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Chapter 156 - The Breaking Point & New Beginnings

The drive back from the hospital was suffocatingly silent.

Gowtham sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing at Sneha. 

She drove with her eyes fixed on the road, jaw tight, not even acknowledging his presence. 
The weight of his earlier words hung between them like poison.

Gowtham realized something was wrong, and he knows his 'slut' word would have hurt her. 
He thought as time passes, she would come out of her internal storm. 

After a few minutes, Gowtham placed his hand on her thigh, testing the waters. Sneha didn’t react. 
He knows it, it was a temporary anger, and he still had her control. 
Encouraged, his hand slowly moved higher, sliding under the edge of her saree, then boldly moved up to cup her breast over the fabric. 
He gave it a soft, possessive squeeze.

but she looked unaffected, she didn't say yes or no, stop it or want it. NO reaction.
Gowtham got alarmed, 

“What happened?” he asked with a mild worry.
“You’re still angry on me?”

Sneha’s voice came out cold and sharp, without looking at him.
“Sluts won’t question back, right? 
They just allow others to enjoy them.”

Gowtham’s hand froze on her breast. 
He realized how ugly those words had sounded outside the heat of the moment.
He quickly pulled his hand back.

“Don’t take it seriously, Sneha. I said that in the heat of the moment… didn't i used such words when we were in a sexual mood or in middle of intercourse.. I don’t know why you got so offended. 

Anyway if that has hurted you I’m sorry.”

Gowtham knows how to change his stance, mood with respect to scenarios. Like a perfect chameleon. 

Sneha didn’t reply. Her silence was louder than any shout.

Gowtham very well knows Sneha is not someone who could travel a long path with him.. He has Varsha now, a women who is bold, and can do anything for survival, yet choose Gowtham over anything. Young beautiful charming. In his eyes, Varsha and Sneha were like two differently shaped golds and he gonna possess it and one of them will be his forever treasure. 

That's a reasons he could not let go Sneha. 
He decided to cool things down for now. 

He neatly apologized, projected it as a moment of heat to cool down. 
He thought 
Let her calm herself. She always came back eventually.

But what he doesn't know is the word had affected her deeply, exactly the time when she was between husband and him. When he cheated causing a pain and the other person said slut. She felt unworthy , less appealing in front of Suresh and a object of pleasure in eyes of Gowtham. That had hurt her. 

Ever since she know Suresh had slept with a model, out of anger she avoided him, she acted before Ramya, now Ramya will be gone in morning with Suresh. She feared to face Suresh alone, she doesn't like to accept reality of her husband had cheated her.. she herself know she had been actively involved in sex with Gowtham, she was not clean but Suresh doing had completely affected her. She know its a hypocrisy but the pain, it doesn't go away. 

She had to let it go her angry by involving with Gowtham again, she know its not justification but she wanted to feel herself valued, better and no way lesser than the model. Jealousy , anger, mixed with fear and helplessness. her mind kept playing all the recent things in head as she drove. 

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As they reached the apartment, 

Sneha was surprised to see Ramya still in the house. 
at she saw near the entrance two packed suitcases were kept.

For a moment panic surged her, is Suresh leaving me, taking daughter away from her. 
did id overdid the nights after he said me the truth. 

Suresh seemed missing in the hall. 
Gowtham too surprised to see the changes in hall. 

Before she could ask Ramya, Suresh stepped out — dressed casually in a shirt and jeans, looking refreshed.
He didnt speak to her instead, he looked at Gowtham. 

He began
“Gowtham,”

“we’re going for a family trip. 
I guess you can manage yourself now. 
Pack your things and go back to your house.
i mean in an hour as we may need to go in 2 hours.”

Sneha blinked. 
“You didn’t tell me anything about this…”

Suresh smiled gently. “Company offered a 5-day stay at Vizag and a few other places.
I have a work there for  a day, rest of 4 days i will spend with both of you.
Ramya needs a break from her monotonous hostel and home life.
We’re leaving in two hours.”

Ramya jumped excitedly. “Mummy! We’re going in a new car!”
“New car?” Sneha asked, surprised.

Suresh nodded. “The company car. Our old one wouldn’t be comfortable for a long trip, so I requested management, as the trip also had official visit. 

Suresh lied... In reality, that morning Suresh had called Aditya and openly told him about the tension with Sneha. Aditya had arranged everything — resort bookings, itinerary, and even sent one of his luxurious Mercedes-Benz GLC through a driver and he texted him later: “Give her a new experience. Take the kid. Kids become the bridge when adults fight. The rest is in your hands.”

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Gowtham stood there awkwardly, realizing he was being asked to leave immediately. 
With a forced smile, he picked up his belongings and walked back to his own house without another word.

Sneha had no time to process anything. 
Suresh kept her busy — helping with packing, loading the luggage, and gently pushing her to get ready. 
He didn’t give her space to overthink or bring up what happened with Gowtham.
And she too have no time protesting or questioning over it as she doesn't want to hurt the enthusiastic Ramya. 

When they came down to the parking area, Sneha’s mouth fell open at the sight of the sleek, premium Mercedes GLC.
“You really asked for this car… and they gave it?” she asked, stunned.

I just liked before Gowtham, i Didn't ask, it came in my way

What? 
Suresh just smiled. “I told you… Aditya is a friend for me now.”

Sneha’s mind raced. 
Why is this man pushing so much on Suresh? First the gift of a woman, now this luxury car… I need to make Suresh cut this friendship.

But before she could say anything, Suresh gently guided her to the passenger seat. While she wanted to enter back seat.
Ramya happily sat in the back. Suresh started the powerful engine, and the car purred to life.

As they drove out of the apartment complex, 
Sneha looked back once the place was filled with all sort of commotions, troubles, betrayals they faced. 
her wanted a break too. A time to think
A time to recover. 

This trip… I will use it for me, to recover, to rebuilt.

Suresh glanced at her, placed his hand over hers on the gear lever, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Ready for a new start?” he asked softly.

Sneha looked at him, then at Ramya singing in the back seat, and nodded for her.
“Yes. Daddy, Turn on the music player..”

The Mercedes smoothly merged onto the highway, carrying a broken but healing family toward the sea

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No wonder some people are thinking VinodV and Heygi are one and the same. :D

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Chapter 157 - Practical Hearts & Quiet Goodbyes

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Gowtham stood alone in his small house, the silence pressing in after Suresh, Sneha, and Ramya had left for their trip. He moved slowly, still limping slightly, as he picked up the thick file Varsha had given him at the hospital.

He sat on the edge of his bed and began flipping through the pages. Market research, financial projections, competitor analysis, investor pitch decks — everything was neatly organized. There were even handwritten notes in the margins with sharp, practical suggestions. It wasn’t perfect — she clearly lacked real-world startup experience — but the effort, the intelligence, and the care behind it were undeniable.

A strange warmth settled in his chest.
She did all this for me.

He thought about Varsha — bold, ruthless when needed, yet willing to put in silent, tireless work without expecting anything in return. Marrying a beautiful girl was one thing… but marrying a sharp, ambitious mind who could actually build something with him? That felt rare. Valuable.
Even people who claim to love each other deeply don’t always do things like this, he realized. Varsha had chosen action over words.

A quiet decision settled in him.
I won’t let her go. No matter what.

He closed the file, stood up with renewed energy, and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was messy, his face tired. 
He needed to look sharp again.

He decided to go for a hair cute, as he wanted to appear before her fresh — ready to start something real.
He will be joining office tomorrow after 40+ days

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Meanwhile, at the office, the evening felt heavier than usual.

Mirna’s one-month tenure as interim HR and shareholder was ending today.

Varsha who had been attached too much to Mirna,  could not leave her alone, she quietly tagged alone, even in the morning, she compelled Mirna to accompany her to hospital. 

The entire day at office, she was working on handing over responsibilities, The company is going smooth and in the zone they expect, so Mirna decided to go back Chennai.  A new person joined in her place. 

Varsha had stayed back longer than necessary, helping with final files, dragging out every small task just to spend a few more minutes with her.
When the clock struck 7 PM, Varsha couldn’t hold it in anymore.

She walked up to Mirna with a small gift-wrapped box in her hands.
Her eyes were already glistening.

Mirna looked up and smiled softly. “What’s this?”
Varsha’s voice cracked slightly as she placed the gift on the table.

“I… I just wanted to say thank you. For everything. You didn’t just guide me at work. 
You pulled me back when I was losing myself. You mentored me, advised me, and stood like an elder sister when I needed it most.
I don’t know where I would have been without you.”

Mirna’s eyes softened. She stood up and gently wiped the tear that had escaped Varsha’s eye.

“You were already strong, Varsha. You just got lost for a while. 
I’m glad I could help you find your way back.”
Varsha hugged her tightly, unable to hold back.

“I feel like my family is leaving all of a sudden. Prakash sir is mostly out now… and now you’re going back to Chennai. 
I never saw you as just a boss or HR. 
You were always like an elder sister to me.”

Mirna chuckled warmly, hugging her back.
“Don't keep seeing me as your elder sister it sounds like i'm too old!”

They both laughed.

Varsha prepared a coffee at pantry section, as a farewell coffee. 
They chatted freely for few minutes, and they started back to parking area. 

As she was about to leave, Varsha called her, Madam. !!!

Mirna looked at her and asked what?

Varsha hesitated, then asked if you dont mind shall i ask you one question?
Mirna: Go ahead?

Varsha then asked. the question that had been bothering her for long time. 

I know you are gold, and you love your husband, right? Then how… how are you so close with Bharath? I saw you two kissing once. Im not judging you, i know you would have reasons. My worry is.... What if Vikram finds out one day?”

Mirna’s face tightened for a brief second, then she let out a long breath and smiled mysteriously.
“He knows.”
He knows already!

Varsha’s eyes widened in shock. “He… knows?”
Mirna nodded, her expression calm.

“My story is complicated… but it’s not messy. It’s actually quite beautiful in its own way. 
When right time comes, I may tell you!”

She then took a box from the bag she is carrying. 
She handed Varsha a brand-new mobile phone as a parting gift.

You bought gift for me? you thought about me?
Yes for my cute little sister!

“Take care of yourself. At work, be bold. 
At home, guard your heart. 
Don’t let emotions win over your mind completely.”

Varsha nodded, tears flowing freely now.
They walked together to the parking area. 

Bharath was already waiting in his car. He smiled politely at Varsha.
Varsha stood there, heart heavy, watching Mirna get into the car. 
As the vehicle moved away, she whispered to herself,
“Thank you… for everything.”

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Chapter 158 - Small Comforts on the Road

The drive had stretched nearly seven hours. The highway stretched endlessly ahead, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the road. Sneha sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the passing fields and distant hills. She hadn’t spoken more than a few words since they left Bangalore. The hurt from Suresh's betrayal and the fresh Gowtham’s cruel comment still sat like a stone in her chest.

Suresh drove steadily, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally resting on the gear lever. He kept stealing soft glances at her. He noticed how she kept stretching her neck, rubbing her left shoulder, and shifting uncomfortably in the seat. The long journey was clearly taking its toll on her body.

Without saying a word, he slowed the car and pulled over at a quiet, shaded spot beside the highway — a small patch of green with a few trees offering relief from the sun. He switched off the engine.

“Come,” he said gently.

He stepped out, walked around to her side, and opened the door. Sneha looked up at him, surprised but too tired to resist. Suresh adjusted her seat to recline slightly, then reached into the glovebox and took out a small bottle of pain-relief ointment.

He stood beside her, his hands warm and careful as he began massaging her shoulders and the back of her neck. His fingers worked in slow, firm circles, pressing out the knots that had built up from hours of sitting. The scent of the ointment mixed with the fresh air. Sneha closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the tension slowly began to melt under his touch.

“Twenty minutes,” Suresh murmured. “We’ll rest here. It’ll get worse if we keep going like this.”

After the massage, he took a cold water bottle, wrapped it in a thin cloth, and gently pressed it against her neck and shoulder. The cool relief made her relax further. For the first time in hours, the tight line between her brows softened.



A little later, Suresh stopped at a clean roadside café. He returned with her favorite chilled mango drink and a packet of the spicy masala chips she always loved. He handed them to her without making it emotional — just quiet, thoughtful care.

Sneha took them, her fingers brushing his. She looked at him for a moment, something soft flickering in her eyes, before turning to sip her drink.

They reached the beautiful beachfront resort in Vijayawada around 9:30 PM. Aditya had arranged a spacious, luxurious villa with a private balcony overlooking the sea. The moment they stepped inside, Ramya’s excitement filled the room as she ran around exploring.


Suresh made sure everything was comfortable. He ordered room service — light, comforting food for all three of them. When the trays arrived, he personally fed both Sneha and Ramya, especially helping Sneha because her neck was still stiff and painful. His movements were patient and caring, cutting food for her, making sure she ate slowly.

Later, as Ramya fell asleep between them in the large bed, Suresh turned toward Sneha in the dim lamplight. He gently massaged her shoulder again and whispered,

Sneha didn’t reply, but she didn’t move away either. She still carried anger and hurt inside
“Sleep well.


The Next Morning


After a peaceful breakfast at the resort, they ventured out into the bustling local street market. Ramya was overjoyed, holding Suresh’s hand tightly and pointing excitedly at every colorful stall — toys, sweets, and bright clothes. The narrow lanes were packed with people, vendors shouting, and the rich smell of street food hanging in the air.

Sneha walked beside them, trying to lose herself in the lively atmosphere. She stopped at a small shop selling handmade earrings, picking up a pair of delicate silver jhumkas. They were beautiful. For a moment, she smiled softly.

Suresh noticed and moved closer behind her, one hand lightly resting on her waist to keep her steady in the growing crowd. When she hesitated at the price, he quietly paid for them without a word and slipped the small packet into her hand with a gentle, reassuring smile. Suresh was trying his every best to stay with her, calm her and make her understand, he doesn't choose to betray, it happened without his will. For her to listen first, he needs to stick with her no matter how her anger is .

A few minutes later, while Sneha was admiring bangles at another crowded stall, disaster struck.

The crowd suddenly surged forward like a wave — someone pushed hard from behind, and people started shouting. In an instant, Sneha was separated from Suresh and Ramya. The sea of bodies swallowed her. Panic exploded in her chest.

Where are they?
Her heart hammered wildly.  

The fear was irrational, the thought of being lost in this chaotic crowd made her throat tighten. 
For more than 5 minutes she could not spot them.

Full of dust and people...

Her hands trembled as she pushed through people, eyes desperately scanning for them.
“Suresh… Ramya!”

Just as tears stung her eyes, a strong, familiar hand caught hers firmly.

Suresh was there.

He pulled her back through the crowd with surprising strength, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her tightly against his side. Ramya was safely perched on his shoulders, still laughing innocently at the chaos around them.

Sneha looked up at him, breathing fast, her eyes wide with lingering fear. Suresh’s grip was solid, protective, and unwavering. He didn’t say anything dramatic — he simply held her closer, his thumb gently stroking her waist as if to say, I’ wont loose you.. How big the chaos may be... I’ve got you.

In that noisy, chaotic street filled with strangers and shouting vendors, 
Sneha felt her racing heart slowly begin to calm.
Safe.
Protected.

She gently interlocked her fingers with his and held on tightly, refusing to let go. For the first time since the hurt, something deep inside her chest began to soften — just a little.

For a terrifying second, something crossed her mind. 
What if they disappear?
What if I lose them even for a moment? 
What if Suresh takes Ramya and leaves me here

The fear that had gripped her slowly melted into a quiet, warm relief as she leaned into Suresh’s side, letting him guide her through the crowd.

[heygiwriter]

Vijayawada may be replaced with Visakhapatnam/Vizag in the story text!

Good chapter - but still worried about how Gautham might win her over again after those four days.

Vizag is destination, they are halting at vijayawada ..

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Chapter 159 - Practical Dreams & Hesitant Hearts


The sixth week began with Gowtham stepping back into the office after more than 40 days. He didn't expect some changes, but nothing prepared him for what he saw.

The familiar setup was gone. Prakash was nowhere in sight. Mirna had already left. A new face — Madhesh — sat in the main operations cabin like he owned the place. Varsha was running between desks, handling both her own work and temporary HR responsibilities.

And the arrangements in the office were unique. He felt like he entered a new place where he couldn’t recognize anything, and  his old team was not in the visible arena. 

Gowtham’s jaw tightened as he walked in. What the hell happened here?

He sat at his desk and the first thing he noticed was his user ID was locked. It had never happened before. He went straight to Madhesh’s cabin to address the issue. Madhesh coldly responded, he needs to submit all relevant documents like medical reports, doctor letter to resume work. 

Gowtham tried his best to explain his worth in the company and who accused Madhesh was ridiculing and questioning a company's best asset person like him. Madhesh was not bothered by his arrogance or attitude or accusation. He responded like he is following new protocols, all your facilities end with Prakash tenure. Gowtham was irked.. He said the old boss, Prakash, assured him double the salary at the hospital and also paid leave amount which should have been credited by now. Let me clarify before resuming the work.  

Madhesh barely looked up from his laptop.

“I don’t know anything about that,” he said flatly. “No one instructed me. You’ll continue on your existing package until higher management decides.”

Gowtham’s temper flared. “Prakash sir personally promised me. This is unfair.”

Madhesh leaned back, unimpressed. “ If you have issues, put it in writing. I’m not here to entertain verbal promises.”
The rift was instant. Gowtham stormed out, furious.

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During lunch, he sat with Varsha in a quiet corner of the pantry. He was still seething.

“Nothing feels right anymore,” he complained. “New arrogant manager, half the old team gone, and now you’re acting as HR? This place is falling apart.”

Varsha stirred her curd rice calmly.

“I only found out this morning when Mirna asked me to handle HR until a full-time person joins. Madhesh was originally supposed to handle both, but he refused the HR part. So I’m managing for now.”
Gowtham exhaled heavily, rubbing his temple.

“I just wanted things to feel normal again.”

How could this idiot not know I'm the best asset here and see how he treats me?

Varsha said, didn't you see how the company is progressing in less than a month.. The company is shifting. Ever since Mirna took charge, she changed the eco system. The company is no more dependent on a single person or in fact any person for the record. 

The results are right before your eyes. 

Gowtham out of frustration said.. I dont know, months back i wanted to prove the world who iam, i wanted to earn a lot, stand on my own. Get every fucking things a rich person should get, i mean im becoming rich.. 

The actual reason why i tried to quit is i wanted to get started with new startup idea with a friend, but he tried to sold my idea, i came back, thats when an accident happen, when Prakash promised me double the pay, i thought that could allow me to save money for the startup sometimes soon. Now back to one.

Don't worry, you can still start it. 
How?

Just believe in yourself, I believe you.. You have to believe in yourself.
Gowtham sat like he had no interest in anything.. 

Varsha looked at him for a long moment, then said softly, “Come with me in the evening. I have to show you something.”
Gowtham raised an eyebrow, curious despite his mood. “What is it?”
“You’ll see.”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of curiosity and irritation for Gowtham.

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That evening, they left the office early. Varsha led him just one kilometer away to a quiet residential area. She stopped in front of a small but neat ground-floor flat that looked recently vacated.

“This can be converted into an office space,” she said simply.

Gowtham stared at the place, stunned and puzzled.
Varsha: What are you looking at, this is for our startup.

“Varsha… this feels too fast. How will I take this office just like that? I’m already pissed with the new manager. I have very little savings left. I don’t even know if I’ll get the paid leave Prakash promised. I’ve only thought about the startup idea — we need real funds, more money…”

Varsha turned to him, calm and determined.

“What’s your problem? Money, right?”

She took out her phone and showed him her bank balance — nearly five lakhs.

“I saved this over the years. No one in my family knows. It was for my sister’s education fees. We can use this to rent this place, buy basic furniture, and start small. I’ll bring my PC from home. You have your laptop. We can hire two juniors on a low salary to begin with. We ran it on trial for six months. The money should be enough to survive the initial phase.”

Once the project gets kicked in. We will earn money. 
Gowtham was genuinely shocked.

“Are you mad? Why would you spend money saved for your sister on this? What if we lose everything?”
Varsha smiled softly, but there was steel in her eyes.

“We won’t lose it. Even if we do… it’s just money I hid. Let it be. We can use this to rent the place, I’ll use my contacts to get initial work. Let’s start. I trust your model — it will sell for sure.”
Gowtham shook his head, overwhelmed.

“No, Varsha. It won’t work. It’s too risky. I can’t let you do this.”

Even if we agree to this, think practically, the amount i earn and you earn are just enough to meet the needs of our family. If we get here all of sudden, how will we provide for the family?

Varsha stepped closer, her voice firm but gentle.

“Then don’t quit the company yet, Let that salary keep coming in to stabilize family needs. Run the startup in the evenings and nights. That income lets us recycle it for Startup growth.  We can rotate shifts. Alternate days we’ll be here in the nights. 

No Varsha, it's too fast, we cannot make decisions in a day. I feel we should wait. 
I know it’s fast… but how long do you want to wait? 

Gowtham's face was like he was not sure. He had sudden fear about withdrawing from his comfort zone.
Varsha understood it and asked .

Okay lets assume we are pausing this, but for how long?

Till Next week? Next month? Next year? In this competitive world, can you guarantee no one else will think of the same idea? We have to move fast.”

Gowtham looked at her — really looked.
The girl who once rejected him so brutally was now standing here, offering her hard-earned savings, her time, and her belief in him.

All he could see was her love for him.. Did I deserve her? A woman who did every trick to earn money, who once rejected him for a better lifestyle, today decided to lend her hard earned money to him. Chosen to travel a tough path struggling together to build a company together, without any clause or expecting any return except for love. 

Did I really deserve her?
For the first time in weeks, something shifted deep inside him.

He didn’t answer immediately. But the seed had been planted.
Just give me a day, Varsha. 

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Chapter 159 - Midnight Promises on the Shore

The drive to Vizag had been long, yet strangely soothing. Ramya’s infectious energy filled the car as she danced in her seat to every song, pulling Sneha out of the dark spiral of her thoughts. For a few precious hours, Sneha laughed—really laughed—joining her daughter in silly off-key singing. The fear and anger that had been choking her slowly loosened their grip.

By 9 PM, they arrived at the luxurious private beach resort Aditya had arranged. The villa was breathtaking: elegant, spacious, with glass doors opening directly onto the sand. Ramya, thrilled but exhausted, barely made it through a light dinner before collapsing in the middle of the huge bed, her small body sprawled like she owned the world.

Suresh and Sneha stepped out onto the private balcony. The cool sea breeze kissed their skin, carrying the rhythmic hush of waves. For a moment, they stood in silence, side by side, the vast darkness of the ocean stretching before them.

“I have plans for tomorrow,” Suresh said softly, glancing at her. He was testing the waters, afraid she might explode if he went straight to what truly mattered. So he spoke of safe things—parks, a wildlife sanctuary, quiet beaches, and hidden viewpoints they could show Ramya.

Sneha listened quietly, nodding at the right moments. But inside, a storm was brewing. The image of getting lost in the crowd earlier that day still haunted her. In those terrifying seconds, she had felt the terrifying possibility of losing them—of losing everything. She didn’t want anger to steal what remained of her family. She wanted to scream, to cry, to fight, and to understand. Tonight. All of it had to end tonight.

When they had finalized the next day’s itinerary, an awkward silence settled between them. Suresh glanced back at the villa. Ramya was fast asleep. He didn’t want raised voices to wake her. Especially he doesnt want Ramya to hear any adult talks.

“Let’s walk outside for a bit.”



he suggested gently.


Sneha nodded. They slipped off their shoes and stepped onto the cool sand. Moonlight painted silver ribbons across the black water. They walked slowly until Suresh stopped near the gentle lapping waves.


He turned to her, his face open and vulnerable.



“I need to speak with you, Sneha. Properly.”



She crossed her arms, holding herself together.

The wound from his confession about Henika still throbbed inside her chest.



Suresh took a deep breath, his voice low and raw.


“I’m sorry, Sneha. I guess you totally misunderstood. 
What happened with Henika… it was never planned or happened with my wish.
I don't even know what is going to happen  even a 5 minutes before that. 
I swear on our life together.
I never wanted to do anything behind your back.”

Sneha’s jaw tightened. The words she had held back for days finally broke free.

“Drop the act, Suresh. You once asked me to be ‘magnanimous’ if you ever hooked up with someone. My suspicion then was just playful one. But you actually did it.”


“No, Sneha. That’s not—”


“I don’t know how I would prove it to you,” he continued, sounding desperate. 

“Let me call Aditya. He’ll tell you what really happened. 
He’s the one who pushed me into that room and locked me in with Henika.”

“Oh,” Sneha responded, her tone dripping with disbelief.

Suresh pressed on, his voice full of regret.
Wont you believe even he tells you over phone. 

As he spoke he typed a message to Aditya call me when you got free, my wife is no believing what i told her.. that you pushed me...


Sneha said, He is your friend now, who gifts you women, imported cars. 
Wont he lie for you?

Shit i Should have told you before i fucked her.

Sneha stayed silent for a moment, then gave a small, playfully angry huff.


“So you think the only issue is that you didn’t tell me in advance?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, her tone sharp but not cold. “That’s your justification?”

Suresh looked at her earnestly.

“Yeah… aren’t we supposed to be an open couple?”

Sneha’s voice rose with emotion.



“Suresh, wait. When did I ever agree to you having sex outside? I have never agreed to share you with others.”

Suresh looked taken aback.



“What?”

“I never agreed to share you,” she repeated firmly. 

“You’re getting outside with Gowtham, why not me?” he countered.



Sneha shook her head, pain flashing across her face.

I got you... 



“I know you will come there. I never did anything behind your back. My relationship with Gowtham started because of unexpected situations. We were aware something was happening. By the end of the day, you knew it. 



What you did is totally opposite. I had no idea. I believed you were at a business meeting, but you had sex with a model and hid it from me for three days. 



Do you think I would welcome you with a warm hug when you tell me you slept with someone?”



She took a shaky breath, her eyes welling up.


“Did you realize now why I’m angry? 
You look clueless Suresh 

and you are speaking about telling me in advance? like you are going to fuck someone. 

See about Gowtham and my sexual doing with him, i consult with you, i discuss with you. I let you know what i think, i involve you in decision making. 

What you did is i never know such partner exists and you never involved me in it. what you are trying to say that you failed is passing an information. 

There is a difference between involving in decision and just passing information. I may done similar to that before, but we have learned hard lessons right, but you forget it conveniently when you got a women. 

I was so hurt when you told me. It felt like betrayal. 

There are only two reasons I can think of — either you didn’t value or respect me enough to discuss it with me first, or you thought of me so low, like a slut, that you didn’t see the need to tell me. 

and that Lie  

“You want me to believe that? You went for a meeting, saw a model, the door got locked, and you fucked her in a few minutes? Is that even believable?”

“No, Sneha. I’m telling you the truth — I was never aware such a situation would arise. It was all of a sudden.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks. Suresh squeezed her hands.

“You have to believe me. That’s the only truth.”

“I too wanted to believe…” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose what we have, Suresh. I’m tired of secrets and pain. If we’re going to be open, then let’s really be open. No more doing things behind each other’s backs. Even if it’s hard. Even if it’s uncomfortable. We talk first. Don’t even lie to me. I’m ready to excuse your lie… but you must agree to it and come clean.”

At that moment, Suresh’s phone rang. It was Aditya. He hesitated, but Sneha signaled him to attend. Aditya quickly sent a CCTV clip and told him to put all the blame on him if needed, then hung up.


Suresh opened the video and showed it to her. The footage clearly showed Aditya announcing a “gift,” pushing Suresh into the room along with Henika, and locking the door behind him.

Sneha watched silently, then looked at her husband.



“So you didn’t initiate it. 

It was all Aditya’s idea,” 

she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. 

“A very good friend.”

“Do you believe me now?” Suresh asked softly.

Sneha sighed. “Still”

Suresh didn’t wait any longer. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. He kissed her lips deeply. She faked a resistance but she allowed him..  After a long moment, he pulled back.

“Stop the drama, Sneha,” he said, though his voice was gentle. 

“What do you really want? 

Don’t you realise your anger is unwanted? 

I’m always yours, and you’re always mine. 

We chose different partners for sex, but at the end of the day, we come back to each other. In my case, I didn’t even choose. You know that.”

Sneha clung to him, her voice muffled against his shirt, half-angry, half-teasing.

“Yeah, you didn’t choose but you still fucked her.”

She held him tighter, tears soaking his shirt.

“I don’t want to be hurt anymore, Suresh. Please… just be open with me. Don’t do anything behind my back. Even if it’s difficult… Tell me everything. I can handle the truth. I can’t handle being made to feel small again. Don’t leave me out.”

Suresh nodded, stroking her back gently. They stood like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms as the waves whispered nearby. The sea breeze carried away some of the pain.



She looked up at him, her eyes still wet but softer now.

“I love you,” she whispered.


You should have spoke with me and cleared your doubts, instead you went and rode Gowtham. Should i consider that as an anger. He playfully pinched her ass. 

A naughty and shy smile came on her lips, I have different things running on my head.  

She then looked at him and said, these Trip is about ours. 
Lets ignore Gowtham & Henika. 

Suresh smiled gently and kissed her forehead, then her lips — slow, tender, full of quiet promise.

“I love you too..”

They stayed on the beach a little longer, holding each other under the moonlight, slowly healing the cracks that had formed between them.

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Chapter 160 - Practical Dreams & Hesitant Hearts

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The same night, after Suresh, Sneha, and Ramya had left for their trip, Gowtham stood alone in his quiet house. 
The silence felt different now — charged with possibility rather than emptiness.




A quiet realization settled over him.

She’s not just falling for me… she’s choosing to build with me.

He thought about Varsha — bold, ruthless when needed, yet willing to put in silent, tireless work without expecting anything in return. Marrying a beautiful girl was one thing… but marrying a sharp, ambitious mind who could actually help him build something? That felt rare. Valuable.

Even people who claimed to love each other deeply didn’t always do things like this. Varsha had chosen action over words.
A quiet, firm decision settled inside him.

I won’t let her go. And I won’t wait anymore.

He is still not sure if they are in love, even though expressed subtly, at different times. 
but he is sure, they make a better pair. 
and he agrees to himself on that. 
Yes with deep understanding, trust on each other, i guess we can be a better half for each other. He thought  

He spent the next hour going through the numbers again. Possibilities and challenges in running a new startup with funds they have in hand. The amount she had saved was significant, but not enough. Even the savings he had it wont Help much. 

For a smooth run over the first six months — office rent, basic setup, hiring two juniors, initial marketing, he realized he would need at least another 10 lakhs. The realization didn’t discourage him. Instead, it ignited something fierce.

With Varsha’s support and confidence behind me… 
I can chase the big dreams I always wanted.

He also got reminded of double work. working for current company in the day and working for startup in the night. 
How would i build an empire of my own even without this little sacrifice and effort. 

He decided. He wanted more money. 

He know he cannot get anything from friends. as he don't really have one. Except Jiiva.

Asking my family could be right thing, getting a loan from his home town could be easiest way, if i wanted to start the company quick 

As soon as the thought came, he decided that's the only way He packed a small bag with just the essentials, booked the next bus to his hometown, and left Bangalore that very night. 

A six-hour journey lay ahead, but his mind was already racing forward.

On the way, he sent Varsha a message:

“I’m going to my town to get some funds from family.
I accessed everything — I guess we are good to go with the money you have and what I’m bringing. 
Prepare the paperwork. We are starting our startup in 3 days.”

Varsha saw the message immediately. 
The word “We” "Our" hit her like a warm wave.
She stared at it for a long moment, her heart beating faster.

She typed back hesitantly:
“We?”

He intentionally wants to display his love and affection for her indirectly, taking her back for verbal confirmation
Gowtham replied quickly:

“Yes. We are joint partners. You will have your share for the money you are investing. When I pitched my idea to my friend, I said the same to him. It would be better even for us. Apart from reattaching… we need to honor commitments for the amounts we have invested individually. This will continue even if we end up marrying each other. You will have your share. I will have mine.”

Varsha’s breath caught at the word “marrying each other.” 
She smiled despite herself, a shy, hopeful smile. 
She didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she just sent a simple handshake emoji.

A minute later, Gowtham sent one more message:
“Love you. Good night.”

Varsha’s heart raced. 
She promised herself not to lose herself in emotions again. 

But she couldn’t stop the warmth spreading through her chest. 
She also knows Gowtham is expecting a Verbal confirmation. 
and she does want to confirm it explicitly and also doesn't want to reject it. 

She typed back a simple “Good night” and went to sleep, trying to compose herself.

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The Next Morning

Gowtham reached his hometown by early morning. 

While the family was happy to see him. He waited for a perfect time to speak with his parents. 
After the breakfast 
Without wasting time, he asked his parents.

“I need 10 lakhs,” he said firmly. 
“To start my company.”

His mother looked worried. 
His father frowned.
Company?
Why all of sudden?
You are having a nice job, why do you risk now?

Gowtham said, its a new scope, if clicks well i can start a new empire on my own.

Okay, 10 lakhs is quite a big amount, but i will get taht to you by next year. 
No dad, i need it today or max tomorrow. 

What? Tomorrow?

“What’s the hurry? 
We may need time to arrange that kind of money.”

I don't know what you will do, i need it by tomorrow. 
The father raised his voice, How dare you?
have you ever tried to check on us, ask us how we are?
ask us what we are into
ask your mother how her knee pain is?

Your mouth opens only for money?
Haven't i? share some money in the past. 

Yes you did only when we ask. 
Very rarely you gave it by yourself, whatever i cannot arrange any money by tomorrow. 

Why not, you have pensioner savings. 
You must have some savings from what i send! at times. 

No way.. You don't have any rights about my pension money. 

His elder brother and sister-in-law also supported it.
but different reason. 

“Mother needs an operation soon,” 
his brother said sharply. 
“You want to take money for your dreams while she suffers? 
Wait.”

But Gowtham was hell-bent.
He said, okay don't give from your pocket. Sell this asset and give me my share. 
This property is my grand fathers. 

Seeing his stubbornness and selfish mindset,  his father lost his temper.

“This is the only asset we have left. 
I won’t give any of it away to someone who doesn’t value his own mother’s health.”

The argument turned ugly fast. Voices rose.
Accusations flew. His elder brother and wife whispered in the corner, then stepped forward with a cold proposal.

“You want money, right? 
Fine. I’ll get a loan from my friends and give it to you.
I don't want an ungrateful person to stand at this place. 
So you have to leave this family. 
Legally, you have register the property in my name, and do a gift settlement. 

A person who doesn’t value his mother has no place here.”
Gowtham, fueled by anger and ambition, agreed.

“Fine. Get the money. I’ll sign whatever you want. I’ll cut ties.”

His father looked heartbroken but didn’t stop it. 
His mother who don't have courage witness all these went in after she tried stopping and every one from mess. 


By afternoon, papers were drawn up. 
Gowtham was ready to walk away from his family for the money.
Gowtham's brother, getting things ready so that he can sign tomorrow, and leave the family and assets to him. 

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Meanwhile, in Vizhag

Suresh, Sneha, and Ramya spent the day sightseeing — parks, beaches, and local attractions. 
Ramya’s laughter filled the air, and for a few hours, Sneha allowed herself to forget the complications waiting back home.
But in the quiet moments, her mind kept drifting.

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Back in Bangalore

Varsha had spent the entire day working on company matters, but her heart was elsewhere. The moment office ended, she went straight to the small flat she had shown Gowtham. She paid a token advance rent to the owner and began mentally planning the layout.

She managed to send papers to Auditor, with which the paper works for start up had started. 
She smiled to herself, whispering softly,
“We’re really doing this…”

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Chapter 161 - Midnight Promises on the Shore

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The night air was cool and soothing as Suresh and Sneha stepped onto the private beach once again. Ramya had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep inside the villa, exhausted from the day’s adventures. The couple walked barefoot along the soft sand, the gentle waves whispering nearby under the moonlight. 

This time, they didn’t stand awkwardly — Sneha leaned her head on Suresh’s shoulder as they strolled, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

They spoke lightly at first, about the beautiful park they had visited earlier that day, the funny street gadgets Ramya had begged for, and how excited she was about the sea. The conversation felt easy, almost normal, like the old days before everything had become so complicated.

After a while, they sat down on the cool sand. Suresh slowly lowered his head onto Sneha’s lap. She instinctively began combing her fingers through his hair, a gentle, soothing rhythm that both of them remembered from better times.

Suresh took a deep breath, staring up at the stars.
“Lucky Aditya sent me that clip,” he said softly. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have believed me, right?”

Sneha’s fingers paused for a moment in his hair. She looked down at him, her expression a mix of sadness and lingering hurt.
“No… I would have ended up believing you anyway.”

Suresh tilted his head slightly, curious.
“What do you mean by ‘ended up’?”

Sneha continued combing his hair, her voice quiet but steady.

I said you right.. so this is how it is..

“Yesterday… after I got lost in the crowd for those few seconds, I felt this terrible fear. What if you and Ramya disappeared? What if I lost you both? In that moment, I decided — no matter what, I had to vent out my anger and doubts, speak to you straight, and do whatever it took to bring us back to the same page. Even if it meant forcing myself to believe whatever you said. Our conversation would have ended up like that anyway… but I’m glad Aditya sent the clip. At least it was real.”

Suresh stayed silent for a few seconds, absorbing her words.
Then he asked, his voice gentle but serious:

Suresh mind was lost into the thoughts, she was not angry about him having sex with other women, not involving her like considering her, speaking with her, was the issue. She herself said that. 

He wanted to know what Sneha really think about the open marriage, especially with respect to his side. 
He decided to ask. 

“Can you answer me honestly?”
Sneha nodded. “Yes. Ask me.”

He looked up at her from her lap, his eyes searching hers.

“If I really saw some girl… and I genuinely liked her… and I wanted to ask your permission to go to bed with her… would you allow it?”
Sneha looked at him for a long moment, her fingers still in his hair. 
A small, complicated smile touched her lips.

“If you really wanted it… then go ahead.”

Suresh raised an eyebrow, surprised but playful.
What are you real?

Sneha asked “Why? Do you see someone already?”

He laughed softly, a genuine, light sound that eased some of the tension.
“Not yet. I still haven’t seen a woman more beautiful than you… 
one that would tempt me enough to fuck her.”

A shy, playful smile appeared on Sneha’s face. S
he continued combing his hair, her touch affectionate.
“Do you think your icing method can cool me down?” she teased.

Suresh chuckled, reaching up to gently pinch her waist.
“It’s not ice, darling. We are an open couple now. It’s my fault I didn’t stop it when Henika, i actually have no opinion on her, i didn't like the way it happened. I want something real — like how you got with Gowtham. A friendliness, some care, and then the forbidden thrill. I wanted it that way.”
Sneha looked down at him, her expression softening.

“So you have no problem with me continuing with Gowtham? 
As we are an open couple now?”
but why you keep insisting me to stop it slow down?!
I'm not telling i want him badly, I'm just curious behind your decision.. 

May be because our doubt, if he could be the one who kidnapped?

Suresh thought for a moment, then answered honestly.
Not just that.. but that's a fact too.

Let me put it this way. 

“Being a couple in open marriage and choosing a different person other than your husband is not the issue. But Gowtham being that person… is an issue for me. To me, he is unfit. He has no morals, no values. He is manipulative. If you remove sex from him, he is nothing. He’s arrogant and worse.”

Sneha stayed quiet for a few seconds, then spoke softly.

“Actually… I wanted to tell you this, but we got caught in our own storm. Its not that i wanted to hide, last day i wanted to reserve conversation only for us. 

The thing is
He called me a slut at the hospital.”
Suresh’s face turned serious instantly.

“What?”
“The word hurt me deeply. 
I didn’t entertain it then. Knowing my reaction, he later said he just said it like a plaything, the way we usually share in bed. But it still hurt.”

Suresh sat up slowly from her lap, turning to face her fully. He took her hands in his.
“See? He is predictable. Sometimes i feel like i just wanted to punch him on his face. 
But i have my own methods. 

Don’t believe any of his words. I want to cut his connection from our life as soon as possible. He is not worthy of you.”
Sneha smiled at him, a mix of sadness and warmth in her eyes.

“Then who is worthy of me? Do you have anyone else in mind?”
Suresh instantly leaned in and bit her breast playfully over her clothes. Sneha let out a surprised yelp, half-laughing, half-scolding.

“Hey! Suresh! Public… you idiot!

Suresh said ... You look like a monster who is addicted to sex. Are you trying for another men already?”
They both laughed — a genuine, light moment that broke some of the remaining tension. 
It was playful, familiar, and healing.

Sneha leaned her head back on his shoulder as they sat together.
“So… what should I do with Gowtham now?”

Suresh thought for a moment, then answered calmly.
“If you hadn’t been involved with him for three straight nights, I would have asked you to cut it immediately. It would have been smoother.  But I don’t think that’s possible right now. Take it slow. I will try to shut him down and disconnect him from our life — slowly, without him realizing it.”
Sneha looked at him curiously.

“How?”
Suresh smiled mysteriously and pulled her closer.

“You won’t understand even if I explain. I’m a person with some power now.”
“What kind of power?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I have Hands..
What? What hands. 

His hands grabbed her face gently and pulled her down for a deep, passionate kiss.
When he finally pulled back, he whispered against her lips:
“Like this.”
She playfully beats his chest. 

Suresh had already plotted to use his power and friendship with Aditya to influence 'Gowtham's workplace and shift him somewhere outside the state, so naturally disconnecting the contact. 

They stayed on the beach for a long time after that — kissing, holding each other, and slowly healing under the moonlight.

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Chapter 162 - Fractured Ties & New Paths

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Next day 
Gowtham, fueled by anger and ambition, agreed without hesitation. He signed all the papers. 
and he  got  the money. 
His father and mother looked heartbroken. 
They thought he would fought fight for family, if elder brother pressures him with this. 
But he fought for money 

Gowtham had traded his family for the cash he needed.
He left the house the same evening, carrying only a small bag and the weight of his decision.

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He reached Bangalore late that night. 
Without even going to his old house, he went straight to the small flat Varsha had shown him.

She was already there, waiting with basic supplies.

The next day, they began working on the startup in earnest.
By day, they continued at Prakash’s company — Varsha handling temporary HR duties, Gowtham resuming his role. By night, they transformed the small flat into their new office. They bought basic furniture, set up desks, brought Varsha’s PC from home, and started drafting their first client proposals. 

They rotated shifts — one would handle office work during the day, the other would stay late at the startup. 
They were exhausted, but the shared purpose kept them going.
Gowtham never returned to his old house.
He moved all his important belongings to the new flat the very next day, deciding he needed to stay closer to the work.

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Meanwhile, Suresh, Sneha, and Ramya were completely immersed in their 5-day trip. They visited parks, beaches, wildlife sanctuaries, and local attractions. Ramya’s laughter filled every moment. Sneha slowly began to relax. Suresh stayed attentive — holding her hand in crowds, applying sunscreen on her shoulders at the beach, and making sure she felt cared for.

By the end of the trip, they returned to Bangalore feeling lighter. The family time had done them good.

When they reached home, Sneha noticed Gowtham’s door was locked. 
on second day after arrival. 
The door remained locked.
She mentioned it to Suresh.

“He must have gone somewhere,” Suresh said calmly. 
“Don’t contact him. Don’t care for him.”
Sneha respected the boundary. She didn’t reach out.

Almost a week passed with no sign of Gowtham. 

One evening, Suresh casually asked the watchman.
The watchman replied, “Gowtham sir took all his belongings. He said he has some work and will stay elsewhere.
He comes occasionally to check on things.”

Suresh’s expression didn’t change, but inside, his mind was already working.

He used his growing influence at V-Activate. 
He quietly asked one of the “Hands” to keep an eye on Gowtham’s new location.
The same evening, the report came back.

“Sir, he is staying with some girl. They seem very close.” Should i enquire about the lady or him? and this place??
Suresh leaned back in his chair, a small, satisfied smile forming on his lips.
He already chosen someone? Good..

He replied simply:
“No need to dig more. Let it be.”

Inside, he felt a quiet relief. 
If Gowtham was busy with someone else, it would make disconnecting him from their lives much easier.

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Will take some time to sketch Part 2. 

Need some honest feedback on Part 1. Which is ending in few more chapters

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Chapter 163 - Months of Madness and Rejection

One Month passed . 


Aditya - Suresh 


Time moved fast when lives were being rebuilt in different directions.

At  V-Activate, Suresh’s rise had been nothing short of remarkable. His sharp insights, calm decision-making, and innovative ideas had quickly made him indispensable. Aditya began inviting him to private strategy sessions. What started as professional respect soon turned into genuine friendship. They met once a week at Aditya’s private villa — away from the office, away from prying eyes. Over glasses of fine whiskey, they shared not just business plans, but personal stories. Aditya spoke of the ruthless legacy he inherited from his father. Suresh opened up about his infuential family yet he choose to be a marketing guy.  The bond between them deepened. Suresh began overshadowing even Vinodhini in certain meetings, directly handling several “Hands” and their talent acquisition strategies. Aditya trusted him more with each passing week.


Starting of Second Month 

Sneha - Suresh 

Sneha had almost completely forgotten that Gowtham even existed.


The trip with Suresh and Ramya had done its magic. The laughter, the new places, the quiet nights where Suresh held her close — it had slowly pushed the past into the background. Gowtham’s cruel words, his manipulation, even the locked door across the hall had faded from her daily thoughts. Life had moved on. She was focusing on her family again.


One ordinary afternoon, while Suresh was at the office and Ramya was at college, the doorbell rang.

Sneha opened the door to find a young courier boy standing there with a package.
“Ma’am, delivery for flat number 4B,” he said, checking his device. “Gowtham sir?”

The name hit her like a forgotten echo.
Sneha paused, her eyes instinctively drifting to the locked door across the hallway. It had remained shut for months now. Dust had gathered on the handle. No movement. No sound. It was as if Gowtham had vanished from their lives entirely.

She signed for the package, her mind suddenly unsettled. As the courier left, she stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door. A strange mix of relief and unease settled over her. Where is he? Has he really moved on? Or is he still somewhere close, waiting?

That night, after Ramya had gone to bed, Sneha and Suresh were lying together in the master bedroom. The lights were dim. Suresh was scrolling through his phone while Sneha rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

She finally spoke, her voice soft but curious.

“The door remained locked for months now,” 
she said. “I didn’t call him. as you don't want me to.
He doesn’t care either. 

You said you have powers… and Hands.
Did you do anything?”

Suresh looked down at her, a small, amused smile forming on his lips. 
He put his phone aside and pulled her closer.
He laughed lightly, the sound warm and genuine.

“No, darling. Why should I? He may have a different reason. 
Maybe he finally found something better to do with his life.”

Sneha lifted her head, looking at him with playful suspicion.
 She poked his chest.
“You used your hands only to catch my throat or hold my hands while fucking me,” she teased, her voice low and mischievous. 
“I thought something else.” When you said about using Hands to stop Gowtham. 

Suresh burst into laughter, the sound rich and carefree. He rolled her onto her back, pinning her gently beneath him as he hovered over her.
“Oh? So now you’re complaining about how I use my hands?” he asked, grinning down at her.

Sneha laughed too, her eyes sparkling with the familiar playfulness that had been missing for so long.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“I’m just saying… if you have real power, use it for something useful,” she whispered teasingly.
Suresh leaned down and kissed her deeply, his hand sliding down her side in a slow, possessive caress.

“I’ll use my power however I want,” he murmured against her lips. “Right now… I just want to use it on you.”
Sneha smiled into the kiss, her body relaxing under his.  This has been the happening for them, the shadow of Gowtham felt truly distant.


Towards the end of second month 

Varsha - Gowtham 

Meanwhile, Gowtham and Varsha had thrown themselves completely into their startup.


By day, they continued at Prakash’s company — Varsha managing temporary HR duties, Gowtham resuming his role with quiet efficiency. By night, they are into the startup. They rotated shifts — one would handle office work during the day, the other would stay late at the startup. They were exhausted, surviving on coffee and determination, but the shared purpose kept them going.

Gowtham had received his promised double salary and paid leave arrears. The money helped stabilize things. For the first time in months, his mind was completely on fire with ambition. Sex, Sneha, even the old house — everything had taken a backseat. His focus was singular: building something of his own.

In the rare moments when their new staff was absent, Gowtham and Varsha found themselves alone in the small office. He would steal glances at her — the way she concentrated, the quiet confidence she carried. Once or twice, when they were working late, their faces came dangerously close while reviewing documents. Gowtham’s urge returned like a storm. He wanted her. Badly. But she stayed professional, gently pulling back every time.

One evening, as they sat on the old sofa reviewing projections, Gowtham leaned in, his lips inches from hers.
“Just one kiss,” he whispered, voice thick with need.


They were alone in the small startup office, the only light coming from a single desk lamp that cast long shadows across the room. Varsha was sitting on the old sofa, reviewing the latest projections on her laptop. Gowtham had leaned in too close while pointing at a figure on the screen. Their faces were inches apart. His breath brushed against her lips. The air between them felt heavy, charged with weeks of unspoken tension.

For a split second, Varsha’s eyes flickered to his mouth. Her hand, which had been resting on the laptop, moved instinctively to his chest. She placed it there firmly, stopping him before their lips could meet.

“No,” she said softly, but with quiet resolve. “Not like this.”

Gowtham froze, his body tense with desire. He didn’t pull away immediately, his forehead almost touching hers.
“I want it memorable,” she continued, her voice gentle but unwavering. “I want it after marriage. When it means something real.”

Gowtham pulled back slowly, surprised but not angry. 
A dark, frustrated chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned back against the sofa, running a hand through his hair.

“So you stroked Rahul once… but not me?” he asked, his tone half-teasing, half-challenging. His eyes still burned with hunger as they traced the curve of her neck, the slight rise of her chest beneath her top.

Varsha smiled — a mix of playfulness and seriousness that only made her more alluring in that moment. She closed the laptop and turned to face him fully, her hand still resting lightly on his chest as if to keep the distance.

“That was different,” she said calmly. “Rahul was a tool. A necessity. I needed something from him, and I used what I had to get it. With you… it’s real. I don’t want to rush something meaningful. I want to treasure it. I want our first real kiss, our first real night, to feel like the beginning of something lasting.”

Gowtham stared at her, the frustration clear in his eyes. He respected her boundary — barely. His hand twitched as if he wanted to pull her closer, but he held back. The rejection, combined with weeks of suppressed desire and late nights working side by side, stirred something dangerous inside him. A raw, possessive hunger he hadn’t felt this intensely in a long time.

He forced a small smile and nodded.

“Fine,” he said, voice low. “I’ll wait.”

But inside, his mind was already drifting.

Varsha left office, asking him to rest, but the true reason is she fear, if they would slip into something that she doesn't want now to happen. 

The memory of Varsha’s soft rejection played on repeat — her hand on his chest, her calm refusal, the way she looked at him with both affection and restraint.


It frustrated him. It excited him. But more than anything, it reminded him of what he was missing.
His thoughts slowly, inevitably, drifted back to Sneha.

Her softness. Her willingness. The way she used to surrender to him completely, no boundaries, no hesitation, just heat and submission. The way her body responded when he took control. The way she moaned his name when he pushed her limits.

The old hunger returned, sharper than before. His hand unconsciously moved down his body as he closed his eyes, imagining Sneha on her knees, looking up at him with that mix of reluctance and desire she always had.

He wanted her again.
Badly.

He stopped, he looked at the watch, its just 7PM, he still have time.. to reach his old house.. he didnt vacated it yet. A smile formed on his face. 
He took his bike Key and a letter of his startup establishment. 
He decides to vist her with a plan 

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Chapter 164 - The Broken Illusion 

It was 9 PM. The house was quiet. 
Suresh and Sneha were in the living room, sharing a rare moment of calm when the doorbell rang.


Gowtham stood at their door, holding the sweet box and the startup letter like props in a carefully rehearsed play.
His mind, however, was calculating every move.

With such a long break, there’s a real chance she’s shifted. She hasn’t called me once in all these months. Suresh must have filled her head with his sensible talks, made her feel guilty, turned her against me. She might be pulling away emotionally.
He didn’t want to take any unnecessary risk. Forcing things now could backfire badly.

No. Tonight, I’ll play the good man. Make them both feel genuinely happy for me. Show a light, positive image — the guy who’s finally doing something with his life. Then I’ll do the apology drama for those rude words I said at the hospital. Once she softens… then I’ll fuck her. Slowly. Thoroughly. Remind her exactly who she really craves when no one is watching.

This was his plan. Calculated. Patient. Dangerous.
He fixed a warm, humble smile on his face and pressed the doorbell again.
Sneha opened the door.

The moment she saw who it was, her breath caught.
Gowtham stood there, holding a box of sweets in one hand and an envelope in the other. He looked different — cleaner, sharper, with a fresh haircut and a calm, almost humble expression. He smiled softly.

“Hi, Sneha.”
She was stunned. For a second, she couldn’t speak. It had been months. 
The locked door, the silence, the way he had vanished without a word — it all came rushing back.

Suresh, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up slowly, equally surprised.
Gowtham stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.

“I know it’s late,” he said, his voice unusually polite. 
“But I wanted to share something important with both of you.”
He handed the sweet box to Sneha and the envelope to Suresh.

“I started a new startup firm,” he said, a note of pride in his voice.
“This is the official establishment letter. Approved some times back, but I just got it in hand today. 
You two are the first people I wanted to tell.”

Sneha’s heart lightened instantly. A small, genuine smile appeared on her face.
“You… you really did it?” she asked, surprised and happy. “Your parents must be so proud.”
Gowtham gave a small, almost sad smile.

“They don’t know yet. No one does. You two are the first. I wanted to share this moment with the people who mattered.”
Suresh remained silent, his expression unreadable. He opened the envelope and scanned the document. It looked legitimate. He said nothing, but his mind was racing.

Gowtham continued, acting humble.

“I found a small office nearby. I’ve been staying there, working day and night. I didn’t want to disturb you both after everything. But today, when the approval came… I felt I should come and tell you.”

Sneha felt a strange mix of emotions — relief that he had moved on, happiness that he was growing, and a lingering unease she couldn’t quite name.

“Come in,” she said warmly. “Let me arrange dinner for you. You must be hungry.”
Gowtham smiled.

“I missed your food for so long.”

They sat at the dining table together. The conversation was general at first — about Ramya, the trip, small updates. 
But the atmosphere felt charged. Suresh stayed mostly quiet, observing.

Towards the end of dinner, Gowtham looked at Sneha and said softly,

“Sneha… I was so happy today. I feel like I need to spend some time with you. 
Just to talk. I feel bad for how I behaved last time. 
I want to apologize properly.”

Both Sneha and Suresh were stunned into silence.
Gowtham continued, his voice calm and reasonable.

“Don’t worry. I’m vacating the house here soon. 
This is my last chance to clear the air. Just a small talk — maybe less than an hour. 
Then I’ll move back to my new place.”

Suresh’s eyes narrowed slightly. He knew this was calculated.  .
Sneha looked at Suresh, her eyes pleading for guidance.

Before they could even utter a word, Gowtham stood up with a polite smile.

“I’ll wait in my house. By 11:30, I’ll move everything. Come whenever you’re ready.”
He left.

---

Sneha turned to Suresh the moment the door closed.

“You said you would remove him with your Hands… but he is here. I didn’t expect this. I don’t know if I should believe him or not… but I'm happy he is growing and quite an achiever. He counted us first, even before his parents.”

Suresh looked at her for a long moment, then said calmly,

“Cut the crap. If you want to spend some time with him, go ahead. It’s up to you whether you have sex or not. But tell him strictly,  we are stopping right after today. It would be better if you don’t even have sex.”

I'm telling this again, we are in an open marriage, I'm willing to share you with that person, but that person we have here is not the right one.

A part of her felt aroused by Gowtham’s sudden return — the old heat, the familiarity.
But another part remembered everything Suresh doubted. 

Suresh was kind of irritated, so he left the place. Leaving her to decide. 
She washed the plates, her mind racing. Finally, at 10 PM, she made her decision.
Sneha stood outside her own door for a long moment, her heart pounding.

She was still confused. Gowtham’s sudden return, his achievement, the apologetic and gentle tone — it all felt… different. Part of her wanted to believe he had changed. Another part remembered Suresh’s warning. But the pull was there — the old familiarity, the heat she had tried so hard to forget.

Just talk, she told herself. Sex depends on what happens next.

She crossed the hallway and opened Gowtham’s door. For a brief second, she hesitated, then decided not to lock it behind her. She didn’t know why. Maybe a small part of her wanted Suresh to know. Maybe she was testing herself.

She heard movement from the bedroom. When she entered, Gowtham was arranging fresh bedsheets, wearing only a towel around his waist. His back muscles flexed as he worked. He turned when he heard her, a soft, almost vulnerable smile on his face.

“So tell me,” Sneha said, trying to sound steady.
Gowtham continued the act, smoothing the sheet with deliberate care.

“I’m sorry, Sneha,” he said, voice low and remorseful. 
“That day at the hospital… it didn’t come from my heart. 
It was just a playful moment, like the ones we used to have in bed.
I promise.”

Before she could respond, he stepped closer. 
The towel slipped slightly, revealing the hard line of his hips.
“I missed you,” he whispered. “For such a long time… the sex between us.”

Sneha’s breath hitched. She realized he wanted her like old times — raw, urgent, without boundaries. Before she could process or pull away, his body pressed against hers. His lips found her neck, kissing hungrily. His hands slid under her nighty, gripping her waist.

The towel fell completely.

His naked form shocked her — hard, aroused, pressing against her thigh. Before she could react, he pushed her onto the bed. He came on top of her, his mouth claiming hers in a brief, fierce kiss. Their lips met, tongues brushing.

Suresh’s words flashed in her mind like fire: Don’t believe him.
She turned her head away.

Gowtham, driven by suppressed heat and months of frustration, didn’t want to waste time. He quickly raised her nighty, positioned himself between her legs, and thrust into her hard.

Sneha gasped, conflicted. Her body reacted instinctively — wet, warm, welcoming despite her mind screaming to stop. But it was too late. Gowtham was already moving, thrusting deep and relentless, his hips slamming against hers with raw need.
All of Suresh’s warnings burned in her head.

Before she could say “no,” Gowtham groaned loudly and came inside her, his body shuddering with release.
“I’m sorry… I came too soon,” he panted, still buried deep.

“Tonight we’ll play the long game.”


Meanwhile, Suresh sat alone in the master bedroom, the silence of the house pressing down on him like a weight.
The clock on the wall read 10:30 PM.

He knew exactly what was happening across the hall.

All these days, he had held back. He had told himself it was because Sneha still had some lingering attachment, some physical need she wasn’t ready to let go of. He had watched her go to Gowtham night after night, knowing she came back to him afterward. He had tolerated it — not out of weakness, but out of a calculated patience. He wanted her to realize on her own. He wanted her to choose him freely.

But tonight was different.

The image of Gowtham’s smug face at the door, the way he had looked at Sneha like she was still his to use, the casual entitlement in his voice — it had finally pushed Suresh past his limit.

No more.

He no longer cared if Sneha still liked it. 
He no longer cared about giving her space to decide. 
Gowtham had crossed the line one too many times. 
and Sneha keeps falling for his tricks. 
It was time to kick him out of their lives for good.

Suresh stood up, his jaw clenched.
He didn’t even bother changing out of his casual home clothes. 
He walked straight out of the master bedroom, crossed the hallway, and pushed open Gowtham’s door.
It was unlocked.

The moment he stepped inside, the sight that greeted him made his blood boil.

Sneha was lying on the bed, completely naked, her nighty discarded on the floor. Her legs were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked conflicted — eyes wide, face flushed, one hand pushing against Gowtham’s shoulder as if she wanted to stop but couldn’t find the strength in that moment.

Gowtham was on top of her, also naked, his body pressed against hers, breathing heavily. He was getting ready for a second round. 



Sneha finally got some strength 
“No…” she whispered, pushing Gowtham off her.

She said it louder. 
“It’s over between us.”

Gowtham turned, surprised but quickly recovering with a smirk.

“Why not?” he said, not even bothering to cover himself. 

“Suresh came in at the perfect time. 
Gowtham couldn't believe? You didn't lock the door?

Oh i got it. 
Now the husband and wife have joined together.
How nice.”

His ego flared as he stood up, naked and unashamed.
Hey bro why do you enter here? cant you wait in your place like previous times?

“But isn’t it funny? Your wife came to me by herself the last three times.
 Every night she rode me like she couldn’t get enough. It was like—”
Slap.

Sneha’s hand connected hard with his face.
Gowtham’s head snapped to the side. The sound echoed in the room.
His eyes darkened with rage.

“How dare you slap me?” he growled, stepping closer. “You came to me every time. Like a real slut. You begged for it. You think you are some beautiful angel out there. You are not at all in my range.. Even in my worst phase I wont beg for you. I was blind”

The rage after the slap made him talk a lot rubbishly, which made Sneha get a real picture of him. 

Suresh moved faster than either of them expected.

He grabbed Gowtham by the throat and slammed him against the wall with surprising strength.
“Say another word,” Suresh said, voice dangerously low, “and I’ll make sure you never touch another woman again.”
The room fell deathly silent.

Gowtham stared at Suresh, shock and fury mixing in his eyes. 
For the first time, he saw something in Suresh he hadn’t seen before — cold, calculated power.
He had underestimated him. 

Sneha stood there, breathing hard, tears in her eyes.
Trusting the manipulator there. 

The illusion was finally broken.

But Gowtham didn't want to let it slide, his EGO, wanted to teach Suresh a lesson. 
An marketing guy showing his supremacy?
He has a sudden urge to show himself and satisfy his own ego.

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Chapter 165 - The Final Cut

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Suresh stepped near him, his presence suddenly filling the space.

“Sneha told you it’s over between you two,” Suresh said, his voice low but dangerously calm. “For the sake of everything that happened before and for the old friendship or bonding, I’ll let you leave peacefully. You came to Vacate the house right? vacate and move on. 
I should never see you near Sneha again.”

Gowtham stared at him, stunned. 
This was not the weak, tolerant Suresh he had known.

Suresh picked up Sneha’s discarded nighty from the floor and handed it to her without looking at her body.
“Wear this and follow me,” he said firmly.

Sneha, still dazed and conflicted, quickly covered herself. 
She didn’t dare look at Gowtham as she stood up and walked toward her husband, her head lowered in shame.

Gowtham remained alone in the room, breathing heavily, trying to process what had just happened. 
The door closed behind them.

This is not over, he thought, his fists clenched. 
I will come back, Suresh. I won’t touch a finger on you… 
but I will make sure it pains you forever.

---

Back in their house, Sneha felt a deep wave of embarrassment wash over her. 
She stood in the living room, unable to meet Suresh’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I… I thought maybe he had changed. I was stupid.”
Suresh looked at her for a long moment. 
There was no anger in his eyes — only quiet disappointment and resolve.

“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “From now on, you have to listen to me. 
This was a hard lesson for both of us. You should have trusted me. 
At worst, I should have acted sooner. We both learned it today.”

He looked at her and her head was on shame, looking down. 
What happen he asked. 

I feel shameful! I dont know how to name it, is that need of lust or actually i foolishly fall for his tricks i dont know. 

Suresh said. 
There is nothing to shame about it. 
I know your need. You are not a fool
You shamelessly need one thing. 

I know you as a friend, husband and a lover.
I know your appetite. 

I know about you and you know about me. 
I'm just telling from the start, the person is wrong, not the idea. 

He stepped closer and gently touched her cheek.
“Have a bath and come to me.
I want you to wash his memories along with the sweat. 
It’s my mistake too — I overlooked this for too long.”

Sneha nodded, tears in her eyes. 
She went to the bathroom without another word.


It took Sneha a few weeks to slowly return to normalcy. 
The guilt, the shame, and the lingering confusion took time to fade. 

Suresh was patient with her — loving, attentive, but firm. 
Their bond slowly strengthened again through quiet conversations and renewed intimacy.

---

One Sunday Morning

Suresh opened the door after hearing noises in the hallway.

A group of laborers was carrying out furniture, a bed, and several boxes from Gowtham’s old flat. 
The door was wide open. 
Everything was being loaded into a small truck.

Gowtham appeared from inside the flat, dressed casually. When he saw Suresh, he paused for a moment, then walked over.
“Suresh,” he called.
Suresh nodded once.

“I’m vacating today,” Gowtham said, his tone surprisingly calm and civil. “I didn’t get a chance to thank you properly for taking care of me when I was injured. I’m moving on with my life. I won’t bother you or Sneha anymore. Take care.”

He didn’t wait for a reply. He didn’t ask about Sneha. He simply turned and walked away.
Ramya, who had come out curiously, waved at him.
“Bye, uncle!”

Gowtham gave her a small smile and left without looking back.
Finally, Gowtham was gone.

For months after that, there was no sign of him. 
No calls. No unexpected visits. Sneha, Suresh, and Ramya gradually forgot about him, focusing on their own healing and happiness.
But Gowtham had not forgotten.

In his new office, working late into the nights with Varsha, he had turned the startup into a profitable business through sheer obsession and hard work. Yet the sting of that slap, the humiliation of being thrown out like a dog, and the way Suresh had looked at him with quiet dominance — it all festered deep inside him.

He had developed a burning hatred for Suresh.
One day, he thought, staring at the city lights from his window, I will see you humiliated. Broken. Lesser than me.
I don't need to touch Sneha to make you look her with disgust in your eyes
i don't need to beat you to get you a pain

The game was far from over.

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Chapter 166 - The Unexpected Invitation

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Friday evening arrived with the usual weekend warmth. 
Suresh and Sneha had gone together to pick up Ramya from her hostel. 
The little girl was overjoyed to see both her parents, chattering nonstop about her week as they drove back home.

As their car slowed down entering the apartment parking lot, another sleek, brand-new luxury SUV pulled up smoothly beside them. 
It was noticeably more expensive and flashy than Suresh’s car.

Ramya’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Uncle Gowtham!” she squealed in delight, unbuckling her seatbelt before the car had even stopped properly.
Suresh and Sneha froze.

Gowtham stepped out of the driver’s seat, looking sharp in a well-fitted casual shirt and jeans. 
He smiled casually, waving at them as if the ugly confrontation months ago had never happened.

Sneha’s heart skipped a beat. 
She turned to Suresh, visibly stunned.
“Why is he here?” she whispered.

Suresh glanced at her. 
There was no fear or longing in her voice — just pure surprise.
A small, satisfied smile touched his lips. She really has changed, he thought. Good.

They stepped out of the car. 
Ramya ran straight to Gowtham, who laughed and ruffled her hair affectionately.
Before anyone could speak, the passenger door of the luxury car opened.

Jiiva stepped out gracefully,  .
“Hello, Sir. How are you?” he asked.

After exchanging pleasantries, they all moved inside Suresh’s house. 
The atmosphere was tense but civil. Once seated, Gowtham finally revealed the reason for his visit.

“I’m getting married,” he announced with a calm smile. 
“This Sunday. It’s a love marriage. 
The reception is in the evening. 
and lot more surprises. 

You both have been pillars for me during my toughest time. 
I sincerely hope you’ll come.”

Sneha stayed completely silent, leaving the decision entirely to Suresh. 
She simply watched her husband.

Suresh studied Gowtham for a long moment. There was something in his eyes — a quiet challenge hidden behind the polite smile. The luxury car, the confident tone, the “surprises” he hinted at… it didn’t feel like a simple invitation.

“Sure,” Suresh finally replied, his voice steady. “We’ll be there.”
for a sake of formality!

Gowtham’s smile widened slightly.

“You should come. 
I have a lot of surprises planned.
Specially for you”

It wasn’t just an invitation. 
It felt like a gauntlet had been thrown.


After Gowtham and Jiiva left, Sneha turned to Suresh, her expression uncertain.
“Should we really go?” she asked.

Suresh stared at the closed door for a moment, then looked at her.

“We’re not going to hide or show weakness,” he said firmly. 
“Whatever game he’s playing… 
I want to see it with my own eyes.”
Sneha nodded slowly, though a flicker of unease passed through her.

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Chapter 167 - There is always someone better than you!

Sunday evening arrived with an air of grandeur. The wedding reception venue was nothing short of royal — sprawling lawns, crystal chandeliers hanging from massive tents, and elegant floral arrangements that screamed money and power. Luxury cars lined the driveway, and the guest list was filled with recognizable faces from the corporate world — businessmen, investors, and influencers.


Suresh and Sneha stepped out of their car, both dressed elegantly. Sneha looked beautiful in a deep maroon saree, while Suresh wore a sharp black suit. As they entered the venue, Suresh’s eyes scanned the crowd. He recognized many faces — people he had seen during high-level meetings with Aditya. But they didn’t recognize him. His role had always kept him in the shadows.

The moment they looked toward the stage, they saw Gowtham and Varsha standing together, looking like the perfect power couple. Gowtham spotted them immediately and waved dramatically with a big smile. The entire crowd turned their attention toward Suresh and Sneha for a brief moment.

Sneha leaned closer to Suresh and whispered, 
“That bastard has some plan. If he’s acting like this, he’s definitely up to something.”

Suresh smiled faintly. “I don’t care. I’m happy my wife has finally started using her brain these days.”
Sneha playfully stomped on his foot, making him chuckle.

Jiiva approached them with a polite smile.
“Please follow me,” he said.

He led them toward the stage. 
Gowtham, seeing them coming, loudly announced, 
“Let’s pause for a few minutes. I need to greet my special guests.”

He left Varsha on stage and came down. With a calculated smile, he said to Sneha, 
“Why don’t you speak with Varsha? I’ll take Suresh aside for a moment. I want to show him something.”

Before Sneha could protest, Gowtham grabbed Suresh’s arm and led him toward the dining hall. Once they were relatively alone near a dessert counter, Gowtham picked up a sweet and offered it to Suresh with mock politeness.Suresh didn’t take it.

“Why did you bring me here?” he asked coldly.
Gowtham’s smile faded into something darker.

“Well, I know you would suspect me. What to do? I’m that kind of person.”
He leaned in slightly. “Two things. The day you and your wife slapped me… I made two decisions. First, I won’t beat you, but I will make sure you feel pain. Second, I won’t come back into your and Sneha’s life, but you will constantly look at her with disgust in your eyes.”

Do you want another slap?
Calm down Suresh just hear me! I have not even started.

Gowtham’s voice dropped even lower.
“You know what’s the worst feeling? Being tricked.” He nodded toward a man distributing laddoos in the corner. “That man over there? He’s the one who kidnapped you that day.”

Suresh’s rage peaked. His hand shot forward to grab Gowtham’s collar, but Gowtham raised his hands calmly.
“No, no. Don’t overdo it. People are watching. And you will never know how much I’ve prepared to confront you here in public. So keep your hands away. There are a lot of things I wanted to tell you, but I’ll keep it quick.”

Gowtham smirked.
“Yes, it was me who arranged your kidnapping. You’ve been tricked. It should pain you, right? See, I didn’t beat you, but you still felt the pain and rage.

Gowtham laughed coldly, 
You feel like beating me right? 
I know.. But you can't, you know why?

Look at all the big shots out there. Do you think you have a chance to touch me now? My status and power have gone to a different level in these five months. 

How dare a marketing guy like you try to show supremacy?”
I'm always an Alpha and i'm always superiror to you .

He paused, enjoying the moment.
Gowtham teased further, oh wow, your eyes turning red. You have good amount of hemoglobin bro, he mocked. 
Okay calm down, now the next thing

“The second part. Even before the hill station trip, I had entered your wife. In the name of a ‘training session.’
She never shared it with you, did she?” Gowtham laughed softly. 

“Will you be able to see her the same way again? I have always been the alpha in your life. 
Your role was only to stay in your room while I enjoyed your wife.

Now I can see your jaw hardening.. Come beat me, let me tell the crowd the real reason.. He coldly laughed. Knowing he won't take risks that damage Sneha’s name. 
You should not have tried to become a hero.”

Gowtham stepped back, adjusting his coat.
Looking at your helpless look.. I feel very very satisfied. 

Don't worry, I can promise you that, I won’t come into your life or Sneha’s again. We will travel separate paths now, and my level is truly different. But I believe these memories are enough to haunt you forever.”

He gestured toward the stage.

“Look at my wife. Look how beautiful she is. 
A bull like me needs a woman like her, sexy and brainy.” He laughed again. 
“I feel my ego is completely satisfied. 

Wait here, take a photo, eat the food, and have a nice day.”

---

Suresh could have beaten him up right there — his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white. But he knew better. Not here. Not in front of hundreds of powerful people. He would plan something far more devastating later. He never know his schemes. He truly doesn't want anything that could damage Sneha’s name.  He controlled himself with iron will.
Sneha, sensing something was wrong, came looking for him. She saw the tension on his face immediately.

I don’t know what he said, but we don’t need to stand here.”
“Don’t get emotional,” she said quietly, holding his hand. 
“He invited us for a reason — to shame us, to ridicule us. 
Let’s go back to home she said 

Suresh nodded. 
Right now, leaving this place was the smartest move.

As he turned to guide Sneha toward the exit, a loud, familiar voice cut through the crowd.
“Deii! Your old boss is here!”

Jiiva was waving enthusiastically near the entrance. Behind him walked Prakash, Mirna, Bharath, and another man Suresh instantly recognized Mirna and Bharath from Aditya’s private gathering months ago and Prakash, he had spilled coffee on him, one of the Hands.” Prakash didn't see him. 

Suresh froze for a split second.
Then a slow, dangerous smile formed on his lips.

He caught Sneha’s hand firmly in his and changed direction, walking straight back toward the stage instead of leaving. Sneha looked at him, confused, but followed without question.

They reached the stage area just as Prakash stepped forward with a large gift box. Gowtham welcomed him with an exaggerated, theatrical tone.

“Boss, leave a big smile," Jiiva mocked. 
Gowtham said.. He is not just an old boss, he is my lucky investor!”

After the photo, Gowtham exclaimed loudly, hugging Prakash. “Thank you for making my day special!”
Suresh stood a few steps away, watching with a calm but sharp gaze. A small, knowing smirk played on his lips. Sneha noticed it immediately.

“What happened? Why are you smiling like that?” she whispered, confused.
Suresh didn’t answer. He simply squeezed her hand gently.

Mirna went next, gracefully introducing the man beside her.

“This is my husband, Vikram,” she said with a warm smile. 
Bharath stood beside them like a quiet shadow. 
He saw how Mirnaa and Varsha were closer. 

Finally, it was Suresh and Sneha’s turn.

As they stepped closer to the stage, Gowtham’s face broke into a full, arrogant smirk — the mask of politeness slipping for just a moment. Sneha congratulated Varsha warmly, while Suresh stood beside Gowtham for the mandatory photo.

While the camera flashed, Suresh leaned in slightly and spoke in a low, steady voice only Gowtham could hear.

“You told me you’re really superior to me, right?”

Gowtham’s smirk deepened. In the same low tone, he replied, “Have you not seen enough?”

Suresh smiled calmly, almost serenely.

“If you think you’re an alpha,” he whispered, “remember — there is always someone better than you. 

That’s an old saying. Good luck.”

Are you telling, you will enter my life like i did to you,, he laughs.. I wont, i will never get inside, and i will never let you inside my life. I'm just saying don't be arrogant, there is always someone better than you. 

The camera clicked one final time.

Suresh and Sneha stepped down from the stage. As they were about to leave the hall, Suresh turned back once more and looked at Prakash standing near the stage. A cold, calculated smirk appeared on his face again.

All these days, you thought you were the puppet master, Gowtham.
From here… I will show you how a real puppet master plays.
and i will also make sure you go through, what we went through"


The game begins. End of Part I

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Gowtham should  

dude avoid such comments. Please edit yourself. Do you even understand what are you telling? edit it or i would report it to admin.

[heygiwriter]

Interesting end. Sneha has gone to backseat while it has now become Suresh vs Gowtham.
In part 2 bring back Sneha into herself. A happy, bublly, naughty Sneha is heart of the story. Also little horny Sneha please.

Thanks :)

Sneha would move into more clear and matured space. in part 2.

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Brothers kind request, edit the quote of chellaporuki in your comments, dont want it to get highlighted, i reported to admin. 

The Xossipy is adult forum where we discuss read on a matured topic for sex and some fun. 

Gentle reminder to every readers, please control yourself, don't comment too extreme.

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As you asked for it Heygi,

For now, I would call the story MID — not because it is outright bad, but because it peaked much earlier and has been struggling to move forward meaningfully ever since.

 I use this moment to bring a little insight. let me post a seperate post