorce me without even asking me straight to my face?! I would have ended things with him that very second if you had just talked to me! I would have clarified instantly”

Suresh caught her hand gently and wiped the fresh tears from her cheeks with his thumb. 


“Calm down… I said I had planned it. Past tense.” I changed my mind last  Monday.
He pulled her closer, his voice softening. “Last Monday night happened — when you actually bit his penis in anger, ready to destroy him because you thought he might have kidnapped me. That’s when I realised I was still in your heart. And tonight… watching you guard yourself against Aditya, choosing us even when it would’ve been so easy to slip… I knew I couldn’t leave you.”

He cupped her face with both hands, looking straight into her tear-filled eyes. “Let’s face this together. No more judging. No more running away.”

Suresh took a deep breath, his forehead resting against hers.

“I’m dropping the idea of divorce. For good. We’ll fight this together, the truth, Gowtham, Aditya, everything.”

Sneha’s breath hitched. A fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks, but this time they carried relief. She pressed her forehead firmly to his, then tilted her head and kissed him — slow, deep, and full of trembling love. Her hands clutched his t-shirt as if afraid he might vanish.

When she finally pulled back just enough to breathe, she whispered against his lips, “I love you, Suresh. Only you. Always.”
They stayed locked in that embrace for a long moment, letting the silence wrap around them like a warm blanket. Eventually, Sneha drew back slightly, her fingers gently stroking his cheek.

“So… what’s next?” she asked softly, her voice still thick with emotion. 
“ we just… live our life peacefully, Suresh said. 

He continued
I’m so sorry, I should have spoken to you clearly from the beginning. 
This is my mistake. 
Things would have been so much better if we had just communicated properly instead of assuming and hurting each other.”

Suresh nodded, his thumb brushing away the last of her tears. “We both made mistakes. But we’re here now.”
Sneha hesitated, then asked the question that still lingered between them. “What about Gowtham?” Her eyes searched for him carefully. “Will you look at me badly if I go near him again? You’ve already gone through so much pain because of him… How can I just leave him hanging?  All of it needed an answer.

Suresh stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking. Then he spoke calmly, his hand resting on her waist.
“If you want sex with him, you don’t need any big reason,” he said gently. “Just inform me ahead of time. That’s all. Just don’t play games or hide things from me.”

Sneha bit his ears.. Suresh shouted in pain. Idiot, this is how you read my message.  I was not asking about having a pleasure with him.  I really want to trick him and get the proof we need about the kidnapping. Im asking about that part.


Suresh gave a small nod. “Go ahead. I won’t be an obstacle for that. Do what you need to do to get the truth. I’l have my own way. 

I’m telling you this in general — for the future, once everything is over. If you ever want anything sexually, just be open with me. No secrets. I won't think bad. That's how we have been once. 

Sneha let out a long, relieved breath and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Thank you,” she whispered. 
Suresh wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed the top of her head. “We’re in this together now. No more running away. No more silent pain. Whatever comes — the investigation, Gowtham, Aditya, or our own mess — we face it as a team.”

A soft, hopeful silence settled over them. Sneha smiled against his chest. 
“I think the acidity is gone now,” she murmured playfully.

Suresh chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with a warmth she hadn’t seen in a long time. “Good. Because I don’t want to sleep either.” He brushed his lips against hers, slow and tender. “I just want to make love to my wife tonight… slowly, like we used to.”
Sneha’s heart swelled. She melted into his kiss, her fingers sliding into his hair as their mouths moved together with deep, unhurried passion. 

Every touch felt like a promise renewed. Suresh caressed her body with reverence, sliding the satin nighty off her shoulders and kissing every inch of skin he uncovered — her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her breasts — whispering between kisses how beautiful she was, how much he loved her, how grateful he was that she was still his. Their bodies came together naturally, skin against skin, moving in a gentle rhythm filled with soft moans, loving eye contact, and quiet laughter when their foreheads bumped. It wasn’t just sex; it was healing. Every thrust was slow and deep, every caress spoke of forgiveness and longing. Sneha wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, tears of joy slipping from her eyes as she moaned his name like a prayer.

They reached their peak together, trembling in each other’s arms, clinging tightly as waves of pleasure washed over them. In the glowing aftermath, Suresh stayed buried inside her, holding her close while their heartbeats synced. He kissed her damp forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips, murmuring over and over, “I love you… only you… forever.” Sneha smiled through happy tears, tracing lazy patterns on his back. “I’m yours, completely,” she whispered back, her voice full of peace and love.

They stayed like that, tangled in each other’s arms, whispering small promises and gentle reassurances until the early hours of the morning — two broken hearts slowly mending, wrapped in the warmth of renewed love and quiet hope for the future.

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Chapter 127 - Gowtham's Morning Test

The morning followed its usual rhythm, sunlight slowly creeping across the apartment floors. Gowtham woke up with a sharp, restless energy burning inside him. After days of emotional turmoil, Varsha’s brutal rejection, Sneha’s calculated distance, and the growing suspicion that both husband and wife were quietly investigating him, he had reached a cold decision.


He would get Sneha back under his control.

He wasn’t sure exactly how much they knew — whether they had connected the dots about the hill station trip, the money transfers, or the cake order — but he refused to panic. Instead, he chose to play along, act normal, and slowly tighten his grip again. The best way to win was to make them believe everything was still the same old game.

Determined to start the day strong, Gowtham woke up earlier than usual. He spent the first hour researching business proposals on his laptop, printing out several promising startup ideas and funding models. An old friend from his previous company was planning to launch a new venture and had asked Gowtham to join as a co-founder. For the first time in weeks, Gowtham felt a real sense of purpose — a fresh start, financial independence, and the power he craved. He wanted to prove to himself  and eventually to Varsha, that he could rise far beyond what anyone thought.

Dressed in a crisp shirt and trousers, he gathered the printouts, slid them into his laptop bag, and walked over to Suresh’s house. His mind was already two steps ahead: observe Sneha’s behavior, test her boundaries, and slowly pull her back into his zone.

As he stepped inside, the familiar smell of breakfast greeted him. Sneha was in the kitchen, looking fresh and radiant in a simple cotton saree, her face carrying a soft glow he hadn’t seen in days. That brightness only fueled the hunger inside him.

He wanted to fuck her right there.
But he held back. This morning was about testing, not rushing.

He placed his things on the dining table and walked straight into the kitchen without hesitation.

Sneha was at the counter, arranging breakfast. Gowtham came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against his chest. Before she could react, he turned her slightly and kissed her deeply on the lips — a hungry, possessive kiss that lasted a full second.
Sneha pulled back, eyes wide. “Suresh is here,” she whispered urgently. “How many times i would say not here only in Bedroom.”

“I know,” Gowtham murmured, his voice low and teasing, lips brushing her ear. “I missed you these past days. When can we?”

Sneha’s breath caught.
 She hadn’t yet spoken to Suresh about continuing the physical side. 
“Soon,” she replied softly, trying to sound normal.

Gowtham smirked, clearly testing her. “I will buy a new bedsheet for master bedroom, lets do it under new mattress.”
“No,” she said firmly but quietly. “Guest room. lets go there?”
Why?

Suresh dont feel comfortable in Guest Room.
Even for a day? 
Yes, she said.

He didn’t push further. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her again — slower this time, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass over her saree. Sneha let it happen for a moment before gently pushing him back.

“I’m hungry,” he said casually, stepping away. “Give me something quick. I have to meet an old friend about a new startup.”

Startup Sneha asked?
Just a try, i need to raise above the bar Sneha.. 

Congratulations and best wishes, Sneha said and she quickly placed two idlis on a plate with chutney and sambar. 

Gowtham started eating standing up, still watching her with dark, calculating eyes.


A few minutes later, Suresh walked out of the guest room, fully dressed for the office. He sat down at the dining table, expecting breakfast. His eyes immediately fell on the thick stack of proposal printouts Gowtham had left behind — detailed documents about software products, funding models, and startup projections. Suresh’s gaze lingered on them for a moment, a quiet curiosity stirring in his mind.

Then he heard it.

A soft, unmistakable “hmm… mmm…” drifting from the kitchen.
Suresh glanced toward the doorway.

Gowtham had pulled Sneha close again. One of his hands cupped the back of her head possessively while he kissed her deeply, hungrily — their lips moving together with clear passion. Sneha’s hands rested on his chest, fingers lightly gripping his shirt. She wasn’t pushing him away, but she wasn’t fully melting into him either. It was somewhere in between — reluctant acceptance mixed with the familiar pull of habit.


Suresh turned his face away immediately, jaw tight. He stared at the table instead, breathing steadily through his nose.


Minutes later, Gowtham wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, picked up his laptop bag and files, and headed toward the door with a casual, “See you later.”


The front door clicked shut.

Sneha emerged from the kitchen looking slightly flushed, her lips a little swollen, a faint redness on her neck where Gowtham’s stubble had brushed her skin. She placed a plate of hot idlis and chutney in front of Suresh, then sat down beside him.

Her voice came out low and apologetic.

“Gowtham wants a session with me,” Sneha said quietly, her eyes fixed on the table. 
“I told him we’ll do it in the guest room. 
I hope that’s okay… I'm Sorry, 
I didn’t get a chance to discuss it with you properly.”


Suresh picked up a piece of idli, dipping it slowly in the chutney. 
A mischievous little smile tugged at his lips.

“Okay, Detective Madam,”
he teased lightly. “Planning secret missions already?”

Sneha’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink.
She gave a timid, shy smile and looked down, clearly embarrassed.

Suresh chuckled, his voice warm and playful.
Madam, why are you suddenly feeling shy? as if like sex between you two are something very new!!”

She playfully slapped his hand. “Stop it! Why are you teasing me"?
Suresh: See your skin looks pale, Too much Shyness.. , 
He laughed a bit then asked
Where was my bold wife, who bite Mr. Gowtham's Dick?.

Sneha controlled her laugh.. she looked down and continued I don’t know… 
after what all we discussed, this time it just feels different.”



Suresh let out a low, amused laugh, clearly enjoying teasing her. 

“Madam, don’t lose your focus now,” he said, his tone playful but pointed. 
“At this rate, I fear you’ll forget your actual goal.”


He leaned back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I’m already imagining it — next morning I knock on your door and ask, ‘Did you find the truth?’ 
And you’ll look at me all innocent and say, ‘I found it different… new…the sex with him, as a reason i forget to track the truth’

Oh no…”

He laughed heavily. 

Sneha couldn’t help but laugh along with him, though a trace of guilt still lingered in her eyes. 

She bit her lip, her expression turning a bit more serious.

“I’m sorry about the kitchen,” she said softly. “I tried to stop him, but he was… quite forceful. It won’t happen again.”

Suresh nodded slowly while chewing, then reached out and gently took her hand, his thumb stroking the back of it reassuringly.

“You’re playing with fire, you know that?” he said, half-teasing, half-serious. “I trust you… but he’s had a taste of you now. Just be careful, okay?”.

He paused for a second, then added with a smirk, “We still need answers. The moment you find what we’re looking for in his chats or transactions… we close this chapter for good.”

Sneha nodded, relief washing over her face. She knew he was trying to ease her guilt.

“So don’t feel bad about it,” Suresh continued, his voice lighter again. “Think of it as… enjoying the pleasure while it lasts. As long as it helps our purpose, it’s fine.”

Deep down, she knew exactly what he was doing — keeping the conversation fun and energetic so she wouldn’t drown in guilt, pain, or panic. The teasing was his way of making this easier for her. Sneha leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly, letting her lips linger there for a moment.

“Thank you,” she whispered warmly.

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Chapter 128 - Moves and Counter-Moves


The same morning, at the towering V-Activate Group headquarters, the 12th floor was wrapped in its usual quiet authority. Prakash, Gowtham’s boss, sat across from Aditya in the private lounge. The conversation was serious, the kind that decided futures.

Vinodhini stood a few steps away, silently observing.

Prakash leaned forward, voice heavy with disappointment. “Rahul was someone I genuinely believed could grow into a valuable asset for your group. But he’s turned out to be a complete spoiler. He sold us out to our biggest competitor — twice. That kind of betrayal makes him unfit for your circle.”

Aditya listened calmly, leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful expression. After a moment, he spoke, his voice deep and measured.
“What if he actually has real talent? What if he leaves and starts something dangerous on his own?”

Prakash nodded. “That’s exactly why I kept him locked inside our company. He submitted the latest tender yesterday. Results will be out by this weekend. Win or lose, I’ll make sure he stays under my watch.”

Aditya’s gaze shifted to Vinodhini.
“Rahul from Prakash’s company is disqualified from joining us directly.
But… I suspect he may still have some talent worth observing.”

Vinodhini stepped forward smoothly. 
“Why not send a new Hand to monitor him? Suresh can observe Rahul discreetly.”

Aditya let out a low chuckle. “We haven’t even confirmed Suresh’s position yet. How can I assign him such a task?”
Vinodhini smiled confidently. “He’s already on his way here. I sent him a message earlier.”

Aditya nodded, a faint, satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Good. Let’s see what our new Hand is made of.”

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Meanwhile, across the city…

Gowtham’s meeting with his old friend had gone surprisingly well. The friend, who was short on funds but rich in ideas, had promised to move forward quickly with the new startup. As a matter of policy, he asked Gowtham to submit his documents and proposal at the earliest.

Gowtham left the meeting with a renewed sense of purpose. For the first time in weeks, he felt he had a clear direction — a path toward real power and independence. He had enough savings to survive the next four months comfortably. That was more than enough.
The moment he reached his office, he made a firm decision.

He sat at his desk, typed out a crisp resignation letter, printed it, and walked straight to Rahul’s cabin without consulting anyone — not even his boss Prakash.

He placed the letter on Rahul’s table.

“I’m resigning,” Gowtham said flatly. “I will work as long as the notice policy needs.”

Rahul looked surprised but said nothing immediately.

Just as Gowtham turned to leave, Varsha walked into the cabin holding an updated sheet Rahul had asked for earlier. 
She froze when she heard the words.

“Resigning?” she repeated, shock clear in her voice.

Gowtham glanced at her for a brief second, his expression unreadable, then walked out without another word.
Varsha stood there, stunned, clutching the papers tightly.

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Back at the V-Activate Group 12th Floor. 

Aditya leaned casually against the edge of his massive desk, arms folded, exuding the relaxed confidence of a man who knew he held all the cards. The morning sun poured through the glass walls, but the air in the private office felt heavy and charged.


He let the silence stretch, watching Suresh with a slow, appreciative smile.

“Suresh… sit down. No rush.” His voice was deep, smooth, almost intimate. 


See what i gonna tell you may shock you.. 
But its not a shocker for me, 
Im a practical man, a business man, i only have one emotion. Winning. 

Winning is my Emotion. 

If you can understand that you too will get that. 

I mean a Win - Win Situation. 

Suresh was slightly confused.. somewhere deep inside him alarmed him, this could be about Sneha. 

I don't want to say anything indirectly. 
Let me put it straight 
“I’ve been thinking about your wife since the moment I saw her yesterday. 

Suresh got the shock, its too direct..  but Aditya didn't give a minute for him to process. 

He continued. 

Sneha… what a fucking masterpiece she is. That mature, ripe body of hers — those heavy, full breasts that look so soft and warm, straining gently against her blouse. That round, juicy ass that sways with every step… those thick, smooth thighs I can already imagine wrapped around me. She’s not just beautiful. She’s built for pleasure. One look and my cock was rock hard. I want her badly.”

Yes Suresh i Need your wife. 

Suresh’s jaw tightened. His fists clenched slowly in his lap. Just a day back, he and Sneha had finally reconciled after days of distance and misunderstanding. They had started making love again — slow, tender, reconnecting like newlyweds. The memory of her soft moans in his ear, her fingers gently stroking his hair, flashed painfully in his mind. And now this bastard was talking about her like she was a piece of meat.

Aditya continued, completely unashamed, his tone dropping into a tempting, seductive drawl.

“I don’t want flowers or dates. I want to own her body. 
I want to slowly unwrap that saree, run my hands over every curve, squeeze those heavy tits, and bury myself deep inside her married pussy. 
I want to fuck her whenever I want — here in this office, in my car, at my farmhouse. 
I want her as my personal mistress.”

He paused, eyes gleaming.

The good news is lets make a deal.. a win - win deal.. I have her, you have something you couldn't dream off!

SO here is my deal 

50 Lakhs rupees transferred into an offshore account in your name today. 
Clean money. In return, Sneha comes to me at least twice a week. No limits.”

Suresh’s breathing grew heavier. 
A surge of hot anger mixed with a sick twist of jealousy in his gut. 
How dare he speak about my wife like that? After everything we’ve rebuilt…

Aditya smiled wider when he saw no response, smoothly raising the stakes.

Looks like you are unconvinced. Okay i will raise the bar, but i have to raise the days too 
One crore rupees. A fully loaded Mercedes Maybach in your name, and a 3,000 sq ft apartment in the finest tower in Bangalore. 
Lifetime luxury. 

All I ask is that Sneha warms my bed three times a week, whenever I need that sweet, wet cunt of hers.”


Suresh’s face burned. His chest tightened with rage and humiliation. He could almost hear Sneha’s laughter from their recent night, the way she had shyly kissed him and whispered she still loved him. The contrast made his stomach churn.

Aditya leaned forward slightly, voice lower, more seductive. If this deal didnt attrack you i have better

“Two crores rupees. The Maybach. A fully furnished 4,000 sq ft penthouse. And on top of that…” He smirked filthily, “I’ll arrange a rotation of beautiful, young, high-class women for you. Discreet, experienced, eager to please. They’ll come to you day or night — ready to suck your cock, ride you, or let you fuck them however you want. You’ll live like a king while I enjoy your wife’s ripe body.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Suresh’s heart hammered wildly. A storm of emotions crashed through him — fury, disgust, fear for his family, and a deep, aching protectiveness over the fragile reconciliation he had fought so hard to rebuild with Sneha. His eyes stung with barely contained rage. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the arms of the chair.

Finally, he shot up from the seat, voice low but shaking with controlled fury.

“I don’t agree to any of your filthy agreements,” 
he spat, each word laced with contempt. “Not one.
Keep your dirty money and your disgusting offers. 
Sneha is my wife. I will never sell her to you.”

Aditya’s predatory smile didn’t waver. 
He simply watched Suresh walk toward the door, eyes dark with amusement.
As Suresh reached for the handle, Aditya’s calm, threatening voice followed him.

“You still have a day, Suresh. Think very carefully. Tell me your final decision by tomorrow morning. If you miss the deadline… I will send my men to take you from your home. And we’ll continue this conversation in a much less civilized way.”

Suresh didn’t turn back.
He yanked the door open and stormed out, chest heaving with a toxic mix of anger, fear, and fierce determination to protect the woman he had only just won back.

Behind him, Aditya chuckled softly, adjusting his cuffs.
Let’s see how long that pride lasts when real pressure begins.

[heygiwriter]

Thanks for reminding sir. 
Let me come down to ground level and start looking at this as another usual adultery story in this forum

Yes its just another usual adultery story. Rather keep this as expectation please :) I could handle the backlash

[heygiwriter]

Critics will always find something to criticize, no matter what you write. Readers, too, will offer their opinions—often asking you to reshape the story to fit their own expectations. But the truth is, people’s desires are endless; no piece of writing can satisfy everyone. 

As a reader of your story, i hereby request you not to please every voice, but to stay true to your own vision and tell the story as you believe it should be told.

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Words are mine! just wanted to say thank you, this is the least I can offer as a gesture of support for a truly genuine writer and your work. I can only imagine the effort and dedication it takes to share so many chapters here, purely for our enjoyment.

 I’m not sure how much you go through behind the scenes, but please know that your commitment does not go unnoticed, and it’s deeply appreciated.

A lot thanks for reassurance :) Im doing this for all you guys :)

Chapter 128 is out , 129 on the way

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 129 - The Conflict and Weight of Choices


Suresh didn’t stay a second longer on the 12th floor. The moment the elevator doors closed behind him, he felt like he could finally breathe again — yet his chest was tighter than ever. His mind was a storm of rage, fear, and helplessness.

By the time he reached his car in the underground parking, one thought had crystallized:
He had to get out.

The drive home was torture. Aditya’s voice kept echoing in his head — crude, arrogant, and dripping with lust.
“Your wife… those heavy tits… that juicy ass… I want to fuck her badly.”

Suresh’s hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. The three deals kept flashing before his eyes like taunting neon signs.
Crore. + penthouse + Maybach. + luxury + beautiful women arranged for his own pleasure.

Any normal man would have been tempted. Hell, any normal man would have considered it seriously. But Suresh felt only disgust and a deep, sinking dread.


He was deeply conflicted. When he realize, just in the morning, Sneha announced about Gowtham asking her for sex and he allowed it. 

He finally got the answer for it.. Deep down, he could somehow allow Sneha to sleep with Gowtham — for whatever reason, even if it hurt like hell. But he could never do the same with Aditya. Never.


He now realized Sneha had been right all along. Gowtham was someone they could still control — younger, manageable, someone they could eventually push out when the time came. He was a known devil.

But Aditya? He was something far more dangerous. He wouldn’t just sleep with Sneha — he would control her. He would control both of them.
Like Sneha had warned, Aditya wasn’t someone they could handle. The moment they let him in, he would own them completely.

That terrifying truth made Suresh want to detach from Aditya and the entire V-Activate Group right away, no matter the consequences.

One Gowtham is already killing me slowly… Aditya would finish us completely.

The helplessness choked him. He had just rejected offers that could change their lives forever. For what? Pride? Love? Fear?

He didn’t know anymore.

Tears of rage and frustration burned in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He wiped his face roughly and whispered to himself, voice breaking:

“I won’t lose her. Not to him. Never.”

When he reached home, he forced a calm mask over his face before stepping inside. Sneha looked surprised to see him back so early.
“You’re home already?” she asked warmly.

Suresh managed a tired smile. “I have the day off today… and probably the rest of the week. Let’s go shopping. Just you and me.”
Sneha’s face lit up with innocent happiness. For her, this was a rare, beautiful surprise. She quickly got ready, chatting excitedly about what she wanted to buy.

On the way to the mall, Suresh stayed mostly quiet. He held her hand while driving, but his mind was elsewhere — trapped in a loop of fear, insecurity, and helplessness. He didn’t tell her a single word about Aditya’s filthy offers or the terrifying proposals. He couldn’t burden her with that darkness. Not yet.

They spent the afternoon shopping, had a nice lunch, and watched an evening movie. For a few hours, Suresh tried desperately to be present — laughing at her jokes, teasing her about her choices, holding her hand in the theatre. But the shadow of Aditya’s words never left him.

Tonight she will sleep with Gowtham… while I rejected seventy-five crores and unlimited luxury to protect her.
The irony tasted bitter.

They returned home around 8 PM. Sneha quickly prepared a simple dinner — rice and rasam. 
While she was cooking, Suresh sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the wall, still drowning in his thoughts.

After dinner, as they cleared the table, Sneha asked softly, almost hesitantly:
“Do i need to consider any rules for tonight… with him?”

Suresh looked at her. The question snapped him back to the present.
Tonight she would be with Gowtham again.

He wasn’t angry. He was just exhausted. Overwhelmed. 
Defeated in a way he couldn’t explain.

He exhaled slowly and said in a quiet, tired voice:
“No rules. Just… if you can keep him under some control, and if you remember we have a family… 
 and just try to keep it only inside the guest room.”

Sneha nodded gently, not knowing the weight he was carrying.
At that exact moment, there was a knock on the door.

Both of them turned.
It was Gowtham.