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when a man thinks he is inadequate and so is okay with another man fucking his wife to give her pleasure...is a cuck. I dont see any scope left.

I don't know what you guys are reading in the story. 

A man who wants to give space for her enjoyment is just a man who is open in relationship.
Who gets pleasure by sending her or seeing her is cuck. 

He is adequate and has sex with her. He is just allowing her in case she really want it.

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Chapter 139 - Back to Zero & Plan for Awakening


The next morning, Gowtham woke up with a bitter taste in his mouth.

He realized he was back to zero. His friend’s betrayal still stung. He spent the entire day aggressively networking — calling old contacts, scouting new investors, and refining his business plan so he could launch the startup without his ex-friend. He wanted full ownership of his ideas. No compromises.

He didn’t go to the office.

Prakash, who returned after a series of long meetings, was furious when he saw Gowtham’s resignation letter on Rahul’s desk.
At the office, Prakash returned after a series of long meetings and was furious when he saw Gowtham’s resignation letter sitting on Rahul’s desk.

“Why the hell didn’t you inform me immediately?” he scolded Rahul harshly. “This is not how we handle key people!”
Varsha, who was passing by the cabin, overheard everything. A strange mix of concern and guilt washed over her. She also realized Rahul had deliberately hidden Gowtham’s resignation from Prakash.

She tried calling Gowtham multiple times throughout the day, but he didn’t pick up.
By noon, Prakash personally called Gowtham.
He said he didn't call him to ask for a reason.

He called him to return immediately. 
He instantly offered. 
“I’ll pay you double if you don’t leave,” 

Prakash said firmly. “Come back tomorrow. We’ll discuss it properly.”

Gowtham smirked on the other end of the line. His luck was turning again.
“Fine. I’ll come tomorrow,” he replied. Keeping his cool tone outside.

But inside, the pressure was building. He needed money to survive. If he couldn’t start his startup soon, he would burn through every penny he had saved — just for survival instead of building something new. He was glad that Prakash was rejecting his resignation, else he would have been pushed to reach Prakash, which would have caused him humiliation.
His mind kept drifting back to the rejection he faced with Sneha the previous morning. He could sense a major shift in her — she was leaning more toward Suresh. A lot of things have happened recently. He knew the couple was getting closer to the truth, but not the full picture yet. He still held the upper hand — he had turned every one of her detective attempts into raw sex.

Now he processed why they were still engaging with him despite being closer to the truth. They want something from me, he thought. They’re using me just like I’m using her.

He decided to play along and use Sneha as long as they wanted the game — in the name of “figuring out the truth.” But he also wanted to turn the tide. He needed to pull her attention back to him so strongly that she would overstep Suresh again.
Emotional tricks weren’t working anymore, he had recently sulked but she didn't react. He knew she would still come to him for sex if Suresh was aware — that’s what she had said. 

Thought it looked like he was under their control. He decided he would use that token like a path to slowly draw her back into his world. 

But to make her stick to him?
He needed something more.

He needed to make her a real addict.
The trick? Giving her sexual awakening so powerful that she wouldn’t decide to stop by herself.


Tuesday Night


The evening felt heavier than usual when they all returned home.



Dinner was quiet. The three of them sat at the table — Suresh, Sneha, and Gowtham. The clinking of spoons against plates was the only sound breaking the silence for most of the meal.



Gowtham barely spoke. He was lost deep in his thoughts — Sneha’s sudden resistance that morning, his friend’s betrayal, the pressure of his startup plans. His face remained tight, jaw clenched. Sneha tried to engage him once or twice with casual food talk, asking if he wanted more dal or if the chicken was spiced right, but even she could sense something was off. Gowtham gave short, polite replies, his mind clearly elsewhere.



When Suresh finished eating, he stood up without a word, took his plate to the sink, and headed toward the master bedroom.



Just as Suresh was about to open the door, Gowtham’s voice cut through the silence — louder than necessary, deliberate. Gowtham had waited for the exact moment.



“Sneha,” he said, his tone casual but pointed. “I may need you tonight. You said your husband should know, right? I have something bothering me… Hope you understand. I’ll be waiting in my house.”



The words hung in the air.



Suresh paused for a brief second at the door, his back to them. He didn’t turn around. He simply opened the door and stepped inside the master bedroom, closing it softly behind him.



Sneha sat frozen for a moment, her heart beating faster. She stood up, cleared the remaining plates, and slipped into the master bedroom.



Suresh was already sitting on the edge of the bed, loosening his shirt.

She stood near the door, hesitant.



“Should I…?” she asked softly.

Suresh looked up at her. 

His expression was calm, but there was a quiet weight in his eyes.

“It’s up to you,” he replied evenly.



Sneha bit her lip, then clarified, “No… I mean, you have any plans like.. you want to have sex with me? tonight? I wanted to know your mood…”



Suresh’s face softened. 

He was genuinely happy she was considering him first — something that hadn’t always happened during their troubled phase. He stood up, walked over to her, and pulled her into a gentle hug.



“No, darling,” he murmured against her hair. 

“We can plan for tomorrow. 

Just make sure we’re going to slow things down soon, okay?”



Sneha nodded against his chest, a small smile forming on her lips.

She felt relieved. She kissed his cheek tenderly.

“I will,” she whispered. “I promise.”

She lingered in his arms for a few more seconds, then stepped back. With one last look at him, she turned and walked toward Gowtham’s house.

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Yabbba 

[heygiwriter]

Gowtham is surely going to trap her emotionally tonight by sharing his professional issues and please her saying that she will be his lucky lady. She will start identifying him equally with her hubby!

Relax guys - Heygi knows what majority of audience are looking for. He is a proven master in bridging the expectations and his own plot... don't worry... that's all I can say at this heavy moment...

None of them had predicted what i have in my mind for part 1 closure.

All i can say is join me with this roller coaster ride.

[heygiwriter]

Super.. you want sex with me suresh? If not another customer waiting for my service. Is she a housewife or prostitute,..

i didnt write something like this.

[heygiwriter]

After such a heart touching intimate scenes between Suresh and Sneha, she is going to Gowtham willingly is somehow bitter to all of us sir. That's how these many quick reactions 

She looks to be already interested to go... what else can a poor Suresh say... killing his emotions, he said go!

because the couple agreed to each other, they know what they are knowing. they clearly drawling lines between love, lust, need and importance of the relationship.

How they going to stay thick and thin even after this forms the story, its not possible in real life. Very very % of possibility, just enjoy this xossipy stories :)

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Chapter 140 - The Newness

Sneha walked toward Gowtham’s house with a storm of conflicting emotions swirling inside her.


She knew exactly who he was — the man who had shaken the very foundation of her marriage. The same man who had tricked her husband into watching, manipulated situations, and turned her investigation attempts into raw, humiliating pleasure. Yet… a dark, secret part of her craved him. His rough hands, his dominant energy, the way he could make her lose control. She wanted the sex. She just didn’t want it to damage what she was rebuilding with Suresh.

Just pure sex, she reminded herself sternly as she approached the door. Nothing more. Guard your heart. Slow it down like we planned. Get what your body needs and leave. Don’t let him inside your head again.

She took a deep, shaky breath, her full breasts rising and falling beneath her simple nighty, and pushed the door open.
What she saw inside left her stunned, her full lips parting in surprise.

The entire floor was a luxurious path of red and white rose petals, scattered thickly like an opulent carpet leading straight to the bedroom. Their delicate, sweet fragrance mingled with the warm glow of dozens of scented candles lining the walls, casting flickering golden light that danced across the walls and her skin. The air felt heavy with romance and seduction—something she had never expected from Gowtham.



A mild, surprised smile formed on Sneha’s lips.

She had expected the usual — Gowtham grabbing her the second she entered, kissing her harshly, tearing at her clothes. But tonight was different. He wasn’t waiting at the door.


She had expected the usual: Gowtham grabbing her the second she entered, kissing her brutally, tearing her clothes off like a beast. But tonight felt different. She locked the door, her pulse racing, and stepped carefully on the petals, feeling their silky softness crush under her bare feet. Every inch of her body was on high alert—her smooth, shaved pussy lips already swelling with unwanted arousal, her clit peeking out slightly from its hood, slick with the first hints of wetness.
When she pushed open the bedroom door, her breath caught completely.

The bed was a sea of rose petals. More candles glowed everywhere, bathing the room in intimate, golden warmth. In the center sat Gowtham—completely naked, legs spread wide and casual, his thick, veiny cock already semi-hard, resting heavily against his muscular thigh like a weapon. His dark eyes locked onto her with calm, predatory confidence.

Sneha let out a soft, breathy laugh, a mix of genuine amusement and nervous tension. “What is this, Gowtham?” she asked, stepping closer, her voice husky. “What trick are you playing now? Do you think flowers and candles will make me forget everything?”

She sat on the edge of the bed, her thick thighs pressing together, trying to hide the growing dampness between them. Her mental state was chaos: This is dangerous. Too intimate.

“Nothing tricky,” he said quietly. “It’s always been raw sex between us. Rough. Fast. Animalistic. Tonight… I want to enjoy you slowly. Passionately. Inch by inch.”

His words sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Her body reacted instantly — a warm rush of wetness between her legs, her nipples tightening against her bra.
She struggled to keep her voice steady.
“You said you were in a bad mood…”

“Yes,” Gowtham replied, reaching out and pulling her closer with one strong arm. “My startup plan fell apart. My friend tried to sell my idea behind my back. I argued with him and walked out. So I’m going back to my old company.”
“What? Will they take you back?” she asked, trying to focus while his naked body heat radiated against her.

“My boss agreed to double the pay. So I’m all in.”
She placed a hand on his bare chest, stroking gently. 
“That’s good then. Why are you still in a bad mood?”

He looked straight into her eyes, his voice dropping lower. “Because you rejected me last morning.” In one smooth motion he pulled her fully onto the bed with his powerful arm. “And now I’m going to tease you till morning… I’m going to torture you with gentle sex.”

Before she could respond, his mouth licked her neck — licking, sucking, and nibbling the sensitive skin just below her ear. Slowly passionately, making her tremble.


Then he moved to her throat, dragging his hot tongue slowly along her pulse point. Finally he sealed her lips with his. 

The kiss was deep, slow, and devastatingly thorough. He caught her lower lip, sucked it gently, then her upper lip, tasting every corner of her mouth. Their tongues danced lazily for nearly twenty full minutes. Sneha’s mind melted. This is too intimate… too dangerous… but I can’t stop. Her pussy was soaking through her panties now, aching badly.

He hugged her tightly, pulling her completely onto the bed. With patient hands he slowly lifted her nighty up and off, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Her hourglass body was on full display — smooth dusky skin, massive heavy breasts straining against the bra, narrow waist flaring into wide breeding hips, thick juicy thighs, and that perfect round ass.


He hugged her from behind, his hard cock pressing against her ass cheeks, and whispered, “Why did you say you only want to have sex when your husband is around?”

The question snapped her back to reality. A shiver ran through her body as she realized how easily she had melted. “It’s just… I don’t want to do anything behind his back. He should know everything. I don’t want any issues because of this with him.”
“Oh?” Gowtham said softly. While hugging her tightly from behind, completely naked, he slipped one hand into her panties. His thick finger found her dripping slit and started slow, teasing circles around her swollen clit. With his other hand he picked up his phone and opened a video. “Look at this, Sneha. We need to do things like this.”

It was a 69 clip — the woman on top, mouth full of cock, while the man devoured her pussy.
She looked terrified. “I can’t… that’s too much. I’ve never done that.”

“It will be new,” he whispered, his finger still circling her clit maddeningly slow. “We have to explore more like this.” His voice was like a magic weaver. “Let’s explore sex as much as we can when we are together.”

He unhooked her bra with one hand, letting her heavy mangoes spill free — full, soft, with large dark areolas and thick erect nipples. Then he yanked her panties down her thick thighs in one pull, making her completely nude. Her plump, shaved pussy glistened with arousal, inner lips puffy and wet, tight asshole visible between her spread cheeks.
“No… I’m not comfortable,” she protested, voice shaky. “Let’s do the usual things we regularly do.”

But Gowtham rolled on top of her, pinning her down. He kissed her again — deep, hungry, devouring her mouth for fifteen long minutes while his hard cock rubbed slowly up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices but never entering. The thick shaft dragged over her clit with every stroke, teasing her mercilessly.

He deliberately delayed it made it too slow…


Sneha was losing control. Her body trembled beneath him. Her mental state was pure chaos — guilt fighting against overwhelming lust. I hate how much I need this. I want him inside me so badly.

“You’re teasing me too much…” she moaned, voice desperate. “Why don’t you insert into me?”
Gowtham smiled against her lips. “Say it properly, Sneha.”

She struggled, hips bucking up against his cock. Finally the words broke out of her: “Gowtham… take me.”


He pushed inside her in one slow, deep thrust. Her tight, hot walls stretched around his thick girth. She could feel every inch, every vein, the burning heat of his cock filling her completely. “Arghhhh… mggggg…” Gowtham groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through her.

Sneha’s moans were needy and broken: “Ahhh… hmmm… why are you doing it so slow? Why can’t you increase speed?” Her hips moved frantically back and forth, trying to force him deeper, faster. She was in pure ecstasy, her massive breasts bouncing, nipples rock hard, thick thighs wrapped around his waist


He kept the torturously slow pace, grinding deep, watching her face contort with need. Her sexual appetite was now fully unleashed — raw, hungry, almost angry with lust. I need to be fucked properly. I can’t take this slow torture anymore.
Suddenly she pushed him hard, flipping him onto his back. “Bastard… you are teasing me!” she growled. Her eyes were wild with hunger.

Sneha climbed on top, straddling him. She grabbed his thick cock, aligned it with her dripping pussy, and slammed herself down hard. She started riding him heavily — fast, wild, ferocious. Her thick ass cheeks clapped loudly against his thighs with every powerful bounce. Her heavy breasts swung wildly in his face. She leaned down and kissed him ferociously, biting his lower lip, sucking his tongue as if she wanted to devour him.

Her moans turned loud and animalistic: “Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Fuck! Gowtham! Yes! Like this!” Every slam sent shockwaves through her body. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, dripping down his balls. Her mind was blank except for pure pleasure — no guilt, no husband, just the overwhelming need to cum on him.

Gowtham gripped her plump ass hard, thrusting up to meet her savage rhythm. The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh slapping, her loud desperate moans, and his deep groans.

Sneha was completely lost in her sexual appetite, riding him like a woman possessed, chasing the orgasm her body desperately craved.

Suddenly she pushed him hard, flipping him onto his back. “Bastard… you are teasing me!” she growled, her eyes wild with hunger.


Sneha climbed on top, straddling him. She grabbed his thick, veiny cock, aligned it with her dripping, swollen pussy, and slammed herself down hard. She started riding him heavily — fast, wild, ferocious. Her thick, juicy ass cheeks clapped loudly against his thighs with every powerful bounce. Her massive 36D breasts swung and bounced heavily in his face, dark nipples rock-hard and begging to be sucked. She leaned down and kissed him ferociously, biting his lower lip, sucking his tongue, devouring his mouth as if she wanted to consume him whole.

Her moans turned loud and animalistic: “Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Fuck! Gowtham! Yes! Like this! Deeper!” Every slam sent shockwaves through her body. Her tight, velvety pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock, creaming heavily down his balls. 

Her mind was completely blank except for pure, raw pleasure — no guilt, no thoughts of Suresh, just the overwhelming, starving sexual appetite that had taken full control of her.

Gowtham gripped her plump, soft ass cheeks hard, fingers digging into the flesh, thrusting up to meet her savage rhythm. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping, her loud desperate moans, and his deep, guttural groans.
They came together in a shattering climax.


Sneha threw her head back, crying out his name in a broken, high-pitched scream: “Gowthaaammm! Ahhhhhhh!” Her pussy walls clenched violently around him like a hot, pulsing fist, milking him rhythmically as powerful waves of orgasm ripped through her entire body. Her thick thighs trembled uncontrollably, toes curled tight, massive breasts heaving.

Gowtham buried himself as deep as possible and exploded inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot, pulsing streams of cum. Rope after rope pumped into her, filling her so full that it started leaking out around his shaft.

She collapsed on his chest in a sweaty, breathless heap. Their bodies remained tangled, hearts pounding violently against each other, skin slick with sweat. Her heavy breasts pressed softly against him, nipples still hard. His cock continued twitching inside her, releasing the last drops.

Inside, Gowtham was laughing silently. He hadn’t fucked her tonight — she had fucked him. 
She had taken complete control and ridden him like a woman possessed. 
He had simply brought out the real Sneha.

Still catching her breath, she whispered against his chest, “Why are you doing this way?”

“I’m just bringing out the sex appetite in you,” he replied calmly, stroking her hair. “You want more, Sneha. You’re confused… mixing your marital life with this hunger. I want you to be yourself in bed. Ask me whatever you want — I’ll do it. You do whatever I ask.”

He pinched her plump ass cheek hard.
“Hey, it’s paining!” she gasped.

He slapped the same spot twice, much harder. 
The sharp smacks echoed in the candlelit room, leaving red handprints on her soft, fair skin.

“Be my bitch in the bedroom…” he growled, “and I’ll be your slave.”

The words sent a fresh shiver straight to her cum-filled pussy. They affected her deeply — her clit throbbed again despite the exhaustion. But her heart quickly warned her: Don’t fall for his words. Just have sex and go out. Don’t get emotionally trapped.
He suddenly turned her onto her back, positioning himself between her spread thighs for another missionary round.

“No… we just did…” she protested weakly, her voice hoarse.

He showed her his cock — already rock hard again, glistening with their mixed juices. Then he picked up his phone, played a video, and held it in front of her. It showed a man sliding his dick between a woman’s breasts and fucking them.

“I want this,” he said.
“I’ve never done this,” she replied, eyes wide. “The position will be uncomfortable if you sit on my ribs…”

He smiled darkly. He dragged her further down the bed, straddled her torso carefully, and placed his thick, cum-slick cock between her two heavy, soft mangoes. Sneha hesitantly pressed her breasts together from both sides, creating a warm, pillowy tunnel around his shaft.

Gowtham started thrusting — slow at first, then faster, pressing her tits tighter around his cock. The head of his dick kept poking out near her chin with every stroke. The new sensation surprised her — the warmth, the friction, the way her own soft flesh jiggled around his hardness. Soft moans escaped her: “Mmm… ahh… it feels… different… strange but good…”

After nearly ten minutes of intense tit-fucking, Gowtham groaned loudly. He erupted — thick, white ropes of cum landing across her face, neck, and dripping onto her lips. He guided the tip to her open mouth exactly like in the video, feeding her the last few spurts. The salty taste filled her tongue.

He quickly moved down, positioned himself between her legs again, and thrust his still-hard cock deep back into her cum-soaked pussy in one smooth stroke.

He leaned down to kiss her. Sneha tried to pull away: “Wait…
But he kissed her anyway, tasting his own cum on her tongue. The kiss was deep. When he finally broke it, she gasped, “You are too nasty… it’s unhealthy.”

“We have to be nasty,” he whispered, thrusting deep and hard into her. “Break your barriers. Be yourself when you’re with me.”
As he said it, his thick cock penetrated her to the hilt again, stirring their mixed fluids inside her well-fucked pussy.

Sneha lay on his chest afterwards, completely spent, her mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure and conflicting emotions. Her body was still trembling lightly, pussy gently pulsing around him, full of his cum.

Gowtham stroked her messy hair tenderly and asked in a low, satisfied voice, “Do you like this? The newness?”
She could only slip out a soft, exhausted “Hmm…” still floating in the aftershocks of pleasure, too drained to form proper words.
He smiled and continued, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. “Baby… remember, when you are with me, you are my bitch and I am your slave. I will make sure you have your complete sexual awakening with me.”

Sneha didn’t say anything. She stayed silent, eyes half-closed.

Deep inside, her mind was already shifting. I need to sleep quickly… wake up early and get back to Suresh in the morning. She wanted to return to her husband, to the safety of her marriage, before the guilt could fully crash over her. But even as she thought that, her body remained pressed against Gowtham’s, warm, satisfied, and still secretly craving more.
Gowtham stroked her hair, a dark, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

He knew he had won tonight but he doesn't know her boundary is just becoming more stronger, as much as her libido getting stronger and more powerful.

Gowtham, unaware of the quiet steel forming in her heart, kissed the top of her head and held her closer, already planning the next time he would push her limits even further.

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LOL ?????


How the boundaries are getting more stronger if they are being pushed further away?


Sex was good. Some new positions and something new apart from that raw sex.



One most important question, when Gautam said that ask me anything, why didn't she ask him anything......

Now don't say that she was burning for sex. They don't started at that time. Why did she miss this opportunity.

Mental boundaries, she is not falling for his words. Or immediately attracted by it. She still stands there. What she promised with or agreed to Suresh. She cant say no or Yes as, she very well know this should be slowed down.

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Chapter 141 - The Midnight Confessions

The candles had long since burned out.

At 3 AM, the room was plunged into complete darkness. The faint scent of melted wax and rose petals still lingered in the air. Sneha stirred awake, her body heavy and thoroughly used. Gowtham’s muscular thigh was dbangd possessively over her leg, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist. His breathing was deep and steady.

She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, processing everything that had happened. The slow, torturous teasing. The way he had awakened every nerve in her body. The intense, passionate sex that had left her trembling and satisfied. A strange mix of guilt and lingering pleasure coursed through her.

With careful movements, she slowly slipped out from under his hold. Gowtham stirred slightly but didn’t wake. She sat on the edge of the bed, naked, and took a deep breath. Her nighty was somewhere on the floor. She found it, slipped it on, but couldn’t locate her bra or panties in the dark. She didn’t want to risk waking him by searching further.

Quietly, she walked out of the bedroom, across the petal-strewn hall, and gently shut the door behind her. She crossed to Suresh’s house, her bare feet silent on the cool floor.

The master bedroom door creaked softly as she opened it.

Suresh stirred immediately, waking from a light sleep. In the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, he saw her silhouette — hair messy, nighty slightly disheveled, fresh marks visible on her neck.

Sneha approached the bed. Without a word, she climbed in and hugged him from behind, pressing her body against his back.

Suresh chuckled softly, still half-asleep.

“Don’t hug me with your nasty body,” he teased, his voice playful.

Sneha fake-angered and hugged him tighter, then playfully bit his earlobe.
“Ahh!” Suresh yelped in pain, laughing. “Behave properly!”

He turned around in her arms, grinning. “Post-sex you’re biting my ears? I wonder if his dick is still there or half-bitten…”

She slapped his chest, laughing. “Idiot!”
are you suggesting im a sex freak?

She turned other side showing her back..

Yes you are a sex freak, and now go and take a bath he kicked on her ass playfully,

ouch.. she rubbed her ass cheek and said he slapped her twice and you are hurting here..
she tweaked her face in fake mockery


“Seems like you had fun,” he said teasingly. 
Don't sat you got something very new experience like last time.. 

Sneha laughed, then said, its actually new.. he was trying to trick me
Trick you? Suresh asked!

Yes he tried to be a romantic partner, flowers candles, etc etc.

Suresh pinched her nipple and said tell me fully idiot..

“It was… different tonight,” she said. “He had decorated the entire floor and bedroom with rose petals and candles. Romantic. Slow. He wasn’t rough like usual. He teased me for almost thirty minutes — his intent was simple, he deliberately slowed down and He kept edging me, making me beg.

So you begged? Suresh mocked
I'm helpless !! Sneha argued. 

Continue he said.. 

Actually his intention was to make me initiate rather than he does it to me, he succeeded in that. And slowly he tried to show something new in sex so he think i will be addicted to his newness. 

Oh what was it?

She paused, a little shy.
“He suggested we try 69… said he wants to explore more with me.
I told him I wasn’t comfortable with that yet.”

So you didn't try anything new?
Nope., she said with  lip biting smile, he tit fucked me. 

No husband in the world will enjoy her wife's confession like me.. 

That's why husband is special she said.. 

Suresh mockingly said, “I’m not doing it for free. 
Get ready to welcome the same when I get some chick to try the newness.”




She slapped his hand again. “I would cut yours if you try.”

He laughed. “Please be magnanimous like me.”
She looked at him with a mocking face.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“Hmmm,” she thought for a second. “Just sex after that… Oh, one thing — he said he wants me to be his bitch and he will be my slave. He said it twice.”

They both looked at each other… and suddenly burst into soft, shared laughter.


They laughed quietly together, foreheads touching, the tension finally breaking for a few precious seconds.

After the laughter faded, Sneha hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest.
she said Thanks sweetheart. 

after long pause, 
“Sorry,” she whispered. 
“Let me take a bath and come back clean.”

Suresh held her closer, refusing to let go.

“No need,” he said softly, his voice full of love and acceptance. 
“I’m accepting you for what you are. Your shame is my shame. 
Your dirty is my dirty. You don’t need to wash anything away from me.”

Sneha’s eyes welled up with fresh tears. 
She clung to him even tighter.

“I feel like I should end this drama,” 
she confessed. “No matter how thoroughly I was enjoying it… my heart says I have done enough.
I feel like I’ve hit saturation.”

Suresh looked at her, a small playful smile forming on his lips.
“Don’t you want to learn anything new from him?” 
he teased gently. “Especially that 69 position you mentioned…”

Sneha knew he was playing. She smirked, reached down, and pressed her hand firmly against his calm dick.

“What are you doing here as a Husband, if he is going to teach me everything?” 
she shot back, squeezing him lightly. “Tomorrow… teach me something new.”
his dick got an erection..
Suresh groaned softly at her touch, then laughed.

“Yes, my darling,” he said, voice husky. “I will.”
Im even ready now, but i want you to rest. 

After a moment, his tone turned more serious, though still gentle.

“I think we should stop for this week,” he said. “Strategically… let’s put an end to it, okay? Continue if he wants next week, but don’t take any initiative. If he forgets, let’s leave it. Don’t go by yourself.”




and pin some stories if he approach you this week. 

Sneha nodded, relief washing over her face.
I wanted the same. 

They didn’t sleep much after that. Instead, they stayed awake, joking, teasing each other, playing lightly — tickling, whispering silly things, laughing softly in the dark. The heaviness of the past weeks slowly lifted as they reconnected in the simplest, warmest way.

At 5:30 AM, they got ready for their morning walk — hand in hand, like the old days, stepping out into the cool dawn air together.

Meanwhile, Gowtham in his house…


Gowtham lay awake at 6.30 long after Sneha had left. 
He stared at the ceiling, replaying the night in his mind.

He had tried something new — romance, slow passion, teasing. 
And yet… she had still gone back to Suresh.

A dark determination settled over him.
She’s slipping away. I need to change my game.
but she is not buying it. 

It turned into irritation. 
He closed his eyes, calmed himself. 
A message came from Prakash
Come to office, lets raise together. 
The company needs you.. 

Gowtham mind gone back to what it is most important for him right now. 

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Chapter 142 - Morning Walk and Open Hearts


The morning sun was just beginning to warm the streets as Sneha and Suresh returned from their walk. 
Sneha suddenly winced and slowed down, her hand pressing against her thigh.

“My leg is paining,” she complained, halting near a small stone bench under a tree.
Suresh stopped and sat beside her, looking concerned but with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Just a few more minutes and we’ll reach home,” he said gently. 
“You can rest there.”

Sneha shook her head, stretching her leg carefully. 
“No… my thigh line is really hurting. I need to rest for a bit.”

Suresh couldn’t resist. 

A mischievous smile spread across his face.
“Why? it pains there?
Did he stretch you too much last night?”

Sneha’s eyes widened in mock anger. 
She slapped his arm hard.
“Shut up!” she hissed, though a shy smile betrayed her.

Suresh laughed softly, rubbing the spot she hit.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Sneha turned to him, her expression becoming more serious.
“Are you seeing any women?” 
she asked suddenly.
“Or… are you in a relationship with someone?”

Suresh was shocked! & Surprised.
“Why do you think so?”

Sneha looked at him earnestly.
“No husband in the world would do what you’re doing. 
I don’t know whether I should be happy or suspicious. 

What if you’re pushing me toward Gowtham so you can hook up with some bitch behind my back?”

Suresh laughed even louder, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Oh? So now you’re calling her a bitch?” he teased.

“You keep fucking Gowtham, but the moment I show even a little interest in fun, you call her a bitch?”
Sneha caught his shirt playfully, pretending to be angry.
“I got you! Who is she? Tell me!”

Suresh kept laughing, holding her hands gently.
“Unbelievable… Why are you so insecure? 
See, if I ever see anyone, I will tell you openly. I promise.”

Sneha still looked doubtful, but her expression softened into a playful pout.

She said...
If ever someone peak into our life, they would feel it our story like an unbelievable on
Like “I’m going to him, and you’re allowing it.”
And you are pitching me an idea to enjoy with some women.

Suresh laughed and then nodded calmly as he said
“That is called an open relationship
 It’s normal in some parts of Western countries.”


Oh, it looks good, right, peaceful, easy .. she said.

Suresh shook in disagreement. It's not what it looks like. 
It's unhealthy and Risky. 
Any relationship rides on trust. 
That would shatter it, Once you are in. 


A friend of my circle had a consensual swap with their friend, like they exchanged the wife, at least ours are situational, they are open, consensual played with boundaries and rules. You know what happened, after their first swap, the wife got doubt and kept checking on his husband's movements. The husband of other women, tried to take advantage of this women as he keep coming to his home for random reasons. 

Everyone's peace and bonding are shattered. And one of the couples is already divorced for the same reason. 

Don't think we had a smooth way...  
Did you forget, I was about to divorce you, after  I knew you sided with Gowtham.
In most of the cases it would lead to that. 

Imagine one having a perfect marital life, in my eyes it's always this , Saving yourself for your partner is the most beautiful thing.

The word immediately hit her.  
Do you despise me she asked with real worry. 

No way.. He put his arms around her, 
knowing what word had come out from his mouth. 

We are different, right from the start we are very vocal and open about in sex, we understand physical needs are just physical needs, we never take it as emotional need.  We had immense trust and bonding, so we tried every kink, every fantasy together in the past and with Gowtham now. We know each other deeply. Also we have control, control on ourselves, like even after a tempting night like that you had a control on yourself, so you came back. And on my part I understood your need like my need.  That's why we survive Gowtham. 

And Sneha it should be vice versa when I find a girl he winked at. 
Her face was not playful, she was seriously realizing how big a tide they came through.

Then his face turned into a serious tone.

Someone new trying this would only end in disaster. Unless a couple openly speaks to each other and sets boundaries.. Even in that case it could fail, Take even us for an example, after that hill trip, right after we got into such situation, we tried to make it better, we set boundaries and rules with Gowtham, what happened eventually we broke it and as a reason I was about to divorce you.. If someone not so tolerable or patient like me, got to stand in my place, he would even try to harm you or Gowtham. Luckily we survived a disaster. 


Fantasy has to be just a dream, that one can try role play but not in real life.  

It’s like those ‘caution — don’t try in real life’ warnings.”


They both laughed softly, the tension easing.

She looked at his watch and it was getting late.. 
“Shall I carry you?” Suresh asked, standing up.

“Will you be able to?” Sneha teased. “Gowtham would do it easily. I doubt you.” She teased
Suresh smirked, bent down, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms — bridal style. 
Sneha yelped in surprise, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He carried her for nearly five minutes, his face slowly turning red from the effort. 
Finally, Sneha laughed and patted his chest.
“Drop me, drop me! I can walk now.”

He set her down gently, both of them laughing as they continued home, hand in hand, playfully teasing each other like the old days.

---

Meanwhile…

Gowtham received a call while he was still in bed, replaying the previous night.

It was Prakash.

“Come to the office,” his boss said. 
“I’ve removed Rahul from all key positions.
A new HR will join soon.
I did it because he hid your resignation from me. We need you back.

Gowtham lost in thought, a new HR? 

[heygiwriter]

Guess who is the New HR?

[heygiwriter]

Let the guesses come with reasoning.. let me see who get it right!

[heygiwriter]

I know obvious doubt will be Suresh. 

Cant you guys think about an alternate choice, if not Suresh? who would be?

[heygiwriter]

The last update has opened up few things for sure.

1. In the 12 years of marriage, suresh had not been a romantic husband.
2. He never tried different positions
3. He never given any surprises to sneha like gowtham did
4. He never showed any videos
5. He never initiated sex
6. He understands his inadequacy added with ED. So he wants to keep his wife happy, so he intiiated something in the name of fantasy.
7. He knows that sneha cant be satisfied that easily. But keeping her happy by caring her would at least make her stay with him.
8. Suresh is CUCK definitely as he loves to see his wife with love bites and marks all over the body and face completely satisfied. He knows that he did not give her like that in his marriage. Not a single time.
9. Even if gowtham wants to leave, suresh will find some ways to make him stay. I guess it was suresh who asked prakash to give him double salary and retain. Only gowtham can give a great sex to his wife.
10. Suresh is worried inside that his weakness will come out. So he is playing safe like a caring husband and trying to push sneha to gowtham telling it is your wish and i will not stop. She also knows that she gets better sex from gowtham than from suresh.
11. It was not written whether suresh get erection seeing his wife coming home well fucked.
12. He pretends as if he hates these things and set rules not to touch him for 24 hours. He definitely like to hug her

I somtime suspect if you guys really read the stories, or you guys comment just to piss mee off.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 144 - Parallel Paths


The morning breakfast was simple but warm. Idlis, chutney, and hot filter coffee filled the table. Gowtham, as usual, leaned in and kissed Sneha on the lips before leaving — a quick but possessive kiss right in the kitchen.

Suresh only let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he looked at Sneha’s slightly flushed face from his dining table, when her eyes locked him.. 

After he left, The couple mocked each other as something like a casual play. 
“Goodbye,” Suresh said casually. 

“Today the Hands have a special meeting. We’re going there.”
“Good luck,” Sneha replied with a small smile.

---

At Gowtham’s Office

When Gowtham stepped into the company compound, the entire senior staff — including Prakash and Varsha — was already gathered in the parking lot. They were preparing to receive the new HR.

Gowtham raised an eyebrow. “Sir, the one coming as HR is just a staff member, right? Why are we welcoming them like this?”
Prakash shook his head. “No, they are not just staff. They are kind of higher-ups already. They are planning to hold a share in our company to run it smoother, so they are stepping in with this role temporarily.”

“Share?” Gowtham asked, surprised.
“Yes. The tender didn’t go well. Rahul crossed another line behind our back. They are stepping in to fund us. They know the reason is Rahul, so to watch operations closer. Instead of carrying an additional role like CFO or something, they graciously pitched to take the HR role. So we are here to welcome them.”

Prakash turned. “Varsha, where is the bouquet?”

That’s when Gowtham noticed her. Varsha’s face looked dull. She met his eyes a few times, her gaze asking him to speak with her. She looked like she was yearning for him.

Gowtham felt a strange pull but avoided her gaze and moved a step back.
Then a horn sounded. A sleek black Thar Jeep entered the company gate. As it reached the entrance, the door opened.
Prakash walked forward first, asking Varsha to follow with the bouquet.

“Welcome, Madam,” Prakash said warmly. “It’s an honor to work with you. I read about your electronics world success… I could not believe you wanted to work here and hold a share.”
Varsha handed over the bouquet. The lady took it gracefully.
“Ma’am, come, let’s go to the conference room.”

Prakash quickly added, “Hello Sir, please welcome the man who drove the Thar.”
They all moved toward the conference room. 
After pleasantries, Prakash stood on the mic.

“My dear staff and families, let me introduce our new HR — also a shareholder, Mrs. Mirna Vikram…”
The staffs clapped welcoming her. 

---

Same Time at V-Activate Group Headquarters

Aditya welcomed the 9 present Hands into the meeting room. 
Along with his core team and Vinodhini, there were a total of 15 people, including Viraj.
Aditya began the meeting.

“Let me introduce Suresh. He is one of us from now on.”

He looked around the room and said, but the meetings not for introducing, this is something more serious and important.
“I never conducted this meeting before, but the past few days the industry has been shifting rapidly. I fear we should not just aim at survival. Instead, we should lead the game.”

Aditya leaned forward.

“The main matter is — in the past 3 years we have only brought in 15 talents and 28 unique products. Nothing seems interesting anymore. Where are we losing out? I want to hear from the Hands’ perspective because you are working closest to your potential. I want to hear from you people.”

The meeting started. Everyone gave opinions and new methods, but nothing sounded convincing. One Hand even suggested, “We should give talent a 50% share so they will find even more new findings and share with us.”

Everything sounded absurd. Aditya felt frustrated, like he had ended up recruiting outdated thinkers. The technology they were suggesting seemed outdated too.

That’s when he noticed Suresh — quietly immersed in deep thought.
Aditya stopped the annoying speaker and called out, “Suresh, you are too lost in some thought. Are you thinking about anything useful for us?”

Suresh hesitated, then started speaking.
Yes sir, I have one.. But 

Go ahead, Aditya stressed. 
“I’m new. I don’t know if what I’m telling you will work, as I have not yet started my work fully as a Hand. I have not trailed anyone. So ignore if my suggestion is bad — credit it to my lack of experience.”

Aditya nodded. “Go ahead. I would appreciate it if you really have something…it is always better than nothing.”

Suresh began.
“The entire approach looks absurd and it won’t give results.”

Everyone in the room was stunned. Vinodhini even came near Suresh and whispered, “You can stop here. This is Aditya’s plan. How could it be absurd?”

Aditya stopped her and said, “Let him speak.”

Suresh continued confidently.

“I’m a marketing person. I’m telling this from that experience. When people ask me to sell their products, I don’t just display it — no one would buy it. Instead, I mislead them. I make them believe they are buying something, but I earn from something else.”
Aditya leaned forward, intrigued. “Can you elaborate?”

Suresh nodded.

“For example, I will say a shampoo — you buy it, I will give a detergent bar free for a combined price of 40 rupees. In reality, the detergent bar costs 10 rupees, shampoo 35 rupees. The customer thinks he’s getting both at an offer price, but in reality, I’m selling out my old stock. The detergent was stocked for a long time and nearing expiry, so I reduced my margin… but I sell both at a profit. For me, instead of returning the product, selling it out is my need.”

Aditya asked, “How do you compare this here and what measure are you suggesting?”
Suresh explained further.

“Take this room. We all know each other, except the new Hands. Let’s assume I know Vinodhini is talented. You know Vinodhini is talented. Let’s say this office boss is Viraj. Based on rating, Viraj suggests her to you and you ask me to befriend her and brainwash her to make a fresh start and get her funded by you. That’s how it works, right?”

Aditya nodded. “Yes.”

Suresh continued, “How do you know 9 of the Hands don’t have that talent? Just because we are not vocal and expressive like Vinodhini, do you think we don’t have talents? My point is we are overlooking people by only focusing on expressive employees who show off their talents and performance. We are ignoring people who are not expressive or don’t show out.”

Aditya asked, “How will you find them? If you are complaining, you should have a solution too. Can I hear that?”

“Yes,” he said. “That’s where the marketing stuff I mentioned connects.”
Aditya raised his hand. “Stop. It’s confusing for me right now.”
He leaned forward, genuinely intrigued.

“The first part — you said it’s about clearing old stock by using a misleading method. Fine, I understand the combo offer trick.
The second part — you said we are only choosing expressive people and might be missing real talent.

The third is a question: What if there is real talent that remains unexplored? How are you connecting all these?”
Suresh nodded respectfully.

“It’s different, but interconnected. Misleading is not just for sale. It’s for my hidden intent — to clear stock. The combo offer is a fake front for my real goal.

The intention of a Hand is actually to find talent without exposing our connection. We have three things to combine: Get real talent, especially those who cannot express themselves, without us directly asking — hiding our intent.
To make it possible, we need a combo offer.”

Aditya’s eyes narrowed with interest. “What was it?”
Suresh leaned forward slightly.

“Let’s give a circular to all the companies we fund. Tell the bosses to conduct an internal exam related to their work. Whoever passes it will get a bonus and salary hike as part of the company’s 45th anniversary celebration. This is the combo offer — something attractive and normal.

Now here is where I bring the hidden intent. Among 10-15 questions, we add one ‘Fun Question’: If you have a plan or idea to do something crazy that sounds like a real invention, what would it be? And lets say it has 10 Marks. The high mark, bonus, offer will intrigue them to write an honest answer. They wont realise its a trick of us to ask them directly do you have any invention ideas?!

The man with real vision will write his idea. The unexpressive one too will write. When it turns into words, it’s easy to spot the person with real intent. This way, hidden talents who are not expressive can be found without us revealing who we are.”
The room went silent.

Aditya stared at Suresh for a long moment… then a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
“You badass,” he said, almost laughing. “How did I miss you all these days?”

Vinodhini, Viraj, and the other senior members looked stunned. 
Even they hadn’t expected such a simple yet brilliant idea.
Aditya clapped once, loud and sharp.

“Vinodhini, get ready with the circulars. All the Hands — I hope you all have a hectic schedule after the interviews.”
He turned to Suresh, eyes gleaming with approval.

“Suresh, stay in the chair. We are going out. You are joining me for lunch.”

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Chapter 145 - New HR and Old Wounds


At Gowtham’s office, the morning had been filled with formalities and speeches. Mirna Vikram officially took charge as the new temporary HR and shareholder. She moved with quiet authority, her presence commanding respect from the moment she stepped in.

The first thing she noticed on her new desk were two resignation letters.
One from Gowtham.
One from Varsha.

Mirna’s sharp eyes narrowed. Prakash had already briefed her about how Rahul had played dirty games in the company — leaking tenders and crossing lines. Gowtham and Varsha were the ones who had exposed him. Their sudden resignations seemed highly suspicious.

Prakash was busy signing important documents for a smooth transfer of responsibilities. 
He had also spoken at length about Varsha’s struggles, asking Mirna to go soft on her if she made any missteps.
During his call to Mirna before she arrives. 

Varsha entered the cabin carrying refreshments. 
She placed the tray down politely.
“Ma’am, should I bring coffee or tea for the driver inside Prakash sir’s cabin?”

Mirna smiled faintly. He is not driver and Bharath prefers coffee. 
Just place it here. I’ll give it to him.”
Mirna apologized and gave her a tray with two cups of coffee. 

Varsha observed Mirna closely. 
She looked young, determined, and strikingly beautiful. The nuptial chain around her neck, the bindi on her forehead, and the slight lining of her stomach visible under the displaced pallu suggested she was married and a young mother. 

Could the man inside be her husband? Mirna wondered.
A few moments later, Bharath came out of Prakash’s cabin. He had a good, familiar talk with Mirna — they seemed too close, almost intimate. When Bharath left with the documents, Mirna called out to him, 
but he didn’t turn. 
He walked straight to the lift.

Varsha, looking worried, came back to ask.
“Ma’am, any issue? should i get sir.. 

Mirna said, yea I forgot my laptop in the Jeep. Need to get it.”
No worries mam give me a minute

Varsha quickly went back to her place to turn off the printer at her desk and hurried down via the lift. 
She didn’t notice Mirna had already left. even before she goes to turn of printer. 

As she reached the parking area, she froze.
Bharath gave a kiss on Mirna’s lips while she stood holding her laptop. 
It was brief but unmistakable.

Varsha hid behind a pillar, a small smile forming on her face. 
She went back to lift to go back..
Her heart ached for a second. 
Will some love like this ever happen for me? And 
ultimately, all the way to her thoughts,  Gowtham’s face flashed before her eyes.

---

The office routine continued. 
Time passed quickly.

Gowtham, buried in long-pending work, decided to stay late. 
Varsha, too, stayed back.

Mirna had left for the rooftop after receiving a call. 
A moment later, Varsha came to Gowtham’s desk, hesitation clear on her face.
She began, voice shaky.

“I’m resigning. I submitted the paper. 
You take back yours.”
Gowtham looked up, stunned.


“You are quitting because of me, right?
 It’s a harsh decision Gowtham. 
What will you do for your regular bills?
Sending money to your parents? 
How will you manage?”

Why do you care miss?
He doesn't want to tell her that he is not quitting as he felt its not a needed one

Varsha said you could suffer, you never know what it would look like. 
Varsha said, her voice breaking slightly. 
“Suffering is not a new thing for me.”

She then looked at HR Cabin and said you resigination letter is there on table right. 
Gowtham knows what it is..

She quickly went into the HR cabin, 
took Gowtham’s resignation letter despite his resistance, 
tore it into pieces, and threw it in the dustbin.

Mirna, who had come back to take her mobile charger, noticed everything. 
She didn’t say a word. 
She looked at the torn letter and realized it was Gowtham’s. 
Gowtham and Varsha was shocked when they saw Mirna entered Cabin. 

She quietly went back to the rooftop, seeming lost in another storm of her own.

Gowtham left a deep breath, seeing Mirna was not bothered by their action.

After seeing Mirna is out of sight..
Gowtham pulled Varsha's hand and said
“You don’t have any fucking rights in my decisions. 
You are not in my life. Get lost.”

Few minutes later, 
He took his belongings and left the office.

Varsha sat on her chair, a cloud of tears welling up in her eyes. 
She couldn’t bear it. She drank some water, then remembered the new HR had seen them. 
She worried what if Mirna took action or informed Prakash.
She decided to meet her and apologize.

She climbed the stairs to the rooftop. As she reached the open shed pantry area, Mirna was sitting alone. 
As Varsha got closer, she realized Mirna was in tears.
It looked like she had just cut off a call with someone.

Mirna quickly wiped her tears when she saw Varsha.
Varsha asked softly, “Ma’am, sorry… what happened? Prakash uncle said you are a stronger person.. but you are …”

Mirna suddenly smiled through her tears, a small, tired laughter escaping her.
“Just marriage stuff. Husband and wife misunderstanding and other equations. 
Anyway, it’s personal.”

Varsha was surprised. H
ow can a husband who kissed her in the parking lot suddenly fight with her? 
Is this how marriage works? she asked herself.

Mirna, noticing Varsha’s puzzled look, asked, 
“What about you? you are having those lovey-dovey fights?”

Varsha hesitated. “Ma’am?”
“I saw you with Gowtham.
In my cabin.
You two were playing with resignation letters.”

Varsha hesitatingly said, “No ma’am, just a colleague…”
Mirna corrected her gently. “I don’t see it like that. Your uncle told me about your condition. Yet you submitted your resignation, thinking if you quit, he will continue here. I heard it.. 

You are ready to suffer yourself so he can lead a good life. 
You reminded me of myself a few years back. 
I was there once. It’s worth it.”
She smiled recounting the old days.. 
Anyways that's personnal and differs from person to person. 

Varsha smiled a bit, embarrassed.
Then she hesitatingly asked, “Your husband just came in the morning with you… now he is fighting with you?”
Mirna smiled and said, The person who came with me in the morning?
“He is my friend Bharath. He is not my husband.”

It shook Varsha. She wanted to ask why she allowed him to kiss her then, but didn’t want to overstep.

Mirna then told her, “I excuse the lovers’ drama now.
I don’t want it to repeat from tomorrow.”
She patted Varsha’s shoulder and went down.

As Varsha too got ready to leave, she saw the Thar arrive and pick up Mirna. 
They drove off like a couple.

---

3 km away…

Gowtham was riding his bike, the same memories of Varsha telling him she was resigning playing in his mind.
Something struck him hard.
She already needed a lot of money. 
She had already risked being touched by Rahul for the same reason. 
Why was she willing to quit? 
Because of me, thinking i would suffer..?
Why was she worried that i would struggle?
The bold, unbothered, selfish woman was dropping her attitude for me?.
Does she love me? The thought stuck in his mind.

A mild smile appears near his lips.
She loves me? Did she falls for a no man like me?

He wanted to stop the bike and return to the office.
To ask her again clearly.. 

But before he could, a car hit him from behind, causing him to drift.
His leg slammed against the wall. 

The car didn’t stop — it raced away.
Rahul, who was driving it, had a cold laugh.

“You asshole… you are the reason why Prakash pushed me.”
He smirked and sped off into the night.


A big crowd gathered quickly. 
Fifteen minutes later, an ambulance arrived.

Due to the accident, the road got stuck with traffic,
every vehicle moves slowly in snail pace. 


Varsha, who was in one of the bus heading home, 
looked out the window at the accident scene. 
The heavily damaged bike looked painfully familiar — the same model Gowtham rode.

Did he reach home safe?
A strange worry hit, her.

She tried to call him but stopped herself, fearing it would irritate him. 
She kept her mobile back in her purse.

[heygiwriter]

Good night

[heygiwriter]

Victory.. i won't say, why?

why

[heygiwriter]

Felt this chapter was written in a hurry. 

~RCF

Sorry realised its a mistake while typing. 

Yes its Varsha who is Observing Mirna.. 

1. Why thinking only one can work here..// You mistook it , the narrative is that, Varsha started believing, Gowtham is moving or leaving because of her.. She thinks, to stop him, its better for her to leave. 

2. Yes Varsha displaying her extreme because, Gowtham's frequent absence in company is just pushing to that.. internally she did not want Gowtham to suffer anything.. 

Her behavior is attributed to his absence, rejection and sudden coldness towards her.  This where you can see her character arc.