Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[Muralimm]

So many things can happens in that one week

I am eagerly waiting

[Hotgiri]

Sir pls add images n gif not video

[heygiwriter]

AI GENERATED Bharath Kissing Mirna In car 

 

[Hotgiri]

The ai generated gif is not opening, pls add images instead gif like I did in husband doubt story between Rohan n Nivi

[heygiwriter]

The ai generated gif is not opening, pls add images instead gif like I did in husband doubt story between Rohan n Nivi

Oka y

[Hotgiri]

Oka y

Thank you expecting hot n steamy session between Bharat n Mirna in 7 days, please make the session I details with moaning n all

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Chapter 83 – The Day Arrived

The day arrived — crisp, early morning, sky still dark at 5 AM.
Vikram woke first — alarm buzzing softly. He had a flight at 7 AM.

He slipped out of bed quietly. Mirnaa was still asleep — curled on her side, breathing slow and even, nighty twisted around her thighs. He watched her for a moment — chest tight — then leaned down and kissed her forehead — soft, lingering.
She stirred slightly — eyes fluttering — but didn’t wake.

Downstairs — Krish was already waiting in the parking area, car idling, headlights cutting through the pre-dawn gloom.
Krish noticed Bharath’s Thar parked nearby — didn’t think much of it. Just another morning.

Vikram came out — suitcase in hand, face set.
He kissed Mirnaa one more time — deeper on the forehead this time.

“I hope you stay protected here,” he whispered.
He took a deep breath — stepped out.

Mirnaa woke in disturbance — sheets rustling.
“You leaving now?”
Vikram nodded — voice low.
“Yes. Flight at 7.”

She rose — sleepy, vulnerable — and went to him. Wrapped her arms around his waist. Hugged him tight.
“Sorry,” she murmured — not knowing why she said it.
But she did.
Vikram kissed her forehead again — long, possessive.
“I need to say that.”

He gently made her lie back down — tucked the blanket around her — and left.
Bharath was already in the living room — Mobile in hand, calm, waiting.

Vikram paused — surprised.
“Not slept?”
Bharath shrugged — easy smile.

“Cop instinct. Your shower sound woke me up.”
He looked around — then met Vikram’s eyes.
“Bharath… I trust. But still — don’t cross the limit. She is innocent and naive. Keep every rule in mind.”
Bharath stepped forward — hugged him — brief, brotherly.
“I will treasure her.”
He pulled back — voice low.

“I will report every move of Aadharsh. My men will help me. Meanwhile… I planned to take Mirnaa to Goa. We are going by flight. She doesn’t know — surprise. First we will take her to Bangalore — stay there tonight. Tomorrow morning from there to Goa. We will explore all cities.”

He smiled — warm, reassuring.
Vikram nodded — throat tight.
“Take care of her.”

They departed — Vikram and Krish in the car, engine roaring away into the dark.
Bharath watched them go — then turned back inside.

He quietly stepped into Vikram’s room — the door barely creaking, the hallway light behind him casting a long, thin shadow across the floor.

Mirnaa was sleeping peacefully.

The sheets had slipped low during the night — tangled around her hips, the lavender nighty riding up her thighs, one leg bent slightly, the other stretched straight. Her bra straps — thin, black lace — were fully visible now, one fallen off her shoulder, the other taut against the soft swell of her breasts. Each slow breath lifted them gently — the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the heavy, full curves beneath. Her hair fanned across the pillow like dark silk, lips parted slightly, cheeks still flushed from sleep.

Bharath stood at the foot of the bed — eyes scanning her full body.
He took his time.

From her bare feet — toes curled slightly — up the smooth calves, the gentle curve of her thighs where the nighty had bunched, the dip of her waist, the rise of her breasts straining against the lace, the delicate line of her collarbone, the soft hollow of her throat, the peaceful expression on her face.

Her bra straps were not just visible — they were asking him to come tear them and release her from the heavy balls.
He whispered to himself — low, hungry.

“Can’t wait to enjoy inch by inch.”
He moved closer — silent.

Then — slowly — he lowered himself onto the bed beside her.
The mattress dipped under his weight. She didn’t stir.

He lay on his side — facing her — close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her skin, the faint floral scent of her shampoo mixing with the clean smell of sleep. His eyes traced her again — closer this time. The way her chest rose and fell. The slight part of her lips. The way one strap had slipped further — exposing more of the upper swell of her breast.

He reached into his pocket — pulled out his phone.
He angled it carefully — arm extended just enough.
The screen lit his face in a soft blue glow.

He took a selfie — them together on the bed.

Her sleeping peacefully — innocent, vulnerable, nighty askew.

Him — eyes dark, lips curved in a private smile, gaze fixed on her like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.
The photo was very erotic — intimate, forbidden. Her body half-exposed, his presence looming, possessive, hungry. The contrast between her purity and his intent was stark — almost obscene in its quiet power.

He stared at the image for a long second — thumb hovering over the screen.
Then — he saved it.
Locked the phone.

Slipped it back into his pocket.
He stayed there — lying beside her — for a few more minutes.
Watching her breathe.

Listening to the soft rhythm of her chest.
Imagining the week ahead — the hotel rooms, the nights, the moment she would finally break under him.
Then — silently — he rose.
The mattress shifted.

She sighed in her sleep — turned slightly — but didn’t wake.
Bharath stood — eyes lingering on her one last time.
He left the room — door closing with the faintest click.

Downstairs — he poured himself hot water.
Smiled into the cup.
The game had truly begun.



At 7 AM — Mirnaa woke.
She realized Vikram had already gone.
She saw the hot flask with coffee on the dressing table.

She bathed — drank the coffee. It tasted different — not one like Vikram or she would make. Might be Bharath?
She found a note on the desk — Vikram’s handwriting.

Darling — 7 days is yours. Enjoy your fullest but with caution. Be free. Do not call me — just enjoy. Even if you call, I won’t take. If there is an emergency — drop me a WhatsApp message. If you want to feel connected — just send a daily photo of yours. I will understand the progress. I will communicate when I feel too.

For some reason — she felt sad.
And thrilled — at the same time.
She came down.

Called — “Bharath?”
He came out — fresh shirt, jeans, smile easy.

“As soon as your husband gone out — you are calling my name boldly, huh?”
She smiled — shy.

“Did you prepare the coffee?”
He nodded.

“I came — placed it on your dressing table. Enjoyed seeing your sleeping beauty… and came back. Didn’t want to disturb — so came.”

Mirnaa realized her dress had been odd — bra revealing. Vikram was not here — yet Bharath stayed calm. Didn’t do anything that harmed her.

Her respect for him increased — unknowing what he had in store.

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Bharath's went to her bed after Vikram left and took a selfie

[Hotgiri]

AI Generated

Bharath's went to her bed after Vikram left and took a selfie

Sir pls post images, these gif r not Opening

[heygiwriter]

Sir pls post images, these gif r not Opening

This is just photo as you said gif are not opening

[Hotgiri]

This is just photo as you said gif are not opening

Please post pics in between story while Mirna n Bharat get intimate like your last story instead of adding only pics at end of each chapter

It’s a request  to you

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 85 – The First Day of the Date: Lies Built Layer by Layer


“Did you prepare the coffee?”
He nodded.

“I came — placed it on your dressing table. Enjoyed seeing your sleeping beauty… and came back. Didn’t want to disturb — so came.”
Mirnaa realized her dress had been odd last night — bra revealing. Vikram was not here — yet Bharath stayed calm. Didn’t do anything that harmed her.

Her respect for him increased — unknowing what he had in store.
Bharath stepped closer.

“Pack your things. We’re going to Bangalore tonight — stay there. Tomorrow morning we are flying tooooo — surprise place.”
Mirnaa’s eyes widened.

“Flight?”

She had never taken a flight — even after all these years of being super rich. 
Vikram never took her.
She was excited.
Thrilled.

She packed quickly — small bag, simple clothes.
Bharath watched — eyes dark with anticipation.

They started in the Thar — engine purring.

Her face showed excitement — thrill. She suddenly felt shy — remembering last night’s kiss.
She decided to ask — openly.

“What was that word you said… ‘as much as I love you’? and how do you to agree on such thing like open date, what you two are upto”

Bharath turned to her side — smiled.

“Which one should I answer first?”
She immediately picked — “love.”

He held her hand — warm smile.

“You know… when you fought with people and voiced for my life and admitted me in hospital… I was blown away.
I couldn’t see your face… but I was in love with you without even seeing your face. 

I came all the way to your hospital just to propose you. 

After Manya’s breakup and marital issues… I hated women with all my heart. But your grace changed me and My thoughts on women.

I sincerely started loving you… but it all went down the moment I got to know you are married. Then at station when I noticed you are my friend’s wife — I hid my feelings. But out of love I decided to protect you and your love Vikram. 

The best thing in love — seeing your loved ones’ happiness. And I did that. 
My love is to see you happy — that’s why I went all my way to rescue Vikram.”

Her hand held his tighter.
He continued.

“I don’t want you to accept my love. But feel it.”
He looked at her face — she was pale.

He then said — voice low.

“You know what… that day in hospital when you tried to take the charger above my head — you raised above me. 
Your body pressed my face. Your breast harassing my face…”

Mirnaa removed her hand — shy.
“Bharath… what is this?”
He said — soft.

“I remember every single second. That’s the biggest comfort I got ever.”
“Bharath…” she said — voice trembling, uneasy.

He continued — gentle.
“Wait — I mean not sexually. Emotionally. I just want to put my face there and vent out my sorrow… that’s all. 

Mirna slowly looked at him..

After seeing you and Vikram… I hoped if not you, at least I would get someone to love anytime in future. And  when Manya decided to meet me. 
I thought all would go well. But it didn’t… 

It terrifified me i was like broken

thanks to you. You comforted me and I’m completely out of it. 


Now I’m dating you officially with your husband’s approval.”

Im already recovered, yea i may need some emotional backing from you, but still this date is more of making you open more to world and explore as much as , and i will prove my love to you.

He instantly kissed her cheek.

Mirna blushed.. 

Her hand got into his again.

After a pause — Bharath said:

Your second question..

“Coming to Vikram and me and our agreement… Vikram knows all these stories. He genuinely wanted to respect me — my love. He is not jealous or possessive. He saw this opportunity as a tool that will shed your shyness, discomfort — more modern. He was like — I’m super rich but my wife still not getting into that zone — from dressings to openness. So we made a deal on that. 

My self and Vikram on same page when it comes to you. Sometimes he feels you are less opened and didn’t explore much — wasting your youth. So he thought our date will be helpful to empower you — make you explore and you will get a chance to a lot many things — detach your shyness.”


Mirnaa was like — “I don’t get you…you are telling im not yet opened or explored, whats that”



That's complex, i cant open what all we discussed and feed your brain too much.. lets start something with very basics, let me ask you questions


Bharath then asked:
“Have you ever gone out for long road trips?”
She said no.

“Have you ever to beach wearing beach suits?”
She said no — people would be there.

Bharath said — “I mean private beaches. No people around. Just you and Vikram.”
She said no.

“Have you ever been to pubs or nightlife style of metro culture?”
She said no.

“Have you ever able to walk hand in hand with a man with small suits around beach or somewhere…”
She said no.


We will do all these, with “More privacy. Less worries.”
He could see the fear and thrill excitement in Mirnaa’s eyes.

He said:
“See — Vikram always worried that you don’t even wear some modern outfits. Look — what’s this chudidhar for Bangalore trip? The real reason I’m taking you there is not pub or something — going to get you some really good outfits. Then we will half there.”


Mirnaa looked shy, amused. Her face red like chili. All emotions together.

She asked:
“These much you two speak on me?”

He said:
“Yes. We even spoke a lot — I will unleash one by one.”

Bharath smiled — knowing Mirnaa buying all sort of lies.

Meanwhile — Vikram reached Noida. He and Krish were welcomed by their men there. The client received them at the hotel — and they went to discussion.

Aadharsh reached Noida — called Bharath in the morning (Exactly after he came down from Mirna room)

He said he is on a week leave with his girlfriend.

Aadharsh laughed.
“Partner — I won’t disturb you. Enjoy!!!”

At 3 PM — they reached Bangalore.

Bharath took her to a clothing store — exclusive for women.
He parked the car.

The moment she is out — his hands on her shoulder — wrapping like he was officially her boyfriend.
She looked at him for a moment — and allowed him.
He said — low, intimate.
“I love you, Mirnaa. I love you, darling.”
She smiled — small.
Walked along with him.

[Hotgiri]

Sir ji pls post images of Mirna wearing modern outfits kisses hug n sex pls

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 86 – The First Day of the Date: Shedding Shyness and Clothes



Inside the shop
He — turned to her with a warm smile.

“First stop. We’re getting you out of chudidhar and sarees for a bit.”

Mirnaa blinked — cheeks already pink.
“But… I’m comfortable in them.”

Bharath chuckled — gentle, teasing.

“That’s why we’re here. Vikram and I spoke about this. You’re young, beautiful — you deserve to explore. Just try. If you hate it — we leave. No pressure.”

Mirnaa hesitated — then nodded.



They entered an exclusive women’s store — minimalist, scented with sandalwood, racks of flowing fabrics and bold cuts.

Bharath guided her — calm, confident.

She gravitated toward kurtas and lehengas — familiar, safe.
Bharath stopped her — hand light on her wrist.

“Not this zone, something more but lets Start slow.”

He picked a simple maxi dress — soft cotton, ankle-length, sleeveless, deep neckline.
“Try this first.”



Mirnaa took it — disappeared into the trial room.

She emerged a minute later — shy, arms crossed over her chest.


Bharath’s eyes darkened — subtle hunger.
“Turn around.”
She did — slowly.

The dress hugged her waist, flared at the hips, the neckline dipping just enough to show the tops of her breasts.


He took out his phone.
“Photo?”


Mirnaa hesitated — then smiled small.
“Okay.”


He snapped a few — close, intimate.

Then — he picked a crop top and skirt set — high-waisted skirt, cropped blouse with thin straps.

Mirnaa’s eyes widened.
“This… is too much.”

Bharath stepped closer — voice low.
“Just try. For me.”



She went back in — hands shaking.

When she stepped out — the crop top ended just below her ribs, exposing a strip of smooth midriff. 

The skirt hugged her hips, ending mid-thigh.

Mirnaa wrapped her arms around herself — red-faced.



Bharath gave her a beach suit next — bikini-style top and bottom, light cover-up.

She shook her head.

“No… people are there. I never wore this, I can’t come out like this… and before you…”

Bharath smiled — gentle but firm.

“We are on a date. You are my lover, i need to see you in this.. Vikram and i agreed on this..  Remember we will wear in private space , no eyes, privacy.. and we need to. 

Just dress this and call me. If you worry about others, then I will come in and check. You need not come out.”

Mirnaa swallowed — then nodded.
Ten minutes later — she called softly.

Bharath stepped into the trial room with her — door half-closed.
“Relax.”

He stood behind her — hands gentle on her shoulders — bare skin under his palms. Only a bra strap between his fingers and her back.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered — breath warm on her neck.
Mirnaa’s heart hammered.

He leaned in — quick, soft lip kiss.
She gasped — but didn’t pull away.

He stepped back — smiling.
“Buy it.”

They purchased — maxi dress, crop top + skirt, beach suit, a few more modern pieces (off-shoulder tops, shorts, a beach cover-up).

Mirnaa was tired — legs aching from trying on clothes, mind swirling.

They sat on a bench in the mall — central atrium, people passing, soft music playing.
Bharath sat beside her — close.

He gently pushed her head onto his shoulder.
She smiled — small.

“Why?”
“Take rest.”

The comfort was new for her — Vikram never did this in public.

To make her more comfortable — he slid his arm around her back — grabbed her waist — pulled her in until her head rested fully on his chest, her body tucked against his side.

Mirnaa immediately realized — they were in public.
“Ayo — it’s public…”

Bharath pushed her head back gently — locking her against him.
“Let it be. Lesson to shed your inhibitions.”

She whispered — half-protest, half-surrender.
“Whatever…”

They went back to the shop again in the same mall — some more clothes for him. She picked a few colors for him — they joked. They laughed.

And this time — Bharath said:
“Let’s sit for a min.”

Just to test her — if she would sit and put her head on him.

This time — she willingly put her head on his shoulder — legs crossed, showing her cleavage line to him.

He kissed her forehead.
Mirnaa said — soft.

“No… not here.”
Bharath smiled.
“Okay, madam.”

In a single day — he built lies.
She bought them all.
He saw her so close.

He made her head fall on his shoulder.
Slowly. Calculatedly.

She now wore one of the modern outfits — the crop top and skirt — feeling exposed, shy, but strangely alive.

Before they left for the hotel — they took a selfie.



Mirnaa — after a thought — sent it to Vikram.

We reached. How is my new outfit looks?

No answer from Vikram.
She stared at the screen — heart sinking a little.


Bharath watched her — silent.
Then — he took her hand.

“Let’s go to the hotel.”
The trap was tightening — inch by inch.

[Hotgiri]

Mind blowing update, awaiting Bharat to unwrap Mirna n slowly n then take her like bull in all positions, pls add kissing, sex pics n all position they do

Your are a GOAT writer some one can make movie on this story

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 87 – The First Night: Candlelight and Warmth - But line not crossed yet


The Bangalore evening arrived soft and golden — city lights beginning to flicker on as the sun dipped behind the skyline.

Bharath had reserved a private corner table at an upscale rooftop restaurant — candlelight only, no harsh overheads, a small vase of jasmine flowers between them, the faint scent mixing with the night air. A single violinist played in the distance — slow, romantic melodies.

Mirnaa sat across from him — still in the crop top and skirt from the mall, feeling exposed yet strangely alive. She had never been to a place like this. Vikram’s dinners were always home-cooked or quick business meals — never this.

She looked around — eyes wide.
“I’ve never… Vikram never took me to something like this.”

Bharath smiled — gentle, understanding.

“All these days he was busy building for you. 
So he missed. Now he asked me to do it. When he does something good in business, he will take you.”


Mirnaa’s eyes widened — surprise flickering.

“How… you are not giving up your friend?”

Bharath’s smile deepened — warm, almost tender.
“I’m not giving up on him. I’m helping him. And you.”

He reached across the table — fingers brushing hers lightly.
“You deserve this. You deserve to feel special.”


Mirnaa blushed — looked down at their joined hands.

Dinner arrived — candle flames dancing on the plates: creamy pasta, grilled prawns, chocolate mousse for dessert. 
Bharath flirted — subtle at first.

“You look breathtaking tonight,” he said — eyes tracing the exposed midriff, the way the crop top hugged her breasts.
Mirnaa laughed nervously — not used to this.

“I… I don’t know how to take compliments like that.”
Bharath leaned closer — voice low.

“This is how flirt works. And I will do it throughout. Because you deserve to hear how beautiful you are. How desired you are.”
She felt heat rise to her cheeks — heart fluttering. No man had ever spoken to her like this. Not even Vikram — not in years.

After dinner — they walked hand in hand through the restaurant’s private garden — fairy lights strung between trees, the city humming far below.
Mirnaa felt his fingers interlace with hers — firm, possessive, yet gentle.
She didn’t pull away.

They reached the hotel — luxurious, marble lobby, soft golden lighting.
Mirnaa waited at the reception seating area — legs crossed, suddenly nervous — while Bharath filled the details.
He returned — key card in hand.

“Come.”
They took the elevator to the top floor — private suite.
The helper placed their bags inside and left.

Mirnaa looked around — king-size bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, soft ambient lighting.
She turned to Bharath — voice small.
“Where is my room?”

Bharath smiled — soft, patient.
“Madam… did you forget? We are on a date. We are sleeping on the same bed.”
Mirnaa’s breath caught.

“I… I thought…”
Bharath stepped closer — voice gentle.

“It’s just sleeping. No pressure. No crossing lines. I promised Vikram. I promised you. But if it makes you uncomfortable — I’ll sleep in the car. Or on the couch. Your comfort comes first.”

Mirnaa looked at the bed — then at him.
His eyes were sincere — warm.
She swallowed.

“Okay… same bed.”
Bharath nodded — relieved.

“Thank you.”

They freshened up — separate bathrooms.

He changed into shorts — shirtless, chest broad, muscles defined.



Mirnaa hesitated at her bag — nightwear in hand. A simple slip — thin, silky.



Bharath noticed.

“Tomorrow at the beach — private beach, no one around — you will wear those bikinis. These night gowns are no issue.”

He smiled — reassuring.

“If you trust me — I will be here. Else — let me sleep in the car.”
Mirnaa looked at him — heart pounding.
“No… I trust you.”

She changed in the bathroom — emerged in the slip. Thin straps, low neckline, fabric clinging softly to her curves.
Bharath’s eyes darkened — but he controlled it.

They slipped under the covers — same bed.
Mirnaa lay stiff — on her side, facing away.

Bharath lay on his back — then turned toward her.
He reached out — fingers gently caressing her hair.
“Mirnaa…”
She turned slightly.

He spoke — voice low, emotional.
“I wanted love… real love. After Manya… after everything… I thought it was gone. Then you came. You fought for me. You saved me. You comforted me when no one else did.”
Some did for the money i had, the power i possess as cop.. but with nothing you did.

His voice cracked — genuine or acted, she couldn’t tell.
“You are the only one who ever saw me… not the cop, not the agent… just me.”

Mirnaa’s eyes softened.
She turned fully — facing him.

He pulled her closer — gentle embrace, then kissed her.

Seconds later he said

“I just want to feel the warmth… of being inside your chest.”


He lowered his head — placed his face gently between her breasts — over the thin slip fabric.

Mirnaa froze — then relaxed.

She cradled his head — fingers in his hair.
“Shhh… it’s okay.”

He sighed — deep, shuddering.
“Thank you.”

They slept like that — his face nestled against her breasts, her arms around him.
Morning came.

Mirnaa woke first — Bharath still asleep, face pressed to her breast, breathing slow.

She looked down at him — peaceful, vulnerable.
She felt… happy.

He was in control — even this close.
And he hadn’t crossed any line.
She smiled — small, secret.


She decided to shed her inhibitions and trust him completely 

The trap was working.

And she didn’t even know it.

[Hotgiri]

Sir pls add more images in story to get real feel, its a humble request

[heygiwriter]

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Bharath: “I just want to feel the warmth… of being inside your chest.”


He lowered his head — placed his face gently between her breasts — over the thin slip fabric.

Mirnaa froze — then relaxed.

She cradled his head — fingers in his hair.
“Shhh… it’s okay.”

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