Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[jiivawonderland]

wow what a story.. 

So still there is hope for Vikram and Mirna to get back?

but iam very confused how Mirna and vikram can when she crossed too much..

[Muralimm]

the first episode action was happening is present but mrinaa crossed the line one year ago,!

Man its unimaginable what happened in the one year span of time between Vikram,m,mrinaa and Bharat

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 102 - Deep Lessons from Bharath Continues

At Krish place in the morning 

Sunlight poured through the tall windows and filled the guest bedroom with warm gold. Vikram woke slowly, his head still heavy from the concussion and his ribs aching with every breath. He blinked against the brightness, trying to remember where he was. Then the city skyline came into focus. Dubai. Swathi’s flat. Safe, for now.


A gentle knock sounded on the door. Swathi stepped inside carrying a tray with fresh coffee. She wore a simple yet elegant cream kurta and palazzo pants, hair neatly braided, looking fresh and composed even at this hour. She smiled softly and set the tray on the bedside table.
“Good morning, or good noon I suppose,” she said. “You slept through breakfast.”

Vikram pushed himself up carefully, wincing as pain flared across his side.
“What time is it?”

“Ten in the morning,” she answered while sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Krish is waiting for you. Today you have important deals to sign, right?”

He nodded, still trying to clear the fog from his mind. He reached for the coffee. The mug felt hot and solid in his hands. The strong black aroma helped ground him.

Swathi watched him quietly for a moment before speaking again.
“You have changed a lot.”

Vikram looked up, brow creasing.
“How?”

She gave a small smile, almost wistful.
“I will tell you later. After your deals are done. You will be spending a week here, right?”
He nodded once more, slower this time.

“Yes.”

Swathi stood and smoothed her kurta.

“Take your time. Have a bath and prepare for the meeting with your important client. Krish is in the study. He will brief you.”
She paused at the door and glanced back with soft but piercing eyes.

“And Vikram… breathe. You are safe here.”

The door closed quietly behind her.

Vikram sat still for a long moment, coffee mug warm in his hands, staring at the glittering city beyond the glass. Safe. 
The word felt strange on his tongue.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same Time

The villa door clicked shut behind them as they returned from breakfast The living room lay dim, lit only by the soft glow of balcony lights spilling in from the sea. Waves whispered beyond the glass doors. Mirnaa slipped off her sandals, bare feet silent on the cool tile, and turned to Bharath with a tired but curious smile.

“What will we do today? Any outing planned?”

Bharath locked the door with slow deliberation, then stepped close until his body heat wrapped around her. His hand settled on her waist, pulling her gently against him. His voice dropped to a husky murmur right beside her ear.

“Now I am going to teach you oral.”

Mirnaa’s face flushed instantly, cheeks blooming deep pink, eyes widening in surprise.

He leaned even closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Blowjob and deep throat.”

She swallowed hard, breath catching in her throat. Her voice came out small.
“I am not comfortable with the smell and the leaks.”

Bharath’s fingers tightened slightly on her waist, firm but not painful.
“Not for me,” he said softly. “Do it for at least Vikram.”

He paused, letting the words sink deep, then added in a low, commanding tone:
“You have no say here to say no.”

He reminded her quietly, voice thick with authority:
“What you should do you remember right?.”

Mirnaa’s blush deepened, but she stepped closer. Her fingers trembled only a little as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. She worked each one open slowly, deliberately, kissing every newly revealed inch of skin just as he had taught her in the ritual. Chest. Sternum. Lower ribs. When the last button gave way, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, kissed the center of his chest, then sank to her knees.

Bharath stood motionless, watching her with dark, hungry eyes as she undid his belt and zipper, pulling his inners down. His thick cock sprang free, hard and heavy, veins prominent, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

He reached for her top and tore it in one sharp motion. Fabric ripped loudly, leaving her bare from the waist up. Then her bra — unhooked with a quick flick — straps sliding down her arms — breasts bouncing free, nipples already stiff in the cool air.

He pulled her up for a wild, deep kiss, tongue claiming her mouth, hands roaming her naked back, squeezing her ass, before guiding her back down to her knees.

“I will guide you,” he said, voice thick with lust.

He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, cock standing proud.
Mirnaa knelt between his thighs, heart pounding, face inches from him.

He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, showing her the grip.
“First, take it in your hand.”

She did, palm warm, feeling him pulse against her skin.
“Now, kiss the tip.”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the head, soft and tentative, tasting salt and musk.
“Circle with your tongue.”


She obeyed, tongue swirling slowly around the ridge, tracing the slit, feeling him swell even harder.
“Now, take it.”

She opened her mouth and took the head inside, lips stretching around him, tongue flat against the underside. The taste was salty, strong, pre-cum coating her tongue. She pulled back gasping, eyes watering.

Bharath’s hand came to her ponytail, gentle but firm.
“Come on, you can.”

He guided her back, voice low.
“A husband gets the ultimate thrill only when things like this happen. Don’t you want to satisfy your husband?”

Mirnaa looked up at him, eyes glassy, then slowly took him back, deeper this time, lips sliding down his shaft.
Bharath placed his hand on her head, grabbed her ponytail, and said:
“I will guide you, darling.”

She looked up at him, wide-eyed.
He continued:
“When you take it yourself and suck, it is a blowjob. When I go deeper and keep your head still, it is face-fuck.”

He pushed, slow yet steady, deeper, until she gagged softly, eyes watering.
“Mmmm…” her muffled sound came as her mouth filled with him.

“And you need to drink my cum today.”
Her eyes widened in panic.
He said:
“It is a lesson. If you do not want, you can spit it out.”

Her face showed confusion, almost hurt, but she nodded obediently.

He bent down slightly and pushed her head in motion, guiding her like she was sucking his dick, slow yet steady. 

She started giving a proper blowjob, lips sliding, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing.

Meanwhile, Vikram, fresh from his bath, decided to call Bharath since Mirnaa’s number stayed switched off.
The phone rang.

Bharath saw the number and smirked. He did not ask Mirnaa to stop.

Mirnaa realized who it was. She tried to free his cock from her mouth, wanting to speak with Vikram.
But Bharath understood instantly. He caught her head firmly and stopped her from moving away.
Before he answered the call, he leaned down and whispered:

“Do you forget? This week you are completely mine. He is your ex-husband, and only I am yours.”
Mirnaa could not think straight, eyes wide, mouth full.

He answered the call on speaker, voice casual.
“Hey Vikram, all good there?”
Vikram:
“All good. How is everything there? I reached Dubai safely and today we are signing the agreement. Thanks to you.”

Bharath said smoothly:
“I must thank you for speaking with Mirnaa. She is calm and supportive. I am yet to convince her fully, but I hope soon she will.”

Vikram felt a wave of relief wash over him, believing sex had not happened yet. Bharath lied without hesitation.

Mirnaa was looking up at him, yet his cock remained deep inside her mouth, lips stretched, cheeks flushed.

Bharath pressed the mute button on the phone, kept it aside in bed and looked down at her.

“See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson.”

He gripped her head with both hands and started face-fucking her, slow at first, then deeper. Her throat worked, gagging softly, eyes watering.

He unmuted the call. 

answering in speaker


Vikram asked:
“What is Mirnaa doing?”


Bharath answered casually:
“I guess she is eating something in a restaurant.”

Vikram:
“Can you ask her to call me?”

Bharath:
“No, Vikram. If she keeps clinging to you, how will I get a chance? I was the one who put her mobile switched off. Maybe I will send our selfies later. Anything else?”

Vikram:
“No… what is Aadharsh up to now?”

Bharath:
“I will update you later. My friend Rishi is following them.”

While they spoke, Bharath kept exploring her mouth, pushing deeper, her throat bulging slightly, struggling with each thrust.



He reached his ultimate fantasy, cut the call abruptly by saying:
“Call you later. Aadharsh is coming in.”
He lied.

Then he threw the phone aside, caught her head with both hands. “Now it is time for deep throat, baby.”

He went on brutal mode.. Vikram's phone call made him made he unleashes his rage on her

She got suffocated and pulled herself off, gasping for air, but Bharath kept pushing her back. 

He fucked her face for ten full minutes, steady and deep, until he unloaded all his cum, hot and thick, filling her mouth completely.

She swallowed some, spit some , eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Afterward, voice hoarse, she questioned him:
“Why do you behave so rude since the session?”

Bharath noticed her face had changed a little. Doubt had crept in.

She asked:
“I have not spoken with him for days. 
What makes you think you can stop me from speaking to him? 
Ten minutes — can’t you give it for us?”

She tensed, stood up quickly, walked to her phone, and turned it on.
The screen lit up immediately — notifications flooding in.

Vikram’s messages. 
Missed calls.

She felt a pain.. Bharath watched her in silence, calculating every shift in her expression.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 103 - Private Conference Room – Mid-Morning


The conference room sat on the 47th floor of a discreet business tower near — floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides, city skyline glittering below like scattered diamonds. No company logo on the door. No receptionist. Just four men around a long black table and a single armed security guard standing silent by the entrance.

Vikram entered last. Krish walked beside him — calm, almost ceremonial — carrying nothing but a slim black pen drive in his pocket. The other two men already seated were older, sharp-eyed, dressed in tailored suits that cost more than most people’s cars. One was Emirati, silver-haired, gold cufflinks catching the light. The other was Indian-origin, late fifties, Rolex glinting on his wrist. They rose when Vikram stepped in — not out of politeness — out of respect.

Krish spoke first — voice steady.
“Gentlemen, this is Vikram.”

No titles. No explanations. Just the name.
The Emirati man inclined his head slightly.

“We have heard much.”
The Indian-origin man smiled — small, knowing.

“Sekaran spoke highly before… everything.”
Vikram felt the weight of their gazes. He had not asked for this room. He had not asked for their attention. Yet here they were — four of the most powerful men in the shadow network across four countries  looking at him like he already wore the crown.

Krish placed the pen drive on the table. It looked ordinary — matte black, no markings. He slid it toward Vikram.
“This is yours now.”

Vikram stared at it — then at Krish.
“What is this?”

Krish met his eyes — unflinching.

“The secrets you gave me. The ones you took from Sekaran. Everything — accounts, contacts, routes, leverage files, clean passports, offshore wallets. It is all here.”
Vikram’s voice dropped.

“I gave it to you so you could run it until Aadharsh was finished.”


Krish shook his head once — slow.

“That is not possible anymore. You are officially replacing Sekaran in the entire network. Our business will run in four countries. Dubai deal is not just signing a client. It is transferring the network to you.”

Vikram felt the air leave his lungs.

“I never asked for it. You need to run it for Sekaran. Once I get revenge on Aadharsh, I will move on to my own life.”
Krish leaned forward  voice quiet but iron.

“That is not possible, brother. You have to run this network.”
Vikram shook his head frustration rising.
“I am not interested.”

Krish slid the pen drive closer.
“It is what Sekaran wants. Check the folder yourself. You will know.”

Vikram stared at the drive for a long moment  then picked it up. He plugged it into the laptop Krish had already set up on the table. The screen flickered. A single video file sat in the root folder  titled simply “For Vikram.”
He clicked play.

Sekaran’s face appeared  older, thinner, hospital lighting harsh on his skin. Tubes ran from his arm. His voice was weak but steady.
“If you are watching this… my son has played a foul game. And it has happened exactly as I feared. Vikram — you are the only one I trust to hold this together. The network is yours now. Not Krish’s. Not anyone else’s. Yours. Run it. Protect it. Or it will fall — and everyone we have kept safe will fall with it.”

The video ended. Silence filled the room.
The Emirati man spoke first — voice calm.

“We have waited for this moment. Sekaran made it clear before he… left. The vote was unanimous.”
The Indian-origin man nodded.

“You are not just taking over accounts. You are taking over respect. Fear. Loyalty. All of it.”
Vikram looked around the table — four pairs of eyes watching him — waiting.
He felt the weight settle on his shoulders — heavier than any rod or fist.
“I never wanted this.”

Krish placed a hand on his arm — brief, brotherly.
“None of us did. But it is yours now.”
The Emirati man stood — extended his hand.

“Welcome, Shadow King --- Mr. Vikram.”
One by one — the others followed. Handshakes. Quiet nods. No fanfare. Just acceptance.
Security arrived outside — six men in black suits — armed, silent. They flanked the door. Not for show. For protection.

Vikram looked at Krish — voice low.
“Do not reveal anything about me in India yet. I am not ready.”
Krish nodded once.

“Your shadow mask stays on in Dubai. When you step back home we will decide then.”
Vikram exhaled — long and slow.

The most powerful men in the room now looked at him like he was the most powerful man.


Evening at Krish & Swathi’s Flat 


The dining table was set simply but with care — warm yellow light from the pendant lamp above, plates of chicken biryani, raita in a clay bowl, fresh salad, and hot naan wrapped in a cloth napkin. The city skyline glittered beyond the windows.

Swathi served Krish first placing the plate in front of him with the easy affection of long years together. She touched his shoulder lightly as she passed, a small private smile just for him. 
Only then did she turn to Vikram serving him second the same biryani, the same care, but her eyes held something different when they met his. Not reverence. Not fear. Just quiet, amused mockery the kind that said power had never impressed her and never would.

She sat down opposite Vikram 
legs crossed, posture relaxed.

“So,” she said  voice light  “you are now more powerful than Krish.”

Vikram gave a tired half-smile, fork paused above the rice.
“They say that way.”

Their eyes locked for a second longer than necessary.

Krish watched them both calm, almost amused —then spoke, voice low and steady.

“From now on he will not play from the front. I will do all the stuff he asks me to do — just like Sekaran used to do.”
Vikram looked up sharply.

Krish continued — tone matter-of-fact.

“Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I dont want opponents to smell your identity now.. You relax here in Dubai. Stay in Swathi’s company at home. No meetings. No running. Just breathe.”

Vikram opened his mouth to argue  but Krish raised a hand.

“Sekaran had a different identity in India. Everyone called him the Shadow King. You remember?”

Vikram nodded slowly. He remembered. The name had been whispered in fear — never said aloud in public.
Krish leaned forward slightly.

“That name belongs to you now. Not the face. Not the name Vikram. The shadow. The one who moves things without ever being seen.”
Swathi smiled  small, knowing — and took a sip of water.

“Tomorrow you relax,” she repeated voice soft but firm. 
“If needed, Krish, you go to the office. Let him stay here. Let him breathe for a day.”
She looked at Vikram again  eyes teasing, almost daring.

“You deserve it.”
Vikram felt the weight of the words settle on him  heavier than any rod or fist. He was no longer just a man trying to survive.
He was the Shadow King.

And the shadow had finally found its throne.
End of dinner.
The plates were cleared.




The city lights kept shining outside.
Vikram had turned off his mobile earlier due to the meeting — no distractions, no risk of interruption.

When he returned to his room after dinner and turned it on again, the screen lit up immediately.
A flood of notifications poured in.

Missed calls.
All from Mirnaa.

Dozens of them — starting from early afternoon and continuing late into the evening.
His heart slammed against his cracked ribs.

He scrolled frantically  messages, notifiactions growing more desperate.

The last message — sent just thirty minutes ago — stood out in bold:
Call me soon… please…

Vikram stared at the words  pulse roaring in his ears.
What happened to her? Did did Bharath took her?
Panic clawed up his throat.

His thumb hovered over her name  
The Shadow King had taken the throne.
But the woman he had fought to protect , the woman he had  to treasure , He traded her for the empire, for the revenge.. 
He decided to call right away...

The ring goes.....

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 104  - First Crack in Bhrath's Game


Same day in the morning.. 10-12 hours before Vikram's Call


She is still furious..
No one noticed her inner turmoil when Bhrath casually said in her ear

"See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson"

It might be thrill for him
but for Mirna, its landed like a mockery, 

Her eyes are watery
Bharath might thought she cried in ectasy or pleasure
Nothing she felt disgusted like Bharath showing a new face
shitting and making her and vikram like low. 

She was unsure what was happening.. 
minutes passed the pone was thrown and he grabbed her head and does it faster that aches her..

Her mind was filled like, why he is not allowing me to speak with him
One word why cant he let me speak and then continue whatever we do?

Why he is so roughly handling me. The thoughts accumulated her.

He fucked her face for ten full minutes, steady and deep, until he unloaded all his cum, hot and thick, filling her mouth completely.



She swallowed some, spit some , eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks.



Afterward, voice hoarse, she questioned him:

“Why do you behave so rude since the session?”



Bharath noticed her face had changed a little. Doubt had crept in.



She asked:

“I have not spoken with him for days. 

What makes you think you can stop me from speaking to him? 

Ten minutes — can’t you give it for us?”



She tensed, stood up quickly, walked to her phone, and turned it on.

The screen lit up immediately — notifications flooding in.



Vikram’s messages. 

Missed calls.


She felt a pain.. Bharath watched her in silence, calculating every shift in her expression.

Bharath didn't realize Mirna this time doesn't enjoy it, she did enjoyed when started but after the Vikram's call something hits her.


The blowjob training session had ended. One Hour Passed.
She is still furious.. 
Her jaw still ached faintly.
Her throat felt raw.

The taste of him lingered on her tongue — salty, thick, unmistakable even after she had swallowed everything he demanded.
She had done it.
She had taken him deep gagged struggled — but she had finished.

And yet the moment Bharath had hung up the phone after lying so casually to Vikram something inside her had snapped.
She felt odd.
Used.

Not in the way she had accepted before — not in the thrilling, forbidden way that had made her body respond even when her mind hesitated.
This time it felt different.
Wrong.

Her mind kept replaying the scene her mouth full of him, lips stretched, cheeks hollowed 
while Vikram’s voice came through the speaker asking how she was.
Bharath had not even paused.

He had kept thrusting slow, deliberate  while answering Vikram like nothing was happening.
While she struggled to breathe.
While she fought the urge to pull away and speak.

She had wanted to ask Vikram how he doing, nothing else.

She also had in mind to speak about the physical part, its an agreement betweem the sex, the training, the way she had started to crave it — so she could at least be honest.
So she could stop hiding.
But Bharath had stopped her.

His hand had gripped her ponytail tighter kept her head in place — silenced her with his cock while he lied to her husband.
Mirnaa stared at her phone again.
No calls.
No messages.

She picked it up — fingers trembling — and dialed Vikram’s number.
Switched off.
She tried again.
Same result.
Again.
Again.
Panic rose in her chest — sharp, sudden.
Something felt really off.

Why was his phone off?
Why had Bharath lied so easily?
Why had he mocked Vikram like that  “she is eating something in restaurant”  while she was literally on her knees?
Insecurities crept in like cold fingers.

Had she been naive?
Had she let herself be used?

Had the “training” the pleasure, the surrender  all been part of some bigger game she had not seen?
Which person who claim to love gets a thrill in making wife know husband on call and still used for sex. 
This was core which made her furious.. 

So is that not love
does Bharath used her for his sexual fantasies?

She stood up — legs shaky — and walked to the balcony railing.
The sea stretched dark and endless below.

She hugged herself — suddenly cold despite the warm night air.
Bharath watched her from the doorway — silent — stunned.
It was unbelievable to him.
A sudden shift in the game.

She had actively participated in the sexual journey with him enjoyed every bit — begged for rough, promised to drink his cum  and now one phone call, one interruption, and she reacted this way?

He stepped closer — careful  voice low.
“Mirnaa.”
She did not turn.
She stayed facing the sea — shoulders tense — little tears overflowing and tracing silent paths down her cheeks.

He tried again — softer.
“Mirnaa, please tell me what is wrong.”
She still did not answer.
She remained furious  quietly furious — staring at her phone as if it might light up with Vikram’s name at any second.
Minutes passed.
Hours passed.

She changed into a loose cotton nightdress — simple, modest — and sat on the couch  phone clutched in both hands — waiting.

Bharath sat across from her — elbows on his knees — watching her carefully.

“Mirnaa,” he began again — voice calm, measured. 
“Please tell me what is wrong. Vikram told us right  any issues we should sort it out and fix it — not bother too much.”

She finally looked at him — eyes red-rimmed, glistening.
“Do you really love me?”

Bharath blinked — caught off guard.
“Why do you get such doubt?”

Mirnaa’s voice cracked — quiet but steady.

“I crossed everything. Not just for you — for Vikram as well. I cannot tolerate even a single thing that even remotely hurts him.

I volunteered myself because I wanted to serve him better. Satisfy him.
But what you are doing — what we are doing — is wrong.

I allowed it that way. I thought let this slide in Goa and let’s begin new in Chennai.

But you seem to hurt Vikram by your actions.
I am not that naive that I don’t get the simplest thing.

What you said? "See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson"

are you playing us Bharath?
What is that thrill you getting us humiliated? what you are reffering to?

What is that choice of words — ‘she is eating something in restaurant’ — when your penis was in my mouth?
You wanted to indirectly tease him?

I won’t allow that.

If this is going to be this way — let’s stop.

Even if you feel i secretly crave sex and roughness from you and okay label me as bad as you want.. still i dont allow this.



Once Vikram calls, I will tell him and go to Chennai.”


Bharath stared at her — stunned.
He did not know how to respond.
They had sex.
She had loved it.
She had enjoyed every bit  begged for rough  swallowed willingly..
But now  this?

He realized — with a cold jolt — that he had miscalculated.
She had been falling — yes — but not all the way.
Not into blind surrender.

She had been doing it for Vikram.
Always for Vikram.
Even if its for her, she is not ready into humiliating Vikram.. 

Mirnaa looked at him — eyes steady despite the tears.
“Nothing is above my Vikram.”
Bharath swallowed — throat tight.

He had never expected to be beaten by Mirnaa  just like that.
He was surprised by the sudden enlightenment.
Was she really naive or had she acted all the way?


Bhrath reached near her his hand tried to calm her shoulder..

Mirnaa declared — voice firm:
“Nothing between us until Vikram calls.”
Hours passed.

Bharath tried — many times  soft words, apologies, explanations.

She did not listen.
She stayed furious  quietly furious — waiting for Vikram’s call.

At 11:30 PM  her phone lit up.
Vikram’s name on the screen.

Mirnaa panicked  heart slamming against her ribs.
She wanted to speak to him  open up  tell him the truth — but she did not know how.
Words failed her.

She kept staring at the screen  thumb hovering over “answer.”
Bharath came near her  slow  careful.

“I am sorry,” he said  voice low, almost pleading. “Let us speak first. I agree  let us open to Vikram. Not now — tomorrow.
Let us speak first.
Just for the sake of our togetherness — give me one chance.

I really did not know how and why this is happening.
Give me one chance.

It hurts when you doubt my love and sincerity… please…”
He pleaded.

Mirnaa looked at him  eyes conflicted  then at the ringing phone.
She answered.

“Vikram… how are you?”
Vikram’s voice came through  warm, tired, relieved.

“What is happening, Mirnaa? Any issues? Too many calls and messages…”
Mirnaa swallowed — throat tight.

“No… I missed speaking with you… so thought of a call.”

Vikram: “Didn’t you sleep?”
Mirnaa: “I was… but woke up to your call.”
Vikram: “Nothing issue right?”
Mirnaa looked at Bharath.
He did not plead.
He did not stop her.
He just looked at the phone — silent — waiting.

She wanted to tell Vikram everything right then — but the words would not come.
Not yet.
Not like this.

She said instead:
“I will call you tomorrow then. Hope you are having a good time there… good night.”

Vikram:“Sweet dreams. Love you.”
“Love you,” she whispered.
The call ended.

Mirnaa set the phone down  hands shaking.
She looked at Bharath — voice steady now.

“I am not giving you a chance.
I have decided to tell him.
Just help me how to open with him.”
Both looked at each other.

For the first time — Bharath’s action had backfired.
But would Bharath stop?

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 105 – Swathi's comfort and Rishi's plan


Dubai – Krish & Swathi’s Flat – Late Evening

Vikram ended the call with Mirnaa. The screen went dark in his hand. Her voice had been soft, distant, almost fragile. He had wanted to push, to ask what was really wrong, but the words had stuck in his throat. Fear held them back. Fear of what she might say. Fear of what he might not be able to unhear.

He stood on the balcony with the phone still warm against his palm. City lights glittered far below like scattered stars. The night air was cool and carried the faint hum of traffic along with distant music from somewhere in the tower. He stared at the empty display with his chest tight and then spoke aloud to no one.

“Mirnaa… you kissed him. You hugged him. I tolerated it. Yes I know I pushed you but it had reasons. I have no guts to hear anything else. Hope you stay pure for me as always…”

His voice cracked on the last word. He deleted the unsent voice note with his thumb trembling and leaned his forehead against the cool glass.
Behind him soft footsteps approached.

Swathi stood just inside the doorway holding a glass of hot water. Steam curled upward in thin wisps. She had been about to knock but froze when she heard his broken whisper.

She stayed silent and watched him speak to an empty phone. Her heart twisted. Usually she was not the type to be shocked by such things, affairs, betrayals, messy human emotions. She had seen it all. But Mirnaa was different. Kind. Naive. Innocent. The girl who had once blushed at simple compliments and who had never seemed capable of stepping outside the lines. Did she really have an affair now? Did Vikram already know? How could her head spin so fast from the man Swathi had always admired?

Swathi did not want to step into his thoughts. She had no right. But gratitude still lived deep inside her, gratitude for Vikram’s earlier help and for the sacrifices that had shaped the life she now held so tightly. She remotely wanted to help him even if only to listen. She knew how much he loved Mirnaa. But ever since he had arrived here she had noticed the change. Something harder in his eyes. Something colder in his silences. She had wanted to speak to him about it, to shed some light, to remind him who he used to be. He remained the most likeable person to her. She wished quietly that he would stay that way.

She cleared her throat softly.

“Vikram… hot water. It will help with the ache.”

He turned startled with his face flushing , he asked did you heard anything?

Swathi smiled no, did you scolding me or sort and stepped forward to hand him the glass.

He took it with his fingers brushing hers and his eyes dropping to the floor.

Swathi lingered for a moment and then spoke quietly.

“Tomorrow is a long day. Relax here. Stay in my company. Let me take care of you for once.”

Vikram looked up conflicted, grateful, afraid.

Swathi turned to leave and then paused at the door.
She looked back with eyes steady.

“And Vikram… I don't know what's bugging you but whatever happening you are still the man I respect. Do not forget that.”
It doesn't matter you are a driver or powerful man that Krrish respect, you are same for me then and now. 

The door closed softly behind her.

Vikram stood alone on the balcony with hot water steaming in his hand and city lights glittering below.

He had lost something. He just did not know how much yet.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same Night

Mirnaa slept on the couch. She had not done any drama, no shouting, no throwing things. She had simply gathered a blanket, curled up on the cushions, and turned her back to the bed. Bharath had offered to take the couch himself with his voice quiet and almost gentle. She had shaken her head once firmly and stayed where she was.

She had not slept half the night. Bharath knew.

He lay awake in the dark staring at the ceiling and listening to her uneven breathing from the living room. For the first time in weeks he felt the ground shift beneath him.


NEXT DAY 

Goa – Private Beach – Early Morning

Bharath walked the beach alone.
All the previous days he and Mirnaa had come out together hand in hand laughing at the waves and stealing kisses in the surf. Today he came alone.

The sand was cool under his feet and the sky was pale gray before sunrise. He walked far enough that the villa disappeared behind a curve of palms and then stopped. 


He pulled out his phone and dialed Rishi.

Rishi answered on the second ring.
Bharath did not waste time.

He said : I need help, Mirna looks like turned against me
in my mission towards Mirna, half of them are your ideas.. now something middling the plan i could not crack it
You need to fix this for me

Rishi said: Tell me whats bothering you..
He told every single detail word for word memory by memory.



The first meeting. The car trip. How she loosened up. The music and games on the beach. How she laughed and played along. His proposal. The trauma story. The way he tricked her into sex. Their plan together. The guilt trip they co-orchestrated. Making Vikram give permission with the “if she consents” lie. The voluntary lessons. Her surrender. Her admission that she liked the roughness. And then last night after the blowjob and deep throat lesson she changed.


Rishi listened silent absorbing every word.

When Bharath finished Rishi asked:

“Explain more. Reshare the memories word by word exactly.”

Bharath did repeating every line every whisper every moan.
Rishi listened again longer this time.
Then he spoke calm and almost amused.

“Why do you think too much? You had sex right? Just pull her hair and make her addicted again to sex.”
Bharath’s voice came sharp.

“Idiot what if Vikram finds out? Did you forget Vikram has grown into someone unbeatable? Offending him will be an end card.”
Rishi laughed softly.

“Then I am glad you made a sensible move by not forcing her.”
Bharath exhaled frustrated.

“I phoned you because I still cannot understand why she suddenly turned against me.”
Rishi thought for a minute and then continued.


“Let me ask a few questions. After getting all the answers I will tell you the real issue.
 I almost caught it just re-accessing through your words.”

Rishi:
“Did you love her?”
Bharath:
“No.”
Rishi:
“Did she?”
Bharath:
“She liked me but love I am not sure. Maybe she got hitched by me off late and she was once wished to marry a cop. And I am being one her attraction on me was easy.”
Rishi:
“So it is 50-50.”

Rishi:
“So what is the reason you think she came all the way to your bed? Is it your physical attraction or money?”
Bharath:
“Nothing. I made a lot of stories and drama like I faced several losses in life I said she had saved me then I loved her sincerely I even made stories like I saved her husband’s life and saved her dignity a lot of times. All these and the double agent work for Aadharsh and Vikram asked by Vikram that I made a deal with her husband and he pushed her to me like we both manipulated her into accepting this as kind of normal like more into helping.”

Rishi:
“How did the sex start?”
Bharath:
“I manipulated her with my trauma story and tricked her into sex.”

Rishi:
“Did she like it? What was her mindset? Did she get ready for next day for another sex?”
Bharath:
“No I had to speak to her had to force Vikram with the situation with Aadharsh and fooled both. That is when she said okay.”

Rishi:
“Is that all you did to get her active into sex?”
Bharath:
“I lied like Vikram is disappointed in sex she bought the lie. So she actively got into it.”

Rishi laughed short and knowing.
“Man I know the way. The way Mirnaa cannot say no to next time but the Goa chapter I guess it came to a point.”

Bharath:
“What?”

Rishi:
“Calm down now I can guess what happened.”

Rishi continued with voice steady and clinical.

“Mirnaa from the first had been siding with you just for a few reasons. She pitied you your losses felt gratitude for saving her and her husband you had a heroic image built unknowingly the cop flavor and your love lies totally shook her barriers but it was Vikram who broke it by pushing her to you with his own schemes for the double agent deal. So it is she pitied you she acknowledged your love she wanted to repay your help and sacrifice most importantly her husband been an X factor. In all above reasons she did it for him. Even the drama on sex training she did it for Vikram.”

Bharath stayed silent.

Rishi:
“You had a chance to turn it completely to you but you missed it. You thought she is a bitch like when you sexed her she will surrender to you. You did not understand it did not happen because of love or anything that she will cling on you. It is out of your dramas. When the X factor is Vikram you made her fear by humiliating him. She did not succumb to your fantasy so she is restraining. It is like she started doubting you your intention your love and even everything. But somewhere the trust is still not broken that is the reason she still stays here and waits for Vikram’s call. She fears something is wrong so she is waiting for his take on this. Even if Vikram called and said okay go and bed him again she would not be cooperating like before.”

Bharath:
“I do not believe it. She asked for roughness I know deep down she wanted the heat. She is a bitch Rishi just acting like noble.”

Rishi:
“Okay maybe she wanted the heat she needs it secretly but at cost of what? Her husband’s dignity respect? 
She thinks you are not yet worthy enough to get that level. As simple as that.”

Bharath realized what it is.
He asked:
“You are the one who gave me the trauma drama idea. Give me something that I can get her back.”
Rishi:
“What is there to be possessive about her? You tasted her just leave it.”

Bharath:
“No I am in middle. Aadharsh is still out Vikram turns powerful now clinging to Mirnaa is needed. Somewhere it will be useful.”
Rishi nodded though Bharath could not see it.

“So what do you exactly want?”

Bharath:
“I want to be in the zone of Vikram and Mirnaa. Especially wanted to be in sexual relationship for few months.”

Rishi:
“You can be in their zone but not in sex. But it is not impossible. Like I said earlier you can get her back but a long game.”
Bharath:
“Tell me.”

Rishi:
“All you had to do is make her look at your love again. A small trust is still there make it stronger make you dependable despite all odds. She anyway wanted to go clean with Vikram right? You too come clean.”

Bharath:
“How to do that?”

Rishi:
“Right away book a nearby room single room for you. Make her stay in the room where you had sex she might think about you. Not just sex she will feel you gave her much needed space. Stay away from all sexual fantasies but be friendly again never leave that space she will gain trust organically. Don’t even attempt to kiss make her feel wanted. Don't give any reasons, just stay calm, reason her only if she wants, when she ask for reasons it means you need to give her a buyable reason, she wont ask now, you don't give one"

“For coming clean do not let her say to Vikram you race ahead just tell him the way you want. Take things in your control.”

“In simple way stay in Goa do nothing watch her gain trust make her see your love confuse her if all her doubts were a misunderstanding. In Chennai some day she will be in your way. But that time she will not return back.”

Bharath:
“Man I am blessed to have you as a friend. Whenever I am stuck with ideas you help me.”

Rishi:
“Smiled then then then.”

Bharath understood and sent an amount to Rishi’s bank.
“Enjoy.”




Dubai – Krish & Swathi’s Apartment – Same Morning

Krish woke early and left for the client meet.
Vikram bathed and came out in a towel. He heard baby sounds and stopped.
He stepped toward Krish’s bedroom to see the baby.

He had a reason, Deep inside a curiosity arose.
Last time he saw Swathi’s breast 

The thought now actually made his other issues had faded away.
He stepped near. The bedroom door stood slightly open.

There was Swathi feeding the baby with her blouse parted and her breast visible to his eyes.
Their eyes locked.

[jiivawonderland]

Not sure where the story is going. But you are not giving us real winner.

Twist in every chapter.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 106 – Forbidden that Sucks


Krish & Swathi’s Apartment – Morning


Vikram stepped nearer. The bedroom door stood slightly open. Soft baby sounds drifted out with small coos and the gentle rhythm of suckling. Curiosity pulled him forward with the same quiet pull he had felt last time he glimpsed Swathi feeding. Back then the sight had briefly pushed away his other troubles. Now it felt different, heavier, more dangerous.

He paused at the threshold.
There was Swathi seated in the rocking chair with her blouse parted just enough for the baby to latch. Her breast was visible, full, soft, dark nipple glistening with milk. The baby nursed contentedly with tiny hand flexing against her skin.

Their eyes locked.

Swathi did not flinch or cover herself. She simply looked up at him calm and almost amused and spoke softly.

“Why are you staring like this? You need my milk?”

Vikram blinked with his face heating and words tumbling out before he could stop them.

“I do not understand why you are so open to me.
That day you kissed me on the cheek when I arrived. 
Even Krish did not say anything.”

Swathi laughed light and easy with the sound filling the quiet room.

“So you think I am inviting you with kisses and showing my breast to have sex with you?
 You think my husband is trading me to you for some benefits?”

She shook her head still smiling.
“Sorry Vikram I do not want others to trade me. I trade myself.”

Vikram stood frozen unsure whether to laugh or back away.
Swathi continued with voice gentle but direct.

“We are like this. We are in an open marriage. 
He loves me most and I do the same. In the same house I have had sex with a few he never asked. This works for us.”

She adjusted the baby slightly with eyes never leaving Vikram’s.

“Do you forget I had a gay husband? And to relieve myself I hit some private pubs Krish met me and fell in love when I was hooking up with someone. Long story. You do not need to know it.”

She paused and then added:
“And for breast exposure if there was someone else maybe I would have hidden it. But you already saw me nude right? I mean when I and Krish were having sex you worked for my ex father-in-law as driver due to pressure you sneaked in and saw us. Nude. We had a chat right away. I almost thought you were gay then not interested in my body your eyes never scanned me in the wrong tone. 

One of the reasons I respected you a lot.”

Vikram swallowed hard. 
He remembered that night clearly the shock the awkward conversation how he had backed out fast.

Swathi’s voice softened.
“But the moment you landed here your eyes are hunting. I know you are changed.”

Vikram knew exactly what she was talking about. Yes he had changed.
Power pain betrayal revenge all of it had carved something harder inside him.

Swathi continued:
“Back then you never looked at any woman. Today it seems different. Does power change you so much?”

Vikram laughed short and bitter.

“You know what if you had not married after my marriage with Krish I would have slept with you for gratitude.”

Vikram laughed again startled.

“What?”
Swathi smiled.
“Yes.”

She shifted the baby to her shoulder burped her gently then set her in the crib.
Vikram now:
“Swathi I am not sure. I cannot see the old selfless Vikram. What I see here now is powerful attitude cunning and more hunting.”

Swathi looked at him with eyes narrowing slightly.

“I am sure you would take some ladies abusing your power.”
She said it like a joke light teasing.

But Vikram answered proudly.
“That is the one power can buy.”

Swathi was surprised. She looked at him with expression shifting from amusement to quiet disappointment.

She turned away reached for a simple half-sleeved gown from the chair slipped it on. 
The fabric was thin sleeveless giving a generous view of her cleavage and the curve of her thighs.

Vikram continued:
“Then why did you want me to relax in the house? All this sends me a wrong message.”

Swathi turned back with voice calm.
“I just wanted to speak with you share a lot of stories. Ever since you saved me and Krish we never really had a good time spending alone. You married. I married. Family business. I am all alone in Dubai and ever since I delivered a baby twenty months back I am all alone.”

She paused and then added:
“I also have something to speak with you other than that.”

She walked to the crib checked the baby then looked at Vikram.
“Come. I need to discuss.”

Vikram sat on the edge of the bed with eyes on her.

She expected him to follow her out to the living room to sit and talk properly.

When he did not move she understood.

Swathi walked closer stood in front of him pulled up her sleeveless gown dropped her breast and guided it to his mouth.

“Come this is what you wanted right?”

Vikram started biting aggressively with teeth grazing her nipple.


Swathi gasped and then said:
“Do not bite just suck.”

She moaned softly with fingers caressing his hair. She smiled down at him with voice teasing while he sucked.

“Do you even know what you are doing?
I am your friend’s wife. 
You are cheating Krish. 
I am cheating Krish.”

Vikram pulled back just enough to speak with lips wet with milk.
“All is fair in love and sex.”

He quickly removed his shirt and pants left only in his boxer briefs. His erection strained against the fabric.
He winked.
“It is a thrill. You should not feel bad.”

Swathi smiled with eyes gleaming.

“You are making me impure. Won’t I need to stay pure for him?”

Vikram pressed her breast hard with fingers digging into soft flesh.
“Your body may need it Swathi.”

Swathi smiled wider. Then she asked a question that hit him like ice water.
“Then why did you ask your wife Mirnaa to stay pure for you?”

Vikram froze with mouth still close to her breast eyes wide.
Swathi raised an eyebrow like it was a joke but her gaze was sharp.
The room suddenly felt too small.

[Muralimm]

Swathi asked Good question

Mrinaa never give up her love at any cost
Both women are simple good at character

Truly amazing man I like this drama because there is no drama then there is no action

[DeanWinchester00007]

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 ❤️

 
Hahahahah , Same here . I also left the story after that update , For me it was too soon . She just fell for him too quickly , He did not even do much. She was my favorite character . Everything was going fine , Then suddenly Dumbing down of VIKRAM and MIRNA started . 

BHARAT's character becomes too INVINCIBLE  .

Personally I hate INVINCIBLE characters , Suddenly the Story started anchoring around BHARATH , and I also lost interest in it . I just wanted to if someone else's feels the same . lol . 

Adarsh and VIKRAM fight kept me interested but again BHARATH's undefeated ARC and VIKRAM dumbing down made me quit the story . 

But This is my personal take , The story is great regardless  , Writing is phenomenal . 

And I know that you might have already started working on your next story so  , I will be going to read that one . 


   again for your wonderful stories . 


( Comments are for fun   )

[Hotgiri]

The story is going in other Directions and Bharat is looking as most powering manipulating Mirnaand Vikram which should not happened

The story name is Mirna Hot Innocent wife of Vikram- but in the last few episodes you shows him like She is a Slut who on the name of making happy to Vikram having sex session with Bharat, Hiw an innocent wife who is not satisfying husband need having freely fucked by Bharat

If u r planning to have Bharat n Mirna sex for 3 month which Bharat want this affair for that much duration its loosing all essence of story

Mirna shoud know about Bharat plan now n should have 2-3 sex session with Bharat to expose his plan with Vikram consent

At the end Vikram n Mirna should be winners and Less sex between Bharat n Mirna onward

[jiivawonderland]

Irony at its best

Vikram's wants Swathi to cheat but Mirna to stay pure for him

perfect question from Swathi.

Lol.

Mirna now stopped with Bharath 

Bharath plans with rishi takes an interesting route, so he going to pursue again for second time?

post updates soon

have too many opinions but cant stop reading. your writing is too good.

[Munda007]

I think Mrina will need both men in her life. She will seek comfort, stability from Vikram while Bharath will fulfill her sexual desire.

[Siva40]

Amazing narration with Twists and turns

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 107 – Swathi's advice


Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Morning (continued)
Vikram sat motionless on the edge of the bed with Swathi's taste still lingering on his tongue. The milk was warm and sweet but now it felt heavy like guilt made liquid. Her gown hung loose around her shoulders and her breast remained partially exposed with dark nipple still wet but she made no move to cover herself. She stood in front of him calm and unflinching with eyes steady on his face.

Vikram's stomach twisted. Shame burned hot in his chest. 
Did she hear what he was saying to his phone last night?

Swathi spoke first with voice quiet and firm.
“I let you drink from me to begin this conversation.
 To let you feel the hypocrisy of what you said. You tasted what you forbid her to give anyone else.”

Vikram looked down at his hands with fingers still trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment.

Swathi continued:
“You wanted her to stay pure. Demanded it. While you yourself are here cheating your friend abusing the power you just received.”

Vikram realised she had heard his words last night

The words landed like stones in still water. 
Vikram flinched.

Swathi leaned forward slightly close enough that he could smell the faint jasmine on her skin.

“What happened to you Vikram? 
Why are you like this? 

Few minutes back you are proudly telling me you abused power to take ladies out there.
Back then whenever one eyed my body you never cared even when I was naked you never. I saw the power in your eyes the authority the honesty where it went all. You know your eyes tell me you are crooked ambitious and even worse. I am disappointed.”

Vikram could not move a bit.
He picked up his pants wored them on and put on his shirt.
He went out and sat on the couch.
Not because he could hate her confrontation, because he himself realised he is turning into someone else he never thought 

Swathi came twenty minutes later.

Both could not speak to each other. Swathi was little disappointed.


She said:

“Vikram I just wanted to speak with you and share our stories. 
But never thought you had a different view now and you needed me sexually? 

You know what but it did not shake me. 

What shook me is that you are shouting at your empty phone. 
Not just you turned into something... I did not expect but you made Mirnaa too? 
See I wish you to lead a great life. 

I do not know what happened to you what is the thing with Mirnaa. 

After a pause, Swathi seemed to assumed something bad on mirna.. she continued

But the one thing I know is whatever happening with Mirna you seem not interested in it I mean you have no say in it. 
Mirna turned into bitch after seeing some money and becoming rich?”

Vikram:
“Stop it Swathi what do you know about Mirnaa. She is pure she is innocent naive.”

Swathi:
“I heard every word you said last night you hugged him kissed him. Which wife does that to other man?”

Vikram saw her like have you not?.

Swathi said:
“Exclude me I am special.”

She laughed lightly. Vikram too a small.
The heated exchange turned light suddenly.

Swathi took his hand.
“If something is bothering tell me something you could not do it tell. I will show my gratitude this way.”

Vikram took a long moment. 

He had no friends he had no person to share his secrets to tell and seek validation. Earlier he had Sekaran but even to him he had not said it. When he was about to say he is no more. 

Now he had Swathi. He did not know if she would get him solution but he decided to speak his heart out. 
A lightness all he wanted.
He decided boldly to tell her.

Vikram:
“Swathi I traded Mirnaa.”

Swathi:
“What?”
Vikram:
“Yes to restart the empire to bring back Sekaran legacy I had to sacrifice a bit to do what I have envisioned. A revenge on Aadharsh.”

Vikram:
“But I did not sacrifice full she is still mine I have masterfully orchestrating things that are in my control.”

Swathi:
“What you did to her tell me fully.”

Vikram took a deep breath he started from the start.

How Sekaran end was how Vikram wanted a revenge by building back his empire how Bharath was lusting for Mirnaa even before Sekaran dead. Bharath was useful but I did not give her for simple deals I wanted him to be a double agent even Krish did not know. For being a double agent his demand was to date Mirnaa now they are in Goa. No one knows.

Swathi:
“What Goa how did she accept all these? To date kiss and things.”

Vikram explained all in detail how Bharath had a leverage about his secret past his affairs plus his high hand in deals. Then how he pushed Mirna strategically all.


After hearing it for twenty plus minutes Swathi head wobbled.

“You both manipulators twisted her into something awful shit. 
Is the revenge above your love? 
Are you that blind? 
See Sekaran is no more he is gone. What did you get by revenging Aadharsh? 

Vikram what have you done?”

Vikram realized it but it was too late.


Swathi took a deep breath.

Then she got clarity she asked:
“What is next? Do you think they are still in your control?”

Vikram:
“Should be.”

She then said:
“Maybe they already had sex.”

Vikram:
“What?”

Swathi:
“The pattern says no calls from her suddenly call me text all signs of her adultery and then guilt.”

Vikram:
“No way.”

Swathi:
“If that is so what will you do?”

Vikram:
“I will finish him.”

Swathi:
“Then will you be happy with her? Won't Mirna see your dark side without even telling him?”

Vikram looked at her.

Swathi:
“First you need to find a way to keep him away from your family 
then one day you need to tell everything about you to her. 
Do not hide do not run.”

Vikram listened.

But before that my intuition says you need to be prepared for what you not wished.

Vikram:
“You think they had sex?”

Swathi:
“100 percent as I said earlier.”

Vikram hands moved to his head.

Swathi saw an uneasy Vikram now. His hands trembling.
Swathi hands reached his head and said:

“I am not saying this to instigate or mock you. 
I am telling this to be well prepared and handle the situation from there.”

Swathi:“Vikram imagine we have cheated Krish and I am someone like Mirna. You made me cheat by playing some tricks and I think Krish knows all along. What would you expect my husband to do with me?”

Vikram:
“He would take pistol and point at both of us.”

Swathi:
“Idiot that is not what I asked. What do you think I would expect that everything can be normal back?”

Vikram:
“Normal? How could it be normal you cheated him.”

Swathi: “Because I believe Krish knows this I believe Krish wanted this for our betterment of sexual life and desire. 
How would I know Krish never contended for it and it is only a deal.”

Vikram puzzled.

Swathi:
“Imagine if Krish said why did you cheat me to me I never know it I was being played for a power game. Imagine the mindset , mental state, turmoil, trauma... wont i get  mentally get affected? Psychologically drained?”


Swathi then said:
“This is the exact case with Mirna she never knew you did not want it she believed you are allowing them for gratitude. 
And you are contesting her if she is okay to have sex with Bharath. 

She will not just feel being played for power struggle. 
She will feel like used. 
She will feel betrayed. 
She will lose trust on humans being. 

It is complicated than you think Vikram.”


Vikram: “Wont a woman know her place even if pushed by husband”

Swathi:
“Stop it Vikram. You brainwashed her. It is you who pushed. Every human has desire some may be hidden some are out there you gave her all reasons to go. Now you wanted her to behave?”

Swathi:
“Do you even realise what you have done?”

Vikram eyes teared. He knew he made a blunder a mistake.

Come out of your idiotic hypocrisies, and looking practically...

Your action may break her completely or destroy her. 

If you don't want her in life do what ever you want, 

If you care for her. Then first recover her from him, don't break her mental state, go along with her and slowly change her and get her in your control.. Once you recover her.. tell me, i will ask krish to deal bharath. By the time you would have completed all that should be done with aadahrsh there. 

Vikram nodded: What should i do, should i call her now.



Swathi said: Calm Down, take it slow.. we need to speak and fix words.

“We have to be careful about it. First let us phone her tonight.

Do not let her know you never consented to them 
do not let her know you played with her 
do not let her know you traded her for power. 

Talk to her see what she is up to, i mean the scenario in goa

 if she said she had sex but she fear 
- tell her that is okay you need not continue. 

If she says she likes it then 
- tell her our gratitude is done let us slowly withdraw. You need to talk her slow how this would affect a family!”


“If she say he is forcing
-  that is only place you need to react otherwise do not scold her. 

Just accept her for what she has done. Give her confidence. But never send her to that path again. Protect her.”


Vikram lifted his eyes meeting hers.
Swathi's gaze softened but only a little.

“I am in an open relationship. I will not be emotionally invested. But Mirnaa would be. That is why I say it is not a thing for her. Just get her back. Do not throw your tantrum on her. Call them later. Message her she will react. Calmly speak with her. You are fooling yourself by telling yourself nothing happened.”

Vikram swallowed hard.

Accept her. Protect her. Take control later.

Vikram exhaled long and shaky.

Swathi watched him patient waiting.
He finally spoke with voice rough.

“I do not know how to do this. I do not know how to accept it.”

Swathi reached out placed her hand on his shoulder gentle but firm.

“You start by breathing. Then you call her tonight. I will join you. Then you listen. Then you decide what kind of man you want to be. Man who accepts accepts and change things or a man who is going to freak out and complicate.”


Vikram thought for a second and said.. 

Bharath seemed to have overstepped a lot 
during phone call i will get a clarity
i wont leave him to you guys, i know how to punsih him.. 

[Muralimm]

True words from Swathi this is big turning point face

The Goa scene and this scene is both are same time format

Super script writing man superb

[sunilserene]

Wow very sexy natural and by the way u r a mental healer

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 108 - Mirna's doubt and Bharath's confession!


Goa – Beachfront Villa – 11 AM


Mirnaa woke on the couch with her neck stiff and eyes swollen from crying half the night. The blanket had slipped to the floor and the room felt too quiet without Bharath's usual morning sounds. She sat up slowly and looked toward the bedroom door. It was open and empty. The bed was made neatly as if no one had slept there.

She found the note on the kitchen counter — simple white paper folded once.

“I am giving you the space you need. I am in room 407 at the beach hotel. I love you — no pressure. Just talk when you are ready.”

Mirnaa stared at the words for a long time. Relief washed over her first  cool and sudden ,like breathing fresh air after being underwater too long. Then guilt followed sharp and familiar. She had pushed him away last night, refused him — slept apart  and now he had left quietly without argument.
She spent the day alone.

She walked the beach barefoot, waves lapping at her ankles , remembering good moments: music in the car, laughter during games, his hand in hers under the sun. Those memories mixed with bad ones — the phone call , his whisper in her ear while Vikram's voice came through the speaker, the way he had kept her mouth full so she could not speak. The humiliation burned fresh.

She sat on the sand staring at the sea. Doubt crept in soft and insidious.
What if she had misunderstood him?

What if the “thrill” comment was just dirty talk — not mockery?

What if Bharath really loved her, really meant the apologies  and she had overreacted?

He had moved out  given her space  without forcing anything. That was not the action of a man who only wanted sex.
Or was it?

She looked at her empty phone. No messages from Vikram.

 No calls. She opened the call log and stared at his name  thumb hovering over the button. She wanted to confess everything right then but the words would not come. 

Confidence failed her. Fear held her back.

She put the phone down and hugged her knees. Confession could wait. Just one more day. 

Bharath doesnt know his simple act of give her space had immediate effect on her

Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Afternoon


Vikram sat on the couch with his phone in hand. Swathi had left him alone for a while, giving him space to process. He stared at Mirnaa's name on the screen, thumb hovering and heart pounding.



He decided to send a voice note instead of calling. Something calm. Something safe.

He pressed the record.



“Hey love… I had work all morning. Is everything okay in Goa?



 I will call tonight when things slow down. Miss your voice. Love you.”



He sent it , exhaled — and leaned back.



Swathi walked in from the kitchen, two cups of coffee in hand  and sat beside him.



“She will react. Give her time. She will come up with better words”



Vikram nodded, still staring at the phone.


Goa – Beach Hotel – Room 407 – Late Afternoon


Vikram sat on the couch with the phone gripped tight in his hand. Swathi sat beside him  silently  watching his face. The voice note he sent to Mirnaa earlier had gone unanswered. The silence from Goa felt louder than any scream.



His phone rang suddenly — Bharath's name on the screen.



Vikram's jaw clenched. He answered on speaker  voice low and edged.

“Bharath.”



Bharath kept his tone even.



“Vikram. I need to talk..”



Vikram stayed silent , waiting for knuckles already white.



Bharath started without a preamble.



“We had sex. Mirna and me.”





Vikram's breath caught — sharp — like something snapped inside his chest.



“What?”



His voice came out low — dangerous.



“Did Mirna agree and gave consent to have sex with you?”



Bharath: “Agreed but not fully consent. But before that I had to trick her.”



Vikram's free hand clenched into a fist nails digging into his palm. 



Swathi touched his arm gently , eyes warning him to breathe. 



He forced air through his nose  slowly — but the fury stayed.



“Trick?” “Half Consent” Vikram repeated — voice tight.



What the fuck you are talking about.. 



 “Explain that word. Now.”



Bharath continued — voice steady — measured.





Bharath: Stay calm and listen to me fully.

If you want to know fully.





Vikram: Continue!

“I used my trauma story and tricked her into sex. Her consent was half , but we know right — I was in your double agent deal for Mirnaa and sex.





You had already won Aadarsh, I had nothing big in my pocket! All i risked being a double agent is to have good sex with her… she kept delaying , you keep winning, i feared at this rate i have risked everything for nothing.. So i had to and i had tricked her





Vikram: Bastard, i only asked you to have sex when if only she gave consent, you overstepped



Bharath: Clam, down it's just a tip of what I had to say.. That trick only for start.. After that for two days we had sex.



Vikram: How come!!! What ?



Bharath: It's simple .  I lied to her that you were disappointed in sex , used that to brainwash her to get trained for different sex. She did it for two days. I turned off her phone. We were actively in sex. 



Vikram: So this is your true face! How dare you had lied, manipulated my wife into sex



Bharath: If not, do you think your wife would bed me? Vikram you need to come to reality i have to do it.. I have to lie about it so that she wont feel like a slut who bedded me for her husband's business prospects.. 



Vikram suddenly went silent



Bhrath: But that's not the issue here, something is not right now



Vikram: What Happened?



Bharath: I did everything right but I underestimated her love for you.. Yes I tricked her into sex, had even manipulated her to open her in more sex and newness, But I mis stepped by humiliating you — not directly  last time when you called she was not sleeping. I was deep throating her and I said in her ears something like we are having sex while your husband is on the phone and laughed. It backfired. She got offended. She got doubts. She fears I used her. She fears you may not know a lot.”



Vikram's breathing grew sharp — chest rising and falling fast.



“You deep throated my wife — while I was on the phone — and laughed about it?”

His voice cracked open — fury spilling out.



“You think I will sit here and accept that? You think I will let you talk about her like that — about what you did to her — and stay calm?”

Swathi typed quickly on her phone — showed him: Breathe. He is confessing. Let him finish. You need the full truth.



Vikram read it — exhaled hard through his nose — but the anger stayed.

“Continue,” he said — voice low — controlled — but shaking underneath.



Bharath:

“Calm down. You did a lot of things to win over Aadharsh. I did the same to Mirnaa for sex. We are even. I am not going to stay in your married life. As per our deal I am done. But I feel bad for her. If she gets to know she was tricked or used — she will lead a life with full trauma. As a husband you should not be okay for that. Calm her down when she phones you. I have already got a separate room for us to give her space. Make her calm again. If I leave your house or circle immediately she will get doubt. Let me come back — stay for a few days — then I will slowly go away from your home as promised.”

Vikram laughed — bitter — short.



“You think I will let you back in my house? After what you just admitted? You think I will help you calm her so you can keep fucking my wife?”

Swathi touched his arm again — firmer this time — shook her head once. Let him talk. Control the conversation.



Vikram breathed deep — forced his voice lower.



“You overstepped. You humiliated me. You humiliated her. And now you want me to protect your access?”

Remember Bharath, if i can throw Aadaharsh, how long it will take for me to do the same to you!





Bharath:

“I know it well. If you want to capitalize on it let me tell you I know my ways to make Mirnaa know your dark sides before you catch me. How is that?”





Vikram's eyes narrowed.

“Threaten me again. See what happens.”





Bharath softer: “Dear Vikram. Let us not break each other's agreements. You got what you wanted. I got what I wanted. We both won. But Aadharsh is still out. People say now he is hidden. For his attack in Noida few other political clients are furious with him so he is on escape. Understand the situation and act.”

Swathi typed again — showed Vikram: He is deflecting. Ask about Mirnaa now.



Vikram read it — leaned forward.

“Where is she right now?”



Bharath:

“In the villa. She has not left. She is angry , but she is still here. I moved to a separate room to give her space. She has not called me yet. The latest is she is guilty and wants to speak to you and confess all.. That is where i need your help now





Vikram:

You want me to cool her and make her have sex with you again?



Bharath: No, I don't want you to push her to depression. If she realized she was played by her own husband and a friend. Think about her turmoil. Just cool down the heat. Make sure you comfort and ease her. Say you are aware of it. You both can navigate through this.





Vikram: Stop complicating it.. I never want any of this.



Bharath:

“Then you decide. But if you explode, if you scold her — if you push her away, she will break. She is fragile right now. She thinks she betrayed you. She thinks you will hate her. If you confirm that — she will never recover. Accept her. Try to pass some confidence in her and Protect her. That is what a husband does.”



Vikram stayed silent for a long moment.



Swathi typed one last message — showed him: He is right about one thing. Do not break her. Not yet.

Vikram read it — exhaled long — and spoke calmer.



“We will talk later.”

The phone cut.





Vikram stared at the blank screen — jaw tight.



Swathi said softly:



“He is buying time. But you are in control now. Stay calm. When Mirna calls — listen. Accept first then. Protect her, but you need to deal with this bharath once the wave gets cleared..”



Vikram nodded slowly.



But inside, the fury still burned.

[Abhi T]

Fantastic story really sexy and erotic and great updates keep going best of luck for the next updates update soon

[heygiwriter]

 
Hahahahah , Same here . I also left the story after that update , For me it was too soon . She just fell for him too quickly , He did not even do much. She was my favorite character . Everything was going fine , Then suddenly Dumbing down of VIKRAM and MIRNA started . 

BHARAT's character becomes too INVINCIBLE  .

Personally I hate INVINCIBLE characters , Suddenly the Story started anchoring around BHARATH , and I also lost interest in it . I just wanted to if someone else's feels the same . lol . 

Adarsh and VIKRAM fight kept me interested but again BHARATH's undefeated ARC and VIKRAM dumbing down made me quit the story . 

But This is my personal take , The story is great regardless  , Writing is phenomenal . 

And I know that you might have already started working on your next story so  , I will be going to read that one . 


   again for your wonderful stories . 


( Comments are for fun   )

I know many of them are disappointed but just read with open mind.