Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

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Chapter 113 – Men realized they don't own them. 


Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Morning

Vikram woke up with a strong boner. He was completely nude under the sheet. He reached for Swathi but the bed beside him was empty. She had already left.

He felt the physical urge strong. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out. The hall was empty. He spotted Swathi in the kitchen. She was wearing a simple sleeveless night gown. The thin fabric clung to her body.

Vikram entered the kitchen barefoot. The towel was wrapped low around his hips. His skin still carried the faint heat of sleep. Swathi stood at the counter with her back to him. She wore a thin sleeveless night gown — pale cream cotton — the fabric so soft it clung to every curve. The morning light poured through the window and made the material almost translucent. He could see the gentle outline of her body beneath it. The dip of her waist. The swell of her hips.

Swathi turned and smiled.

“I just came to make coffee for us and Krish.”

Vikram did not speak. His eyes were dark with need. He crossed the space in two strides. His hands found her waist. He lifted her in one smooth powerful motion and set her on the kitchen slab. Marble cold against her thighs. She gasped sharply — surprised — delighted.

“Vikram you just woke up.”

He smiled. Slow. Hungry. The towel slipped to the floor. He stood bare before her. Hard. Ready. He stepped between her legs. Pushed the gown up her thighs in one rough motion. The thin straps slid off her shoulders. The neckline tore slightly at the seam with a soft ripping sound. He did not care. He yanked the fabric down exposing her breasts. Full. Soft. Nipples already peaked in the cool air.

Swathi’s breath hitched. Her hands gripped the edge of the slab.

He leaned in. Mouth on her neck first. Kissing. Sucking. Then lower. He took one nipple between his teeth. Bit gently at first. Then harder. She arched. A sharp moan escaped her. He soothed it with his tongue — slow wet circles — then bit again. Hungrily. Unleashing the urge that had built since he woke. His other hand cupped her breast. Squeezed. Kneaded. Thumb flicking the nipple he was not biting. She whimpered. Her head fell back. Hair spilling over the counter.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. Eyes burning.

“You taste like honey.”

Swathi laughed breathlessly. But the laugh turned into a moan when his mouth returned. More aggressive now. Teeth grazing. Tongue lashing. He switched breasts. Bit the other nipple. Pulled it into his mouth. Sucked hard. Her hips jerked forward instinctively. Seeking him.

He stepped closer. Aligned himself. Entered her in one deep thrust. No warning. No gentleness. Full. Thick. Stretching her. Swathi cried out. Her legs wrapped around his waist immediately. Heels digging into his lower back. Pulling him deeper.

He started moving. Hard. Fast. Relentless. Each thrust drove into her with force. Skin slapped against skin. The slab creaked beneath her. The kitchen had no doors. The sounds echoed clearly through the apartment. Wet. Rhythmic. Her moans loud and unrestrained. His low grunts mixing with them.

Swathi’s nails raked down his shoulders. Left red trails. She rocked against him. Meeting every thrust. Her breasts bounced with the impact. He caught one in his hand. Squeezed hard. Pinched the nipple. She arched again. Cried his name.
Krish walked out from his room. He stopped in the hallway. Saw them. Swathi on the slab. Legs locked around Vikram. Vikram thrusting into her with raw hunger. Her head thrown back. Mouth open in pleasure. Breasts exposed. Nipples dark and swollen from his teeth.

For a second Swathi noticed Krish watching them. Her eyes met his. She felt a strange sense. All these years in open marriage this was the first time she felt odd. A flicker of something uncomfortable. Not guilt exactly. But awareness. Krish’s face was unreadable. Eyes dark. Jaw tight. He turned silently. Walked away.



Vikram kept going. Harder. Deeper. He felt her clench around him. Knew she was close. He leaned in. Bit her earlobe. Whispered rough.

“Come for me.”


Swathi shattered. Her whole body clenched. Shuddered violently. She cried out — loud — unrestrained. Waves crashing through her. Vikram followed soon after. Groaning low. Holding her tight. Pulsing inside her.

They stayed like that for a moment. Breathing hard. Bodies slick. Then Vikram lifted her down gently. Kissed her forehead.

Swathi fixed her gown. The torn strap hung loose. She smiled at him — a little breathless.

“Coffee?”
Vikram laughed softly.
“Yeah. Coffee.”


They prepared breakfast together. Krish joined them at the table a few minutes later. 
He was quiet. His smile was forced.


During breakfast Krish noticed Swathi was more attentive to Vikram. Serving him first. Laughing at his jokes. 

Touching his arm casually. 

When Vikram said something commanding about business Swathi looked at him with clear admiration.


Krish’s smile faded. He excused himself to the balcony.


Swathi followed after a minute.

She stood beside him. Quiet for a moment.
"What happen to you? Why you sound different suddenly"

No response from krish 
Swathi continued
"Krish, in the same house, i had sex with one of your friend, and few more, i never seen your eyes this way!"

Krish : Nothing like that swathi.. im good. 
Swathi : You are Jealous now.. i dont know how to take it.

Krish: No im not Jealous, why should i be?
“You are jealous because he is above you now. The Shadow King. The one who controls everything.”

See we need to openly speak.. in years of open marriage first time i sense something wrong and i willing to fix it and go by what you say
why you seem jealous? 

Krish looked at her. Voice low.
“May be He is not the driver anymore. He is the boss. And you look at him like that.”

Swathi touched his arm.
“It is still us. You and me. This does not change anything.”


Krish nodded. But his eyes were distant.

Vikram joined them. Put his arm around Swathi possessively.
“Everything okay?”

He deliberately asserted presence. 

Vikram kissed Swathi deeply in front of Krish. Saying “Thank you for last night” loud enough for Krish to hear.


Krish smiled left the place, he went to office an hour after.

Swathi came back to the living room. She looked at Vikram.

“It is just 12 hours we both are in sexual relationship.
Why do you want to show off like you own me before Krish?
Who gave you that rights?”

Vikram looked at her. Voice calm.
“It is just something came on heart, i thought its okay to do it before Krish as you are in Open Marriage..

Swathi Said:  oh
Bharath is trying to do the same with Mirnaa. Will it be fine for you ?

seconds late she said...

You guys never respect women and their feelings.. who agree to have sex with you.”


Swathi stared at him for a long moment.

“You are right. But be careful. Krish is not used to this. Not like this.”


She said and left the place making Vikram to think.

Vikram stood there thinking about her words. The truth in them hit him harder than expected.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same time in the Morning


Mirnaa opened her eyes in the early morning light. Soft golden rays filtered through the curtains. Bharath was still asleep beside her. His arm rested heavily across her waist. His breathing was deep and even.


She felt a rush of warmth and safety. His body was warm against hers. The steady rise and fall of his chest felt comforting. Familiar. But then fresh guilt toward Vikram hit her like a wave. Sharp. Sudden. She remembered his voice on the phone yesterday — calm — forgiving — loving. And here she was. Naked. In another man’s bed. Again.

She slipped out of bed quietly. Her legs felt weak. Her thighs ached slightly from last night. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door.



She stood in front of the mirror. Stared at herself. Her hair was messy. There were small red marks on her shoulder and neck from last night. She touched them gently. Whispered to herself:


“What am I doing?”

Tears pricked her eyes. She turned on the faucet. Splashed cold water on her face. Took a deep breath. Looked at herself again. Her eyes were red. Tired. But there was something else there too. A flicker of want. Of need. Of something she was afraid to name.


She dried her face. Walked back to the bed.
Bharath stirred. He opened his eyes. Saw her standing there in the soft light. Smiled sleepily and reached for her.

“Come here.”



He pulled her close. She let him. His arms wrapped around her. Strong. Possessive. He started kissing her neck. Soft at first. Then deeper. His hand slid down her back. Cupped her ass. Pulled her tighter against him.



Mirnaa hesitated for a second. Her mind said no. Said stop. Said think of Vikram. But her body responded. Her nipples hardened against his chest. Her breath quickened. She melted into him.



They had slow morning sex. Gentle. Unhurried. Bharath moved with deep steady strokes. Each one deliberate. Each one making her feel him completely. She moaned softly against his shoulder. Her fingers dug into his back. When they came together she held him tight. Tears slipped down her cheeks. Silent. Hidden against his skin.

Afterward she lay on his chest. Voice quiet.



“Did your memories fade away? Am I giving you new memories?”

Bharath nodded. Kissed her hair.



“Best memories.”

Mirnaa continued. Voice soft but firm.



“I am doing this to you to acknowledge your love. To heal you. 



Bharath eyes looked at her like again is that all?

Mirna said covering for him...

....

And yes for myself. My desires. 



I love Vikram more than you even think. Whatever we do here it is for your farewell as you said. Do not expect anything in Chennai.”



She bent and kissed him. Slow. Deep. A promise and a goodbye in one.



“Three days I am yours as you want. As your memories wanted to cherish. Promise me in Chennai we have to be our old self. Can you?”



Bharath looked at her. His eyes searched hers. He nodded slowly.

“I promise.”


Both men realised something today. Even after heated sex.

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Chapter 114 – The Questions


Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Late Night

The room was quiet after their conversation. Vikram sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders heavy with everything they had discussed. He looked at Swathi, who stood near the door, ready to leave for her own room.

“I am sorry for how I acted earlier,” he said quietly. “I should not have pushed things in front of Krish like that. I will speak with him when the time is right. I do not want to create more problems between you two.”

Swathi gave him a small, understanding smile.

“It is okay. We will handle it. Get some rest now.”

She turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Vikram lay back on the bed. The lights were off. The city hummed faintly outside the window. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly.


Beach Resort – Early Morning

Vikram woke up in a beach resort. The room was bright with morning light. The sound of waves came through the open balcony door. He felt disoriented but stood up. He was wearing only a towel around his waist.

A calling bell rang sharply.

He walked to the door and opened it.

Aadharsh stood there, holding a weapon in his hand. His face was twisted with rage.

“You were just a driver after all. Now you call yourself the Shadow King? How dare you?”

Vikram pushed him back hard and slammed the door shut. He locked it quickly. His heart pounded. Panic rose in his chest. He turned and ran toward the guest room to alert Bharath.

But the room was empty. Bharath had already left the house.

When he was about to run to his own bedroom, he froze at the doorway.

Mirnaa and Bharath were having sex in their bedroom. Mirnaa was on top, riding him slowly, her moans filling the room. Bharath gripped her hips, guiding her movements.

Vikram’s stomach dropped. He stepped back and saw photos pasted on the door. Photos of him and Malavika having sex. Clear. Explicit. Unmistakable.

He thought Vicky was the reason for all this. He wanted to blame him. He pulled out his phone with shaking hands and called Vicky.
Manya picked up instead.

Her voice was cold and mocking.

“Why have you reached me yet? Do not you tell me I am the perfect revenge tool?”

Vikram felt uneasy. His hands trembled. He hung up and rushed to the kitchen.

Krish and Swathi were quarrelling there. Their voices were loud and angry.

“You are spending too much time with him,” Krish said.
Swathi replied sharply.

“It is none of your business. We are in an open marriage, remember?”

Vikram dragged Swathi away from the argument.
“We need to warn Mirnaa. Aadharsh is nearing.. Bharath is back... Now.”

But before they could move, Aadharsh broke through the bedroom door with a loud crash. Wood splintered everywhere.
Vikram was shocked.

Mirnaa came in between them to protect Vikram.
Aadharsh attacked.
The blade flashed.

Mirnaa cried out in pain.


........ Krish and Swathi's Apartment – 5 AM

Vikram woke up suddenly.

His heart was racing. Sweat covered his body. He sat up in bed, breathing hard. The dream felt too real. Too close.
He looked at the clock. It was five in the morning.

He realised something important. Ever since he achieved the Shadow King title, he had been idle. He had not addressed the shattering happenings around him. He had let things drift. Let Bharath get closer to Mirnaa. Let secrets pile up. Let his own darkness grow unchecked.
He questioned himself in the dark room.

No. No, Vikram. Do not be idle.

Some questions are still unanswered

1. What happens to Aadhars! Now powerless will he continue be a threat
2. Will Bharath reveal vikram's secret to retain his hold on Mirna?
3. How will you remove Bharath from your space without alerting or bothering Mirna
4. How will you utilize Manya? What is that new secrets of Bharath?
5. When you will come clean to Mirna?
6. Whats the status of the bigshot who tried molest mirna in hospital 
7. What is your future with krish and Swathi , especially Kirsh after having a misunderstanding?


He listed the things he must do, whispering them to himself like a vow.


First, Aadharsh must be totally cut down. Completely removed from the picture.
Second, Bharath must be totally isolated from Mirnaa, emotionally and physically. No more contact. No more influence.
Third, his secrets must stay buried. No one can know the full truth about the Shadow King.
Fourth, he must come clean with Mirnaa. Eventually. When she is strong enough.
Fifth, he must make things smooth again between Krish and Swathi. He cannot destroy their marriage in the process.
Sixth, reach Manya..

It seemed highly tricky at this time. Almost impossible. But he was determined.
He got out of bed. The long game was no longer enough. He needed to start moving.

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Chapter 115 - Vikram's Sorry and Bharath's freuqncy request. 

Vikram woke up restless after the dream. His mind was already in action mode. The empire Sekaran once built was safe under his control now. The Shadow King title had settled firmly on his shoulders. But he felt the weight of everything he had left unaddressed. He decided it was time to return to Chennai. He needed to be near Mirnaa. He needed to start moving on the five points he had listed in the dark.



He came out of the bedroom. The apartment was quiet. No one in the hall. He heard faint sounds from the kitchen.
He walked in. Krish stood at the counter pouring coffee.

Krish saw him and nodded.
“Good morning.”
Vikram returned the greeting.
“Good morning.”
Krish glanced toward the hallway.
“Swathi is still in bed. Tired.”

Vikram nodded.
“I did not look for her yet. But I wanted to talk with you.”

Krish set the coffee pot down. He looked at Vikram steadily.
“Regarding?”

They stood in silence for a moment. Then Krish walked toward the balcony. Vikram followed.

They sat outside. The city spread out below them in the morning haze. Coffee cups steamed between them. The silence stretched for a long minute before Vikram spoke
.
“I am sorry for the way I acted yesterday. And the day before. I should not have shown off like that in front of you. I crossed a line. I know it.”

Krish looked at him. His face was calm but his eyes carried something heavier.

“It is not just showing off. It is how it happened. 
Swathi never allowed anyone she had been with to do sexual things outside the bedroom. 
You fucked her in the kitchen. 
Then kissed her on the balcony. 
Right in front of me. 
Two days in a row you had sex with her. 
She never did back-to-back with the same person before. Other than me.”


Vikram exhaled slowly.

“The first day we did not have sex. She was just teasing you. 

It was only the second day. Even though it was not planned. 
She was telling me her worries and concerns. She shared long stories and got tired. We slept. 
But in the middle of the night I approached her. I was in the mood, she didnt say no.. We had sex. I did not plan it. It just happened.”

Krish nodded. He looked away toward the skyline.

“She wants me to leave this network. Start a restaurant chain. Settle somewhere in India. She is done with the risk I face here. She wanted to speak to you about it. She thinks you can help me exit cleanly. Is that the thing she was discussing with you?”

Vikram looked at him.

“Yes.. She is right.  You should. She is worried about you, the risk here in business. 
I will make sure you walk away with everything you need. No loose ends. No threats. You deserve that.”

Krish met his eyes.

“Thank you. But it is not as simple as you think. But I will try to think for her.”

Vikram stood up.

“I am going back to Chennai today. I cannot wait here while Mirnaa is there alone.”

Krish raised an eyebrow.
“Today? You were supposed to stay longer.”

Vikram:
“I need to see her. Aadharsh is nowhere to find... Something feels off.”

He did not reveal anything about Bharath and Mirnaa. Not yet.


Vikram asked:
“Any word on Aadharsh?”

Krish shook his head.
“We tried to spot him. Nothing. Every big shot middleman, every link associated with him cut ties the moment they heard the Shadow King is back. Someone truly replaced Sekaran. But no one knows it is you.”

Vikram gave a small nod.
“Good. Keep it that way.”

He turned to leave.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same Morning

Mirnaa woke in Bharath’s arms. The sheets were tangled around their bodies. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. Bharath was already awake. He kissed her shoulder softly.

“Good morning.”

They had slow morning sex. Gentle at first. Then deeper. His hands roamed her body. Her moans filled the quiet room. When they came together she held him tight. Her breath was shaky. Her body still trembled.

Afterward she lay on his chest. Voice quiet.


Bharath spoke first.
“Mirnaa I have a concern.”

She lifted her head.
“What?”

Bharath:
“I cannot suddenly withdraw from this. From our relationship. Instead of stopping let us reduce the frequency. From every day to twice a day. Then thrice a week. Then on weekends. Then monthly once. Then none.”

Mirnaa murmured softly. Her body was still under his control. Another wave of pleasure lingered inside her.
“Mmm.”

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it.

A message from Vikram.
Good morning darling.

Attached was an image of a flight ticket. Scheduled for three hours from now. He was returning to Chennai tomorrow.

Mirnaa stared at the screen.
“So I need to get back to Chennai tomorrow? Three more days promise is diluted?”

Bharath looked at the phone. Then at her.
He smiled gently.

“It is okay. We still have today. And tomorrow evening we can return to chennai by flight..”
Mirnaa did not reply. Her mind was already racing

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Chapter 116 - Erotic moment before the flight - Swathi's Assurance. 


Swathi stood in the hallway after Krish told her what had happened.
Her expression softened. 

She looked at Krish for a long moment.

“Give me an hour.”

Krish understood. He nodded quietly and walked away.

Swathi entered Vikram’s bedroom. 

He was packing the last of his things. 
She closed the door behind her and locked it.



Vikram turned. Before he could speak, Swathi stepped close and gently pushed him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Her simple sleeveless gown rode up her thighs.

You are leaving? Why you did'nt tell me?

“You started sex without a word that night, it was quick but not memorable, even the kitchen encounter was too bad” 

she whispered, her voice low and husky.

Do i look like a bitch who just satisfy your needs. 
I planned to go my way when you would stay here for few more days.. 
but you are trying to leave early..?
It should be double way. Not one way... come lets do it proper now..

Vikram blinked
He said i just apologized to your husband

Swathi : I know, i informed him, he know meaning of my words and he let me to do..

 “Your flight is in three hours. I  need an hour, for a proper session, this one hour is ours.”

She leaned down and kissed him deeply. Her hands moved slowly, pulling his shirt open. 

Vikram responded, but there was a slight hesitation in his touch. His hands slid under her gown, gripping her bare hips. He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion. The gown slipped off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then a little harder. 

Swathi moaned softly, her back arching off the bed.

He moved lower, kissing down her stomach, spreading her legs wide. His tongue found her, licking slowly at first, then with more hunger. Swathi’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. 

Her moans grew louder, but there was a tenderness in the way she held him. She came quickly, shuddering against his mouth, her hand stroking his hair as if comforting him.

Vikram did not stop. He moved up, entered her in one deep thrust. Swathi cried out softly, wrapping her legs around him. 

1 hour of relentless move from both 

He moved inside her with deep, steady strokes. Not frantic, but full of need. Skin pressed against skin. Swathi’s nails traced gentle patterns down his back. She came again, her body trembling violently beneath him. Vikram followed, groaning low as he emptied inside her.


They lay together afterward, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Swathi turned to him, her hand resting on his chest. She traced slow circles there.

“Do not rush,” she whispered. “Mirnaa must feel safe first. If you expose Bharath now, he will expose you back. If you do anything to harm him, she will defend him out of guilt. So stay calm. Accept. Then do it when things are in your control.”


Vikram nodded slowly. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, his voice quieter than usual.

“I understand. But it is hard. Knowing he is there with her. Knowing what he is doing to her. I keep thinking about how I started all of this.”

Swathi shifted closer, resting her head on his shoulder.

“You did what you had to do at the time. We both know that. But now you have to protect her heart more than anything else. 


She needs to feel loved. Accepted. Not judged. That is the only way she will come back to you whole.”

Vikram turned his head to look at her. His hand found hers and held it.

“Thank you. For being here. For helping me see clearly. I do not know what I would do without you right now.”

Swathi smiled softly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles.

“You are not alone in this. We are in it together. As friends. As companions. Whatever happens, I am here.”

They lay like that for a few more minutes, the silence comfortable, filled with an unspoken understanding. Then Swathi kissed his cheek gently.
“Come. Let us get you ready.”

They dressed quietly. Swathi helped him with his bag. When they stepped out, Krish was waiting in the living room. He looked at both of them, then at Vikram.

“Safe flight.”

Vikram nodded.
“Thank you for everything.”

Krish and Swathi drove him to the airport. At the departure gate, Swathi hugged him tightly, holding on a little longer than usual.

“Be careful. And remember what I said. You are stronger than you think.”

Vikram boarded the flight. As the plane took off, he looked out the window at the city below. His mind was already in Chennai.

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Chapter 117 – The Net Tightens - Aadharsh smells betrayal of Bharath



Flight from Dubai to Chennai – Midday

Vikram sat in the first-class cabin, window seat, the hum of the engines a steady background. 
The cabin lights were dimmed. Most passengers slept or watched screens. 
He did neither. His laptop was open on the tray table, screen angled so no one could see. 
A secure VPN connection blinked green in the corner.

He typed a short encrypted message to his lead intelligence handler in Chennai.

Urgent update required. Full sweep on Aadharsh. 

Current location, recent movements, any communication with Bharath or his circle. Priority one. No trace. Report within the hour.

He hit send and leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment. The dream from last night still lingered — the blade, Mirnaa stepping in front, the blood. He rubbed his temple. The guilt was quieter now, but the urgency was louder. He could not afford to be idle anymore.


His phone vibrated once — a secure notification. The report had already started coming in. He opened the encrypted attachment.
The file loaded quickly.

Aadharsh had smelled the double-agent work. That much was confirmed. 
He had sent men to search for Bharath — discreet teams, not direct employees. 
They had started in Chennai, then moved to Trichy. But the trail had gone cold.
Bharath had smartly diverted him suspecting Adarsh move..

But Vikram is unsure, if aadharsh had smelled it..  He sent a cryptic message to Bharath telling about Aadharsh had smelled.


After the Noida attack, other bigshots had turned against Aadharsh. The political and underworld alliances that once protected him had fractured. His own people were distancing themselves. 

The search had stopped abruptly two days ago.


Aadharsh was hiding like a wounded lion.

Not at his sister’s place. Not at any known safe house. Not in any of the usual luxury properties. The report listed three possible locations — a remote farmhouse near Ooty, a private yacht docked off Kochi, and an old colonial bungalow in Pondicherry under a shell company name. All were low-probability, but they were the only leads left.


Vikram’s jaw tightened. He scrolled further.

Attached was a photo. Grainy, taken from long range. Aadharsh stepping out of a black SUV at night. Face half-hidden by a cap. But the posture, the way he moved — it was him. The timestamp was forty-eight hours old. Location: outskirts of Chennai.

Vikram leaned forward. His pulse quickened.

The net was closing, but Aadharsh was still moving. Still dangerous. Still capable of lashing out.
He typed another message to the handler.

Deploy surveillance on all three sites. Discreet. No contact. I want eyes on him 24/7. 
If he moves toward Bharath or Mirnaa, I want to know immediately.


He sent it, then opened a second encrypted channel — this one to a different team.

Activate phase two on Bharath. [encrypted informations sent]

He closed the laptop. Looked out the window at the clouds below. The flight had another three hours left. 
His mind was already on the ground in Chennai. On Mirnaa. On Bharath. 
On the moment he would walk through the door of their beach house and see her face.

He whispered to himself, barely audible.

“Stay calm. Accept. Then control.”

But the words felt thinner now. The dream had cracked something open inside him. 
He could no longer pretend everything was under control.

He decided to reopen the mail and read again the detailed scoop on Manya

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Chapter 118 – The First Night


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same Morning


Bharath’s phone buzzed again on the nightstand. He reached for it, still inside Mirnaa, their bodies slick and slow. He glanced at the screen while keeping his rhythm gentle.

The message was from Vikram. Short. Direct.

Warning: Aadharsh has smelled the double-agent work. He is searching for you. Stay sharp. I am on my way back. Arriving Chennai tomorrow evening. We need to talk.

Bharath read it once. Then twice. No panic crossed his face. He had anticipated this for weeks. Aadharsh was not stupid — he had started sniffing around after the Noida fallout. Bharath had made sure of that. He had planted false trails deliberately: fake hotel bookings in Kochi under his name, burner phone pings from there, even a staged sighting at a Kochi dock. Aadharsh’s men were combing Kerala right now, hundreds of kilometers away. Goa remained clean. Safe. For a few more days.

He set the phone face-down and looked back at Mirnaa. She was watching him, eyes half-lidded from pleasure, but curious.
“Everything okay?”

Bharath smiled. Gentle. Reassuring. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, slowing his thrusts to a lazy rock.
“Just work. Nothing we cannot handle.”

He pulled out slowly, kissed her forehead, then her lips again. His hand slid down her side, cupping her hip.

“Vikram is on his way back. Arriving tomorrow evening. We still have today. And tonight. Let us make them count.”
Mirnaa nodded. Her body relaxed beneath him again. But her mind flickered — tomorrow evening. Three days had become less than two. The promise felt fragile now.

Bharath sensed it. He rolled them so she was on top again. His hands guided her hips, encouraging her to move.

“We will face him together. You and me. We will smile. We will be normal. He does not need to know how deep this went. He forgave us already. He said it himself — he pushed you into this. He will not ask questions if we do not give him reasons.”

Mirnaa swallowed. She started moving again — slow circles — but her voice was hesitant.
“But… how do we act normal after everything? After all these nights? After the way you touch me? After I… after we…”

Bharath lifted her chin gently. Looked into her eyes.

“Because we are adults. Because we both know what this is. A goodbye. A memory. We will keep it locked away. In Chennai we go back to being friends. Colleagues. Nothing more. No touches. No secret glances. We will be careful. For his sake. For yours. For mine.”

He kissed her again. Deeper this time. His hands moved to her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples.

“And until then… let me love you the way I want. Let me give you everything I have left. So when we leave this place, we both carry something beautiful. Not just guilt.”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched. She nodded slowly.
“Okay.”

She began to rock again. Faster now. Her hips rolling. Breasts bouncing softly. Bharath watched her — eyes dark with hunger. He caught her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently, thumbs teasing the nipples. Mirnaa moaned louder. Her rhythm quickened. She leaned forward, hair falling around them like a curtain. Their faces close. She kissed him hard. 

Then deeper. Her movements grew bolder. She rose and fell, taking him fully each time. A low moan escaped her. Bharath stayed still at first — letting her lead — then his hips began to meet hers. Matching her pace. Pushing her higher.

She came again. Shuddering hard. Collapsing forward onto his chest. Breathing ragged.
Bharath held her close. Kissed her temple.

“See? This is what we have. Just for now. Just for these hours.”

Mirnaa whispered against his neck.
“You said you would reduce frequency.”

Bharath laughed softly.

“Yes. I did. But Vikram is coming tomorrow evening. We have today. Tonight. Tomorrow morning maybe. Then we slow down. We have to. For him. For us.”

He rolled them over. Kissed her deeply.

“But right now… let me love you one more time.”
Mirnaa nodded. Eyes shining.
“Okay.”


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Midday


Bharath had decided. He did not want the remaining hours to be only sex-filled. Not anymore. He wanted to build something deeper, something emotional that would linger in Mirnaa’s mind long after they left this place. He wanted her to carry him not just in her body, but in her heart — at least for a little while longer.

He dressed in a simple white linen shirt and shorts. Mirnaa came out of the bedroom in a light blue sundress — the kind that floated around her legs when she walked. She looked fresh, innocent, beautiful. Bharath felt a sharp tug inside his chest. He pushed it down quickly.

“Come. Let us go out.”
Mirnaa smiled, surprised.

“Where?”

“A popular seaside restaurant. Lunch. Then evening shopping at the market. Normal things. Things couples do.”
Mirnaa hesitated for a second. Then nodded.

“Okay.”
They walked hand in hand along the narrow lanes to the restaurant. It sat right on the beach — open on three sides, tables under palm-thatched roofs, waves crashing a few meters away. The waiter recognized Bharath and gave them the best table — corner, private, facing the sea.

They ordered fresh seafood — grilled prawns, fish curry, coconut rice. Bharath fed her the first prawn from his hand. Mirnaa laughed softly, cheeks pink.
“You are feeding me like a child.”

Bharath smiled.

“No. Like someone I care about.”
He leaned closer.

“I want you to remember this. Not just the nights. The days too. The way we laughed. The way we walked together. The way I looked at you like you were the only person in the world.”

Mirnaa looked down at her plate. Her smile faded a little.
“Bharath… we have to stop soon. Vikram is coming tomorrow evening.”

Bharath nodded slowly.

“I know. That is why I want today to be different. Let us fill it with good things. So when you think of Goa, you think of this — not just guilt.”
They talked for a long time. About nothing important. About music they liked. Places they had never been. Dreams they had when they were younger. Bharath listened carefully. He asked questions. He laughed at her stories. He touched her hand across the table — light, companionable touches. Not possessive. Not sexual. Just warm.

Mirnaa relaxed. Her smile returned. Real this time.

Evening – Famous Market Place

The market was alive with color and sound. Stalls lined both sides of the street — handmade jewelry, cotton scarves, wooden carvings, spices, beach dresses. Bharath held her hand the whole time. Fingers laced. Thumbs brushing knuckles. He bought her a silver anklet — simple, delicate. Knelt in the middle of the crowd to put it on her.

“Every step you take in Chennai, you will feel it. You will remember me.”
Mirnaa laughed, embarrassed but pleased.
“You are impossible.”

He bought her a scarf — soft blue, the color of her dress. Wrapped it around her shoulders himself. Then bought a small wooden carving of a couple holding hands.

“For your shelf. So you see us every day.”

He asked her to buy something for Vikram — a leather wallet, simple but elegant.

“Give it to him when he arrives. Tell him you saw it and thought of him. He will like that.”

Mirnaa did. Her innocence, her smile, her smoothness kept torturing him inside. Every time she laughed, every time she leaned against him while looking at something, he felt it — a sharp ache. He told himself silently:

Do not fall for Mirnaa. She is not love. She is just your itch for a few months. The price for the risks.
But the words felt thinner every time he repeated them.


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night

They returned from dinner late. The villa was quiet except for the distant sound of waves. Bharath did not rush her toward the bedroom. Instead, he took her hand and led her to the living room couch. He sat first, pulled her down beside him, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. His chin rested on her shoulder. His breath was warm against her ear.

“Let us stay like this for a while,” he murmured. “Tomorrow evening we have a flight.”

Mirnaa leaned back against him, confused.

“You said flight by morning. And evening we will reach Chennai.”

Bharath’s arms tightened slightly around her waist.

“The flight has been cancelled due to weather issues.”

It was a lie. He had checked the schedule himself earlier — flights were running normally. But he needed this night. One full, uninterrupted night before Vikram arrived.

Mirnaa frowned, turning her head slightly to look at him.

“Really? Which airline? Let me check—”

Bharath kissed the side of her neck softly, interrupting her.

“Mirnaa… I love you.”

The words were quiet. Simple. But they landed heavy. She stilled in his arms.

He continued, voice low and soft, almost a whisper against her skin.

“See, tomorrow we are going to Chennai. Tonight is our last planned day in Goa. And tonight… I need to remember it. Can you switch off your mobile? Let us love each other. I want you to love me. Forget Vikram. Forget the years. Think we just met new and fell in love.”

He paused. Let the words settle.

“Wear a saree and come. Let us think this is our marriage night.”

Mirnaa blushed deeply. Her cheeks burned. She looked down at her hands, then back at him. Her eyes were wide, uncertain, but something in his gaze — tender, patient, almost pleading — made her nod slowly.

“Okay.”

She stood up. Walked to the bedroom. Bharath waited on the couch, heart steady but mind racing. He had no intention of slowing down forever. But tonight he would play the love game. Slow. Emotional. Overwhelming. Make her feel cherished. Make her crave the memory.

Mirnaa returned ten minutes later. She had chosen a simple red cotton saree — the kind she wore at home in the village years ago. No heavy embroidery. No glamour. Just soft fabric dbangd perfectly around her body. The pallu fell over one shoulder. Her hair was loose, still slightly damp from the shower. She looked innocent. Beautiful. Nervous.

Bharath stood up slowly. Walked to her. Took both her hands in his.

“You look like a bride.”

Mirnaa smiled shyly, eyes dropping.

“I have not worn a saree like this in years.”

He lifted her chin gently.

“Then tonight you are my bride. And I am your husband. No past. No future. Just us. Right now.”

He led her to the bedroom. The lights were low — only the bedside lamps glowing warm. He had already scattered a few rose petals on the bed — simple, not overdone. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his legs. His hands rested on her hips, thumbs brushing the bare skin above the saree.

“May I?”

Mirnaa nodded.

He began to undress her slowly. First the pallu — he let it fall away. Then the pins holding the pleats. The saree unwound like silk ribbon. He kissed every inch of skin as it was revealed — her collarbone, the curve of her breast, the soft dip of her stomach. When she stood in just her blouse and petticoat, he stood up and removed those too. Gently. Reverently.

She was naked before him. Vulnerable. Trembling slightly.

Bharath undressed himself next. Shirt. Pants. Underwear. He stood bare, hard, but did not rush. He pulled her close. Skin to skin. Held her for a long moment — just hugging. No movement. Just breathing together.

“I love you,” he whispered again. “Tonight you are mine completely. And I am yours.”

He guided her to the bed. Laid her down on her back amid the petals. Climbed over her. Kissed her lips. Slow. Deep. Tongue brushing hers. Then down her neck. Her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth — gentle suck, soft swirl of tongue. Mirnaa sighed. Her fingers slid into his hair.

He kissed lower. Stomach. Hips. Inner thighs. When he reached her center he licked slowly — long strokes, tasting her. Mirnaa’s hips lifted slightly. A soft moan escaped her. He took his time. Brought her close. Then backed off. Again and again. Until she was trembling, begging quietly.

“Bharath… please…”

He rose up. Positioned himself between her legs. Entered her slowly. Inch by inch. Watching her face the whole time. Mirnaa’s eyes fluttered closed. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp. When he was fully inside he paused. Let her feel him. Let her adjust.

Then he began to move.

Slow. Deep. Every thrust deliberate. He kept his weight on his forearms so he could look at her. Kiss her. Whisper against her lips.

“You are so beautiful.”

“You feel perfect.”

“I have never wanted anyone like this.”

Mirnaa’s hands roamed his back. Her legs wrapped around him. She met his rhythm. Soft moans turned into deeper cries. Pleasure built steadily — not rushed, but overwhelming in its intensity. She came first — a slow, rolling orgasm that made her entire body tremble. She clung to him. Tears slipped from her eyes again — not sadness, but the sheer depth of feeling.

Bharath kept moving through it. Gentle. Loving. Then faster. Harder. He buried his face in her neck. Groaned her name. Came deep inside her with a long shudder.

They stayed joined for a long time. Breathing together. Bodies pressed close.

Bharath kissed her temple.

“Thank you… for tonight. For giving me this.”

Mirnaa whispered back.

“Thank you… for making it feel like love.”

He smiled against her skin.

“Sleep now. We have tomorrow.”

Mirnaa closed her eyes. Safe in his arms. The guilt was still there — quieter tonight. Almost bearable.

Bharath stayed awake a little longer.
 Staring at the ceiling. Feeling the weight of her trust.
The warmth of her body. The lie he had just told about the flight.

He told himself again:

She is not love. Just an itch.

But tonight the lie felt almost impossible to believe.

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Chapter 119 - Vikram reached Chennai - While Bharath and Mirna got delayed.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Late Morning


Mirnaa and Bharath woke up late. The sun was already high, streaming through the curtains in warm golden stripes across the bed. They had fallen asleep after their first night pretending to be a married couple — just for Bharath’s wish. The room still carried the scent of last night: rose petals, sweat, and them. 

Mirnaa lay on her side facing him, one leg dbangd over his. Bharath’s arm was heavy across her waist.

She opened her eyes first. Looked at him for a long moment — his face relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted. A small ache bloomed in her chest. Not regret exactly. Something softer. Something more dangerous.


She whispered.

“The day arrived. We might need to put a stop here.”

Bharath stirred. Opened his eyes. Looked at her. A sleepy smile curved his lips.

“Yes. Until we leave, I will not leave you.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. Then her lips — slow, lingering.

“Let us make today count.”

They stayed like that for a while. No rush. Just breathing together. His hand tracing lazy circles on her back. Her fingers resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Eventually they got up. Went to the shower together.

In the shower, Bharath dropped to his knees. Water cascaded over them both. He held her hips firmly. His tongue licked her vagina hungrily — long, slow strokes at first, savoring her. Then fast circles on her clit. Mirnaa struggled against the pleasure. Her hands gripped the tiles. Legs shaking. She moaned loudly, trying to push his head away  overwhelmed  but he held her steady. Devoured her. Relentless. Until she came hard, crying out his name, thighs trembling against his shoulders.

He stood up. Kissed her deeply under the spray. No more. Just casual affection now.

He smiled against her mouth.

“Evening we have flight. Before that let us go to a secluded beach. I have a small surprise.”

Mirnaa nodded. Breath still uneven.

“Okay.”



Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – An hour later same day


An hour later Vikram arrived at their Chennai beach house first. 
The familiar sound of waves greeted him. 
He walked through the empty rooms, his mind heavy. 
He expected Mirnaa and Bharath to arrive in the evening.
If missed, best would be in the night.
He decided to call them.


Afternoon – Secluded Beach

Thirty minutes back they reached the spot. 

A hidden stretch of sand, tucked between rocks. No people. Just the sun blazing overhead and the sea stretching out forever.

Bharath spread a blanket. Stripped down to his inner. 
Mirnaa hesitated, then removed her dress — left in bra and panties. 
She looked around nervously.

“No one here?”
Bharath smiled.

“It is a fun place. Foreigners used to come here. Have sex openly. No judgment. Just freedom.”

Mirnaa blushed but relaxed. They lay down. Sunbathing. Side by side. He put one earbud in her ear, one in his. 
oft music played — a playlist he had made. They joked. Sang along. Imitated the lyrics. Laughed when they got the words wrong. Her hand rested on his chest. His fingers traced patterns on her arm.

They were quiet for a while. Just listening. Feeling the sun. Feeling each other.

They changed their position on stomach now...


Then her phone rang.

Vikram.
Mirnaa froze. Bharath looked at her.
“Answer it.”

She did. Put it on speaker.

“Yes Vikram? You reached where are you”

Vikram’s voice came through — calm, warm.

“Hi darling. Yes im at our house... you guys Started? Reached Bangalore yet?”
Mirnaa swallowed.

“No… we didn’t get the flight. We will start only by evening. Reach Bangalore tonight. Then morning we will be home. Now in a secluded Beach”

Bharath watched her face. Saw the flicker of guilt. He decided to test her. 
Slowly, he slid her panties down her legs. 
Mirnaa looked around  panicked — but no one was there. 
She did not stop him.



Vikram:
“So now in sightseeing or game or in room?”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched as Bharath positioned himself. He laid himself behind her.  He entered her in prone bone position — slow at first. 
Then one smooth push. Deep. Full. 

A sharp electric wave passed through her. 
She let out a soft “aahmmm” moan.

Vikram:
“What happened?”

Mirnaa bit her lip. She looked back at Bharath — not blaming, not warning — just a question in her eyes. 
Why now? While I am speaking to him?
She answered Vikram.


“Nothing… Vikram. We are at the beach. A secluded place. Sunbathing.”

Vikram laughed softly.
“I never knew my wife could be this open and naughty out there in public.”

Mirnaa blushed. Bharath started moving — slow, deep thrusts. She struggled to keep her voice steady.
“How… how do you know?”

Vikram:
“I am not deaf.”

Mirnaa closed her eyes for a second. Bharath’s rhythm was steady. Relentless. She felt every inch.
“Sorry… I did not mean to…”

Vikram:
“Enjoy as you can in Goa. Love you. But come back soon. I am already missing you.”

Mirnaa’s voice shook.
“Me too…”
The call ended.

Bharath did not stop. He thrust deeper. 


Harder. Mirnaa moaned openly now. 
The thrill of being caught — of speaking to Vikram while Bharath moved inside her (A silent weapon Bharath always wanted to implant in Mirna) — overtook her fear. She came hard. Shuddering. Crying out. Bharath followed soon after. Groaning low.

They lay on the sand afterward. Breathing hard. Sand stuck to their skin. Waves crashed nearby.
Mirnaa whispered.

“You did that while I was speaking to him.”
Bharath kissed her shoulder.

“I wanted to see if you would stop me. You didn’t.”
Mirnaa turned to him.

“I should have.”
Bharath smiled.
“But you didn’t. That is what matters.”
You are strongly reciprocating my love

Mirna thought no i just want to leave the goa with feeding some good memories to you.. but i didnt want to tell you it would hurt you.

What she doesn't know is she is mentally prepared to allow such if Bharath wants more even in Chennai.



At Chennai 

As soon as the call cut. Their sex continued. 
But deep down Vikram hated him more. 
He could not stand still. He wanted to beat him. Finish him.
 But all Swathi’s warnings came before him.


Evening went uneasy.
He then determined: no need to wait for him and push. Let us do now.

He rang a phone.
The call went.
The receiver took.
“Hello?”

Vikram:
“Hello, I am Vikram here.”

Other end: Yes

Vikram: “I want to meet you today. Is that possible?”

Other end:  “I don’t know anyone in the name Vikram. Are you calling me? Did you know me?”

Vikram: “Yes!”

Other side: Sorry please be specific? “Whom do you want…”

Then a sound came over the phone. A baby cries.

And an old lady shouts:
“Hey Manya, your baby is crying. Give her some food…”


MANYA the name Vikram always had as a trump card. but Bharath pushed him and he had to take it..  Swathi may warn him for taking the card earlier..

But as a husband of Mirnaa.. 
Vikram knows well, this is the right time.. 
MANYA, lets the game start again.. Vikram told himself in Mind.

[jiivawonderland]

wow Vikram back on track, i guess Vikram will revenge Bharath with Manya. Vikram is lucky to have so many lovers. LOL

[Muralimm]

This is getting more thriller every update makes sense

Super keep going like this

[rangeeladesi]

Well-crafted.

[heygiwriter]

This is getting more thriller every update makes sense

Super keep going like this

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Well-crafted.

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 120 – Vikram’s Offer to Manya

Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Late Afternoon

Vikram stared at the blank screen. Mirnaa’s voice — shaky, breathless — still echoed in his head. “Me too…” followed by that soft, unmistakable moan. The sound of her pleasure. While she was talking to him. While Bharath was inside her.

He could not stand still.

His fist clenched around the phone so hard the case creaked. Rage boiled under his skin — hot, sharp, immediate. He wanted to beat Bharath. Finish him. Right now. Drive to the airport. Wait for their flight. Drag him out and end it with his bare hands.

But Swathi’s warnings crashed over him like cold water.
“Do not rush. Mirnaa must feel safe first.”
“If you expose Bharath now, he will expose you back.”
“If you do anything to harm him, she will defend him out of guilt.”

He forced a breath. Forced his fist to open. The phone dropped onto the couch.

Evening went uneasy.

He paced the living room. Waves crashed outside — the same sound that used to calm him. Now it mocked him. Every minute stretched. Every tick of the clock reminded him: they were still in Goa. Still together. Still fucking. While he waited here. Alone.

He sat down. Rubbed his face. Then stood up again.
No. No more waiting.

He was done being patient. Done playing the long game while Bharath took everything.

He picked up the phone again. Scrolled to a number he had not called in months. A private line. A direct contact.

He rang it.

The call went through.
The receiver took.
“Hello?”

Vikram’s voice was low. Controlled. But edged with something dangerous.
“Hello. I am Vikram here.”

A pause on the other end. Confusion.
“I don’t know anyone by the name Vikram. Did you dial the right number?”

Vikram:
“Yes.”

Other side — wary now.
“Whom do you want…”

Then a sound came over the phone.

A baby cried. Sharp. Hungry.
An old lady’s voice shouted in the background.
“Hey Manya! Your baby is crying! Give her some food!”
The line went quiet for a second.

Then Manya’s voice — soft, surprised, suddenly alert.
“Vikram?”

Vikram sat on the edge of the bed, phone still in his hand.
The baby’s cry and the old lady’s shout still echoed in his ears.


Vikram:
“Manya.”


Manya:
“Yes… who are you?”


She sounded surprised — how did he know her name? Was he someone known? She had not given her new number to anyone. Who could it be?


Manya:
“I don’t remember anyone in the name of Vikram. What do you want and how do you know my name?”

Vikram:
“I know you but you may not know me.”

Manya:
“See, I am a working woman. Please be straight. Don’t waste time talking… if you are some old friend, stop playing and come to the point. Are upi some old friend from college?”


Vikram:
“Manya, this is Vikram. I am not your friend.”

Manya:
“Then who are you?”

Vikram:
“One who would help you seek justice.”

Manya:
“What are you blabbering about?”

Vikram:
“Give me a chance to explain. Can we meet today?”

Manya:
“What no!! No. Why should I meet you? First tell me who you are exactly. Some old Friend from College?”

Vikram:
“I am not your friend but not your enemy as well. I have information about Bharath and the company that wronged your husband. I want to get justice for you.”

Manya thought for a second and said:
“Let us assume you are going to get me justice. What is there for you here?”

Vikram:
“Justice for me too. Because I am a victim myself.”

Manya thought for a second. She asked:
“Explain to me.”

Vikram:
“Not everything can be said over the phone. One thing is sure — I know what Bharath did to you. To your husband. To me. I have proof. And I have a way to make him pay. For both of us. Can we meet?”

Manya:
“Where are you?”


Vikram:
“Chennai. 

Mirna: Im in Bangalore

Vikram: i Know, I can fly out now. Meet in a public place. Your choice.”
A longer pause.

Manya:
“Park. Near the pond. 6 PM. I will be with my mother. No funny business.”


Vikram stood up.
“I will be there.”


Bangalore – Park – Evening

Vikram landed in Bangalore two hours later. A private charter no questions, no records. He took a cab straight to Park. The evening was cool. Families walked. Children played. The lotus pond shimmered under the last light.


He spotted her near a bench under a large banyan tree. Manya sat with an older woman — her mother and the baby in a stroller. Manya was gorgeous — even more than the photos. Long dark hair. Sharp eyes. A quiet strength in her posture. No wonder Bharath could not forget her.

Vikram approached slowly. Hands visible. No sudden moves.


“Manya?”
She looked up. Tense. Wary.


“You are Vikram?”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
She glanced at her mother, then back at him.

“Sit. But keep distance.”

Vikram sat on the bench opposite her. The mother watched him like a hawk.

Manya spoke first.
“Who are you really? And why do you want to meet me?”

Vikram kept his voice low. Steady.
“I am a friend of Bharath. That is how I wanted to tell you. But he is a homewrecker. He is trying to destroy my life the same way he destroyed
 yours. I need your help.”


Manya’s eyes narrowed.
“I wanted to meet because I thought you said you would bring justice for my husband. And the money the company owed us. The scheme Bharath and his father committed.”

Vikram nodded.
“I have thought about it. I can make that happen. I have links. I can force the settlement. I can make Bharath pay — financially, legally, completely.”

Manya leaned forward slightly.
“What do you need exactly? You don’t want to do it for free, right?”

Vikram met her eyes. No hesitation.
“I need you to love someone back. If you can do it, I will seek justice for you.”

Manya blinked.

“What?”
“Yes. If you love someone back… I can bring justice immediately. I have the leverage. But I need you to play a part.”


Manya stared at him. The baby fussed in the stroller. 
The mother reached over to soothe it. Manya’s voice dropped.


She didn’t want to enquire and cut off, but curiosity won. She asked.
“Whom Should i love back?”


Vikram leaned in just a fraction.
“Bharath.”



Manya: What!

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Chapter 121 – Manya's Refusal

Bangalore – Park – Evening

Manya: Bharath what?

Vikram: Please stop getting shocked.. Give me some time to speak, tell you fully, clearly.. 

Manya: I'm here just tell me now..

Vikram looked at her mother and said to Manya, shall we move that side i need to tell something which i don't want any other to hear

Manya understandably said okay.. 

Vikram sat on the bench opposite Manya. The lotus pond reflected the dying light. The air was cool. The mother kept the stroller rocking gently. The baby had quieted. 

They had chosen a spot far enough from the main path that the mother could not hear their words — only see.

Manya’s eyes were sharp — waiting, guarded, not trusting yet.

Vikram spoke first. Voice low. Steady. No rush.

“I will tell you everything. From the beginning.” 
Once I tell you,  You will know why I wanted it that way!


He started with the truth — Half truth which Vikram wanted to tell Manya.. 
.
“Manya, I have a beautiful wife - Mirna. My whole life was her. Today I am a businessman with electrical stores. You could have heard — the popular Vikram Mirnaa Electronics. It is mine.

But it started three years back. Before that I was a henchman. I worked for my boss Sekaran who ran a big network. He was a good man. He fed me. Gave me cash to start life fresh. He was all to me.

Bharath initially acted like a friend. He saved us in two or three incidents. We were grateful. Things were happening parallelly — my previous boss Sekaran had passed away. He is killed by his own son. His well-wishers like me and a few others decided to run the network. Bharath knew some of them. I thought of him as a friend.

But you know what he did. He utilized my situation. He utilized my old story.

Mirnaa — my wife — does not know my past. She thinks I am a good and innocent person. But in reality she is the innocent one. Slowly he started taking liberty around her. He tricked me into making myself surrender my wife to him. She thinks she is doing it for me. And I fear now I would completely lose her to Bharath. He is playing a love game. That she won’t even have a chance of looking back at me.

This week my previous boss’s network is mine. They call me Shadow King. But I feel like a loser — with my wife being snatched away from me.”

Manya’s face stayed unreadable. But her fingers tightened on the edge of the bench.

Vikram continued.
“I became the Shadow King. Sekaran died. Aadharsh lost control. But Bharath never stopped. He manipulated Mirnaa. Made her believe he loved her. Made her feel guilty for everything. They are in an affair now. Deep. She thinks it is love. She thinks I forgave her. I did — on the surface.

But inside… I hate him. I hate what I allowed. And I hate that she is falling for his lies.”
Manya finally spoke. Voice quiet.

“So you let him have your wife. And now you want revenge.”

Vikram shook his head.

“Yes Revenge,. But first I want my wife back. Safe. Away from him. The only way to do that is to make him drop his guard. Make him vulnerable. And the only person who can do that is you.
And if you could cooperate… I could take revenge on him. But it depends on your cooperation.”

Manya:
“How?”

Vikram: “If you pretend to love him back. If you reach out. Tell him you miss him. That you never stopped thinking about him. That you want to meet. He will believe it. He still carries you in his head. He will come to you. And when he does… I will have everything back. And Mirnaa will see him for what he is.”


Manya stared at him for a long time.

“You are asking me to go back to the man who destroyed my life. Pretend to love him. So you can save your wife.” 
Vikram:
“Yes.”

Manya’s voice hardened.

“Mr… I still do not know who you are. I listened to your story. Looks pretty bad. But It is your mess. 

Also your story is highly unbelievable. The husband does stay silent when the wife is lured by someone like Bharath. Sounds very unbelievable..

Even if everything you say is true — even if Bharath deserves it — the revenge you wanted is exactly your revenge.. Not mine.. . Not my issue. Revenge him is not going to do anything for me..

And this is not justice I wanted to hear, getting my husband's lawful money would call justice.. Helping your revenge just because we have a common person as a threat is not justice.. That's never justice to me.

I have a child. A mother. A life I built away from him. I will not risk it for you. Or for your wife.”

Manya :  And “Do you even understand what you asked? Just to safeguard your wife from Bharath, you want me to get back into a shell which I wanted to break. Do you even know what he had done to me?”

Vikram: “I know. I even know what you didn’t know.”

Manya looked at him and asked: “Okay. Tell me. Let me see what you know about me and how you will help me get revenge.”

Vikram: “Okay. Let me tell you on a surface level.

You and Bharath are college sweethearts. You guys loved each other. You guys have no boundaries. But things turned ugly when Bharath’s father found out. He pushed you to marry someone from Bharath’s father’s company. You are shocked when Bharath could not react and he chose to marry some rich woman. And he got divorced as Bharath’s wife was in an affair. Your husband died in an accident inside the company and you are yet to receive financial help. Bharath’s father seems to shut all possible doors inside the company.

You hate Bharath for all of this. You have a child with your husband after getting to know he was a good person right.”


Manya: “This anyone could tell. Think you got a good source to know about me. But why do I need to revenge him… see I guess it is a misunderstanding. 

I don’t want revenge. I just want justice. I want my husband’s full amount the company owes me. And Bharath keeps on insisting me to return to him. I love my husband. That is enough. No matter if he is here or not. I am seeing him through the baby.

I am trying to face them legally. I am putting a case on them. That should work.
Mr Vikram if you want your wife back, speak to her. Just confess you did something wrong. Don’t complicate yourself.”

Vikram:
“No. Bharath and his father won’t allow you to take a case upon them. Even if you do, they will pay any price to stop it.”

Manya got irritated.
“That is my burden. Bharath’s father is known for being ruthless. I will face him.”

Vikram laughed softly.
“Do you think all these are Bharath's father's doing? The company owed an amount not settled?”

Manya looked surprised.

Vikram:
“It is Bharath doing.

He wanted to stop it so that you would go to him. Not just that — he even threatened some of your old company bosses to throw you out so that he thinks you will surrender to him.”

Manya looked shocked.
“What?” So its just his doing.. shit

Vikram:
“I said I know things which even you don’t know.

Bharath is not just orchestrating my life. He is destroying yours too. You think he is just torturing you for love? No. He is silently pushing you. Crushing you. And when you feel nowhere to go he will show his heroism.”

Manya was broken.
“Shit… he is not leaving me happy even after what their family did to him.”

Vikram leaned forward slightly.
“I can protect you. The money. Justice. A new start. Safe. No one will touch you again.”
Manya shook her head.

They sat silent for a minute
Then manya continued

“No. I am scared.
More than Bharath I am scared about you.

I do not believe you. You let him have your wife. You built an empire on her back. And now you want me to clean up your mess. No.

Just like how Bharath used your weakness and need.
You are trying it on me.
Sorry I can’t.

Thanks for the new information. I will lead my way with the power I have in my hand.”
She stood up.
At a distance, the mother stood too. Manya looked down at Vikram.
“Do not call me again.”
She turned. Walked away with her mother and the stroller.

Vikram stayed seated. Watched them disappear into the evening crowd.
The meet was a flop.

But he was not finished.

He would pursue her. Gain her trust.
 Slowly. Carefully. 
He would find another way in. He always did.

He sent his men a message:
Grab all CCTV footage in specific times when Manya went to Bharath’s father office. Do whatever, Hack it or bribe someone inside.

The message came back:
Sure.

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Chapter 122 - Vikram and Mirna met after a week! - She Returned

Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Late Night


Vikram returned to Chennai on the next available flight. The journey felt endless. He sat in the dark cabin, staring out at the lights of cities far below. His mind kept replaying the meeting with Manya. Her refusal. The baby’s cry. The way she walked away with her mother. The meet had been a flop. But he was not finished. He would pursue her. Gain her trust. Slowly. Carefully. He would find another way in. He always did.

He arrived at the beach house well past midnight. The familiar sound of waves greeted him as he stepped inside. The house was empty. Silent. The air carried the faint scent of salt and polished wood. He walked through the rooms one by one. The living room where they used to watch movies. The kitchen where Mirnaa used to cook for him. The bedroom where they used to sleep tangled together. Everything felt hollow without her.

He knew he had messed up a lot. Too much. The empire. The power. The deal with Bharath. The silence he kept. The way he let her slip away.
He opened the fridge. Pulled out a beer. He had not touched alcohol in years. Not since the early days when he was just a driver, drowning failures. But tonight the loneliness, the struggles, the emptiness made him. He cracked it open. Took a long swallow. The cold bitterness burned his throat.

He walked to the rooftop. Lay on the floor. Stared at the stars. The night was uneasy. Sleep came in fragments. He just hoped for some magic to
 return to him. A hope.



Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House NEXT– Morning!  Vikram speaking to Mirnaa saree.


The morning sun woke him. Harsh. Bright. It cut through the rooftop railing and struck his face like an accusation. Vikram blinked against the glare, his head heavy from the beer and the broken sleep. The empty bottle lay beside him, tipped over, a thin line of dried foam on the tiles. He stared at it for a long moment — the first alcohol he had touched in years — then sat up slowly. His back ached from the hard floor. His shirt was wrinkled, damp from the night dew.

He picked up the bottle. Held it. The glass was still cool. He stood, walked to the edge of the roof, and threw it over the railing. It clattered against the lower tiles, rolled once, and came to rest near the garden wall. The sound echoed in the quiet morning. He watched it for a second, then turned away.

He descended the stairs to his room on the first floor. The house felt too large, too empty. Every step reminded him how silent it had become without her laughter, her footsteps, her voice calling him from the kitchen. He opened the wardrobe door. The familiar scent hit him first — faint jasmine perfume mixed with the clean cotton smell of her clothes.

His hand brushed against a stack of sarees. Soft. Well-worn. He pulled out one pale blue, the one she used to wear when they had quiet evenings at home. The fabric slipped through his fingers like water. He lifted it to his face. Closed his eyes. Inhaled.

Rage flared. Hot. Sudden. Not at her, never truly at her, but at himself. At Bharath. At the choices he had made three years ago when he thought power would protect them. At the silence he had kept when he should have spoken. At the way he had handed her over like currency.
He pressed the saree to his cheek. Kissed the fabric softly. Once. Twice.

“I am sorry, Mirnaa,” he whispered to the empty room. His voice cracked on her name. “I should have protected you. I left you away in wrong hands. I am sorry. I will take you back. I will claim you back. I fear if you would know my past… I want to come clean. But I fear… not the right time when Bharath is around.”


Tears came. Silent. They slipped down his cheeks and soaked into the blue cotton. He did not wipe them away immediately. He let them fall. Let the ache sit in his chest. For once he did not push it down. He let himself feel the weight of everything he had lost — and everything he still had left to lose.

After a long minute he exhaled shakily. Folded the saree carefully. Placed it back. Closed the wardrobe door.

He went to the shower. Stood under the hot water for longer than necessary. Let it scald his skin. Let it burn away the night’s bitterness, the rooftop loneliness, the taste of beer on his tongue. He scrubbed hard, as if he could wash away the mistakes. The guilt. The rage. When he stepped out, steam filled the bathroom. He wiped the mirror. Looked at himself.

Eyes red-rimmed. Jaw tight. But clearer. More determined.
He got ready. Simple shirt. Jeans. No pretense.

He walked to the kitchen. Opened the fridge. Pulled out milk, vermicelli, ghee, sugar, cardamom. He cooked slowly. Methodically. Kesari first — stirring the semolina in ghee until it turned golden, adding sugar syrup, letting the aroma fill the house. Then semiya with sambar — her favorite. He chopped vegetables with care. Let the dal simmer. Added tamarind, curry leaves, mustard seeds. The kitchen filled with familiar smells — the smells of home, of her.


He set the table for two. Placed the dishes carefully. Stood back. Looked at it. A small offering. A quiet promise.


Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – 10:30 AM ! Queen back home



At 10:30 AM the Thar Jeep entered the gate with a low rumble of tires on gravel. The sound carried across the open lawn and through the open windows of the beach house. Vikram heard it from the kitchen. He set down the ladle he had been using to stir the sambar, wiped his hands on a towel, and walked to the hallway. His heart gave one hard thud — not from fear, but from the sudden certainty that everything was about to change again.

The engine cut off. Doors opened. Footsteps on the stone path.
The house got its lifeline back when Mirnaa entered.

She stepped through the doorway first, Bharath a half-step behind her carrying the smaller bags. Mirnaa’s hair was slightly wind-tousled from the drive. She wore the same light blue sundress from Goa, now creased from hours in the car. Her eyes — wide, shadowed with fatigue and something deeper — found Vikram immediately.

She was not prepared to see him after everything she had done with Bharath in Goa. She knew he knew. The knowledge sat between them like smoke — thick, impossible to ignore. She felt shy. Fearful. Insecure. A storm of emotions swirled inside her all at once. Guilt. Shame. Relief. Longing. She perfectly knew she had done wrong — had crossed lines she could never uncross — but she could not face him. Not really. Her face flushed deep red. Her eyes dropped to the floor. Her fingers twisted the strap of her small handbag.

She walked directly to him anyway — steps small, hesitant, like someone approaching something fragile and dangerous.

Vikram did not let her speak. He stepped forward before the first word could form on her lips. He pulled her into a hug — arms strong, steady, enveloping. Tight. Safe. Home. One hand cradled the back of her head. The other pressed between her shoulder blades. He buried his face briefly in her hair. Inhaled the faint scent of sea salt, sunscreen, and her — unchanged despite everything.

He held her for several long seconds. Neither spoke. The house was silent except for the waves outside and Bharath setting the bags down in the entryway.

When Vikram finally pulled back just enough to look at her, his voice was quiet. Gentle. Almost casual.

“Did you have breakfast?”

Mirnaa blinked. Looked up at him. Shocked. The first question — did I eat? After everything. After weeks apart. After Goa. After Bharath. After all the secrets and the moans and the guilt — the first thing he asked was whether she had eaten.

They had stopped somewhere on the return journey — a roadside café — but Mirnaa lied without thinking.

“Not yet.”

Vikram smiled softly — the same small, familiar smile she had fallen in love with years ago.

“I prepared something for you.”

Mirnaa’s eyes teared instantly. The dam she had been holding back cracked. She hugged him tighter — arms around his waist, face pressed to his chest. Her voice came out muffled against his shirt.

“Let us eat.”

Vikram nodded. Kissed the top of her head once — light, reassuring. Then he turned slightly, keeping one arm around her shoulders, and looked toward the kitchen.

“Come.”

Mirnaa followed him, still clinging to his side like she was afraid to let go. Bharath lingered in the hallway a moment longer — watching the scene with a tight jaw — then picked up the bags again and headed toward the guest room without a word.

In the kitchen, Vikram had set the table for two. A small bowl of kesari — golden, fragrant with ghee and cardamom. A plate of semiya upma mixed with sambar — her favorite combination since their early married days. Two glasses of filter coffee. Nothing extravagant. Just home.

He pulled out her chair. She sat. He served her first — a generous portion of kesari, then the semiya. Sat across from her. Poured coffee.

Mirnaa stared at the food. Then at him. Tears slipped down her cheeks again — silent, She Wiped it before he watches .

“Eat,” he said gently. “We can talk later.”

She nodded. Picked up the spoon with trembling fingers. Took a small bite of kesari. The sweetness hit her like memory. She closed her eyes for a second.

Vikram watched her. Quiet. Patient. His own food untouched for now.

The house felt alive again.