Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[heygiwriter]

Well written script man superb writing

Vikram is transforming, story plot has gripped now

Its really like a well action crime thriller

Thanks

How is he transforming :) ? let me hear from you. Just trying to understand if it passes the right hunch

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 44: The Four Days & The World Shaking


That night, 8 PM.

Vikram and Malar lay exhausted under the thin bedsheet, bodies tangled, skin still slick with sweat and their shared release. His cock had slipped out of her long ago, but neither had moved to clean up. They slept deeply—limbs heavy, breathing slow—lost in the aftermath of rage, lust, and old love finally spoken aloud.

The phone rang.

Mirnaa’s name flashed on the screen.
They both jolted awake. Malar sat up quickly, eyes wide. “Mama… it’s very late. I should go.”
Vikram nodded, heart suddenly racing for a different reason. Malar slipped out of bed, gathered her clothes in silence, dressed fast, and left without another word—only a soft glance back at the door.

Vikram answered on the last ring.
“Mirnaa…”

Her voice came through—soft, tired, but warm.

“Hello, Vikram.”
Vikram: “Yes baby, how are you? How’s the day?”
Mirnaa: “Are you sleeping? Am I disturbing you?”
Vikram: “No no, just had a small nap after long work…”
Mirnaa: “Hmmm okay…”
Vikram realized something was off with her tone. He asked, “What’s bothering you?”
Mirnaa: “Vikram… I met the monster again.”
Vikram’s stomach dropped. “Why the fuck is he coming again and again?”
Mirnaa paused, surprised at his tone.
“He didn’t meet me or come to me. I just happened to meet him again… like a stranger!”
Vikram: “I don’t understand.”
Mirnaa: “He was attacked by someone. They put a cloth on his face from behind and beat him badly. He was lying on the floor, blood everywhere. I saw him at the place behind our event duty today…”
Vikram: “Oh.”
Mirnaa: “Guess what I did?”
Vikram smiled faintly, voice gentle. “You would have recovered him and got him admitted.”
Mirnaa: “How would I? He was a bad person, right?”
Vikram laughed—soft, warm. “I know my Mirnaa. She saved me when the whole crowd said I could be a bad person. You said ‘good or bad, we need to save.’ You would have done the same.”

Mirnaa’s voice softened, proud. “You understand me better than anyone. How did you know?”
“Won’t I know?” he said. “My own wife.”

They spoke for a while—lovely, small things. Her day, his “meetings,” how much they missed each other. She laughed softly at something he said. He smiled despite the heaviness in his chest.
They said goodnight.
He ended the call.


The panic lingered, but her trust soothed it—for now.


Next day…

The legal files were delivered to the resort—acquisition complete, land secured. Vikram finally relaxed. All pending work was done. Legal, clean (on paper).

He decided to call Malar for another session and further plan with her. He was in the mood to return to Chennai—a final fuck session, maybe, he thought.
He picked up the phone and dialed Malar.
She answered on the first ring.

“Mama…”
Vikram smiled. “Come back here. I miss you.”
Malar arrived within the hour.

Vikram told his plan about leaving.
But Malar’s face became dull.
Vikram: “What’s with that face?”

Malar hesitatingly asked, “Can you stay for 4 more days? You came here for a week, and I painted some plans in my head. And we just had 2 days sex and only 1 day with my way… The first one was sudden. Will you?”

Vikram laughed. Malar brought her face near his lips and seductively kissed him.
The plan was changed and he had to stay for 4 more days just to have regular sexual sessions with Malar.

Every day after that, the duo explored each other in ways they never could in childhood. The resort room became their secret world. They tried everything—her riding him slow and deep, him taking her from behind against the wall, her on all fours while he gripped her hips and fucked her hard, her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her until she cried out, tears mixing with moans. She cried sometimes—tears of release, of old pain, of love finally spoken. She told him everything: the nights she lay awake thinking of him, the guilt she carried, the fear she had that he hated her. He told her about the scars, the beatings, the years of rage that had turned him into someone he barely recognized. What they could not do in childhood, they did here—raw, desperate, healing.


Meanwhile, Krish was happy with the progress.


“The deal is locked,” he said over the phone. “You did it fast. But I still can’t tell you where Sekaran is. Not yet. Just know he’s safe—for now.”
Vikram didn’t push. He was too lost in Malar, too exhausted from the nights, too guilty every time Mirnaa’s name appeared on his screen.
Mirnaa was working peacefully at the hospital. She had been appointed as special nurse for a big-profile patient due to arrive in two days. The man was basically all healthy— but for unknown reasons, he was going to pretend unwell and stay there, the big shot was influential person in the city. She didn’t question it. She just did her job, sitting near him. Her duty: not to allow any outsiders inside.


Bharath, the next day (all happening on the same day), had a guest in his hospital room.
Aadharsh.

Aadharsh stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, voice low.

“I’m not aware of my men doing this,” he said. “They acted on their own. Forget it. Cooperate for a fresh deal.”
Bharath, bandaged and bruised, looked up at him with cold eyes.

“I’m still thinking,” he said. “But you should not have informed my department. Now even if I join you, all eyes will be on me. And that informer deserves more than a beating.”

Aadharsh nodded slowly. “Agreed. But you will find your way. I trust you. I have other things to focus on, someone took something i kept in my place.”


The three days calculatedly went.


But Mirnaa’s face—and the soft, heavy press of her breast against his face when she reached for the charger—did not erode from Bharath’s memory.

He closed his eyes and remembered the warmth, the jasmine scent, the way her blouse had molded to his lips for that one accidental second.




The fourth day arrived.

Vikram was unleashing all his rage on Malar. Malar sensed a change in him. He was aggressively fucking her hard. When she said “Mama, podhum” (it’s enough, stop), he continued.

Malar saw a new Vikram then.

They kissed, and he bit her lips aggressively. She slapped him and said, “Doing like this, won’t my husband find out?”
Vikram smirked.

Malar could not believe it, but she got cooled after some minute.



Cut to the hospital where Bharath was admitted.

The nurse gave him the discharge summary. Aadharsh had paid on behalf of him.

As soon as he came out, he went directly to the place where the event was held. He contacted the building manager and got hold of an organization number who organized the event. He started inquiring about the list of nurses who worked at the event.

However, the organizers said, “The event is linked to medical. The hospitals are specifically asked not to reveal staff names. So we randomly allotted it. All I can do is give you the hospital list where staff came from.”


Bharath got 15 hospital names in the list.

He resolved to find the woman who got back his urge after a long time.

Bharath was hurt by Manya’s split from him. Since then he was closed emotionally. He just fucked other women. But this woman, Mirnaa, seemed to be more special. She teased him. She worried about him not once but twice.


Bharath was determined to find her even if he had no name in hand now. He cannot forget her warm breasts and face.


Cut to the hospital where Mirna worked.

Mirna got back to her cabin to write her log and summary. She noticed her colleague was kissing a man who is not her husband. She was shocked first, before she warned. Then a phone call came. From conversation she realized the person on the phone was the man's wife.

The colleague said, “Go now. Let’s meet weekend.”

They hugged before leaving.
Mirnaa witnessed it. The colleague worried, came near her and tried to change conversation.
Mirnaa said, “How can you cheat your husband with another married woman?”
Colleague said, “See, that’s my personal.”
Mirnaa said, “I know your husband. He is a sweet person. I should tell him.”
Colleague said, “Fine, go ahead. He is not saint. He has been fucking other women around. See, just stay away from my personal. Don’t get into my zone.”

Mirnaa could not take this. What a cruel place, she thought.


She texted Vikram: “Are you arriving today…?”

Vikram texted back 20 minutes later: “Already packed.”


Mirnaa exhaled. The 7 days were too odd without him—that monster, this betrayal, and a fake case in hospital. She thought her world is shaking for 7 days without Vikram.

[Whyamihere]

Question: Should I add AI-generated images? I couldn’t find exact references, and AI tends to change or “tune” the images.

But let me hear your thoughts—do you think images are needed, or should I just continue the story with out image?


For some people, images might break the mood. If they already have their own vision of the characters, seeing different visuals could be a turn-off for them.

Ai images would be a good for visuals. But please dont overdo or bombard the thread with it. Keep the images limited to 2-3 gifs depending on situation or the scenario requires to be.

There are few stories who have ruined the whole lineup because everyone started sh@gging at the gifs only ?? . Hence, make it important when needed ONLY.

[heygiwriter]

Ai images would be a good for visuals. But please dont overdo or bombard the thread with it. Keep the images limited to 2-3 gifs depending on situation or the scenario requires to be.

There are few stories who have ruined the whole lineup because everyone started sh@gging at the gifs only ?? . Hence, make it important when needed ONLY.

Good point

[Muralimm]

Power, money & women this thing is available now on Vikram life so he can change some extent

But I have a doubt that he's mentor shakeran has killed by his son hand or betrayed by krish
This things can change Vikram completely I thought

May be its not

Anyways the story plot has gripped now

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 45: Love Wins



It was 2 PM in the afternoon.

Vikram had just typed a message to Mirnaa — “Leaving now, home by night. Miss you” — when Malar, still nude, hugged him from behind. Her breasts pressed soft and warm against his back, arms wrapping around his waist.

“I will be missing you…” she whispered.

Vikram turned in her embrace, looked down at her. “Anyhow we cannot continue, right?”

He kissed her — solid, deep, possessive — for a full five minutes. Tongues tangled, hands roaming, a last taste of everything they’d reclaimed in these four days.
He pulled back. “Let me get ready. It’ll take 6 hours to reach my place.”

Malar nodded. “Okay, mama. Wait for one hour. I’ll get Vicky here. Speak with him one more time. If you are serious about helping me set up a business here with your electronics shop, it would be helpful.”


Vikram smiled faintly. “You need not say it. I have the agreements ready. All you have to do is sign. If you want, you can take Vicky’s name. I left the name places empty for you to decide.”


Malar’s eyes softened. “Thanks.”


She urged him to wait, dressed quickly, and left.


Vikram took a hot shower. The water ran over his scars — the ones Malar had touched, the ones she had caused inside. He knew he had to go back to Chennai. He had avenged the humiliations, tasted the love he wished for in childhood. The memories were enough, he told himself.


He bathed, dressed perfectly — crisp shirt, pants, watch — then packed all his stuff. Forty minutes later, everything was in the car.


He saw Malar and Vicky coming in on the bike.
He got out.


Malar’s face was pale, unhappy. Vicky stood behind her, silent, arms crossed.
“So you started?” Malar asked.
Vikram nodded. “Yes.”

Malar said, “We just came to send you off.”
Vikram looked at the folder in his hand. “You or Vicky need to sign the agreement.”
Malar shook her head. “No need. We decided not to take this.”
Vicky asked, “Why?”


Malar smiled faintly. “No. You have done enough.”
Vikram couldn’t understand. Vicky stood aside, silent, letting them talk.
Vikram said, “Let me talk to Vicky. You stay here.”
He walked to Vicky.



Vikram looked around — people nearby. “People are here. Come, let’s talk in my car. One 10-minute man-to-man talk.”


Vicky hesitated, then followed.
Inside the car, door closed, Vikram turned to him.
“Why is Malar saying you guys are not interested in the deal? Agreement?”
Vicky said, “We are not interested.”


Vikram said, “I know Malar is interested. It’s only you. Let me explain how this business works…”


Vikram talked — examples, profits, how it would help her family. Vicky listened, silent.


Vikram lost patience. He really wanted to help Malar. But Vicky was blocking it.
He finally uttered, “I know you are stopping me from helping Malar because you witnessed us. You are revenging. You are doing this to cause tension between us.”
Vicky finally opened his mouth. “That could be one. But that’s not the only reason.”
Vikram furiously, “That is the reason.” In anger he said, “Years back you humiliated me, stole my Malar from me. And I did the same to you back. Agree that you got defeated by me.”


“Okay, leave it. What you did to me, I gave you back. Let’s forget all. Just let’s start fresh. It’s for Malar and her family. Please understand.”


Vicky interjected. “I know you two had sex. I realized on day 1 when I came back to get her. But there is nothing like you defeated me. Even now I have won.”
Vikram was confused. “Are you blabbering?”


Vicky said, “No. And one correction. What I did and what you did are different.”
“I wanted to tell this: what you think I did to you came back to me. Then what you did will come back to you.”


Vikram irritated, “Are you suggesting someone else will steal my wife?” He raised his hand in rage.


Vicky smiled. “You got irritated by this — by a mere example. What you did to my Malar, what should I do?”


Vikram took back his hand. They stayed silent for a few minutes.
Vicky continued.


“I had sex with my would-be years back. You came in and watched us. Yes, the thrill of someone watching made me blabber, but I didn’t plan it. Back then she was alone. She struggled to send you money. I helped her. We became friends. Slowly she fell for me and we crossed lines earlier.”


“So basically, I was claiming a woman who was rightfully mine. What you did is stealing someone else’s wife. Even if she had loved you, it means I have taken someone’s lover — not wife. Both have a difference.”


Vikram was stunned by the answer. He asked, are you Telling me I was at fault right from the first?”


Vicky said, “Perspective. If I fill your shoes, maybe I was the villain. If you wear mine, it could be love and nothing else.”


Vikram smiled — his anger turned into something else, a buzz-off mode. He asked, “From when have you been like this? I could see a new you. Unlike the arrogant Vicky when we were small.”


Vicky asked him, “Have you ever seen your wife masturbating herself?”
Vikram stunned. “No. Why?”
“I have seen.”


Vicky took a deep breath.


“I have seen Malar doing it. It was ashamed of myself when she was doing it. As a husband and her man I failed her. I won’t say I’m bad at bed, but I’m not enough for her needs. I have been harsh to her — not to hide my level, but in fear, to keep her in check. I feared what if someone stole her. I panicked when you arrived. Hmm, and it happened like I feared. I could not control it. Every woman has a need — some keep it to themselves, some go out for pleasure. Your revenge game made her do it. But I saw her face. She was happy. She is experiencing something new. I was equally happy as I was equally furious and ashamed. I felt like a loser.”


Vikram said, “So is this why you don’t want to take the business?”
“Not actually!”


Vikram asked, “So that day when you saw in the door, why didn’t you come in and fight with me? You already considered yourself a loser.”


Vicky smiled. “No. I feared for the respect. What if she saw me watching her? She won’t give me respect. She will treat me bad. At least when she doesn’t know that I know, the fear of getting caught will at least keep me in bay and withhold my respect. All those thoughts were with me. But everything changed today.”
Vikram asked, “What is that?”


“Today she asked me to accompany her so that you will sign the deal. I said no. She asked why. I said, Malar, all these days I failed you. But today I hope I don’t want to get this help and prove my worth. Whatever little I can get, I will get that on my own and will take care of you and son. I wholeheartedly said, trust me, I will do it for you. She knows I’m broken, I have not having any fancy money like you. All I had is love and hope and she chose me. She said okay nga. That’s enough. Love wins. Now tell me — would I take this opportunity and diminish a chance of proving the worth of love by myself?”


Vikram relaxed. He realized Malar seems to love Vicky more. His way of method, she is getting fall on me.


He understandingly said, “That’s okay Vicky. I got it now. Best wishes. But consider me as your well-wisher. If there is a need, call me.”


Vicky just smiled. Then he continued, “And about your wife? I have never seen her. It would be harsh to mention about her indirectly. What I mean is this — like my wife once said you in bed. Women have needs too. It may not be case of sidelined. It may be due to their fear of what if my loved one mistakes me. So they would generally go out… to get themselves satisfied. Whatever extent they go, when they have deep love they will come back to us.”


Vikram listened to his blabbering. But it had a truth maybe! It’s just Vicky’s story…


They didn’t say goodbye. They just glared at each other.
Vikram’s vehicle rode through the highway for Chennai.

[Siva40]

Good Narration

[heygiwriter]

Good Narration

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 46: Vikram’s Realization – He Needs Mirna More Than She Needs Him



Vikram’s hands were tight on the wheel.

The conversation with Vicky still rang in his ears — every word, every smirk, every quiet truth. 

The past 7 days had given him more experience, lessons, and understanding than he ever asked for.

He knew Mirnaa had wanted him badly — to tell all her stories for 7 days, to bury her head in his chest and sob about everything that bothered her.

But now Vikram felt the opposite: it was him who needed Mirnaa badly. 

To hug her. To vent his helplessness, worst part is he cannot say it openly, all he needed is a hug from her to make him recover. 



Everything he had done — the revenge, the sex, the power — suddenly seemed meaningless after what he had realized.




Malar hadn’t needed a man because she was bored of Vicky. She feared Vicky would mistake her, judge her. 
She needed Vikram for her exploration — no-judgment nonsense, just a fuck her way. 
A safe space to release urges she had suppressed.


Vicky, on the other hand, had made him realize: love is the key. 
No matter to what extent she goes, if the love is really inside them, she or he can come back to the place where it was meant only for them.


Vicky also shed light on the guilt factor that drove Malar back to him. Now the same guilt was driving Vikram back to Mirnaa.


Vikram had almost forgotten Mirnaa. 
The emotional bond between him and Malar had been rock-solid. 
He was even ready to stay when his work was completed — just for her.
The bond was dangerous and wrong on many levels. 


But he was surprised how they turned to each other like partners at the end.


The thought kept hitting him: 
he always believed someone (Vicky) had taken his woman. But actually she was rightfully Vicky’s.

And Vicky’s subtle ring of words — “your wife could do in future too” — echoed quietly.


His questions came:
What if Mirnaa too needs more in sex?
What if she wants someone else?
No — these are stupid thoughts, he told himself.
He drove the car slowly. Too many things running in his mind.



At 10 PM he finally reached the house.

Mirnaa opened the door.

The big house had only Mirnaa. How did I leave her all alone in this big house? he realized.
Mirnaa hugged him tightly. She had prepared dinner. 

The sambar smell and idli’s hotness brought Vikram back to his feet — a simple acknowledgment of HOME.
He smiled.



Mirnaa asked, “Why are you smiling?”
Vikram said, “I’m home. Your idli and sambar announced it.”

Mirnaa hugged him from behind — arms around him — and kissed his cheek while he ate from the table, chair sitting.
Mirnaa kept blushing.


Bedtime came.
Vikram removed his shirt and wore shorts as usual. Mirnaa fell into her night gown. She finally came on the bed together after 7 days. 
She finally landed her head on his chest.


Vikram said, “Come on, tell me what all bothered you?”

He hugged her tighter than before, he needs her warm, to free himself from guilt thoughts and a lot that burdening him.


Mirnaa smiled. “You finally realized I’m going to flood you with complaints.”

He hugged her warmly, kissed her forehead — his lips crushing on her skin. He himself felt odd. He himself felt he was impure.

He knew he had been here doing all that was cheating, yet he was hurting the one who had no idea about that.
Mirnaa continued. “This week, these 7 days, I don’t know why I felt like the world changed for me. Ever since you went out, I’m facing a lot of these easy things.”


Vikram laughed. “Not because I went out. Even if I was here, you would have faced them.”

Mirnaa: “That monster — he was the first one. I would never have complained if he was just a henchman.”
Vikram: “Then?”

Mirnaa: “I mean he saved someone, like a hero, but within a minute he showed his true face — a rowdy. How could people act saint before others or like a savior, and in hidden rooms he is a rowdy?”

Vikram observed her in shock. While he was guilty of what he did behind her back, the monster person echoed what he had done in his entire married life. Mirnaa didn’t know his dark works when he was with Sekaran’s gang.


Mirnaa looked at him, and she found him thinking for a long time. She asked, “What happened?”

Vikram didn’t know how to neutralize it.

He said, “You are judgmental, Mirnaa. I know your family is affected by henchmen, rowdies. But let me tell you — you never know him. When he saved someone, that means he is good basically. Maybe he had some reasons to beat him.”


“Are you sure the one who received the beating is a good person?”
Mirnaa blinked.


Vikram said, “No, right? You never know anything about the one who received and the one who gives. At least the one who gave the beating showed you his good side.”


Mirnaa said, “Maybe he does bad job for money. Still that’s wrong. He beat an innocent.”
Vikram said: How are you sure about the one receiveing is innocent, just because he got the beatings??


Vikram said, “If that person can show good quality and yet he acted that way… there will be reasons, situations. His hands might be tied. You should try to forgive them. Wish them to go in the right path. Just focus on the good things Mirna. ”
(Vikram in mind: pleading her to forgive that person — which will give him hope when she finds out about him. He urges her to look on good side)


Mirnaa, influenced by what Vikram said, continued: “But that person didn’t seem to be a good one. For the second time I saw he was beaten up.”

Vikram said, “Even I was beaten up years back. Will you call me the same?”

Mirnaa looked at him and said, “I don’t know why you support him so much without seeing.”
Vikram said, “I see myself in him.”

Mirnaa laughed. “What? You see yourself in him? You are gold. He is some third-rated rowdy.”
Vikram’s stomach crunched.

Mirnaa said, “Are you referring to how I saved him and you? You are parallel connecting.”
Vikram, to escape, said, “Yes.”

Vikram wanted to shift topic. 

He continued: “We have spoken enough of it. Do you have anything else that bothered you?”
Mirnaa: “Yes…”

“There is one big shot. He is going to get admitted tomorrow. Thing is he has no issues. For some malpractice he tied up with a doc and is admitting here. They appointed me there.” “Why is society becoming so strange? False setup, false case! and they are involving me in!!”


Vikram: “Money, power and nothing else.”


Vikram feared the topic may go back to Monster/henchman. He quickly followed for another diversion.


Just for these two you were worried that you need me immediately?


But what he doesn’t know is the complaint she is going to bring him is going to change the dynamics forever for them.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 47 – Vikram Influences Mirnaa on How Normal an Affair Could Be


Mirnaa’s head was still on Vikram’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. The room was quiet, lit only by the bedside lamp.
Vikram feared the topic may go back to monster/henchman. He quickly followed for another diversion.

He shifted slightly. “Just for these two things you were worried that you need me immediately?”

Mirnaa sighed. “No, I actually had a bigger one. I don’t know how to tell you this… It’s been eating at me all day.”
Vikram’s body tensed, but he kept his voice steady. “Tell me.”
Mirnaa lifted her head, looked up at him.

“I saw something in the hospital today. Which shocked me to the core.”
Vikram asked, “What happened that shocked you to that extent?”
Mirnaa: “You have seen my colleague, Priya right?”

Vikram: “Yes – what’s the issue with her that shocked you?”
Mirnaa: “I saw her in the cabin… She… she… she was kissing a man in the cabin. Not her husband.”

Vikram was shocked. He knew of the affair and it wasn’t her husband… So bad… But hours back I did the same. The reality hurt him. His own wife complained about what someone was doing and she had this shocking reaction. What if she realized I did the same with Malar…


He quickly avoided her eye sight and took his phone to see the time.

Mirnaa: “Vikram, the strange thing is a phone call came… It was the man’s wife. They acted like nothing happened.”
Vikram: “Oh, why do you involve in other personal stuffs?”

Mirnaa: “I didn’t, it happened before my eyes. But I got into a little fight and I decided to break friendship with her.”

Vikram was stunned. Priya's affair is her personal, but as she was in an affair, Mirnaa wanted to break her friendship with her. How will she react if she finds mine? Vikram worried.

Vikram asked, “Why do you want to break her friendship over her personal choices?”

Mirnaa: “Surprised, why shouldn't I? How can people do this? She is cheating and it feels so wrong… like she is not loyal anymore.”
The worst part is that she is justifying that her husband cheats too. she said.

Vikram could hear her heavy breath, she seemed highly uncomfortable.

Vikram’s stomach twisted — the irony burned. He had just come back from 7 days of exactly that. Cheating. Betrayal. But he couldn’t show it. Instead, he took a breath and stroked her hair.

Vikram wanted to cool her at the same time to influence her mind. Like affair is not a wrong thing. He saw making her unblock her friend and befriend again would be a sign, for potential unblocking him in future when she happened to find the truth.


Vikram mind was surfing so much in silence and he found out some words he began.


He started slowly... “Mirnaa, I know what you are talking about, but let me tell you.”

What you see as wrong may not be wrong when you fill in their shoes.

Mirnaa was puzzled. “How? Let me tell you I fill myself in Priya's place — still it’s a cheat when I kiss other men. 
I see myself cheating the husband.”

Vikram realised it would take a long route to explain to her.

He asked, “Are you sexually satisfied with me?”

Mirnaa wasn’t ready for such a question. Close to 3 years in marriage, never such question arose. 
Mirnaa asked, “What question are you asking me?”
Vikram asked, “Just answer me.”
Mirnaa said, “Yes, always…”

Vikram asked, “How do you know?”
Mirnaa said, “Won’t I know?”

He then asked, “Does your friend Priya know you are sexually satisfied by me?”
Mirnaa said, “Stupid, will she ask me or will I say her? Our thing only we know right”

Vikram said, “Exactly! This is how Priya is: you never know if she is sexually satisfied or not!”

Mirnaa began something…

“Wait, let me complete it,” Vikram said.


Mirnaa then calmed.

Vikram continued.
“You never know her state, the truth! She may not get satisfied by her husband, or there could not be any sexual things happened between them. She may need more and her husband could not have fulfilled it. Or it could be just a thrill outside of marriage. Or it could be she wanted something new, which she could not get inside marriage due to fear.”

Mirnaa asked, “What’s with the fear? It’s her husband right.”

Vikram recounted Malar's dialogue as it is.
“Mirnaa, see, some women had this trouble. They wanted to try something in sex, like we see in videos, but merely asking it the husbands or boyfriend would judge them. Imagine Mirnaa you ask for some position you look at video and what will you do, if I call you slut just because you asked it. Won’t it shatter you?”

Mirnaa stunned. She was seriously looking at his face with shock.

He continued, “You will get hurt, but still your body may ache for it. That is when a friend or stranger comes into that space and fill it.”
Mirnaa could not speak any, she continued, “May be she told him and he was ready and yet she chose this.”

Vikram calmly said, “That’s a possibility. If she still goes out, it means they would have tried and she didn’t get satisfaction and she chose one out.”
“I still could not process what you said last, husband knows and yet, she goes out…”

“It’s not that simple, Mirnaa. The world is changing. Modern society works differently now. People have needs — physical, emotional. Sometimes marriage doesn’t fulfill all of them. Staying merely in marriage without any of needs met, would damage the bond that being good to each other. That’s when some people go for open marriages or cheating.”

Mirnaa blinked at open marriages.

Mirnaa blinked, sitting up a bit. “What do you mean ‘how far they go’? Like… cheating is okay?”

“But that doesn’t mean love ends. No matter how far they go, if the love is real, it brings them back.”

Vikram shook his head, keeping his tone calm, explanatory.

“Not ‘okay’ — but it happens. In some relationships, people are open about it. They talk, they agree. Like swinging — where couples swap partners for a night, just for fun. Or cuckolding, where one watches the other with someone else, the other may not involve but that’s a thrill for them.”

Mirnaa’s eyes widened, shocked. “Swinging? Cuckolding? That sounds… wrong. Like, how can someone watch their wife with another man and be okay? Or swap? Isn’t that just cheating with permission?”

Vikram nodded slowly, seeing her naivety, her innocence shining through. “It shocks most people at first. But think about it — some may need a new feel, a new thrill outside of marriage. The routine gets old. They crave variety, excitement. But if the love is strong, they come back. Like Priya — maybe she and her husband have an understanding.”

Mirnaa’s face flushed, still stunned. “A new thrill? Outside marriage? 
But… why? If you love someone, isn’t that enough? 
And what if one gets attached to the other person? Or jealous? It sounds so… messy. Dirty.”


Vikram smiled gently, rubbing her arm. “Jealousy happens, but they talk through it. It’s about openness. No secrets, no lies. 

For some, it even makes the marriage stronger — the thrill brings them closer. The world is strange, like you said. But it’s also more free. People don’t judge as much anymore.”


Vikram said, “Let's take us as an example. 3 years in marriage, I wanted to try Anal once, and you were too shy. 
We tried once and we left in the middle. Imagine if one of us are not satisfied. 

For instance me, I still want anal and I didn’t get it because you feared or you felt odd. It left me wanted more. Imagine for you instance, you wanted it but you just could not ask and I'm crawling back due to looking at how you are uncomfortable. 

These scenarios won't be a trouble with third person. Just people do it for fun and come back to where they are”


Mirnaa mind was stuck with part, may be Vikram neeeded Anal... she quickly said, “You should have told me you wanted it.”

Vikram laughed. “See, i said it as a example, doesnt mean i want it badly.. we will figure out if we need it right. There are couples they speak open like this but still they could not get it and they choose this step. I'm saying just don't judge or mistreat anyone just because they are sexually active in different way, that's the case with your friend Priya.”


Mirnaa shook her head, whispering. “I could never… it’s shocking. I want to cut friendship with Priya. How can I look at her the same?”


Vikram leaned in, voice soothing. “Don’t judge her so fast. Give her space. Be a good friend again. Everyone has reasons. Talk to her — understand why. You’re kind like that.”


Mirnaa looked at him, still processing, shocked by the ideas. “You make it sound… normal.”
Vikram shrugged. “In the modern world, it is for some.”

Mirnaa after a thought just said, “You seem like making it sound normal, only when it happens to you, you will jump.”
She then said, “Will you be okay if I say I want a thrill outside marriage?”

Vikram said: “Wow, my wife became so open in a day.”

She hit his hand. “Answer me, its easy to preach for outside world, but when it happens inside home, it could be more damaging.”

Vikram said: “Answer is Yes, If my Mirnaa wants it, if she feels it safe, I can.”

Mirnaa was shocked. She was not ready for the answer. Vikram patiently waited for this moment and said, “I will do the same as you, I know you will let me if I ask.” He smiles.

Mirnaa bit his ear and said, “I won’t give you to any…” They laughed with a small bed fight, then Vikram embraced her in a hug and kissed her forehead and said, “There are plenty of reasons why some go out for thrill, why they cheat. But sex is just another thing. The only thing you need to know is if love stays as it is. When love stays, nothing can shake it. Like our love.”


She smiled.

He then said, “Go to your friend tomorrow, befriend her as usual, don’t get into fight. Friends sometimes need our support. You need to be in a place of understanding rather throwing tantrum and prejudice. Talk with her speak with her if she needed, but don’t go and ask their story yourself. Just allow them to in your zone.”   Internally Vikram mind said “If she can accept this for Priya, maybe she’ll accept it for me someday if she get to know the truths"


Mirnaa said, “Okay. I won’t be judgmental. I will be good friend.”

But inside, his mind raced. The conversation had changed everything, what was he done to pass as escapism printed a new route unintentionally — just like he didn’t know.

The dynamics were shifting.
Forever.


Vikram lifted his head and said, “Except the hospital big shot thing, other two cases are just based on your judgement. You see one of this going to be not worst like you thought and one of them going to have some good reason, but you misunderstood.”


Vikram would know Priya would have reasons justifiable for her cheating and why should that monster appear again, he is just some stranger, she would soon assume him for a misunderstood soul. He smiled and slept hugging her.

[Muralimm]

The conversation is really good and its happening in real-world

Quite interesting narration excellent proceedings

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 48 – The Friend, The Big Shot, & The Footage

Midnight. 2 AM.


Vikram stirred in bed, bladder full, sleep heavy. He rose quietly, feet touching cold floor, and shuffled toward the bathroom. 
Halfway down the hallway, he froze.

A faint golden light leaked from under the store room door — Flashing. Pulsing. 
Like someone inside had forgotten to turn off a lamp… or didn’t care.

His heart kicked. Something is up.
He stepped closer, barefoot, silent. 
The door was slightly ajar — just a crack, enough for sound to slip out.


Low moans. Wet slaps of skin. Heavy breathing. A woman’s gasp — sharp, needy.


Vikram’s throat tightened. The scene felt too familiar — the same store room, the same rhythm he had once walked in on with Malar and Vicky.

Years back. The humiliation still burned.
But this wasn’t them.


He edged nearer, breath shallow. 
Through the crack he saw shadows moving — two bodies, stark nude, locked together in frantic rhythm. 

The man had her bent over a low shelf, hips slamming forward with controlled violence. Her back arched, breasts swaying with every thrust, hair spilling wild over her shoulders.


Vikram’s hand moved almost on instinct to his pants. He tugged the waistband down. 
His cock sprang free — already half-hard from the sounds, the sight, the sick thrill of watching something forbidden.


He wrapped his fingers around himself. Slow strokes at first. Matching their rhythm.

The woman’s moans grew louder — desperate, pleading. The man growled low, possessive.
Vikram stroked faster. Heat coiled in his gut. He was going to catch them. He was going to see who it was. The thought made him harder.


Then the woman rose from her position — pushed herself upright, back arching, head tilting back as the man drove deeper.
Her face was blurry at first — shadowed, out of focus.

She gasped, voice trembling with pleasure.
“Will you let me do it… outside our marriage?”
Vikram’s hand froze mid-stroke.
The voice was unmistakable.
The blur cleared.


It was Mirnaa.

Her face — flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with ecstasy — stared straight toward the crack in the door. Straight toward him.
The man behind her slowed, hips still buried deep. His head turned slowly.


A mask. Black. Monstrous. Like something from a nightmare — jagged teeth, hollow eyes.
The monster smiled.


Mirnaa’s voice again — soft, broken, aroused.
“Will you let me…?”

Vikram’s stomach dropped. Horror and arousal crashed together. His cock throbbed in his fist — traitorously hard.
He tried to shout. Nothing came out.

The monster thrust once — hard. Mirnaa cried out in pleasure.
Vikram’s body jerked.
He came.


Hot spurts hit the floor in front of him — thick, shameful ropes. His knees almost buckled.
“Mirnaa!” he finally choked out, voice cracking.


He jolted awake.
Dream.
Bloody dream.


He was sitting up in bed, chest heaving. Sweat slick on his skin. Mirnaa slept peacefully beside him — breathing slow, face innocent, unaware.
He looked down.

His shorts were soaked. Cum had leaked through the fabric, sticky against his thigh. A wet spot darkened the sheet beneath him.


Shit… too many thoughts. Too many names.  their last night discussions all turned into a dream…


He pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
The dream lingered — her face in pleasure, the monster’s mask, her question.
“Will you let me do it outside our marriage?”

He swallowed hard.
He didn’t move for a long time.


Until morning arrives.



Vikram didn’t move anywhere. He decided to stay at home. 
The dream shook him. Moments later Mirnaa cooked and kissed him and said she will go to hospital.


Vikram offered to ride her to hospital.
His Sedan took her. When she got dropped, she caught his hand and said, “I will speak with Priya. Okay.”
Vikram smiled. But his inner peace is shaken after the dream.



At hospital,

Priya and Mirnaa sat in the hospital staff room during a rare quiet afternoon break. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead. Priya looked nervous, stirring her tea endlessly.

Mirnaa broke the silence first. “Priya… I’m sorry for how I reacted yesterday. I was shocked. Everyone has reasons. I don’t want to lose my friend over this.”

Priya’s eyes filled with relief. “Mirnaa… thank you. I didn’t want to lose you either. I know it looks bad, but… it’s complicated. My husband and I… don’t ask me anything. When time comes I will let you know. But don’t judge me. Even I was hurt after speaking to you that way…”

Mirnaa nodded slowly, still processing. “I don’t understand it completely. But I won’t judge. You’re still my friend.”
Priya smiled, tears in her eyes. “Thank you for understanding me better. Really.”

They hugged — a small, genuine moment of reconnection.

Meanwhile, in the special wing, the big-shot patient arrived. A middle-aged man in a crisp suit, accompanied by two bodyguards and a private doctor. He looked healthy — too healthy for admission. He smiled politely at the staff, settled into the luxurious private room, and requested “round-the-clock nursing care.”

Mirnaa was assigned to him.

She entered the room with her chart, professional smile in place. “Good afternoon, sir. I’m Mirnaa, your assigned nurse. How are you feeling today?”

The man looked at her — eyes sharp, assessing. “Very well, thank you. Just here for observation.”
Mirnaa nodded, checking his vitals. “Everything looks normal. Any discomfort?”
The man smiled. “None at all. Just… make sure no one disturbs me. I have important calls.”

Mirnaa felt a strange unease — something about his calm confidence felt off. But she pushed it aside.
“Of course, sir. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”

She left the room, closing the door softly.

On the other side of the city, 

Bharath pulled his Thar jeep into the parking lot of his apartment building. He was still bruised from the beating, but his eyes were sharp, determined.

Rishi — his old friend — was waiting at the gate with a lunch box.

“Thangachi made this specially for you,” Rishi said, handing it over. “Malini said you need proper food after all this hospital nonsense.”
Bharath took the box, a rare soft smile crossing his face. “Tell her thanks. How is she now?”

Rishi grinned. “All fine. Still bossing me around. You know how she is. But she worries about you. Says you’re too closed off since Manya.”
Bharath’s smile faded. “I’m fine.”

Rishi looked at him. “You’re not. But anyway — you got the hospital list?”
Bharath nodded. “15 names. No nurse names. They said hospitals didn’t reveal identities.”

Rishi whistled. “Smart. But… CCTV? The event building must have cameras. You can check the footage — see who helped you behind the stage.”
Bharath’s eyes lit up. “How did I miss it? Good idea.”
Rishi smiled. “It happens.”

He asked, “Why you are so concerned about this woman?”
Bharath eyes widened. “She teased me. Now I need to taste it.”

Rishi said, “Instead of doing stuffs like this you should visit Manya and make her understand.”
Bharath said: “I don’t see any positive from her. Just let me do what I want.”

After lunch, the duo started in Bharath’s Thar jeep toward the event venue. Bharath drove in silence, mind fixed on the woman who had helped him twice — her face, her softness, her kindness despite fear.

Meanwhile, Krish phoned Vikram.

“Vikram, I’m reaching next week. Swathi is not coming.
Things are intensifying. I’m coming in advance.”
Vikram’s grip on the phone tightened. “What’s happening?”


Krish: “Aadharsh is moving fast. We need to act. Stay ready.”
Vikram ended the call, unease settling in.





Evening 

Mirnaa arrived back in evening 7 PM, Vikram face came back to calmness after seeing her, but that was sort, as she came in with phone on ears..

It was Shiney. Now Dr. Shiney.


“Mirnaa! I’m coming soon to Chennai. Surprise visit. Don’t tell Vikram yet — I want to shock him.”
Mirnaa laughed. “When?”
Shiney: “Soon. Very soon.”

Vikram, overhearing, felt a little uncomfortable with the news.
Shiney’s arrival meant more eyes, more questions. He smiled at Mirnaa anyway.
But inside, the unease grew.




Priya and Mirnaa reunited as friends.
Bharath nearing Mirnaa.
Vikram’s dream.
Krish advancing his plan to Chennai.
Dr. Shiney’s surprise visit.
Aadharsh is moving fast.


All these happening in a single day.

[Siva40]

[quote pid='6137659' dateline='1770287155']
Priya and Mirnaa reunited as friends.
Bharath nearing Mirnaa.
Vikram’s dream.
Krish advancing his plan to Chennai.
Dr. Shiney’s surprise visit.
Aadharsh is moving fast.


All these happening in a single day.
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Wow

[heygiwriter]

The conversation is really good and its happening in real-world

Quite interesting narration excellent proceedings

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

[quote pid='6137659' dateline='1770287155']
Priya and Mirnaa reunited as friends.
Bharath nearing Mirnaa.
Vikram’s dream.
Krish advancing his plan to Chennai.
Dr. Shiney’s surprise visit.
Aadharsh is moving fast.


All these happening in a single day.

Wow
[/quote]

Thanks

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Chapter 49 – You both know each other.?!





Next day at the hospital…

The middle-aged man — the influential big-shot patient — had been restless all afternoon. His private room was quiet, bodyguards stationed outside, but inside, he had dismissed the regular staff with a wave.

Now, two younger hospital girls (not nurses, just aides) were in the room, giggling nervously as he poured drinks from a bottle he’d brought himself.

Mirnaa walked past the door on her rounds and froze. The girls were sitting too close, dresses hiked up, the man’s hand on one thigh. Laughter, low voices, the unmistakable smell of alcohol.

She stepped in, voice firm but calm. “Sir, this is a hospital. Not a place to ridicule like this. Please send them out.”

The man looked up, amused. “Relax, nurse. They’re just entertaining me. No harm.”

Mirnaa’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not allowed. Leave, girls.”

The aides scurried out, embarrassed. The man leaned back, smirking. “Okay, let it be. Come back in an hour. I have some needs to be done.”
Mirnaa turned and left without a word, heart pounding.

In the staff room, she found Priya. “That man… he’s rude. Trying to entertain girls in his room like it’s a hotel.”


Priya sighed. “Influential people think rules don’t apply. Just stay away from him. Don’t get involved.”

Mirnaa nodded, but texted Vikram anyway:

“Something weird at hospital. The big-shot patient is trying to entertain girls in his room. Told him off. Feeling uneasy.”

Vikram read the message. His mind went off. Something off. The dream still lingered — Mirnaa with the monster. He sensed danger. He didn’t alert her but went to the hospital to see her.

Meanwhile, Bharath had retrieved the CCTV footage from the event building. Her face is clear now. Her name tag is visible: Mirnaa, and when she picked her ID, he noted her hospital…

He stared at the screen for a long time.

“She saved me twice,” he muttered to Rishi. “I’ll befriend her. Spark friendship. Slowly… get what I need.”

Rishi raised an eyebrow. “You mean sex?”

Bharath didn’t answer. He just started the Thar jeep toward her hospital.

An hour later.

Mirnaa knocked on the big-shot’s door. “Sir? You asked for me?”

“Come in.”
The room was dim. The bodyguards were gone. The man sat on the bed in a robe, drink in hand.

“Yes sir, what do you want?”

He smiled. “You sent everyone away. I appreciate your sincerity. Hospital girls like them are not fit for this place.”
He stood, walked toward her slowly.
“But this place… you can fit in.”


He reached out, fingers brushing her saree pallu.
Mirnaa stepped back. “Sir, stop.”
He tugged. The pallu started to slip.


Before it dropped, a loud thud.

A kick landed square on the man’s chest. He flew back, crashing against the bed.
Bharath stood there, eyes blazing.

Mirnaa didn’t wait. She ran out, heart hammering, and alerted security and the chief in-charge.

As soon as everyone arrived, the people around there said, “Please don’t raise this issue. He is an influential man.”
Bharath raged. “I don’t care. This man tried to misbehave. Glad I looked at the right time.”

Priya said, “No, we need to call security officer. How could we peacefully work here, with vultures like him?” Few other nurses joined her.
Mirnaa was panicked.  

Chief comes in and said, “We will sort this out. She is our staff, we will take care.”

Bharath didn’t flinch. A nurse called a cop.

at the same time... 
Bharath’s phone rang. He glanced at it, face hardening. “I have to go. Emergency.”

He looked at Mirnaa once — eyes intense — then left.
Chief gets the phone from staff and said, “We will fix this internally. He is our guest. 
Yes, it’s inappropriate, but I don’t want our hospital in news.”


Vikram arrived moments later.

He saw Mirnaa — pale, shaking. She ran to him, hugged him tight.

Vikram held her, rage boiling inside. “What happened?”
She told him everything — the man’s attempt, a stranger’s kick, the crowd protecting the big-shot. Nurses standing for her.

Vikram’s jaw clenched. He wanted to break his bones but he knew he should not show his rage out. Yet he said, “Let me break his hand.”

Mirnaa stopped him. “No, we are not that powerful to offend him. Let’s complain with security officer or to hospital.”


Vikram calmed down and said, “Let’s move for now. I will escalate this legally.”

He took her out, arm around her. Priya followed, worried.

Vikram asked Priya to accompany them for sometime till she became normal.

At home, Mirnaa sat on the couch, still shaken.

“The monster… he actually saved me. I want to thank him, but he disappeared. Maybe panicked when people talked about calling security officer.”

Vikram’s mind flashed — monster fucking Mirnaa in a mask. The dream. His stomach churned.

“What monster again?” he asked, voice tight.

Mirnaa said, “Should I call savior?” She slipped a smile.
Vikram felt easy, a small smile.

Mirnaa said, “You are good at reading people. As you said maybe I misjudged him. He seems to be a good person.”

Vikram said, “That’s why you should be calm and listen to full before passing a judgement.”

He was relaxed that finally she is easing out on henchman thing, “than you monster for saving her and this…”

But the rage never let him.

At 9 PM he got a message from his informer: the big shot is partying somewhere in a warehouse. No CCTV and all good.

Vikram knew this is the time.

Vikram pretended his phone rang.
He stepped away, then came back.

“Priya, can you stay till 12? I have a very important thing to address. I don’t want to leave her alone, especially today.”

Priya nodded. “Sure. I’ll call my husband.”
She did. “My friend fell and has no one to take care of. He said stay if needed.”
Priya said, “My husband said if you want to stay you can.”
Vikram said, “Perfect thanks.”

Priya and Mirnaa stayed together. They chatted random stories. Then Priya slept on the sofa. Mirnaa slept on the cushion.

At 1 AM, Vikram came back.
He woke them gently. “Come, sleep in the guest room.”
They moved. Mirnaa fell asleep quickly.
Vikram stared at the ceiling, mind racing.


Next morning, 8 AM.

A Cop jeep arrived outside.

Officers knocked. “Vikram? You need to come with us. We received a complaint from the big-shot patient. Assault case.”

Mirnaa rushed out. “No! He doesn’t even know how to fight. He’s innocent. He was targeted by that man for his wrongdoings we questioned!”

Whatever, you need to come to the security officer station and explain. He rudely said, “Go that way idiots…”

Vikram stepped forward, calm. “I’m equally influential. I run businesses with many outlets. 
I too have people who are well known in power play.”
Vikram showed his card.

The cops hesitated, suddenly respectful. “Sir, please come to the station. We’ll sort it.”


Mirnaa and Priya followed in the car.

At the station, the big-shot sat, bruised, angry.

“Someone beat me. It must be him — the husband. They powdered chilli on my eyes and my helpers’ eyes so we didn’t see. 
But I’m sure it was him. Who else had the intention than him?”

Vikram said, “You tried molesting my wife and now turning someone else attacking you on me?”

The big-shot sneered. “I molested do you have proof? Did the hospital said so? No proof. You don’t know my power.” He threatened.

The cop gave Vikram's card to big shot. 

He laughed at that card, “Just a electronics man. Should I be feared for his 20 outlets and assets? He is nothing before me.”

The cop smirked.

“And don’t leave the first person who attacked me either,” Big shot raged.

The constable said, “Sir, we identified him via CCTV camera. He is also on the way.” But it’s not what the way you think.

The inspector said, “Shut up. Who are you to interfere? Your only job is to pass information. Just stand there idiot.”

Mirnaa realized the monster sorry the savior or helper is arriving as well, she thinks of just telling him a thanks after all ends will work. 

Vikram’s hands were cuffed by the security officer. 
They said, “You can’t be saved. We’re ready to force all fake charges on you. 
You played wrong with power.”

The Thar jeep arrived with screech sound.

The constable said, “The person who beat the man is coming,” knowing something the constable smiled.

The inspector sat on the table like a hero, mocking smile. 
He addressed Mirnaa: “Instead of too much trouble you should have listened to the bigshot.”
See your husband and that thug who is coming up now going to face huge backlash...
He and few others laughed.


Vikram controlled himself — he doesn’t want Mirnaa to see his rage and reveal his identity.

The footsteps nears the entrance..
The constable saluted at the entrance.

The inspector looked shocked — who is arriving that the constable is saluting?


Bharath entered the station.
The influential big-shot pointed. “He is the person who beat me first last day.”

The inspector said, “Sir, is it you?” His hand automatically saluted.


Mirnaa looked at him — the monster, bad man, henchman she used to call is being saluted by the inspector.



That was the first time Vikram saw him.

“Bharath…???”



Bharath looked at him. “Vikram???”



Mirnaa was shocked.

You both know each other.



Vikram and Bharath looked at Mirnaa…

[Muralimm]

Man your writing script is addicted to me like a drug

Too good man

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 50 – The Real Vikram 


Mirnaa’s voice cut through the tense air of the station.

“You both know each other?”

Vikram turned to her first, his face calm but his eyes sharp. He didn’t want Bharath to bluff or twist anything. 

He spoke before Bharath could open his mouth.
“Yeah… we are friends from the past.”

Bharath looked at him — suspicion flickering in his eyes. 
He didn’t contradict, but the look said: We’ll talk later.

Vikram continued, voice steady. “Let’s finish this first. Then we’ll have a talk.”

He turned to the inspector, pointing at the big-shot still sprawled on the floor, clutching his jaw.

“This guy tried to molest my wife. Mirnaa.”

Bharath’s head snapped toward Mirna.
His face turned pale, the moment he heard the word Mirna My WIFE.

Shit, he said to himself — silently, before anyone noticed.
Mirnaa was Vikram’s wife.

The woman he had been hunting. 
The one whose softness against his face he couldn’t forget.
The one he wanted to befriend… slowly… take.
And she belonged to Vikram.

Bharath looked at the inspector, voice low but commanding.
“What are you doing? 
You arrested a victim and you’re pleasing this arrogant person?”

The big-shot raised his voice from the floor, arrogant even in pain.
“Mind yourself, mister. Do you know who I am?”

Bharath stepped closer, eyes cold.
“Till yesterday I didn’t care. But after you touched my people… you think I’ll leave you alone?”

Mirna noticed the word my people. 

The man laughed — a bloody, mocking laugh.
“I don’t know who you are, but I can make you struggle with one call.”

Bharath’s foot moved fast — another kick, this time landing square on the big-shot’s face.
The man fell back again, groaning.

Bharath picked up the man’s phone from the floor. The screen was still lit — a call in progress.
He put it to his ear.

“I’m Bharath. Yes… I’m the same.”
The caller on the other end sounded panicked.

Bharath listened for a second, then handed the phone to the big-shot.
The caller’s voice came through loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Who have you offended? He will finish you off.”


The big-shot, blood trickling from his lip, snarled at Bharath.
“You may have temporarily escaped from me, but I won’t leave you all. 
Especially you, girl — don’t think these people saved you. 
For all that I face, I will give you in return.”

Bharath looked down at him, voice flat.
“With your condition… is this not too much to call?”

Vikram turned to Bharath.
“Thanks.”

Bharath nodded once. “That’s okay.”

His eyes flicked to Mirnaa.
She was about to thank him — lips parting — but she couldn’t.
The words stuck. She held Vikram’s hand tighter instead.

Priya stepped forward.
“Thank you… really.”

Bharath just nodded — eyes still on Mirnaa for one second longer.

Vikram said, “Come to my house one day. For a coffee?”
Bharath met his gaze.
“Sure.”

As they were about to leave, the constable spoke up.
“Sir… did you beat that fellow last night with chillies?”

Bharath shook his head.
“No.”

Mirnaa turned to his side — surprised by the “no.”
If not him, who else?

Vikram, Mirna and Priya walking back..

The constable echoed the same.
“If you had not beaten him and his men… who else?

Including the big-shot, all of them said last night at their warehouse — only one person entered and he beat all of them. 
I thought it could be you. If not you… who else, sir?”

Bharath nodded no — suspicion in his eyes.

That instant, his mind reeled back to a past event. At a warehouse where Swathi's father-in-law had kidnapped Sam, he had seen a man once fighting alone with many wounds, rescuing a person... Vikram. The real Vikram — no one had witnessed him here except Bharath.



His head turned slowly, 
Toward the leaving Vikram, Mirnaa, and Priya.


A light smirk formed on Vikram’s face —   so quick, that no one noticed.

[heygiwriter]

Man your writing script is addicted to me like a drug

Too good man

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 51 – The Thrill of the Hunt


Vikram, Mirnaa and Priya walked out of the security officer station in heavy silence. 
The sun was already high, pressing down on them with midday heat. 

As soon as they came out, Priya, Vikram and Mirnaa got into chat mode discussing what needs to be done with the hospital for their no-care attitude on last day’s incident. They worried about nurse safety. The chatter was going on.

Meanwhile, Bharath came out of the station.

Rishi, who was waiting inside his Thar jeep, waved at him like all fine.

Bharath came and sat inside.
He was seeing Vikram and Mirnaa through his jeep mirror. He suddenly punched hard on the steering wheel.

“Shit… I didn’t know she was his wife.”

Rishi laughed. “He looked like not a big deal. What’s tough for you to get his wife?”

Bharath’s eyes stayed fixed on Vikram who was chattering outside the station, through his mirror. 
“He may look simple, but I know who he is.”
Rishi raised an eyebrow. “Who is he?”

“I mean I could not exactly say who he is… but I know he is very close confidant of Sekaran.”

Rishi frowned. “Who is Sekaran?”

Bharath exhaled, voice low. “He was once a powerful person. Ran a big network. Suddenly he stopped and shifted to USA with his daughter. Vikram worked with him as close confidant.”

Rishi mocked lightly. “Just a henchman.”

Bharath shook his head. “No. He is quite powerful. 
I have seen him taking on a big crowd single-handedly, fighting with his fists, exactly when he was with so many wounds.
 I saw him with my own eyes. Now he is a businessman, behaving like a proper good man.”

“That inspector and big shot spitting so much on his wife, but he didn’t show any anger. 
He looks a very different person for me, very strange… I have seen how strong he is.”

Rishi asked, “So you are telling you can’t offend him?”
Bharath smiled thinly. “Nah… it’s not that. 
It would become a little more tough. 
Given he has strengths, and he is friend with Krish who is trying to work with me, and I’m sort of moving towards Aadharsh.”

Rishi blinked. “Who is Aadharsh? I cannot process it. Tell me fully.”

Bharath leaned back, eyes still on the mirror.

“Aadharsh is enemy of Krish. Krish is Sekaran’s associate. Vikram is friend of Krish and closely worked with Sekaran.”
Rishi pieced it together. “So Aadharsh and Sekaran are enemies?”

Bharath laughed — a short, dark sound. “Looks like… but they are father and son.”
Rishi shouted, “What?!”

Bharath laughed out. “Okay okay relax. Let me tell the full story in short.”

“Sekaran owns a big empire in the dark network. He had been the king for almost 3 decades. His son Aadharsh faked like he is uninterested in his father’s dark business. 

Sekaran, though owning a big empire, they won’t do certain businesses which reap multiple money — 3x, 5x times due to their policies and humanitarian grounds. 

With new players coming in, Sekaran seemed to lose the empire. But suddenly his empire got stronger. His network link amazed his enemies. That is when Aadharsh’s real face came. 

He orchestrated an attack on his father — a small one, as a threat. He didn’t reveal himself yet, but just to scare him. 

Sekaran realised his own son turning this way. He felt bad and decided to side himself instead of fighting with Aadharsh. He moved to USA.

Vikram worked exactly the time Sekaran was about to take a fall and got his empire double strong — and when Aadharsh showed his real face. Aadharsh actually did an alliance with Sekaran’s enemies and formed an alliance to beat Sekaran out of the field, but he himself moved out. 

Even though Aadharsh could not crack the business like Sekaran did. His formula, his secret men, his secret network is still a far cry for Aadharsh. So he is trying to use me as one source. I recently heard Sekaran was kidnapped. Could be Aadharsh doing. Krish is now trying to initiate a call. So this is short. Anyone from Sekaran gang cannot be taken seriously.”


Rishi listened, stunned. “What a messy Aadharsh family is. Okay… so you are stepping back from this Mirnaa?”
Bharath smiled — slow, dangerous.
“No.”

Rishi asked, “What?”
“Now I got a new thrill. Bedding a wife whose husband is a bit dangerous… maybe.”
He winked.




Near Vikram's Sedan

Priya typing some message and looking at her watch.
 “It’s already too late. I didn’t go to my house as well. My husband will be worried. I will visit in the evening.”

Mirnaa noticed — when Priya said she was “calling home,” 
she dialled her lover’s number, not her husband’s. Their eyes met for a brief second. 
A knowing smile passed between them — small, secret, woman-to-woman.

Vikram turned to Priya with genuine gratitude. “Thank you for helping them by staying overnight.”

Priya smiled softly. “Anything for Mirnaa.”
She left, heading toward her car.

Vikram opened the sedan door for Mirnaa. 
She slid inside, still shaken but calmer now. 

Before she sat fully, she glanced back — toward the Thar jeep parked across the road.

Bharath was watching from the driver’s seat, eyes locked on her.
She didn’t know why, but a strange shiver ran through her — part unease, part something she couldn’t name.

He looked into the mirror. Mirnaa was getting into Vikram’s sedan. Before she sat, she gave one last look at his Thar.

Bharath spoke to the mirror, voice low and hungry.

“Mirnaa… wait for me. We will have the best time in your bed.
Before that, let me dig deep on your husband. He must have lied a lot. I can sense it.”

He started the engine.


The Thar pulled away — slow, deliberate, like a predator circling.

Vikram drove in silence for a while, one hand on the wheel, the other holding Mirnaa’s.

Mirnaa asked, “Should I continue to work? After all this issue and the big-shot threatening me?”

Vikram said, “Absolutely this is the time you should work. Make sure no pressure can stop you from doing what you like.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you for standing for me,” she whispered. “I was so scared.”
Vikram kissed her hair. “I’ll always stand for you. Support you and be a part of your dreams.”

But inside, his mind was racing.
Bharath knew him.

What if sometimes Bharath reveals the truth to Mirnaa?
I cannot risk Mirnaa knowing the truth about me. I should race ahead and get him on my side.
An unease also came to him. How did the monster was him? Bharath. Strange.

Why is his presence constant around Mirnaa? Is that coincidence or planned?

Before getting him on my side, I need to dig deeper on him. Need a catch that shuts his mouth.

Meanwhile, Bharath too decided to dig deep on Vikram.
Both have different goals now but centred around one person — Mirnaa.

Vikram wanted to make sure if Bharath’s presence around Mirnaa is coincidental.
Bharath wanted to dig deep so that he can get something that shuts Vikram’s mouth and that will give him access to Mirnaa.


The game had changed.
And Vikram wasn’t sure who was hunting whom anymore.