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I am sure sneha is cannot be a fool to keep the messages shared with Gowtham against the rules suresh had set. Having known that suresh has access to her phone, how can she ever do that. 

She didnt think much buddy :)

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Chapter 93 - Stolen Secrets


Saturday evening arrived with a quiet tension hanging over the house.

Gowtham had tried to meet his boss directly in the evening just before office hours ended, but he was already heading to Delhi for a meeting. “We’ll talk on Wednesday,” his boss had said. Gowtham clenched his jaw the entire day. Should I really tolerate that girl till Wednesday? The curiosity was eating him alive.

He reached home late, after 7 PM. Suresh arrived at the same time.

Sneha was busy with Ramya in the living room, playing and laughing. Suresh joined them without a word, sitting on the floor and lifting Ramya onto his lap. As he played with her, his mind was elsewhere.

The lawyer’s words lingered in his ears. Ramya should never know about any of this — my actions or her mother’s. Kids should never have to go through something like this.

He decided then and there that he would try to make the divorce as smooth as possible through mutual consent. But he had no solid proof yet. No photos, no videos. He needed to act fast — before Gowtham or Sneha suspected anything. And he had to do it without leaving any trace that he already knew. He was waiting for dinner to end soon so he could grab a talk with Gowtham. If luck favored him, he could get his hands on the proof.

The night after dinner, Gowtham went up to the rooftop for a cigar. He hadn’t spoken much with Suresh in the last week. The distance between them was obvious.


Suresh grabbed two bottles of beer and went upstairs. He sat on the floor in their usual spot where they once used to drink together. He looked at Gowtham and poured a glass.
“Care to join?” he asked casually.

Gowtham raised an eyebrow. “Looks like I’m visible to you now?”
Suresh tried to joke. “I have good sight, Gowtham. It’s been a long time since we drank together. I miss the company here. Need someone to share and talk with… and you could be a better one.”
“Why are you being so nice suddenly?”

“Not suddenly,” Suresh replied with a small shrug. “Maybe I was just lost in work pressure. Needed to unwind.”

Gowtham was hesitant at first, unsure, but the thoughts of Varsha and her intimidation ruled his mind. He decided to free himself from those thoughts and gave in to a small drink with him.

Gowtham had a lot doubts, Suresh recent behavior, disappearance, coldness toward him and Sneha.. Something bothers but still he gave in. He hoped he can smell him during the drinks. He placed his mobile phone to his right on the floor. 

They drank in silence for a while. Gowtham, slightly buzzed, asked him straight, “Why did you disappear that day? I very well know you are hiding something. What’s that?”

Suresh pretended it was an important emergency work in the morning. “It has nothing to do with you and Sneha… or your sex with her.” (Suresh purposely brought Sneha’s name in, knowing it would provoke Gowtham that he would dragged into conversation with him with an intention to mock him or do something that harm him verbally or emotionally, for his cheap thrill.)

Gowtham’s mind raced back to the long session he and Sneha had, and how Suresh had stroked himself while watching them like a true cuck.

Fuck, how did I miss her? 

This Varsha had kept him distracted and worried over nothing. He also realised he wanted to teach Sneha a lesson for avoiding him and setting rules. His mind suddenly craved Sneha — her body, her orgasms, her kisses. Shit, how I lost myself in clueless stuff, he said to himself. He wanted to do something and get back into Sneha. He realised that whatever happened in the past week, she had stopped him, and he too had told her he wouldn’t approach until she realised she was wrong about him. Right now he should have planned something to get her back on his side. But the office issue had kept him wandering and idle.

He took a deep breath. Ahhh Sneha, my sweet heart im sorry... No more thoughts on Varsha. Now let me concentrate on Sneha. I should get back on track.

He knew Suresh had already become a cuck. He had stroked himself watching them. He was running out of ideas on how to get Sneha back in bed. A thought came: Why not use this cuck as a tool to get back into Sneha? An idea sparked. Gowtham began his scheme. He smirked.

“You know what?” Gowtham said with a dirty grin. “I understand why you are not speaking with me. I didn’t tell you the full story on how I got those photos… I mean how we became so intimate before the hill trip, right?

Let’s have another fantasy round tomorrow. I promise I’ll tell you as soon as possible. You watch me fuck her again. I know you like it.” After you disappeared, she has been cold with me. If you could help, if you could re-ignite a thought in her that would help. Just tell her, ask her that you want to see her again with me in bed... I want to fuck her badly. You will have a good show,” Gowtham said proudly.

Suresh bit his teeth but stayed calm. “I’m done with that thing, Gowtham. Whatever you want with her, it’s between you two. Don’t ask for my help because I’m not interested in your stories. It’s all already done. What is there for me to know if she got intimate now or before the hill station? It doesn’t change anything.”

Gowtham realised Suresh’s reaction was off the mark. He feared if he would alert Sneha. Or how would Sneha react if she knew about this conversation? Suresh was no longer in the game like he thought. He wasn’t tempted by the new story he promised to tell.


But to his surprise, Suresh spoke calmly, in Suresh POV he doesn't want the conversation to Shut. he got a plan already... “Why are you always hanging on sex? There are plenty of things going around. What are you going to do with your life? Don’t you have some big dreams and all? I’m not saying this because I have something against you. I’m just curious — if you waste all your energy in sex, how will you focus on your career or goals? Do you even have one? I doubt it now.”


“Why not? I’m the best in my business. The company trusts me a lot. I guide everyone in my company. Tech firm but I’m more into both business and tech. The boss trusts me.”


Suresh smiled. “Your boss trusting you is not something to be proud of. I’m just asking what is your goal. How do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?”

Gowtham smirked. “I’m planning for a startup, an AI firm. The technologies are rapidly growing but so is the competition. If I get the right hands, I would start. But it would take time for now. My goal is just to enjoy a few months with your wife Sneha.”

Suresh wanted to smack him but stayed calm. He needed proof. He thought this was the time. Gowtham totally hanged into thoughts of Sneha.  The time to flawlessly execute his next step.

“Do you have a hotspot in your mobile? The Wi-Fi in our home is not working. I need to send an email. Can you turn on the hotspot? Let me send a quick email and come back.” Before Gowtham reacts, He picked Gowtham's mobile that was on floor and asked Gowtham what's the password.?  Gowtham gave him the password. ****11*.. 

“What’s the password?”

“***11,” Gowtham replied.

Suresh gave the mobile back to him, stood up, and left for the second floor. He pretended to send a mail, but in reality.. he just used this an excuse to get the password from Suresh own mouth. He know Gowtham would change password in morning.. but he had some other plan in stock..

He waited a few minutes, then came back to the rooftop. “The range is not adequate. Maybe before we get to bed, just give me a moment. I’ll use my mobile net connection for the mail.”

The moment Gowtham heard, Suresh asking for mobile again, when they go back.. Gowtham was hesitant, but Suresh kept distracting him with talk about Sneha. He poured him another drink. 

20 minutes passed. 

Gowtham didn’t seem to get properly drunk.



At that moment, Sneha arrived on the rooftop.

Tomorrow was Monday morning and she had to pack all of Ramya’s clothes for the week. She had come up to collect the dried clothes that were hanging on the line.

Both Suresh and Gowtham noticed her at the same time as she climbed the stairs. Her saree swayed gently with each step, the pallu slipping slightly off her shoulder in the evening breeze.

Gowtham’s eyes lit up. Earlier, he had been desperately thinking of a way to get close to her again. Just a few minutes ago, Suresh had shut down his request for another fantasy round without even flinching. That rejection had stung. Now, the opportunity was walking straight toward them.
Being drunk is the perfect excuse, he thought. If I was sober, she would scold me for overstepping. But like this… she can’t blame me.
He quickly acted. He swayed unsteadily on his feet, pretending he was about to lose balance.

Sneha noticed immediately and rushed forward. “Gowtham!”

He let himself lean heavily into her arms, his body pressing against hers. One hand “accidentally” brushed her waist as he steadied himself.
“Sneha… why are you not trusting me?” he slurred, his voice thick with fake emotion. “I promise you… I wanted to search for him after making you cool. I had nothing bad in my mind. Nothing like the low thing you think…”

He let out a low, manly growl, burying his face closer to her neck, inhaling her scent.
Suresh watched the entire act in silence. He knew Gowtham was faking it — the timing was too perfect. But he didn’t interfere. In fact, he thanked Sneha silently for the distraction.

She looked at Suresh, slightly flustered. “Come and help me carry him. He’s not standing properly.”

Suresh nodded quickly. “I had an urge to pee. You hold him for a few minutes.” while Gowtham was distracted by Sneha’s closeness, Suresh took Gowtham's phone which was on floor.. 

“I’ll be right back,” Suresh said casually and hurried downstairs  

He knew this was his chance.

As soon as he entered his room, he turned on his laptop, connected the USB, and started copying as many files as he could — 6 GB in 10 minutes. He couldn’t be patient. He started checking WhatsApp. He turned on his laptop camera and took screenshots of their chats.

Suddenly a thought hit him: Why not take Rakesh’s number? I should check what happened to them afterwards. He remembered the display image once Gowtham had told him. But the profile name had some Anish? And not Rakesh. He searched for Rakesh and found only one whose WhatsApp DP suggested it was some 50-year-old man.

Why did he save Rakesh’s name as Anish? Doubts crept in. He was unsure… but what he had now was a set of photos. He decided to turn back soon to the rooftop… or gowtham would get doubts


When he returned, the scene in front of him stopped him cold.

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Chapter 94 - Tangled Chains

When Suresh returned to the rooftop a few minutes later, the scene in front of him made him stop dead in his tracks.


Sneha was on top of Gowtham on the floor. Her body was moving up and down as she struggled to free herself. For a split second, it looked far more intimate than it actually was — her hips shifting, breasts pressing against his chest, the soft sounds of her effort filling the quiet night air.

Gowtham was acting completely drunk and unconscious, slurring in a low, needy voice, “Sneha… let’s do it like before… I know you forgive me… I didn’t commit any mistake… please baby…”


Sneha realised someone was behind her. She turned her head quickly. “Suresh! Come and help me!”

Suresh moved closer. He quickly understood what was really happening. Their thin gold chains,,,, one around each of their necks, had gotten tangled together while she tried to help him up. She was desperately trying to untangle them, her fingers working between their bodies.

Gowtham, still pretending to be blurry and drunk, had the perfect view from below. Sneha’s saree pallu had slipped low, and from this angle, her deep, soft cleavage was clearly visible through the slightly open blouse. The way her breasts moved with every breath and struggle made his cock twitch. He was enjoying every single second of it, his “drunken” hands lightly gripping her waist under the pretense of trying to steady himself.
“Help me, Suresh,” Sneha said, flustered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Suresh knew exactly that Gowtham was acting. The timing, the slurred words, the way he was holding her — it was all too calculated. Instead of simply untangling the chains, he smartly unhooked Gowtham’s chain first, freeing Sneha in one smooth, deliberate move.

She struggled for a moment, then finally got up, quickly adjusting her pallu with both hands, trying to cover herself. “He was just too drunk,” she explained quickly, still breathing a little heavily. “While I was trying to balance him, he dragged me along and we both rolled. That’s when our chains got interlinked. I was trying to break it free. Glad you came and smartly solved it.”

Suresh nodded, hiding his irritation.

Sneha then told him.. i feel guilty, he drank too much because of me?
“He is completely down. 
Shall we take him to his house and make him sleep on the bed.”


Suresh realised exactly why Gowtham was doing this drama. He had rolled with Sneha on purpose, said those emotional things to gain her
sympathy, and now he wanted to be carried to bed so he could stay close to her longer, May be that idiot would have planned something else?!. Smart ass.

He casually kept Gowtham’s phone on the floor beside them and said, “Yes Sneha, he is so drunk he won’t have the strength to go down by himself. Give me a few minutes — I’ll access his mobile for something. I mean, I’ll take it for internet.”

The moment the word “mobile” came out, Gowtham pretended to wake up slowly. He groaned, acting like he had a terrible headache, and reached weakly for his phone.

“What time is this?” he mumbled, blinking heavily.

Sneha looked concerned.
Suresh said.. See, He seems awake now. Ramya is alone Sneha, You just go — I’ll get him to his house.”

Gowtham was cursing Suresh inside. Idiot. He spoiled my whole plan.
Suresh laughed heavily in his mind. What a childish play.
Sneha gave one last look at both of them and left for the house. S

Suresh waited until she was out of sight, then stood there calmly until Gowtham finally dropped the act and got up, muttering under his breath.

When Suresh finally entered the house, he got a quick glance of Ramya sleeping peacefully in her room, her small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He stood there for a moment, watching her, a quiet ache settling in his chest. She should never have to know any of this, he thought.


He then headed toward the master bedroom.

Sneha was inside, arranging fresh bedsheets for him with careful hands. She looked up when he entered and asked caringly, “Did you drop Gowtham in his house? Is he all good?”

Suresh nodded. “Mm.”
She continued softly, folding the corner of the sheet neatly. “He must have been hurt because I said I won’t have sex with him until I speak with you. Somewhere it hurt him… so he drank too much and lost his state.”

Suresh could no longer tolerate the drama. He felt Gowtham was constantly manipulating her, playing the victim to worm his way back in. The words slipped out before he could stop them.
“He is just acting.”

Sneha looked confused, pausing mid-fold. “What?”
“Yeah, he is acting,” Suresh said, his voice low but firm. 
“He wants to have sex with you badly. He doesn’t have straight methods — I can see now how he tricks. You couldn’t see the acting.”
He mocked lightly and lay down on the bed, turning his face away.

While Suresh’s tone was meant as a warning — be careful, he is just tricking you — Sneha took it in a completely different sense. 
Cute… he is putting up an act to win me over.

A soft, matured, shy smile appeared on her face as she continued adjusting the bedsheet, her cheeks warming at the thought.

Suresh read her expression perfectly. He slapped his forehead lightly and said to himself, Some Women on earth are unbelievable…for a moment i felt bad for her..

[heygiwriter]

This is the exact thing which I don't want to indicate purposely.. because this author doesn't like the readers guessing correctly.. so then he would change the course in against the readers  guessing... Alas you indicate it.. feel pity for both of us.. ha ha ha

When you can guess This. 
as a writer wont i think about it?

Suresh just had 10 mins, As a reader you know Gowtham's link to the kidnappers.

But as a character. 
From Suresh point of view, its only photos or videos, which would help him.. + the knowin information is Rakesh.
He wont even have an idea of kindaper, or names he saved. 

lets say his name is x, kidnapper name is X. Will Gowtham save his name as X kidnapper or just X? 
How will Suresh identity the contact as a kidnapper.

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I changed my opinion after reading Heygi's above response! However would like to see conclusion very soon, atleast in next 7 to 10 episodes

That's not at all possible :)

They have just started

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Chapter 94 - Quiet Moves

When Suresh woke up at 5:20 AM, he realized Sneha was on his chest, sleeping peacefully. For the second day in a row, She came to him and slept with him, Opposite to her regular pattern of sleeping with Ramya, when she is around.

Her arm was wrapped around him possessively, her warm breath brushing softly against his skin with every exhale. For a fleeting moment, the old familiarity felt comforting — the weight of her body, the scent of her hair, the way she instinctively curled into him like she used to in the early days of their marriage.


But then the guilt hit him like a cold wave. Every time she came this close, it reminded him of what he was planning to do. The divorce papers. The lies. The final break.

He lay still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, before gently lifting her arm and placing it beside her. He slipped a pillow under her face so she wouldn’t wake up uncomfortable, then quietly got out of bed. He needed fresh air. He changed into his tracks and went for a long morning walk, the cool pre-dawn breeze doing little to clear the storm in his head.

During his long walk, he was thinking about the schedule for the day, with lawyer and at office. 

When he returned to the house, Sneha was already up and moving around the kitchen, getting things ready for Ramya — packing her college bag with neat precision, preparing her favorite breakfast of idli and chutney. Suresh felt a small, unexpected sense of relief. At least when Ramya is around, she seems sensible, he thought. It was one of the few things that still felt normal.

Sneha looked at him as he entered and asked casually, Coffee?
Suresh nodded. 

The morning coffee session was one of the excuses, Sneha nowadays use to have a quick chat with Suresh 
after some quite random conversation. 

Sneha asked him a question: “How long will these meetings go on like this?” Your Night Client meetings!?
“A few months,” Suresh replied, keeping his tone even.
She nodded. “Okay.”
The question was not ordinary! it had something to do with her plan for the night

During breakfast, Gowtham joined them at the table. He acted like he had no memory of what had happened the previous night — completely normal, chatting lightly with Ramya about her college stories and avoiding any awkwardness with Sneha. Sneha had a quiet laugh inside. Smart idiot. You’re acting with me? Let me unmask your drama soon.

Suresh took Ramya to the hostel, dropping her off with a tight hug and a promise to call later. Gowtham left for office shortly after.

With his boss away in Delhi, Gowtham once again let the training session slip. He didn’t care about the trainees or Varsha today. All he was doing was running permutations and combinations in his head on how to get Sneha back on the bed. His obsession had returned full force — vivid images of her body, her moans, her surrender.

Suresh, on the other hand, was stuck with office work. The new role at V-Activate was demanding and fast-paced. He couldn’t find even a small window to meet the lawyer. The accounts and reports took far longer than expected, and he reached home only by 8 PM, exhausted.
Gowtham came back around the same time for dinner.

While everyone was having dinner, Sneha noticed Gowtham was still putting up an act — polite, normal, as if nothing had happened. She remembered his emotional, slurred words from the rooftop the previous night. He must have been hurt when I stopped having sex with him. She decided to bring him back.

Under the table, for the first time in days, she initiated. Her toe slowly brushed against his leg, moving up his calf with deliberate softness, tracing a light, teasing path.

Gowtham coughed suddenly, nearly choking on his food. His eyes widened in shock at her unexpected initiative.

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Kind request don't post any images, it may get misunderstood by other readers.

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Chapter 95 - Make-Up Pleasure


Sneha had been thinking about it all day. The guilt from the previous night still lingered. She had stopped Gowtham from touching her for days — especially after that morning when he had tried to push his cock deep into her throat while Suresh walked in. She had felt small, exposed, and ashamed in that moment. In her anger and confusion, she had punished him, setting strict rules and pushing him away.
But now she understood. Gowtham hadn’t done anything wrong. He had only tried to calm her down in the only way he knew. And she had hurt him.

Tonight, she decided to treat him. To give him the best.
During Dinner. 


The moment her toe touched gowtham was shocked, he coughed and almost choked on food. Bitch this is unexpected… I was just planning to lure you into bed, you are volunteering.. Okay if you want to take the lead then let me play hard to get.. 


He quickly got up and said.. He had finished and went to the master bedroom. Sneha laughed, idiot putting up an act.. smart.. Wait da badava im coming for you..


The night was quiet, almost too quiet.
She waited until Suresh had locked himself in the guest room. Then she walked into the master bedroom where Gowtham was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone, pretending to be uninterested. But she knows he was expecting her..

Sneha closed the door softly behind her and locked it.

Gowtham didn’t even look up.


She stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, then slowly climbed onto it, crawling toward him on all fours like a cat. Her light nighty rode up her thighs, showing the smooth skin beneath.


Gowtham finally glanced at her but kept his face neutral. “What do you want?”

“Won’t you know what I want?” Sneha asked, her voice soft but teasing.

Gowtham looked at her, pretending ignorance. “I don’t know.”

Sneha tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “I want answers.”



Gowtham was slightly shocked. “What is that now? Did I carelessly leave any loopholes?”

“What?”



Sneha continued, her eyes locked on his. 

“Why do you neglect me for days? I hoped you would make a move… especially the day when you noticed me and Suresh were back on terms.”



Gowtham’s jaw tightened. “I won’t… why should I? You thought me so low…”

Sneha laughed inside. He is still playing hard… how cute.



She didn’t answer with words. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, pushing him gently but firmly onto his back. Gowtham resisted for a second, pretending indifference, but she was determined.



She straddled his waist, her nighty slipping further off one shoulder, fully exposing the soft, full curve of her breast. Gowtham’s breathing changed instantly. His eyes darkened with desire, but he still tried to act cool. “Sneha… I thought you had rules.”



“Shhh…” she whispered, her voice low and husky, full of promise. 

“Tonight, there are no rules.”



She winked at him playfully.
Gowtham swallowed hard. “I’m not interested…”


Sneha’s fingers traced slowly down his stomach, teasing every ridge of muscle, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. She could already feel how hard he was beneath the fabric.

She grabbed his cock over the boxer and gave it a firm, slow squeeze. “Your dick says something else… and you say you’re not interested?” She pressed it again, feeling it throb under her palm.

Gowtham felt like he was in a dream. A woman taking the initiative like this — bold, hungry, unapologetic — left him completely overpowered. His usual control was slipping fast.



Sneha leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “I know I hurt you,” 
she whispered. “Today, let me give you pleasure you’ll never forget.”


She kissed his neck, then moved lower, trailing soft, wet kisses down his chest and stomach. When she reached his boxers, she slowly pulled them down, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang up, already leaking precum at the tip.

Sneha licked his dick slowly, dragging her warm, wet tongue from the base all the way up to the swollen head. “I know how it must have hurt when I held your penis like that to find the truth…” she whispered, her voice husky and full of regret.


She wrapped her soft fingers around the thick base and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, squeezing just enough to make him throb in her hand. “The same dick… I will give my utmost attention with love.”


Gowtham groaned despite himself, his hips jerking slightly. His hand moved instinctively to her hair, fingers threading through the strands, not forcing her yet, but clearly fighting the urge to.

Sneha looked up at him with sultry, half-lidded eyes, her lips glistening. “You like that?”

Without waiting for an answer, she opened her mouth and took the head inside. She sucked gently at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, tasting every drop. Then she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his thickness as she bobbed her head slowly, taking more of him with each downward stroke.


The wet, obscene sounds filled the room — soft slurping, her tongue working eagerly, the occasional quiet gag as she pushed herself further. Saliva dripped down his shaft, making everything slick and messy.

Gowtham’s breathing grew heavier. “Fuck… Sneha…”

She moaned around his cock, the vibration sending pleasure shooting through him. She was completely focused on him now — sucking harder, taking him deeper, her hand stroking the part she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her eyes never left his face, watching every reaction, every twitch of pleasure she drew from him.


She pulled off for a moment, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. “You tried to fuck my throat that morning… remember?” she whispered, voice hoarse with lust. “I stopped you then. Tonight, I won’t.”


Before he could respond, she took him deep again — relaxing her throat and pushing forward until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She held him there, eyes watering slightly, then pulled back slowly, gasping for air, before diving down once more.

She sucked him with pure hunger now — long, sloppy strokes, occasional deep-throating, teasing the underside with her tongue. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take, while her other hand gently massaged his balls.

Gowtham’s control was slipping fast. His fingers tightened in her hair as he groaned, “Fuck… you’re so good at this…”

He started fucking her mouth deeper, faster, his hips thrusting upward with raw need. Sneha took it eagerly, relaxing her throat, letting him use her. The wet, filthy sounds of her gagging and slurping filled the room as saliva dripped down her chin and onto his balls. Her eyes watered, but she never pulled away, moaning around his thick cock, the vibrations driving him wild.

His thighs started trembling. His breathing turned ragged. With a low, guttural groan that vibrated through his entire body, he came hard down her throat. Thick, hot spurts flooded her mouth as he held her head firmly in place, pulsing again and again, emptying himself completely.



Sneha swallowed every drop, her throat working around him, milking him until he had nothing left. Only then did she slowly pull off, gasping for air. A thin string of saliva and cum connected her swollen lips to the tip of his cock before breaking. She licked her lips clean, savoring the taste of him, and looked up at him with a satisfied, slightly shy smile.


Gowtham was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, staring down at her in pure disbelief and raw, hungry lust. His hand was still tangled in her hair, gently stroking now, almost tenderly.

Sneha crawled up his body like a satisfied cat, her nighty completely disheveled, breasts brushing against his chest. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, letting him taste himself on her tongue.

“I’m sorry for punishing you,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice husky and sincere. “This is my way of saying I trust you again.”
Gowtham pulled her close with a low growl, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. His hand slid down possessively to squeeze her full, round ass, pulling her tighter against his still-hard cock.

“The night is far from over,” he murmured, voice thick with renewed desire, already thinking about all the ways he wanted to repay her.

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Chapter 96 - Morning Steps

Suresh woke up at 5:20 AM, as usual. He quietly wore a simple t-shirt and track pants and stepped out of the guest room. Just as he closed the door behind him, he heard another soft click — Sneha’s room.

She stepped out wearing black leggings and a fitting top. She was tying her hair into a neat ponytail, looking fresh and determined. Before her door fully shut, Suresh caught a quick glimpse of Gowtham sleeping deeply on the bed, completely nude.

It didn’t bother him anymore.
But he was surprised to see her getting ready so early.

Sneha closed her door and smiled when she saw him. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Suresh replied, his voice still a little rough from sleep.
He asked casually, “Where are you going at this hour?”

Sneha turned the question back on him with a playful smile. “Where were you going at this hour, Sir?”
“As usual — for a walk, then a little jog and exercise.”

Sneha’s eyes lit up. Then i'm also!
“I’m joining you.”

Suresh raised an eyebrow. “What? Why all of a sudden?”

“Off late, I only get a few hours in the morning to spend time with you, and even then you disappear for 30-40 minutes for your routine. So I thought, why not join you?”

Suresh tilted his head. “Why don’t I spend evenings with you?”
Sneha gave him a knowing look. “Ask yourself. Evenings anyway you are busy with your mobile and it is always about dinner. 

This is how we were earlier, right?” Suresh reasoned. 

“Yes,” she continued softly, “but we would spend some time talking in bed!! But these days you have reasons -  business and choose to stay away from me. And you are telling me you may take a month’s time to get done with meetings at night. 

This is my only way to pull you back… make you remember there is a wife for you.


She got closer to him and Hold his shirt and said no more question
I’m going with you... now.”

Suresh hesitated, studying her face for a moment. 
“I don’t mind you joining, but I’m warning you — this won’t suit you. You may breathe heavily and won’t be able to keep up.”
Sneha smiled confidently. “Let me try. We used to do this together before. Remember?”



Sneha smiled, remembering their old days. “We used to go for walks together in the early mornings. We had so much fun chatting. Let me try again.”

After a moment, Suresh gave in with a small sigh. “Alright. But don’t complain later.”

They stepped out together into the cool morning air. The streets were still quiet, with only the faint sound of birds waking up. At first, Sneha kept pace easily, chatting about small things — Ramya’s college projects, the pleasant weather, random memories from their early marriage days. Suresh listened, occasionally replying with short comments, the conversation feeling surprisingly light.

But as they increased the speed into a light jog, Sneha started struggling. Her breathing grew heavier, her steps became uneven, and she eventually slowed down, hands on her hips, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Suresh glanced at her and couldn’t help but laugh. “Told you. Already tired?”

“Shut up,” she said, panting but smiling through it. “It’s been a long time since I did this.”
He slowed down to match her pace and offered his hand. “Come on, hold my hand. We’ll walk for a while.”

As she took his hand, Suresh suddenly remembered her energy while getting fucked by Gowtham. She gets so energetic and wild during sex, lasting for hours, but a simple morning walk and she’s already struggling. 

The thought made him laugh uncontrollably, a short burst escaping before he could stop it.
Sneha looked at him curiously. “Why are you laughing?”
“Nothing,” he said, still smiling. “Just come.”

She took his hand, and they continued at a comfortable speed. The morning sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky in soft orange and pink hues. For a few minutes, it almost felt like old times — light teasing, shared laughter, and comfortable silence between them.

At a small park nearby, they stopped for some light exercises. Suresh showed her simple stretches — touching toes, side bends, and gentle lunges. Sneha tried to follow but wobbled a bit on the lunges, nearly losing balance, which made Suresh laugh again.


“Your wardrobe isn’t suitable for morning walks and exercise,” he said, looking at her tight top and leggings. “You should get some proper fits — comfortable ones, specially made for walking and jogging. Breathable fabric, good support… you’ll feel much better.”

Sneha nodded, slightly embarrassed but secretly happy that he was noticing her like this. “I will,” she replied with a small smile. “But you need to take me shopping to buy new ones.”

Suresh gave a short laugh, but inside, he felt a strange mix of warmth and guilt. He saw a new side of her this morning — trying, determined, and genuinely wanting to spend time with him. For a brief moment, it almost felt like the old days.

She is unpredictable, he thought. The morning sight of her coming out of Gowtham’s room flashed in his mind again — fresh, glowing, tying her hair after spending the night with another man. Though he was lost in the moment with her now, the reminder hit him hard. I need to meet the lawyer today at any cost and find a solution.

Before he could dwell on it further, his phone buzzed. A message from Vinodhini Rakesh popped up:

Come early to the office. We have an emergency thing to figure out.



Suresh didnt respond, instead he quickly sent a message to Manohar, the lawyer:

Can we meet at the earliest today?
The reply came almost instantly: Yes.


Suresh stared at the screen for a second. He didn’t know it yet, but these two meetings today would completely change his perspective on everything he had been planning so far.

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Dear Author, Is there any mistake by chance? It seems whole night missing. And chapter 95 named 2 times.

Thank You.

Not at all, everyone will know what would have happened  after her style apology , so didnt focus on it and jumped to morning episode. regarding chapter number i have edited it :) yes its a mistake

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Chapter 97- The New Morning Routines


After their morning walk and light exercises, both Suresh and Sneha returned home, breathing heavily. Sweat glistened on their skin from the fresh morning air, making their clothes cling lightly to their bodies.

Sneha headed straight to the kitchen to fetch a glass of cold water, but Suresh stopped her gently by the arm. “Don’t drink it like that. Wait patiently for a minute or two, then sip slowly.” He shared a few simple tips he had learned over the years.  how taking small sips helps the body rehydrate more comfortably, and why allowing the body to cool down naturally can make recovery feel easier.


Sneha listened attentively, nodding with a small, appreciative smile. There was something comforting about these small, caring moments. A few minutes later, she handed him a cup of hot coffee. Suresh took it gratefully, the aroma filling the kitchen.
“I’m going early today,” he informed her. “Please prepare breakfast soon.”

At 6:50 AM, Sneha entered the master bedroom to take a quick shower. She was surprised to see Gowtham already inside — the sound of running water echoing from the bathroom. She knocked lightly on the door.

“I need to shower too. Be quick,” she called.
“I’m coming out,” Gowtham replied.

Sneha had already started undressing, letting her sports top and leggings fall to the floor. She wrapped a towel around her body, tucking it securely above her breasts. The moment the bathroom door opened, Gowtham stepped out, still dripping wet, wearing only a towel loosely tied around his waist. Water droplets traced down his muscular chest and abs.

While Sneha entered Bathroom, Without a word, he stepped back into the bathroom with her and locked the door behind them with a soft click.
“What—” Sneha began, surprised, but Gowtham cut her off with a hungry, intense look in his eyes.



“What—” Sneha began, surprised, but Gowtham cut her off with a hungry, intense look in his eyes.

“I missed the morning sex,” he said, his voice low and rough. 
“When did you go out without informing me? he asked her

 I want to spend some time with my Husband.. So gone off bed early...”

But i badly miss our morning sex..

Sneha sighed, but she couldn’t hide the small, playful smile tugging at her lips.
 “From now on, no morning sex. Don’t worry, we’ll have fun at night. 

You? Night?

Gowtham raised an eyebrow, stepping closer until their bodies were almost touching. The warm steam from the shower filled the small space, making everything feel intimate and charged. “After teasing me with your mouth last night, you just allowed me one quick session, and at midnight I spooned you while you slept. I expected more last night.. but you stopped me... You’re completely ignoring my needs.”

Speaking, he reached out and unwrapped her towel in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the wet floor with a soft thud. 

Hey Sneha said towel is fully wet ..

Gowtham said, i have a towel, lets got out with same towel, he winked, she slapped his hand playfully.

Sneha stood completely naked in front of him, he pushed her to center of shower and turned on.. 
water already beginning to cascade over her bare skin.

He said i need morning sex, i cannot give it up..

“I need to wake up early,” she protested weakly, though her body was already responding to his closeness.
“If we keep doing this, I’ll feel tired and cook late. 
Let’s start sex early by 10 PM and end it before 1 AM. Deal?”

“No deal,” Gowtham said with a wicked smirk, his hands sliding down to grip her hips possessively. 

“Why? Morning sex is a boost to me. Maybe like this we shall…”
You spend time with him.. and after that lets have like this..
“Like what?” Sneha asked, already knowing the answer, her voice breathy with anticipation



Without another word, Gowtham lifted her by her hips, pressing her back against the cool tiled wall. The contrast of the cold tiles and the hot water running over them made her gasp. He positioned himself between her legs and thrust his hard cock deep inside her in one smooth, powerful motion.

Sneha moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss as the water poured over their joined bodies. Gowtham fucked her hard against the wall — deep, rhythmic thrusts that made her breasts bounce with every movement. His hands gripped her ass firmly, holding her in place as he took what he had been craving.

For the next ten minutes, the shower was filled with the sound of wet skin slapping, heavy breathing, and passionate moans. Sneha’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her body arching against him as pleasure built rapidly. Gowtham buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting gently as he drove deeper.

When Sneha came, she shuddered violently in his arms, crying out his name. Gowtham followed soon after, groaning deeply as he emptied himself inside her, holding her tight against the wall.

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily under the warm spray, water cascading over their entangled bodies. 

Sneha kissed him softly, a satisfied smile on her lips.


They bathed together afterward — soaping each other’s bodies with slow, lingering touches. Gowtham’s hands roamed over her wet skin, massaging her shoulders, cupping her breasts, and sliding down to squeeze her ass. Sneha returned the favor, running her soapy hands over his chest and back, occasionally brushing teasingly against his still-sensitive cock. 

They stole soft, playful kisses under the warm spray, laughing quietly between them as the water washed away the evidence of their passion.


At 7:20 AM, Sneha finally came out of the bathroom, breathing heavily but glowing with satisfaction. Her skin was flushed, her hair damp, and there was a fresh sparkle in her eyes. She quickly dressed into a simple, comfortable nighty and went straight to the kitchen to cook.

Breakfast was prepared by 8 AM — hot idlis, spicy dal. She also packed lunch boxes for all three of them with care. The routine was slowly coming back, and for a moment, it almost felt normal.

Gowtham wanted to show off to Suresh that he and Sneha were back on track.
He was waiting for the right moment, a smug confidence in his posture.

After breakfast, Sneha placed the lunch boxes in front of both men. As Suresh was about to leave, Gowtham came near her, pulled her by the hip possessively, and said in a low voice, “Miss you, baby. Tonight let’s start early.” He leaned in to kiss her lips.

But to everyone's surprise. Sneha quickly brought her hand up between their lips, stopping him firmly. She raised an eyebrow and said clearly, “Not here. Only in that bedroom. Go now. Goodbye.”

Gowtham paused, visibly disappointed, but said nothing.

Suresh watched the entire exchange quietly. Sneha’s face remained smiling as she turned fully toward him. “Goodbye. Eat full, don’t bring half the food uneaten.” She gave him a flying kiss and added warmly, “Goodbye.”. Suresh was stunned.. Suresh im telling to you.. Yesterday you brought one dosa uneaten..  A Second dramatic flying kiss — slow, deliberate, and full of affection.

Gowtham, midway to the door, turned back. She waved gowtham good bye.. He was disappointed that, he only got a casual “Goodbye” from her. But Suresh a flying kiss?

Suresh smirked inside. For some reason, he was smiling. He was happy to see the arrogant Gowtham being put in his place — right in front of him — by Sneha.

Suresh got a message as he kept smiling. It was from Manohar: We can meet if you can come in 20 mins. Suresh’s smile faded. He took his car and raced toward the lawyer’s office.

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Chapter 97 - Pieces Falling


Suresh sat across from Manohar in the lawyer’s office, the laptop open between them. He had copied everything he could from Gowtham’s phone — the photos, the videos, and screenshots of the chats between Gowtham and Sneha.

“I have the full copies now,” Suresh said, voice low. “Photos, videos, everything. Is this enough?”
He was about to turn the screen toward the lawyer, but Manohar raised a hand to stop him.

“We are not filing anything yet. It’s too early. First, you should show this to your wife and try to convince her for mutual consent. That’s the cleanest and fastest way.”

Suresh frowned. “And if she doesn’t agree?”

“Then it becomes contested. She may even claim it was with your consent — especially if she has any proof of that. I will fight it, but I need you to prepare for both scenarios. How did you get all this?”
“I took copies from Gowtham’s phone,” Suresh admitted.

Manohar nodded slowly. “Good. Keep everything organized. But be careful. If this goes contested, it will get ugly — child custody, public hearings, character assassination. Try mutual first. Show her the evidence privately. Fear of exposure often makes people agree.”

“But let’s do one thing,” the lawyer continued. “Prepare for both. I need you to arrange the photos, screenshots, timestamps — the full timeline of events. Organize them to prove this was a pattern, not a one-time thing.”
Suresh nodded.

Manohar added, “It may be a burden, but you have to keep the photos separate in folders, date-wise. One question — did you copy the full album from Gowtham’s phone or just their photos together?”
“Full,” Suresh replied.

“Then it’s good. Sometimes there may be clues in random photos we might overlook — condoms, purchase receipts, anything. Additional proof we never thought would matter. Take your time. Carefully analyse each and every photo from his gallery. Proofs may be hidden in the most unexpected places.”

Suresh assured him he would work on it.
He left the lawyer’s office with a heavy mind. The meeting hadn’t given him the quick solution he had hoped for. 
Instead, he was given a task to carefully analyse Gowtham’s entire gallery.

---

At the office, Vinodhini was waiting for him with a file in her hand.


“Aditya is holding the annual business meet next week,” she informed him. “It’s also the company’s 45th anniversary function. He usually invites all his staff and their families to participate. He will personally visit everyone and interact with their families during the function.
We are on the team to collect personal details and prepare special gifts for families.”

Suresh was surprised. “We need to bring family?”
“Yes,” Vinodhini said firmly. “It’s non-negotiable. He likes seeing the full picture.”

Suresh started collecting personal details of every staff member — children’s names, colleges, ages. Vinodhini handled details about the women in the house — whether they were housewives or employed. A few more staff were working on matching gifts to their needs.

In the middle of work, Vinodhini excused herself. “I need to visit my husband, Rakesh. He just came from Chennai. Can you take care of this Excel sheet? Just convert it to PDF and send it to the Shaam team.”


The names “Rakesh” and “Chennai” struck Suresh like a bolt. He remembered the old messages on Gowtham’s phone — the saved contact as “Anish” but clearly Rakesh in the photos. He did not even properly enquire about it.. For a moment he thought what if Vinodhini’s husband is Rakesh?


He wanted to make sure about it, so he stopped vinodhini from moving and asked. 
“Is your husband an IT person from Chennai?” Suresh asked, trying to sound casual.

Yes why? Vinodhini asked

He lied smoothly, “I know a friend who works in a company I lost touch with. 
Maybe your husband could be my friend.”

“No,” I mean i dont think so he could be your friend.. 
He asked why?

she replied, showing him a photo on her phone. 
It was a mid-40s man, smiling confidently.

Suresh’s hope faded. It wasn’t the same person he had suspected. Not the face that matched like once Gowtham showed him. 

Vinodhini laughed. “Don’t you see how illogical that is? My husband is mid-40s, you’re in your mid-30s. 
Looks like you forgot your senses.”


After teasing him, she decided to help. “Where did he work?”

“A startup firm in Chennai… something like Setoper Solutions.”
Vinodhini’s expression changed slightly. “I think I’ve come across that name somewhere. I’ll figure it out and let you know.”

In the evening, just before leaving for home, Suresh received a text from Vinodhini:


That company you mentioned was partnered with one of our funded companies. 
I’ll get full details about your friend tomorrow.

Suresh stared at the message, a new layer of doubt creeping in. 
But before he could think further, Aditya arrived and distracted him completely.

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Chapter 98 - Lines Being Drawn


In the evening, just before leaving for home, Suresh received a text from Vinodhini:

That company you mentioned was partnered with one of our funded companies. I’ll get full details about your friend tomorrow.
Suresh stared at the message, a new layer of doubt creeping in. But before he could think further, Aditya arrived and distracted him completely.
Aditya walked into the office around 4 PM with his usual commanding presence. The core team members were called in one by one to his cabin. When Suresh’s turn came, Aditya handed him a beautifully designed customized card.

On it was printed:
Suresh
Sneha
Ramya

Aditya smiled. “Bring your family. Top business people from across the country are coming. This is not just a meet — it’s our 45th anniversary celebration. Dress well. Here’s something to help.”

He slid an envelope across the table containing 50,000 rupees in cash.

Suresh was surprised but accepted it politely, knowing he had given same cash to everyone.
Aditya continued, enquiring about the list of the other 65 staff members who were invited. 
Suresh and his team had been working on the detailed list — names, family members, children’s ages, colleges, and preferences for gifts.
Aditya nodded approvingly.

“Make sure everything is perfect. I want to personally interact with every family.”

---

Meanwhile, at Gowtham’s office, he had decided to throw Varsha a curveball.


During the training session, he suddenly announced a surprise test. He deliberately gave her the toughest and most technical questions — ones that even experienced staff would find challenging. He made sure she struggled visibly in front of everyone. Every time she hesitated or gave a slightly incorrect answer, he corrected her with a sharp, almost mocking tone, drawing the attention of the entire batch.
Varsha’s face flushed with embarrassment as she tried her best, but the questions kept coming. Gowtham watched with hidden satisfaction, enjoying the way her confidence cracked in public. This is what you get for challenging me, he thought.
Later, when no one was looking, he quietly included her poor performance in the official trainee assessment report. He even added a small note about “lack of focus and preparation.”

When the results were shared at the end of the session, Varsha’s eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lip hard, refusing to let them fall in front of the others. Her fists clenched tightly under the table until her knuckles turned white.

I won’t let him win so easily, she thought, a quiet fire burning in her chest. She was determined — more than ever — to rise above this.

---

On the way to his home in the car, Suresh’s mind was still occupied with the lawyer’s words. As he looked at the invitation card with Sneha’s and Ramya’s names printed neatly beside his, he also remembered Viraj’s warning about Aditya. He knew things could spiral out of control if he wasn’t careful. He needed to draw a strict line.



Suresh reached home by 7 PM. Sneha welcomed him with a warm hug the moment he stepped inside. Her body pressed against him for a second longer than usual, and he could feel the softness of her breasts through the low-cut blouse. She had prepared herself carefully — wearing a sexy saree that showed the deep curve of her breasts from the side, the pallu dbangd in a way that was both elegant and inviting.

She wait for him to return after he get freshed up.

Suresh sat on sofa and figuring out way to hit his room early so that he can focus on the proofs.

She went near him and kissed his cheek softly, her lips lingering for a moment.
I know you would have work.. but 
“Can you take a break today? Just the two of us… I will come to your room,” 
she whispered, her voice full of hope.

Suresh gently pulled back. “I’m sorry, Sneha. I truly have work. I need to collect and figure out some things.”

“What collect? What figure out?” Sneha asked, her smile fading slightly.

“It’s work. You won’t understand. Cook whatever you can quickly. I need to go back to work.”

She stood there for a second, disappointment flickering across her face, but she nodded quietly and went to prepare food. 

---

By 8 PM, dinner was ready.

Gowtham, on the other hand, found himself very happy with the satisfaction of punishing Varsha — his cruel revenge for haunting him. But as soon as he entered the house and saw Sneha, he remembered the morning hurt. Bitch, let me teach you properly. I won’t stop fucking you. Let’s see how you go out in the morning, he thought to himself.

During dinner, he made it obvious. His toe stretched under the table, brushing against her thigh, moving closer. Suresh was lost in thoughts, wanting to figure out and organize the photos — a Himalayan task he had taken upon himself. As soon as the dinner ended, he swiftly moved to the guest bedroom and locked it.

Sneha was not disappointed because she knew he had work. She had just tried her luck. Inside the room, Suresh’s real goal was to organize the photos and videos he had copied from Gowtham’s phone. He wanted to separate the random photos and suspicious ones into different folders — anything that could serve as proof of a pattern also an unseen elements that can strengthen the case.

Gowtham rose from his place after seeing Suresh disappear into the guest room and lock the door. 
He walked over slowly and sat on the chair right next to her at the dinner table. His eyes traced her body openly — the way the sexy saree clung to her curves, the low-cut blouse revealing the soft, deep valley of her cleavage, the pallu slightly loosened after a long day.

“Your saree is sexy,” he said in a low, husky voice, leaning closer, “but I fear I will tear it here. Come soon, darling.” 
He winked, his gaze lingering shamelessly on her breasts. Sneha felt his eyes on her like a physical touch
She was tempted but controlling.. She said wait for me.. i will come after finishing cleaning vessels.

For the next ten minutes, she moved around the kitchen, washing vessels and putting things away, very aware of Gowtham’s presence behind her.

She could feel his stare following her every movement — the sway of her hips, the way her saree pallu shifted when she reached up, the gentle jiggle of her breasts as she worked. The morning’s closeness with Suresh and the intense shower with Gowtham were still fresh in her mind, making her body feel warm and sensitive.

The house felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for the next move.

Gowtham sat there, legs spread casually, watching her with dark hunger. He didn’t rush. He enjoyed the slow tease — knowing she could feel his eyes on her, knowing she was thinking about him. His cock was already stirring in his pants as he imagined pulling her pallu down right there.

Sneha finished the last vessel and wiped her hands. She turned around slowly, meeting his intense gaze. The air between them felt thick, charged with unspoken desire.

Unkown to them, Suresh had created a folder, Suspicious images. Which had answer to every confusions around, every schemes around the couple.

[heygiwriter]

What an incredibly moving and beautifully written story. My heartfelt respect to the writer—every episode pulls me in completely, leaving me restless and longing for what comes next.

At the heart of it all is Sneha. Her innocence is not just a trait, but the very soul of the story. Watching her journey—from being gently drawn into role-play to slowly, almost  becoming a part of something far more complex with Goutham—feels both tender and tragic. What makes it more painful is Suresh’s silence, his passive acceptance, as if he too was swept away by forces he couldn’t control.

Suresh, to me, feels like a deeply conflicted man. Not strong enough to confront, not clear enough to understand his own emotions. Instead of standing firm or protecting what he truly values, he turns inward, letting his pain twist into something else. His thoughts of divorce don’t feel like strength—they feel like surrender. A quiet, aching escape from a situation he no longer knows how to face. And in doing so, he begins to lose himself.

What hurts even more is the contradiction—he once gave Sneha the space that allowed all of this to unfold, and now he longs to reclaim his place in her life, to be seen and respected again. But emotions don’t simply reset. Sneha, in her own fragile way, seems to believe this is temporary, something that will pass like a fleeting phase. It reminds me of promises we make to ourselves, believing we’ll change, yet finding ourselves unable to let go.

Goutham, too, is not entirely a villain in my eyes. He feels more like a catalyst—young, impulsive, driven by desire, but not necessarily malicious. And yet, it’s easy for readers to place blame on him, or even on Sneha, without fully understanding the emotional voids and silent struggles that led her here.

Sneha’s state now feels deeply human—conflicted, searching, trying to separate love from physical need. She believes she is still loved, still respected, even within this blurred reality. And that belief makes everything even more heartbreaking.

But when she learns of Suresh’s decision to leave, something shifts. Her true emotions begin to surface—raw, undeniable, and powerful. In that moment, it becomes clear that she is not just part of the story—she is the story. Everything revolves around her choices, her feelings, her awakening.

As for Suresh, I can’t help but wonder—will he realize what he has lost and grow from it, or will he remain trapped in his own misunderstandings? That uncertainty lingers heavily.

I truly hope the writer continues this story with the same emotional depth and honesty, staying true to its essence rather than being influenced by outside voices.

Wishing the writer not just success, but the recognition this deeply touching story. truly deserves!!

BIG THANKS.. Feels Motivated. You were spot on in most of the places :)

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Chapter 99 - Midnight Indulgence  


Gowtham sat on the edge of the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, legs spread wide, shirtless, his powerful chest rising and falling with barely restrained hunger. The dim lamp cast seductive shadows across his muscles and the massive, throbbing bulge in his pants. He had been waiting for her.

Sneha stepped inside after finishing the kitchen work, still wearing the special sexy saree she had chosen earlier that evening — a deep maroon silk that clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. The blouse was deliberately low-cut, tight, and revealing, pushing her heavy breasts up and together, creating a deep, tempting cleavage with just a hint of her dark areolas peeking at the edges. She had worn it hoping Suresh would finally notice her, touch her, want her. But he had barely glanced at her before muttering about work and shutting his door. She wanted to treat Suresh special, but he rejected her, she was not disappointed, but she went to Gowtham.

Now, that same saree was going to be ruined by Gowtham.

The moment she closed the bedroom door, Gowtham’s dark, authoritative eyes raked over her body slowly, drinking in the sexy saree and the slutty little blouse she had worn for another man.

“Come here,” he commanded, voice low and rough. She instantly realised the game, she wanted it, the dominance. The hardness Gowtham gives.

Sneha’s heart raced wildly as she walked toward him, the silky maroon saree whispering against her thighs with every step. Her heavy breasts strained against the tight, low-cut blouse she had worn for Suresh, the deep neckline offering a sinful view of her cleavage.

Before she could even speak, Gowtham’s large hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in a powerful grip. He yanked her forward roughly, pulling her between his spread thighs until her body was pressed flush against him.

“You dressed like a sexy little whore for him,” he growled, his voice thick with dark, possessive jealousy. His eyes burned as they dropped to her chest. “This tight, low-cut blouse… these deep necklines practically begging to show off my tits. And that bastard didn’t even look at you, did he? What a fucking waste.”

His hands roamed over her body possessively — sliding up her waist, cupping and squeezing her heavy breasts through the thin fabric, thumbs deliberately brushing over her already hardened nipples.
Sneha’s breath hitched. She quickly placed a trembling finger on his lips, trying to silence him.

“Watch your words,” she whispered, voice soft but firm. “He is my husband… You are just my friend.”

The moment the words left her mouth, something dangerous flashed in Gowtham’s eyes. The shame and frustration from that morning surged through him like fire. He was done with her little games, done with her trying to put him in a box. He wanted to remind her exactly who was in control tonight.

He was no longer in the mood for nonsense.

Without warning, Gowtham surged to his feet, towering over her. In one brutal motion, he slammed her back against the bedroom door with enough force to make her gasp. His mouth crashed down on hers in a savage, dominating kiss — his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, claiming her completely, tasting every inch of her. One strong hand fisted tightly in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck, while his other hand roughly squeezed and kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples hard through the blouse.

He pulled back just enough to stare into her eyes, his gaze feral.

Then, with deliberate, almost cruel slowness, he hooked two fingers into the edge of her pallu. He didn’t pull it away gently. He ripped it off her shoulder in one violent tug. The silky maroon fabric tore slightly as it slid down her body in a sensual cascade, pooling uselessly around her feet and fully exposing the scandalously low-cut blouse that was barely containing her massive, heaving breasts.

Gowtham’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. He grabbed the front of the tight blouse with both hands and tore it open violently. The buttons flew across the room like tiny bullets, scattering on the floor. Her heavy, round breasts spilled out freely into the cool air, bouncing heavily with the sudden movement. Her dark, swollen nipples were already painfully erect, begging for his mouth.

“Fuck… look at these big, juicy tits,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. He immediately buried his face between them, inhaling her scent before latching onto one stiff nipple. He sucked it hard, tongue flicking rapidly, then bit down possessively, making her cry out sharply. His hands mauled the soft, overflowing flesh roughly, squeezing, kneading, and slapping them lightly so they jiggled for him.



“You wore this tiny, slutty blouse for him…” he snarled against her wet skin, teeth grazing her nipple again, “and now I get to destroy it. I get to destroy you.”

Sneha’s head fell back against the door with a moan. A fresh gush of wetness flooded her pussy. For once, she didn’t want to fight. She didn’t want to be in control. She loved how Gowtham was taking over completely — his raw dominance, his rage, his possessiveness. She decided right then to submit herself fully to him tonight.

Her hands gripped his hair tightly as she arched her chest into his hungry mouth, offering her breasts to him completely. Her thighs pressed together, trying to ease the throbbing ache between them, but it was useless. Her swollen pussy was dripping, soaking her inner thighs.

Gowtham didn’t stop. With one final rough yank, he shoved the rest of her saree and petticoat down her wide hips. The fabrics pooled at her ankles. In seconds, Sneha stood completely naked before him — her curvy, flushed body fully exposed. Her massive breasts heaved with every breath, nipples glistening with his saliva. Her smooth, swollen pussy lips were visibly wet, her clit peeking out, thighs trembling with desperate need.

She was his to ruin.

Gowtham lifted her effortlessly, her thick legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the bed. He threw her down and stood over her for a moment, admiring the sight of her naked, aroused body — the same body she had dressed so sexily for her husband, now completely his to ruin.



“I’m going to fuck you harder than he ever could,” he snarled, shoving his pants down. His thick, veined cock sprang free, rock-hard and leaking.

He climbed on top of her, spread her legs wide, and slammed balls-deep into her soaked pussy in one dominant thrust.


Sneha screamed in pleasure as Gowtham took her hard and fast in missionary. He pinned her wrists high above her head with one powerful hand, completely immobilizing her. His muscular hips slammed forward relentlessly, driving his thick, veined cock balls-deep into her soaked pussy with every brutal stroke. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as her heavy breasts bounced wildly in rhythm with his pounding.

 Her dark nipples were swollen and glistening. Gowtham kept his mouth latched onto them the entire time — sucking hard, biting possessively, tugging them with his teeth until she cried out. Each deep thrust made her juices squirt out around his cock, coating his balls and dripping down to soak the sheets. “You’re mine,” he growled against her breast, “say it.” Sneha could only moan brokenly, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being completely dominated.


At 12:40 AM, Gowtham flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. He yanked her hips up high, forcing her into a deep, arched doggy-style position — ass up, face pressed into the pillow, back curved like a bitch in heat. He spread her plump ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing her dripping pussy and tight little hole, then slammed back inside her in one savage thrust. The new angle let him reach even deeper, his thick cock bullying her cervix with every powerful stroke. 

Her heavy breasts swung heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the sheets. Gowtham’s hips slapped loudly against her juicy ass, the sound echoing obscenely. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles while pounding her mercilessly. Sneha’s moans turned into loud, broken cries as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching and gushing around his cock.



At exactly 1:00 AM, Sneha was panting and trembling, her voice hoarse. She tried to push back weakly against his chest.

“Gowtham… stop… please,” she gasped between moans. “It’s already 1 AM… I need to go and join my husband in the morning…” We should stop and go for sleep after this. 

Gowtham’s eyes flashed with dark amusement and raw possessiveness. He didn’t slow down even for a second. Instead, he gripped her hips harder and slammed into her even deeper, making her cry out.


“Today it’s my turn,” he growled, voice low and commanding. “Last night you played everything according to your rules. Today you will agree to my terms.” He leaned down, biting her shoulder possessively as he continued pounding her soaked cunt. “I’m not leaving you tonight. You’re staying right here with me.”

Inside, Gowtham smirked with wicked satisfaction. I won’t let you join him in the morning, he thought, thrusting harder, determined to exhaust her completely so she wouldn’t have the strength to leave his bed.


At 1:10 AM, still refusing to let her go, Gowtham lay on his back and dragged her exhausted body on top of him. “Ride me,” he ordered. Sneha, breathless and trembling, straddled his hips. She slowly lowered herself onto his massive, glistening cock, moaning loudly as it stretched her swollen pussy wide open again. Once fully seated, she began bouncing — her heavy breasts jiggling and slapping together hypnotically with every drop.

Her wet hair clung to her flushed skin. Gowtham gripped her wide hips tightly, fingers digging into her soft flesh, guiding her movements faster and harder. He occasionally slapped her ass, the sharp sound mixing with her moans. He sat up suddenly, sucking and biting her bouncing nipples while she rode him desperately, her juices running down his shaft and balls. Sneha’s head fell back in ecstasy, completely lost in the feeling of being used by him.

At 1:35 AM, Gowtham rolled her onto her side. He spooned her from behind, pressing his hard, sweaty body flush against her back. He lifted her top leg high, exposing her dripping pussy, and slid back inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. This position allowed slow, grinding strokes that dragged his thick cock perfectly against her sensitive walls. 

One of his strong hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing lightly, possessively, while the other reached down to rub her clit in lazy, teasing circles. He kissed and bit the back of her neck, whispering filthy words into her ear. “Feel how deep I am inside you? You’re not going anywhere.” Sneha whimpered helplessly, her body trembling with yet another orgasm as his cock throbbed inside her, owning her completely in the most intimate way.


Finally, at 1:50 AM, Gowtham flipped her onto her back once more. He hooked her shaky legs over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove into her with raw, animalistic force. This final missionary was the most intense — deep, punishing, relentless strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce violently. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her glistening skin. Sneha’s eyes rolled back, her voice hoarse from screaming, her pussy red, swollen, and twitching around his thick cock.

Gowtham fucked her like he wanted to break her, his hips slamming forward mercilessly. “Cum with me,” he growled. Their bodies tensed together violently. Sneha screamed his name as her final, most powerful orgasm crashed through her — her pussy spasming wildly, gushing around his cock. At the exact same moment, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural roar and exploded inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in powerful, endless spurts. They came together violently, bodies shaking and locked in ecstasy, her walls milking every drop from him as he filled her completely.

By 2:05 AM, Gowtham collapsed beside her with a satisfied groan. Within minutes, he was fast asleep, breathing deep and heavy, completely spent after the long, brutal sex marathon.

Sneha lay there for a few moments longer, her body limp and trembling, thighs sticky with his cum. Thick white seed slowly leaked from her swollen, well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. She quietly moved away from Gowtham’s sleeping form, her legs shaky as she stood up.

She picked up a soft, short black nighty from the cupboard and headed to the attached bathroom. She took a long, hot shower, letting the steaming water wash over her marked body — rinsing away the sweat, saliva, and strong scent of sex, though the redness and bite marks on her breasts, neck, and thighs remained clearly visible. Her hair became wet and heavy. More of Gowtham’s cum continued to drip out of her as the water ran down between her legs.


After drying herself lightly, she slipped into the thin black nighty that barely reached mid-thigh and clung to her still-damp skin.
Quietly, Sneha left Gowtham’s room and walked to Suresh’s smaller bedroom. Just like last weekend when Ramya was around, she didn’t say a word. She gently climbed onto the bed, carefully straddled Suresh’s sleeping body, and lay down on his chest. Her face rested softly against his warm chest, her wet hair spreading across his shoulder and neck, one of her legs dbangd over his.

Suresh stirred mildly from the sudden movement and added weight on the small bed. He woke up just enough to feel her damp hair and the cool wetness of her freshly showered body pressed against him. He realized instantly, she had taken a bath in the middle of the night. He could smell the faint soap on her skin.

Without speaking, Suresh slowly wrapped one arm around her, pulling her tighter against his chest. His other hand rested on her back, holding her possessively.

Neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to. Each of them pretended in their own way, They simply lay there in silence, breathing softly, holding each other close… and slowly drifted back to sleep.

[heygiwriter]

Relax guys :) I don't decide anything i just write and it is characters which navigates me :)

[heygiwriter]

Sorry guys i had personal works. Could not login and dont bring politics here, kindly edit comments :) This is a place for everyone. Not a place to speak :)

[heygiwriter]

Sorry guys my personal works, and office commitments pulled me in. I planned to start today, but unexpected works. Should get time tomorrow. But once i start writing i try to give 4-5 chapters atleast

[heygiwriter]

Thousand thanks Heygi sir!! It is the happiest ever news that I heard in recent past in my life  

Kindly do post something today...or atleast answers to the recent comments... something like that...

i just wanted to just inform the reason for my absence. i felt some of you may wait.. I Just reached my place no sure if i would get time and i still have some works

[heygiwriter]

Started writing, as im doing this after a long break, just warming up. Tonight no possibility for an update. Tomorrow before noon you can except. All can sleep peacefully :)