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Chapter 130 - The Arrangement 

After dinner, Suresh quietly retired to the guest room without saying much. The weight of the day still sat heavily on his shoulders. Sneha watched him go, her heart twisting with concern. She followed him into the master bedroom a few minutes later. While Gowtham was still having his dinner. 


They sat on the edge of the bed. For a moment, there was only silence.

“You’ve been quiet since you came back,” Sneha said softly, searching his face. “Is everything okay?”

Suresh forced a tired but warm smile. He reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger on her cheek for a second.

“I’m fine,” he murmured. “Just a long day. But you…” His smile turned playful as he looked her up and down. “You’re glowing like a newlywed bride today. Did you put on some special cream or something?”

Sneha let out a soft laugh, slightly embarrassed. “Stop it. I’m just in a good mood because you came home early and took me out. It felt nice… like old times.”

Suresh raised an eyebrow, teasing her. “Old times? Careful, madam. If you keep looking this fresh and happy, people are going to think I’m treating you too well.”

She playfully pushed his shoulder. “As if! You barely spoke two words during shopping. I had to drag conversation out of you.”
He chuckled, the sound low and genuine. “Guilty. But in my defence, I was distracted by how beautiful my wife looked in that new salwar. Every time you came out of the trial room, I forgot what I was thinking.”

Sneha’s cheeks flushed pink. She shook her head, smiling. “Now you’re just flattering me to avoid answering properly.”
Suresh leaned in closer, his voice turning lightly mischievous. “Flattering? No, no. I’m just saying… if you keep shining like this, I might have to start competing with Gowtham for your attention.”

The moment the words left his mouth, both of them paused. It was a risky joke, but Suresh delivered it with a small, tired grin, clearly trying to keep the mood light.

Sneha rolled her eyes and laughed, poking his chest.
 “Very funny. As if anyone can compete with you.”
Suresh caught her hand and kissed her knuckles softly. 
“Good answer.”

For a brief moment, the heaviness in his chest eased. Teasing her, seeing her smile — it felt like a small victory against the darkness swirling inside him.

Sneha blushed slightly, a small laugh escaping her. 
Before she could reply, there was a firm knock on the main door.
Both of them knew who it was.

Sneha stood up, her expression turning serious. She leaned close to Suresh and whispered quickly, “I’ll try to deviate him tonight. After he sleeps, I’ll go through his phone and try to record his chats if there is any with that money transferred number...”
Suresh nodded and quietly shared the old lock code he had got from  Gowtham himself long back. Sneha memorized it, then gave him a reassuring look before stepping out.

Gowtham was already waiting near the guest room door. He had heard every word of their hushed conversation.
A dark, dangerous smile touched his lips. Without wasting a second, he pulled out his phone and changed the lock code to a new six-digit pattern.

Let’s see how smart you really are, baby.

When Sneha stepped out, she found him already standing inside the guest room.
“I can’t do it here,” he complained, voice low. “This room feels too small, too uncomfortable.”

Sneha sighed. “It's small, but does it matter? Anyhow we will be on each other Sneha tried joking...”
Gowtham’s eyes gleamed. “No… we can do it in the master bedroom. Just tonight.”
“No,” she said firmly. “Guest room Nothing else.”

Gowtham shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. 
“Fine. My house, so I can't do it here.”

Sneha doesn't want to argue over the trivial matter, She said okay.. She opened the Master bedroom and gave Suresh a quick, silent reassuring glance before following Gowtham out. She said the room is too small, so we are going to his house. Suresh watched them leave, his jaw tight, lost in a storm of thoughts.

The moment they stepped into Gowtham’s house and closed the door, the atmosphere changed completely.

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Chapter 131 - FUCK IT. 


The door to Gowtham’s house had barely clicked shut when he claimed her.

No hesitation. No words. He spun Sneha around with bruising force, slamming her back against the wood as his mouth crashed down on hers. 

The kiss was feral—teeth clashing, tongues battling, his hand fisting her hair at the nape of her neck to tilt her head exactly how he wanted. He devoured her like a starving predator, sucking her lower lip, biting it hard enough to draw a sharp whimper from her throat.

Sneha’s knees buckled, but his body pinned her there, hard chest against her breasts, the thick ridge of his erection already pressing insistently against her stomach through their clothes.


THE PLAN


Her mind screamed the plan even as her body melted: Fuck him senseless. Wait till he sleeps. Get the phone. Copy the transactions. End this.

But a doubt was blooming like a cold knife twisting in her gut. 
What if he changed the code? She wanted to test it Now. Right away!

Gowtham finally pulled back just enough for them both to gasp for air. His eyes—dark, glittering with dangerous hunger—locked onto hers. A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips.


The TEST 

Sneha forced a sultry smile, sliding her palm down his chest. “Let me take a selfie first, baby,” she purred, voice husky. “I want to remember how fucking hot you look when you’re this hard for me.”

Gowtham laughed, whats with y our new language, and when you are so much interested in selfies like this?
She just smiled and said.. From today and from today everything will be new she winked. 

He chuckled low in his throat and handed her his phone without hesitation.

Her heart hammered like a war drum as she tapped the screen.
Wrong code.
She tried again, fingers trembling slightly.
Wrong code.

Panic flashed hot across her face before she could college it. If I’d waited until after sex… I would have been completely fucked up the plan and made a mockery of myself .

Gowtham’s smirk widened into something sharp and knowing. 
“Problem, sweetheart?”
“I… thought it was 2771,” she said, trying to sound playful, but her voice cracked.

He snatched the phone back, eyes narrowing with dark amusement.
 “How did you know my old code?” 

His voice dropped to a velvet threat. 
“I never gave it to you.”

“I saw you type it once,” she lied quickly. “In the master bedroom.”

Gowtham laughed—a low, mocking sound that sent shivers racing down her spine. “I change it every few weeks, baby.
“And this one…” Gowtham tapped his own face with a smug smirk. The phone screen lit up instantly. “Face recognition. Convenient, isn’t it?”

Sneha’s heart sank. She tried to hide her disappointment behind a playful pout.

“If you had just shared the passcode, I could’ve taken some hot moments of us,” she complained, her voice sweet but laced with frustration. “We could’ve made our own little collection…”

Gowtham chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her attempt. “We can, baby… we definitely can.”

But he carefully didn’t share the code. Instead, he slipped the phone back into his pocket, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

Sneha reached out expectantly, thinking he would hand it over.

Gowtham smirked and shook his head. “No selfies here, only on the bed,” he winked. 
“And our selfies should be completely nude… skin against skin. Only then will I let you click.”

Before she could respond or protest, he moved like lightning.

In one rough pull, he yanked her pallu down, exposing her blouse and the deep curve of her breasts. Sneha gasped as he lifted her clean off the floor, his strong arms wrapping around her thighs. He carried her like she weighed nothing, his mouth attacking her neck — sucking hard, biting, leaving fresh red marks as he kicked the bedroom door open with his foot.

He threw her onto the massive bed.

The mattress bounced violently under her weight. Gowtham crawled over her like a predator, pinning both her wrists above her head with one powerful hand. His other hand tore at her blouse, buttons flying across the room. Her bra was roughly shoved down, her heavy breasts spilling free into the cool air.

Gowtham groaned at the sight, his eyes dark with raw lust.

“Fuck… look at these,” he growled, lowering his head and latching onto one stiff nipple. He sucked hard, biting just enough to make her arch and moan, while his free hand shoved her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties aside in one brutal tug.
Sneha’s breath hitched sharply as cool air hit her exposed, already-wet pussy. Gowtham didn’t give her any time to recover. He kept her wrists pinned, his mouth moving between her breasts, sucking and biting greedily while his fingers found her slick folds and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles.

Sneha moaned loudly, her body betraying her as pleasure shot through her. She was trapped beneath him — wrists pinned, breasts exposed, legs spread — completely at his mercy.

Gowtham smirked against her skin, clearly loving every second of her helpless state.
He finally took his phone out to play with her.

“Smile for the camera, baby,” Gowtham growled, his voice thick with lust as he grabbed his phone again.
He held the phone above them and started taking dozens of filthy selfies — his mouth latched onto her heavy breast, sucking hard on her nipple while his fingers plunged deep into her soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his two thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room as Sneha moaned and arched beneath him, her body betraying her completely.
Every flash of the camera captured her in compromising positions — breasts out, skirt hiked up, legs spread, his fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her.

PLAN A

Sneha’s mind was racing even through the haze of pleasure. This is my chance…

She reached up with a shaky hand, pretending to be playful. “Let me take one too… I want to see how we look together.”
Gowtham smirked, clearly enjoying the game. He handed her the phone for a moment. Said it should be 2747 i dont remember right.

The second her fingers closed around it, her heart hammered. She tried to unlock it while acting seductive. But the moment she tapped the screen —

Wrong code.


Panic flashed across her face. Before she could recover, Gowtham’s mouth descended on her nipple again — this time biting down harder, just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain and pleasure through her body. She gasped, her grip loosened, and the phone dropped onto the bed beside them.

Gowtham chuckled darkly against her breast. He took the phone and kept at table in the side, near the bed..
Sneha realized her first plan had completely failed. Asking for the code openly wouldn’t work. She remembers him telling, he was not sure about the code..

She needed a better strategy.

Plan B…


She decided to surrender for a moment. She had a doubt if he was alert? She doesn't want to take risks.... She would wait until he was fully focused on fucking her — preferably in missionary. She thought that's the best idea.. In that position, when he is too much into me.. He could not be distracted.. She could pretend she is taking a Selfie video of a missionary .. and get his phone unlocked by using face recognition. She could stretch her hand behind his back, and instead of recording she would check if there is a conversation with the number she memorized in WhatsApp.

She locked this is the plan..
She softened her body, letting out a needy moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Fuck me, Gowtham,” she begged, voice breathy. 
“I need you inside me. Now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He shoved her thighs wide, positioned his thick, throbbing cock at her entrance, and drove in with one brutal thrust. Sneha cried out, back bowing off the bed as he stretched her open, filling her completely. He was huge, pulsing, relentless.




The moment he started pounding into her—deep, punishing strokes that shook the entire bed—Sneha stretched her arm toward the bedside table. 

She grabbed the phone, quickly brought it to his face while he was lost in the rhythm.

Unlocked.

She whipped it behind his back, heart exploding in her chest, and opened WhatsApp with trembling fingers, scrolling desperately for the contact with a number being typed by her trembling hands..

Gowtham’s eyes flashed with wicked realization.

He slammed into her harder—violent, deliberate thrusts that jolted her entire body and made her grip on the phone falter. The phone shook wildly in her hand.

“You really think I’m stupid?” he thought in his mind…, hips snapping forward mercilessly, balls slapping against her ass. “Every time you try to snoop, I’m going to fuck you deeper. He roared in his mind..”

He grabbed her hips, angling himself to hit that spot inside her with devastating accuracy. Sneha moaned loudly, traitorous pleasure crashing through her. The phone slipped from her fingers onto the sheets as her orgasm built like a tidal wave. Gowtham fucked her like he was punishing her—raw, animalistic, sweat-slicked skin slapping together, his hand around her throat just tight enough to make her see stars.

After 20 long minutes of merciless fuck.. They came together in a shattering, screaming climax—his cock pulsing hot and deep inside her as her walls clenched around him in rhythmic spasms.

For a long minute, only heavy breathing filled the room.

Gowtham collapsed beside her, pretending to drift off, one arm dbangd possessively over her waist. But his eyes were slit, watching.

Plan B failed as well.. 

She has only one chance now,, all she wanted is Gowtham should sleep and she could open his phone using his face.. 
When he sleeps. 

Plan C Formed

She said she was feeling tired and sleepy in his ears , she turned off the lights. 
Saying good night.. She just wanted him to sleep right now.. 


Sneha waited.
Thirty agonizing minutes.
She lay there naked beside him, thighs still sticky with their combined release, her pulse refusing to calm down. The room was quiet except for Gowtham’s deep, even breathing. Moonlight filtered weakly through the curtains, casting soft silver shadows across his body.
This is my only chance.

Carefully, she slid out from under his arm, moving like a shadow. Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She picked up his phone from the bedside table, screen already dim.

Still straddling his hips in the air — careful not to put any weight on him — she hovered above his sleeping face. The position was risky, intimate, and humiliating. Her soaked pussy hovered just inches above his cock as she slowly lowered the phone toward his face for face recognition.

The screen lit up.
Unlocked.

A rush of victory surged through her — but it lasted less than a second.
Gowtham’s eyes snapped open, dark, sharp, and filled with fresh, dangerous lust.
“You want cowgirl, baby?” His voice was pure sin, low and mocking.

Before Sneha could react or pull away, his hands clamped onto her hips like iron clamps. With one brutal yank, he slammed her down, impaling her fully on his rock-hard cock in a single savage thrust.

“AH—!” Sneha screamed, her eyes flying wide open in shock and overwhelming pleasure as he stretched her completely, deeper than before in this position. Her walls clenched tightly around his thick shaft, still sensitive from their earlier round.
Gowtham grinned up at her like a wolf who had caught his prey.

“Got you,” he growled.

His fingers dug possessively into the soft flesh of her ass as he started bouncing her on his cock — rough, relentless, and completely in control. He lifted and slammed her down again and again, forcing her to ride him hard. The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking every inch filled the room.

Sneha’s moans grew louder, uncontrollable. Her breasts bounced wildly with every powerful thrust. She tried to steady herself, but Gowtham was merciless — hips snapping up to meet her, driving even deeper.

The phone lay completely forgotten on the bed beside them.
She knew she had lost.

This time… it really feels different, she thought, the words Suresh had teased her with earlier echoing in her mind. But she had no idea Gowtham already knew the truth — that she was investigating him.

Gowtham smirked up at her, eyes burning with dark satisfaction.

“You really thought you could play me tonight? he smirked in his mind. ” he taunted between heavy thrusts, his cock pounding into her without mercy. “Trying to unlock my phone while my dick is still inside you? How fucking adorable. he thought”

He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her chest against his. In this new position, he fucked her even harder, his mouth latching onto her bouncing breast, sucking and biting her nipple while he drove up into her.

Sneha cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her body surrendered completely — shamelessly riding him, hips moving on their own now.

For the next thirty minutes, Gowtham fucked her senseless in cowgirl — changing angles, slowing down to edge her, then slamming her down hard again. He made her moan his name, made her admit how much she loved his cock, made her forget every plan she had come with.

By the end, Sneha collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted, trembling, and utterly surrendered. Her face buried in his neck, breathing ragged, body limp and covered in sweat.

Gowtham stroked her back possessively, a dark, victorious smile on his lips.
He knew everything now.

And the game had only just begun.

[heygiwriter]

Within a day you made me comment, this is fucking awesome dude. Forget the plot, and take this to another 3 chapters. As promised 10 chapters right, make sure sneha is pinned down in rest of the chapters too...

Thats why i want you all to just ride with the characters ignore every other factors.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 132 - Morning After Defeat & Aditya - Suresh Face to Face


It was just past 5:00 AM when Sneha stirred awake.

Her body felt heavy, sore, and thoroughly used. Every muscle ached — her thighs, her core, her neck where Gowtham had bitten and sucked greedily through the night. Between her legs was a sticky, warm mess of his cum still leaking out of her. She lay there naked beside him, staring at the ceiling, a wave of humiliation washing over her.

How did I fail so miserably?

She had gone in with clear plans — unlock the phone, check the chats, find the money trail. Instead, she had been fucked senseless twice, reduced to moaning and begging while he toyed with her. The worst part was how much her body had surrendered. She felt angry at herself, ashamed, and strangely defeated.

Gowtham was already awake.

He lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching her with a dark, satisfied smirk. His eyes roamed over her naked body — the fresh bite marks on her breasts, the redness on her neck, the way her thighs still trembled slightly.

“Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice husky with fresh lust. “Sleep well after getting destroyed?”
Sneha forced a small smile, trying to act normal. But Gowtham wasn’t done humiliating her.
He reached for his phone on the bedside table and waved it in front of her face.

“You were really obsessed with this last night, weren’t you?” he teased, scrolling lazily. “Trying so hard to unlock it while my cock was buried inside you. Cute.”

He opened the gallery and showed her the filthy photos and short video he had taken — her breasts bouncing, her face twisted in pleasure, his cock disappearing into her soaked pussy.

“See? You didn’t manage to record anything useful,” he mocked. “But I did.”

Before she could react, Gowtham rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. His morning erection pressed hot and heavy against her thigh.

“Let me record one more,” he growled. “For your collection.”

Sneha’s breath hitched as he spread her legs wide and pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. She was still sore and slick from the night before, so he slid in easily, filling her completely.

“Ahh—” she moaned, back arching.

Gowtham started fucking her with slow, powerful strokes, holding the phone above them in selfie mode. 
The camera captured everything — her flushed face, bouncing breasts, and his thick cock stretching her pussy again and again.

“Smile for the camera, detective,” he taunted between thrusts, his hips snapping harder. 

Sneha bit her lip, trying not to moan too loudly, but her body betrayed her. Within minutes she was gasping, hips moving to meet his thrusts. Gowtham recorded it all — the wet sounds, her moans, the way her pussy clenched around him.

After almost twenty intense minutes, he buried himself deep and came hard inside her with a low groan, flooding her once again. He kept the phone recording until the very last pulse.

He finally pulled out, breathing heavily, and sent the fresh video straight to Sneha’s phone with a smirk.
“Something to remember me by when you’re walking with your husband later.”

Sneha lay there panting, cum leaking down her thighs, feeling thoroughly used and defeated.

at 5.30 She entered her house.. Suresh seemed already dressed up for walking, he didnt miss to see her condition, torn blouse, marks on her. She avoided his gaze and entered bedroom 

She forced herself to act normal.  she changed into her gym leggings and tight top, ready for the morning walk with Suresh. But when she stepped out, Suresh was already heading toward the door.

She shouted Suresh wait im joining you.. 


Sneha had a small ache in her chest. She knew he had seen the fresh marks on her neck and chest. 
But before she could say anything, Suresh’s phone rang.


It was Vinodhini.
He stepped outside to take the call, his voice turning cold and husky.
“Why are you calling me at this hour?”

Vinodhini’s voice was sharp. “Aditya needs your answer by 10 AM. If you’re adamant about refusing, the boys are already waiting downstairs. The moment you step out, they’ll bring you up. Force or choice — it’s yours.”

She cut the call.
Suresh stood still for a long moment, breathing heavily. His face hardened with resolve.

He went back inside, he reached near her.. looking at the mark he said “I can understand,” he said gently before she could speak.
He pulled her close and kissed her forehead softly. “Stay home and rest. I love you.”

He made sure she doesnt know the Aditya storm is hitting.. 

He came out for a morning walk.. 

at 6.30 AM
He texted his ex-boss Viraj: “Any new opportunities outside? Urgent.”

Viraj replied almost instantly: “Speak with Aditya.”
Suresh’s jaw tightened. Cold. Decisive.

At 7.40 He came back home.. He took a quick bath, dressed in a sharp casual outfit, and had breakfast that Sneha had prepared. When she asked why he was leaving so early when he had said he’d take a few days off, he lied smoothly.


“It’s an emergency at work.”
He kissed her cheek and left.

---

By 9:00 AM, Suresh was already at his desk on the main floor, heart hammering like a war drum.


His fingers flew across the keyboard with furious precision. Every keystroke felt like a declaration of war. He typed the resignation letter in under two minutes — short, direct, and final. No explanations. No apologies. Just two lines that severed his connection to this dangerous world.

He printed the single sheet. The machine whirred loudly in the quiet office, the sound cutting through the morning silence like a blade. Suresh folded it once, slipped it into his pocket, and stood up without hesitation.

His legs felt heavy as he walked toward the private elevator. Each step echoed with finality. He swiped his black card. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and he stepped inside. As the elevator ascended smoothly toward the 12th floor, Suresh stared at his own reflection in the mirrored wall.
This ends today, he thought. I will not sell my wife. Not for any amount. Not for any power.
The doors opened. Vinodhini was already waiting, elegant and composed as always.

“Aditya is waiting,” she said simply, her eyes scanning his face for any sign of weakness.

Suresh gave a single, curt nod and followed her down the long corridor. 
The luxurious office loomed ahead — floor-to-ceiling glass, dark wood, and an atmosphere thick with unspoken power.

Aditya sat behind his massive desk like a king on his throne, fingers steepled, a knowing smirk already playing on his lips.
The moment Suresh entered, the air grew heavier.
Before Aditya could utter a single word, Suresh stepped forward and slapped the printed resignation letter onto the polished desk with a sharp smack.

“I quit.” I cannot sell my soul for any money..
The words hung in the air like a challenge.

Aditya stared at the paper for a long second… then threw his head back and laughed — a deep, rich, villainous sound that echoed through the room.

“Bold,” he said, still chuckling as he picked up the letter. “Very bold.”
He leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

“Fine. I’ll give you a better offer.” His voice dropped, turning low and filthy. 
“Just one night. One hour with your wife. You walk away with ten crore rupees.”

Suresh looked him dead in the eyes, unflinching.
“Good luck, ex-boss,” he said coldly. “My decision is final. 
Not even for one minute. Not even for one second.”

The silence that followed was electric.
Aditya stared at him, unblinking, the smirk slowly fading into something sharper, more dangerous. Tension crackled in the air like static before a storm.

Then, suddenly —
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Aditya started clapping slowly, deliberately. Two more senior members of the 12th floor stepped in from a side door, both wearing impressed expressions. 

Suresh was surprised to see Viraj his ex boss standing there. 

“Congratulations,” Aditya said, his smile widening into something predatory and pleased. “You just made it. You are now officially one of our Hands.”

Vinodhini stepped forward and patted Suresh’s shoulder firmly, genuine respect in her eyes.
“You tough bastard… you actually passed.”

Suresh stood frozen in the center of the room, completely stunned.
His mind raced, unable to process what had just happened.

He had come here to burn bridges.
Instead… they had welcomed him deeper into the fire.

[heygiwriter]

Author glorifies people like Gowtham so obviously he will be the hero .. someone who is manipulative, brutal and glorifies as Alpha male

i saw a similar comment from you for almost several times. 

if you are really pissed off please accept my apology and move to any other story that please you

I Spend hours in writing.. you never know how many times i need to write , re check, edit, find images.

[heygiwriter]

I would love it if the author or anyone else can assign a actress to each women in the story just so we can imagine it better

Sneha will always into Gowtham's pull ,he's her bull maybe Aditya can be a future bull

I didnt Want to paint a face leaving it to readers for their own imagination. :)

But you guys can share images for the characters :)

A user had share few comments above for Sneha i guess.. 

Let me see how you all visualized each character or the womens :)

[heygiwriter]

is this for Sneha?

[heygiwriter]

When Suresh has the guts to say no to Aditya even after knowing his job is at risk. Why not he say no to Gowtham or Sneha. Does it mean he like sneha opening her legs to Gowtham. Does he believe she is getting better sex from Gowtham than him. Is this not cuckold nature.

 The answer is already in Chapter 129 

//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.//

Basically he was okay with it as it is already happened and a lot time he had registered over conversation that its not sex , its siding with Gowtham hurt him and made him to extend of divorcing. Even in the start i have mentioned they couple was open enough for adventures. 

[heygiwriter]

There are few questions though..

1. Suresh or Sneha never thought what would happen if sneha gets pregnant as Gowtham keep pouring his potent semen inside her every time.
2. Not a single time, sneha told Gowtham that she is not in safe period and she is fertile and ask him to wear condoms.
3. Not a single time, sneha took the birth control pills after sex with Gowtham.
4. No solid reason why she has cook for him every single day. She is worried and calls him when he is not returned from office. Is that because he is giving sex to her. There is something emotional connect even though it is not love as such.
5. Gowtham came to house as unwanted guest and called suresh bro. Now he has taken his wife and no more calls him bro. Also he is not calling sneha names. Is he playing safe for getting thrown out of their life.

1-3 -> I don't feel like elaborating it as a liberty .. i let it people assume she had taken pills.
4 --> they had this bond even before they got sexually together, he call them bro, anni (Sister in law at start). 
5 --> Post sex, he used all this to affirm he is dominant and he lost respect to Suresh long back..

[heygiwriter]

Hello author, we are expecting some updates today aa it's Sunday you can plan maximum parts or if you are busy please let us know so we will logout.

And btw, soon suresh and sneha will know about Gowtham's plan its easy as they way Gowtham playing with mobile and taking selfies i thought sneha will crack it but nah she is busy in enjoying the pleasure

Yes 10 chapters planned for today.. im not sure how many i can write and post :) have to go out for chililng :)

but hope todays chapter will be surprising.. some may even start bashing me :D

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 133 - The Litmus Test


Suresh stood frozen in the middle of the luxurious office, his mind reeling.

Everything felt surreal. One moment he was resigning in defiance, to protect his wife and family,  ready to walk away from this dangerous world. The next moment, Aditya was clapping, Vinodhini was smiling, and two senior members had stepped in like they were welcoming a new brother.

Viraj -his ex-boss, was also there, standing near the glass wall with a relieved expression.
“You saved me from a facepalm,” Viraj said, letting out a heavy breath.
“I was genuinely worried for a second.”

Suresh’s voice came out sharp and confused. 
“What the hell is going on here?

This man just openly asked for my wife… and you’re all clapping? 
Have you all lost your minds?”


Viraj raised both hands in a calming gesture. 
“Relax, Suresh. Sit down. 
This was an LITMUS test, 
we were all together in this and pulled strings from the start..”


Suresh didn’t move. His fists were still clenched at his sides.


Vinodhini stepped forward gracefully and gestured toward the lounge sofa. 
“Please sit. We’ll explain everything.”


Still in a daze, Suresh lowered himself into the chair. Aditya leaned back in his own seat, watching him with a satisfied, almost proud expression. The two senior members and Viraj also took seats, forming a loose circle.


Vinodhini began, her voice calm and professional.

“I explained to you once how Aditya prefers talents to come to him instead of chasing them. 
That’s why he created the ‘Hands’ - his network of shadow talent hunters. 
But what I didn’t tell you was the painful lesson we learned.”

I did told you about lessons the company faced with Talents
But there are lessons we learned from ‘Hands’ too.. 
I didn't tell you because you need to be tested before that..

She paused, letting the weight settle.

“The very first hand we recruited… betrayed us. Exactly one year ago. He sided with the talent he brought in.
Took money behind our back. He even gave a brief idea of what's happening here, they together had looted a lot. That betrayal cost us heavily. The patent went to him, Aditya became a joke among competitors, he cannot afford it. Since then, we have become extremely cautious. Every new Hand must be tested for absolute loyalty.”

Aditya spoke next, his deep voice carrying quiet authority.
“Money can tempt anyone. Power can corrupt anyone. 
So we created the ultimate test.”

He leaned forward, eyes locked on Suresh.

“If a man is willing to sell his own wife for money and power… then he will definitely sell us one day. That is the litmus test. We push him to the extreme. We offer him everything - wealth, luxury, even other women, in exchange for his wife. If he breaks… he is out. If he stands firm even when we threaten and tempt him… then he is one of us. I tried tempting you by offering a price even for an hour. Im Glad you stood strong”

Suresh’s breath caught. The pieces were falling into place, but it still felt unreal. He remembered Vijay telling “we were all together in this and pulled strings from the start.” He was not sure what role did Viraj, his ex-boss, play in this, He turned to him and asked.. You said you pulled strings behind my back.. What was it..

Viraj smiled..  He said, “I planted the ‘womanizer’ idea in your mind deliberately. If you are not corrupt, you would be on guard, But if you are corrupt, you might yourself try to speak something about your wife to Aditya, Show her photos, deliberately push her into meeting your wife with Aditya, expecting some favor through illegal way. But you never did it. So Adtiya pulled his method to test you. We needed to see your real character under pressure. And you passed, Suresh. Not just passed — you stood like a rock even when Aditya raised the offer to an insane level.”

Vinodhini smiled faintly. 
“You are now officially one of our Hands.”

Suresh sat there, stunned into silence. 
The anger, the moral outrage, the confusion,
everything was slowly being replaced by a strange, heavy realization.

He had come here ready to burn everything down.
Instead… they had welcomed him into the inner circle.

Aditya stood up and walked around the desk. He placed a firm hand on Suresh’s shoulder.
“Welcome to the real game, Suresh. You’ve earned your place.”

Suresh finally found his voice, low and guarded.
“So… all of this — the filthy offers, the threats about my wife — it was all a test?”

Aditya gave a slow, dangerous smile.
“Every single word. And you passed with flying colours.”

He paused, then added with a rare hint of respect, “Not just you. Even your wife impressed us. When I purposely sent you away to test her alone… she stayed guarded and loyal. You both are made for each other. I’m almost jealous.”
The room fell into a heavy, meaningful silence.

Suresh looked at each of them, Viraj, Vinodhini, Aditya and understood one thing clearly.
He had just stepped into a world far more dangerous and complex than he had ever imagined.
Suresh turned to Aditya, still processing everything.

“Even after all this… 
I’m hesitant to stay. 
The way you spoke about my wife…
those words are still burning in my head.”

Aditya smiled, almost apologetic.

“It was part of the test. 
I can’t help it.

But let me be clear — Sneha is now one of us. Family. 
I don’t touch the wives of my loyal people. 

However, if you ever cross the line…”
His eyes turned ice-cold.
“You already saw what happens in the underground parking. 
That is what I do to traitors.”

Aditya’s tone softened again.

“Let’s grow together. Tomorrow we have a casual investor meet.
I’ll take you there. Every company we’ve funded will be present. 
Start analysing. Find your suitable industry where you will infiltrate and find a talent for V Activate.”

Viraj came closer and placed a hand on Suresh’s shoulder.

“You’ve been with me for more than seven years. 
I treat you like my own son. 
This is the best opportunity of your life. 
Sign the dotted line and begin.”

Suresh stared at the fresh document placed in front of him. 
After a long, heavy moment… he picked up the pen and signed.
Aditya pulled him into a firm, congratulatory handshake.

As everyone started dispersing, Aditya and Suresh were left alone for a moment.

Suresh, still curious, asked quietly, 
“Just out of curiosity… what would have happened if I had agreed to any of your deals?”
Aditya’s smile turned dark and chilling.

“Three months later, you would have found your wife carrying my baby… while I slowly took back everything I gave you — money, cars, luxury villa, through clever legal tricks.

When I know how to give, I also know exactly how to take back.”
Suresh smirked coldly.

Aditya laughed. “I’m glad you chose this path.
Now I can focus on bigger things.”

He patted Suresh’s shoulder one last time.
“Choose to be a friend or at least a loyal person — I assure you, you will grow with me.
Choose to be a backstabber… and you already know what I would do.”

Aditya turned and left the room in a swift, commanding stride.

Suresh stood alone in the luxurious office,
the weight of his new reality settling heavily on his shoulders.
He had entered the lion’s den.
And the lions had welcomed him with open jaws.

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People often get so absorbed in the narration that they forget to step back and observe the situation objectively. From a distance, it becomes clear that Gowtham is not emotionally invested in this equation the way others assume. In many ways, he is the one being used, even if it appears otherwise on the surface.

Yes, he may possess compromising leverage over Sneha, but Gowtham is not the kind of person who thrives on confrontation or manipulation. Using those pictures would mean entering a conflict, taking responsibility, and risking consequences — things he naturally avoids. His involvement is driven less by attachment and more by convenience. For him, this phase is simply an arrangement offering pleasure, validation, and amusement without emotional cost.

The moment his priorities shift — whether toward career ambitions, personal growth, or even another woman like Varsha — Gowtham will likely detach without hesitation. He does not carry emotional baggage here. If staying means losing stability, reputation, or peace, he will walk away without looking back. His presence exists only as long as the situation remains effortless and beneficial to him.

Sneha understands this reality, perhaps more than anyone else. Beneath her actions lies an awareness that Gowtham is temporary — someone who belongs to the moment, not the future. Suresh, too, senses this truth, even if he struggles to articulate it. Both of them know that Gowtham is not a permanent force in their lives but a passing catalyst shaped by circumstance rather than commitment.

In the end, Gowtham is not bound by love, guilt, or obligation. He stays because it costs him nothing — and the day it does, he will simply disappear, leaving the emotional aftermath for Sneha and Suresh to confront alone.

SUPER.. FINALLY SOMEONE GOT THE POINT.

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Chapter 134 -  The Role Reversal


That same morning at Gowtham’s office, the atmosphere felt strangely light for him.
Varsha couldn’t stop watching him.

From her desk across the floor, her eyes kept drifting toward Gowtham every few minutes. He looked… different. Calm. Focused. Almost happy. There was no trace of the brooding, jealous man who had been shadowing her and Rahul for days. Instead, he worked with quiet determination — one tab open for company work, another for his own future plans.

She finally couldn’t take it anymore.

During a brief lull, she walked over to Rahul’s cabin under the pretext of submitting an updated sheet.
“Rahul… Gowtham submitted his resignation right, did he said any reasons?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

Rahul looked up, surprised. “No Varsha.. I'm even surprised.. 
Didn’t even consult anyone. I don’t know the reason. 
He looked quite… content.”

She asked did Prakash uncle said anything about his resignation.
Rahu said Prakash is busy, he has some meeting tomorrow, he had been working at his home
i didn't said anything about Gowtham resignation so far. 

Varsha’s stomach twisted. She returned to her seat, unable to focus.

Meanwhile, Gowtham felt genuinely at peace for the first time in weeks.

His meeting with his old friend had solidified. They were launching an AI-based tech startup together. He had enough savings to survive comfortably for the next four to five months. For once, his life felt like it was moving forward on his terms.

He had decided: no more emotional entanglements. No love. No marriage. Not until he built something meaningful. He would focus on power, money, and respect. Varsha had made her choice clear. Sneha would remain his convenient outlet - nothing more.

When he opened his tiffin box at lunch, the aroma of Sneha’s homemade food rose up — warm masala dal, soft rotis, and the faint scent of her special pickle.


For a brief second, a strange, homely warmth bloomed in Gowtham’s chest.
She had packed this for him again. Even now. Even after everything.

The thought hit him harder than he expected. Suresh and Sneha still treated him like family. She woke up early to cook for him, asked if he had eaten, worried when he came home late. Suresh, despite knowing everything, still allowed him to sit at their table and eat the food his own wife prepared.

And here he was — fucking the man’s wife behind his back, scheming to keep her as his personal slut, and secretly enjoying the pain he was causing Suresh through every cuckold moment.
A sharp needle of guilt pricked his conscience.

They still care for me like family… and I’m destroying their marriage from inside.
But the guilt didn’t last.

Gowtham closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and let the darker part of him take over.
She is my lucky cunt.

That was how he saw her now. Ever since he started fucking Sneha regularly, doors had begun opening for him — new confidence, new opportunities, the startup idea with his friend. He truly believed she was his good luck charm in bed.

He took a bite of the roti, chewing slowly.

Let them care. Let them feed me. Let them treat me like family.
His eyes darkened with fresh hunger.

As long as I get to bury my cock deep inside her every night… as long as I can make her moan my name while her husband waits in the other room… nothing else matters. I enjoy this fantasy of fucking her when he watches or when he knows im fucking her.. 

The guilt faded completely, replaced by cold, possessive lust.
Sneha wasn’t family to him anymore.

She was his addiction. His stress relief. His lucky cunt.
And he wasn’t planning to give her up anytime soon.


after that resolution for his inner conflict got answered, he changed his mood. 
He ate quietly, one eye on his future business plan.

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By evening, most employees had left. 

Gowtham was walking towards his bike when Varsha suddenly appeared at the entrance of the parking area.
She walked straight up to him, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him behind a concrete pillar, away from prying eyes.
“I need to speak with you,” she said urgently.

Gowtham raised an eyebrow but didn’t resist. 
For the first time, the power dynamic had flipped — she was the one dragging him.

Varsha turned to face him, her usual confident mask, unbothered attitude cracking.
Her eyes looked troubled, almost pained.

“What are you doing?” she asked, voice lower. 
“Why are you quitting the company?
Is it because of me?”

Gowtham stared at her for a long moment. 
He saw the slight redness in her eyes, the way her fingers fidgeted. 
For the first time, he saw real pain there.

It should have satisfied him. Instead, it irritated him.

“Why do you care?” he asked coldly.
Varsha’s voice wavered. “Why shouldn’t I care? Am I not your friend?”

Gowtham let out a bitter laugh.
“You never agreed to be my friend. Not once. So why pretend now?”

Varsha looked hurt, but she pushed on. 
“What will you do after quitting? 
How will you manage money? 
Your expenses? 
Why are you making such a rash decision just because I said no to you?”

He stepped closer, his voice turning sharp.
“Don’t be full of yourself, Varsha.
 I have my own reasons. 
and  .... I don’t need to explain them to you.”

Gowtham’s eyes darkened.

Before she could reply, Rahul’s car slowly entered the parking area, headlights sweeping across them.

Gowtham’s jaw tightened. 
He gave Varsha a cold, mocking smile.
“See? Your sugar daddy is coming. 
Get in his car. Kiss him like you did near the gate last time.”

Varsha’s face flushed with shock and humiliation.
“Kiss? When did I—???”

But Gowtham had already turned away. 
He swung his leg over his bike, revved the engine loudly, and sped off without looking back.
Varsha stood there, stunned, a confusing mix of anger, regret, and pain swirling inside her chest.

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Chapter 135 - Confessions in the Dark


Gowtham reached home that evening with a strange, powerful confidence humming in his veins.

The way he had spoken to Varsha - cold, final, and dismissive , had felt like a victory. For the first time in days, he felt like his life was back under his control. No more chasing. No more emotional weakness. He was moving forward.

He took a long, hot bath, letting the water wash away the office tension. As he dried himself, a familiar hunger stirred. He wanted Sneha tonight. Wherever she was. Whatever the risk. He needed to bury himself inside her and remind himself who held the power.

But the moment he stepped into Suresh’s house, reality hit him.

Ramya was sitting at the dining table, swinging her legs, doing her homework.
It was Friday. She had come back from the hostel and would stay until Monday.
Gowtham’s expression softened instantly. He genuinely liked the little girl.

“Ramya baby!” he called out warmly.
She looked up and beamed. “Gowtham Anna!”

He hugged her tightly, lifted her up, and spent the next half hour playing video games with her on the couch, laughing loudly at her silly mistakes. For those few minutes, he was the perfect “Anna” — respectful, playful, and harmless.

When dinner was served, he ate with the family, chatting casually with Ramya about her college. 
After dinner, he stood up respectfully.

he said with a warm smile. “Good night, Ramya. Sweet dreams.”
He left quietly, giving the family their private space.


Confessions in the Dark

Later that night, after Ramya had fallen asleep in her own room, 
Sneha gently closed the door and walked toward the master bedroom where Suresh was staying.

Her body was still sore and tender from the previous night’s rigorous session with Gowtham. Her thighs ached with every step, her core felt sensitive and used, and faint bite marks and redness were visible on her neck and breasts. Yet she needed to speak to her husband. She wanted to explain to him why her attempt to find the truth failed. And it was not a cover up for her sexual needs. 


She was worried how to began…

Suresh was sitting on the edge of the bed when she entered. He looked up, and without a word, made space for her. Sneha climbed onto the bed and sat facing him, their knees touching in the dim light.

Suresh on other hand he wanted to open up about what he faced with Aditya and company, the test and everything.
Both carried heavy burdens tonight.

Sneha spoke first, but her voice cracked almost immediately. Tears welled up in her eyes as she began.
I’m Sorry, i failed you
I couldn’t get the truth. 

Suresh looked at her and said, it's okay you would have tried..
No Suresh, is not just trying i risked a lot.. 

“I need to tell you everything that happened last night with Gowtham… I don’t want you to hear bits and pieces later and get hurt. It will also give you a glimpse of what really happened. I promise it's not a cover up for my sexual needs, I truly tried and failed..

Suresh stopped her, no need to explain, I trust you.. 
The word ‘Trust’ made her in tears. She wiped it. Composed herself and began..

She took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes glistening with fresh tears. The room felt suffocatingly silent as she forced herself to recount every humiliating, degrading detail. Her cheeks burned crimson with shame, yet the memories made her thighs press together involuntarily.

“Let me tell you everything… From the second I stepped inside Gowtham’s house, my mind had only one goal: fuck him senseless, wait until he passed out, then use his old code you gave me to unlock his phone and dig out every conversation, every transaction detail with that shady contact. Simple. Clean. But the doubt hit me like ice water — what if he changed the code? I’d be trapped naked in his bed with nothing. So I had to test it immediately…”

Her lips trembled as she continued.

“Plan A — The Test and Trap.”
“I tried to play it seductively. Right after that first brutal kiss against the door, I whispered, ‘Let me take a selfie, baby. I want to remember how wild you look right now.’ He smirked and handed me the phone. My heart was exploding as I tapped the screen…”

She swallowed hard.

“Wrong code. I tried again — still wrong. Panic flashed across my face before I could hide it. He snatched the phone back, eyes dark with mocking amusement. ‘How did you know my old code, sweetheart?’ He laughed when I lied about seeing it once. Then he told me he changes it every few weeks… and that the new one uses face recognition.”

Her voice cracked with embarrassment.

“Later, when we were already naked and he was devouring me on the bed, I tried again. While he was sucking hard on my breasts, biting my nipples, I reached for the phone. I thought in that moment of pleasure he’d be distracted. I whispered, ‘Give me the phone, share the code, he gave me one but it was wrong.. I realised i only have to use his face recognition, code doesnt work.. Then I managed to get his phone telling him that I want to take a hot selfie of us…’ But the second I had it in my hand, he pinched my clit hard and curled two thick fingers deep inside me. The phone slipped from my fingers onto the sheets. I couldn’t even type the code — my body was shaking too violently from the pleasure he was forcing on me.


she continued, voice trembling.

“Plan B — The Missionary Gamble.”

“I thought he should be focused only then i can act.. Then a plan came.. if I could get him buried deep inside me, lost in fucking, I’d have my chance. I invited him myself for a missionary , when he spread my legs wide and slammed into me with that first powerful thrust…and continues to  pounding me hard, grunting like an animal, i wait for right time like when he was too lost himself, I stretched my arm behind his back, grabbed the phone, and quickly brought it to his face to unlock it.”

She bit her lip, fresh shame flooding her face.

“I managed to open WhatsApp… I was so close to scrolling through his chats. But i dont know if he was aware or not…  He suddenly fucked me even harder — violent, punishing strokes that made my whole body jolt. My hand shook uncontrollably. Every time I tried to focus on the screen, he’d slam deeper, hitting that spot inside me until my eyes rolled back. The phone slipped again. Her breathing grew ragged just remembering it.

“He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezed just enough to make me dizzy with pleasure and fear, and railed me mercilessly. I came so hard around his cock I couldn’t even hold the phone anymore. I failed… completely.
My body betrayed me while he laughed and kept thrusting through my orgasm.”

She wiped her eyes, voice breaking into a humiliated whisper.
“Plan C 

“By then i realised, i can do it only when he sleeps, I waited thirty minutes after we finished the first round. He was lying on his back, breathing deep, and sleeping. I took his phone and tried to do face recognition as the light was too dim, the mobile could not recognize my mistake,  I carefully straddled him without putting weight down — hovering in a cowgirl position just to bring the phone closer to his face to unlock..

Her entire body shuddered at the memory.

“The second the screen lit up, his eyes snapped open with that wicked, dangerous grin. ‘You want cowgirl, baby?’ Before I could pull away, his strong hands clamped onto my hips like iron clamps. He yanked me down hard — impaling me fully on his cock in one savage thrust. I screamed as he filled me again, even deeper in that position. The phone fell beside us as he started bouncing me roughly on his lap, gripping my ass, slapping it hard while he thrust up brutally.”

She covered her face with her hands, mortified.
“He fucked me like he was punishing me for every attempt. 

She finally broke down, sobbing quietly.
“I failed at every single plan. He was always one step ahead…

“And this morning… he woke up before me. He was already hard. He started fucking me again, recording the whole thing on his phone while he was inside me. He kept saying filthy things, calling me his ‘lucky cunt’, recording my face, my breasts bouncing, everything… I couldn’t stop him. I just… let it happen.”

I dont want him to get a doubt…
She broke down completely, covering her face with her hands.

“I’m so sorry, Suresh… I went there to find clues… but I failed. All I got was sex. He dominated me completely. I feel so humiliated and useless. I’m really sorry for spoiling the plan.”

Suresh’s heart twisted at seeing her like this. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. He kissed the top of her head softly, then her forehead, lingering there.

“It’s okay,” he whispered gently, stroking her back. “It’s okay, Sneha.   I’m not angry with you. You tried fixing it for me..  I'm very happy that you’re telling me everything.”

He wiped her tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead again.

You’re not useless. You’re brave for even attempting it. We’ll figure this out together. 
No more carrying everything by yourself.” 
Sneha clung to him, her tears slowly subsiding in his warm embrace.

Sneha then continued, I know you are angry, that's why you are dull today in the morning, you left me alone to walk.. 
I don't know why your face is like this.. Please tell me if something is bothering you.. Im sorry for messing our relationship
No.. It's true that something was bothering me for almost a day.. But it's not what you think and you are not the reason for it. Not gowtham as well..

I dont know how to star. 
Sneha looked at him, still wiping the last of her tears.

She nodded, giving him her full attention. No more secrets just tell me whatever it bothers you.. 
Suresh took a deep breath, his voice low and heavy as he began recounting everything.
Yesterday morning, i.e after our meeting with him. 

Aditya called me to his office. He didn’t waste any time. The moment we were alone, he started talking about you in the most filthy, vulgar way I’ve ever heard.”

Filthy , Vulgar? Why? Sneha asked. 

Can you tell me in detail, maybe you heard him wrong or misunderstood. 
Suresh’s jaw tightened as the memory resurfaced.


I heard wrong? Sneha you will slap him if i tell you what he said to me

“He said your breasts were ‘massive and perfect for sucking’, that your ass was ‘made to be fucked from behind’, and your thighs were ‘thick and juicy enough to bury his face in’. He told me straight — he wanted to bend you over his desk, rip your saree off, and fuck you senseless. He called you his future ‘personal fuck toy’.”
Sneha’s eyes widened in shock, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

In short he wants you to be his mistress.. In exchange for money and every luxury stuff. 


Suresh continued, his voice growing tighter.

“He didn't wait for my reaction; he gave me three deals. Each one is worse than the last.”
He looked into her eyes, raw emotion clear on his face.

“First deal — Laksh of rupees in an offshore account if you became his mistress twice a week. No limits.

Second deal —  crore, plus a luxury penthouse and a Mercedes Maybach, if you belonged to him exclusively for some time..
Third,  he added the penthouse, the car, and on top of that… he said he would personally arrange beautiful, young, high-class women for me whenever I wanted. Discreet, experienced, available 24/7 — all in exchange for you becoming his personal whore with zero restrictions.”

I don't exactly remember the deal, 
because I never took that in my head, will I sell my soul for money..

Suresh’s hands trembled slightly as he held hers.
Suresh’s hands trembled slightly as he held hers.

“I turned all of them down. On the spot. I told him I don't agree to any of the deal and came back home, that's why i picked you up for shopping and movie..”

Sneha’s eyes filled with fresh tears. She cupped his face with both hands, her voice breaking.
“You really did that… for me?”

Suresh nodded, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly against his chest.
“I chose you, Sneha. Over all that money. Over all that power. Over everything.”

A long, heavy silence fell between them as they held each other. 
Sneha’s tears soaked into his shirt, but this time they were tears of overwhelming love and relief.


But that doesn't stop there.. Do you remember this morning when you came back from Gowtham room.. Vinodhini called me.. They send people here. To take me that's why i didnt take you for a walk.. 
.. 
What do we do now? Is he so serious about me? Why he is like this..


Suresh said calm down, the issue was resolved.. It was a test.. 
Test ? Sneha asked. 
Yes. 


“When I went to the office today, I was ready to resign. I typed the letter, printed it, and went straight to the 12th floor to throw it on Aditya’s table. I told him I quit. I was done.”

He paused, his voice tightening as he remembered the moment.

“But before I could even walk out… everything changed. Aditya started laughing. Then Viraj, Vinodhini, and two other senior members stepped in. That’s when I realised — it was all a test. A loyalty test.”

Sneha’s eyes widened.

Suresh continued, “Aditya explained everything. They test every new ‘Hand’ by offering them enormous money and power in exchange for their wife. If the man breaks and agrees to sell his wife… they reject him immediately. Because if he can sell his own wife, he will definitely sell the company one day.”

He looked into her eyes, his expression raw.

So that's how it is, I was panicked by all these.. happenings.. 
A sigh of relief came in for Sneha. 


After a while, she pulled back slightly, still in his arms, and whispered in a confused, emotional voice:
I understand we should not take chances with Aditya, 
but How… How are we okay with Gowtham?

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Chapter 136 - Drawing the Line


but how… how are we okay with Gowtham?”

Suresh exhaled slowly, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back as he thought.

“Because Gowtham is… known,” he said quietly.
 “Contained. 

We started this mess together. 
Like you once said about the Control..
We feel like we still have some control over him. Apart from making me watch your sex, he hasn’t done anything that has truly harmed our marriage so far. More than that… we invited him into this. Actually, I invited this dynamic. We can’t pretend it never happened.”


Sneha nodded, but her brows were still furrowed.

“I agree… but my mind is not at ease now with him. 
After everything that’s happened recently, I started believing, that your words will definitely have a truth in it. 
What if he really did kidnap you? 

We need to find out, right? But I messed it up last night…
I just end up getting pulled into sex.”


Suresh looked at her for a long moment, then gently cupped her cheek.
“Leave it, Sneha. 
I guess we should stop investigating him. 

Sneha blinked in surprise. “Stop?”

“Yes,” Suresh said, his voice calm but firm. 

“I wanted to cure my erection issues. 
You wanted to help me. 
It looked like Gowtham, who knew our situations, used both of us…
but in a twisted way, it turned out good for both of us. 
I got my erection back.”


Sneha gave him an innocent, almost shy look hearing the word "good for both of us". 
“It’s good for you… 
but what is there to say good for me?”


Suresh smirked and teased her lightly, 
“My erection issue getting fixed is not good for you? 
Or are you thinking, that good is about I'm referring to your sex with Gowtham”

He laughed playfully. 
Sneha’s cheeks flushed red as she slapped his hand, smiling shyly.
“Stop it! That’s not what I meant…”
Suresh chuckled, then let out a long breath, becoming serious again.

“The thing is we invited him. He tricked us into what he wanted. Gradually I got my erection fixed, and you got a new body for pleasure.” He winked at her, making her slap his hand again with a shy laugh.

“Anyway,” he continued, “let’s stop digging. 

I got you back now, we had miscommunication. 
It’s all cleared now, We are emotionally & mentally back together.. 
So What is most important here is that "we are back together"
Punishment and other silly stuff Lets stop it.
 
Sneha nodded slowly, but a practical worry crossed her face.
“Then we should tell him clearly and stop it, right?”

Suresh shook his head. 

“That’s the tricky part. Gowtham is already deep inside our life. We know his patterns, his weaknesses and he know ours. He’s gotten used to having sex with you. Cutting him off suddenly might make him suspicious or even dangerous. 

I still believe he was the one behind my kidnapping. A person who can do that… imagine what he might do if we suddenly withdraw. So far he hasn’t harmed us physically or broken us apart. But stopping sex might push him to think differently. What if he tries those? Just like Aditya we should not give place to such things, we should handle them him care.”

Sneha’s eyes widened.

“Why are you making me scared? Will he really do something?”
Suresh pulled her closer, kissing her forehead.

“No, I’m not saying he will. But he is a person who has potential to do so. 
Then how should we stop this? Sneha asked 

I will tell .. So, here’s what we should do — we slow it down. Reduce the frequency gradually. You can fake a drama — say you took too many pills for birth control and it caused side effects. Or say you have some infection that needs rest for a few weeks… then months. 


Sneha interjected and said, He would believe the pills, he had seen me taking it at times. 

Good then…

Suresh continued
Slowly, it will put distance between you two. Once he gets used to less sex, his interest will fade. Even if not, the three month period will end and he’ll move to Chennai.”

Sneha thought about it for a moment, then nodded. 

Then Sneha suddenly remember her recent kitchen conversation with Gowtham. 
 
She said.. I Don't think he will leave Bangalore.

“He was talking about some startup recently…”
Suresh raised an eyebrow.

“Is it so? So maybe he’s not moving to Chennai after all.”
“I don’t know,” Sneha said. 

Then Suresh said.. “Next time if you are with him, instead of doing silly phone-grabbing stuff, you have to engage him with casual conversation and get more details. We’ll plan accordingly.”

Let me put it again clearly.
Gowtham was bought inside our lives by both of us. 
He was a tool in getting my erection back, and your pleasure.
He may have used some tricks to attain that, even if that includes Kidnapping, 
I'm ready to let it go. 
So let's stop giving it importance to him or the punishment or revenge or the Truth. 

But that doesn't mean , I'm giving him a free ticket,
he is someone who has to end his special relationship with us. 
Because he is not perfect, he tricked us..

You know what, I asked for his help because I thought he had an experience in fixing a couple's life by entering into their life.. He couples name was Mr. & Mrs. Rakesh, I got his contract through V-Activate group Vinodhini. I called him last night when you were inside Gowtham's room. 

You know what that said Rakesh was only a young man in his previous company, another Rakesh was 50 years old. The young Rakesh is unmarried. He lied to me. 

That's the first mis-step, 
Second the Kidnap, it doesn't seem co-incidental 
Then he used you as a tool dilute rules

The first thing may be an usual boasting by an youngster, he would say so if we confront.
Second we don't have any proofs.
Third one, you are a culprit who helped him.

All the above had only one thing in common: he just wanted to have sex with you.

The only thing he went overboard is tricking me into watching.

Other than that he respected our family, space, he never infiltrated you and tried to split us, even though he knows he is here for sex. Nothing else.
 
“You know what I felt? About your detailed mess up last night. 
I feel, Gowtham somehow smelled about your plans. 
He turned every detective move of yours into sex. 
He’s a brainy fellow.”


He did some many things, like a back-door methods to lure us, and still you want to let it go?

Suresh said, I'm just withdrawing slowly, let him think he wins.
For me the calmness in my family, my togetherness with my wife is important.

I just wish you would not get revenge on your head and bite his dick like last time. Poor fellow. 


Sneha slapped his hand again, laughing softly. 
After a comfortable silence, she asked seriously:
“Are you really okay with continuing this…??

Suresh looked into her eyes and asked frankly, “Tell me honestly… you still like having sex with him, right?”
Sneha hesitated, then nodded, a little shy.

“I won’t lie… there is still physical attraction. 
But it’s not love. It's a habit and pleasure. 
With you, it’s love. That’s the difference.”
Suresh smiled gently and pulled her closer.

Then what, I'm not allowing you to have sex with him all the time, 
I'm allowing you to take some time and withdraw. 


She jokingly asked, what if I wanted more.. From him..

He said seriously, Continue if you want… but as always, don’t forget we have a family. If anything harms that family and our marriage relation, we have to act as a team and stop it and absolutely no secrets and dont hide anything. 

That’s all I ask.”

Sneha nodded, relief washing over her face. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“We’ll be okay, and i wont need him.. she whispered.

Suresh kissed the top of her head.
“Yes. We will.”

They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of the past slowly lifting as they looked toward a quieter, more united future.

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Please refresh edited the part above

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there is no redemption for Suresh whatsoever, again he pushes her for sex with Gowtham with no apparent reason...

seems like you guys never read the story, im not sure why you ppl are blind towards the reason.

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Chapter 137 - Parallel Saturdays


Saturday turned out to be eventful for both Suresh and Gowtham, though in very different ways.

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Gowtham’s Side

Gowtham woke up early with a rare sense of purpose. After a quick breakfast, he headed straight to his friend’s place. The two spent the entire morning scouting for a small office space in a decent commercial building. By afternoon, they were meeting potential investors, old contacts, ex-colleagues, and a couple of angel investors his friend had lined up.

For the first time in weeks, Gowtham felt truly alive. The discussions were energetic. Ideas flowed freely. Numbers were discussed. Timelines were set. He could see a clear path ahead — launching their AI-tech startup within the next two to three months.

By evening, as he rode back home on his bike, the wind felt different. Lighter. He had taken the first real step toward building something of his own. No more working under someone else. No more depending on others.

His mind, however, kept drifting back to Sneha.
darling, i cant wait for Monday to return..

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Varsha’s Side

At the office, the day felt unusually heavy for Varsha.

Gowtham’s cabin was empty. His chair sat untouched. His desk was unusually clean. She kept stealing glances at it every few minutes, unable to focus on her own work. The silence in that corner bothered her more than she wanted to admit.

Rahul noticed.
He came over multiple times under the pretext of helping with modules and reports. 
By evening, when most people had left, he stayed back with her.

“You’ve been distracted the whole day,” Rahul said, leaning against her desk. “Everything okay?”
Varsha forced a smile. “Just a little tired.”

Rahul didn’t move away. Instead, he stepped closer, his voice dropping.
“You know… that day in the server room… I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”
His eyes lingered on her lips. “If Gowtham hadn’t interrupted us…”

Varsha coldly dismissed him, SIR, we are working in a company, we had to do that to catch you.
Prakash trusted you back and got you stay here. Please don't overstep. 

She could not concentrated anymore, her eyes went back to cabin.. if he was here, he would have stepped in
for the first time in her entire life, she displayed a dependency . her heart ached for his presence.
She packed her things quickly and left, leaving Rahul standing there with a frustrated expression.

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Suresh’s Side

At V-Activate Group headquarters, Suresh spent the day in back-to-back meetings with companies that had received funding from Aditya.
He sat quietly, observing, analysing. One company in particular caught his attention — an apparel brand that was scaling rapidly. Something about their operations and team felt promising.

During a coffee break, a staff member was serving drinks. 
As Suresh turned with his cup, he accidentally collided with Prakash — Gowtham’s boss — who had come for a different meeting.

Hot coffee spilled across Prakash’s shirt.
“I’m so sorry, sir!” Suresh immediately apologized.

Prakash waved it off with a friendly laugh. 
“No problem at all. These things happen.”

Suresh escorted him to the nearest washroom to help clean the stain.

While Prakash was wiping his shirt, they fell into casual conversation. Prakash was warm, approachable, and spoke highly of his team. 
The brief interaction registered strongly in Suresh’s mind, but he doesn't this was the man Gowtham worked under.

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Evening at Home

Suresh returned home in the evening and spent quality time playing with Ramya — board games, cartoons, and stories. For a few hours, the weight of the complicated world outside faded. The house felt warm and normal.

The weekend passed quietly. On Monday morning, Suresh dropped Ramya back at the hostel. The car ride was filled with her excited chatter about college. He kissed her forehead before she ran inside.

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Monday Morning Surprise

Gowtham had not gone to office that day.
Instead, at 10:00 AM sharp, the doorbell rang.

Sneha, who was folding clothes in the living room, opened the door and froze in surprise.
Gowtham stood there, dressed casually, a confident smirk on his face.
“You… aren’t you supposed to be at office?” she asked, eyes wide.

Gowtham stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind him.
“I took the day off,” he said, his voice low and hungry. “I wanted to spend it with you.”
Sneha’s heart skipped a beat. She could already sense the shift in his energy — more dominant, more possessive than usual.

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Chapter 138 - Rejected Advances

Before she could speak, he grabbed her by the waist, yanked her against his hard body, and crushed his mouth on hers. The kiss was brutal — teeth clashing, tongues fighting, his saliva mixing with hers as he devoured her like a starving animal. One of his large hands gripped the back of her neck possessively, the other sliding down to squeeze her plump ass hard, pulling her crotch against the thick bulge in his pants.

Sneha gasped into his mouth. For a few dangerous seconds her body betrayed her — her nipples stiffened instantly, her tongue slid against his, and a hot gush of wetness flooded her panties. Gowtham groaned like a beast, tasting her submission.

He lifted her effortlessly carried her straight to the master bedroom, his hard cock grinding against her soaked core with every step. The moment they reached the bed, he threw her down with a heavy thud. Sneha’s nighty rode up her thighs as she bounced on the mattress.

Gowtham was on her instantly, pinning her beneath his muscular frame. He kissed her again — deeper, filthier — sucking on her tongue while his hand roughly yanked the nighty up to her waist, exposing her lacy black bra and the tiny matching panties already darkened with her arousal.

“Fuck, I’ve been dying to stretch this cunt all day,” he growled against her lips, grinding his thick, veiny erection against her thigh.



But when he tried to kiss her again, Sneha turned her face away sharply. The guilt crashed over her like ice water.

her eyes fell on the familiar sheets — the same bed where she and Suresh had shared their deepest confessions, their tears, their renewed promises just the night before. A sharp wave of guilt crashed over her like cold water.

“No… Gowtham, stop,” she whispered, pushing at his chest.

“Sorry, Gowtham… we can’t do this,” she said breathlessly, pushing against his chest. 
“Not when Suresh is not here… not without him knowing.”

Gowtham froze for a second, then let out a low, mocking laugh.


“Oh? So now you need his permission to get fucked?” he teased, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “You’ve developed a sudden kick for letting him know about our love-making?”

He didn’t stop. In one swift, rough motion, he yanked her nighty up to her waist, exposing her black bra and matching panties. Sneha resisted, trying to pull the fabric back down, but he pinned both her wrists above her head with one powerful hand.

“You can’t resist my power and sex, darling,” he growled, his naked, hard body pressing down on her. His thick, throbbing cock rubbed insistently against her inner thigh as he leaned in and attacked her neck — sucking hard, biting, leaving fresh red marks on her skin.

Sneha’s breath hitched. Her body reacted despite herself — nipples hardening, a rush of wetness between her legs — but her mind was screaming.

“Gowtham… I said no,” she said sternly, turning her face away from his next kiss. Her legs clamped shut tightly, denying him entry. Her hands pushed firmly against his chest.

“If you want to spend time normally, stay. If you want sex, it will be only the way I want — when I want. Not like this.”

Gowtham stared down at her in disbelief. For the first time in their entire relationship, Sneha was rejecting him outright — and with such firmness.

He searched her eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation or playfulness. There was none.

With a frustrated, angry grunt, he pushed himself off her. He dressed quickly, his movements sharp and irritated. Without another word, he stormed out of the house, slamming the door hard behind him.


At Gowtham's friend place

Gowtham didn’t go to the office. Instead, he headed straight to his friend’s place, still fuming from the unexpected rejection.

But the day had more shocks waiting for him.
When he reached there, his friend was in the middle of a conversation with another person — one of his other contacts. Gowtham overheard the words “60% share” and froze in the doorway.

“60%?” he burst in, voice raised. “For my idea? You’re giving him 60% when I’m the one bringing the core concept?”
The argument escalated quickly. His friend tried to calm him, saying the new partner was bringing most of the funding. 

Gowtham felt deeply betrayed. He had poured his heart, time, and ideas into this plan, and now it felt like he was being pushed aside.
He left the meeting furious, the entire day turning into a complete disaster.


Evening at Home


Dinner was unusually quiet.
Gowtham joined the family but barely spoke. He was lost in his thoughts, Sneha’s sudden resistance, his friend’s betrayal.
Sneha tried to engage him, but even she sensed something was off.
After dinner, he excused himself early and went back to his house without lingering.


Night in the Master Bedroom


Suresh and Sneha lay in bed together. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting soft golden shadows across the walls. The atmosphere felt intimate, safe, and fragile  like the first real peace they had shared in weeks.

Sneha hesitated for a long moment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Suresh’s chest. 
Suresh understood, there was something sneha wanted to tell him.
He said, Sneha guess you wanted to share something, go ahead.

She asked how do you know?
Wont i know my wife's behavior?
She took a deep breath, then spoke softly.

I don’t want to hide anything anymore. 
I don’t want to hurt you again.

Morning after you left, Gowtham came at 10.00 Am. 
He usually leave at your timing but today he came late
he informed me, he is not going to office and wanted to spend sometime.!!

“Its actually, he came to me expecting sex but I refused him.”

Suresh turned his head toward her, genuinely surprised. 
His eyebrows rose slightly.

“You did?”
She nodded, biting her lip. 

She paused, her fingers tightening on his shirt.

“He was so aggressive. He kissed me the second he walked in, lifted me, carried me here… He was already undressing, pinning me down. But I pushed him away. I told him clearly — if he wants sex, it has to be with your knowledge. Otherwise, we can just talk normally. He didn’t like that at all. He tried to convince me, teased me, even mocked me for suddenly needing your permission. But I stood firm. He got frustrated, dressed, and stormed out.”

I… I couldn’t do it on our bed. The same bed where we talked last night. Where we promised each other we’d face everything together. The guilt hit me so hard the moment he laid me down. It felt… wrong. Like I was betraying everything we’re trying to rebuild.”

She snuggled deeper into his chest.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of the day slowly easing. 

Suresh was genuinely surprised.


He looked at her for a long moment, searching her face in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. 
There was a quiet admiration in his eyes — mixed with relief.

“You were really that determined… not to do anything behind my back,” 
he said softly, almost to himself. 

Then he asked, his voice gentle but direct, “Do you want to do it with him?”

Sneha shook her head without hesitation.
“No,” she whispered. “Not right now. Not like this.”

A small, warm smile tugged at Suresh’s lips. 
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek.

“What if he comes and asks?” he asked, a hint of playful challenge in his tone.
Sneha met his eyes, a shy but mischievous smile forming on her lips.
“If you let me go… then I will,” she replied softly, her voice carrying both honesty and a touch of teasing.

They both smiled at each other — a quiet, knowing, slightly mischievous smile that spoke volumes. The air between them felt lighter, more intimate, like they were slowly rediscovering their old rhythm.

Suresh let out a soft chuckle, pulling her closer and they sealed a lip to lip kiss.

Suresh let out a soft, warm chuckle, the sound vibrating gently against her skin. He pulled her closer, one hand sliding up her back to cradle the nape of her neck as their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss.


It started slow — tender and full of quiet affection — but quickly grew heated. Their mouths moved together with growing urgency, tongues brushing, tasting, exploring. Sneha melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair as a soft, needy sigh escaped her.

In his mind, Suresh’s inner voice was clear and affectionate:
“I know my wife needs it sometimes… But I’m glad… you’re guarding yourself enough. You’re controlling your needs to protect what we’re trying to preserve.”

He broke the kiss slowly, their lips parting with a soft, wet sound. His forehead rested against hers, breathing slightly heavier as he looked into her eyes with a mix of love and playful seriousness.

“But don’t go without him asking you first… okay?” he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “He would see you as easy… and I don’t want that.”

Sneha laughed softly against his chest — a warm, relieved sound that made her whole body relax further into his embrace. She snuggled deeper, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, feeling safe, loved, and truly understood in a way she hadn’t in a long time.

For a moment, they simply held each other, hearts beating in sync.
Then the air between them shifted.

Two minutes later, their clothes were scattered across the floor.

The quiet room filled with the sounds of their love — soft, breathy moans, the rustle of sheets, the wet sound of skin meeting skin. Suresh moved over her with slow, deep thrusts, savoring every gasp and whimper that left her lips. Sneha’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer as her nails gently dragged down his back.

Their lovemaking was passionate yet tender — full of eye contact, whispered “I love you”s, and the kind of closeness that healed old wounds. Suresh kissed her neck, her breasts, her lips, moving inside her with steady, loving rhythm. Sneha arched beneath him, moaning his name softly as pleasure built between them.

They came together — trembling, clinging to each other, bodies locked in ecstasy — before collapsing in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
Suresh stayed inside her for a long moment, holding her close as their breathing slowly calmed. He kissed her forehead, her closed eyelids, and finally her lips once more.


“I love you,” he whispered.

Sneha smiled, eyes still closed in bliss, and whispered back, “I love you too… only you.”
They fell asleep like that — tangled in each other’s arms, the weight of the past slowly fading into the background.

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Meanwhile, in Gowtham's house…

Gowtham lay awake on his bed, staring at the ceiling with dark, frustrated eyes.
He had expected Sneha to come crawling to him after his angry departure — guilty, needy, eager to make up for rejecting him.

But the night passed in silence.
She never came.

For the first time he sensed a pattern shifting.. their entire twisted relationship, he felt the sharp, stinging pain of real rejection from her.

He decided to test suresh and sneha, what they are upto, he know they know the truth.. He cant remain losser. 
and that thought burned.

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good night guys