Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 88 - Bharath new request to Mirna on Flight 

Vikram woke in the star hotel room in Noida — body aching, mind sharp. 

Last night had been brutal — hours of negotiation, tense voices, veiled threats from the client’s side, Krish pushing hard for concessions. 
They had finally broken at 2 AM — agreement in principle, final signatures today.


He checked his phone first — habit.
Mirnaa’s message from yesterday stared back: the selfie in the crop top and skirt. Midriff bare, shy smile, eyes sparkling.

We reached. How my new outfit looks?
His chest tightened. But he doesn't want to say something that enrage Bharath, because they are yet to sign and they are not sure where Aadharsh is.. only Bharath can help them now. So he acted cool..

He typed quickly:
Wow gorgeous… this Mirnaa I have never seen. Should I say thanks to Bharath? ?
He added the wink emoji — trying to keep it light


The Bangalore morning light slipped through the hotel curtains — soft, hazy, warming the suite slowly.


Mirnaa woke first — the king-size bed vast around her, Bharath still asleep beside her. 

She turned slightly — careful not to disturb him — and reached for her phone on the nightstand.

Vikram’s reply to her selfie from yesterday stared back: Wow gorgeous… this Mirnaa I have never seen. Should I say thanks to Bharath? ?

She smiled — small, shy — and replied: Your cop friend, my cop date is so insisting… I did it for you…

He responded almost immediately: Okay take care. Be cautious and play free with caution. ?
She winked back: ?

She set the phone down — heart fluttering. The new outfit photo had been bold for her — crop top showing midriff — but Vikram liked it. 
She felt… free. A little less guilty.

Bharath stirred behind her — his arm dbangd loosely over her waist from the night before.

She froze — suddenly aware of how close they were. His body heat pressed against her back, the thin slip nighty barely a barrier. She could feel his morning erection — hard, insistent — against her lower back. She shifted slightly — trying to move away without waking him.
Bharath’s eyes opened — dark, alert.

He felt her pull away — and smiled internally. Opportunity.

He tightened his arm around her waist — pulling her back gently but firmly against him.
“Good morning,” he whispered — breath warm on her neck.

Mirnaa’s breath caught 

She didn’t pull away — thrill mixing with guilt. 
He kissed her shoulder — soft.
“See? morning love they say.”
She lay there — heart pounding, body warm.

He rose — stretched — and headed to the bathroom.
Mirnaa sat up — cheeks flushed.
And she hadn’t stopped him.

They ate breakfast — room service: fresh idlis, coffee, fruit. 
Packed and gone to catch the flight.


Flight to Goa

The airport was bustling — check-in quick, Bharath handling everything.
Mirnaa’s excitement built — this was her real first flight. Chennai to Bangalore had been by car — long drive, no air travel. 
This — to Goa — was new.

She sat by the window — gripping the armrest as the plane taxied.
Takeoff — engines roaring, plane tilting up.
She panicked and quickly changed to Bharath's seat

Her breath rose fast — panic flickering.

Bharath smirked — subtle.
He placed his hand on her breast — over the crop top — firm, calming.

“That’s okay… I’m here. I’m here.”
She gasped — but didn’t push him away.

The plane leveled — she exhaled — phewww.
His hand stayed — warm, possessive.

She looked down — realized where it was.
He pressed softly — thumb circling once.

then he told in her ears



“Your breast is big comfort. It comforted me last night… comforting yourself now. Its truly big”

She beat his hand — playful, embarrassed.

“No Bharath… you are going too much.”
He laughed — low.

“This is what flirting is.”
She smiled — shy.
“I know…”

Then — curious.
“Where are we boarding to?”

He caught her hand — held it tight.
“Goa.”

He leaned closer — voice intimate.

“Mirnaa… until last night I gave you many spaces and time to gel with a date — prepare yourself. Once we land in Goa — you should shed your full inhibition, fear, insecurity etc. Trust me to the fullest. We will have fun there. And consider me as a lover for the rest of days we will be in Goa. I ask for your permission.”

Mirnaa looked into his eyes — confused.
“Lover in the sense…?”

He smiled — gentle.

“Forget you are Vikram’s wife — like he asked. Once we land there — I will consider you as my lover. 
I will shower you with love. We will speak a lot like lovers. Real one.”

Mirnaa swallowed — heart racing.
Bharath assured — hand squeezing hers.

“We won’t do anything wrong. Just love, life, talk and sharing each other stories, and what we want to do in future and many more hidden wishes of us. in simple term Being free and being us.”
Mirnaa shook her head — like she understood.

He said — soft.
“I love you.”

Mirnaa smiled — small, shy.
He held her hand tighter.
“In an hour — we will be in Goa.”


The plane descended — Goa coastline appearing below — golden beaches, blue sea.
Bharath looked at her — eyes dark with promise.
The trap was about to spring.

[Hotgiri]

You are doing awesome job bro 100 out of 100 marks, please make this more erotic and sensual want to here Miranda moning surrender to Bharat and explore all positions in remaining days

With more hot pics of sex

[jiivawonderland]

What a story!

The way the buildups are.. 

i would even suggest Mirnaa and Bharath to get marry after their first sex which i believe comes soon.

Vikram had fucked many womens, now his wife going to get fucked by Bharath

SO Tense and erotic.  7 days in Goa, while he is outside for business deal. Perfect Scenario for Perfect Sex. 

wanted to know what would be after.

We clearly knew bharath is winning, want to see how Vikam going to claim back.

[jiivawonderland]

and its 88 Chapters. 

Its unbelievable you made a gripping story that i read all the chapters, even without the main sex coming (Mirna and Bharath) the tense is maintained all the way. Bravo

[heygiwriter]

You are doing awesome job bro 100 out of 100 marks, please make this more erotic and sensual want to here Miranda moning surrender to Bharat and explore all positions in remaining days

With more hot pics of sex

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

What a story!

The way the buildups are.. 

i would even suggest Mirnaa and Bharath to get marry after their first sex which i believe comes soon.

Vikram had fucked many womens, now his wife going to get fucked by Bharath

SO Tense and erotic.  7 days in Goa, while he is outside for business deal. Perfect Scenario for Perfect Sex. 

wanted to know what would be after.

We clearly knew bharath is winning, want to see how Vikam going to claim back.

Thanks a lot.. Perfect for him

[rogeras]

Superb narration.
Big fan of your story.

I know you are writting regularly but please keep writing more and share update more frequently and larger posts.

Can't wait to read what happen next.

[Muralimm]

Wow wow what a trip man the first day play was excellent

Its purely class romantic suspense

[heygiwriter]

Wow wow what a trip man the first day play was excellent

Its purely class romantic suspense

Thank you

[desiass]

Super story and very nice seduction, hope she will stay nude in hotel during room service visits

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 89– Bharath ups his seduction game!



The plane touched down in Goa just after noon — humid air rushing in the moment the doors opened. Mirnaa stepped onto the tarmac — eyes wide, still buzzing from the flight. This was her real first flight — the takeoff panic now a distant memory replaced by a strange, fluttering excitement. 

As soon as they cleared the gate and entered the arrivals area, he slid his arm around her waist — firm, natural, like a real lover claiming his woman in public.

Mirnaa stiffened for half a second — then smiled a bit. Small, shy, but real.
He leaned in — lips brushing her ear.
“My love…”

The words landed soft — intimate.
She didn’t correct him.


They collected their bags — Bharath had pre-booked a premium self-drive car — sleek black SUV, tinted windows, leather seats.
He opened the passenger door for her — gentlemanly — then slid into the driver’s seat.
Music system on — soft Bollywood romance playlist, volume low at first.
He glanced at her — eyes sparkling.
“No more shyness now, come on… let’s sing.”

Mirnaa laughed — nervous, but free.
He turned the volume up.
A popular track started — Tum Hi Ho — soulful, romantic.
Bharath sang the first line — voice low, surprisingly good.
Mirnaa hesitated — then joined in — soft at first, then louder.

They sang together — off-key, laughing, windows down, wind whipping through the car.
Bharath could not believe it himself.
Just a few more days… if I play patient, she can be my permanent slut.

He leaned over at a red light — kissed her cheek — quick, possessive.
She smiled — bigger this time.

He did it again — second kiss, lingering.
“Look at the road,” she said — half-laughing, half-scolding.

He grinned — hand on her thigh for a moment — then back to the wheel.

They reached the resort by late afternoon — private beach property, secluded, no outsiders allowed beyond the gate. Palm trees, white sand visible from the entrance, waves crashing softly in the distance.

Check-in was smooth — Bharath had booked a beachfront villa — one bedroom, open layout, private infinity pool overlooking the sea.

They stepped inside — cool AC, rose petals scattered on the king-size bed, champagne on ice.

Mirnaa stood in the center — taking it all in.
Bharath watched her — silent, hungry.


Meanwhile — in Noida

Vikram sat in the hotel conference room — suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up. 
The client across the table — smiling now, papers spread out.
After hours of back-and-forth — the deal was done.
Signatures tomorrow.

Vikram exhaled — relief flooding him.
Krish clapped him on the back.
“Tonight we celebrate.”


Back in Goa — Afternoon

After a one-hour rest, Bharath took Mirnaa out.
She wore a top and panties covered by a sarong — smiling all the way after dressing inside the villa.

Bharath took her for a walk across the beach. The resort had a beach-themed café and restaurant — 300 meters north.
He took her hand — they walked.

They started running — catching each other — playful, laughing like children.

They finally came to the restaurant.

They had some fresh juice there — took selfies, photos.
Mirnaa sent the selfies to Vikram — message sent, but no reply.


They sat quietly at a place.

Bharath started his stories — how he wanted to be a cop, how he wanted to marry Manya, how he ended up here.

Mirnaa spoke about how her family was wounded by henchmen and family betrayal — one she could not forgive — and then meeting Vikram, meeting him now.


They shared their versions of what they felt about each other — they didn’t know time was already 4 PM.

She was touched by all the details said by Bharath, especially his visual explanation of he jumping before a truck which was about to ram Vikram's leg, he said he pulled his leg and got saved him (Inside He thought even a child would never believe but she listens). A slight miss his hand would have been caught between the truck and car he said.

Mirna panicked... shocked.. you took all risk for the friendship?
Bharath:No, not because of friendship
Bharath: Because he is your husband, your lover. 
I dont like to see you sobbing, whatever you wish should happen. and your life should go smooth
only thing i can do for a soul who saved me..

She just hugged him — tight.

Bharath realized she had tears in her eys
he pulled her into a sweet lip-to-lip kiss.
they departed, a smile on ach other lips.





Meanwhile, on the way back to some place local men taking them to after negotiation.. 

Vikram turned on his phone.. 
There is a selfie where Bharath and Mirna are dangerously close, like a couple, she wears sexy suit, his chest can be seen.
He was panicked he wanted to warn, but they could not see Aadharsh yet, only bharath can help them so continued playing cool.

he looked around to safely text her, so no one would notice 

A moment later — the message came from Vikram: Cool, you are good in the beach suit. 
Hope all okay with you and your cop boyfriend and not serious
(he was panicked when typing when he saw them too close).
as he sent the car slowed down and every one got out of it

He got a text from Mirna — funny: Nothing serious, just few kisses and chats, we sing and played in beach and car…

Krish called him — “Come, let’s have a beer celebration. Our men are calling.”

They went to a rooftop bar — whiskey, loud music, city lights below.
Vikram didn’t look at the mobile.


Around 5:30 PM – Goa Beach

Bharath and Mirnaa sat at beachside chairs.
Suddenly — few white men came, few white women.

They started singing — all popular and favorite songs of Mirnaa.
She was amazed by it.

She danced and sang along them — it was full fun.
Mirnaa was not herself.

End of the session — the team gave flowers to her. Every man, every woman gave her a flower — and told “I love you, Mirnaa” together.

That is when she realised — these are all an arrangement from Bharath.

Bharath rose from his place.
He kneeled down — opened the ring box.

“Mirnaa, I love you. I always wish but i cannot so i don’t want to marry you. 
I know I missed a chance long back. But I have these 6 days to be with you alone. 
Can you accept my love?”

The men and women shouted — “Love him! Love him! Love him!”

Mirnaa smiled — laughed — amused — felt shy — all at once.
She took the ring — just for next 6 days — she laughed.
The crowd said — “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Bharath kissed her on the lips — their tongues met, danced.
The crowd slowly dispersed — leaving them alone.

They continued the kiss.
10 minutes later — when she left — she noticed all others gone except them.

She got a tear — said:
“I don’t know what to say.” but you are too much too much

Bharath put a finger on her mouth.
“Don’t say anything. Just hear what I say, my love. 

I LOVE YOU.”

he shouted like he want the entire world hear him

I LOVE YOU MIRNAA....

he came forward and 
He carried her in his arms — to the resort villa room.

Meanwhile — in Noida

Vikram drank.
He checked his phone — no new messages from Mirnaa after the selfie reply.
He stared at the last photo  

Krish noticed.
“She okay?”
Vikram nodded — forced.
“Yeah. She’s… fine.”
But the silence gnawed.


Back in Goa — Evening

Mirnaa was melted by the love shower.
She asked:
“Is this what you said about showering love?”


Bharath said:
“I do have more. There is a pub here — the colors, light, all will be fantastic. Let’s go there.”

He took her there — they talked a lot — movies, interests, how they were in childhood.
“So what’s your dream about cop lover? Am I fitting in there?” he laughed.

Then he picked her hand — made her touch his biceps.
“This is how a cop should be. And you are opposite — but I like this way.”

Mirnaa allowed him casually to caress her body, when they danced together for DJ music.

They had a quiet dinner at 8 PM.

The villas there usually sign off that time.


They got back to the villa.

Mirnaa got freshened up — came back to the bedroom.

Bharath sat on the bed — he removed his shirt, even shorts — just was in V-cut brief. 
His penis formed a tent — visible from outside — the cloth gave it shape.


Mirnaa still in bikini set — she set off sarong.

Bharath pulled her.
He said: “Mirnaa, thanks for the day.”

He hugged her while she stood near him.

The sea waves sound was doing something inside her.

She embraced him — she never experienced such things.
She said: “Thanks to you for opening up me.”

Bharath asked: “Do you like it?”
She said: “Yes — the musical group performed… that’s a sweet surprise.”

He smiled — he looked at the ring she wears — it was one he asked to accept.
Bharath asked: “6 days — will you be my love?”
She nodded — yes.

Bharath rose from his place — went to the luggage — pulled one box — it was a jewel box.
He came near her and said: “Today, I wear this to you.”

He opened it — an Aquamarine Infinity Heart Pendant with Diamonds.
She asked: “Bharath… why this costly?”
He said: “Shhhh.”


He moved her gently to the full-length mirror — stood behind her — his bare chest pressing against her back.

He dbangd the pendant around her neck — fingers brushing the sensitive skin at her nape as he clasped it.

He leaned in — lips grazing her ear.
“This is for my love.”

He grabbed her face gently from behind — tilted her head — and kissed her lips from back.

Such a sensual sight.

The kiss was slow — deep — his tongue brushing hers, tasting her, claiming her in the reflection. She could see them both in the mirror — his strong arms around her, her body arching slightly into him, lips locked, pendant gleaming between her breasts.

It was just the second day into the date — countless kisses, hugs.

Mirnaa jolted for a minute — body tensing — but she could not stop it. She was just bathing in a so-called love treatment.
She pulled back slightly — breathless.
“Shall we go for sleep?”

He smiled — dark, patient.
“Let’s speak for some time.”
Mirnaa shook her head — sleepy, overwhelmed.
“I feel sleepy.”

Bharath scooped her up in his arms — effortless — her body cradled against his chest.
“Now you won’t get the sleep.”


He carried her to the bed — and threw her down — not gently.




She dropped onto the mattress with a soft thud — nighty riding up her thighs, breasts bouncing slightly from the impact.


She gasped — half-laugh, half-shock.

He stood over her — eyes dark, body taut, erection straining visibly against the thin fabric of his brief.
The sea waves continued outside — relentless, hypnotic.
The night was only beginning.

The only sound she heard in a fraction of second was that Thud sound on the bed..





Meanwhile — in Noida


The rooftop bar had gone quiet — only the low hum of the city below and the clink of ice in their glasses.

Vikram leaned back in his chair — third whiskey in hand — half-drunk, mind still sharp but edges softened by alcohol. Krish sat across from him — tie loosened, sleeves rolled, laughing at some old story about a botched consignment from years back.


Then — foot noises.

Not the casual shuffle of waiters or guests.
Heavy. Deliberate. Multiple.

Somewhere beyond the glass railing — a screech of metal on concrete. A muffled grunt. Then a body hitting the ground — hard.
Krish’s men — stationed at the guardian point near the stairwell — dropped like stones. One after another. Silent takedowns. Throats slit or necks snapped — no gunshots. Clean. Professional.
Vikram’s glass froze halfway to his lips.
Krish’s laughter died.

They both realized — something was off.
Someone was trying to attack them.

Krish moved first — hand diving under his jacket. He threw a pistol toward Vikram — matte black Glock, spinning through the air.
Vikram caught it — muscle memory kicking in despite the whiskey haze.

Too late.
A sharp kick landed on Krish’s chest — boot connecting with ribs — sending him crashing backward into the table. Glasses shattered. Chairs toppled.

Aadharsh stepped out of the shadows — black jacket, face half-lit by the neon glow from the bar sign.
He didn’t speak.

Just moved — fast, lethal.
Vikram raised the pistol — finger on trigger.

Aadharsh closed the distance in two strides — kicked the gun from Vikram’s hand. The weapon skidded across the rooftop — clattering into darkness.

Vikram lunged — fist swinging.

Aadharsh sidestepped — grabbed Vikram’s collar — twisted — and threw him into the dust of the rooftop floor.


Vikram hit hard — breath knocked out — body sliding across concrete and grit.
A dull THUD sound echoed as his skull bounced once.

[Hotgiri]

Sir Ji images are missing pls add it for kiss n bikini ine

[heygiwriter]

Sir Ji images are missing pls add it for kiss n bikini ine

Brother i really wanted to do the image work, but when i start concenratng on image, i miss out writing the story.. please wait i will add the images later

[heygiwriter]

images updated on same post

[Hotgiri]

Thank you bro, awesome update

[dineshnair2525]

Brother i really wanted to do the image work, but when i start concenratng on image, i miss out writing the story.. please wait i will add the images later

Images can wait, please concentrate on story bro, this is way too good

[Muralimm]

My opinion image can be imaginable when story writting like this gripped narration

Concert on story plot line updates

Because he is the only one who gives massive updates every day
In a short time span he all most complete 50% of the story that too brilliant writing script he never degraded any of the character and maintaining the erotic part with a class

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 90 – Bharath gets an unexpected gift - Affair !

The villa bedroom was bathed in the soft blue glow of moonlight coming through the open balcony doors. The sea waves crashed steadily outside — a rhythmic, hypnotic pulse that seemed to echo inside Mirnaa’s chest, syncing with her quickening heartbeat.

The thud sound calmed.

Bharath — still standing over her — smirked in the dim light.

Mirnaa shouted in panic — half-laugh, half-shock:

“My love… did your sleep gone?”
She smiled — breathless — eyes wide.
“Okay… you win… come…”

He sat on the bed — pulled her to his side — 
her body sliding against his, bikini-clad skin warm and soft.

He asked — voice low, intimate:
“Shall we turn off the light?”

She asked — curious, a little nervous:
“Why? We are speaking right…”

Bharath said — eyes locked on hers:
“No… this is something new. I guess you have not experienced it yet.”

Mirnaa tilted her head — intrigued.
“Is it so?”

Bharath nodded — serious.
“Yes.”

Before turning off — he looked at her.
She was just in bikini — tiny top barely containing her full breasts, high-cut bottoms hugging her hips, skin glowing in the moonlight.

An idea came to him — dark, hungry.
Why not we try it today…

He was not sure what the outcome of Noida meetings would be. He had just saved these 7 days for her. What if Aadharsh searched for him? What if Vikram escaped and came to recover her?

He decided to play emotion again.

She asked — noticing his sudden silence:
“What did you fear the dark ? For offing the light you said you will off the light and new experience.”

Bharath looked away — voice trembling slightly (acted perfectly):

“I suddenly reminded of something… 7 years back, in a resort me and Manya had our first sex… the memories hit me.”

Mirnaa’s eyes softened — concern flooding her face.
“You still love her…?”

He asked — quiet:
“Who is your first love?”
“Vikram,” she said instantly.
“You married your first love… that’s why you could not feel that.”

Mirnaa looked at his face for few minutes — heart aching for him.
She said — soft:
“Okay… let the light stay.”

Bharath shook his head — determined.
“No… I will off it. How long I have to run? Today I have you with me. I won’t run. I will stay with you. 
You will guide me. You will make me forget her.”

Mirnaa looked into his eyes — didn’t know what to say.
She said — voice gentle:
“If you feel so… do it. How do you want me to help you?”

She asked — innocent:
“What would happen when you switch off the light? that you fear”

He calmly said — voice cracking:
“So this is what happened… I will get panic. The day I first entered her was the night. The day which I lost was in similar night. When my father got to know about us — the news of her marriage came to her when we were having sex in dim light. My ex-wife who cheated with someone — I caught them in similar time, night time, when I entered bedroom saw them. After the court case — when me and my daughter sleeping in same bed — my ex-wife took daughter in same dim light. That’s how it is. 

So whenever I sleep in dim… my mind goes restless. The image of her keeps popping up — images of betrayal, images of hopelessness. Sexual urge when I had with Manya — that keeps ringing in my head.”


Bharath showed his trembling face — eyes glassy (glycerin timed perfectly).
Mirnaa caught his face — palms cupping his cheeks.
“I never knew you have such traumas…”

Bharath looked at her — vulnerable.
“Today when you are with me… I think I won’t have such terrible things. Let’s sleep hands on hands.” he said softly

Mirnaa kissed his cheeks strongly — released him.
“This is enough.”

He went and switched off the lights.

He went and switched off the lights.



The room plunged into pitch dark.
The ocean sound was there — louder now, filling the silence.
He slowly came to the bed .


IN NOIDA


The city lights spun above him.
Aadharsh appeared before the fallen Vikram.
The street lamp above him caused his eye to fumble — blocked by his own shadow — a dark silhouette looming like death itself.
Aadharsh’s voice cut through the night — low, venomous.
“You just a driver… how dare you to come between me.”

He brought a big rod down — iron, rusted at the edges — swinging it high to crush Vikram’s skull.
Vikram rolled swiftly to the side — the rod smashing concrete where his head had been a second ago — sparks flying, dust exploding upward.
His energy was intact — adrenaline burning through the alcohol haze.

He rose up — unsteady but determined.
The kick — half-drunk — all caused him to wobble — but he was determined to win him today.
His entire empire depended on it.

Aadharsh ran toward him with the rod — roaring.
Vikram rose — dodged the swing — and gave him a kick — boot slamming into Aadharsh’s knee.
Aadharsh staggered — rod dropping for a second.

Vikram knew he didn’t have much energy or stability to fight long.
He went into the room — stumbled through the doorway — searching for the pistol.
Aadharsh threw the rod — it hit the tube light instead — glass shattering — room plunging into sudden darkness.

Vikram fell on the floor — hands scrabbling blindly — searching for the gun.
Something cold got into his hand.




IN GOA


He boarded the bed — slowly moved his hand.
Mirnaa was searching for him — hand outstretched in the dark.


When both their hands met — an electric current passed through both of them.


Bharath — in the dim moonlight from balcony — searched her face and kissed her deep.

The kiss lasted — 20 minutes of slow, hungry exploration. Tongues tangling, lips sucking, soft moans swallowed. His hand cupped her face — thumb stroking her cheek — while the other slid to her waist, pulling her closer.

They finally parted — both breathing hard.
He said — voice husky:
“I won’t get images now.”

She said — soft:
“Good night… sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, darling,” he said.
But they both didn’t sleep — he knew.

5 minutes later — his body jerked — he purposely did it.
Mirnaa asked — worried:

“What happened?”
He said — quiet:
“Nothing.”

Mirnaa asked — concerned:
“Did you get any dreams back?”

He said:
“No… just sleep.”

Mirnaa then caught his hand and said:
“Let’s turn on light.”

He said:
“No… I’m determined. When you are with me — nothing can.”


Then after a pause he unleashed his Manipulation skill

“Maybe, Mirnaa… we should hug each other and sleep.”
Mirnaa knew she just had bra and panty on her.
But she didn’t say no.
He pulled her in for an embrace.

They hugged — his bare body against hers — her soft melons crushing against his chest — their lips tangling again.
After 10 minutes — she asked — voice trembling:

“I guess you got visual of someone , the trauma

Bharath said — hesitant:

“It was visual of Manya… her body… issue is…”

Have you ever tried to over come it?” Mirna asked

Bharath asked: why not i tried .. “If you won’t get mad — I would say.”


She asked:
“Tell me… I won’t get mad.”

Bharath said — hesitant:
“It was visual of Manya… her body… issue is…”

He didn’t complete.
Seeing his hesitation — Mirnaa asked:
“What happened?”

Bharath said — voice low:
“I get hard-on. I once wanted to have sex with a random girl I dated… but you know what happened? When I was about to kiss her — I just see Manya’s face. I even tried with few others — same result. And one of the girls… when I also penetrated her — I could see only Manya’s face.”

Mirnaa asked — soft:
“What many girls?”

Bharath said:
“I was intended to start a marital life… but at this kiss stage I used to drop. So all of that happened some 4 years back. But you are the only woman when I kissed that I got only your face registered. I could only see you. this is where my confidence of overcoming with you”

Mirnaa smiled — the pitch dark room — her white teeth glowed.
“Do you feel bad about me?” he asked.
“No… you are not. You tried — that’s it.”

he paused — then said — i guess there is one more reason why i could not see anyone when you kiss or hug me, :

“But after all this I must say it… I’m sexually attracted to you Mirnaa.”

The answer was something she didnt expect. 

He said  “There is a song of popular film… I will translate it in English.”, if you listen it could say my state,

Mirnaa listened.
Bharath said — husky:

“Will you love me if I tell truth?
Love is just adequate… lust is more.
Will you love me if I tell the truth?
Will you excuse me on the bed?”

Mirnaa knew the song — she felt shy.
She knew the hero sung that song, loves the heroine but sexual thoughts overpowers him
the poetic reference won her

Bharath asked — voice trembling:
“You still love me?” I know, knowing all this i strongly believe only you could help me..

She looked at his face in the dark.

He grabbed her hand — took it to his crotch over brief.
Mirnaa felt his cock — rock solid — thick, throbbing.
She took a breath.
“Bharath…”


She was panicked.
Bharath said — desperate:

“Wanted to tell you — this is how I feel for you now. And you are the only woman able to do it to me. I need your help badly. Very badly now.”
She asked — voice shaking:
“What? How you want me to help”

“I said right — the girl I dated once — I tried to penetrate — got Manya’s face. If you trust me… I just want to get rid of it.”
She asked — whisper:
“How?”
He hugged her — in her ear:

“Let me just insert you there once. I won’t move. Just once. Let me see if I get Manya’s face. If not — let me see your eyes. Let me register it. This night with you — I will finally leave it go — my fear, her face — forever. Mirnaa… no matter what — I want to see only you.”


he didn't wait for her answer


Bharath kissed her lips passionately — tongue deep, hungry, sweeping inside her mouth like he was claiming every corner. His lips were firm, insistent, sucking her lower lip between his teeth before releasing it with a soft, wet pop.


The kiss tasted of salt from the sea air and champagne from dinner — intoxicating, overwhelming.


Mirnaa didn’t process it yet — her mind still spinning from the ring, the pendant, the stories, the dark.

He yanked her panties in one go — fabric ripping slightly with a sharp, intimate tear.
Mirnaa realized — gasped — eyes flying wide in the dark.
“Bharath…”

“Just once…” he whispered against her mouth — voice rough, pleading.
 “One insert… one full minute. I’m inside you. I need to feel you… you too feel me and let them go — Manya and whatever girls. 
I just need you.”

His husky voice started occupying her — low, hypnotic, wrapping around her thoughts like smoke.
Bharath removed his brief — he was nude down there and she was as well.

He still hugged her — bodies flush — skin on skin — heat pouring between them.
“Mirnaa… trust me… I need to get rid of those faces”

He was chanting something in her ear — soft, hypnotic — words she barely registered, promises and pleas blending into the sound of waves.
His one hand placed his penis at her entrance — hot, thick, throbbing — rubbing slowly along her folds. He found the way — slick from her own arousal she hadn’t admitted yet.


His finger inserted first — slow, deliberate — stretching her gently. 
She jolted a bit — body tensing — she was not in a state to think clearly anymore.


After a few minutes of rubbing — circling her clit with his thumb while his finger curled inside — he finally entered her.
 
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The head pushed past her entrance — slow, relentless — stretching her open inch by inch.

Mirnaa’s body trembled — a full-body shiver.

She just realized what happened.
She said — panicked, voice cracking:
“Nooo… Bharath…”

Bharath kissed her lips — sealed them shut — tongue plunging deep to swallow her protest.

After lips departed — he said — breath ragged:

“Calm down… you are helping me. Let me be there still for few minutes.”

He inserted even deeper — hips rolling forward in one smooth thrust — filling her completely.
A moan came — involuntary — raw from her throat.

Bharath said — voice thick:
“Mirnaa… that’s what I wanted. Look at me. Look at my eyes. Help me register your face… your sound.”

She saw his eyes — even in the dark — the heat was something else — she missed it.

Bharath was so focused — he started moving in rhythm — slow at first, deep rolls of his hips, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in.




Mirnaa stumbled — moaned — hips lifting instinctively to meet him.

She didn’t realize her date was turning into a sexual affair night.
She lost the heat — gave in to it.

20 minutes of ultimate motion — steady, deep, building — Mirnaa started moaning loudly — broken, needy sounds.

He broke suddenly — to her surprise — he turned her properly on her back — widened her legs with strong hands — put her in missionary position.

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She herself spread her legs wide — thighs trembling — to accommodate him.
He started fucking.

Bharath picked up speed — hips slamming forward — cock driving deep, relentless.

She shouted:
“Aaaahh… ammeae… ayjjaaaa… Bharath… aaahaaahh…”


Her voice cracked — body arching off the bed — nails digging into his shoulders — legs locking around his waist.

He thrust harder — faster — skin slapping against skin — wet sounds filling the room — mixing with the waves outside.

He tore her bra — fabric ripping — breasts spilling free.

Mirnaa said — moaning, breathless:

“Bharath… we are already doing… why like an animal…”
Bharath — still fucking her — growled:

“That’s the issue — you never seen an animal fucking you. I’m your animal. I’m like this. Your husband never did like this — right?”

The word came from her — no — Bharath.

The word gave him additional energy — he fastened his movements — hips pistoning — cock hitting deep, relentless.

He pinched her nipples — hard — then started sucking — tongue swirling — teeth grazing — playing with them until they were swollen, red, sensitive.

30 minutes later — they both orgasmed.

Her body seized — back arching off the bed — a sharp cry tearing from her throat — walls clenching around him like a vice.

He groaned — deep, guttural — hips slamming one last time — spilling inside her — hot, raw, claiming.

He fell on her — nude — still cock inside her — pulsing with aftershocks.

He said — breathless, voice wrecked:
“I love you…”

She smiled — dazed, sated — little later she said — whisper:
“Love you too.”

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[Rocky@handsome]

This recent chapter ruined everything!!

I’m writing this because I truly valued your work; in fact, I was the first one to support your journey with a lengthy appreciation, which you can still find if you wish to look back. I’ve always been grateful to you for sharing your creativity, and I’ve sincerely enjoyed your writing in the past.

However, I have to be honest: the story has taken a direction that no longer resonates with me. By choosing to have the wife cheat, the very 'innocence' that defined her character and the title itself feels ruined. I stayed quiet for a while, hoping to see a vision that made sense of it all, but the plot has now reached a point that I find personally disappointing.

I realize that, like many writers and even some readers, there will be attempts to justify this shift. But for me, this is a path I simply cannot follow. While it seems the majority may be rooting for Bharat, I firmly believe Vikram should have been the winner. I have countless reasons for that stance, but I won’t burden you with a long explanation. It’s clear where the narrative is headed now, and it is no longer a story I can be a part of.
I’ll leave you to carry on with your vision. Best of luck with your future chapters, and God bless you.

Regards,
Rocky ❤️