Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

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He distracted Vikram cleverly and he put his head on her breast right before her husband.. how are you able to think like this

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Chapter 73 – Bharath's Calculated trap set for Vikram


The morning came back soft and golden, sunlight filtering through the balcony curtains, painting long stripes across the bedroom floor.

Vikram woke slowly — the bed still warm from Mirnaa’s side. He reached instinctively, but she was already gone. The sound of running water came from the bathroom — she was bathing again.

He sat up, ribs stiff but healing. His phone buzzed on the nightstand — Krish had sent a batch of papers to review: Dubai logistics, stock manifests, new partner contracts. Vikram glanced at them briefly, then set the phone aside.
He walked to the balcony.
The Thar was gone.

Vikram’s brow furrowed. He had expected Bharath to be here — hungover, sobbing, broken after last night’s performance. Instead, the driveway was empty.
He left early again.
Surprise flickered — then unease. What is he up to?

His phone rang.
Krish.


Vikram answered.

Krish’s voice was tight with excitement. “Aadharsh took a big blow. One of his consignments got damaged — products spoiled. He’s panicking. The second-largest customer of Sekaran Anna’s old network was the party. They’re furious. Fingers are pointing at Aadharsh’s warehouse.”
Vikram’s grip tightened on the phone.

He had specifically told Bharath to wait — play the sabotage only after the Dubai trip. Why now?

“I wanted Bharath to time this after I return from Dubai,” Vikram said, voice low. “Why is he doing this now?”
Krish laughed. “He’s good, Vikram. Maybe too good. But it worked. The customer is already talking to us.”
Vikram ended the call.
He waited.

Mirnaa came out after her bath — fresh, glowing, wrapped in a towel. She started cooking breakfast — masala dosa, chutney, sambar — the smell filling the house.
Vikram watched her from the doorway.

She seemed quieter than usual — eyes distant, mind elsewhere.
At 8:00 a.m., the Thar sound came in.
Bharath stepped inside.

He went straight to Mirnaa in the kitchen.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

Mirnaa froze — spatula in hand. He had never spoken to her directly in the house before. All conversations had been confined to the Thar.
Bharath continued — voice low, sincere.

“Last night… I was drunk. I don’t remember anything. If I caused any trouble to either of you… I’m sorry.”
Mirnaa’s eyes softened. “It’s okay, Bharath. You were… hurting.”

Bharath turned to Vikram, who had stepped into the kitchen.
“Sorry to you too, Vikram.”

Vikram nodded once — face unreadable. “That’s okay. We understand. Just have breakfast and drop her at the hospital.”
Bharath nodded.
Breakfast was quiet.


After, Bharath and Mirnaa left in the Thar.


On the way to the hospital, Mirnaa broke the silence.
“What happened yesterday?”

Bharath kept his eyes on the road. “Nothing.”
A tear slipped down his cheek — slow, deliberate.
Mirnaa saw it.

Her hand moved — unexpected, instinctive — reached across the console and wiped it away.
Bharath glanced at her — eyes watery.

“Thanks,” he whispered. “And sorry… if I caused you trouble last night.”
Mirnaa shook her head. “Nothing like that.”
She paused.

“If you want to open up… please share with me.”
Bharath looked at her for a long moment — eyes glistening.
“I wanted to… but…”

Mirnaa intervened gently. “Share your pain with us. Don’t ever touch that bottle again.”
Bharath smiled — small, sad, watery.
“Thanks.”


He subtly palmed the small glycerin vial in his pocket before she could see it.


Back at the house, Bharath returned after dropping Mirna.
Vikram was waiting in the hall.
“What happened?” Vikram asked.
Bharath exhaled — tired, broken.
“My fault. We should forget those 12 hours.”
Vikram’s face stayed unreadable.

Bharath continued — voice soft, defeated.
“Don’t worry. At this state… I’m not ready to think anything. My emotions need healing — not the body. Even if you send her to me… I’m not ready to do anything. Anything with respect to Mirnaa… let’s give it time. You are a lucky fellow.”
He paused.

“Look how things are delaying.”
Vikram released a breath — something eased in him.

But he had something inside him troubling, why did he sabotage Aadahrsh consignment now? What if he smells


He  asked: “How did Aadharsh’s consignment end up damaged? I asked you to do it only after I return from Dubai.”
Bharath shrugged — casual.

“It’s natural. His warehouse has too many rats. They used to leave food there. Last week Aadharsh himself was eating a creamy cake. I warned him not to have these here. One cake fell down. I said it fell inside a carton box. He dismissed it — just a box. That’s when the idea popped. I put a small piece exactly into the carton box. Rats smelled it. They bit the product. Today when it reached the customer… Aadharsh’s name is damaged. Morning I went to inspect with experts. All fingers pointed at Aadharsh. He accepted with no choice.”

Vikram stared at him.
Then patted his shoulder. “What a clever man you are.”
He asked: “What do you want? Tell me. I can give you.”
Bharath looked at him — eyes tired, sincere.


“I need Mirnaa. Not for sex. I need to vent out my emotional outburst.
 Can you… send her to me? Tonight? 20 mins, i will vent out.. Do something and ask her to hug me. That could do.”


Vikram felt something deep down — touched, almost moved.
He had wanted to really help Bharath. A
And what Bharath had done — the consignment sabotage — looked completely natural. No suspicion. No trace.

Vikram said: “Okay.”

He could not suspect Bharath’s move.
He was very much into the trap.

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Chapter 74 – Mirna enters into Bharaths Room.

The house was quiet after dinner — only the soft hum of the pool pump outside and the distant roll of waves.
Mirnaa had slipped into her lavender nighty — the one that always made her feel soft, feminine. She came to bed, crawled in, and after a moment placed her head on Vikram’s chest. Her fingers traced slow circles on his skin — the familiar ritual.

But tonight, her touch was distracted. Her breathing uneven.
Vikram felt it.

Vikram had spent the day turning the situation over in his mind. Bharath’s “drunken” breakdown last night had shaken him more than he admitted. The hug. The tears. He needed.  Mirna , thinking about Bharath’s pain.

Vikram didn’t know how deep Bharath’s play had already gone.
He didn’t know Mirna's walls were already cracking.
He is already orchestrating what Bharath wanted.. now Vikram is pushing her— carefully.

“Did you speak something to Bharath today?” he asked gently.
Mirnaa looked up at him. “Yeah… something. While going to the hospital. He didn’t say anything… but tears came out of him. I couldn’t say anything. I don’t know what to do. Looks like his pain is something else.”
Vikram nodded slowly.

“He needs someone to speak openly, share his issues. If he keeps it to himself, it will burden him more.”
Mirnaa sighed. “That’s what I thought too. Maybe he should open up to me.”
Vikram’s hand stilled on her hair.

“He may be needing one… but he’s hesitant to take the call.”
A pause.
Then — carefully — he said:

“Mirnaa… why don’t you go to him? Stay at his place for a few minutes. Hear his story. Give him some moral support.”
Mirnaa lifted her head. “Now?”

Vikram nodded. “Then when? Morning he goes for work early. Coming only at breakfast. Evening we’re all held up in chores. Now is the right time. Your travel time won’t be good enough. He may have a lot to share.”
Mirnaa bit her lip. “Okay…”
But she hesitated.

“Sometimes I get stuck. I don’t have words to comfort one.”
Vikram saw the opening.
He inserted it gently.

“Sometimes words are really not necessary. Just… hug him.”
Mirnaa’s eyes widened — not shocked, but hesitant.
Vikram pushed — soft, reassuring.

“It’s perfectly alright. Imagine Priya in his place. Won’t you hug her and pat her?”
Mirnaa swallowed. “Same…”
Vikram continued.

“I can do the hug too but… that won’t be warm like one from a woman. It’s like a heal. Imagine he was sobbing — you hug him. He gets relief. You kiss him on forehead. He will melt. He would relax.”
Mirnaa’s cheeks flushed. “I can hug… but kiss…”

Vikram smiled gently.
“Won’t you kiss Priya? Won’t you kiss an elderly person, a child? Treat him like a patient. More than that… I feel you could be the medicine. Don’t restrict.”

Mirnaa swallowed hard.

“I wanted to but… kind of fear incoming. Can you come with me?”
Vikram shook his head.

“I need to give him privacy time with you and him. If I’m with him he won’t say anything. With you he can be himself — vent out his anger, his disappointment.”
Mirnaa looked down.

“I don’t think I can…”
Vikram reached for the AirPods on the nightstand.

“Wear these. I’ll be on call with you. I can hear him. I’ll instruct what to do. You need not say or ask anything to me — just do what I say. In first place I’ll leave you as it is. But when you get stuck with no words — just give a cough. I’ll guide. One more cough — I’ll stop.”
Mirnaa stared at the AirPods.

Then — slowly — she nodded.
“Okay.”

Vikram quickly called her phone — connected the AirPods. He didnt give her time to think
“I’m on the line. Go now.”

Mirnaa took one AirPod, placed it in her left ear.
She departed the room.

Vikram watched her descend the stairs from the bedroom doorway.


He fired a quick text to Bharath:

She’s coming. Vent out. Get relaxed. We are with you.
Downstairs, Bharath sank into sober thought.
Stage set.


Mirnaa stepped into the downstairs guest bedroom — wide bed shadowed, lights low. Bharath slumped on the edge, head in hands.
“Bharath?” she whispered, crossing to him.
He looked up — eyes red-rimmed (glycerin still fresh), voice hoarse.
“What are you doing here?”
Mirnaa stepped closer.


“I thought… I should speak with you.”
Bharath’s eyes softened.

he looked at her for few minutes then said
“Come in.”


The door shut with a soft creek.
Vikram — listening through the AirPods — felt a strange jolt.
He was shaken.

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Chapter 75 – The First Hot Hug 

The bedroom was bathed in the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp. Mirnaa sat near the edge of the bed — lavender nighty slipping slightly off one shoulder, the thin cotton clinging to the gentle swell of her breasts with every slow breath. She had just come from Vikram’s room, AirPod discreetly in her left ear, heart beating too fast.

She looked at Bharath — slumped on the edge of the guest bed, head bowed, shoulders heavy with the weight he carried (or pretended to carry).

“Bharath,” she whispered.

He looked up — eyes red-rimmed, glycerin tears still glistening on his lashes.
Mirnaa patted the bed beside her.
“Sit here.”

Bharath moved slowly — deliberate, broken — and sat near her. 
Close enough that their thighs almost touched. 
The mattress dipped under his weight.

Mirnaa swallowed. Her voice was soft, trembling slightly.

“Bharath… we have been friends even for a few days. I know how good you are. Whatever bothers you — share it with us. If you feel me as a friend… then tell me. I will hear.”

Vikram’s voice came through the AirPod — calm, guiding.

“Well done, Mirnaa. Continue.”

Bharath looked at her — long, wounded gaze.
He started — voice low, cracking at the edges.

“I have been like this… ever since my family betrayed me. I consoled myself. I never allowed anyone near me.”
He paused — throat working.

“I had my kid. Though I’m not the biological father… I took care more than anyone. Whenever I’m down… I play with her. I hug her. That relaxes me.”

His voice dropped to a whisper.
“After they took her away from me…”

He choked — a crafted collapse — shoulders shaking, head dropping forward.
“Who’s there for me?”

Mirnaa’s heart clenched. She felt really bad — no words came at first.

Vikram’s voice — quiet in her ear:

“Pat his shoulder.”

Mirnaa hesitated — then slowly reached out. Her palm rested on his shoulder — warm, tentative. She patted gently.
“Mmm…” she murmured — just enough for Vikram to hear.

Vikram: “Take his hand. Tell him we are with you.”

Mirnaa slid her hand down — fingers brushing his — then took his hand in hers. She squeezed lightly.
“Just now I said, right? We are friends. We are with you.”
She looked at him — eyes soft, earnest.
“Why don’t you consider me…?”
She paused.

“See… I’m all ears. Tell me. Vent out your sorrows.”
Bharath looked at her — eyes watery (fresh glycerin drop timed perfectly).
He swallowed — visibly.
“I will,” he said.

He began — slow, broken.
“All started seven years back. 
I was deeply in love with Manya. Her father worked below my father. My father has a big empire running.”
Mirnaa listened — breath shallow.
“One day they got to know I was in love with her. They strategically split her from me. They didn’t stop there — they took her and made her father marry her off to someone from my father’s company.”
His voice cracked.

“I was broken. They didn’t leave me. They married me to someone richer. But she was already in love with someone… had a baby when she married me. I didn’t know. Months later I found out she was pregnant. I didn’t consummate my marriage with her because of Manya… I needed space. But this was outright insult.”

He paused — eyes distant.
“But ever since the kid was born… I happily took the role of father. The woman I married started liking me… but I was in no mood. The colleague started an affair with her. I saw them together. But they pinned it on me and the colleague’s wife. With betrayal I fought. I proved I was clean. But to revenge me… they took the kid.”

Mirnaa’s eyes filled — tears brimming.
Bharath continued — voice dropping.

“I escaped the issue… decided to start fresh. But soon another trouble loomed. When Manya’s husband got into accident — as it happened inside the company — she started believing I orchestrated it due to jealousy.”
He looked at Mirnaa — eyes pleading.

“Mirnaa… tell me… what will you do when your loved one says you did something… when you actually never did it?”

Mirnaa’s tears spilled over. She realized — there was so much common between Vikram and Bharath. Both betrayed. Both misunderstood. Both carrying invisible wounds.

What Mirna doesnt know is this is Bhrath's calculated game to make a similarities.

She softened completely.
Bharath had pulled another drop of glycerin when she looked away.
He whispered — voice breaking.

“And today… today… she called me a sex maniac.”
The tear dropped — heavy, slow.

Mirnaa gasped softly. “Acho… why are you crying, Bharath? It’s okay… it’s done. We know you.”

Vikram’s voice — calm, commanding:

“Hug him, Mirnaa.”

Mirnaa hesitated — only for a heartbeat.



Mirnaa wrapped her arms around his shoulders — warm, enveloping, her palms pressing flat against the back of his shirt. The lavender nighty rode up slightly as she leaned in, the thin cotton sliding against her thighs. She held him like she was cradling something fragile, something that might break if she let go too soon.


Bharath let himself sink into her.

His chin came to rest on the soft curve of her neck — the exact spot where her pulse fluttered beneath warm skin. He inhaled slowly, deliberately, drawing in the faint scent of her jasmine shampoo mixed with the clean, feminine warmth of her body. 

His arms slid around her waist — not tight, not possessive yet — just enough to feel the gentle dip above her hips, the subtle give of her flesh under his palms.

He pulled her closer — fraction by fraction — until the soft, heavy press of her breasts flattened against his chest. Through the thin fabric of her nighty, he could feel everything: the slight bounce as she breathed, the pebbled tips of her nipples hardening against him (whether from nerves or the sudden closeness, he didn’t care). The heat of her body seeped into his shirt, branding him.

Mirnaa didn’t notice.

She was lost in his story — in the pain he painted, in the tears still sliding down his cheeks (fresh glycerin drop timed perfectly). Her own eyes were wet, her breathing uneven with sympathy. She tightened her hold — one hand sliding up to cradle the back of his head, fingers threading gently through his hair. The other arm stayed locked around his shoulders, unconsciously pressing her chest even more firmly against him.

Bharath’s hands began to move — slow, almost imperceptible.

His right palm drifted lower — tracing the small of her back, following the natural inward curve just above her tailbone. His fingers splayed wide — warm, possessive — feeling the delicate ridge of her spine through the nighty. Then — bolder — his thumb brushed the side swell of her breast, a feather-light graze disguised as comfort.

Mirnaa didn’t flinch.
She was too deep in his words, in the choked “why no one sees the good in me,” in the sob that shook his shoulders against her. Her own sob hitched in response — soft, muffled against his neck.

Bharath’s left hand mirrored the movement — sliding up her side, stopping just under her armpit. His thumb circled once — slow, deliberate — brushing the underside curve of her breast. The nighty fabric was so thin he could feel the heat of her skin, the slight tremor as her nipple tightened further from the contact.

He closed his eyes — ecstasy flickering behind the glycerin tears.

Memories flooded back — the hospital room, months ago, her body falling forward during that accidental moment, her breast pressing full and warm against his face for those five endless seconds. The memory was vivid: the softness, the weight, the faint floral scent of her skin. Now it was happening again — slower, deliberate, under the guise of comfort.

His cock stirred — thickening against the inside of his thigh — but he kept his hips angled away. Control. Always control.

They remained still — her holding him, his head against her neck, her scent filling his lungs. His hands stayed where they were — one splayed on her lower back, the other resting just under the swell of her breast — thumbs making the tiniest, slowest circles.

Vikram — listening through the AirPod — heard only soft breathing, the rustle of fabric, the faint hitch of Mirnaa’s sob.
He didn’t know how close they were.
He didn’t know Bharath’s palms were mapping her body.
He didn’t know Bharath was smiling — slow, victorious — against her skin.

The hug lasted longer than either of them expected.
And Bharath drank in every second.

The stage was set.
And the performance was only beginning.

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Mirnaa realized his hands were roaming — slow, gentle circles on her lower back, then drifting lower, tracing the curve of her spine. She thought — maybe for comfort — and let it happen. She didn’t pull away.


But as the hug deepened, her breasts slowly withdrew from full contact with his chest — just enough to create a sliver of space between them.
Bharath felt the unease kick in her — the subtle shift, the slight tension in her shoulders.

He decided not to let the momentum drop.

Suddenly — he screamed — a raw, broken sound that tore from his throat.
Mirnaa panicked.

She pulled his head into her embrace — arms tightening, her body pressing fully against him again. 
Her breasts crushed against his chest once more — soft, warm, yielding. Her heartbeat hammered against his ribs.


Vikram — listening through the AirPod — heard only the sudden cry, the rustle of fabric, Mirnaa’s sharp intake of breath.

He didn’t know what was happening.

He only heard the sounds.

Vikram’s voice came through — urgent, low.

“Mirnaa… kiss him. He will surrender.”

Mirnaa froze — stunned. She coughed once — sharp, instinctive.

Vikram repeated — firm.

“I said kiss. He will surrender.”

He continued — guiding.

“First on forehead. Then cheek. Chin. Like that his emotions will get controlled in any one of it. Control his emotions.”

Bharath’s breath came heavy — ragged, uncontrollable rage (staged perfectly). His body shook against hers.

Mirnaa left her fear behind.

She leaned in — trembling — and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
Nothing.
He turned his head — avoiding, still sobbing.
She kissed his cheek — soft, lingering.
Nothing.
His pulse hardened — thundering against her palm.
Then — chin.
Nothing.

Vikram’s voice came again — insistent.

“Did you kiss or not? Kiss him and tell it’s to comfort him.”

Mirnaa exhaled long — shaky.

She finally said — barely audible:

“Mmm…”

She leaned in — and patted a kiss on his lips. Brief. Tender.
Bharath’s hands moved fast.
He caught her face — fingers firm on her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip.
His eyes opened — dark, hungry.

“No,” he whispered.

“This is wrong… but I know it’s comfort.” Mirnaa’s breath hitched.

Before she could speak — he leaned in and sucked her mouth into his.

The kiss was deep — sudden, consuming. His tongue pushed past her lips — tasting her, claiming her. He sucked slow — deliberate — pulling her lower lip between his teeth, then releasing it with a wet pop. His hands slid to the back of her head — fingers threading through her hair — tilting her face so he could go deeper.

Mirnaa was shocked — surprised — but something inside her whispered: This is where he surrendered. Let it be.

She closed her eyes.
Her hands — still on his shoulders — tightened. She kissed back — hesitant at first, 
then deeper — tongues sliding, breaths mingling, soft moans swallowed between them.

Vikram — listening through the AirPod — heard wet sounds — smooching, soft sucking, faint gasps.

He thought it was just a comforting peck.

He didn’t realize it was lip-to-lip — deep, hungry, tongues entwining.

They parted — slowly.

Bharath’s voice was hoarse.
“Thanks… for the comfort.”

Mirnaa was terrorized — stunned. She wasn’t sure what she had just done. 
Right or wrong? Her lips tingled. Her body felt hot — flushed — guilty.
Yet she felt good — for helping him.

They sat looking at each other for a few minutes — breathing heavy, eyes locked.
Bharath then said — calculatedly — voice soft:
“It’s enough. Vikram will be waiting. Please go.”
Mirnaa nodded — dazed.

Vikram — upstairs — smiled. He decided to cut the call. He delved deep into business issues on his mobile — satisfied.

Bharath stood — pacing the room, wiping his face (glycerin gone).
He turned back — calling for one more hug.
Mirnaa stepped in.

His arms wrapped tight — promising, possessive.
“I won’t look back,” he whispered against her ear. “If this is what you want… you had it with your comfort.”
Her smile bloomed — warm, relieved.

He caught her face again.
“I’ve got someone to lean on,” he said — and pressed his lips to hers.

This kiss was longer — hungrier than before.
Five minutes. Deep. Tongue-to-tongue. Sucking slow. Wet sounds filled the room — saliva sliding, lips smacking softly, tongues licking, exploring. He tilted her head back — deepening it — one hand sliding to the nape of her neck, the other resting just under the swell of her breast — thumb brushing the side curve again.

Glad Vikram didn’t hear it.

Mirnaa lost herself — thoughts swirling — until he broke it — soft.
“Thanks.”

She was stunned — what happened all of a sudden? Did she cross a thin line she didn’t know?
She moved to leave.

But he caught her hand.
“I won’t cross limits — let’s be good friends. When I need comfort… I’ll tell you. Thanks for all.”
She could not react.

She left.

Upstairs, Vikram was deeply involved in his mobile — reviewing Dubai papers.
Mirnaa came in silently.

She wanted to speak about it — the kisses, the heat, the guilt.
But he was busy.

She slipped under the covers — back to him — and slept waiting for Vikram.
Her lips still tingled.

And somewhere deep — she was unsure about telling this to vikram or hide it.

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So Mirna is not so Innocent as we thought she is . She fell too easily and too soon .

BHARATH won FAIR AND SQUARE .

Chomu VIKRAM already lost , and He will lose his business too .

It is good , BHARATH and Mirna will Get married and Vikram should focus on his under world business .

Great build up and great pay off . There is more action to come , but I think the plot of VIKRAM , Mirna and Bharath storyline is clear now .


BHARATH defeated and CUCKED VIKRAM , In his own game and In his own house . hahahaha VIKRAM kind of deserves it , He cheated on her and But She cheated on him too .

Also I forget VIKRAM is kind of CUCK , So It is good , Maybe He turned into CUCK in future .

This is getting too good .

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So Mirna is not so Innocent as we thought she  is . She fell too easily and too soon .

BHARATH won FAIR AND SQUARE .

Chomu VIKRAM already lost , and He will lose his business too .

It is good ,  BHARATH and Mirna will Get married and Vikram should focus on his under world  business .

Great build up and great pay off . There is more action to come , but I think the plot of VIKRAM , Mirna and Bharath storyline is clear now  .


BHARATH defeated  and CUCKED VIKRAM , In his own game and In his own house  . hahahaha VIKRAM kind of deserves it , He cheated on her and But She cheated on him too .

Also I forget VIKRAM is kind of CUCK , So It is good , Maybe He turned into CUCK in future .

This is getting too good .

Still Manya has to come. 
Business empire they wanted to build for sekaran is in middle
Vikram is yet to be revealed as secret shadow
Mirna never knows the dark side of Virkam 
and many more pending. 
I dont know when i will get time to write all this. 
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