Title: Venom Between Blood
Ramesh was a simple man. Honest to a fault, loyal to his family, and deeply in love with his wife, Savita. From the outside, they seemed like a perfect couple — but hidden behind Savita’s sweet smile was a heart driven by greed and jealousy.
Savita had always resented Ramesh's bond with his brothers. The three siblings shared everything — from their father’s old land to their family business. Whenever Ramesh would bring home money, he'd talk of how much he planned to invest in his brothers’ projects, or how they should fix up the old house for the family gatherings.
But Savita wanted more. More for herself, and more for her own family.
Quietly, she started slipping little lies into Ramesh’s ear.
"Your brother took more from the business than you," she'd whisper while massaging his head.
"They laugh behind your back," she'd add as they lay in bed at night.
At first, it was harmless — but soon Ramesh began to see shadows where there were none. The once unbreakable bond between the brothers began to crack.
Savita didn’t stop there. She started preparing special herbal tonics for Ramesh, claiming it would ease his stress. In truth, they were laced with mild poisons — not enough to kill, but enough to cloud his judgment, make him paranoid, irritable, and emotionally unstable.
As Ramesh grew weaker and angrier, he began cutting ties with his brothers. He accused them of theft, betrayal, even plotting against him. The family gatherings stopped, the business suffered, and the house remained in ruins.
Meanwhile, Savita’s own brothers came and went from their house as they pleased. Ramesh, in his dazed and poisoned state, signed off lands, business shares, and money in their names — believing it was for his own benefit. He never questioned how his wife’s family prospered while his own fell apart.
Years passed. One evening, as Ramesh lay on his sickbed — alone, abandoned by his brothers — a kind old village doctor visited. He examined Ramesh and immediately recognized the signs of slow poisoning.
When the truth came out, it was too late. The brothers were gone, the wealth squandered, and Savita’s family had taken everything. Ramesh died a broken man, never fully grasping how the one he loved most had destroyed everything he held dear.
And Savita? She lived on, rich and comfortable — but haunted by the eyes of a man who once loved her without question.
Ramesh was a simple man. Honest to a fault, loyal to his family, and deeply in love with his wife, Savita. From the outside, they seemed like a perfect couple — but hidden behind Savita’s sweet smile was a heart driven by greed and jealousy.
Savita had always resented Ramesh's bond with his brothers. The three siblings shared everything — from their father’s old land to their family business. Whenever Ramesh would bring home money, he'd talk of how much he planned to invest in his brothers’ projects, or how they should fix up the old house for the family gatherings.
But Savita wanted more. More for herself, and more for her own family.
Quietly, she started slipping little lies into Ramesh’s ear.
"Your brother took more from the business than you," she'd whisper while massaging his head.
"They laugh behind your back," she'd add as they lay in bed at night.
At first, it was harmless — but soon Ramesh began to see shadows where there were none. The once unbreakable bond between the brothers began to crack.
Savita didn’t stop there. She started preparing special herbal tonics for Ramesh, claiming it would ease his stress. In truth, they were laced with mild poisons — not enough to kill, but enough to cloud his judgment, make him paranoid, irritable, and emotionally unstable.
As Ramesh grew weaker and angrier, he began cutting ties with his brothers. He accused them of theft, betrayal, even plotting against him. The family gatherings stopped, the business suffered, and the house remained in ruins.
Meanwhile, Savita’s own brothers came and went from their house as they pleased. Ramesh, in his dazed and poisoned state, signed off lands, business shares, and money in their names — believing it was for his own benefit. He never questioned how his wife’s family prospered while his own fell apart.
Years passed. One evening, as Ramesh lay on his sickbed — alone, abandoned by his brothers — a kind old village doctor visited. He examined Ramesh and immediately recognized the signs of slow poisoning.
When the truth came out, it was too late. The brothers were gone, the wealth squandered, and Savita’s family had taken everything. Ramesh died a broken man, never fully grasping how the one he loved most had destroyed everything he held dear.
And Savita? She lived on, rich and comfortable — but haunted by the eyes of a man who once loved her without question.
Title: Venom Between Blood
Ramesh was a simple man. Honest to a fault, loyal to his family, and deeply in love with his wife, Savita. From the outside, they seemed like a perfect couple — but hidden behind Savita’s sweet smile was a heart driven by greed and jealousy.
Savita had always resented Ramesh's bond with his brothers. The three siblings shared everything — from their father’s old land to their family business. Whenever Ramesh would bring home money, he'd talk of how much he planned to invest in his brothers’ projects, or how they should fix up the old house for the family gatherings.
But Savita wanted more. More for herself, and more for her own family.
Quietly, she started slipping little lies into Ramesh’s ear.
"Your brother took more from the business than you," she'd whisper while massaging his head.
"They laugh behind your back," she'd add as they lay in bed at night.
At first, it was harmless — but soon Ramesh began to see shadows where there were none. The once unbreakable bond between the brothers began to crack.
Savita didn’t stop there. She started preparing special herbal tonics for Ramesh, claiming it would ease his stress. In truth, they were laced with mild poisons — not enough to kill, but enough to cloud his judgment, make him paranoid, irritable, and emotionally unstable.
As Ramesh grew weaker and angrier, he began cutting ties with his brothers. He accused them of theft, betrayal, even plotting against him. The family gatherings stopped, the business suffered, and the house remained in ruins.
Meanwhile, Savita’s own brothers came and went from their house as they pleased. Ramesh, in his dazed and poisoned state, signed off lands, business shares, and money in their names — believing it was for his own benefit. He never questioned how his wife’s family prospered while his own fell apart.
Years passed. One evening, as Ramesh lay on his sickbed — alone, abandoned by his brothers — a kind old village doctor visited. He examined Ramesh and immediately recognized the signs of slow poisoning.
When the truth came out, it was too late. The brothers were gone, the wealth squandered, and Savita’s family had taken everything. Ramesh died a broken man, never fully grasping how the one he loved most had destroyed everything he held dear.
And Savita? She lived on, rich and comfortable — but haunted by the eyes of a man who once loved her without question.
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