Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[heygiwriter]

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.

Yes. Thanks a lot

[heygiwriter]

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

I know everyone will root for VIkram and Mirna given their love past, current and all, this is story is all about does that love withs stand the tide of Bharath, will true love stay even after they both went extreme? lets see how it goes :)

[heygiwriter]

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

Nice assumption. Lets see how it goes

[heygiwriter]

Amazing narration with Twists and turns

Thanks a lot :)

[heygiwriter]

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

Thanks a lot :)

[heygiwriter]

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

Too much bro, anyways thanks

[heygiwriter]

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

Thanks a lot Abhi

[Munda007]

The story is going really nice.

Big question is now that Mirna has stepped out of her marriage will be fully back to her marriage? Or she will want a middle ground where Vikram + 1?

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 109 – Vikram's Plan – Swathi's Guidance

Goa – Beachfront Villa 
Mirnaa came out of the room later for lunch. She had barely eaten, just picked at a fruit plate, — mind too tangled to focus on food. The villa felt too big and too quiet without Bharath's usual presence. She had expected him to come back, to console her, to explain, to fight for her forgiveness. His absence instead pushed her deeper into doubt.
Did I hurt him?
Did I misunderstand him?

Was the “thrill” comment just stupid dirty talk — not mockery?

Did he really leave because he cared about my space?

Her feet carried her toward room 407. She stood outside his door, hand raised to knock,heart pounding. Then she lowered it, turned  and walked back to the villa. She could not face him yet.

Minutes later — a soft knock on her own door.

She opened it. Bharath stood there — casual shirt — no smile — just quiet eyes.
He spoke gently.

“If you need anything call me. I will be just here. I am just giving you space. I am just making sure you are fine.”
He left without waiting for an answer.

Mirnaa closed the door, locked it, walked back to the bed where she and Bharath had made love for the past few days. She lay down, curled on her side , staring at Vikram's voice note on her phone.

She pressed play again.
“Hey love… I had work all morning. Everything okay in Goa? I will call tonight when things slow down. Miss your voice. Love you.”
His voice was calm — warm — normal. No anger. No suspicion. Just love.

Tears filled her eyes. Guilt overpowered. She just wanted validation from him. Wanted to hear him say what she did was fine,  that he still loved her, that she was not ruined. He knows all of it and he was okay. 

She hugged the pillow — the one that still smelled faintly of Bharath — and cried herself into an uneasy sleep.

Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Evening

The living room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of the city below. Vikram sat on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. The phone call with Bharath had ended hours ago but the words still echoed in his skull like gunshots.

Swathi sat across from him with legs crossed holding a fresh cup of coffee she had just made. She watched him in silence for a long moment giving him space to breathe. Then she spoke softly.

“Vikram. Look at me.”

He lifted his head slowly. His eyes were red-rimmed — jaw tight — but the raw fury from earlier had settled into something colder — more calculated.

Virkam: Swathi,  “I think I should finish him off.”

Swathi leaned forward.

“You cannot do that to him right now. 
Not yet. Not like this. 
If you do Mirnaa will break. She will get to know. She will blame herself. She will never forgive you.
 And even if you do it hiding from her the sudden disappearance of Bharath will alarm Mirnaa once she learns it you will lose her forever.”


Vikram’s voice came out low and rough.
“He used her. He humiliated me while she was on her knees. He laughed about it. And you want me to do nothing?”

Swathi shook her head gently.

“I did not say do nothing. I said do it smart. 
You are the Shadow King now. Shadows do not charge in with guns. 
They wait. They plan. They strike when the enemy is weakest.”
She paused letting the words sink in.

“Your goal is to eliminate Bharath. But not at the cost of Mirna’s mind. She is fragile right now. She thinks she betrayed you. She thinks she is dirty. If you explode if you tell her the truth too soon she will shatter. Not just that if Bharath escape it someway, he will claim Mirna forever just for revenge. We cannot let that happen.”

We should also aware Bharath is not simple person he is cop, he know what we might do, he will have enough counter measures to safeguard himself. and with the current conditions, he will be more alarmed than before. 

Vikram exhaled long and shaky.
“So what do we do?”

Swathi set her coffee down and leaned closer with voice steady and strategic.

“First you stay calm when she calls. Now you must make her believe you are okay with it. 
Tell her you pushed her into this. Tell her you are sorry. 
Tell her you still love her. Make her feel safe. Make her feel accepted. 
That is the only way she will open up fully and not break.”

Vikram nodded slowly absorbing it.

“Second we do not reveal who you really are. Not yet. She still thinks you are the same old Vikram the driver the man who sacrificed everything for her. If she finds out you are the Shadow King or someone from dark business now the man who controls networks across four countries she will feel even more used. She will think everything was a lie. We keep that hidden until she is strong enough.”
Vikram rubbed his face with voice tired.
“And Bharath?”
Swathi’s eyes hardened.
“We neutralize him slowly. We do not rush. We let him think he is still in control. Let him think he is winning. The more he thinks that way the more mistakes he will make. We watch. We orchestrate things in the background. When the time is right when Mirnaa is safe and strong we cut him out completely. Maybe expose him to Aadharsh. Maybe use his own double-agent game against him. Maybe something quieter. But we do it without Mirnaa seeing your hand in it. Exactly do it after he had proper send off from your family after months.”
She reached out placed her hand on his knee gentle but firm.
“You are not alone in this anymore. I am here. Krish is here. We will help you protect her. We will help you destroy him. But we do it smart. Not with anger. With patience.”

Vikram looked at her with eyes searching then nodded slowly.
“You are right. I cannot lose her. Not after everything.”

“But one thing Krish need not know. I got a clarity on what to do with Bharath.”

Swathi smiled small and reassuring.

Vikram then mocked her lightly.
“How brainy you are. You have all potential to become the biggest schemer than us.”

Swathi smiled.
“Why do you think Krish married me?”

Vikram laughed — short — genuine.

Swathi said:
“Okay so this is it. You know what to do now.”

“Start by messaging her tonight. Keep it simple. Tell her you love her. Tell her you are not angry. Tell her you want her home when she is ready. Give her the safety she needs. The rest will follow.”

Vikram stared at his phone for a long moment.

Swathi said:
“I will join you tonight.”
They shared a smile.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night 9 PM

Someone knocked on the door.
Mirnaa opened it.

It was Bharath.
She asked: “You said you will sleep in separate room? Why are you knocking now?”

Bharath said:
“It is time for confession so I thought of joining you now.”

Mirnaa stuck.
“No” she said.
“You may lie to him you may hide it from him. It is my personal issue. I will handle it.”

Bharath:
“Is that all you thought of me? Liar? Some sort of orchestrator? And that personal — am I not part of it?”

Mirnaa could not speak a word.

“I did not mean that way.”

Bharath said:
“Your issue is my issue because I am part of it. Okay no worries. You speak to him. I will stand nearby. If something goes uncontrollable I can help you. Just trust me on that.”


Mirnaa nodded.
She went near the bed, took her phone.
Bharath locked their room.
Mirnaa saw it.

Bharath came near her, sat too close to her.
Mirnaa just moved three inches away.

[aravindkkumar08]

Hey bro till last 2 to 3 episode story moving nicely. But recentl update is dragging. As far as I don't have any problem with your writing. What ever story you wrote it's fabs. I think storyline needs closure in one episode. This is my perspective and I may be wrong.

[heygiwriter]

The story is going really nice.

Big question is now that Mirna has stepped out of her marriage will be fully back to her marriage? Or she will want a middle ground where Vikram + 1?

Lets see what they are upto

[heygiwriter]

Hey bro till last 2 to 3 episode story moving nicely. But recentl update is dragging. As far as I don't have any problem with your writing. What ever story you wrote it's fabs. I think storyline needs closure in one episode. This is my perspective and I may be wrong.

Characters are taking their own time :) lets see :)

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 110 – The Call & THE NIGHT OF CONFESSION



Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Post Dinner

Vikram walked into his bedroom after dinner carrying his mobile in his hand. The screen stayed dark but his mind raced. He sat on the bed with his back against the headrest,  knees drawn up slightly,  staring at Mirnaa's name in the call log. Panic clawed at him. How to start? What words would not break her? What words would not expose the monster he had become? He kept opening and closing the message app, typing, deleting , typing again.

In the kitchen Swathi finished washing the utensils. She had shared a quiet romantic moment with Krish earlier, a soft kiss over the sink, his hand on her waist, a whispered promise for later. But now she sensed Vikram was probably on the phone or about to be. She dried her hands and turned to Krish.

“I will go check on Vikram. Bring him hot water please.”

Krish nodded — no questions. He still knew nothing of the full drama , only that Vikram was stressed about Mirnaa.

Swathi walked down the hallway wearing a simple sleeveless gown, thin cotton — modest but soft against her skin. She knocked lightly on Vikram's door and pushed it open.


Vikram looked up — startled — mobile still clutched in his hand.

Swathi smiled gently and sat on the edge of the bed. She moved closer — sat beside him — close enough that their shoulders almost touched.

“Are you ready? 
Should I send a text first? Like are you free now — available for a call?”



Vikram looked at her 
genuine — almost pleading.

“Swathi… should I restrict her? Should I tell her not to have sex with him anymore?”
Swathi looked at him steadily and shook her head.

“Do not do it. 
Do not say do not have sex. 
Do not say it is okay to continue to have sex. 
Both are dangerous
Just console her. 
Giving her permission is risky.
Denying also If you deny, Bharath may trick her for more?
What if she wants it? So never touch that topic.”

She paused — eyes softening. Looking at his confusions uneasiness
She said

“I am glad I have Krish. Even after so many things he never looks at me this way. 

When a husband has sex outside it is acceptable 

but when a wife does the same

You look at us as despicable.”

Vikram looked at her — surprised — ashamed.


Swathi continued:
“I do not blame you. That is how male society works and females are taught to think that way.”

She smiled faintly. But Krish is different , want to see him?


“Krish will come to give us hot water. Let me test him — see his reaction.”

She unbuttoned him and removed his shirts. 
She made her gown little slip and her bra straps almost away from  her elbow

Two minutes later Krish entered carrying a tray with a kettle and two cups.

“Hey bro, water is here.”
Swathi looked up — playful — teasing.

“Krish, I am staying with Vikram tonight. A congratulations night — for your boss.”

She winked

Krish raised an eyebrow — amused — not shocked.
“Vikram, I thought you were a good person,  only focused on Mirnaa. But you are eyeing my wife”

Vikram flushed,  stammered:
“She is joking — playing — I never intended…”

Swathi laughed lightly and said:
“See our CCTV — he actually drank my milk.” 

Vikram:
“Swathi — do not do this.”
She was laughing — eyes sparkling.

Krish shrugged — completely unbothered.
“That is okay,  as long as she wants I do not care. Should I take the baby to my room?”
Swathi:
“No — just bring me a condom please.”
Krish:
“Take it yourself you lazy ass.”
Swathi:
“Okay sweetheart — good night.”
Krish:
“Have a great night.”

He looked at Vikram — grinned — and said:
“You bastard — enjoy the night.”

He left, closing the door softly.

Vikram stared at Swathi — stunned.
“What… you guys are like this?”
Swathi laughed — soft — genuine.

“Yes, I said right, we are in an open marriage. But love never fades.”

Vikram was surprised, almost disbelieving, can a man be this unbothered..


Swathi became serious again.
“This will not suit everyone. You and Mirnaa are too emotional. This will not work in your case.”

A message popped up on Vikram's phone.
Call me — from Mirnaa.

Vikram's heart slammed against his ribs.
Swathi touched his arm.

“Breathe. You know what to do. Stay calm. Listen. Accept. Protect.”

Vikram nodded — thumb hovering — then pressed call.


THE NIGHT OF CONFESSION

Vikram sat on the edge of the bed with his phone pressed to his ear. Swathi sat beside him close enough that her shoulder brushed his silent but present. The room was dim with only the bedside lamp on casting soft shadows across the walls. His heart hammered against his ribs. Bharath's confession still burned in his mind but Swathi's words from earlier anchored him.

Stay calm. Listen. Accept. Protect.

The call connected.

“Mirnaa…”
Her voice came through small and trembling.
“Vikram… I need to tell you something.”

She paused with breath shaky as if the words were stuck in her throat.
“Bharath and I… we had sex. Multiple times. I believed you consented if I was okay with that.”

Vikram closed his eyes for a second steadying himself then spoke gently with voice low and warm.
“I know love. Bharath already told me everything.”
Silence stretched heavy and stunned.

Mirnaa whispered:
“You… know? He said?”

Vikram:
“Yes. I know.”

Mirnaa turned to Bharath who sat close beside her and asked him straight.

“What you said Bharath?”

Bharath intervened with a calm voice.

“I said you helped me get over my trauma. We started sex that way. I am at fault and you have nothing to do with it. I have also said we have sex multiple times as Vikram once said to me you are not opened up in sex. So I have convinced you just for training.”

Vikram interrupted gently.
“Mirnaa listen to me.”

Mirnaa:
“Did I do something wrong? I am confused about Vikram…”

Vikram:
“Darling calm down, you need not be in guilt. I pushed you into this. If someone has to be guilty it has to be me I am sorry. And moreover we did it to show gratitude to Bharath for safeguarding us from a lot of troubles.”


Mirnaa froze — stunned — tears spilling instantly.
You are not angry at me

Mirna: I don't know if he has said this, after the last training session when you called me, he had this in my mouth.. I felt humiliated, I could not bear someone bad mouthing you..

“I know everything. Bharath said that we had a quarrel over this. I am not okay with that either. He said it is some cheap thrill or dirty talk, nothing really offending us. 

I want to let this go for friendship sake but now he must be aware of respect even if that crosses lines or boundaries.”

“I am on the same page with you on that darling. It is one of my earlier rules do not disrespect my wife.”


Vikram: 
“I still think you have some concerns open up to me let me clear it.
Do you feel unsafe? 
Do you want me to come over there and pick you up?
Did Bharath troubling you? 
I will catch Dubai flight tomorrow.”


Mirna: “No he stays in the next room he gave me space. I am doing fine. He is not troubling. 


It is just somewhere I started to believe you have not consented you are kept in the dark and I need to come out open and clean even if you think I am a bad person.”


Vikram: small laugh - “Darling I still and always love you. You are not a bad person. We will figure this out together. I assure you as long as whatever happens with your consent I am okay. When I meet you at home I will not judge you. When I meet you at home I just need you to circle your finger on my chest and tell me all the stories.”


“My love for you will never fade. Assured?”

Mirnaa:
“You are not angry? I really do not get it. I thought you would hate me you would be possessive.”

Vikram:
“No. 
If something makes you happy I am happy. 
If something makes you sad I am sad. 
If something makes you angry I am angry as well. 
If his sex satisfied you then I am happy for you. 
If you want to break his legs I will do it. 

It all depends on what you want. But when I come back let us figure it out let us go through it together. And yes I am possessive but not at cost of your happiness or needs. If someone tries to steal you I will show my true face.”


He laughed softly.

Mirnaa had a mild laugh at the same time tears flooding.
She cried harder with relief flooding through her.


“I love you… I am so sorry…”


Vikram:
“Baby why are you crying it is just sex. Leave it.”


Mirnaa:
“Okay… I love you ummah.”
The phone filled with kiss sounds. Swathi smiled. Bharath too smiled faintly.

Vikram:
“Confusions cleared?”
Mirnaa:
“Yes.”



Vikram:
“I will not leave you with unsafe hands. My happiness lies in your happiness. Do not hesitate to send me a voice or mail if something is odd. And do you want me to break Bharath's legs? I can come and do it.”


Mirnaa:
“No, let us leave it. Maybe he was just talking dirty talk…”
Vikram:
“Rest tonight. We will talk more tomorrow. Okay?”

Mirnaa:
“Okay… thank you… Love you… ummah.”

Ummah echoed.

The call ended.


Mirnaa set the phone down with tears still falling but the guilt for Vikram had lifted. Now the guilt was about Bharath. 

The truth was open with no more doubts about him. Vikram knew and accepted. But her words seemed like an accusation on Bharath landed heavily that might have hurt him.


She looked at Bharath sitting quietly waiting.
He spoke softly.


“You okay now right?”
Mirnaa nodded, wiping her eyes.

Then I will retire to my room.

She notices he turns cold, the eyes, his body movement said it so
Mirna knows she hurted him with solid accusations in the name of doubt. 

[sunilserene]

Mirnaa have satisfactory sex
I am ur real hubby please enjoyyy

[Muralimm]

Wow that's cool man superb

The way you handled the script in this position it takes another level

Too good

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 111 - The Long Game 

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night


Bharath was about to leave the room.

Mirnaa’s voice stopped him — small and cracked.
“I am sorry.”
Bharath turned slowly. His eyes were distant. His voice came low and measured.
“Once trust is broken it cannot be rebuilt.”


He paused letting the silence press down between them.
“Somewhere I made a mistake. I should not have fallen in love”


He looked at her — expression wounded — voice softening just enough to sting.
“I sincerely loved you. And got hurt in return. You never trusted me. You loved Vikram more than loving me. I do not blame you. ”

Mirnaa opened her mouth to speak but no words came. Her chest tightened.
Bharath continued — quieter now.

“No more words. Your issues are sorted out. Just like you — I need some time as well to process.”
I'm glad atleast im not lier in your eyes.. Thankfully Vikram, like a gentleman, spoke what he had to..


She tried to calm him — stepped forward — hand reaching out.
“Bharath wait — please — I did not mean—”

But he had already turned. The door closed softly behind him.
Mirnaa stood frozen — heart sinking.
The silence felt louder than any shout.
She had hurt him.

The man who had laughed with her on the beach,  held her when she cried ,told her he loved her — she had accused him, his intentions, his method, she didn't realise she had been slandering him.. Only after  Vikram forgave her, she realised it .


She walked back to the bed — the same bed they had shared for days — and lay down. The sheets still carried his scent. Every inch reminded her of their love making.


She blamed herself for overreacting, for doubting Bharath,  for turning on the one person who had been kind to her in Goa.


Guilt kept her awake the whole night. She replayed his words — his hurt eyes — his quiet exit. Sleep came only in fragments — restless — heavy with self-blame.




Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Same Night

Vikram and Swathi sat in the living room ,  voices low in the dim light.
Vikram rubbed his face — exhausted.

“What is next?”

Swathi leaned forward — calm — strategic.
“Just stay tight. Wait for the perfect moment.”

Vikram: When was the perfect moment will come, i feel like i need to beat him until his all blood comes out
Swathi: The day when he feels you can do nothing on them.


Let me throw some light… so you will know it
She paused — eyes steady.

“Mirnaa is assured now. Confident her marriage is doing fine. She feels accepted. Loved. That is good. But Bharath is not finished. He will use her guilt. He will make her feel she hurt him deeply. She will apologize tomorrow — seek him out — try to fix it. He will forgive slowly. Pull her closer again.”

Vikram’s jaw tightened.

“So he gets her back.”
Swathi:
“For now, yes. We let him think he is in control. Let him think things are happening his way. Let Mirnaa think you did not make the issue larger. You absolutely have no grudge on him.  But in the background we orchestrate events that split them apart. They should never know they got split.”

Vikram:
“How?”
Swathi: Once they came back from Chennai, make move.
“Burden him with work. Fake emergencies. Underworld rumors. Something that pulls him away makes him leave Chennai. Make it look like his own choice. Make it look like Aadharsh or some old enemy is closing in. He will get stuck in his own troubles. 
Mirnaa will think he is away for work. She will miss him at first — but slowly she will adjust. She will never doubt at any instance.. She will forget him completely and come back to you fully.”

Because whatever you do now will have an effect, from what they confessed i hear, she buy the drama of Bharath’s love, she thinks Bharath loves him.. That height of stupidity she should not care for it, but she does.. It would turn as a weapon against you… so this is the first way. Isolate him from Mirna, mentally, physically, without even they know it is.. 


Vikram:
“And then?”
Swathi’s eyes hardened.

“That is the time you unleash his enmity on him. When he is far from Mirnaa. When he feels safe. When he is unaware. We strike quietly. No trace back to you. No trauma for her. Months from now — after he has left your house permanently — after he has faded from her life. That is when the perfect time..”


Vikram nodded slowly — absorbing it.
“Will they continue the affair now?”
Swathi: Mostly, Bharath will definitely make a move..
Vikram looked worried — eyes distant.


Swathi leaned in — kissed his cheek softly.
“Do not worry. I am here. Let us sleep now.”
She stood — playful glint in her eye.


“Shall we make some fucking noises? Let us irritate Krish.”
Vikram gave a tired laugh.


“I am not in your game.”
Swathi rose to leave — heading toward her bed.

Vikram stopped her — voice quiet.
“You are beautiful. Gorgeous. No doubt many eyed you.”


Swathi turned — teasing smile.
“You eye me now?”

Vikram:
“You know I am not in the mood.”

Swathi:
“I know. Good night.”

She left the room.

Vikram sat alone — staring at his phone — mind already turning to the long game ahead.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 112 - Jetskiing & Her Hold

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Morning


Mirnaa woke up early. She had barely slept. The night had been terrible for her ,guilt kept replaying every word she had said to Bharath on the phone. She felt she had accused him unfairly, hurt the man who had been kind to her, the man who had made her laugh and feel safe in Goa. 


She got ready for breakfast, simple kurti and jeans, hair tied back, and waited in the living room. She kept glancing toward Bharath’s door. He had not come out yet.
Her phone rang. Vikram’s name.

She answered quickly — voice soft.
“Good morning darling.”
Vikram’s voice came warm and calm.
“Good morning. What are you doing?”
Mirnaa:
“Getting ready for breakfast and  Waiting for Bharath.”
Vikram: “He came out?”
Mirnaa: “No. He is still sleeping in his room.”
Vikram: “No plans for the day?”
Mirnaa: “No. Ever since the issue between us he did not take me anywhere. He just stays in his room and I stay in mine.”
Vikram: “Hmmm. Did you guys quarrel after?”
Mirnaa: “No. But I apologized for thinking bad about him.”
Vikram:“Did he forgive?”
Mirnaa:“No. Seems like he is hurt. He was telling me trust is broken and his love could not compete with yours.”
Vikram laughed softly.“None can. He is spitting the truth.”
Mirnaa smiled a little — uneasy.
“When are you coming back?”
Vikram: “In three days. On the fourth day I will be there in our house.”
Mirnaa: “I miss our house. The beach sound. The pool inside. The garden. All would miss us right?”
Vikram: “Yes baby. But you know I am happy for a lot of things.”
Mirnaa smiled.“What are you that happy about?”
Vikram:“I am not there in your room but you fought him for even remotely hurting me by using my name in his sex act.”
Mirnaa felt a little proud but uneasy to speak again.  A pause, a silence.
Vikram: “Okay I am on leave today. Relaxing. Mostly sleeping. If you want, call me.”
Mirnaa: “Sure. I guess I need to console and apologize to Bharath first. He has been a support and fun to be with for the past few days.”

Vikram: “Drag him out. Relax. You guys have to  be in the same place for a few more days.”

Mirnaa smiled. “Don't you even feel jealous?”
Vikram: “I do feel. But business I am here. You're there.”
They talked for a few more minutes — soft words — gentle reassurance — then the call ended.


Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Same Morning

Swathi came into Vikram’s room just as the call ended.
She asked:
“When are you leaving? Why are you delaying?”
Vikram:
“Aadharsh is still hiding. My warehouses are piling up. I cannot blow the plans I set up there. It is a preplanned setup. Once done I will move to Chennai. I am awaiting Krish’s nod.”


Swathi:
“Let us go for breakfast.”

Goa same time 


Bharath stepped out — casual t-shirt and shorts — eyes tired but calm.
Mirnaa spoke first — voice soft.
“Breakfast?”
He nodded once.


They walked to the villa’s small dining area in silence. Their hands did not touch. She stayed a step closer than necessary. But he seems to be maintaining distance.


At the table she finally said:
“I am sorry. Do you still have that in your heart?”

Bharath looked at her — expression guarded.
“I am trying to forget it. Do not remind me.”
Mirnaa nodded quickly.


“Okay. Let us do one thing. Let us go out somewhere. Relax ourselves. Forget whatever it is.”

Bharath considered for a moment then said:
“Okay.”


Before they could leave his phone rang. He excused himself and stepped away.
It was Rishi.


Rishi:  “How is it going?”
Bharath kept his voice low.
“As you said. Things are moving. I am acting like a victim in pain.”
Rishi: “Continue it. What else did she say?”


Bharath: “She is trying to cling to me. Guilt is eroding her boundary again. Lol.”
Rishi: “Utilize it. Take her somewhere. Tell her to let us relax. Involve in games that make you people touch each other. Some sort of balance game. Stay gentle till night.”
Bharath: “Won’t I hear what you say?” But even before you tell me the idea she wanted me to take her somewhere to see. She is easy man
Rishi:Coo, then “Just let me know her reactions. I will come up with the next set of plans.” Take her to water games its a place where she can miss out balance and clingon you physical touches.. remember.
Bharath: “Sure mate.”


He returned to Mirnaa.
“Where do you want to go?”

Mirnaa: “Somewhere where you would forget and relax.”
Bharath: “Jet skiing. Boat surfs are popular here. Maybe let us try that.”
Mirnaa smiled — relieved.“Okay.”


They travelled to a different location for Jet Sking in the premium rental car, he pre booked

“Ready?”

He nodded.





They walked out together. No hand-holding. She stayed close. The beach air felt warm and salty. Bharath had already booked the jet ski through the hotel desk. A small speedboat waited at the shore with two jet skis tied behind it.



The instructor gave quick safety instructions. Life jackets. Throttle control. How to lean into turns. Bharath listened carefully. Mirnaa stood beside him nervous but trying to smile.



Bharath turned to her.



“You want to ride together or separate?”

Mirnaa hesitated only a second.

“Together.”



He gave a small nod. No smile. But something softened in his eyes.

They climbed onto one jet ski. Bharath sat in front. Mirnaa settled behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist tentative at first. The instructor pushed them off. The engine roared to life. Water sprayed around them as Bharath accelerated.

At first it was slow. Gentle waves. Mirnaa held lightly. Then Bharath opened the throttle. The jet ski surged forward bouncing over the swells. Mirnaa gasped tightened her grip. Her chest pressed against his back. Her thighs gripped his hips to stay balanced. Every turn made her lean with him. Bodies moving insync. Water splashing up. Her laughter mixing with nervous squeals.



Bharath slowed for a moment let the jet ski idle on the water.

“You okay back there?”



Mirnaa laughed breathless hair plastered to her face.

“Yes. This is fun.”



He turned his head slightly voice low over the engine hum.

“Hold tighter. Next part has bigger waves.”



She tightened her arms chin resting on his shoulder for a second. The contact felt natural safe familiar. Bharath accelerated again. They hit a larger swell. The jet ski lifted came down hard. Mirnaa yelped arms locking around him. Her whole body pressed flush against his back. Bharath laughed real this time and slowed to circle back.



They rode for almost an hour. Switching roles once. Mirnaa driving. Bharath behind her. His hands on her waist to steady her. Every bump every turn every laugh brought them closer. Physical touches unavoidable. Innocent on the surface but charged underneath.



When they finally returned to shore both were soaked laughing breathless. Bharath helped her off the jet ski. His hand lingered on her waist a second longer than necessary. Their fingers brushed as he steadied her. Then their hands touched fully — palm to palm — for a brief moment as she stepped onto the sand.



Mirnaa looked at him eyes soft.



“Thank you. Thanks for coming back to what you are”

Bharath smiled small careful. 



Mirna asked next?



Lets go to car first, When we reach our hotel it would be 6 PM, what we would do then lets just have dinner. 


Rishi meanwhile sent a location, Salsa dance , drive slow hit there.. make it you gone there for some other quick chat but unintentionally gone to the spot. act.

Bharath begins.. 

If you still want something, lets stop somewhere and try some evening snacks.
Mirna said anything... 


Bharath Smirked.

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Chapter 113 - The Salsa and Lies.

Rishi had sent Bharath the location earlier A small open air beach shack. It hosted evening salsa nights. Low lights. Live music. Couples swaying on a wooden floor right beside the sea. Rishi’s message was short.


Drive slow. Hit there. Act like you just stumbled upon it. Make it look unintentional.

Bharath read it twice then deleted the chat.  
Mirnaa agreed quickly. She still carried the morning’s guilt. She still wanted to make things right.

They drove along the coastal road with windows down. Warm breeze carried salt and music. Bharath kept the speed low. Casual. As if he had no destination. When the shack came into view with fairy lights strung between palm trees and faint salsa rhythm drifting out he slowed the car.
Look at that. Seems like a dance night.

Mirnaa leaned forward. Her eyes brightened.
This looks fun. Let us just enter here.

Bharath hesitated. He acted perfectly. Voice uncertain.
I do not know. It looks like a couple thing. Romantic dance. I am not sure.
Mirnaa turned to him. Voice soft but determined.

Come on. I want to try. Back in my church days in the village my friends and I used to dance sometimes. Not like this but it was fun. Let us do it.
She smiled small and hopeful.

Bharath looked at her for a long second then gave a slow nod.
Okay. Let us try.

They parked and walked in. The shack was half full. Couples moving slowly to the beat. Instructor calling basic steps from the side. No pressure. No crowd. Just relaxed sunset energy.

Bharath paid for a quick beginner lesson. The instructor paired them up. Showed the basic salsa rhythm. Side step. Back step. Turn. Bharath stood stiff at first. Hesitant. Like a man still nursing a wound.
Mirnaa took his hand. Gentle. Guiding.

Follow me. It is easy.
They started moving. Amateur steps. Clumsy at first. Laughing when they stepped on each other’s feet. Bharath kept his hold light. Polite. But every turn brought them closer. Her hand rested on his shoulder. His palm settled on her waist. Their hips brushed once. Twice. As they tried the basic turn. Her chest grazed his on a slow spin. Their fingers laced together. Warm. Steady. Holding through every step.

Nothing more than that. No bold moves. No grinding. Just amateur dancing. Bodies touching naturally. Rhythm pulling them in sync. Mirnaa laughed freely. Eyes bright. Guilt easing with every shared smile. Bharath smiled too. Small. Careful. But his eyes stayed watchful. He acted like he was not fully recovered. Like he was still carrying the hurt. But inside he was warming up exactly as planned.

They danced for thirty minutes. Sweating lightly. Breathing close. Then thanked the instructor and left.
The drive back was quiet. Comfortable. The earlier distance shrinking.


Goa – Beachfront Villa – 9 PM

They had a quiet dinner on the villa terrace. Candlelight. Simple Goan fish curry and rice. Conversation stayed light. 
Safe topics. The waves. The food. 

The sunset colors. Bharath spoke little. Still playing the wounded role. But he listened to her every word.
After dinner Mirnaa finally said it. Voice low.

I am apologizing for the nth time. I am sorry.

Bharath looked at her. Expression guarded. Voice quiet.
He did not speak much at first.
Mirnaa continued.

I have not slept thinking about the guilt. I feel terrible.
Bharath finally spoke. Voice raw. Controlled.

You think I slept last night? 
The moment the lights went out the thoughts of your accusation hit me raw. I could not sleep. 
You doubted me. You asked sorry easily. 
I was the receiver of blame. What would be a medicine to my wound?
There is nothing. And coming from someone whom you loved. 
It is even more painful.

Mirna could not say anything. Her eyes filled again.

Bharath thought Mirna buy all my lies lol

Bharath stood.
Let us go.

They walked together toward their rooms. 406 and 407. Side by side. Quiet.
At her door Mirna stopped.

Mirna began:  We are friends right... Come. Let us sleep here. Like last time I'm on couch you sleep on bed.
Don't be alone.
Bharath shook his head. Gentle but firm.

No. You sleep there. But do not hesitate to call me when something is uneasy. 

The place is safe yet you are staying alone. 
Last night I came out to give you space....and went to the room but I have been guarding your room right here staying all night. 
(Another casual lie)
Mirna was shocked. Eyes widening.

You stayed outside my room?
Bharath gave a small nod. No elaboration.
Good night.

He entered 407. Door closing softly.
Mirnaa stood there. Stunned. 
Guilt and warmth mixing inside her. He had stayed awake. 
Protecting her. Even after she hurt him.

She went inside her room. Closed the door. 
But the distance between 406 and 407 felt smaller than ever.
She changed her dress, sat on bed, memories keeps flooding. 
His protection last night everything.. she decided to speak to him..
she determined, she reached her doors to open. 

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 112 –  Ride me and Prove it


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Late Night

Rishi had texted Bharath earlier.

I am sending a masked man. He will keep knocking Mirnaa’s door. She will call you in fear. Play like a hero and enter. This will happen in another 30 minutes.

Bharath stared at the message. He and Rishi had planned it already . A way to enter her space again. He wanted the same room. He wanted her to invite him. He typed back quickly.

All set.. 

The lights were still on in his room. He had not slept. 
Suddenly a knocking sound came. 

Soft at first. Then again. Bharath froze. Surprised. The man came earlier than said time? And he was knocking on the wrong door. It should be on Mirnaa’s door right?

He got up quietly. Looked through the peephole.
It was Mirnaa.

His heart jumped. Why was she here?

He caught it instantly. He smirks knowingly...

He opened the door.
“Mirnaa. Did not sleep?”

Mirnaa stood there in her nightdress. Eyes red. Voice small.
“No. I feel lonely. I want you there. Whatever bothers you let us speak it.”

She looked past him into the room. Saw the lights still on.
“You did not turn off the lights?”

Bharath realised she was hinting at his trauma drama. He smiled smoothly.
“I am alone as well.”

Mirnaa:
“Then come to my room. 
She bit her lips
Come to our room please. Please do not make me feel guilty.”
Bharath looked at her for a long second. 

Then spoke softly.

“Okay. But I do not want to sleep in bed alone. That keeps reminding me of your words, like i was some.....”

Mirnaa shook her head quickly.

“No no. Come. Let us sleep together.”
Her hand touched his.

Bharath nodded.

“Okay. Give me few minutes. You go there. I will come back.”
Mirnaa smiled gratefully. Turned and walked back to her room.
Bharath closed the door. Quickly texted Rishi.

Latest happening. She came to my room. Invited me to sleep in hers. Plan A not needed. What now?
Rishi replied almost instantly.

Okay. Plan A cancel. Plan B. Read and act accordingly.
Ten minutes later Bharath got the script. He read it. Smirked. Perfect.

He waited a few more minutes. Then walked to her room. Knocked softly.
Mirnaa opened.
He came inside and said: “Let's sleep.”
She nodded. Okay. 

He kept mum. 

She lay down next to him. She turned to him and said:
“I am sorry. I really am.”

Bharath spoke quietly.

“You said you are lonely so I decided to come here. But don't say something and remind me of the hurt you gave me.
And those apologies,  I am not sure how your apologies are going to fix me.”

It seems you still didnt realise how deep my hurt was how things changed for me. 
Mirnaa began to speak.
He stopped her.

“Do not say a word, Mirnaa. I have a lot in my head. I could not process anything.
The love I had for you is the only thing that makes me speak with you. I do not want to hurt you and put you in extreme guilt.”
Mirnaa looked at him. Eyes wide.

She stayed silent.

Bharath didn't want the silence he started after a few minutes


“Mirnaa I am still unable to process.
We started as friends. 
We came here with a mindset we're gonna date.. . 
We played. We had fun. 
We helped each other in getting away from my trauma with sex. 
You consented. Your husband does. 
We even had consecutive intercourse.
You enjoyed it a lot. I know. 
You liked my roughness. 

Suddenly how did you get the feel like I would be someone who is scheming. Like I am in game only for your body. Glad Vikram clarified. Vikram surprisingly helped me. 

Even now you are good with your husband and I am in your eyes a schemer?
Homewrecker? Is that how I would leave your house in Chennai?”

Mirnaa trembled with the question. She said:

“No. None of these. I did not mean in the way.”

Bharath: “Please allow me to finish. Both the women I loved finally said I am a sex maniac.”

Mirnaa immediately remembered the drunk state in his early stay at their house. She said quickly:
“I never said that.”

Bharath: “You did not say but your action does. It could have been just a few sex. Fun. 
This Goa could be a farewell. 
I would have gone back to my life with your memories.

But you got me a memory that I did not ask for. 
It seems like for you and Vikram I was the one orchestrator for sex. I am taking initiative like forcing you two?”

Mirnaa’s eyes watered. She really wanted to prove all wrong.

Bharath continued: You know what, I even planned a farewell gift for us, ask your husband I planned to leave your house after a week staying in Chennai.. He knows it. This is because I know you and your husband are unbreakable lovers.. All I wished for my love is you resting your head on my shoulder in the mall, singing along to music en route to Goa in a car, candlelight dinner, the music show at the beach, where people gave you flowers, my ring for you, yes indeed our sex, the sexual training.. I planned like when I would leave you in Chennai and bid good bye, these were my memories. That should stick with me.. 

But the memories i got is you call me schemer, Lier, without even saying that.. My love is a joke for you… and you made me feel like i pushed you and I'm alone pushed you in sex.

“Nothing like that, Bharath. You never once did like that. You loved me truly and I acknowledge that we did ourselves.”
It's just that the moment you said Vikram's name, my mind didn't work. 

Bharat said: Will a man who wants to leave his loved one, even after tasting the love, dare to offend it.. I really have no intention of ridiculing you or your husband. Just for sexual tension i made some rules on bed and what i did also a way in sexual behavior.. . 
At the end of the day my memories which i wanted to protect are gone.. 

I failed once with manya atleast i had a share in that my family pressure
But here you single handedly spoiled that mirna

Mirnaa, will we be able to rebuild those memories ?
Can you delete the 48 hours and restore with something else
Can our farewell be better than this?
Can you make me at least feel I was not the one initiator in sex but you too?..
At least once?

Mirna: Everything is possible Bharath.. We still have 3 days in GOA, 


Bharath laughed softly.

Then said okay let me agree we can change memories, 
how can i believe you are the initiator in sex as well, The sex happening to your wish
“Prove me. Can you?”

Mirnaa asked:
“How to prove it?”

Bharath: “I do not know. Prove me. If this continues I will start thinking about myself as sex maniac.”
Mirna: “Bharath. Do not speak like that.”

Bharath: All words Mirna, you cannot prove, leave that sex part,, even to share the bed. If not I asked specifically you to sleep on same bed would have you? You would have maintained a distance. 

48 hours back we had sex. Now all changed. You hesitate.”


Mirnaa: “No Bharath. No.”
She came closer. Her hand touched his chin.

“See. If you want let us have sex. If that will loosen up your burden I will.”

Bharath laughed.

“There you go. IF YOU WANT?!!!!

The choice of words. It is always like this. 
You again telling me if I want. So you never wanted it.”

Mirnaa got tricked. 
She had no words. But at the moment she wanted to console him. 
Her mind reeled about consuming sex. But fear occupied her. She was not sure.

Bharath smirked.
“I know.”


Mirnaa decided. She rose. She sat on her knees. His body between her legs. She started unbuttoning him. Kissed every exposed area. He did not move a bit. She then removed his inner. Kissed at the top of his penis.

It rose but he did not show interest.



Mirnaa got teared.

Why your hands are not moving, ? 
“What do you want me to do.. see I'm ready for sex.”

Bharath: “Prove me you wanted it.”
Mirnaa: “See I am doing this. I took initiative. What else do you want?”

Bharath: “If I wanted to have sex I would have been a missionary. I would have controlled you with my arms. I want you to do the same. You take control. That is the only vision I can see as you wanted it.”

Mirnaa: “I don't understand.”

Bharath:
You ride me Mirnaa. I will not move. Once you are done with it i will know you wanted it too.”
Mirnaa hesitated.

“I do not know what to do. I have not done this before.”
Bharath finally acted like smiling. Then laughing.
She laughed too.

“You need training for that too.”
She smiled.

“Okay. Make yourself nude and sit here. Take it slow. Prove me Mirnaa.”
Their eyes locked.
The riding or cowgirl session started.



Mirnaa moved slowly at first. Unsure. Her hands rested on his chest for balance. She lowered herself carefully. 

Tried to take him inside. She was not wet enough. The entry felt tight. Dry. She winced a little. Stopped halfway.


Bharath noticed. Stayed still. Voice gentle.





“You are not ready yet. Sit like a duck first.”



He guided her with words only. No hands.



“Lower yourself slowly. Bend your knees more. Sit on my thighs like you are squatting. Let me tease the entry.”



Mirnaa obeyed. She sat lower. Her weight rested on his upper thighs. 



Bharath’s penis brushed against her entrance. He did not push. Just moved his hips a tiny bit. The tip rubbed gently along her folds. Teasing. Circling. Not entering. Just enough friction to awaken her body.





Mirna got the clue, she move i a way to tease her entry with his penis..

Mirnaa gasped softly. Her breathing changed. She felt herself growing warmer. Wetter. The slow teasing worked. Her hips started to rock instinctively. Small movements. Seeking more contact.



Bharath watched her face. Eyes locked.

“Better?”



Mirnaa nodded. Bit her lip.

“Yes.”



She lowered again. This time the head slipped in easily. She took a sharp breath. Held still for a moment. Adjusting. Then sank lower. Took him fully. A low moan escaped her. Bharath stayed completely still. Letting her feel every inch. Letting her control the depth.

She began to rock. Gentle at first. Finding a rhythm. Her hips moved in small circles. Then forward and back. Her breathing quickened. Hands pressed harder on his chest. Fingers digging in slightly. Bharath’s hands rested on her thighs. Not guiding. Just there. Warm. Steady.



Mirnaa leaned forward. Her hair fell around them like a curtain. Their faces close. She kissed him once. Soft. Then deeper. Her movements grew bolder. Faster. She rose and fell. Taking him fully each time. 



A low moan escaped her. Her breasts bounced with every rise and fall. Bharath finally moved his hands. Caught them gently. Held them for balance.

Thumbs brushed her nipples. Teased lightly. Rolled them between fingers. Mirnaa arched her back. Moaned louder. Her rhythm faltered for a second then picked up again.






She found a steady pace. Hips rolling. Body arching. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her nails scbangd lightly down his chest. Pleasure built slow and deep. She whispered his name once. 


Twice. Then louder. Her rhythm quickened. Breaths came in short gasps. She trembled. Climaxed with a soft cry. Collapsed forward onto his chest. Breathing hard.






Bharath finally moved. Arms wrapped around her. Held her close. Kissed her forehead.

“Now I know.”



Mirnaa stayed there. Face buried in his neck. Body still trembling slightly. There was a warmth. Relief. Connection.

Bharath smiled to himself. Small. Satisfied.


The script had worked perfectly.

Bharath finally moved. Arms wrapped around her. Held her close. Kissed her forehead.

“Now I know you wanted it. Now it is my turn.”





He quickly turned her down and came on top. His body covered hers completely. He looked into her eyes.



“Now you show me you consent yourself and you want it. I hope I can rewrite memories for our farewell. 

The next three days I will not leave you a single day without sex. Will you travel with me?”





Mirnaa left a smile like a promise. She nodded.




Bharath pulled her up a bit in bed. He positioned himself carefully. Sideways missionary was his favorite. He slid one arm under her neck to cradle her head. The other hand gripped the back of her thigh just above the knee. He lifted her leg high and hooked it over his hip. Their bodies aligned perfectly. He looked into her eyes for a moment. Then entered her in one smooth deep thrust. Full. Filling her completely.

Mirnaa gasped sharply. Her mouth opened in a silent cry. Her fingers clutched his shoulders. The sudden fullness made her eyes flutter closed for a second. Bharath stayed buried inside her. Letting her adjust. Letting her feel every inch of him.

He started moving. Slow at first. Long deliberate strokes. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each time he bottomed out he pressed his hips hard against hers. Grinding slightly. Making her feel the pressure deep inside.

Mirnaa moaned softly. Her breath hitched with every slow withdrawal and re-entry. The angle let him reach places that made her toes curl. Her leg trembled in his grip. She tried to meet his rhythm but he controlled the pace. Kept it steady. Torturously slow.

Bharath leaned in. Kissed the side of her neck. Then bit gently. Not breaking skin. Just enough to make her arch. He whispered against her ear.
“You feel so good. So tight around me. I needed this. Needed you.”
His voice was low. Rough. Full of want.

Mirnaa’s nails dug into his back. She pulled him closer. Her hips began to roll up to meet his thrusts. Seeking more.

Bharath’s pace increased. Harder now. More brutal. More rigorous. Each thrust snapped forward with force. Skin slapped against skin. The bed creaked under them. Mirnaa moaned louder. Unrestrained. Her body rocked with every powerful stroke. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Bouncing slightly with the rhythm.

He kissed her neck again. Bit her shoulder harder this time. Left a small red mark. Whispered how much he loved the way she took him. How perfect she felt. How wet she was for him. The words made her clench around him. Made her whimper.

The angle was merciless. He hit deep every time. Rubbed against that sensitive spot inside her over and over. Pleasure built fast. Too fast. Mirnaa’s leg shook in his grip. Her breathing turned ragged. She cried his name. Once. Twice. Then louder.

She came again. Shuddering hard. Her whole body clenched around him. Waves of pleasure crashing through her. She buried her face in his neck. Muffled cries against his skin. Nails raking down his back. Legs trembling uncontrollably.

Bharath did not stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm. Drawing it out. Making it last. His own breathing grew rougher. His grip on her thigh tightened. He whispered against her ear.


“You are mine tonight. All night.”




Bharath did not stop. He flipped her onto her stomach. Prone bone position. He lay fully on top of her. Chest to back. Entered her again. This time even deeper. His weight pressed her into the mattress. He thrust hard. Fast. Relentless. Mirnaa moaned into the pillow. 

Her hands gripped the sheets. His hips slammed against her ass. The sound filled the room. He whispered in her ear. How perfect she felt. How he could do this forever. Mirnaa came once more. Body shaking beneath him.



Bharath pulled out. Turned her onto all fours. Doggy style. He gripped her hips. Entered her again. This time he went for her ass. Slow at first. Gentle. Letting her adjust. Then deeper. Harder. Mirnaa moaned. Pain mixed with pleasure. He thrust rigorously. One hand reached around to rub her clit. The other held her hair gently. He fucked her ass with long powerful strokes. Mirnaa cried out. Came again. Bharath followed. Groaning low. Filling her completely.




They continued for three full hours. Changing positions. Resting only for minutes. Kissing. Touching. Whispering. Bharath made sure every moment felt like proof. Like rewriting. Like farewell and beginning at the same time.

At two thirty in the morning they finally collapsed in each other’s arms. 
Sweaty. Breathing hard. Bodies tangled.

Bharath kissed her forehead. Voice soft.


“Will you tell this to Vikram?”


Mirnaa looked at him. Eyes heavy with exhaustion and emotion.

Bharath continued.


“I need some privacy. I always used to tell about it. 
Now you know he consents. You consent. This can be our little hidden memory.”

Mirnaa fell for that word. She nodded slowly. Smiled tiredly.


“Our little hidden memory.”


Bharath held her closer. Kissed her again.


“Sleep now. We have three more days.”
Mirnaa closed her eyes. Safe in his arms. Guilt quiet for the night.

Bharath seems to win continuously.. but something else had got into hands of Vikram.



Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Same Early Morning (3:45 AM)


Vikram’s phone vibrated once on the nightstand. A single notification.

He opened his eyes instantly. Swathi slept beside him — breathing soft and even — one arm dbangd across his waist. He reached for the phone carefully. Did not want to wake her.
The screen lit his face in blue.

A message from one of his men.
Subject: Manya – Full Report Attached

Vikram’s heart kicked. He sat up slowly. Opened the email.

The attachment loaded. Pages of documents. Photos. Bank transfers. Messages. Call logs. A complete dossier on Manya — Bharath’s ex — the woman he had mentioned in passing. The one from his “trauma” story. The one he claimed had broken him.

Vikram scrolled. His lips curved slowly into a smile. Then a low quiet laugh escaped him.
The email had even more than he thought.

Swathi stirred beside him. Eyes fluttering open.
“Why are you awake at this time?”

Vikram turned the phone toward her slightly — screen still glowing.
“Swathi… I got a hold now.”

He leaned down. Kissed her deeply. Lips lingering. Tongue brushing hers. Five minutes passed before he pulled back — breathing slightly harder.
Swathi smiled sleepily — confused but amused.

“What is it?”
Vikram’s voice was low. Dangerous. Excited.

“Game will be interesting from here.”

He set the phone down. Pulled her closer. Held her tight against his chest.
The long game had just tilted in his favor.

[jiivawonderland]

What an update!

More than first time, Mirna falling into second time is so hot.

And Vikram gets Manya details. What is plan with Manya