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Chapter 94: Half truth, Half life. but well landed
Mirnaa’s voice cut through the quiet villa like a knife — soft, trembling, but sharp with sudden clarity.
“What are you and Vikram hiding from me?”
Bharath was stunned — that his trap plan was actually going to backfire? No… no, I should not.
He doesn’t want to tell something random and get caught. He decided to just handle the situation smartly — avoiding shedding any details — and lie something that fits better.
Bharath knows some women will never be the same when she gets a doubt. The entire trust they build in will shatter like that — so he decided to give it a quick shot.
He quickly said — voice calm, soothing:
“Calm down. I previously said right — me and Vikram spoke a lot. And I guess this is the right time to tell you everything… but I need some time to tell you fully.”
He stepped closer — not touching — just close enough to let his presence comfort her.
“And you are already too stressed. Can we talk about it after breakfast?”
Mirnaa looked at him — doubtful, eyes searching his face for cracks.
He met her gaze — steady, sincere.
“I promise I will tell you fully — and it’s not what you doubt. You will be surprised.”
“Trust me… please.”
Mirnaa hesitated — the doubt still flickering — but his voice, his eyes, the memory of last night’s tenderness… she decided to trust him once.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Bharath exhaled — relief hidden behind a gentle smile.
He went to bathe. While showering — hot water cascading over his body — he got enough time to construct lies better. He planned what to tell Vikram and Mirnaa simultaneously — a story that would tie everything together, make her feel safe, make her feel chosen, and keep Vikram in the dark just enough.
He came out — towel around his waist — hair damp, droplets tracing his chest.
“My love — let’s go to breakfast.”
He caught her hand — gentle — and walked on the side of the beach to reach that specific restaurant.
Bharath could feel the light weight of Mirna’s hand — like she is not fully into it but allows him to hold her hand. The grip was loose — hesitant — a silent signal of the storm inside her.
They finished breakfast — fresh juice, fruits, idlis — eaten in near silence.
The wooden bench was heavy beneath them — the sea sound and waves hit her like anything. She was confused about everything. She was torn that her very own husband, her lover, had secretly wanted her to have sex. What’s the plan? What’s the deal? Why was she always kept in the dark?
Bharath continued — voice low, intimate — sitting close enough that their thighs touched.
“Mirna… this is not something new. We already know it.
I ask you to listen fully — most of them may be you already know, some may not.
I will tell chronologically — so you would understand better on why and how.”
“It’s all started from the day I saved you in hospital and station.
He was just thankful.”
When i kept saving you from that bigshot’s various plans
He figured out i have been following you two and secretly guarding
He wanted to repay my kindness someway
But as i was his friend and known person, he hesitated to ask, but he reached me and offered some shares in business and asked if i was interested
I said no.
Mirnaa interrupted — soft:
“So the bigshot kept troubling without us knowing?”
Bharath:
“Vikram knows… only you never know. Because he doesn’t want you to get bothered — he decided to keep you safe mentally.
He knows I’m guarding you with my men and he had his own watchers.”
“No question between — just listen.”
Mirnaa: “Okay.”
Bharath masterfully recalled every incident to loosen her up.
“When things escalated too much — like the bigshot used his truck to ram Vikram’s car —
that is when he realised I risked my life for him.
But he had a doubt.
He doubted what was the need for me to go to that extent to save him.
We didn’t even have that deep friendship…
That is when he decided to check on me —
he spied on me. Rishi — my friend — he blabbered that I loved you.
Then he was astonished. Through Rishi he also got to know my sufferings.”
“He was surprised — how a person who is unsocial, with so many troubles — who hated women to the core — fell in love with you.
He thought if I am able to love you — I would have moved already and will lead a happy life in marriage if some perfect match comes.”
“At first — through Rishi — he got me some matchmakings. I made them run away…
He witnessed how I chased those women away. He thought only you made a breakthrough with respect to women.
He later realised my suspension was due to offending bigshots — and the truck ramming case almost made me risk my life.
He was full of guilt.
He resolved himself — he will get me back on track.
To make me social back — make me get back in life — he thought you could be the opener.”
“A harmless friendship is what he actually thought.
But still he tried for a way without dragging you.
That is when he met me — asked what troubled me! He offered me help.
I declined everything — money, power, and all his matchmaking.”
“As I didn’t flinch for anything — then he decided to use you.”
“He asked me one thing: can you come and stay with me? At least — I feel Mirna needs some safety… some random men are frequently checking on my house… I could not say no. I worried about you like him. And he knew it well — the only thing I would say yes. Because he knows that I love you so much. And I said yes.”
“In his mind — he decided getting me near you I will be back to socializing.
And yes — it happened like magic.”
“He wanted to make you my good friend —
a friend whom everything can be shared like sorrow, fear and all.
Once I opened up and became social — he thought he would marry me to someone…”
“But my deepest trauma he never knew. Also we didn’t open up much.”
“That is when something happened — Manya came into the picture.
It was Vikram’s doing that he found her — and made her call me…
But Manya dragged me into deep depression.
It’s after that Vikram had decided to push you to me into some kind of date concept.
The reason is simple — he complicated my feelings by unwantedly bringing in Manya.”
“That week — he asked you to console me. But when you attempted — that night you kissed me — it changed me.”
“He realised — whatever I said about trauma never worked on you.
He realised my love was the reason why I’m comfortable with you.
After I dropped you to the hospital — he confronted me about the kiss. First I was stunned. He asked me why I was able to be emotionally invested in you and not in other women. Then I shared my trauma story — he already knew it.
And he also knows how you are always an exception… the reason is I fell in love with you.”
We spoke men to men, we spoke a lot, he also said what all he said to you to make you come closer to me, he was a little disappointed in bed life, he thought your fear and inhibitions are making him disappointed.
He fears to force it on you, because he deeply loves you and fears if his action may hurt you.
Then we made a deal, the deal is we all wanted to be in an open relationship, once we found the path, I mean you shed fear inhibitions and started exploring and I overcame my trauma with help of your love. It will be a win - win. So he does have some boundaries initially like kiss hugs are the only thing, dressing relaxations, being together, watching movies. Came later.
He decided to use the 7 days off his off to Dubai as my date time with you.
I shamelessly asked him permission to involve sexually with you just to overcome my trauma, he said no, then he said if she is willing i wont say no. But not in any other case even if I approach you.. I explained all the scenarios that happened before, I said how your breast felt on my face accidentally and caused me some sensual thing. That day I never got anyone else's face the same with kisses. Then those two cases when we are kind of sexually teased , I never get manya or anyone's face.
That is when Vikram was fine with letting me go near you , but again same stance … he said if she voluntarily wanted to help you after you open up in 1 week, i wont stop her. But if you had a chance, when she gave you one, you need to help me explore a lot in sex.
Mirna asked did he said that
Bharath said yes: In case you came voluntarily with me for a sex, he said to make you explore more.
Vikram and I spoke about it. He used to share about your insecurities, inhibitions in sex and normal life. More than sex, he was feeling bad you were stuck with a normal life. He wanted you to change the lifestyle, dressing sense, upping the standard and also in bed sex life.
So Vikram thought one week in Dubai will help us to get more private time, you will really fit into the world he expects..
He laid some rules about what to follow, not like I should not force you, I should not disrespect you, no record, no blackmail, no beatings.. I should treat you well if you (mirna) wanted to try it..
He stressed me again…
If you got lucky, just try something new with her, she doesn't do a lot,
I fear she would be hurtled.. I felt like he was disappointed in sex that you have not opened much..
Mirnaa suddenly felt a pain — sharp, deep.
“Mirnaa… he does tell something in sex you are not ready to do it. I was in a different mood — I didn’t catch up. What do you think made him tell me like that? I guess he said this it’s… it’s… it’s…”
Mirnaa said with shy — voice barely audible:
“Is that… ‘Anal’?”
Bharath nodded — slow.
“Yes… why he said it so?”
Mirnaa looked down — cheeks burning.
“He tried… but I fear pain and I used to stop in the middle. Maybe he said it because of it.”
Bharath leaned closer — voice gentle.
“So our deal is this — always stay respectful to you — explore as much as we can. But sex is not a deal. But when things come up like that — make sure it consents. In short — he was ready to allow us if you explore more — that you will come out of inhibitions — a way Vikram wanted — and I will come out of trauma.”
“Today — after things happened between us — I don’t want to navigate from what I initially promised with him. It’s a betrayal to friendship. So to neutralise it — I asked his hand if he could help me — by consenting me to approach you.”
“That’s what happened. He just wanted us to be happy — and ready to see you more happy.”
Bharath took a long deep breath after telling a full page of lies.
It’s already half truth — so it was easy for Mirnaa to believe.
Bharath said:
“Now the ball is in your court. We should never hide we had sex — yes I said I wanted to be secret — but the pain of betraying is more. Just pretend we are going to do after this — and he would know it. Everything will stay as it is — what you say. We will have absolute no guilt — we can part away as good friends — with no one hurt and all open.”
Mirnaa could not believe what she was listening. But it’s already done — she too don’t need to trip on guilt.
So this is the entire deal and secrets. Nothing you never know but this is how it progressed,
Mirna was listening.. But she got lost into the thoughts..
She was deeply disturbed knowing Vikram had been unhappy with her sexually.
Bharath, noticing it, asked what happened to Mirna.
Mirna asked if Vikram was unhappy with me in bed.
Bharat calculatedly said not disappointed he kind of wanted more, but you seem to not appreciate it.
She said it when he can tell you why he can't tell me directly.
He should have opened it to me.
Bharath didn't answer, he just watched her
Mirna naively let out an old conversation of her and VIkram..
When my friend priya’s affair was first caught by me, i said it to vikram
He said people are like in open marriages — they may know — they may want it from others. Now I recall all…
He even said he wanted anal sex but I didn’t let him…”
“He said he would speak about it if he wants. Now it’s true he was not satisfied with me.”
“I just thought about my pain and didn’t care to satisfy him.”
The new info from Mirnaa — coming out unintentionally — was a boost for him.
Bharath came near her and said:
“When we leave this Goa — Vikram cannot say one single complaint on you. I will train you…”
Mirnaa’s eyes widened.
“What?”
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(13-02-2026, 08:51 PM)dsupryo Wrote: Hi Heygiwriter,
superb story development, awsome pacing and especially a big thanks for your regular updates. A lot of erotic writers start strong but by the time they reach at a crucial point of sexual scene they somehow stop updating the story. But you have been different, you see the story through to a satisfactory end. So congratulation, and good luck to you writing the reminder of this story, which I hope shall have many ups and downs ahead. Now I would like to put down my analysis of the three main characters of this story --
Mirnaa has been a sweet beautiful innocent girl turned wife who has been protected by Vikram from the preying eyes of other men in the initial phase of her marriage. Fearing that she might judge his raw animal side, during sex Vikram has always been tender with her in bed.
But all women loves to be fucked brutally by an wild beast. Even if most women may not admit it openly, once they experience the raw, lewd, hard, relentless thrust of a throbbing, thick cock, they are likely to give in.
This Vikram failed to understand because his animal side is triggered when he can use a girl who has humiliated him (Malar, Malavika), where as for Bharat being an animal is triggered from the sense of cucking someone by fucking his wife (remember the introducing scene of Bharat fucking the wife of some random guy while the guy, bound to the chair, witnessed it.)
As for Mirnaa succumbing to the princess treatment of Bharat and to her own hidden desire for being at the receiving end of vulgar, animal lust of Bharat, neither of which she has ever had from Vikram( because he sees her as innocent and wants to keep her that way) is very natural.
She could have drawn the line and resisted Bharat much before the final sexual act, had she really been a pious wife,
after Bharat’s first deep long lip-kiss when he tried to kiss her again
when he asked her to sleep in the same room, in the same bed, she could have asked him to sleep on the couch,
When he rubbed her boobs she just playfully slapped his hand, which is nothing but an invitation that he could indulge more
When he asked her to dress up scantily, in bikini and sarong, showing her midriff (probably her deep sexy navel) to the public etc.
But she did not resist at all, but egged Bharat on to be more and more intrusive on her bodily treasures.
Because she is not as pious, not as loyal as it appears on the surface. She has been naturally loyal to Vikram because she has never had an opportunity to be otherwise , until she met Bharat.
She has never known herself to be capable of cheating Vikram or lying to him, let alone having sex with someone, because no one has wooed her to have her intimately.
In fact, even before she had let herself be penetrated deeply by Bharat, she was already hiding stuff from Vikram, for example, she has sent selfies with Bharat to Vikram from the public places - Mall in Bangalore and Beach in Goa, but never from their private spaces (hotels).
She conveniently forgot to let him know that both in Bangalore and Goa she was staying in the same hotel room with Bharat, sleeping in the same bed with him, had Bharat’s face buried in between her soft boobs on the first night with only thin fabric of her skimpy nightmare to keep their skins separate. So no moral high grounds for her. But she is a sexy woman and she deserves all the pleasures of sex she can get from Vikram, from Bharat, perhaps even from other men around, like Aadarsh and Rishi etc.
As for Vikram, he absolutely deserves to be cheated the moment he let Bharat woo Mirnaa knowing fully well that Bharat wanted to bed her. He has used shy, apparently pious, untouched -by-others, innocent wife Mirnaa as a return favour for Bharat’s help in building his empire. I feel despite all his claver schemes and plans in building his crime empire, he has ruined his family, has compromised his one safe base, his innocent Mirnaa.
Despite being a strong man, deep down Vikram is a cuck, in his subconscious he already has visioned Mirnaa having lewd sex with Bharat, he has checked Bharat beathing, registered that Bharat’s penis is thicker than his and even pulled up seperate cctv footages of Bharat and Mirnaa’s bathing naked and placed them side by side. This clearly indicated his would have the best erection of his life when eventually he sees them from the same hidden CCTV feed room —bathing together, naked, having sex in the shower, in his marital bed, in every corner of his house, in all positions, even annals, which he himself could not convince Mirna into.
Glad you noticed all.
but Vikram would fight back, the start of the story was it, but is that worth it? only story will tell :)
Will love can get them back on foot, after they goes to the extreme ends both can go?
A lot more to come :)
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(13-02-2026, 05:58 PM)Muralimm Wrote: This is you stand alone with other after the main plot has been done after conflicts is more important to end the story plot.
And you are truly amazing on this after conflicts
Intelligent fails when over confidence in game and Bharat did now. how she behaves after his many Play Store
Its getting more interesting
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Chapter 95: Bharath tightens the trap
Bharath watched her — patient, his thumb circling the back of her hand softly.
He knew she was cracking — the half-truths had landed perfectly, turning her self-doubt into a doorway for him.
He leaned closer — voice low, intimate.
“When we leave this Goa — Vikram cannot say one single complaint to you. I will train you…”
Mirnaa’s eyes widened — breath catching.
“What?”
Bharath smiled — gentle, reassuring — but his eyes held a darker promise.
“Train you… to be the woman Vikram always wanted.
To explore.
To let go of the inhibitions, the fears.
To feel free — in life, in bed.
No pain. No force. Just… learning.
Together. For the next 6 days.”
“I will guide you through this.”
Bharath realised an inhibition again!
He pulled her into a hug — strong, enveloping — her body stiff at first, then softening against his chest.
His lips brushed her ear as he whispered:
“Mirna… just listen to this.”
“I know you liked the sex last night.”
“I know you never had experience of this hardcore sex.”
“I know you wanted to satisfy Vikram’s needs.”
“I know you are guilty about cheating Vikram.”
“I know you don’t want the guilt to trip you forever.”
“I know you started loving me back.”
“I know you would have no issues when Vikram initiates and pushes you into all of these.”
“But the only thing that can make it all possible — without you or me or Vikram getting hurt — and all of us getting benefit — is to be in an open marriage.”
“I will get your body and love.”
“You will get both Vikram and my love.”
“You will get pleasure from both of us in sex.”
“Vikram will get unexplored new pleasure from you after I train you.”
“Vikram will also notice your change in dressing, attitude , the way he wanted — which I’m going to guide you.”
“So it’s Mirna’s Awakening.”
Mirnaa looked into his eyes — so seriously — the words sinking in, twisting her guilt into something almost… logical.
Almost exciting.
He didn’t wait — he pulled her into a kiss.
Deep. Possessive.
He sealed her lips for 5 full minutes — tongue slow, deliberate — confusing her further, drowning the last threads of resistance in heat and confusion.
The hesitations gone now — the hesitation that built hours back when she saw the messages, minutes back when she didn’t hold his hand but lightly allowed him — all melted under his mouth.
Mirna still had confused eyes — but softer, hazier.
Bharath decided to utilize the moment.
He whispered in her ear — breath hot:
“Just follow my lead.
Now in a few minutes — let me call Vikram.
Let him know I’m going to approach you sexually.
So he will be mentally prepared.
When we reach Chennai — he will know we had sex.
Don’t think too much — this is best for all.”
He waited for a main and then said.. but its not easy to make it seamless.
We want to make it like he was pushing us... so that he wont have an issue with our affair later.
I will make sure tat happen seamlessly now in the call
Let me explain you
The phone call is tricky.
Don’t exhibit like you are interested in it.
Pin a blame on me. Like I’m spouting some nonsense.
Tell him I’m joking something awkward.
Tell him you wanted to go back to Chennai and ask him to speak to me about getting her back
Vikram will guide you from there.
Don’t give him confidence that you will succumb to my need. Tell him you will think about it — perfect natural.”
“So when he got to know about our sex — he won’t feel bad about you. He will think:
You did it because he pushed.
You did it because of him.
You did it because of sexual exploration he needs.
So that he won’t blame you — and naturally never will have an issue about it.”
“I know this is a lie — but this is the best working one for all of us.
You don’t need to worry about the next moment in Goa.
We will sail through this week happily — more sex — no worries.”
She didn’t nod her head — but her eyes said it — she might buy the idea.
Bharath signaled Mirnaa to wait there.
He took a few steps away — heart steady — and dialed Vikram.
Vikram picked up on the second ring — voice tense.
“Bharath — did your men come? All good? Shall I move out from here?”
Bharath — calm, almost apologetic:
“No… I’m sorry to say this — you need to first console Mirnaa. Also convince a little. I messed up.”
Vikram: “What happened? What did you do to Mirnaa?”
Bharath: “Nothing happened and I didn’t do anything.
I casually said about my trauma issue — then asked if she can help me. She got furious.”
Vikram: “Which wife in the world will accept your nonsense?”
Bharath: “Let this be a nonsense. Just do something… She is standing here a few yards away… I don’t know what you will do. Remember — if she gets furious and tries to go away from here — Aadharsh’s men can spot her.”
“I agree I messed up.
Do something — calm her and make her stay here.”
Vikram: “Shit, Bharath — why are you making things tough for me when I need to safely get out of here?”
Bharath: “Just calm her. We will speak about you safely coming out later. Mirna's safety is important for me...
I will call back in 5 minutes. Prepare something. Console her Convince her. Once she calmed down — I will ask my men to make a move.”
Vikram sensed like he was kind of perfectly got into a trap — trap of pushing Mirnaa more.
Mirna's safety in hands of Bharath, he knows Aadahrsh is looking out for her.
Him coming out of the hide out and reaching Dubai is also in hands of Bharath.
A trap he didn't see came
Initially when he planned to speak with her — he thought of passing a hint.
But things now made it harder — but with 5 minutes time between the call —
he decided to think something and try his way to alarm her — yet go in a way Bharath wanted.
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Chapter 96 - Mirna hears from Vikram!
Vikram stared at the phone — knuckles white.
5 minutes… he’s giving me 5 minutes to decide how to make me give my wife and push her?!.
His mind raced. Bharath was playing him — perfectly.
He already dating her, they were in few clothes, tooo many kisses and hugs...
Now he was forcing Vikram to endorse it — on speaker — so Mirnaa would hear “consent” from Vikram’s own mouth.
If Vikram refused — Aadharsh’s men could grab her.
If he agreed — she has chances of getting fuked by Bharath..
Getting fucked is better than she gets into hand of Aadharsh, a mad man who did'nt even have any little mercy for his own father.
He punched the wall again — pain shooting through his hand.
She won’t do it. She’s not like that. She’ll say no… right?
And Bharath was with her — alone — for 6 more days.
He just decided to trust Mirnaa.. he wanted to believe that way..
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Moments Later
Bharath finished whispering in her ear — finished letting something in her ears.
He said — low, commanding: “Just go this way…”
She smiled small — assuring she will.
Bharath called Vikram — put on speaker.
Vikram picked up — voice strained.
“Hey Bharath…”
Mirnaa — voice soft: “Bharath — it’s me…”
Vikram suddenly felt emotional — voice cracking:
“Mirnaaa… all good there? Love you and miss you badly… things are hard for me here… hope you are good there.”
Mirnaa: “Things are hard? What’s the issue Vikram… what’s happening there?”
Vikram: “I mean… work is too hectic… I thought at least you are worriless and free there…”
Mirnaa: “I’m sorry…” (she slipped out as guilt building in)
Both the lovers unintentionally leaving out their issues almost slipped but still tight lipped (He hided about his issue with aadahrsh and other things, that is why he got emotional and said things are hard for him hope she good there. and Mirnaa to her Im Sorry is an apology from her for cheating him) Now both got little free after these words slips but both knows nothing about their partners suffering
Bharath looking at their emotional exchance mild intervened — smooth:
“Vikram — I’m here too… it’s on speaker…”
Vikram realised — then said:
“Bharath called me and said you are upset and misunderstood things…”
Mirnaa: “Vikram … maybe I should go back to Chennai…”
Vikram shocked — Chennai? Now when Aadharsh sending people to find her… no absolute danger — he said to himself in mind.
Vikram: “No Mirna… No you should not…”
Mirnaa: “Why?”
Vikram: “I mean… I mean leave it — why do you want to return Chennai.”
Mirnaa: “Bharath from the morning little weird — he shared his story — I felt bad for him but he suddenly asked me if he can help in…”
Vikram: “What story?”
Bharath intervened: “Vikram — the trauma of me having Manya’s face when try to have sex with any one…”
Mirnaa continued: “See this is how… he is… I’m not sure if he is joking or I don’t know… he was good till last day… suddenly…”
Bharath smiled like you are acting good to Mirnaa — she bit her lip and had a wicked smile. Bharath realised Mirna is no more innocent or naive — she badly in for the sex… his arm possessively hugged her waist.
Vikram unaware continued: “Mirna… the day I asked you to date him — I said and set some rules for him and for you. Firstly you need not worry about him — he is a genuine friend. If you say no — he won’t touch you. He won’t touch you without consent. He just asked you his hand on helping him come out of his trauma — but thing is it requires sexual intercourse. Mirna let me tell you — only if you consent and wish you continue. Else it not at all necessary…”
Mirnaa — started in a hesitated tone: “And… and… Bharath was telling me you seemed disappointed with me in bed with just normal sex… nothing more exciting? How do you all discuss this with him? Not me…”
Bharath intervened:
“Mirna — it’s a man to man chat… like how you girls speak out to each other…”
He continued to Vikram:
“Vikram — she felt I’m hiding something from you and you are not okay with it. She thinks I may say some lie. Tell her…”
Vikram got hint what Bharath wanted:
He said: “Mirna — no… Bharath did inform me — he hid nothing from me. Yea it’s a man to man talk — but definitely I’m not disappointed. We just spoke how it can be better… whatever it is — it’s all about your wish and consent. Don’t do it even if I push you — got it… but don’t leave from the place — just for this, just enjoy your day there. if there is a disagreement both of you speak and fix it there.. .”
Bharath signaled Mirnaa — she said: “Okay Vikram… I felt little odd. I thought he spouting nonsense when you are away… I’m relaxed knowing how thing its… I got it clear… I will think about it…”
Vikram: “Good.”
Mirnaa: “Had your lunch?”
Vikram: “Not yet…”
Bharath: “Vikram — I heard you are awaiting some men to pick up right — maybe we cut the call… so that you can work on it.”
Vikram realised… he said: “Okay — take care Mirna. Remember what I’m okay only if you consent — not other way…”
Mirnaa: “I will think about it. I don’t know how you are this close as friends. Exchanging this talks...”
Bharath laughs — Vikram faked a laugh.
He said: “Goodbye baby — be safe and take care.”
After the phone call cuts — Bharath carried her suddenly in his arms.
Mirnaa flushed:
“Bharath — there are few people around.”
Bharath:
“I don’t care. Let’s discuss rest in the room…”
Mirnaa said: “No… let’s slow down…”
Bharath saw the hidden fire in her eyes… he dropped her down.
She said: “Let’s play sometime here… whatever you and Vikram wanted — let that take slow. Perfect darling Vikram said.”
He excused her for a moment and spoke with Aadharsh —
he shared a location straight opposite to where Vikram and Krish hide —
he asked to send all men to that location…
Then he alerted Vikram that his men will reach anytime — all of them are deviated.
He said:
“Don’t call me and disturb — I will pursue her for real… she may not agree to now — but I will keep trying.”
Vikram hearing this thought — it’s tough to break Mirnaa — he believed she won’t succumb…
He doesn’t know she already plans heavy for the night with Bharath.
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Chapter 97 – Krish and Vikram Escpaed, While Mirna started opening up!
Goa – Private Beach – Afternoon
The private beach stretched empty before them — no footprints, no voices, only the endless roll of waves and the cry of distant seabirds. Bharath had chosen this stretch deliberately — no man’s land, no eyes, no interruptions. The sun hung low, painting the sand gold and the sea molten.
Mirnaa laughed — a sound she hadn’t made in days — as Bharath chased her into the shallow surf. She ran barefoot, skirt hiked up, water splashing her calves. He caught her waist from behind — lifted her — spun her once — then dropped them both into the next wave.
They rolled together in the foam — salt on their lips, sand clinging to skin. She came up gasping, hair plastered to her face, eyes bright. He pulled her close — water streaming between them — and kissed her hard. Wild. Hungry. Tongues clashing like the waves around them.
He broke away just enough to murmur against her mouth:
“You thief…”
Mirnaa blinked — breathless, smiling.
“What?”
“You had this thought hidden.” His hand slid down her back — possessive — fingers digging lightly into wet fabric.
“You wanted pleasure right… my roughness on you…”
Mirnaa’s cheeks flushed
but she didn’t look away this time.
She finally opened — voice soft, almost shy:
“I don’t know… but that day when you tore my bra…
I found it new.
It was too aggressive.
I hate to admit… I liked your aggression.”
Bharath’s eyes darkened — satisfaction curling in his smile.
“That’s called hardcore. Rough.”
“Oh… is it?” she asked — half teasing, half curious.
He leaned in — lips brushing her ear, voice a low growl:
“Tonight… let’s discuss this more.”
He kissed her again — deeper — hands roaming freely now, one cupping her ass, the other sliding under her top to trace the curve of her breast. She moaned into his mouth — soft, needy — body arching into him.
They stayed like that — locked together in the surf — until the sun dipped lower and the water turned cool.
Noida – Escape Route – Evening
Vikram and Krish slipped out of the hideout under cover of dusk.
Bharath’s men had already retrieved the signed papers from the hotel — Aadharsh’s crew distracted by the fake lead Bharath had fed them.
Bharath had also gave a fake lead for Aadharsh on Mirnaa, he said his men got beaten by vikram and krish men in the caliclut.
A nondescript container truck waited at a deserted petrol station 3 km away.
The driver — one of Bharath’s trusted men — said we will get you back in morning. Aaadharsh men are everywhere be careful.
as Vikram and Krish climbed into the hidden compartment.
The door slammed shut.
Darkness swallowed them.
Vikram leaned back against the cold metal — heart pounding.
She’s safe with Bharath… for now.
But the WhatsApp messages replayed in his head — Bharath’s casual “one week stand” request — Vikram’s forced “if she consents” reply.
He had bought her safety… at what cost? No She wont succumb to his needs he said to himself.
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night
The room was pitch dark — only the faint glow of moonlight through the balcony curtains.
Sound of kisses filled the space — wet, hungry, punctuated by soft moans.
Footsteps — bare feet on wood.
The lights flicked on.
Mirnaa blinked — stunned — still flushed from the beach kisses.
“Why… why did you turn on the light?”
Bharath came to the bed — slow, deliberate — his hand tracking her face, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.
“I want to see you. See you fully naked. Not in dark. Not like last time — something we did in urgent. I want to taste you inch by inch.”
His hand traced the bra strap beneath her top — slow, teasing.
“Tonight… let’s talk. Let’s talk about sex. Let’s discuss before we begin.”
Mirnaa smiled — small, nervous, but real.
“Okay…”
Bharath’s voice dropped — commanding, tender:
“Say it with love.”
She swallowed — eyes locked on his.
“Okay… my love.”
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Nice story... Bro... But you are going in jet speed... please make some slow.. I think..
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(14-02-2026, 10:19 AM)girrich9486 Wrote: Nice story... Bro... But you are going in jet speed... please make some slow.. I think..
Bro, its 97th Chapter ! You call it jet speed, is that a sarcasm?
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WOW FANTASTIC UPDATE! CANT WAIT FOR MIRNA AND BHARATH RAISING UP THE HEAT
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Man what are you cooking in one week trip is unimaginable
One side pluser and the other side action its like purely drama script not less than a webseries
Too exciting on each update
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(14-02-2026, 10:42 AM)jiivawonderland Wrote: WOW FANTASTIC UPDATE! CANT WAIT FOR MIRNA AND BHARATH RAISING UP THE HEAT
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Chapter 98 – The Training Begins - Dominant Bharath and Submissive Mirna
Goa
Bharath looked at Mirnaa.
The beauty he wanted to conquer was right before him.
He didn’t want to trick her further. He didn’t want to lie anymore.
She was ready — right before him — to surrender herself completely.
He had made the so-called powerful Vikram himself push her into his arms.
And she had already cheated on him — with me.
Poor girl… she bought everything. She thinks I’m in love with her.
He could not contain his happiness — but he calmed down.
His intent was clear: to enjoy the innocence of exploring the beauty of sex with her… slowly, brutally, fully.
He sat with his back against the headboard — legs spread — and pulled Mirnaa into his arms.
His hands rested possessively on her shoulders, thumbs brushing the soft skin at the base of her neck.
He began — voice low, commanding, but laced with a dangerous tenderness:
“Mirna… I don’t care what rules you and Vikram had set.
But in bed — only I dictate the rules.
I know you have fears. You have fear of pain.
But you need to trust me fully. You need to surrender to me fully.
You should not call me Bharath. You should call me my love… darling…
I’m your husband here — not Vikram. You got it?”
Mirnaa looked at him — eyes wide — and nodded slowly.
“I know you just did regular sex with Vikram. You hadn’t had anything new, right?”
Mirnaa nodded — cheeks flushing.
“I’m your master here. You are my student… sometimes a slave who just follows directions.
Shall I start the class? The discussion?”
Mirnaa — voice soft:
“Okay…”
Bharath looked at her pointedly.
She realised — and corrected herself:
“Okay… my love.”
“Good girl,” Bharath said — a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face.
“Sex is a fantastic feeling. Many don’t live it fully.
People often confuse everything, Mirnaa — between acts, positions, and relationship dynamics.
Let me teach you — and start from there.”
He paused — letting the words sink in.
“First — there are sexual acts. Then there are sexual positions. Then there is relationship dynamics.”
Mirnaa looked confused.
Bharath smiled — patient.
“Sexual acts have three categories: Penetration, Oral, Manual.
What we did last night is penetration — vaginal penetration. There is one more — anal penetration. Which you know.”
“For Oral — it’s when we use our mouth to satisfy the other partner. Like you suck my cock… or I lick your vagina.”
“Manual — instead of mouth, we use fingers. Like I finger you… and you give me a handjob. Sometimes couples do it simultaneously.”
“So — in the above three — what all have you done?”
Mirnaa was shy — cheeks burning.
He pressed her breast gently — voice firm:
“Tell me soon.”
She swallowed — voice barely audible:
“Of course… both penetration… but anal not fully.”
Bharath:
“Oral?”
She shook her head:
“No… Vikram once tried. I felt salty… I said no.”
Bharath — mock pity:
“Poor Vikram.”
She looked up — worried:
“Will he be disappointed?”
Bharath:
“He must have loved you the most. How in the world a man doesn’t get a blowjob?”
“Did he lick you… on your vagina?”
Mirnaa:
“Yes… sometimes.”
Bharath:
“What about manual?”
Mirnaa — even shyer:
“Yes… we have done. I mean… I do in my hand — not to disappoint him. If he cannot have it in my mouth…”
“Did he finger you?”
Mirnaa:
“He tried… but I felt tingling feeling… so I used to avoid. Instead I will ask him to come inside me.”
Bharath — in his mind: Poor Vikram… my lies are becoming true. She made him miserable.
He said aloud:
“Now I realise why he wanted you to open.”
“If you didn’t satisfy him with all these — there are sexual positions like 69, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spooning… and lot more.”
Mirnaa:
“What are all this?”
Bharath smiled:
“I will explain you.”
“Did you guys do like what I did last night?”
Mirnaa:
“No…”
Bharath:
“That’s spooning… side-by-side position.”
“Mirnaa… it’s really long way to go.
Only after introducing it — I can teach you on relationship dynamics.
But I fear we may need more time. Goa time may not be enough.”
Mirnaa smiled — soft, trusting:
“Time duration… I will leave it up to you…”
Mirnaa asked:
“What are you starting with?”
Bharath — voice firm:
“You have no rights to question. Just follow what I tell you.”
“Let’s start slow. First — let’s explore our body. Remove my shirt and my inners.”
Mirnaa looked at him.
“Do it, baby.”
She rose from her place — unbuttoned him. When the first button was done —
He asked:
“What are you doing?”
She said:
“I’m unbuttoning.”
He said:
“No. Kiss my chest whenever a button is unbuttoned. The exposing area — kiss it.”
Mirnaa’s cheeks blushed.
Every button she undid — she kissed the exposed area of his chest.
He said:
“Good girl.”
“Now — remove my inner.”
Her hands trembled.
He guided her hand to his V-cut brief boxer. She pulled it down — his thick, big cock danced and popped into her hand. He was fully nude.
She looked at him.
“Kiss it,” he said.
She bent her head — kissed it.
“Hold with your hand.”
She did — face blushing, turning pink.
She was already sitting on her knees between his legs.
He said:
“Every night when I come — you need to consider this as rituals. Got it?”
She shook her head — yes.
“Look at my penis — the state because of you. It rode you last night. It needs you every night.”
She still blushed.
Bharath said:
“Now it’s my turn. Come closer.”
Mirnaa moved her knees forward — closer to him.
Bharath’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as he stared down at her — sprawled beneath him, chest heaving, skin flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from the earlier pounding. The room was thick with their mingled scent: salt from the beach still clinging to their hair, the sharp musk of arousal, the faint metallic tang of exertion.
He leaned in close — lips brushing the shell of her ear — voice a low, gravelly rasp:
“You liked my roughness right?”
Before she could answer, his hands shot to the hem of her thin top. Fingers curled under the fabric — knuckles grazing the soft undercurve of her breasts — and he ripped upward in one violent, decisive motion. The cotton tore with a sharp, satisfying sound — threads snapping — exposing her bra-clad chest to the humid air.
Mirnaa gasped — eyes flying wide — stunned into stillness. The torn top hung in ragged strips from her shoulders like battle flags. Her breasts strained against the black lace bra — nipples already peaked and visible through the thin material, begging for attention.
Bharath didn’t pause. He yanked her forward by the ruined fabric — pulling her upright — until she collided against his bare chest with a soft thud. Her breasts crushed against him — lace scbanging his skin — heat pouring between them.
His hands moved behind her back with practiced cruelty. Fingers found the clasp — pinched — twisted — and the bra snapped open in an instant. The straps slid down her arms like surrender. Her heavy breasts spilled free — bouncing once — twice — full and soft and impossibly round, nipples dark and stiff in the cool air.
He didn’t give her time to breathe.
Both hands claimed her at once — palms rough, fingers splayed wide — cupping the undersides and lifting them like offerings. Thumbs dragged hard across her nipples — once, twice — before he pinched them between forefinger and thumb. Hard. Twisting just enough to make her back bow.
“Aaahhhh…!”
The sound tore from her throat — half pain, half plea — high and shattered.
Bharath growled low in his throat — primal — and pulled her higher. He buried his face between her breasts — inhaling the warm, sweet scent of her skin — then latched onto one swollen nipple with his mouth. Teeth grazed the sensitive peak — then bit down — not breaking skin, but firm enough to sting.
He circled each nipple with his tounge and gave a bite and took each breast into his mouth .
He sucked hard — tongue lashing the bud — drawing it deep — trying to devour as much of her as he could fit.
Her hands flew to his hair — fingers tangling — pulling — unsure if she wanted to push him away or drag him closer.
He switched — mouth moving to the other breast — same ruthless attention — biting, sucking, tongue swirling until both nipples were swollen, red, glistening with his spit.
He pressed them together — creating deep cleavage — and dragged his tongue through the valley — slow, wet, possessive — tasting the salt of her skin.
After long minutes of relentless play — kneading, crushing, rolling her nipples until she was whimpering continuously — he lifted his head just enough to speak against her flushed sternum:
“As I said in flight… your breasts… my goodness… so big.”
His voice was thick with lust — almost reverent.
“Look how lucky your ex-husband is, bastard.”
Mirnaa’s face flamed — eyes glassy — caught between humiliation and a dark, blooming arousal at the word ex-husband. Her lips parted — breath shallow — but no protest came.
Bharath’s smile was slow — predatory.
He lowered his head again — took one nipple back between his teeth — tugged gently — then harder — watching her arch, watching her body betray her every time he pushed the edge of pain into pleasure.
The air between them crackled — thick with heat, salt, and the unspoken promise of more.
He hadn’t even entered her again yet — and she was already trembling on the brink.
Mirnaa flushed:
“Ex-husband?”
Bharath:
“I’m your husband here.”
“Tell me — who am I?”
Mirnaa:
“My husband.”
Bharath:
“That’s how it should be.”
Bharath’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties — fingers brushing the soft curls before finding her slick, swollen entrance. He teased her slowly at first — the pad of his middle finger circling her clit once, twice — light, maddening pressure that made her hips jerk upward in helpless need.
Her body trembled immediately — thighs quivering, breath hitching in sharp little gasps. She tried to close her legs instinctively, but he wedged his knee between them — keeping her open.
“No… Bharath…” Her voice was small, pleading — half protest, half prayer.
Bharath’s eyes darkened — voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble:
“There is no ‘no’ from you.”
He leaned down — lips brushing her ear — hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
“You need to endure it. And act like what your husband wants.”
His free hand fisted in her hair — yanked her head back sharply — exposing the long line of her throat. She whimpered — back arching — breasts thrusting upward as the sting bloomed into heat.
At the same moment — two fingers plunged inside her without warning.
Her body jolted — inner walls fluttering around the sudden intrusion — a wet, obscene sound filling the room as he curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside. She cried out — high and broken — hips bucking against his hand even as tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
He didn’t stop.
He pumped his fingers faster — thick, relentless — the heel of his palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. Her juices coated his hand — dripping down his wrist — the slick sounds growing louder, filthier.
Mirnaa’s moans turned frantic — body shaking uncontrollably — breasts bouncing wildly with each jerk of his wrist. Her nipples were dark, swollen peaks — begging for attention — but he ignored them, focused only on the wet heat between her legs.
He released her hair — let her head fall back to the pillow — then yanked her panties down in one rough motion. The fabric tore slightly at the seam — he didn’t care. He shoved her thighs apart — pushed her flat on her back — and knelt between them.
“You never allowed him fingering, right?” His voice was thick with satisfaction. “That is where I’m going to start.”
He plunged three fingers back inside her this time — stretching her wider — thumb circling her clit in tight, ruthless spirals. Her hips lifted off the bed — chasing the pressure — chasing the burn — chasing the unbearable pleasure-pain that was quickly unraveling her.
Her body shakes, her breast bounces when he fingers
Her moans turned into sobs — body trembling on the edge — inner walls clamping down around his fingers like she was trying to keep him inside forever.
“Bharath… no… no… please… please… insert yours… please… I need you…”
He slowed — fingers curling lazily inside her — watching her writhe.
“No,” he said — voice calm, cruel. “I won’t. Until you promise me.”
Mirnaa’s head thrashed — tears slipping down her temples — hips grinding desperately against his hand.
“What… promise?”
Bharath leaned down — lips brushing hers — fingers still buried deep, still moving just enough to torment.
“Promise me you will always love me.”
“Always have sex with me — even if Vikram is around.”
She sobbed — body shaking — so close — so desperate —
“I promise…” she gasped — voice wrecked. “I promise…”
He smiled — dark, triumphant.
“You want me to have a rough one… or softer one?”
Mirnaa’s eyes fluttered — tears clinging to lashes — body trembling on the precipice.
“Rough…” she begged — voice cracking. “Rough… please…”
“Here we go, baby.”
Bharath positioned himself between her legs — spread her thighs wider with firm hands, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh until faint red imprints bloomed like ownership marks.
He teased the thick head of his cock along her slick entrance — once, twice — letting her feel the blunt, heavy pressure without mercy, watching her hips lift instinctively, chasing the stretch she both feared and craved.
“I’m going to enter,” he said, voice low and final. “I won’t be soft this time.”
Mirnaa’s breath hitched — eyes wide, pupils blown dark with arousal and nerves. Her hands clutched the sheets — knuckles white — body already trembling from the earlier fingering.
One deep, unyielding push — he sank to the root in a single stroke.
She cried out sharply:
“Ahhhhh… Bharath… slow… please…”
The stretch burned — sudden, overwhelming — her walls fluttering desperately around the thick invasion, trying to adjust to his size. Pain flared bright at the entrance, sharp and hot, radiating inward. She tried to twist away — thighs quivering — but he pinned her hips with his weight, keeping her open, keeping her full.
“You wanted it hard, right, baby?” he growled against her ear — breath hot, voice rough with restraint.
She whimpered — “Yes… but… it hurts a little…”
He kissed her roughly — swallowing the protest — tongue claiming her mouth as his hips snapped forward again — hard — bottoming out with a wet, obscene slap. Every withdrawal dragged along her sensitive front wall; every re-entry forced a gasp from her throat — pain blooming into something hotter, fuller, deeper.
Missionary — raw and deep.
He pinned her wrists above her head with one large hand, fingers locked around both of her slim forearms like manacles — the other braced beside her ear, caging her completely beneath his weight.
Every thrust drove the air from her lungs in sharp, staccato gasps. Skin slapped skin — loud, wet, rhythmic — the obscene sound echoing off the villa walls, mingling with the distant crash of waves. Her full breasts bounced helplessly with each impact, nipples stiff and dark, grazing the hard planes of his chest again and again — the friction sending white-hot sparks racing through her overstimulated nerves.
She tried to twist — hips wriggling sideways to ease the relentless pressure against her cervix — but he simply shifted his weight, hips pinning hers flat to the mattress, forcing her to take every punishing inch exactly as he gave it. His cock ground deep — thick and unyielding — dragging along her front wall on the outstroke, slamming home on the instroke until she felt him in her throat.
“Feel it,” he ordered — voice thick with lust, gravel-rough against her ear. “Every fucking inch. This is how you take your husband.”
Her legs — trembling, slick with sweat — wrapped instinctively around his waist. Heels dug into the small of his back — nails scoring red lines down his shoulders — pulling him deeper even as fresh tears pricked the corners of her eyes. The initial burn had been sharp, almost too much — her body protesting the sudden, brutal fullness — but now pain throbbed bright and hot before melting, over and over, into something darker, liquid, addictive. Each deep grind against her cervix sent a jolt of mingled ache and pleasure spiraling up her spine.
She moaned — broken, needy — the sound rising higher with every thrust. Her hips began to rise — tentative at first — then desperate — chasing the ache, chasing the fullness, chasing the way he filled every empty space inside her until she couldn’t tell where the hurt ended and the hunger began.
Minutes stretched into an endless haze — sweat slicked their bodies, dripping from his brow onto her collarbone, pooling in the valley between her bouncing breasts. Her cries turned rhythmic, desperate — half-sobs, half-pleas — “Bharath… too much… please…” — even as her pussy clenched greedily around him, betraying every word.
He didn’t slow.
He didn’t soften.
Instead — when her moans became a continuous, shattered wail — Bharath hooked his arms under her knees. With a low growl he lifted her legs high and wide — folding her almost in half beneath him — ankles framing her own flushed face. The butterfly position tilted her pelvis upward — exposing her completely — letting him sink impossibly deeper with every brutal stroke.
Her eyes rolled back — mouth falling open in a silent scream — nails clawing uselessly at his biceps as the new angle drove the head of his cock directly against her cervix with punishing precision. Pain flared white-hot — then burst into blinding pleasure — her body shaking violently beneath him.
“Bharath… too deep… slow… please…”
He fucked her harder — watching her face contort, tears slipping down her temples into her hair — her breasts jiggling wildly with each slam — nipples so hard they ached. Her pussy fluttered and clenched — dripping down onto the sheets — the wet slap of their bodies growing louder, filthier.
“You’re taking it so well,” he growled — eyes locked on where they joined — watching his thick shaft disappear inside her over and over, glistening with her arousal. “Look how wet you are… your pussy fucking loves the pain.”
She sobbed — voice cracking — “It hurts… but… don’t stop… don’t stop…”
He didn’t.
The room filled with her broken cries — skin slapping — bed creaking — waves crashing outside — indifferent to the way he was breaking her open, reshaping her, claiming every trembling inch of her body as his.
And still — he kept going.
Next — he pulled out abruptly — cock glistening with her arousal — flipped her onto her side — hooked one of her legs over his shoulder — entered her sideways.
“Sideways,” he said — voice thick. “Feel how it drags inside you.”
The angle changed again — cock stroking her front wall with every thrust — hitting her G-spot mercilessly. Her moans turned high and frantic — body trembling — another orgasm building fast, unstoppable.
“Bharath… I’m… I’m going to…”
“Come,” he commanded — hand wrapping around her throat — not choking — just holding — possessive. “Come on my cock.”
She shattered — walls pulsing violently — gushing around him — crying his name. Tears streamed freely now — pain and pleasure so intertwined she couldn’t separate them.
He kept going — slower now — letting her ride the aftershocks — then faster again — pushing her through a second, weaker climax that left her limp and shaking.
he stopped looking at her surrendered face.. he left her alone for few minutes checked his phone and switched off it
he also grabbed mirnas mobile and turned it off.
he had not reached high yet, he smild at her just fw more minutes
he came to bed gain
He dragged her like a ragdoll — hand fisted in her hair — pulled her up onto all fours — then pushed her chest down to the mattress — ass high.
“Face-down ass-up,” he said — voice thick. “Missionary variation. Vaginal entry from back Take it.”
He slammed back in — one hand pressing her head into the pillow — other gripping her hip — pounding with animalistic force. The bedframe banged against the wall. Her muffled screams vibrated through the fabric.
She pushed back — meeting every thrust — body slick with sweat — begging incoherently:
“More… please… don’t stop… own me…”
He crashed harder — hips pistoning — cock swelling — until he came with a guttural groan — flooding her again — hot, deep pulses that made her shudder through one final, shattered orgasm.
They collapsed — his body heavy on hers — cock still buried deep — twitching with aftershocks.
Breaths ragged. Skin slick. The room smelled of sex and salt and complete surrender.
He kissed the back of her neck — voice rough, satisfied:
“Good girl… you took it all. I love you”
Mirnaa — voice wrecked, barely audible:
“Love you too my husband…”
After the final shuddering climax, the room fell into a heavy, humid silence — broken only by their ragged breathing and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves outside. Bharath stayed buried deep inside her for long moments — softening slowly, but never pulling out completely. His weight pressed her into the mattress — possessive, grounding — while her body trembled with aftershocks, thighs slick, core still fluttering around him.
Mirnaa lay beneath him, dazed, skin flushed and glistening.
The intensity had left her raw — every nerve singing, every muscle loose and quivering. After a few minutes, she shifted uncomfortably — the fullness inside her starting to feel too much, too constant. A soft, uneasy whimper escaped her lips.
She turned her back to him — curling slightly onto her side — knees drawing up, trying to ease the tender ache between her legs.
Bharath felt the shift immediately. He didn’t protest — simply withdrew slowly, carefully — letting her feel the drag of every inch as he slipped free. A small gush of their combined release followed — warm, thick — trickling down her inner thigh. He gave her space — rolling onto his back beside her — one arm resting behind his head, the other lying open in quiet invitation.
Mirnaa exhaled shakily — body still humming — then rolled onto her back again, legs parting slightly as if unsure what to do with themselves. The cool air kissed her overheated skin, making her shiver.
Bharath turned toward her — eyes dark, possessive — and moved over her once more. Not to enter — not yet — but to claim her mouth in a slow, deep good-night kiss.
His lips sealed over hers — gentle at first — then deeper — tongue stroking lazily, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her surrender.
She kissed back — soft, tired — until her eyes fluttered open and she froze.
His cock — thick, heavy, already hardening again — pressed insistently against her inner thigh.
Mirnaa’s breath caught — panic flickering in her wide eyes.
“Are you… human… or animal?” she whispered — half in disbelief, half in exhausted awe.
Bharath chuckled low against her lips — the sound vibrating through her chest.
“Consider me your animal,” he murmured — voice rough with renewed hunger.
Before she could protest, he shifted — aligned himself — and pushed back inside her in one slow, deliberate slide.
Her walls — still swollen, still sensitive — stretched around him again. She gasped — fingers digging into his shoulders — body instinctively arching to take him deeper even as a small whimper escaped.
They both smiled — tired, sated, conspiratorial — faces inches apart.
He settled fully inside her — hips flush to hers — cock buried to the hilt — hot and thick and unyielding.
He realized her uneasiness quickly..
“No,” he whispered — brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead. “I’m just going to sleep like this.”
Mirnaa’s eyes fluttered — heavy with exhaustion — but a small, dazed smile curved her lips.
Her vagina was full — hot semen from earlier still leaking around him, mixing with fresh arousal — his dick deep inside, pulsing faintly with every heartbeat.
In half-sleep — voices soft, slurred with fatigue — they murmured.
Bharath — lips against her temple:
“Tomorrow morning… oral session. I will train you deep.”
Mirnaa — barely audible, already drifting:
“Okay… my love…”
He kissed her once more — slow, lingering — then let his head rest beside hers.
The clock glowed 2:30 AM.
They slept tangled, joined, claimed — the sea whispering outside, indifferent to the total surrender that had just taken place.
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Chapter 99 – Swathi's phone call
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Noon
The room was bathed in soft, golden midday light filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air was thick — heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and salt from the open balcony. The sheets were a tangled mess — damp in places, twisted around their legs — evidence of a night that had stretched far beyond reason.
Mirnaa and Bharath slept deeply — exhausted, oversexed, bodies still entwined.
She lay on her side — face tucked against his chest — one leg dbangd over his hip, his softening cock still nestled inside her from the final sleepy thrust hours earlier. Semen had leaked slowly throughout the night — a sticky warmth between her thighs — marking her, claiming her even in sleep.
Bharath’s arm curled possessively around her waist — hand resting on the small of her back — thumb occasionally brushing her spine in unconscious rhythm.
They had barely moved since collapsing at 2 AM.
No alarm.
No guilt.
Just the heavy, sated sleep of two bodies pushed to their absolute limit.
The clock on the wall read 12:07 PM when Mirnaa finally stirred — a soft, tired whimper escaping her lips as she shifted. Every muscle ached — thighs sore, core tender, breasts sensitive from hours of rough attention. She felt him still inside her — thick, warm — and a fresh flush crept up her neck.
Bharath’s eyes cracked open — dark, satisfied — and he tightened his arm around her.
“Morning, my love,” he murmured — voice rough from sleep and sex.
She smiled — small, shy, still dazed.
“Afternoon… I think.”
He chuckled — low — hips rolling once, lazily, reminding her he was still buried deep.
“Six days left,” he whispered against her temple. “And I’m not done training you.”
Mirnaa shivered — half from his words, half from the slow drag of him inside her — and buried her face in his neck.
Dubai – En Route (Flashback to Earlier Morning)
Vikram sat in the dim cabin of the chartered flight — Delhi to Dubai — window shade down, eyes fixed on nothing. The engines hummed steadily, but his mind was louder.
His mind reeled back to 4 AM that morning…
He had tried calling Mirnaa three times since 4 AM — straight to voicemail. Phone switched off.
He tried Bharath next — same result.
A cold knot twisted in his gut.
They’re fine. They’re safe. Bharath promised…
But the WhatsApp thread burned behind his eyes — his own typed words:
If she is willing… no force… no tricks…
He had said it on speaker.
Mirnaa had heard it.
And now — silence.
Krish sat across from him — phone in hand — face grim but calmer. At 4:30 AM, Swathi had called — voice sharp, worried.
“What happened?” she’d demanded. “Why are you two sneaking out like thieves?”
Krish had explained — the ambush, the deal, Aadharsh’s men, the hideout, Bharath’s help.
Swathi had gone quiet for a long moment.
Then — softly:
“Give the phone to Vikram.”
Krish had passed it over.
Swathi’s voice came through — warm but edged:
“Vikram… ever since we met, either you’re shedding blood for me or my husband. Worst of it all, still we don't even share a day together to speak..When men want my attention, you keep on avoiding me..
I heard you’re not a normal person — a shadow kind of don? I couldn’t control my laugh.”
A small, tired chuckle.
“Whatever this time — make sure you stay here for at least a week. I want to speak with you , hang out with you.. After your deals — Krish will go out for work to take care of his business. Let’s spend time together. And you need to see my kid. If not for you… I couldn’t have…”
Vikram had swallowed hard — throat tight.
“I’ll be there.”
The call ended.
Now — on the flight — Krish looked at him.
“She’s right. Stay. Rest. Let Bharath handle Mirnaa. She’s safe with him.”
Vikram nodded — but the knot in his stomach only tightened.
He stared out the window at the clouds sliding past.
Nothing would have happened… right?
He believed it.
He had to.
Goa – Villa – Afternoon
Mirnaa stretched lazily — body protesting every movement — and curled tighter against Bharath’s chest.
He kissed her forehead — slow, lingering.
“Rest,” he murmured. “You’ll need your energy.”
She smiled — sleepy, trusting.
“For what, my love?”
He didn’t answer — just rolled his hips once — still inside her — reminding her.
She gasped softly — then laughed — tired, happy, surrendered.
The six days stretched ahead — endless, dark, delicious.
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Finally Bharath and Mirna got into affair .
need more chapters on them
and swathis phone call to vikram..
so swathi x vikram and mirna x bharath
is that what you planned.
then whats the role for manya you were saying.
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Finally Bharat has Mirnaa under his spell of hardcore rough animal lust. Hope he makes her do unspeakable things in bed and also while out. More revealing cloths, asking her to roll her hips more while walking to make every onlooker hard. have sexx with her open air, on the beach itself, in a car, in resturant toilets, and movie theatres. BTW, I think all would love to see Mirnaa in a two piece bikini, we have been reading about it for a while, but have not seen her in that. And there are other sensitive places of a woman's body other than her lips, boobs and clit. Bharat should lick her from top to bottom, every inch of her lush body, making her surrender to the complete shameless slut wife that she actually is underneath that outward innocence.
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Chapter 100 - Mirna and bharath goes deeper while swathi and vikram starts
Bharath’s eyes cracked open dark, sated and he tightened his hold.
“Morning… or afternoon,” he murmured voice gravel-rough from sleep.
She smiled — tired, shy pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
“We should shower…”
He rolled them both — still joined — and carried her to the bathroom without pulling out. She laughed — weak, breathless — arms looping around his neck as he walked.
Sex - in the Shower
The shower enveloped them in a thick, swirling haze of steam and heat — water pounding down in relentless, heavy sheets that turned the glass walls misty and opaque, blurring the world outside into soft gray shapes. Bharath set Mirnaa on her feet beneath the spray, but he never let her go. His strong hands slid beneath her thighs with possessive certainty, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to leave faint red imprints. In one smooth motion he lifted her again, pinning her back against the cool, slick tiles with his body.
The sharp contrast between the scalding water cascading over her skin and the cold ceramic pressing into her spine made her gasp — nipples tightening instantly into hard, aching peaks.
He thrust up into her without preamble — slow at first — letting her feel every thick, veined inch as he stretched her tender, still-sensitive walls once more. She clung to his broad shoulders — legs wrapping tight around his waist — ankles locking at the small of his back, heels pressing into his muscles as if anchoring herself against the storm he was unleashing. Water sluiced down their bodies in warm, glistening rivulets — streaming over her breasts, down her stomach, mixing with the fresh arousal leaking from her core, running in silky trails along her inner thighs to swirl around their joined bodies and disappear down the drain.
He started gentle — rolling his hips in deep, languid circles — grinding so deep the head of his cock pressed insistently against her cervix with every slow withdrawal and re-entry. Then harder — faster — hips snapping upward with controlled violence — slamming into her with wet, echoing slaps that mingled with the shower’s roar and her rising moans. Her back arched off the tiles — breasts crushed flush against the hard planes of his chest — stiff nipples scbanging roughly against his skin with every thrust, sending sharp, electric sparks racing straight to her already overloaded core.
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Dinner & Return – Night
The seaside restaurant glowed softly under strings of warm fairy lights, candles flickering on every table, casting golden pools across white tablecloths. The ocean rolled in the background steady, low thunder while the scent of grilled crab curry and fresh coriander drifted on the breeze. Bharath and Mirnaa sat close knees brushing under the table sharing a bottle of chilled white wine that tasted of citrus and salt air. She wore a simple off-shoulder sundress the thin cotton still carrying the faint warmth of the day’s sun while he sat in an open linen shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms corded and tanned.
They ate slowly savoring each bite her laughter soft and tired when he fed her a spoonful of curry from his fork. She looked at him across the small table eyes soft, unguarded candlelight dancing in her pupils.
“Thank you… for today,”
she whispered voice barely carrying over the waves.
Her fingers brushed his on the tablecloth tentative, grateful.
“For letting me rest. For… being gentle when I needed it.”
Bharath’s smile was slow dark promise flickering behind the warmth in his gaze.
“The night’s not over,” he murmured thumb stroking the inside of her wrist once slow deliberate.
She flushed a small, knowing shiver running through her — but didn’t pull away.
They finished dinner in quiet intimacy her hand resting in his as they walked back along the moonlit path to the villa. The night air was cool against her bare shoulders — carrying the faint salt tang of the sea but inside her body still hummed tender, aching, alive with the memory of every touch from the night before.
Back at the villa — lights dimmed to a soft amber glow
Bharath locked the door behind them.
The room felt smaller , more intimate shadows pooling in the corners, the sound of waves filtering through the open balcony doors like a distant heartbeat.
He turned to her — eyes dark, intent — and reminded her quietly:
“What you should do at night.”
Mirnaa’s breath caught
a small, shy smile curving her lips.
She stepped close — close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body
and lifted her hands to the buttons of his shirt.
Her fingers trembled slightly not from fear, but from the quiet thrill of ritual
as she worked each button free, slow and deliberate.
With every inch of skin revealed toned chest, the faint trail of dark hair leading downward she leaned in and pressed her lips to the newly exposed flesh. Soft kisses reverent tasting salt and warmth and him.
When the last button gave way she pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders fabric whispering to the floor and kissed the center of his chest right over his heart lingering there as if sealing a vow.
Bharath’s hand slid into her hair gentle at first then fisted lightly tilting her face up so he could see her eyes.
“Good girl.”
He stepped back eyes raking over her then reached for the thin straps of her slip. In one sharp, practiced motion fabric tore a quick rip that left her standing naked before him dress pooling around her ankles like spilled moonlight.
“Tonight,” he said voice thick with hunger “anal. That’s the lesson for you.”
Mirnaa froze eyes widening shock flickering across her face like lightning. Her breath stuttered hands instinctively moving to cover herself though she’d been bare to him for days.
He stepped closer cupped her face in both hands thumbs brushing her cheekbones forcing her to meet his gaze.
“I’ll take it slow,” he promised — voice low, steady. “I promise. You trust me?”
She swallowed hard — throat working — searched his eyes for any lie.
Found only hunger… and patience.
She nodded slowly — small, trembling.
“Yes… my love.”
Bharath exhaled — a low sound of satisfaction and led her to the bed. He arranged pillows under her hips lifting her ass slightly positioning her on her stomach - vulnerable, open. She buried her face in the pillow breathing fast body tense with anticipation and fear.
He fetched the lubricant from the drawer — squeezed a generous amount into his palm warmed it between his fingers until it glistened. He knelt behind her one hand stroking down her spine in long, soothing strokes — calming her while the other circled her tight entrance with slick, gentle pressure.
“It’s called speed bump style,” he explained softly — voice soothing, almost instructional. “Slow circles at first… relax for me, baby. Breathe.”
The initial touch made her tense — a sharp inhale muscles clenching instinctively against the unfamiliar intrusion.
The ache was immediate — tight, burning — but he didn’t push.
He circled , patient letting the lube do its work whispering praise the whole time.
“You’re doing so well… just breathe… let me in.”
One finger — slow — careful — breached her. She whimpered — hands fisting the sheets — but the lube eased the way — the sting fading into strange, full pressure as he worked deeper. A second finger followed — stretching her wider — scissoring gently — preparing her. Her breathing turned ragged — pain and curiosity warring inside her — hips twitching despite herself.
When he finally pressed the head of his cock against her slick with more lube — she tensed again — breath hitching.
“Relax,” he murmured hand stroking her lower back. “Push back against me… just a little.”
She did — tentative and he slid in ,slow, inch by careful inch. The stretch was intense, burning bright at first — making her gasp into the pillow — tears pricking her eyes. But he paused — letting her adjust — whispering:
“Breathe… you’re taking me so beautifully… feel how full you are?”
The pain lingered — sharp, almost too much but the lube and his patience softened it , turned it strange, full strangely pleasurable as her body opened around him. When he seated himself completely, hips flush to her ass
she moaned low — long — hips rocking back instinctively.
He moved carefully
shallow thrusts
letting her feel every inch sliding in and out
hand stroking her back, her hair
whispering constant praise:
“So good… so tight… you’re perfect… feel how good it is now?”
The ache eased — melted — bloomed into heat pleasure curling low in her belly.
Her moans turned needy
hips pushing back to meet him
body learning the rhythm. He fucked her steadily
deeper — building speed — until the pleasure overtook the last threads of pain.
she came — quiet, shuddering — walls pulsing around him — crying his name into the pillow.
He followed groaning deep spilling inside her ass — hot pulses that made her tremble through the aftershocks.
Afterward
he pulled her close
rolled them onto their sides — still joined
kissed her deeply — slow — tasting her surrender.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her lips. “Is that what you feared and avoided with Vikram?”
She looked into his eyes
dazed, flushed — and kissed him voluntarily — soft, needy — tongue stroking his — answering without words.
Bharath groaned — low
rolled her onto her side again
entered her pussy this time
slow, sideways — deep,
intimate strokes that built gently until they both came once more
quiet, shuddering
bodies locked together.
They hugged — still joined — and drifted into sleep.
He whispered against her hair:
“Oral lesson is pending.”
She smiled sleepily — voice soft:
“Tomorrow, my love…”
The night passed early — nude, horny, yet Mirnaa felt strangely… lovely.
Same day in abroad - Early Morning
The flight from Delhi had been a restless red-eye cabin lights dim, engines a constant low drone. Vikram stepped off at 5:03 AM shoulders knotted, eyes gritty, the unanswered silence from Mirnaa’s phone gnawing at him like a fresh wound. Krish walked beside him
calm on the surface but Vikram noticed the way his friend’s thumb kept rubbing the wedding band on his left hand, small circles of anxiety.
A black SUV waited outside arrivals keys handed over by a silent attendant. The drive to Swathi’s flat took twenty minutes through pre-dawn streets cool air, empty roads, glass towers reflecting the first pale streaks of sunrise. Vikram stared out the window at the passing skyline — Burj Khalifa a distant silver needle trying not to check his phone again.
They parked in the underground garage of a sleek high-rise. The elevator ride was quiet mirrored walls throwing back their tired reflections. Krish’s thumb never stopped moving.
The doorbell chimed once soft, melodic.
The door opened.
Swathi stood there already dressed for the day in a simple yet elegant cream kurta and palazzo pants, hair neatly braided, light gold earrings catching the hallway light. She had clearly been expecting them makeup subtle, eyes bright despite the early hour. Her smile was warm genuine but carried that familiar edge of knowing confidence.
She stepped forward and threw her arms around Krish first pulling him into a tight, fierce hug.
“I missed you,” Krish murmured — voice low and rough — burying his face in her hair for a long second.
“Me too,” she whispered — fingers threading through the back of his shirt — then she pulled back and turned to Vikram.
“Welcome, Vikram… finally to my house.”
She stepped close and hugged him arms around his shoulders body pressing lightly against his for a brief, warm moment. Then without hesitation she leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. The touch of her lips was gentle but deliberate warm, slightly moist leaving a faint trace of her rose-tinted lip balm on his skin.
Vikram stiffened stunned the unexpected intimacy sending a jolt through him.
She kissed me… right in front of him?
Memories flashed years ago stumbling into a room and finding them both nude, laughing, unashamed.
Stop it Swathi don't scare him... he might feel offended,
Kris said its her way of thanking.. please don't feel irritated by her.
You saved me now right she is giving a kiss on cheek for it.
Vikram saw them playfull.
“You deserve it,” she said softly — almost tenderly. “Come in.”
The flat was modern open plan city lights glittering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Marble floors cool underfoot.
A baby’s soft cry echoed from deeper inside.
Vikram cleared his throat — voice unsteady.
“Sorry… I didn’t get any gifts for the baby.”
Swathi laughed — light, musical.
“You coming here is itself a big gift.”
She glanced at him.
“Come — I’ll show you the baby.”
Krish then turned to Vikram.
“First drop your bag. Third room is yours. Same as the master bedroom city view. Go freshen up. I’ll take care of the bags.”
Vikram not sure whose order he should follow, but he took krishs lead, he followed the hallway to the guest room. It was spacious king bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the waking city, en-suite bathroom gleaming. He set his duffel on the luggage rack unzipped it to pull out a fresh shirt then paused. The quiet of the flat felt too loud. He heard Swathi’s voice soft cooing to the baby and Krish’s low reply.
Krish tied a tower and went into shower.
Curiosity or something darker tugged at him.
He stepped back into the hallway followed the sound.
The bedroom door was ajar. Pale blue walls crib under a window with a view of the building tower glowing in the distance. Swathi sat in the bed .. blouse unbuttoned, her two big breast are out hanging...baby latched on, feeding quietly. The soft sounds of suckling and her gentle humming filled the room.
Vikram froze in the doorway.
Swathi looked up no embarrassment no move to cover or adjust.
What Vikram you came to see baby, I'm feeding, i will come with aby in few minutes wait in hall.
Vikram said sorry , i should have knocked the door .
“You’ve not seen me already?” she said voice gentle, teasing.
“You saw me nude long back — what’s the big deal?”
Sat awkwardly on the cushioned chair opposite to her room in hall.
eyes averted then drawn back despite himself.
Swathi finished feeding burped the baby then rose blouse still neatly in place, dupatta adjusted.
She walked to Vikram baby cradled against her chest and handed the little one over.
As she transferred the child his hand brushed her breast— soft, warm — deliberate.
Their eyes met — held.
Something electric passed between them — unspoken — dangerous — familiar.
Vikram swallowed hard throat dry.
Swathi smiled — slow, inviting — voice barely above a whisper.
“Welcome home, Vikram.”
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Chapter 101 – Back to the Present Timeline
[for connection - Read Chapter 1]
[it is after Vikram is beaten and unconscious he hears the sound]
Abandoned Mill...
Then the voices came — layered, overlapping, muffled at first, as if he were underwater.
Vikram could hear now... he woke from the past memories to present...
Someone came near to him, took his hand and checked his pulse
“Are you there…?”
“Open your eyes…”
“Sir — there is a pulse. Bring the stretcher—”
An ambulance siren screamed awake — shrill, relentless — slicing through the fog in his head. Tires screeched on gravel. Doors banged open. Rough hands lifted him — pain exploding white-hot across his temple. Blood trickled warm down the side of his face, coppery taste on his tongue.
He forced his eyes open — just a crack.
The world tilted and swam. White coats. Flashing red-blue lights. A stretcher rattling beneath him. His head lolled to the side — searching, always searching.
Mirnaa…
Four paramedics moved fast — strapping him down, shouting vitals. Voices overlapped — clipped, urgent.
“BP dropping — get the line in—”
“Head trauma — possible concussion—”
And then — slicing through the chaos like a knife — Bharath’s voice. Calm.
Too calm. Speaking into a phone, close enough that Vikram could hear every word.
“Mirnaa… he’s all good. He’s fine. Don’t — please don’t come out now. He escaped. It’s unsafe.”
A pause. Bharath’s tone softened — almost soothing.
“What? Wait — Shiney? She’s the person who got you into trouble.”
The siren stretched — endless — hours compressed into a single, piercing wail. Then — abruptly — silence. Only the screeching wheels of the stretcher remained — metal grinding against metal as they rushed him down a corridor.
A doctor’s voice — authoritative, clipped:
“FIR to come. Get the team ready.”
Some time late
A hand touched his — soft, trembling, achingly familiar. He instantly know it, the hand that once took him back to this world.
His Mirnaa.
He heard his voice, her sobbing..
“I’m sorry,” she whispered — voice breaking — tears wetting his knuckles. “I should have accepted you for what you are… I’m sorry. Please… please come back. I truly love you. Please wake up.”
Another voice — Shiney’s — gentle but firm:
“Mirnaa — control yourself. He’s a patient. Here — I’ll speak with the doctor. We’ll start the procedures soon.”
Mirna, please stop it Shiney.. i have done exactly like how you said.. you wanted me to stay away.. no see how he is.. ..
Mirna continuously sobs...
Heavy footsteps approached — measured, powerful — shoes on tile.
Bharath’s voice again — closer now — edged with something Vikram couldn’t place.
“Mirna—”
Before the rest could land — doctors’ orders drowned him out — monitors beeping faster — voices overlapping — urgent, professional. Vikram strained — ears searching desperately for her — for Mirnaa — but the noise swallowed everything.
Darkness rolled in again thick, suffocating.
Then a different voice
Swathi’s — clear, steady, cutting through the haze.
“Wake up, Vikram. It’s time to come out. We have big battles to fight. We have to do it for your people.. .”
Memories flooded jagged, violent. The ambush.
The rod. Bharath’s face above him — calm, almost pitying. Mirnaa’s scream cut off mid-breath.
More voices overlapping machines whirring — someone adjusting an IV.
he slowly got into sleep.
Swathi’s voice again closer now —soft, coaxing.
“Wake up, sir. I’ve prepared coffee for you.”
Vikram’s eyes snapped open.
He was in Dubai.
His memories travelled 1 year before the present timeline [Vikram in Krish Swathi Flat]
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