Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife

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Chapter 25: The 10 Days of together


After Nun and Mohan left… Mirna came to him and said, “As you don’t have anyone to take care, I volunteered to look after you. Will you be okay?”
Vikram looked at her, eyes soft through the swelling. “Thanks… I’m glad…”

A tear dropped from Vikram’s eyes.
That’s it. No further talks between them.


They were nerdy both — didn’t know how to speak with words, but their affection for each grew without words.

The next day… The entire camp, Mohan, nun — all knew some unsaid bond going between Vikram and Mirnaa, but everyone gave them respectful places with no judgment passed.

When everyone was busy packing, Mirnaa took all the reports, scans, and all to the doctor and discussed shifting.


Mohan arrived with an ambulance, and Swathi sent a staff from the hospital to transfer stuffs.
Mirnaa got in the ambulance.


Before she goes, the nun hugged her… Asked her to take care. She said, “All these days I took care of you. Now for the first time you are leaving me to take care of somebody… If that is God’s wish, I cannot stop. Just be careful, call me every now and then, and remember — just 10 days… I want my kid back.”


Mirnaa smiled and waved back.
At the new hospital… Mirnaa registered herself as guardian rather than nurse to avoid hospital procedures.




Day 1–2: The First Steps (Physical Care & Trust)

Vikram was weak — could barely sit up. Mirna helped him with everything: holding the water glass so he could drink, supporting his back when the doctor checked his ribs, adjusting pillows so he could breathe easier.
She never complained, never rushed. When he tried to do something himself and winced, she gently took over — no words, just a soft "Let me."
Vikram noticed: she anticipated his pain before he showed it (fluffed the pillow before he shifted, brought a straw before he tried to sip).
One moment: He tried to stand to use the bathroom. Legs buckled. She caught him — arms around his waist, his arm over her shoulder. They froze for a second. He muttered "Sorry." She said "Never be sorry for needing help."
End of day 2: He fell asleep holding her hand (he reached for it during a bad pain spike). She didn't pull away.


Day 3–5: Shared Silence & Small Routines (Emotional Closeness)


Vikram could sit in a chair now. Mirna brought meals, sat with him while he ate slowly.
They didn't talk much — but the silence was comfortable. She read patient charts or a small book; he watched the window or her.


Day 6–9: Confidence Blooms (From Nerdy to Strong Together)
Vikram started walking short distances (with walker/Mirna support). He stumbled once — she caught him again. This time he laughed — first real laugh in years. 


She laughed too. They slowly began comfort talks. Small steps.. 
They talked more — short, nerdy things:
He: "I used to fix engines. Liked the logic. Everything had a reason."
She: "I liked biology. Understanding how bodies heal. It gave me hope."
Both admitted they were "toppers" but life broke the path.
Protective moment: A rude ward boy snapped at Mirna for asking for extra bandage. Vikram (weak but firm): "Speak to her with respect." Boy backed off. Mirna looked at Vikram — surprised, touched.
She started teasing him gently: "You look less like a ghost today." He smiled shyly: "You look less tired."
They became "confident friends": He let her lean on him (figuratively) when she was exhausted; she let him hold her hand when pain spiked.


Nurses used to Joke with Vikram.. We have a fight below in the reception we wanted only your room to take care you know why


Mirna asked why?... Because if we choose your room. We need not worry to take care him.. You are doing that job already 


She blused and vikram noticed it 


Day 9: The Conversation That Mattered


With only two days to go for Mirnaa to depart… Vikram decided to speak.
He said thanks. He said she was the first woman… Really a woman who didn’t push him — instead you pulled him from the fall.
Mirnaa said, “I know… I know your entire story.”
Vikram went silent. He said, “I hate sympathy grace falling on me. From young I face it… I need respect — real, pure. If Malar wanted a rich life… If she asked me, I would have left her to Vicky without any trouble. But she didn’t ask. Everyone tried to control me…”
Mirnaa listened.
Vikram said, “Glad you got into my life. I would miss you when you leave.”
Mirna could not face him. She didn’t want to leave him. She liked him. She struggled to tell it… so did Vikram.
In the evening…
Vikram could walk distances unaided. The doctor said he can be discharged soon.


Day 10: The Farewell That Isn't

Mirna looked sad — "Camp is over. I was supposed to leave days ago."
Vikram: "You stayed anyway."
She: "I couldn't leave you. At this state"
He: hmmmm


No big declaration. Just a quiet agreement — she will stay until he is fully on his feet.
That evening…  They sat on the hospital balcony at sunset. She rested her head on his shoulder (first voluntary closeness). He didn't flinch.


Suddenly the Nun calls — "I trusted you and left with Vikram… I hear he is doing fine… just come back kid…" Tears rolled out from Mirnaa.

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Chapter 26: The 11th Day & The Parting That Binds



The 11th day began with the quiet hum of the city waking outside the private hospital window. Vikram was still in bandages — ribs taped, arm in a sling, face bruised but healing. He could walk short distances now, but every step cost him. Yet he insisted on going.


Mirna was ready to leave for the new camp — 60 km away. She had packed her small bag, salwar neat, braid tight. But her eyes kept drifting to Vikram.

Mohan’s car waited outside. Vikram refused the wheelchair. He walked — slow, leaning on Mirna’s arm — to the elevator, then to the car. She didn’t protest. She just stayed close.

The drive was silent at first. Mohan drove, glancing in the rear-view now and then. Vikram and Mirna sat in the back — her hand near his, not holding, just close enough to feel.

Mirnaa looked at him and said. “You didn’t have to come with me to the camp.”
Vikram smiled softly. “I wanted to.”

He nodded. No more words needed.

The new camp site unfurled in a quiet stretch of tents and greenery — the same NGO-Church banner fluttering, organizers unloading supplies, nurses setting up cots. Vikram led Mirna through the dust, her fingers grazing his as they stepped into the familiar bustle.

The head organizer — a lean man with a gentle smile — welcomed them, eyes glinting with the trust they’d earned. He drew Vikram aside while Mirna started packing her stuff.

His voice was low and earnest. “You love her, don’t you?”
Vikram nodded, warmth rising in his chest. “Yes.”
“Proposed yet?”

“Not yet,” Vikram confessed. “But she loves me too — I know it.”


The organizer’s expression softened. “Tell her soon. She’s back to her Kerala church — get their blessing, marry her. Mirna’s obedient, innocent — we’ve watched her all these years, like family. She’s only ever cared for you this way. Don’t break her trust — take good care of her.”


Vikram looked down at his bandages, then back at the man. “Now that you said it… I have confidence. I will soon. Not at this time.” He gestured to his wounds. “I want to tell her when I’m fully recovered.”


The organizer laughed gently. “I’m surprised — while everyone here sensed your love for each other, you two didn’t share it even after 10 days?”
Vikram went silent and shy.


The man patted his shoulder. “Take your time. She’ll wait.”


Two–three hours passed. Vikram watched her from a distance — packing, folding linens, saying goodbyes to other nurses. She moved with quiet grace, but her eyes kept searching for him.


Mirna had no mood to go. She waited…
As the bus horn honked, she turned to him.


Tears flowed when Vikram said goodbye. Her frame trembled as he pulled her close — careful of his bandages. She clung to him, face buried in his shoulder.
He murmured, “We’ll meet soon.”


The parting was heavy. Everyone around felt bad for how things were unfolding. The nun felt bad… she just wanted one of them to ask her permission — “Sister, I need to stay” or “Sister, I need her.” But no one opened their mouth. She couldn’t voluntarily make Mirna stay back.


She wiped her tears and took Mirna into the bus.

She said to Mirna, “He will be okay soon… hope you both shared your numbers.”
Mirna realised — she never gave her number.

She quickly wrote it on a small paper, leaned out the window, and threw it.
Vikram caught it — struggling on the ground, bandages pulling, but he caught it.
As the bus pulled away, Vikram shouted, “We meet soon!”
Her tear dropped… and it turned into a smile.


She waved from the window until the bus turned the corner.
Vikram stood there, paper in hand, watching the dust settle.

He looked at the number — simple, neat handwriting.

Then he looked at the road ahead.

He knew: this was not goodbye.
It was the start of something that wouldn’t let go.

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Chapter 27: The Rescue & The Converging Paths



Vikram was recovering — bandages still tight around his ribs, sling on his arm, but he could move without wincing every step. The private hospital had been a quiet sanctuary, but the outside world was pulling him back. 


In Mohan’s car on the way back to the hospita after dropping Mirnaa.l, Vikram stared out the window. The city blurred past — shops, crowds, the same world that had chewed him up. He thought of Mirna — her quiet smile, her hand in his during the bad nights. He didn’t want to enter Sekaran's world. He wanted to come clean before loving her, before marrying her. No shadows, no blood.


But Sekaran was the first one who trusted him and groomed him as a token of thanks.. He needs to fix it by entering their old once, fix it for Sekaran and get back to Mirnaa.. 



He turned to Mohan. “What’s the issue with Sekaran?”

Mohan gripped the wheel tighter. “You need not worry. We will take care. Now you seem to have got a new lifeline — Mirnaa. You should not enter here again.”


Vikram shook his head. “I didn’t propose to her yet. I didn’t give her hope of marriage. 


Before Mirnaa, it was Sekaran who gave me hope. I can’t stay silent. Just tell me. 


I will finish this once and go back to Mirnaa clean.”


Mohan exhaled, eyes on the road. “Aadharsh — Sekaran’s son — wants the hint on how Sekaran cracked the business with the new method. Sekaran didn’t want to leave out your name. Aadharsh thought it could be Krish who can think this way and he planned to put an alliance with Swathi’s father-in-law to pressure Krish. 


Now Swathi and Krish could not go public as the main evidence is locked with Aadharsh’s trusted men. The trusted men kidnapped that person..  The person is none other than Swathi’s husband’s gay lover — Sam . But trouble doesn’t stop there. The politician is now forcing Sekaran with his link to Sekaran’s daughter-in-law’s family and causing family issues, which worries Sekaran.”


On one side Swathi is his daughter's friend. Other side His own daughter faces issues from in laws


Vikram’s face hardened. “Let’s go there.”

Mohan glanced at him. “No, not in this state,” looking at his body — bandages, sling, bruises still yellowing his skin.


Vikram leaned forward, ignoring the sharp pain in his ribs. “I can. Let’s forget my wounds. Just let’s see where the gay lover is. We can rescue him.”


Mohan pulled over, engine idling. “Vikram, you’re not ready. This is Aadharsh. He’s ruthless.”


Vikram met his eyes. “Sekaran gave me a chance when I was thrown out like trash. I owe him. Tell me the spot. I’ll go alone if I have to.”


Mohan sighed, defeated. “Fine. But I’m coming. The hidden spot is an old warehouse on the outskirts — Aadharsh’s men have Sam there. Let’s move.”



They turned the car around, heading toward the shadows Vikram thought he had left behind.



On the other hand…

Swathi’s father — Ramanathan — sat in his study, phone pressed to his ear. He had the same intel: Aadharsh had kidnapped Sam  to lock the evidence.
He called Bharath.

“One small help,” Ramanathan said. “Just recover Sam  — my son-in-law’s gay lover. Aadharsh kidnapped him.”


Bharath’s voice was flat. “I can’t… Aadharsh is asking to come into his network.”
Swathi’s father: “You can partner with him after some years, but this is my daughter’s life.”

Bharath paused. Then: “Okay. I will. Just let me know the location. I will rescue him.”


Ramanathan: “Old warehouse on the outskirts. Be careful.”
Bharath hung up, grabbed his keys, and started his bike. The road ahead was dark.



Vikram — with wounds, bandages pulling tight — on his way to the hidden spot in Mohan’s car. 

And similarly, Bharath on his way to the same spot. Both their goals are one: rescue Samuel.

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Chapter 28: The Warehouse & The Bloodied Return


The warehouse stood on the city's edge — rusted iron gates, broken windows, darkness inside. Mohan drove fast, headlights cutting the night. Vikram sat in the passenger seat, bandages visible under his shirt, face set.
Mohan glanced at him. “You sure about this?”

Vikram nodded once. “Keep driving.”
The car accelerated. Mohan hit the gate hard — metal screamed, doors buckled. Vikram didn’t flinch. He was out before the car stopped, moving despite the pain.

Inside, Aadharsh’s men turned — five, armed with knives and pipes. Vikram used everything he learned in the last three years: Sekaran’s training, street fights, cold precision.

He threw the first knife — fast, accurate — it buried in a man’s shoulder. The second followed, pinning another’s sleeve to a crate. The rest rushed him.

Vikram fought with wounds. Every punch he took cracked ribs anew, every kick sent fire through his side. But he didn’t stop. He disarmed one, elbowed another, took a pipe to the arm — sling tore, blood soaked through. He kept moving.

Dramatic. Brutal. He dragged Samuel out — the gay lover, bound, terrified, but alive.

Outside, Bharath’s intel man (spying from a rooftop) saw the fight. He radioed Bharath: “Someone’s here. Fighting them. Taking Samuel.”
Bharath arrived minutes later — bike skidding to a stop. He saw Vikram — the same man he once found beaten in a security officer station — now bloodied, limping, dragging Samuel to Mohan’s car.
Bharath watched, surprised.

Mohan put Samuel in the backseat. Vikram climbed in, breathing hard, blood dripping from his arm. They drove — 20 minutes of tense silence, Mohan pushing the car hard.

Back at the private hospital, nurses rushed out. Vikram stepped out — shirt soaked red, sling hanging useless, face pale but eyes clear.
“Don’t call Mirnaa,” he said quietly. “Just hide this. She will worry.”

The sisters agreed — they helped him inside, cleaned him up, re-bandaged, no questions.
Bharath called Swathi’s father.

“The rescue is done,” he said. “By the driver. The same one from before. He fought them alone — wounded — and took Samuel. He doesn’t seem to be a simple driver.”

Swathi’s father exhaled. “It doesn’t matter. He saved my daughter twice. I will pay him good.”
Swathi learned about everything.

But before thanking Vikram, she and Krish moved fast. They grabbed Samuel from Mohan, took him to safety. With Samuel’s testimony — the gay lover — they legally stopped the old marriage and began a new life with Krish.


Swathi looked at Krish. “Vikram did this. For us. Again.”

Krish nodded. “We owe him more than money.”

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Chapter 29: Thirty Days of Pain & The love finally proposed.


The warehouse fight put Vikram back to stage one.

Doctors at the private hospital were furious when Mohan brought him in — blood-soaked bandages, fresh stitches torn open, ribs cracked again, arm swollen under the sling. They ordered strict bed rest — at least 30 days, no movement, no stress, no arguments.

Vikram lay there, staring at the ceiling, pain a constant companion. He had finished the job for Sekaran — Samuel was safe, Aadharsh’s leverage broken, the pressure on Krish lifted. Sekaran was at peace. But Vikram paid the price in blood. Due to constant pain he was given painkillers which makes him sleep all the day.

Swathi visited the next day after her marriage to Krish was finalized.

She walked in quietly — eyes red. She cried for the first time for someone. Not dramatic tears — silent, steady, the kind that come from guilt deeper than words.
She sat beside his bed. “I don’t know why you did this for me… again.”

Vikram was sound sleep. 

What swathi doesn't know was he didn't do it for her this time.. Its for Sekaran.
She stared, tears falling faster. “You took another beating… for someone else. While I got married, got my life back. And you…”

She reached for his hand.  No motion from him..


“Where is Mirnaa,” she whispered. To mohan.. 
Swathi said let me call her..

Mohan shook his head — sharp, pained. “Don’t. Vikram asked not to tell her. She will worry.”

Swathi nodded, understanding. She stayed a while, silent. Then left — promising to check on him.


Krish’s network needed him back in Dubai. He decided to go — business, new life, Swathi by his side. Before leaving, he gave Mohan a thick envelope of money. “Use this if he needs anything. Call if you need anything And… thanked him again.”


Mohan took it. “He won’t take it for himself.”
Krish smiled sadly. “I know.”


The 30 days passed in pain.

Vikram healed slowly — bed-bound at first, then short walks with a nurse’s help, then longer ones alone. He thought of Mirna every day — her hand in his, her quiet smile, the way she never asked for anything. He wanted to call her. But he didn’t. Not yet. He wanted to be whole first. He also know if he call her now.. she would suspect him with his voice...  


He was discharged on the 30th day. Mohan drove him back to the flat Swathi had arranged. Vikram’s body recovered in that way — slow, steady, stubborn.

Sekaran was at peace. Swathi gone to Dubai — no trouble reached for him. Vikram felt ease.

On the other side, in Kerala, Mirna thought about Vikram regularly. But she never got the call. She always expected it since he dropped her at the bus. 

She cursed herself for not getting his number — only giving hers. She didn’t use her brain to call Swathi — whose card was still in her bag. She was such a naive.

Many thought Vikram didn’t want to pursue her… and left the topic on it.




Five days later…

Five days passed, and Mirna worked a shift at a hospital near her church — hands steady on bandages, thoughts drifting to him.


Evening settled. She trudged back, called by the head sister — a stern woman whose rare smile hinted at something.

Stepping into the office, Mirna stopped short.
Vikram stood there — shirt pressed despite its wear, grin wide. No bandages visible. He looked… whole.

Tears sprang free — her cry a blend of shock and joy.


The sister smiled as Vikram crossed the room. He folded her into his arms — careful, gentle. Her breath warm against his neck.

He spoke soft into her hair.


“I love you, Mirna. I want to marry you. Will you marry me?”

He was shy yet put the words awkwardly...

Her “yes” spilled out — shaky and sure.

He slid a plain ring onto her finger — eyes pleading, accepted with a nod.


Friends from the church — crouched behind a curtain — burst in — singing, clapping — a joyful clamor flooding the space, a moment drenched in love.

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Chapter 30: The Rain & The First Night


After she said yes, the nun met Vikram in the small office room off the church hall. The air smelled of incense and old wood. She closed the door softly, her white habit catching the light from a single bulb.


“I’m happy, Vikram,” she said, voice low and warm. “Mirna finally getting a family of her choice. She’s like a kid to me — 14 years she was with me. Just take care.”
Vikram nodded, throat tight. “I will, sister. Always.”


She handed him a small bundle of papers. “Give me all documents I need to carry some paperwork. Church blessing, certificates, everything. We’ll make it official.”
They figured out the marriage date — 20 days from then. Simple. Heartfelt. In the temple nearby. No grand affair — just the people who mattered.

Vikram stayed in Kerala. Days blurred as he planned their wedding — small things: buying flowers with Mirna, choosing plain gold rings, arranging a modest feast with the church families. Mirna was beside him every step, her laughter brightening the trips, her hand brushing his as they walked dusty lanes.


He accompanied her to the hospital and nearby special day camps. He watched her work — steady hands, gentle voice, the same care she gave him now given to strangers. He felt proud. And terrified. What if he didn’t deserve this?


One evening, returning from such a camp, rain poured heavy. The bridge connecting the town collapsed — water drumming the streets, roads flooded. They couldn’t go anywhere.


They ducked into a small lodge nearby — single room, tin roof, one bed, a window rattling with rain.


They booked it. Inside, the mood turned light. Wet clothes stuck to skin. Vikram flicked a damp towel at her — playful. She laughed, flicked one back. Giggles echoed off the walls — first time they played like children.


They settled. Clothes dried by the fan. Vikram sat on the bed. Mirna beside him.
He looked at her. “I have never heard your story. I always felt if my question would hurt you…”


Mirna’s voice fell then, her past unraveling.


“My family… my father’s step-brothers schemed. Car crash. Parents and brother gone. Grab for riches. I survived by luck. Landed in the church’s arms.”


She looked at him. “Yes, I used to feel bad for someone quick. I will feel pity for them, side them when they are hurt. But… I don’t trust easy. Especially ones who are offenders, crime doers… like some rowdies or henchmen. Not at all.”


Vikram really panicked. The roles she said suited him — rowdy, henchman, blood on hands from Sekaran’s world.


Mirna saw his face. She took his hand.


“Blood turned on blood,” she said softly. “But you risked yourself for a woman you didn’t know. That moment, I chose you for my life.”


Vikram pulled her close — consoling her with a hug. Then kissed her — cheek first, then neck, lips last. Heat flared. 


A pull they couldn’t resist.

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The lift of Vikram and mirna
Absolute best film at this point the perfect end of the film

Man truly amazing script


What every update you written in present itself like a novel or film screenings mi my mind

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Chapter 31 : Vikram & Mirna's First Sex – A Seal of Love

A Consoling hug that initiated the heat

Vikram pulled her close—consoling her with a hug. His arms wrapped around her waist, her body pressing softly against his, her saree damp from the rain clinging to her skin like a second layer. 


The warmth of her breath on his neck sent a shiver through him, not from cold but from the sudden rush of something deeper, something he had never truly felt. He tilted her chin up gently, his thumb tracing her jawline, feeling the smoothness of her face, unmarred by the world's harshness.



He kissed her—cheek first, his lips lingering on the soft, warm flesh there, tasting the faint salt of rain and her skin. She was shy, her cheeks flushing a deep rose under his touch, her eyes fluttering closed, body tense but not pulling away. 



Then neck—his mouth moved lower, brushing the curve where her shoulder met her throat, feeling the pulse quicken beneath her skin. A small gasp escaped her, her hands clutching his shirt, fingers twisting the fabric as if to anchor herself.


What was supposed to be a consoling hug turns into something more.. That VIkram had absolutely no control over it.


Now his lips came near her Lips last. He hesitated, his eagerness building, heart pounding like it never had before—not with Malar's cold betrayal or Malavika's teasing deception. This was real. Pure. 




He leaned in, his mouth meeting hers softly at first, lips parted just enough to feel the warmth, the slight tremble in her. 


Mirna was shy, her kiss tentative, inexperienced, her hands now on his shoulders, gripping lightly as if afraid to hold too tight. But Vikram felt it—the eagerness in him rising, not frantic but insistent, his tongue gently tracing her lower lip, coaxing her open. She responded, shyly at first, her tongue meeting his, a soft exploration that sent heat pooling in his groin.


Heat flared. A pull they couldn’t resist.


Just like how love occupied them without any words.. Lust today won them.. 


Mirnaa was not in her mind.. She was not even aware of what she was doing.. She is allowing Vikram before marriage.. And she has no second thought of fear about this.


The Heat Consumed..


The room dimmed as their clothes slipped away—her sari pooling on the floor like silk water, unwinding slowly as his fingers fumbled with the knots, eager but careful, revealing the pale cream of her blouse beneath. He unbuttoned it with trembling hands, exposing her bra, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with her quickened breath. 


She was shy, arms crossing instinctively over her chest, eyes averted, cheeks burning.

 "It's okay," 

he whispered, his voice rough with desire, gently pulling her arms away. Her breasts were full, nipples hardening in the cool air, dark brown against her light skin, pert and inviting. He cupped one, feeling the weight, the softness, thumb grazing the nipple until she gasped, arching slightly.


His shirt tossed aside, revealing the lean muscle beneath his bandages, scars from the fight still fresh, red lines crossing his torso. She touched one tentatively, her fingers shy, tracing the ridge, eyes wide with concern and wonder. He pulled her bra down, exposing her fully, his mouth lowering to take a nipple between his lips, sucking gently, tongue swirling, feeling it harden under his attention. She moaned softly, her shyness melting into eagerness, hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.


Tentative hands exploring. 

Love guiding them to the bed.

They sank onto the thin mattress, the springs creaking under their weight. Vikram hovered over her, eyes locked on hers, searching for any doubt. Her breath quickened as he pressed close—his body aligning with hers, the hardness of his erection against her thigh through his pants, eager but not demanding. This was his first real sex — he had seen Malar nude once, a stolen glimpse that had burned him with shame and lust, and Malavika's breast he had felt briefly, her trick almost giving him a taste of what a woman's body felt like, but that was manipulation, cold. This was different — he was occupying her now, claiming with love, not force. Her skin was soft, warm, her curves yielding under his touch, and it felt right, pure, like home.
He struggled with her salwar drawstring, fingers clumsy in his eagerness, her shyness making her giggle nervously as she helped him untie it. 


The fabric slid down her legs, revealing her panties, damp with arousal, the dark patch visible. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling them off slowly, exposing her pussy — neat, dark curls framing pink lips, already glistening with wetness. 


She was shy, legs pressing together at first, but he gently parted them, his eagerness tempered by care, kissing her inner thigh, tasting her skin, feeling her tremble.



Her virginity a gift she gave willingly.

Vikram shed his pants, his cock springing free — hard, veined, throbbing with need, pre-cum beading at the tip. He positioned himself between her legs, eyes locked, one hand stroking her cheek. "If it hurts, tell me," he whispered. She nodded, shy but eager, her hands on his shoulders.


The first thrust came slow, careful — the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, feeling the tight resistance, her virgin folds parting reluctantly. He struggled to make entry — she was so tight, wet but unyielding, her gasp sharp as he pushed gently, inch by inch. "Relax," he murmured, kissing her lips to distract, one hand sliding between them to rub her clit in slow circles, easing her open. 


She whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his back as he finally slid deeper, the sensation overwhelming — warm, tight walls enveloping him, hugging every inch.


Her gasp turned to softening moans as he bottomed out, buried fully inside her, feeling her hymen give way with a sharp sting for her, blood trickling lightly. 


He paused, letting her adjust, his eagerness held in check by pure love, kissing her forehead, whispering "You're safe with me." She nodded, hips shifting experimentally, urging him on.


His rhythm gentle, building as she clung to him, their bodies finding a dance — slow thrusts at first, her pussy stretching around him, slick with her arousal, the wet sounds filling the room. 

He felt every inch — the tight grip, the warmth, the way she arched when he hit a spot that made her moan louder. No maniac — just love, his hands exploring her breasts, pinching nipples gently, mouth on her neck, building her pleasure.


Pleasure crested. Her gasps turned to cries, body tensing as her first orgasm washed over her — walls clenching around him, milking his cock. He couldn't hold back — thrust deeper, rhythm quickening, his release spilling deep inside her — loads of semen flowing, hot and thick, filling her until it leaked out, drying in sticky trails across her thighs.


They collapsed, breathless, skin to skin.

Trust held them there — naked and entwined. No shame. Just love.
Sleep claimed them as the rain tapped the roof.


Their first night — a seal of their bond, pure and fierce.




Vikram opened his eyes... a bit ... he saw people around .. he was in same chaos ground.. 

//Cut to Present Day - Chapter 1 - The Pull ///

Bharath loads his gun and ran towards him..... 

Vikram blinked twice.. as if his brain doesn't want the present day chaos.... the eyes shut going back to the day after he had sensual yet the gentle sex with his love Mirna.. The day he took her Virginity and sealed the love..

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The lift of Vikram and mirna
Absolute best film at this point the perfect end of the film

Man truly amazing script


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@heygiwriter

Dude. Brother... Machaaaa... for FKING GOD SAKEEEEEE3.. DONT MAKE THIS A SEX STORY ANYMORE.
Your story is so awesome and my imagination is so insane that I can literally imagine every word you mention... the background,  the characters,  the look, the lightings, the scene etc etc.. For me Vikram looks like the Hero from the series HIT : Third case and honestly I see this as one of the BEST SOUTH INDIAN movie story.
I mean every word when I say " This story is soo good that it doesn't requires a sex plot and cheating between mirna and vikram"

Let other female and male characters have sex , cheating,  bsd., voyeur etc etc... I am literally enjoying this story so much as if am watching or reading a good movie/novel..  your writing is as good as Sydney Sheldon"

Reading your stories is so so enjoyable that I cannot describe in just words. Your creative, elaborate and very detailed descriptive way of writing make me imagine and visualize every single word so deeply, that I dont just imagine, but start feeling as if am part of that story and experiencing the ongoing narration in 3rd person view. just love it..

[heygiwriter]

@heygiwriter

Dude. Brother... Machaaaa... for FKING GOD SAKEEEEEE3.. DONT MAKE THIS A SEX STORY ANYMORE.
Your story is so awesome and my imagination is so insane that I can literally imagine every word you mention... the background,  the characters,  the look, the lightings, the scene etc etc.. For me Vikram looks like the Hero from the series HIT : Third case and honestly I see this as one of the BEST SOUTH INDIAN movie story.
I mean every word when I say " This story is soo good that it doesn't requires a sex plot and cheating between mirna and vikram"

Let other female and male characters have sex , cheating,  bsd., voyeur etc etc... I am literally enjoying this story so much as if am watching or reading a good movie/novel..  your writing is as good as Sydney Sheldon"

Reading your stories is so so enjoyable that I cannot describe in just words. Your creative, elaborate and very detailed descriptive way of writing make me imagine and visualize every single word so deeply, that I dont just imagine, but start feeling as if am part of that story and experiencing the ongoing narration in 3rd person view. just love it..

Im glad you are able to travel along with characters... but read it with open mind. i believe you will enjoy even the cheating part.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 32: Who is Bharath?


The morning light filtered through the lodge window, soft and golden, painting the small room where Vikram and Mirna had spent their first night together. The rain had stopped, leaving only the scent of wet earth and the lingering smell of them — sweat, sex, her shampoo. 

Vikram woke first, his arm still dbangd over Mirna’s waist, her back curled against his chest. She was breathing slow and even, naked under the thin sheet, one leg tangled with his, one breast exposed in the loose fold of fabric, nipple soft and dark against her skin.

He watched her — awe, tenderness, and a slight panic flickering in his chest. She’s real. She’s mine. She stayed.

Mirna stirred, eyes fluttering open. She blinked at him, then looked down at their naked bodies, sheet barely covering her hips. A deep blush spread across her cheeks. She pulled the sheet up shyly, covering herself, but her smile was soft, shy, happy.

They had no intent of immediate sex — last night had been magic, and they just wanted to realize it, to feel it settle. They just cuddled — her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his fingers tracing slow circles on her back.

The first "good morning" kiss came naturally — slow, sleepy, lips brushing, then parting, tongues touching gently. It deepened until they both pulled back, breathless, foreheads resting together, smiling like children who discovered something secret.

They got up — awkward at first. She wrapped the sheet around herself like a shield, he turned away to give her privacy, even though they’d been fully naked just hours ago. They laughed at the shyness — quiet, shared giggles.

Shower Time together!! Yes — hot but innocent. 

The small bathroom steamed up quickly. Water cascaded over them as they soaped each other’s backs — his hands gentle on her shoulders, hers tentative on his chest, tracing old scars and new bruises. 

Soap slipped, they laughed when it got in their eyes. First time seeing each other fully in daylight — her curves, his lean frame, the way water ran down her breasts, over her stomach, between her thighs. Their eyes met, melted, frequent kisses — lip to lip, hot, lingering, tongues dancing under the spray. No sex — just touch, exploration, closeness. They rinsed, dried each other slowly, towels lingering on skin, hands brushing sensitive places, breaths hitching.


The rain had stopped. The collapsed bridge was temporarily cleared by adding a rope bridge — villagers had worked through the night. They vacated the room, walked to the other end of the road, caught a bus, and reached their town in one hour.



After dropping their things, they walked to the temple — prayers whispered, hands clasped, heads bowed before the flame. A quiet promise before returning to the church.


Meanwhile, Aadharsh and Bharath had a fallout.

Bharath had helped Krish — quietly, efficiently — and Krish had gone back to Dubai with Swathi. Aadharsh now knew Bharath was his enemy. His hold on Sekaran’s network was gone. The enemies of Sekaran and Aadharsh had no other go but to stop their network for some time — years, perhaps. 


Aadharsh couldn’t crack Sekaran’s system, and as a result, enmity formed between Bharath and Aadharsh.

Aadharsh doesn't know it was Vikram who saved Sam, it was Vikram who was behind the Sekaran’s system..

In their office.. Mukesh — Aadharsh’s partner — sat across from him, cigarette burning low.

“Who is Bharath, is he that important?” Mukesh asked.

 “For your network to expand here? Into the dark market? 
Aadharsh nodded silently 


If so, do we have any weak points on him? What does our intel say?” So that we can press that to make him form an alliance with us..

Aadharsh leaned back, eyes hard. Yes we may have one..
Mukesh said just tell me the full story.. 

“About Bharath… I don’t know where to start. This guy is complex. But let me tell you in short.”

He exhaled smoke slowly.

“Bharath’s father runs a big empire . Bharath doesn’t eye money then he is like taking over fathers company is easy standing on own is what he visioned... Back in college, he loved a woman — Manya. She was his father’s friend’s daughter. Friend in the sense they went to the same college, but rank. Her father was just a managerial role in one sector of Bharath’s father’s empire holding company.”

“Bharath loved the cop job. He went on to become one. Another reason he doesn’t like his father’s empire — he wanted to stand on his own. The love continued. One day it came into the picture — both families were shocked. Manya’s father gave the green signal, trusting the friendship. Bharath’s father didn’t approve — for friendship’s sake, he left them and even arranged a marriage for Manya with one of his company employees.”


“Manya was shattered. Family pressure — she succumbed. So did Bharath. He couldn’t fight then. He was honest, a good person, loving, family-friendly. He absolutely had no wrong thoughts.”

“Bharath was forced into marriage the same week after Manya’s marriage. He married into a rich family and he absolutely hates her. Both families — the rich one he got into and his own — pressured him to leave the security officer job and come to take over the company, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have sex with her for long.” He always suspected his wife’s family for the marriage pressure as a reason he stayed away from her..

“At one point he realized it was his wife’s family that kept pushing things — which made him split from Manya. To revenge, he orchestrated a thing. Invited his colleague security officer into home. His security officer friend is unaware of the intention of Bharath.. He quickly befriend Bharath's wife. He initially planned to project his colleague and his wife into an affair by taking a few photos of their casual closeness. But to his surprise, the affair turned real.”

“He hated someone crossing his boundary… even though he hated his wife. He decided. He took pictures of affair and went to that colleague's home and managed the colleague’s wife to bed him for revenge, he let out his full aggression there on her.. that's when Bharath turned from good to something he is now. Bharath turning dark started there.”


“Soon he exposed her affair.. Family broken. Bharath’s father and mother were shocked — they didn’t know it was Bharath’s plan. Bharath liked the pain of them. He is deliberately involved in scam and dark business just to irritate them. What started as small… his network grew big. He has every intel, every move, and he is a great asset for connections. Him being a cop and linked to all resources is a great plus.”



Mukesh leaned forward. “Did he join with Manya?”

Aadharsh shook his head. “No. Manya did hate her husband, but over a year his love won her over. She truly started loving him. As a symbol of love, they had a kid — a boy. But… Manya’s husband got into an accident and she thinks it was Bharath or his family doing. But it was a genuine accident. Bharath never had the courage to meet her again.”



“Bharath’s father and mother now feel things could have been better if they married Bharath to Manya. Too late,” he said.




Mukesh asked, “What is Bharath doing now?”

Aadharsh said who knows? Right now he irritates us by helping Krish and my father.. An alliance with him is a question for now.



Cut to Calcutta//

Somewhere in Calcutta, the dim bedroom of a modest two-story house echoed with raw, animalistic cries that pierced the humid night air. The bed—a cheap wooden frame with a sagging mattress—creaked and groaned like it was on the verge of collapse, protesting under the relentless force of Bharath's assault. 

The woman beneath him, a curvaceous housewife in her late twenties named Priya, lay sprawled on her back, her floral-printed saree torn/disheveled and hiked up to her waist, the fabric torn at the seams from his impatient yanks. 

Her legs were splayed wide, thighs quivering, ankles hooked around Bharath's muscular back as he mounted her like a predator claiming its prey—hard, unforgiving, every thrust a punishing slam that drove her deeper into the sheets.

Bharath's body was a machine of aggression: sweat-slicked skin glistening under the single flickering bulb, his broad shoulders flexing as he gripped her hips with bruising force, fingernails digging into her soft flesh to hold her in place. He pounded into her with savage intensity, his thick cock—sheathed in a thin condom—plunging deep and withdrawing almost fully before ramming back in, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room like rhythmic thunder. 

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, her full breasts bouncing wildly beneath her unbuttoned blouse, nipples hard and erect from the mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. The feel of him was brutal—his girth stretching her tight pussy to its limits, the friction raw and unyielding, every vein on his shaft dragging against her inner walls, forcing gasps and moans from her throat that bordered on screams.

"Oh no… coming… I’m coming… Bharath thanksssss…" Priya wailed, her voice breaking into a high-pitched sob as her orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched off the bed, toes curling, inner muscles clenching around him like a vice, milking his cock in desperate spasms. Juices slicked her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them, the air thick with the musky scent of her arousal mixed with his sweat. 

But Bharath didn't slow—he growled low in his throat, thrusting even harder, deeper, his hips snapping forward with such force that the headboard banged against the wall, cracking the plaster.



Tied to a wooden chair in the corner, her husband—Raj, a scrawny office clerk in his thirties—watched in wide-eyed panic, his wrists and ankles bound with thick nylon thread that bit into his skin. His face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes darting between his wife's writhing form and the intruder who had burst into their home hours earlier. He strained against the restraints, muffled whimpers escaping the gag in his mouth, but he couldn't look away—forced to witness every degrading detail: the way Priya's hands clawed at Bharath's back, leaving red welts; the obscene squelch of their bodies colliding; the triumphant smirk on Bharath's face as he dominated her completely.



Raj’s only mistake was he crossed Bharath.. He disobeyed him not in duty but in deal..


Priya, lost in the haze of her climax, turned her head toward her husband, eyes glassy with lust. "You are 1000 times better than my husband… but why don’t you do without condoms.. Mr. Bharath?" she gasped, her voice hoarse, body still shuddering from aftershocks.


Bharath smirked, his rhythm never faltering—each thrust a deliberate act of conquest, his balls slapping against her ass with audible smacks. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, one hand wrapping around her throat just tight enough to make her gasp sharper, her pulse racing under his fingers. "Bitch, my skin touches only the persons I love," he snarled, squeezing her breast roughly, pinching the nipple until she yelped. Then, glancing at the bound husband with cold amusement, he added, "And this is what happens when you cross me—your wife screaming on my cock while you watch like the pathetic worm you are."


He drove into her one final time—harder than before, burying himself to the hilt, grinding against her clit until she convulsed again, another orgasm tearing through her, her cries echoing off the walls.

Bharath pulled out abruptly, ripping off the condom and stroking himself furiously over her stomach, ropes of hot cum splattering across her heaving breasts and belly, marking her as his in front of her helpless husband. 

The room fell silent except for Priya's ragged breaths and Raj's muffled sobs.


The visuals were extremely opposite to what Vikram had shared with Mirnaa—gentle, loving sex built on trust and tenderness. 



Bharath's was a storm of dominance, aggression, and calculated humiliation, leaving no room for mercy.




//Cut to Kerala

Mirna and Vikram arrived at the church. Everyone was silent.
The nun stood there.
Mirna asked, “What happened?”
Nun said, “Shiney arrived. She wanted to call off your marriage.”
Vikram puzzled. “Who is Shiney?”
Mirna’s tears rolled. “Call off marriage? Why?”


Nun struggled to answer…

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Chapter 33: Shiny Says  –Call of the Marriage!

The moment Mirna and Vikram stepped into the church compound, the air felt heavier than the humid evening. The usual calm—the soft chanting from the prayer hall, the laughter of children playing near the dormitory—was gone. A small knot of sisters and volunteers stood near the entrance, whispering urgently. 

The nun who had raised Mirna stood at the center, her face tight with worry, hands clasped so hard her knuckles were white.

Before Vikram could open his mouth, the nun turned to them.
“Shiney arrived,” she said quietly. “She wants to call off the marriage.”
Vikram blinked, confused. “Who is Shiney?”


Mirna’s hand flew to her mouth. Tears welled instantly. “Call off the marriage? Why?”


The words barely left her lips when the side door opened.
Shiney stepped out.

She was in her mid-twenties, tall and fair, with sharp, intelligent features that made people straighten when she entered a room. She wore a simple cream salwar kameez, hair pulled into a neat bun, a small gold cross gleaming at her throat. She was studying medicine—final-year MBBS, everyone said with pride—destined to be a doctor. 

But more than that, she had always been the protector here: the one who shielded the younger orphans from bullies, who scolded the boys when they misbehaved, who helped the nuns balance the kitchen ledger and organize medical camps. To Mirna, Shiney wasn’t just an elder sister by choice—she was the closest thing to a mother Mirna had ever known.


Shiney’s eyes locked on Mirna first—soft for a split second—then slid to Vikram.
 Slow. Cold. Assessing. No smile.

“Mirna,” she said, voice firm but not cruel. “Come inside. We need to talk.”

Mirna’s fingers tightened around Vikram’s. “Akka… whatever you want to say, say it in front of him.”
Shiney’s jaw clenched. She glanced at Vikram again—longer this time—then nodded once. “Fine. Let’s not waste time.”


They moved into the small prayer hall. The nun followed and closed the door softly. Shiney stood in front of the altar, arms crossed like a judge.
“I came as soon as I heard,” she began. “Mirna, you are not marrying this man.”
Mirna flinched as if slapped. “Akka… why?”


“Because he is not right for you,” Shiney said bluntly. “No stable job. No clear background. No family. No savings. He drifts from place to place. And there are security officer records against him—framed or not, the stain stays. People talk, Mirna. The church talks. What will they say about you? About us?”

Vikram stood silent, fists clenched at his sides. Every word cut deeper than the last.

Mirna shook her head, eyes wide and glistening. “But Akka… he is a good man. He has suffered so much. People framed him, but he never did anything wrong. Mohan Anna, the nun, even the security officer inspector—they all know the truth. He is alone like me, like us. And he loves me unconditionally, Akka. Truly.”


Shiney’s expression softened for a heartbeat—then hardened again.
“And that is exactly why I’m worried,” she said quietly. “You believe everything, Mirna. You always have. Someone shows you kindness once and you open your entire heart. You see only the good. You don’t see the danger. You don’t ask questions.”
Mirna opened her mouth, but Shiney continued gently.

“You believe the stories people tell you. You don’t ask for proof. You don’t check. Right?”

Mirna looked down. Her defense was shrinking. Her lower lip trembled.

Vikram watched her—really watched her—perhaps for the first time since their night in the lodge. She looked so small. So painfully innocent. The way her eyes darted between Shiney and him, the way she clutched the edge of her dupatta like a frightened child, the way her voice shook when she tried to defend him.

Shiney stepped closer, voice dropping to the gentle tone she used when Mirna was a little girl with scbangd knees.

Not everything you heard is true Mirnaa. There could be lies.

Do you know our old watchman had three wives before he came here? All orphans. He charmed them, took their money, then disappeared. Or the man who came last year claiming he was a doctor—targeting girls from church homes to sell their kidneys. He spoke so sweetly. Mirna, you believed him too. You wanted to help him. But did you know what he did after?”

Mirna dropped her face, cheeks burning. “Are you saying Vikram will be the same?”

Shiney laughed softly—kind, not mocking. “No, calm down. I won’t say that. But you believed those stories instantly. You didn’t ask questions. That’s how innocent you are. How naive. Your heart is still like a child’s—big, open, always siding with the one who looks hurt. You don’t ask. You just help.”



She inhaled deeply, eyes flicking to Vikram. I need to test him. Only after that i can say

Vikram please come with me
She dragged him into the room leaving Mirnaa out  
Doors locked. 

She Told him straight: I don’t know how you made her fall in love. She never showed any interest in any man or boy before.. Not just that she didn't even ask anything for her. This is the first time she asked something.. This has never happened before. I need to honor her wish.. 

I didnt get enough trust to handover her to you.. But if you want to marry her, stay here. Live under our eyes. Find a solid job. Drive the hospital ambulance, the church van—whatever. Until then, no marriage. I don’t trust you yet.”

Vikram was about to say something but he awaited Shiney to finish fully

She paused, letting the words sink in.

“I told him the watchman story—all lies, just to test. Even the doctor selling the kidney was lying  and Mirna believed it instantly. She didn’t ask back. She just looked scared. That’s how easily someone can twist her. A kind voice. A sad story. And she is on their side.”

Vikram watched her from the glass window. Mirna stared at the floor, tears falling silently.


She wasn’t just naive.
She was dangerously trusting.
Anyone with a kind voice and a sad story could manipulate her. Anyone.


Shiney spoke to Vikram.
“She’s aged in body, but her heart never grew up. The hurt from her family, the years here serving everyone—it made her this way. She wanted to be a nurse because she believes she can heal people. She fears henchmen, bad men, dirty links. Because she was affected twice.. When her family was taken by her fathers step brothers for money the very same henchmen and destroyed them. And one more henchman when she was 15 tried to molest her… A cop uncle saved her..  She used to say she’d marry a security officer officer—one who saves the world while she saves people. A perfect love story in her mind.”



Shiney’s voice softened further.

I don't know how she loved you.. Maybe it's just not the security officer, it's their heroic side. 

Speaking about which 

“I don’t know what you did to make her see that heroic side in you. Saving Swathi, taking beatings, protecting love even when it wasn’t yours… maybe that’s why she fell. But treasure her, Vikram. Because if you bring shadows—if anything dark touches her—she will break. And she will still try to forgive you.”




Vikram swallowed hard. For the first time, he knew exactly what he should do.

He opened his mouth.


“I love her and she loves me back. We trust each other and that’s enough. And I have a mechanical degree. I can drive cars. I can do enough work to support my little family—starting with Mirnaa. I listened and waited patiently because you seemed to be someone she trusted. But don’t take me for granted. And don’t try to control me—that’s only Mirnaa can do.”


The answer was enough for Shiney. He took responsibility for her with a sensible response, with self-respect, without hurting her—his intention clear: to honor the person who was affiliated with Mirnaa.

She was convinced. Vikram was right for her.

Shiney stepped back, looking at him.

“I know. Let’s go out. She is waiting. Let me declare my answer there and it’s up to you two.”
She came out.

“So we have decided. Vikram will stay here—under our eyes. When he finds a solid job, he can take her anywhere. For now, here. Until then, let him drive the hospital ambulance. Prove himself.”

Mirna still had questions in her eyes, but Shiney smiled gently.

“I won’t ask to call off the marriage… Your Vikram passed the test,” she said. “He didn’t argue. He didn’t run. He listened. And he responded with one sentence that convinced me he respects you, Mirnaa. That’s a start. And he is really out here to start the family—so I’m in.”


The hall—which had been completely silent—turned into a celebration space. A sudden clap rang out. Mirnaa’s sister had approved of him. Vikram smiled.


Shiney turned to Vikram and said, “Take care of her. Sorry if I crossed any line. See this as an opportunity for you to see for yourself how naive and innocent she is. Don’t break her. Don’t be hard on her. Be gentle and treat her like your elder kid than a wife.”


Vikram nodded—but deep inside he was resolute. He should never bring his side of behavior from when he was with Sekaran anna. With Shiney warnings of what Mirnaa hates (The Henchmen Job, Darker, bad man images)


Vikram looked at Mirna—small, trembling, trusting—and felt the weight of what Shiney had just revealed.

She was fragile in ways he hadn’t fully understood.
And now he knew: anyone could break her.

Including him.
Including someone far worse.
He should treasure and protect her.

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Chapter 34: Invitations & Shadows


“Akka… thank you… thank you…” she whispered, voice muffled and trembling.
Shiney hugged her back tightly, stroking her hair like she did when Mirna was small. Then she pulled back, cupped Mirna’s face, and smiled—soft, apologetic.


“I lied to you, kanna,” she said gently. “The watchman story, the doctor story—all made up. I was just testing him. And testing you. I needed to see how naive you really are… how easily someone could twist your heart. And I needed to see if he would break under pressure or stand firm.”


Mirna blinked, eyes wide. Then she laughed—a small, shaky sound—and hugged Shiney again.

“You scared me so much…”

“I know. I’m sorry. But now I know he’s worthy of you. And you… you stay this innocent, this trusting. Just make sure it’s always with someone who deserves it.”
Mirna nodded, eyes shining. She turned to Vikram.


The hall erupted in soft claps and smiles from the sisters and volunteers. The tension dissolved like mist in the morning sun.


The marriage date was set—three weeks away. Simple. In the church temple. Just family, friends from the orphanage, and a few from Chennai. Nothing grand. Just love.
That evening, Shiney pulled Vikram aside.


“I have a driver role at my hospital,” she said. “Ambulance runs, patient pickups. Steady pay. You can start tomorrow. It’ll help you prove yourself faster.”
Vikram shook his head gently.

“Thank you, Shiney. But I’ll pursue that after the marriage. I want to give Mirnaa a proper start—no rush, no pressure. And I have some friends in Chennai I need to invite. I’ll handle it myself.”


Shiney studied him for a moment, then nodded.

“Fair enough. But don’t take too long. She deserves stability.”
Vikram smiled. “I know.”


The next morning he excused himself from the church group. He printed ten simple invitation cards on the small computer in the office—plain white, gold lettering, the date and time in neat Tamil and English. He folded them carefully, slipped them into his pocket, and caught the evening train to Chennai.


The journey was quiet. He stared out the window, Mirna’s face in his mind—her shy smile, her trusting eyes. He felt a fierce protectiveness settle in his chest. I won’t let anyone break her. Not even me.


Chennai Central was noisy, crowded. He went straight to Mohan’s old mansion—the place that had once been his refuge.
Mohan opened the door, eyes widening.
“Vikram!”

Vikram pulled out an invitation and handed it over.
Mohan read it, then looked up, eyes misty.
“You’re really doing this. I'm happy.. ”


“I am. I want you there. Ramesh and Suresh too.”
Mohan hugged him—careful of old bruises that were mostly healed now.
“They’ll be there. We all will.”


Later, Ramesh and Suresh arrived. They laughed, teased him about finally finding someone who could handle his stubbornness. They just warned them to be careful and don't allow anyone to take control of his life..  They promised to come, bring gifts, and make noise.


Then the phone rang.
Sekaran.

Vikram answered on the first ring.

“Boy,” Sekaran’s voice was warm, fatherly, tired. “Mohan told me. Marriage, eh?”
“Yes, sir. In three weeks. Kerala. Church.”

A long pause.

“I’m happy for you. Truly. Live a good life. Don’t come back to this space again. It’s not for you anymore.”

Vikram swallowed. “Sir”


“I’ll send some cash through Mohan. Start fresh. Buy a small place, something for her. No debts. No favors. Just be a husband. A father someday.”

Vikram’s throat tightened. “Thank you. For everything.”

“You earned it. Now go. And Vikram… stay clean. For her.”


The call ended. Vikram stared at the phone, feeling the weight lift—and a new weight settled. No more shadows.

Next, he dialed Swathi.
She picked up instantly.
“Vikram?”

First time in months. Her voice was soft, surprised, warm.
“I’m getting married,” he said simply. “Three weeks. Kerala. I want you and Krish there.”

A beat of silence. Then a soft laugh—happy, relieved.


“We’ll be there. Send the invite. And Vikram… thank you. For everything. Come to the house tonight. Krish wants to see you.”


He went.

Swathi opened the door—elegant in a simple silk saree, eyes bright. Krish stood behind her, smiling.


They hugged him—tight, grateful. Swathi’s eyes were wet.

“You sacrificed so much for us. We never forgot.”
Krish handed him a drink. “We’re coming. With a surprise.”


Then Krish’s face turned serious.
“Right time. Let’s meet Swathi’s father. We need to introduce you properly.”
Vikram frowned. “Why me?”

“Because you saved her twice. Because you’re family now. Also because you drove Sekaran for 3 years, you have been close with him.. Come, you will know more there..”

They drove to the politician’s bungalow.

Ramanathan waited in the study—older, wearier, but still commanding. Beside him stood Bharath.

The air shifted the moment Vikram entered.


Bharath’s eyes met Vikram’s. Recognition. No words. Just a long, hard look.
They had never spoken, but they knew each other—from the station beatings, from the warehouse rescue, from shadows they both carried.


Ramanathan spoke first.
“You’re the driver.”
Vikram nodded.

“You saved my daughter. Twice.”
Vikram stayed silent.

Bharath stepped forward. Extended his hand.

Vikram took it. Firm. Hard. Neither flinched.

For a second their grips tightened—like two men measuring each other’s strength.

Then they released.

The conversation turned to business.


Aadharsh’s network was crumbling—Sekaran’s new system had humiliated him. But the mind behind Sekaran’s empire was still unknown. They were hunting.


Vikram listened quietly. In his mind, Mirna’s face appeared—soft, trusting, innocent.


No. We left this place for good. We should not enter again.
He diluted himself into thoughts and retired before they finished.


Bharath followed him outside.
They stood under the night sky, wind cool.
“You don’t seem like an ordinary driver,” Bharath said quietly.
Vikram lit a cigarette. Offered one.
Bharath took it. Lit it.


“If you ever have intel on who that sharp mind is… let me know.”
Vikram exhaled smoke.

“I just drive the wheel. I have no idea.”
Both smiled—knowing smiles. Small. Dangerous.
Bharath pulled out a card.

“Any help, call me. Consider me a friend.”
Vikram took it. Didn’t flinch.

He left that night—train back to Kerala.

With his trunk suitcase he brought it from his village.. His finger traced it, the scratch sound said how far his journey has been,


In his pocket: the card, the invites, and a quiet resolve.
No shadows. Not for her.

But deep down, he knew:

Shadows have a way of following.
Especially when someone like Bharath is watching.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 35: The Wedding Day, the Thali from today & The Ring from past



The wedding day arrived like a quiet promise kept.

The small temple near the town was bathed in the soft glow of oil lamps and marigold garlands. No grand mandap, no loud music—just the sacred hum of mantras, the scent of sandalwood and jasmine, and a handful of people who mattered.

Mirna stood in a simple white silk saree with a thin gold border, her hair adorned with fresh jasmine, eyes shining with nervous joy. Vikram wore a crisp white veshti and shirt. Shiney stood beside Mirna like a proud mother, eyes misty as she adjusted the pallu one last time.

When the priest asked Vikram to tie the thali, the hall fell completely silent.


Vikram lifted the gold chain—simple, unadorned, the way Mirna had wanted it. His hands trembled slightly as he fastened it around her neck, the mangalsutra settling between her breasts like a seal of forever.


He looked into her eyes.

She looked back—trusting, open, completely his.


The priest blessed them. The small crowd clapped softly.

Vikram pulled her into a gentle hug. She buried her face in his chest, arms wrapping around him tightly. Everyone knew the struggle they had survived—framing, beatings, doubt, tests. This moment felt earned.


Evening brought the reception in the church-affiliated marriage hall—a simple open space with plastic chairs, paper decorations, and a long table of home-cooked food: sambar, rasam, poriyal, payasam.


Local people came. Church friends. The old constable who had vouched for Vikram at the medical camp. Mohan arrived with Ramesh and Suresh, who teased him mercilessly about finally “settling down.” Everyone glowed with happiness. Mirna smiled shyly beside Vikram, her hand in his, the thali gleaming under the lights.

Then Krish and Swathi arrived.

They walked in quietly—Swathi in a deep maroon saree, Krish in a neat shirt. The room hushed for a second.
Swathi went straight to the couple, eyes bright with emotion. Krish stood beside her, smiling.

She pulled out an envelope.
“Fifty lakhs,” she said softly. “It’s nothing compared to what you did for us. Twice.”
Vikram’s eyes widened. “Swathi… no.”

Mirna looked at the cheque, then at Vikram, uncertain.

Swathi took Mirna’s hand and pressed the envelope into it.

“We know Vikram won’t take it for himself,” she said. “He’s starting fresh—no more old life. Consider this a token. An investment. Start a business. Whenever you can pay us back, fine. If not… we’re okay.”

Mirna tried to hand it back. “We can’t—”
Vikram stopped her gently.
He looked at Swathi and Krish.

“I’ll pay it back,” he said quietly. “I was wondering how to start something solid. No more driver jobs. I need to take care of her properly. Thank you.”

Krish stepped forward and hugged him—tight, brotherly.

Swathi hugged Mirna, whispering something that made Mirna smile through tears.

Then Mohan arrived.
He carried a small envelope and a sealed letter.


“Sekaran anna’s gift,” he said. “A blank cheque. Whatever amount you need—fill it. He called you his unsaid son. Said to start fresh. No debts. No favors. Just live.”



Mohan handed the letter to Vikram.


Vikram opened it. The words were simple, fatherly:
Boy,
You earned this life. Take it. Don’t look back.
Sekaran



Mirna watched Vikram read it. Her eyes filled with wonder.


This man I chose… so many people love him. He must be so pure, she thought.
The night deepened.

Their small room in the church dormitory was lit by a single lamp. The bed was simple, sheets fresh. Mirna stood shyly in her nightdress, thali still around her neck.

Vikram pulled her close.
No rush. No harshness.

He kissed her slowly—lips, cheeks, forehead. His hands were gentle, tracing her back, her arms, her waist. They moved to the bed together.


Missionary—soft, loving. He entered her carefully, watching her face for any discomfort. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, but everything stayed tender. 


Slow thrusts, whispered “I love you”s, her fingers in his hair. When they came, it was quiet, shared, intimate.


She fell asleep in his arms, breathing even, thali resting between her breasts.


Vikram stayed awake.

He looked at her—peaceful, beautiful, his wife.
His eyes drifted to the table.

The two cheques lay there—Swathi’s 50 lakhs, Sekaran’s blank one.
He stood quietly, picked them up. The fan was blowing hard—he didn’t want them to fly away.
He opened the trunk suitcase to tuck them inside.


That’s when he saw it.
The ring.

The small gold ring Malar had given him after the first betrayal—after she framed him, used him, left him broken.


The memory he had buried forever came rushing back on his first night as a husband.
He stared at it.

Then at Mirna—sleeping, trusting, innocent.
He closed the suitcase.
Locked it.

And slipped back into bed beside her.
But the ring stayed in his mind.
the scare is still there and he didnt forget.. 

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 36: A New Beginning in Chennai 


One week after the wedding, the Kerala air still clung to their clothes like a soft goodbye.



They boarded the overnight bus to Chennai—Mirna’s hand in Vikram’s, fingers laced the entire journey. Shiney had seen them off at the bus stand, hugging Mirna tightly, whispering, “He’s proven himself. Now go build something real.” She knew about the cheques—the 50 lakhs from Swathi & Krish, the blank one from Sekaran. Enough to survive, enough to start fresh. Enough to never worry about rent again if they chose.


But Vikram had other plans.


They reached Chennai at dawn. The city woke around them—honking autos, street vendors lighting stoves, the faint smell of filter coffee cutting through the dust.


Mohan waited at the bus stand, grin wide. He drove them to a small rented house nearby—simple walls, tin roof, one bedroom, a tiny kitchen, and a front veranda just big enough for two plastic chairs. Rent: 5500 rupees a month.

They stepped inside. Bags dropped. Silence settled.

Mirna looked around—the bare bulb, the cracked tile floor, the single window letting in morning light—and smiled.
“It’s ours,” she said softly.
Vikram pulled her close, kissed her forehead.
“Ours.”


He refused to touch the cheques.


“Not yet,” he told Mirna that first night, lying on the thin mattress they’d bought second-hand. “I want to build something first. Something honest. No shortcuts.”


She nodded, trusting him completely. “Whatever you decide.”

Friends rallied fast.


Mohan, Ramesh, Suresh—they came with advice, contacts, and laughter. Vikram took odd jobs to keep the rent paid: driving a rented van for spice wholesalers, helping set up decorations at marriage halls, even waiting tables at a small hotel near the bus stand. His back ached after long days, but he never complained. Every rupee went into a small tin box labeled “Our Future.”


Mirna found work at a nearby hospital—nursing shifts, modest pay, but steady. She came home with stories of patients she’d comforted, wounds she’d bandaged, children she’d made smile. Vikram listened every night, proud, falling more in love with her quiet strength.
Their sex life was great—gentle, loving, always on her terms.


Every night they came together in the dim room, bodies moving in familiar tenderness. Missionary mostly—slow, deep, eyes locked. Vikram kissed her softly, hands caressing her breasts, her waist, her thighs. He entered her carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She sighed happily, legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, whispering “I love you” against his neck. 


She came easily—small shivers, soft moans, her nails lightly scratching his back. He followed soon after, spilling inside her with a quiet groan, holding her tight as they drifted off.


For Mirna, it was perfect. Safe. Loved.

For Vikram… it was beautiful, but incomplete.
The ring haunted him.


Late at night, after she fell asleep, he would stare at her peaceful face—the thali resting between her breasts—and the old gold ring from Malar would flash in his mind. Then Malar’s mocking smile overlaid Mirna’s features. Malavika’s teasing laugh echoed in his ears. In those moments, a dark heat rose inside him—rage, possession, the need to claim, to punish, to unleash.


Sometimes, mid-thrust, the vision came sharp.

He would speed up suddenly—harder, faster, hips snapping with an edge he couldn’t control. Mirna would flinch, a small gasp of discomfort escaping her lips, her body tensing under him.


He’d panic instantly.


“Sorry… sorry…” he’d whisper, slowing immediately, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, murmuring apologies until she relaxed again, smiling sleepily. “It’s okay… I love you…”


She never questioned it. She was easily satisfied with his gentleness.
But Vikram knew the truth.
He was holding back. Always.


He was tired of it—tired of the restraint, tired of the fear that if he let go even a little, he might hurt her. He never opened up fully in bed with Mirna. Never showed her the raw, hungry side that still lived inside him from years of betrayal and survival.
She didn’t need it./ she didn’t want it.


And so he kept it locked away. He always feared if she knew this side of roughness will she doubt him? And to make it worse , she doesn't know how he planned to take Malavika once.. No one elaborated about it so far.. That remains a secret.. 

Vikram is just scared of the after effects of her knowing.. So he maintained the gentle sex in meter to show himself better.. A stupidity but it was what he had been doing..


Two months in, opportunity knocked.


A small electronics shop down the road—fans, bulbs, cheap radios, wires—was struggling. The owner, an older man tired of losses, offered to transfer it to Vikram for half price: 25 lakhs upfront.
Vikram stared at the shop for a long time.
Then he went home, opened the suitcase, took out Swathi’s cheque, filled in 25 lakhs.
Mirna watched him, eyes wide but steady.



“You’re sure?” she asked.
“I am,” he said. “This is how we start.”
He paid. Took ownership.
The shop buzzed from day one.


Vikram gave unbelievable offers—discounts no one else matched, free installation for fans, bundle deals on bulbs and extension cords. Word spread fast. Ramesh quit his job in Coimbatore and joined. Suresh followed soon after.
They collaborated with local companies for bulk stock, put up small ads in newspapers, and handed out notices at bus stops. Customers crowded in—families buying their first mixer grinder, students needing cheap radios, old men replacing ceiling fans. The shop doubled revenue in three months.


Swathi and Krish came to open the second branch—another small space two streets away. They arrived with flowers, smiles, and quiet pride.
Vikram handed Swathi a cheque—30 lakhs.


“I used 25,” he said. “This 5 is interest. I’ll pay the rest as we grow.”
Swathi stared at it, then at him.
“You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
Krish hugged him. “You’re family now.”


The electronics business tripled.

Vikram sank profits into two more locations, then branched into inverters and solar lights. Within a year, twenty stores bore his name across Chennai suburbs. Cash flowed steady. Krish stepped in as a trusted investor—guiding finances, opening doors to suppliers.

Vikram and Mirna shifted to much bigger house in the hot spot of Chennai. but still rental



One day, Krish handed over his entire Chennai financial concern—loans, investments, quick-turn schemes.


“You’re my silent 50%,” he said, voice rough with trust. “Run it.”
Vikram built an online system—every rupee tracked, funneled to Krish first, released back only with his approval. But month after month, Krish waved it off.
“Keep it,” he said finally. “It’s yours. I trust you.”

Krish and Swathi left for Dubai—his original home calling after years chasing her here.

Mirna stayed at the hospital, nursing for the solace it brought. She never asked for more. She came home tired but happy, cooked simple meals, listened to Vikram’s day, rested her head on his chest at night.


They had built something real.

Humble roots. Hard work. Love that didn’t demand.

The only thing that bothers him is the vision of Malar and Malavika frequently coming and he has been controlling his urge.. His self.. 

He didn't know his controlling sexual urge was never needed anymore the next day....

He slept ..



NEXT DAY


When Vikram posted a recruitment notice for manager positions for their 22nd branch, Mohan called him that same evening.

“Someone applied,” Mohan said. “Looks good on paper. Have a look at the applicants.”

Vikram’s eyes widened when he saw the name on the shortlist.

The name that hints at the past… the past was circling back.

Whether it would bring the worst… or something else entirely… only time would tell.


For now it brings a smirk on Vikram’s face..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 37: Revenge 1 Completed - Vikram fucks Malavika


The 22nd branch of his Electronics was set to open in a bustling Chennai suburb, and the recruitment notice had drawn a flood of applicants. 

Vikram sat in the small office at the back of his first shop, flipping through resumes, when Mohan called.

“I shortlisted a few for manager,” Mohan said. “One couple applied together—experienced in sales. Have a look.”
Vikram opened the file.
His blood ran cold.
Malavika.
Kaushik.

The names stared back at him like ghosts from a nightmare he thought he’d buried.
Mohan saw the names on the shared screen and his face turned serious.

“Vikram… I didn’t realize they were from the past. Don’t do this. You’ve built a peaceful life. Mirnaa. The shops. Don’t disrupt it for them.”
Vikram’s jaw tightened. The ring flashed in his mind—Malar’s betrayal, but Malavika’s had cut deeper. Her affair with Kaushik, framing him, ruining his job, his trust.

“I need to see them,” he said quietly. “Just… see.”
Mohan shook his head. “No, I won’t allow it.”
Vikram’s voice dropped. “It’s me who received the hurt.”
Mohan exhaled heavily. “It may be fun or revenge for you… but when it asks back, it’ll be costly. Be careful.”


The interview was set for that afternoon.
Malavika and Kaushik were surprised when the peon said both could go in.
Malavika walked in first—still beautiful, sharp eyes, tight blouse hugging her curves, saree dbangd low on her hips. Kaushik followed—older now, forty-plus, lines on his face, but the same arrogant tilt to his chin.


They froze when they saw Vikram behind the desk.
Malavika’s face paled. “You…”
Kaushik shifted uneasily. “This is a mistake.”
Vikram leaned back, smile cold.
“Sit.”

They didn’t move.
Malavika’s eyes narrowed. “We won’t find work here. Let’s go, Kaushik.”
She turned for the door.
Vikram’s voice stopped her.
“I’ll offer you the job. Both of you. Manager positions. Good pay.”



They turned slowly.
Kaushik frowned. “Why?”


Vikram asked back, “Why do you need this job? Why have you applied?”
Kaushik exhaled, defeated. “Better pay. Financial difficulties—court fees, maintenance to my first wife, 10K every month. We have a kid now. Struggling to stay together. This job… it’s our last hope.”


Vikram smiled faintly. “That’s the same reason I’m hiring.”
Kaushik looked surprised. “Glad you don’t hold anything against us. We’ve been searching together for months. Low pays, rejections. I’m sorry… we paid for what we did to you.”
Vikram’s eyes locked on Malavika.
“Won’t you sit, Malavika?”
She sat—slowly, wary.

Vikram continued. “What’s your expected pay?”
Malavika answered quickly. “If there’s only one managerial position, give it to one of us. 30K is fine. And you can take the other for any vacant position. We both need 50K monthly.”
Vikram nodded. “I can’t give the manager position to both. I can give you supervisor of stock behind the company at 25K, and Malavika sales head at 20K.”
Kaushik jumped. “That’s enough.”

Vikram asked, “Why do you need 50K?”
Kaushik looked down. “I have a loan of 3 lakhs—10K EMI. Maintenance 10K. House rent 15K. Kid expenses, other bills 10K. 5K savings, maybe.”



Vikram leaned forward.
“You said something like you’re paying for what you did to me.”
Kaushik put his face down.
Vikram continued. “Think your burdens are no more. You both need to start fresh—without lies, without manipulations, without framing, without secrets. Just start that from tomorrow.”

Malavika and Kaushik looked up, stunned.
“Sure,” they said together.
Vikram stressed, “If you can promise… I can give you 4 lakhs right away. Settle the 3-lakh loan, buy good clothes for both of you, take care of the kid.”


Malavika’s eyes filled. “We promise. Thank you… thank you…”
Vikram wrote the cheque for 4 lakhs and placed it on the table.
“But,” he said quietly, “under one condition.”

The rage boiled inside him—years of humiliation, the framing, the laughter behind his back. He wanted revenge. Now.
Malavika crossed her arms, breasts rising with the motion. “What condition?”
Vikram stood.
“Follow me.”

They drove in silence—Vikram’s car to the old house, the place where it all started. Where Vikram was framed.
Inside the empty bedroom—dusty sheets, dim light—Vikram turned.


Kaushik sensed it first. “What is this?”
Vikram asked if he had any nylon rope.
Kaushik, trembling, found one in a drawer and handed it over.
“Tie him to the chair.”
Malavika’s eyes widened. “No.”


“Do it,” Vikram said, voice low and dangerous. “Or no job. No money.”
Kaushik realized. “What we did was wrong. Asking my wife for this is immoral.”
Vikram’s eyes flashed. “Framing me was immoral. Punishing me was immoral. Let’s forget everything. I need her today. Once I’m done, the job is yours. The cash is yours.”
He placed the cheque on the table.

Malavika recalled Vikrams statement “. You both need to start fresh—without lies, without manipulations, without framing, without secrets. Just start that from tomorrow.” and asked why you said this when you were gonna force us this way..

Vikram laughed.. Yes , you both need to start fresh.. With me in a new relationship, i have not manipulated you its straight deal and without framing, I have not framed you too. Without secrets, we wont have any secrets, he will know when i had sex with you. The only difference is when I said I want you to start tomorrow but it came early today…


Malavika, resolute, tied Kaushik to the chair—wrists, ankles—her hands shaking.
Kaushik struggled. “Don’t do this.”


Vikram ignored him. His eyes were on Malavika.
“Undress.”

She hesitated—then obeyed. Saree slipped to the floor, blouse unbuttoned, bra unhooked. Her body was fuller now—breasts heavy, hips wider from motherhood, but still the curves that had haunted him.


Vikram pushed her onto the bed.
No gentleness here.
He unleashed.


He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head with one iron grip. His free hand yanked her panties aside, fingers plunging into her—two at first, thrusting hard, scissoring to stretch her open. She gasped, body arching involuntarily, wetness betraying her despite the fear.


“You framed me,” he snarled, mouth crashing onto her neck—biting hard, sucking bruises into her skin. “Ruined everything.”

She moaned—pain and unwanted pleasure mixing. “Vikram… please…”

He flipped her onto her stomach—ass up, face down. Slapped her cheeks hard—red welts blooming instantly. Again. Harder. She yelped, body jolting.


Kaushik watched, horrified. “Stop!”
Vikram ignored him. He freed his cock—thick, veined, raging hard. No condom. He rammed into her from behind—deep, brutal, hips slamming against her ass with skin-slapping force. Each thrust was vengeance—stretching her pussy wide, filling her completely, balls smacking her clit like punishment.

She screamed—clenching around him, body betraying her fully. “Oh god… it hurts… don’t stop…”



He obliged. Pulled her hair, arching her back like a bow. Thrust faster, deeper, hand wrapping around her throat—squeezing just enough to make her gasp ragged, pulse racing under his fingers.

“You used me like a fool,” he growled, pounding relentlessly, sweat dripping onto her back. “Now feel this.”

Her orgasm hit like a storm—walls spasming around him, juices squirting onto the sheets, a high wail escaping her throat.


He didn’t stop. Flipped her over—legs over his shoulders, driving in again. Missionary, but savage—grinding against her clit with every brutal slam, hand pinching her nipples hard, twisting until she cried out.


Kaushik sobbed. “Please…”


Vikram came with a primal roar—deep inside her, hot ropes flooding her pussy, spilling out as he thrust through it, marking her completely.
Malavika lay spent—body trembling, marked with bites, welts, cum leaking from her swollen folds.


Minutes later, Vikram caught his breath. Pulled up his pants.
“Call Suresh,” he said coldly.
Malavika’s eyes widened, hoarse. “Why?”
“Do it.”

She dialed with trembling hands.
Suresh arrived—confused at first, then furious when he saw Kaushik tied, Malavika naked on the bed.
Vikram nodded to the bed.
“Fuck her.”


Suresh didn’t hesitate. The old betrayal burned fresh.
He mounted her—rough, fast, thrusting deep while she moaned again, body responding despite exhaustion. Kaushik watched, utterly broken, tears streaming.
Revenge complete.


Vikram walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower.
The rage still burned deep.
He hit the tiled wall—once, twice, three times, four—fist splitting open, blood mixing with water. The pain grounded him. Cleared his head.
When he came out, towel around his waist, Malavika was curled on the bed, broken. Suresh had left without a word.

Vikram dressed slowly.
He looked at her.
“I sent an email confirming your position,” he said quietly. “Monthly twice.”
He winked—cold, final.

He untied Kaushik.
Kaushik slumped, sobbing.
Vikram looked down at him.

“I’m not this type,” he said. “You guys changed me.”
Outside, he breathed deep.
The past was done.
Or so he thought.

Maybe he had just found one body to unleash his heat on—while staying gentle with Mirnaa.
The smirk from the applicant notice returned—but darker now.
He didn’t know yet how much more was coming.


But for the first time in years, the rage felt… satisfied.
At least for tonight.