Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[heygiwriter]

Lets see what readers expect or wish to see. With respect to each characters

[Mukul@99]

The way you wrote every scene was so vivid; could actually picture it. The dialogues felt incredibly natural and really brought the characters to life. Loved how you wove those different storylines together. This is so well-written.

[heygiwriter]

In your narration every episode make to think any one what next?

So what next

Guess it

[heygiwriter]

The way you wrote every scene was so vivid; could actually picture it. The dialogues felt incredibly natural and really brought the characters to life. Loved how you wove those different storylines together. This is so well-written.

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Vikram is yet to come clean to Mirna

Manya had just started her game.

Adharsh wounded, he is yet to make a move

Krish and swathi settling in Bangalore.

[Rocky@handsome]

I have to be completely honest with you—I had actually stopped taking this story seriously the moment the Goa episode aired. Seeing Mirnaa betray and cheat on Vikram with Bharat for the first time was a massive blow. At that point, I felt a deep sense of disappointment, thinking, "Here is another 'loser husband' story." My mood was completely ruined, and I lost all hope for the narrative.
I truly couldn't believe or digest that a writer as "gifted" and "exceptional" as you would choose such a common,(loser husband )disheartening path for your characters.
However, last night, while I was free and browsing through, I happened to read your latest chapter. To my surprise, that single chapter reignited my interest so intensely that I couldn't stop myself from going back and re-reading all the previous chapters I had missed. It is because of this renewed spark that I am sharing this detailed feedback with you.

[Now First Of All To You Writing Skills]:–
I cannot stop myself from praising your extraordinary writing skills; you are truly a master of your craft. In a digital landscape where so many authors take the easy, repetitive route of depicting "loser" or "meek" husbands who simply accept their fate, your commitment to portraying a powerful, strategic, and dominant husband is both refreshing and deeply commendable. You are easily among my favorite authors, and it is because of your immense talent that I feel so strongly about the direction of this story. I truly believe that a writer of your caliber should never settle for common tropes(of loser husband); you have the unique ability to keep the husband's power intact, which is what makes your work stand out.

[The Tipping Point: No More Upper Hand for Bharat]:-
I must be very honest about one thing: in almost every chapter up until now, Bharat has been portrayed as the one with the power. He has consistently held the upper hand throughout the story. To be frank, this has now gone too far—it has reached a point that is beyond acceptable and is becoming difficult to tolerate. It is high time that this dynamic shifts. We need to see Vikram take the lead and stay ahead from now on. Bharat’s reign of "cheap thrills" at the expense of others needs to end.

[The Strategy Behind the Betrayal]:–
Regarding the current plot, I still personally believe that Bharat technically emerged as the winner in the moment, simply because he was the one who backed out while Mirnaa had reached a point of total, shameless surrender.
Had she been the one to pull back, the victory would have belonged to Vikram.

Mirnaa’s behavior was genuinely appalling—to shamelessly ask her loving husband for "permission" to spend a night with Bharat under the guise of a "farewell" is a staggering betrayal. (Not even the cheapest whore would dare to that— especially infront of Bharat),Even after Vikram explicitly stated his pain, she didn't flinch; she was ready to Risk her entire marriage just to satisfy Bharat.

While I initially hoped her participation would be mechanical, seeing her become so "wild" and aroused—actually begging for Bharat—was the ultimate slap in the face to Vikram. She chose her lust over her husband’s soul, and for that, she must face real consequences.(As she behaved worse than the cheap street whore)

For that Biggest Betrayal and Hurting Vikram:– 
She should not be easily freed from her guilt; she needs to be consumed by remorse and a constant fear of losing Vikram to truly repent.

[The Bonus Victory: Animal vs. Monster]:–
However, a brilliant "bonus" has emerged from this dark arrangement. By allowing this to happen, Vikram has finally exposed Bharat’s real face, transforming Mirnaa’s craving into pure hatred for Bharat!!

This is a massive strategic win. Furthermore, Mirnaa has finally realized a crucial truth: while she once craved Bharat because she saw him as an "animal" in bed, she now knows that if Bharat is an animal, her husband Vikram is a "monster."

She has discovered that Vikram is far superior, possessing the rare ability to provide both the gentle, devoted love of a husband and the untamed, "monstrous" power of a dominant lover in the bedroom. This realization will  effectively kill her desire for Bharat forever.

[The Path to Dominance]:–
Since Manya is Bharat's weakness, Vikram should use her to break Bharat’s spirit, perhaps by making him believe he is being made a cuckold himself. Only then will he understand the pain he has inflicted on others.

Finally, for the bond between Vikram and Mirnaa to reach its full potential, Vikram must eventually come clean about his own past affairs and his dark-world dealings. This is the only leverage Bharat has left. Once that air is cleared, their trust will become unbreakable.

I am eagerly waiting to see how you pull off this masterful transition—keep the "husband powerful", as that is where your writing truly shines and sets you apart from the crowd!!


Regards
Rocky ❤️

[rogeras]

I have to be completely honest with you—I had actually stopped taking this story seriously the moment the Goa episode aired. Seeing Mirnaa betray and cheat on Vikram with Bharat for the first time was a massive blow. 
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Regards
Rocky ❤️

I agree with you on this.

[heygiwriter]

Thanks for getting back and reading the story again.. :)  glad you noticed a lot and thanks for the appreciation. The story's main idea is will the love find them when they go to extremes. Let see if the love in the going to stay or not!

[Rocky@handsome]

Thanks for getting back and reading the story again.. :)  glad you noticed a lot and thanks for the appreciation. The story's main idea is will the love find them when they go to extremes. Let see if the love in the going to stay or not!

I must begin by acknowledging your exceptional storytelling; your ability to weave such complex emotions and high-stakes drama is truly remarkable. 

Yes it's true I tend to notice the finest details, especially when it comes to the craft of a writer as skilled as you, though I’ll keep my analysis centered on our current discussion for now.

I firmly believe that Mirna and Vikram’s love must prevail. Their bond isn't some fleeting attraction or a product of mere lust; it is something far more profound, born from the deep scars of their pasts. They have built the 'palace of their love' brick by brick through sacrifice, selflessness, and an unwavering trust. A connection birthed from such spiritual depths is meant to be protected, and no matter the storms or villains that stand in their way, a union this sacred deserves its destiny. I have countless reasons to justify this, but I leave their ultimate fate in your capable hands, as I don’t wish to interfere with your brilliant creative vision.

However, I must speak about Bharat. He is deserving of neither mercy nor sympathy; he merits only the most severe, uncompromising retribution. He is a pure sadist who finds empowerment in inflicting pain, fueled by an ego that would destroy lives just for a 'perverted thrill.' His most heinous crime was corrupting a woman as innocent and dignified as Mirna, turning her into someone unrecognizable(Cheap Street Slut)even to her own husband. This is a moral sin of the highest order, and his punishment should be a slow, agonizing descent. It is time for this sadist to be given a taste of his own medicine.

The tables have turned, as Vikram now holds Bharat’s greatest vulnerability: Manya. The woman Bharat truly loves is now aligned with Vikram, fueled by her own righteous desire for vengeance for the tragic end of her husband—a tragedy Bharat himself orchestrated. By joining forces with Manya, Vikram must systematically dismantle Bharat’s world.
To ensure this justice, 

Vikram must now rise as a formidable and relentless protector. He needs to act with absolute urgency regarding the other 'pawn' in Bharat's hand: Priya—(Whom I forgot to mention in my last comment, one biggest mole working for bharat, knowingly or unknowingly)— Bharat will undoubtedly weaponize her to further pollute Mirna’s mind. It is critical that Vikram outmaneuvers and dominates the situation by bringing Priya to his side—whether she realizes his intent or not—to strip Bharat of all leverage. Securing her is no longer an option; it is a necessity for a man of Vikram’s strength to shield Mirna’s peace. 

I am eager to see how your brilliant mind weaves this ultimate justice into the narrative and how Vikram rises to crush a soul as dark as Bharat's.


Best wishes 


Regards 

Rocky ❤️

[Muralimm]

I must begin by acknowledging your exceptional storytelling; your ability to weave such complex emotions and high-stakes drama is truly remarkable. 

Yes it's true I tend to notice the finest details, especially when it comes to the craft of a writer as skilled as you, though I’ll keep my analysis centered on our current discussion for now.

I firmly believe that Mirna and Vikram’s love must prevail. Their bond isn't some fleeting attraction or a product of mere lust; it is something far more profound, born from the deep scars of their pasts. They have built the 'palace of their love' brick by brick through sacrifice, selflessness, and an unwavering trust. A connection birthed from such spiritual depths is meant to be protected, and no matter the storms or villains that stand in their way, a union this sacred deserves its destiny. I have countless reasons to justify this, but I leave their ultimate fate in your capable hands, as I don’t wish to interfere with your brilliant creative vision.

However, I must speak about Bharat. He is deserving of neither mercy nor sympathy; he merits only the most severe, uncompromising retribution. He is a pure sadist who finds empowerment in inflicting pain, fueled by an ego that would destroy lives just for a 'perverted thrill.' His most heinous crime was corrupting a woman as innocent and dignified as Mirna, turning her into someone unrecognizable(Cheap Street Slut)even to her own husband. This is a moral sin of the highest order, and his punishment should be a slow, agonizing descent. It is time for this sadist to be given a taste of his own medicine.

The tables have turned, as Vikram now holds Bharat’s greatest vulnerability: Manya. The woman Bharat truly loves is now aligned with Vikram, fueled by her own righteous desire for vengeance for the tragic end of her husband—a tragedy Bharat himself orchestrated. By joining forces with Manya, Vikram must systematically dismantle Bharat’s world.
To ensure this justice, 

Vikram must now rise as a formidable and relentless protector. He needs to act with absolute urgency regarding the other 'pawn' in Bharat's hand: Priya—(Whom I forgot to mention in my last comment, one biggest mole working for bharat, knowingly or unknowingly)— Bharat will undoubtedly weaponize her to further pollute Mirna’s mind. It is critical that Vikram outmaneuvers and dominates the situation by bringing Priya to his side—whether she realizes his intent or not—to strip Bharat of all leverage. Securing her is no longer an option; it is a necessity for a man of Vikram’s strength to shield Mirna’s peace. 

I am eager to see how your brilliant mind weaves this ultimate justice into the narrative and how Vikram rises to crush a soul as dark as Bharat's.


Best wishes 


Regards 

Rocky ❤️

I completely agree with you

Like you said I feel the same 

In this particular story the main character Vikram and mrina there first option on each other is purely love 

Long-running to gain some things they choose are manipulate by others

But the thing called love only can make them together strong
With the truth full for each other no secret no boundaries




I pm the writer like same that my opinion is love is ultimate above the lust

[sunilserene]

Hey bro pls update

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 138 -  Bharath Decision to Marry Manya - A Long Schema of Vikram


Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Immediate Morning

The first pale light of dawn slipped through the half-drawn curtains, painting faint golden streaks across the tangled sheets. The room still carried the scent of last night,sweat and the raw aftermath of everything that had happened.
Mirnaa stirred slowly, her body heavy and sore. Bruises bloomed in dark patches on her hips, thighs, throat, breasts, marks from Vikram’s hands, his mouth, his relentless claiming. Between her legs ached, swollen, sensitive, still leaking the evidence of how many times he had finished inside her.
She opened her eyes and the memories flooded back in a rush: Bharath’s thick cock halfway inside her, the sudden emptiness when he pulled out, the way he ran without a backward glance, Manya’s voice on the phone, the way the decorated room had mocked her as she stood naked and abandoned.
Shame crashed over her like cold water. She felt filthy. Tainted. Unworthy.
She tried to curl away from Vikram, to hide her marked body, to disappear from his sight.
But Vikram was already awake. He had been watching her sleep, eyes soft in the dim light. The moment she tried to pull away, he caught her gently ,one arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
“No,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Don’t hide from me.”
Tears spilled instantly. She shook her head, voice small and broken.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Vikram.”
He turned her face toward him — thumb brushing a tear from her cheek.
“Shh. Look at me.”
She did — eyes red, glassy, terrified.
“I cheated on you,” she whispered.
“I begged you to let me sleep with him.
I let him undress me, kiss me, almost… almost take me completely. I was going to give myself to him.
I was surprised… How can you even look at me normally?
Do you hate me now?
Do you see me as disgusting? Ugly? Bad? Tell me the truth.

If you can’t stand me anymore… I’ll go. I’ll leave. I don’t deserve you.”
Vikram’s expression didn’t waver. He cupped her face in both hands — gentle, firm.
“No,” he said quietly. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”
She shook her head, tears falling faster.


“How can you say that? I was going to let him fuck me.
I buyed his lie that he loved me.. That thing hides my eye
I was begging him to come inside me. I—”
“You were broken,” he interrupted softly. “Manipulated. Lied to. Someone took your trust and twisted it until you doubted everything — yourself, me, what love even means. But you’re not dirty. You’re not ugly. You’re not bad. You’re my wife. The woman I chose. The woman I still choose. Every single day.”
Mirnaa’s breath hitched. “I feel… filthy. Like I don’t belong next to you anymore.”
Vikram pulled her closer — chest to chest, heartbeats aligning.
“You belong right here,” he said. “In my arms. In our bed. In our life. You made a mistake. So did I — I let it go this far. But we’re not defined by one night. We’re defined by what we do next. Let’s forget the past. Move on. Just you and me. No more shadows. No more doubts.”
She searched his face — desperate for any sign of disgust, any crack in his calm.
“You really don’t hate me?”
“I love you,” he said simply. “More now than ever. Because you came back to me. You chose me. Even when you were broken, you chose me.”
You did’nt defend, you learned your lesson, most importantly you are a victim here. Nothing of this is not what you wanted.. He made it look like you wanted it too. A perfect liar.

As he says mirna, continues to think herself low and realise she was easily manipulated and tricked.
Mirnaa broke again — but this time the sobs were softer, relieved. She buried her face in his neck, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing left in her world.
“Im Sorry”
Vikram kissed her hair, her temple, her tear-streaked cheek.
“No, don't be.. Im too sorry for everything, Lets start new..” he echoed.
They stayed like that for hours — tangled in bed, no sex, just holding. Whispering. Breathing together. Healing in the quiet.


Last Night. When Bharath left Mirna alone in the bedroom naked –

Bharath’s Thar speeded through a secluded spot in Chennai, Which Manya informed — a quiet park bench under flickering streetlights, half-hidden by overgrown bougainvillea. The air was thick with the smell of night-blooming jasmine and distant sea salt.
Manya was already there when he arrived — sitting with her arms wrapped around herself, shivering despite the warm evening. Her eyes were red, cheeks streaked with dried tears, hair disheveled like she had run here in a hurry.
Bharath stopped a few feet away, heart thudding. Manya looked up at him — fragile, broken — and before he could speak, she rushed forward and threw herself into his arms, hugging him so tightly it knocked the breath out of him.
“Bharath…” Her voice cracked against his chest.
“I missed you so much. I couldn’t breathe without you.
Can we… can we get back together? Please?”


Im worried, some one is following me.. I just came to see you…
Bharath froze — stunned, arms hovering for a second before they closed around her instinctively.

“I’m here now,” he whispered, holding her close. “I’m here.”

She pulled back just enough to look up at him — eyes wide, pleading.
“I was so scared. I thought… I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Bharath cupped her face, thumbs brushing away fresh tears.
“What happened to you? Why are you here like this? I approached you for years — I begged, I waited — but you never once looked back.
How sudden… why now?”
Manya saw him and asked why you didn't want me back?

No NO, im just happy and curious what changes your mind.. After years of approach
Why did you ignore me when I approached yo/? Why did you reject me?

Manya’s lip trembled. She looked down, voice barely above a whisper.
“Your family… they threatened me. All these days. If I ever got back to you, they said they would finish my kid. They’d take her away, ruin her life, make sure we had nothing. I was terrified.

Bharath asked: But i have been pursuing you even before you deliver the baby
Manya:  Back then… I loved my husband. After we are made split by our parents, my husband consoled me, he gave me hope, he is really  good soul. I couldn’t leave him and you married too and there is no necessity.. But after he passed… and you kept approaching, i kind of decided to move on…. Its a life i already lived in and you would understand me.. I took that decision not just for me, but for my child’s future… I started thinking maybe we could have a good life together. But the threats never stopped. Anonymous calls, letters, people watching my house. I didn’t know who — maybe your uncles, maybe your father himself. They always came anonymously. I was trapped.”
Bharath’s jaw tightened. Rage flickered in his eyes.
“My family? They threatened you? My kid?”
Manya nodded, tears spilling again.
“I feared for her life. That’s why I stayed away. But… I lost patience. As days passed, I missed you more and more. Whenever you come to Bangalore, some men keep their eyes on my house. So I ignored you then..  I came back to Chennai for office reasons, but that's a wrong direction, so I decided to open up to you today.. I came to chennai hoping to find you… but again, someone followed me. I’m in fear. I thought you might not reach here in time… so I just wanted to hear you say ‘I love you’ one last time. Just once.”
Bharath pulled her into his arms again — fierce, protective.
“I love you,” he said against her hair. “I never stopped. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry they did that to you. I’ll take care of you.
I’ll protect you. No one will touch you again.”

Manya clung to him, body trembling.
“You should love someone else too…”

Bharath pulled back slightly, confused.
“Who?”

“My kid…” she whispered. “My baby needs your love as well.”

Bharath’s eyes softened.
“Your baby is mine,” he said firmly. “The love is enough for me. Your love… I don’t want anything else.”

Manya looked up at him — eyes shining.
“Can you take me to your home. I dont know anyone here to stay?! I just want to meet you tell you this and decided to get back.. But after someone chasing it got late.. Let me stay somewhere and go back in morning, i left baby alone with mother”
Can you take me to your home?
Bharath stumbled — his mind flashing to Vikram’s house, to Mirnaa still there, to the risk of drama, of exposure.
“I… can’t take you there. Not yet. Im staying at a friends house. May be  Let’s stay in a hotel tonight. Just us. No one else.”
Manya nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
They walked to a nearby boutique hotel — quiet, discreet. He booked a room under his name. They went upstairs. No sex. Just talking. They sat on the bed, legs crossed, facing each other. Manya rested her head on his shoulder while Bharath spoke — reliving the past: how they first met at that college fest, how she wore a red dress that matched his shirt by accident, how they laughed all night, how he knew she was the one. Manya cried softly, told him she had missed him every day, how empty her life had been, how she had never stopped loving him.
He held her until she fell asleep in his arms, innocent, comforting, like they were young again.
By morning, Bharath was convinced.
He feeled he had no purpose to stay in chennai, as he had to go with Manya and start a fresh life.. He sent a message to Rishi quickly and said - Good news Manya and i are back.. He didnt expect a reply.. He kept the phone and looked at her and said
“I’ll join you in Bangalore,” he said.
“We’ll marry. Start fresh. Not just us two, it's three me, you and baby. Just our family."
Manya smiled — small, secret — as he packed.
He excused her to quickly take his belongings, from the friends house and take his car for enroute to vikram home to get back things.



Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – 12:05 PM

The midday sun poured through the tall windows of the living room, The house was quiet, too quie, except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves outside. Vikram sat in his usual armchair, one leg crossed over the other, a cup of black coffee gone cold on the side table. Mirnaa sat on the sofa opposite him, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around herself. She was still in her pale blue nightgown — hadn’t changed since the night before. Her hair was loose, eyes red-rimmed, face pale.

Neither of them had expected Bharath to return now
The front door opened without a knock. Bharath stepped in, alone, he directly went to his room, and after 10 mins, he came out with two large suitcases rolling behind him, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked composed, almost serene, like a man who had finally made a decision.
Vikram didn’t rise. Mirnaa tensed instantly — her entire body going rigid at the sight of him. The memory hit her like a slap: him halfway inside her, whispering promises, then yanking out and running at the sound of Manya’s voice. Leaving her naked, legs spread, dripping, alone on a bed covered in rose petals. She couldn’t breathe properly. Her hands clenched into fists in her lap.
Bharath stopped just inside the hall.
He looked at Vikram first — calm, almost respectful — then at Mirnaa.
he said, voice even, “I’m moving out.”
He paused, eyes lingering on her for a second longer than necessary.
“Manya and I are marrying.”
Mirnaa flinched — visibly. The words landed like stones in her stomach. She couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t speak. The shame flooded back in a rush: she had begged this man to take her, had spread her legs for him, had believed every word he said — and he had walked away the second his actual lover called. She felt like a fool again, as it reminded how bharath had been telling her he loves her till last night .
She stood abruptly — legs unsteady — and fled toward the bedroom without a word. The door closed behind her with a soft click.

Vikram rose slowly. He walked Bharath to the front door, unhurried, deliberate. Bharath pulled his suitcases along, wheels whispering against the marble.
At the threshold, Vikram stopped. Turned to face him.
“End of the day,” he said quietly, voice low enough that only Bharath could hear, “I won.”
Bharath paused. A bitter, defiant smirk curled his lip.
“It’s me who won,” he shot back.
“Luck favored you — Manya came back to me.
But if you think you won, let it be.
I don’t care. I have Manya now. That’s enough for me.”
He stepped outside.
Vikram smiled, he knows he doesn't need to tell how he actually won  him, its not luck its his plan that Manya came back..
Its his way of making him puppet, its a sweet revenge a tit for tat a counter one Vikram does as once Bharath did the same to him and mirna.


The Thar waited in the driveway — engine already running, driver holding the door open.
Bharath loaded the bags himself. Climbed in. Didn’t look back.
The engine rumbled to life — deep, throaty — then pulled away, tires crunching over gravel. The sound faded down the coastal road until it was gone.
Vikram stood in the open doorway for a long moment — watching the empty drive. Then he closed the door. Locked it. Turned the deadbolt with a soft, final click.
He stood there — alone in the hall — and smirked to himself.
“Bharath…” he said quietly, almost tenderly,

“I’m going to give you the same medicine you gave others.
You’ll experience it from Manya.”
He exhaled once — slow, satisfied.
Then he walked to the bedroom door. Knocked softly.
“Mirnaa?”
No answer.
He opened it gently.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed — knees drawn up, arms wrapped around her legs, face buried. Shoulders shaking silently.
Vikram crossed the room. Sat beside her. Didn’t touch her — just waited.
Vikram reached out — slow, careful — and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Like he had heard her inner voices, Vikram said
“He was never worth it,” he said softly. “You know that now.”
Mirnaa nodded — small, broken.
“I’m sorry… for everything.”

Vikram pulled her into his arms then — gentle, unhurried. She went willingly, curling against him like she belonged there.
“You’re home now,” he whispered. “That’s all that matters.”
Now he has gone completely, it's just us..
You forget every past , let's start fresh.
For me you are the only one and for you?

She clung to him — fingers twisting in his shirt.
“Only you,” she murmured. “It always has been… only you.”
Vikram kissed the top of her head.
“I’m as well, it’s just sex, I'm not bothered about that, i got offended when you think its love..
Only I can love you.”
Outside, the sea kept rolling — steady, indifferent.

Inside, the house felt smaller. Safer.
An Hour later

And somewhere far away, Bharath drove toward Bangalore with Manya— toward a future he thought he had won.

He had no idea.Vikram was going to silently orchestrate a punishment for Bhartah.

[Muralimm]

This is the thing of writing I love IT

You really good at after the cyclone situation drama and new beginning of a
Another big one

Wonderful come back

[Rocky@handsome]

Chapter 138 -  Bharath Decision to Marry Manya - A Long Schema of Vikram


Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Immediate Morning

The first pale light of dawn slipped through the half-drawn curtains, painting faint golden streaks across the tangled sheets. The room still carried the scent of last night,sweat and the raw aftermath of everything that had happened.
Mirnaa stirred slowly, her body heavy and sore. Bruises bloomed in dark patches on her hips, thighs, throat, breasts, marks from Vikram’s hands, his mouth, his relentless claiming. Between her legs ached, swollen, sensitive, still leaking the evidence of how many times he had finished inside her.
She opened her eyes and the memories flooded back in a rush: Bharath’s thick cock halfway inside her, the sudden emptiness when he pulled out, the way he ran without a backward glance, Manya’s voice on the phone, the way the decorated room had mocked her as she stood naked and abandoned.
Shame crashed over her like cold water. She felt filthy. Tainted. Unworthy.
She tried to curl away from Vikram, to hide her marked body, to disappear from his sight.
But Vikram was already awake. He had been watching her sleep, eyes soft in the dim light. The moment she tried to pull away, he caught her gently ,one arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
“No,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Don’t hide from me.”
Tears spilled instantly. She shook her head, voice small and broken.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Vikram.”
He turned her face toward him — thumb brushing a tear from her cheek.
“Shh. Look at me.”
She did — eyes red, glassy, terrified.
“I cheated on you,” she whispered.
“I begged you to let me sleep with him.
I let him undress me, kiss me, almost… almost take me completely. I was going to give myself to him.
I was surprised… How can you even look at me normally?
Do you hate me now?
Do you see me as disgusting? Ugly? Bad? Tell me the truth.

If you can’t stand me anymore… I’ll go. I’ll leave. I don’t deserve you.”
Vikram’s expression didn’t waver. He cupped her face in both hands — gentle, firm.
“No,” he said quietly. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”
She shook her head, tears falling faster.


“How can you say that? I was going to let him fuck me.
I buyed his lie that he loved me.. That thing hides my eye
I was begging him to come inside me. I—”
“You were broken,” he interrupted softly. “Manipulated. Lied to. Someone took your trust and twisted it until you doubted everything — yourself, me, what love even means. But you’re not dirty. You’re not ugly. You’re not bad. You’re my wife. The woman I chose. The woman I still choose. Every single day.”
Mirnaa’s breath hitched. “I feel… filthy. Like I don’t belong next to you anymore.”
Vikram pulled her closer — chest to chest, heartbeats aligning.
“You belong right here,” he said. “In my arms. In our bed. In our life. You made a mistake. So did I — I let it go this far. But we’re not defined by one night. We’re defined by what we do next. Let’s forget the past. Move on. Just you and me. No more shadows. No more doubts.”
She searched his face — desperate for any sign of disgust, any crack in his calm.
“You really don’t hate me?”
“I love you,” he said simply. “More now than ever. Because you came back to me. You chose me. Even when you were broken, you chose me.”
You did’nt defend, you learned your lesson, most importantly you are a victim here. Nothing of this is not what you wanted.. He made it look like you wanted it too. A perfect liar.

As he says mirna, continues to think herself low and realise she was easily manipulated and tricked.
Mirnaa broke again — but this time the sobs were softer, relieved. She buried her face in his neck, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing left in her world.
“Im Sorry”
Vikram kissed her hair, her temple, her tear-streaked cheek.
“No, don't be.. Im too sorry for everything, Lets start new..” he echoed.
They stayed like that for hours — tangled in bed, no sex, just holding. Whispering. Breathing together. Healing in the quiet.


Last Night. When Bharath left Mirna alone in the bedroom naked –

Bharath’s Thar speeded through a secluded spot in Chennai, Which Manya informed — a quiet park bench under flickering streetlights, half-hidden by overgrown bougainvillea. The air was thick with the smell of night-blooming jasmine and distant sea salt.
Manya was already there when he arrived — sitting with her arms wrapped around herself, shivering despite the warm evening. Her eyes were red, cheeks streaked with dried tears, hair disheveled like she had run here in a hurry.
Bharath stopped a few feet away, heart thudding. Manya looked up at him — fragile, broken — and before he could speak, she rushed forward and threw herself into his arms, hugging him so tightly it knocked the breath out of him.
“Bharath…” Her voice cracked against his chest.
“I missed you so much. I couldn’t breathe without you.
Can we… can we get back together? Please?”


Im worried, some one is following me.. I just came to see you…
Bharath froze — stunned, arms hovering for a second before they closed around her instinctively.

“I’m here now,” he whispered, holding her close. “I’m here.”

She pulled back just enough to look up at him — eyes wide, pleading.
“I was so scared. I thought… I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Bharath cupped her face, thumbs brushing away fresh tears.
“What happened to you? Why are you here like this? I approached you for years — I begged, I waited — but you never once looked back.
How sudden… why now?”
Manya saw him and asked why you didn't want me back?

No NO, im just happy and curious what changes your mind.. After years of approach
Why did you ignore me when I approached yo/? Why did you reject me?

Manya’s lip trembled. She looked down, voice barely above a whisper.
“Your family… they threatened me. All these days. If I ever got back to you, they said they would finish my kid. They’d take her away, ruin her life, make sure we had nothing. I was terrified.

Bharath asked: But i have been pursuing you even before you deliver the baby
Manya:  Back then… I loved my husband. After we are made split by our parents, my husband consoled me, he gave me hope, he is really  good soul. I couldn’t leave him and you married too and there is no necessity.. But after he passed… and you kept approaching, i kind of decided to move on…. Its a life i already lived in and you would understand me.. I took that decision not just for me, but for my child’s future… I started thinking maybe we could have a good life together. But the threats never stopped. Anonymous calls, letters, people watching my house. I didn’t know who — maybe your uncles, maybe your father himself. They always came anonymously. I was trapped.”
Bharath’s jaw tightened. Rage flickered in his eyes.
“My family? They threatened you? My kid?”
Manya nodded, tears spilling again.
“I feared for her life. That’s why I stayed away. But… I lost patience. As days passed, I missed you more and more. Whenever you come to Bangalore, some men keep their eyes on my house. So I ignored you then..  I came back to Chennai for office reasons, but that's a wrong direction, so I decided to open up to you today.. I came to chennai hoping to find you… but again, someone followed me. I’m in fear. I thought you might not reach here in time… so I just wanted to hear you say ‘I love you’ one last time. Just once.”
Bharath pulled her into his arms again — fierce, protective.
“I love you,” he said against her hair. “I never stopped. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry they did that to you. I’ll take care of you.
I’ll protect you. No one will touch you again.”

Manya clung to him, body trembling.
“You should love someone else too…”

Bharath pulled back slightly, confused.
“Who?”

“My kid…” she whispered. “My baby needs your love as well.”

Bharath’s eyes softened.
“Your baby is mine,” he said firmly. “The love is enough for me. Your love… I don’t want anything else.”

Manya looked up at him — eyes shining.
“Can you take me to your home. I dont know anyone here to stay?! I just want to meet you tell you this and decided to get back.. But after someone chasing it got late.. Let me stay somewhere and go back in morning, i left baby alone with mother”
Can you take me to your home?
Bharath stumbled — his mind flashing to Vikram’s house, to Mirnaa still there, to the risk of drama, of exposure.
“I… can’t take you there. Not yet. Im staying at a friends house. May be  Let’s stay in a hotel tonight. Just us. No one else.”
Manya nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
They walked to a nearby boutique hotel — quiet, discreet. He booked a room under his name. They went upstairs. No sex. Just talking. They sat on the bed, legs crossed, facing each other. Manya rested her head on his shoulder while Bharath spoke — reliving the past: how they first met at that college fest, how she wore a red dress that matched his shirt by accident, how they laughed all night, how he knew she was the one. Manya cried softly, told him she had missed him every day, how empty her life had been, how she had never stopped loving him.
He held her until she fell asleep in his arms, innocent, comforting, like they were young again.
By morning, Bharath was convinced.
He feeled he had no purpose to stay in chennai, as he had to go with Manya and start a fresh life.. He sent a message to Rishi quickly and said - Good news Manya and i are back.. He didnt expect a reply.. He kept the phone and looked at her and said
“I’ll join you in Bangalore,” he said.
“We’ll marry. Start fresh. Not just us two, it's three me, you and baby. Just our family."
Manya smiled — small, secret — as he packed.
He excused her to quickly take his belongings, from the friends house and take his car for enroute to vikram home to get back things.



Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – 12:05 PM

The midday sun poured through the tall windows of the living room, The house was quiet, too quie, except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves outside. Vikram sat in his usual armchair, one leg crossed over the other, a cup of black coffee gone cold on the side table. Mirnaa sat on the sofa opposite him, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around herself. She was still in her pale blue nightgown — hadn’t changed since the night before. Her hair was loose, eyes red-rimmed, face pale.

Neither of them had expected Bharath to return now
The front door opened without a knock. Bharath stepped in, alone, he directly went to his room, and after 10 mins, he came out with two large suitcases rolling behind him, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked composed, almost serene, like a man who had finally made a decision.
Vikram didn’t rise. Mirnaa tensed instantly — her entire body going rigid at the sight of him. The memory hit her like a slap: him halfway inside her, whispering promises, then yanking out and running at the sound of Manya’s voice. Leaving her naked, legs spread, dripping, alone on a bed covered in rose petals. She couldn’t breathe properly. Her hands clenched into fists in her lap.
Bharath stopped just inside the hall.
He looked at Vikram first — calm, almost respectful — then at Mirnaa.
he said, voice even, “I’m moving out.”
He paused, eyes lingering on her for a second longer than necessary.
“Manya and I are marrying.”
Mirnaa flinched — visibly. The words landed like stones in her stomach. She couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t speak. The shame flooded back in a rush: she had begged this man to take her, had spread her legs for him, had believed every word he said — and he had walked away the second his actual lover called. She felt like a fool again, as it reminded how bharath had been telling her he loves her till last night .
She stood abruptly — legs unsteady — and fled toward the bedroom without a word. The door closed behind her with a soft click.

Vikram rose slowly. He walked Bharath to the front door, unhurried, deliberate. Bharath pulled his suitcases along, wheels whispering against the marble.
At the threshold, Vikram stopped. Turned to face him.
“End of the day,” he said quietly, voice low enough that only Bharath could hear, “I won.”
Bharath paused. A bitter, defiant smirk curled his lip.
“It’s me who won,” he shot back.
“Luck favored you — Manya came back to me.
But if you think you won, let it be.
I don’t care. I have Manya now. That’s enough for me.”
He stepped outside.
Vikram smiled, he knows he doesn't need to tell how he actually won  him, its not luck its his plan that Manya came back..
Its his way of making him puppet, its a sweet revenge a tit for tat a counter one Vikram does as once Bharath did the same to him and mirna.


The Thar waited in the driveway — engine already running, driver holding the door open.
Bharath loaded the bags himself. Climbed in. Didn’t look back.
The engine rumbled to life — deep, throaty — then pulled away, tires crunching over gravel. The sound faded down the coastal road until it was gone.
Vikram stood in the open doorway for a long moment — watching the empty drive. Then he closed the door. Locked it. Turned the deadbolt with a soft, final click.
He stood there — alone in the hall — and smirked to himself.
“Bharath…” he said quietly, almost tenderly,

“I’m going to give you the same medicine you gave others.
You’ll experience it from Manya.”
He exhaled once — slow, satisfied.
Then he walked to the bedroom door. Knocked softly.
“Mirnaa?”
No answer.
He opened it gently.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed — knees drawn up, arms wrapped around her legs, face buried. Shoulders shaking silently.
Vikram crossed the room. Sat beside her. Didn’t touch her — just waited.
Vikram reached out — slow, careful — and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Like he had heard her inner voices, Vikram said
“He was never worth it,” he said softly. “You know that now.”
Mirnaa nodded — small, broken.
“I’m sorry… for everything.”

Vikram pulled her into his arms then — gentle, unhurried. She went willingly, curling against him like she belonged there.
“You’re home now,” he whispered. “That’s all that matters.”
Now he has gone completely, it's just us..
You forget every past , let's start fresh.
For me you are the only one and for you?

She clung to him — fingers twisting in his shirt.
“Only you,” she murmured. “It always has been… only you.”
Vikram kissed the top of her head.
“I’m as well, it’s just sex, I'm not bothered about that, i got offended when you think its love..
Only I can love you.”
Outside, the sea kept rolling — steady, indifferent.

Inside, the house felt smaller. Safer.
An Hour later

And somewhere far away, Bharath drove toward Bangalore with Manya— toward a future he thought he had won.

He had no idea.Vikram was going to silently orchestrate a punishment for Bhartah.

Absolutely Stunning Episode! You have completely nailed it!!❤️

The tables have finally turned, and it’s time for the puppeteer himself to become the puppet. The man who used to pull everyone’s strings like a master performer is now about to find himself dancing to someone else’s tune.

We all know that when Vikram sets out for revenge, even the most formidable opponents are brought to their knees—a glimpse of which we’ve already witnessed in his previous cold-blooded moves. 

You pulled this off so brilliantly; words truly fall short when trying to appreciate your immense talent for imagination and your creatively powerful writing skills.

Undoubtedly, you deserve a 10/10 for this episode! You are at the top of your game—keep going!

Best wishes 

Regards
Rocky ❤️

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Chapter 139 – The First Steps Away


Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning, Two Days After Bharath’s Departure

The house felt different now — quieter, smaller, safer. Bharath was gone. His room stood empty, door closed, like a wound that had finally scabbed over. Mirnaa hadn’t stepped foot inside it. She hadn’t gone back to the hospital either. The very thought of those corridors — the canteen where Priya teased her, the staff room where Bharath sat beside her, the car rides home with his hand warm on her thigh — made her stomach lurch. Every memory felt like a betrayal of herself. She hated the place now. Hated what it reminded her of: how foolish she had been, how easily she had been played, how she had almost thrown away everything for a man who abandoned her mid-act.

She spent most of the day curled on the sofa or in bed — knees drawn up, arms wrapped around herself. Vikram watched her closely. He saw the way her hands trembled when she thought he wasn’t looking. The way she flinched at sudden noises. The way she locked every door the moment he stepped out — even the bathroom door when he showered. She had become an untold caged bird — wings clipped by her own guilt.
Vikram knew he was partly responsible. He had been an enabler — let the game go on too long, let Bharath get too close, let Mirnaa fall far enough to break. He had wanted to win her back without Bharath ever revealing the full truth — the Shadow King, the original deal, the manipulations — because he feared that truth would make her feel like an even bigger fool. That it would shatter what little trust she had left in herself.

But now he saw the reverse effect: she was crumbling. Self-demolishing mood. Insecure. Scared of her own thoughts.
He couldn’t let it continue.

That afternoon, while she napped fitfully on the sofa, Vikram opened his laptop. Quietly booked two first-class tickets to Zurich — departing the next evening. A week in Switzerland. Fresh air. Snow-capped mountains. A place far from Chennai, far from memories of Bharath, far from the hospital corridors that haunted her.

Before he could tell her, his phone buzzed.
Swathi.
He answered immediately.
“Vikram,” she said, voice warm but tired. “Krish is back. Landed from Dubai an hour ago. He’s home now. He wants to see you soon. i mean he is inviting you for a dinner.”
Vikram exhaled slowly.
“I’ll visit tonight. Tell him I’m coming.”


He ended the call. Looked at Mirnaa — still sleeping, face soft in repose.
He knelt beside the sofa. Brushed a strand of hair from her cheek.
“Mirnaa,” he said softly.

She stirred, eyes fluttering open.
“We’re going out,” he said. “A surprise. Pack a bag — warm clothes, comfortable shoes. We leave tomorrow evening.”
Mirnaa blinked — confused, but too tired to question.
“Where…?”
“You’ll see.”

She nodded slowly. Trusting him completely.


Evening – Bangalore – Krish & Swathi’s House

They arrived in Bangalore by late afternoon. Krish and Swathi were waiting at the airport, Krish, Swathi holding his arm protectively. They drove to Krish’s new house in Koramangala — spacious, modern, with a small garden and high walls.

Mirnaa was nervous the entire drive. She clung to Vikram’s hand, eyes darting around. She wasn’t comfortable with Swathi and Krish around — their presence reminded her too much of the world outside, the people who knew things she didn’t want to face. But the change of location helped a little. The house felt safe. Neutral.


Swathi was warm — friendly, attentive to Krish, always touching his arm, bringing him tea, asking if he needed anything. Mirnaa watched them quietly. Guilt twisted in her chest. She saw how naturally Swathi loved Krish — how attentive, how open. And she felt small. Dirty. Unworthy of the same kind of love.

Dinner was quiet. Vikram and Krish stepped away afterward for a “business talk.” They went to Krish’s study — door closed.
Mirnaa stayed in the living room with Swathi — awkward silence between them.


In the study, Vikram looked at Krish across the desk.
“I need you to take complete control of the dark network,” he said quietly. “Everything. I’m stepping back. I need… personal time.”
Krish studied him.

“You sure? That’s a lot to hand over.”
Vikram glanced toward the door — toward Mirnaa waiting just beyond it.

“I’m sure.”
Krish nodded slowly.

“I’ll handle it. But its risky to im doing alone.. people may think im the shadown king.. when we two are around, people here would get confused and think shadow king exists somewhere else.”
He continued that only dubai business circle know your identity.. 

“I’ll know,” Vikram said.let me do what i wanted to do personally ocnce it done i can reveal my identity.. Krish nodded

Krish left an hour later.
Mirnaa slipped into the room the moment the front door closed. She crawled onto Vikram’s lap without a word. Buried her face in his neck.

“You’re not leaving me, right?” she whispered.
i feel like you are taking me somewhere to dump in distance.
Vikram laughed..
“Never,” he said. Kissed her forehead.

Next Morning – Departure

They said goodbye to Krish and Swathi. Hugs
. Promises to call. Mirnaa clung to Vikram’s arm the entire time — nervous, but a little better with the change of scenery.

They boarded the flight to Zurich — first class, private pod seats. It was the second time Mirnaa had been on a plane — the first with Bharath, when he had kissed her mid-flight and openly commented on her breasts, making her blush and laugh. 

The memory flickered — but it didn’t sting as much this time. Vikram held her hand the entire takeoff — steady, warm. She leaned against his shoulder, watching the city shrink below them.

Fourteen hours of travel. New experience.

Only after landing in Zurich — crisp alpine air hitting her face — did she realize Vikram had brought her to a whole new world.

An experience that would make her forget.
Heal.
And — he hoped — give him the courage to finally come clean.

[Mukul@99]

You're a great writer.
The way you handle the plot is masterful—Keeps you on the edge. Can’t wait to see what you do next.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 140– The Marriage Trap


Bangalore – Bharath’s Family Home – Two Days After Their Arrival

The ancestral house in Bangalore’s old-money locality stood solemn under the late-afternoon sun. 
Bharath’s Thar pulled into the driveway with a low growl. Manya sat in the passenger seat, cradling her two-year-old daughter in her lap.
 The little girl — dark curls, wide curious eyes — clutched a small stuffed rabbit and stared at the big house with innocent wonder.

Bharath killed the engine. He looked at Manya — soft, almost reverent.
“Ready?”

Manya nodded — small, practiced smile.
Bharath stepped out first. Opened the back door, unbuckled the child, lifted her gently into his arms. 
The girl giggled, wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Up we go, princess.”

Manya followed, smoothing her dupatta, eyes scanning the house like she was stepping into a battlefield disguised as home.
The front door opened before they reached it.

Bharath’s mother,silver hair in a neat bun, simple cotton saree — stood frozen on the threshold. 
Her eyes went from Bharath, to Manya, to the child in his arms. Shock. Recognition. Then — something guarded.
“Bharath…?”
He smiled — genuine this time.

“Ma… I’m back and i have decided, this is my family.”

The old woman’s hand flew to her mouth. Tears welled — but they were mixed with hesitation.
Manya stepped forward — respectful, head slightly bowed.
“Aunty…”

Bharath’s mother didn’t move to embrace her. She looked past Manya to her husband, who had appeared behind her — retired, stern, shoulders rigid.

The father’s eyes narrowed at Manya.
“So… you came back.”

Bharath set the child down gently. She clung to his leg.
“I want to marry her,” Bharath said — voice clear, final. “Only her. This time no one can split us.”

The father’s face hardened.
“You said the same thing years ago. 
You married someone else. She married someone else. 
Now you bring her back with a child?”

Bharath’s jaw tightened.
“I was wrong. I was weak. But now I know — she’s the only one. She always was.”

Bharath mother stopped them..
Whatever let them come inside.. and have a talk with us..

Bharath father guarded down.
The mother looked torn — one hand on her husband’s arm, the other hovering as if she wanted to reach for the child.

“She left you once,” the father said coldly.
 “She chose another man. Bore his child.
 Why should we believe this isn’t another convenience? Another mistake?”

Manya’s eyes filled with tears — perfectly timed.
“Uncle…did you forget  we are  Scared. You have Pressured us, my family. I thought I had no choice. 
But I never stopped loving Bharath. Not for a single day. 
This child… she’s innocent. She needs a father. A real home.”

The little girl looked up at the old man — big eyes, shy smile.
Bharath’s mother’s heart visibly softened. She stepped forward, knelt to the child’s level.
“What’s your name, kutti?”
The girl whispered: “priya.”
The mother’s eyes misted.
“A beautiful name.”

The father exhaled — long, heavy.
he was against her from the beginning,” his inner voice said “I still don’t trust this.
But… he saw his son’s face. he saw how he looks at her. And  the child — innocent. 

Then he said: If this is truly what you want, Bharath… we will not stand in your way. 
But know this: This is your choice..”
Bharath nodded — solemn.
“I wil take care..”

The mother pulled Manya into a tentative hug.
“Welcome home, I always wished you to be my daughter in law but he and entire family wanted him to marry a rich women. 
sorry lets past be past.. 

I will speak with family and plan for your marriage..”
Manya bowed her head — perfect picture of humility.

“Thank you, Aunty… 
she didn't address Bharath father.. she had her own irritation with hiim, the man who changed her life upside down.”


Upstairs – Guest Room

Bharath set priya on the bed. She immediately started jumping on the mattress, giggling.
Manya watched from the doorway — soft smile.

Bharath turned to her.
“I’ll go get some utensils and things for her — plates, cups, toys. She’ll need them. You rest.”
Manya nodded.

As soon as Bharath left the room, her phone buzzed — Vikram.
She answered immediately — voice low.

“He’s here. With his parents. They agreed — reluctantly. His father still doesn’t trust me.”
Vikram’s voice — calm, measured. 

“Good. 

Let me keep it short... 


Now the next step. Argue with him.
 Convince him to get his father’s assets under your name — for the baby’s future. 
Make it emotional. Make him feel it’s his idea.”

Manya glanced toward the door.
“I will.”

She ended the call. Took a slow breath. Composed her face into something vulnerable.

Bharath returned twenty minutes later — arms full of bags: plastic plates with cartoon characters, a sippy cup, a small teddy bear, fresh milk packets, biscuits.
Manya sat on the bed, holding priya close.
Bharath set the bags down. 
Noticed her expression.

“What’s wrong?”
Manya looked up — eyes glistening.

“I’m scared, Bharath. For her. This house… your family… everything is new. Your father still doesn’t trust me and i dont trust him as well, he was the one who split us, he was the one made me marry another man.

 What if something happens to you? What if they change their mind later? 
I want her to have security. A future she priya rely on.”

Bharath knelt in front of her.
“She will. I’ll take care of both of you.”

Manya shook her head — tears spilling now.
“No… I mean real security. What if something happens to you? What if your family turns against us again?
 I lost so much already. I can’t lose her future too. Please… do something for her. 

Bharath: Im already here what else you want? Ask me

Manya: Put everything in her name — property, accounts, anything. As a gift. For love.”
Bharath stared at her — then at priya playing with the teddy bear.
Manya continued — voice breaking.
“I feared for her life before. I can’t live like that again. Please…”

Bharath swallowed hard. The child looked up at him — innocent eyes, trusting smile.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “I’ll do it. Everything in her name. As a gift. For love.”
Manya reached out — touched his cheek.
“Thank you.”


Next Day – The Scene

Bharath staged it perfectly.
He sat with his parents at the dining table — Manya beside him, priya on his lap.
“I want to transfer everything to priya's name, Manya will be the gaurdian and holds power..” he said. 
“Properties, investments, company shares. As a gift. For her future.”
His mother’s eyes widened.
“Bharath… that’s everything.”

His father looked at him — long, searching.
“i dont feel to do, why should i do that, its early you two are not married yet, is this a demand.?”
Bharath looked at Manya — then at the child.
“not a demand, its my promise to protect her,  She’s my family now. All of it is hers.”

The father exhaled.
“I wont admit to it.."
If you want you share all the one in your name.. i dont need to give it to any 

Bharath mom, intervened, its okay, we will take something for us and give rest to you bharath, its upto you to transfer or not, to her. but do it after marriage not now

Manya bowed her head — perfect picture of gratitude.
Inside, she smiled.
The trap was closing.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 141 – The First Days in Zurich & The First Night in Bangalore


Zurich, Switzerland – Day 1: Arrival & Mount Titlis

The plane touched down at Zurich Airport just as the late-afternoon sun dipped behind the snow-capped Alps. The air outside was sharp, crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. Vikram stepped off first, holding Mirnaa’s hand firmly as they walked through the terminal. She wore a simple wool coat he had bought her in Chennai, scarf wrapped tight, eyes wide at the sight of the mountains through the glass walls.

They took a private transfer to a cozy chalet hotel in Engelberg — wooden beams, stone fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the valley. The room smelled of cedar and fresh linen. A fire was already crackling in the hearth.
Mirnaa stood by the window, staring at the peaks.
“It’s… beautiful,” she whispered.

Vikram came up behind her, arms slipping around her waist.
“That’s why we’re here,” he said softly. “To breathe. To forget. To remember who we are — just you and me.”
She leaned back against him, but her fingers tightened on the windowsill.
“Why are you doing this for me?” she asked, voice small. “After everything… I don’t deserve it.”
Vikram turned her gently to face him.

“You do,” he said. “You’re my world. We came here to change things. Let it take its natural course. No pressure. No memories. Just us.”

She searched his face — desperate for any sign he was lying. Found none.
They spent the rest of the afternoon on the cable car ride to Mount Titlis. The world dropped away below them — green valleys turning to white snowfields, peaks rising like silent guardians. At the top, they stepped into a wonderland of snow. Vikram pulled her into a snowball fight — gentle, playful. Mirnaa laughed — the first real, unguarded laugh since the night Bharath left her on the bed. The sound surprised her. She stopped, hand over her mouth.

Vikram grinned.
“See? That’s the sound I missed.”

They sat in a small café at the summit — hot chocolate with whipped cream, steam curling between them. Mirnaa sipped slowly, eyes distant.
“I feel… out of place,” she admitted.
 “Like I shouldn’t be here. Like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not.”

Vikram reached across the table, took her hand.
“You’re exactly who you should be. Right here. With me.”


Bangalore – Bharath & Manya – The Same Day

The registry office was small, air-conditioned, and quiet. Bharath stood in a simple white kurta, Manya in a cream saree, their daughter Priya held by Bharath’s mother (who had reluctantly agreed to witness). 

The registrar’s words were brief, mechanical.

“Do you take this man…?”
“I do,” Bharath said — voice firm, eyes on Manya.
Manya smiled — soft, perfect.
“I do.”

Rings exchanged. Mangalasutra tied. Signatures. A quick photograph. Done.
Bharath beamed — he thought he had won the ultimate prize. Manya smiled back — internally smirking.

They returned to the family home. Evening came fast. 
Bharath’s parents retired early, leaving the couple alone in the master bedroom — newly decorated with fresh flowers and a glass of milk on the nightstand.

Bharath closed the door. Turned to Manya — eyes dark with anticipation.
She stood by the bed, hands folded.

“Priya’s fussy tonight,” she said quietly. 

“She won’t sleep without me. She would cry, we ae already lovers right no formalities, lets sleep seperately..”
Bharath exhaled — frustrated, but understanding.

“Okay. For her.”
He kissed her forehead — tender, patient.

Manya smiled sweetly.
“Soon,” she promised.

Zurich – Day 2: Lake Lucerne & Uneasiness

Lake Lucerne glittered under a pale winter sun. They took a boat ride — private, just the two of them. Vikram held her hand the entire time, pointing out castles on the hills, swans gliding past. Mirnaa leaned against him, watching the water.

They visited a chocolate factory afterward — warm, sweet-smelling rooms, conveyor belts of truffles, free samples. Mirnaa tasted a dark truffle, eyes lighting up.
“This is amazing,” she said.

Vikram watched her — heart swelling with love he hadn’t felt in months.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
She smiled — but it faded quickly.
Back at the hotel, she sat on the balcony, staring at the lake.

Swathi called to Vikram but, Mirna took it.. Vikram signaled to take it as e was slicing a bread 
her voice bright through the phone.

“How’s Zurich? Krish misses you both. 


*** regular talks *** one thing she understands is swathi is very much concerned about Vikram and they are good friends. 


Tell Vikram he owes us dinner when you’re back.”

Mirnaa laughed softly — but her eyes were distant.
“Yeah… soon.”

She hung up. Vikram came out, wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.
“What’s wrong?”
Mirnaa looked at him — voice small.

“I never did this for you. Never called you just to check how are you?
did i missed a lot I was always at the hospital. Always working. Swathi… she takes care of Krish like that. She’s attentive. 
I wasn’t. I feel like I was never a good wife.”

Vikram knelt in front of her.
“You were yourself. That’s what I fell in love with. Your passion. Your dedication. You don’t have to be anyone else.”

She shook her head.
“I feel unfit for you. Like I don’t deserve this… this life.”

Vikram pulled her into his lap.
“You do. And I’m going to keep showing you until you believe it.”

She clung to him — night uneasiness growing, suppressive feelings of inadequacy rising like a tide.


Mirna rose from his lap, she felt like something stopped her may be a guilt.. 

Mirnaa stood near the window, arms wrapped around herself, looking out at the dark valley. Vikram came up behind her — close enough that she felt his body heat before he touched her.

“I think you are thinking too much.. your thoughts on something unwanted keeping yuo away from me away from who you are .. ” he said softly.
She didn’t turn.

“I want you to ignore it, im completely fine with everything.. i love you same way like we had years back nothing changed.”
He placed his hands on her shoulders — light, careful.

“That’s what I wanted you to feel.”
She turned then. Looked up at him — eyes shimmering in the firelight.

“I still feel… unfit sometimes. Like I don’t deserve this. Like I’m pretending.”
Vikram cupped her face gently.

“You’re not pretending. You’re remembering who we were before everything got twisted. Before Bharath. Before the lies. Just us.”
He leaned down — kissed her forehead. Then her eyelids. Then the corner of her mouth. Slow. Deliberate. Each kiss a quiet promise.
Mirnaa’s breath caught. 

She lifted her arms — wrapped them around his neck.
“I love you,” she whispered. “Please hate me once, your unconditional love disturbing me more”

Vikram lifted her without a word — bridal carry, effortless, tender. She rested her head against his shoulder as he walked them to the bedroom. The chill outside pressed against the windows, but inside the room was warm — the bed already turned down, soft white linens, a single lamp glowing low.

He set her down gently on the edge of the mattress. Knelt in front of her — eye level.
“I’m not going to hate you.. instead let me love you more... i accept you for what you are.. 

he hinted he gonna have a sex....  I wont rush this,” he said. “I want you to feel every second. I want you to know — this is us. No one else. Just us.”

Mirnaa nodded — tears already gathering.
He started slow.

Unbuttoned her coat. Slid it off her shoulders. Kissed the hollow of her throat where her pulse fluttered. Unzipped her sweater — peeled it away. Kissed the top of each breast through her bra. Unhooked it — let it fall. Took one nipple into his mouth — gentle suction, tongue circling slowly. Mirnaa arched — soft gasp, fingers threading into his hair.

He moved lower — kissed her stomach, the faint bruises marked by bharath still fading on her ribs. Whispered against her skin:
Mirna tried to hide it due to shame...

“You’re beautiful. Every mark. Every scar. Every part of you. No matter i love you .. i accept you for what you are..”

He tugged her leggings down — kissed the inside of each thigh. Slid her panties away. Kissed her there — soft, reverent, tongue tracing her folds until she trembled and whispered his name like a prayer.

When she was shaking, ready, he stood. Undressed himself slowly — letting her watch. Shirt. Belt. Pants. Boxers. His erection thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip.

He climbed over her — careful, controlled. Settled between her thighs.
“Look at me,” he said.

She did — eyes glassy, tears slipping down her temples.
He entered her slowly — one long, smooth glide. Filling her completely. No rush. No force. Just deep, steady pressure. Mirnaa’s breath hitched — legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

He moved — slow, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. Each one deliberate. Each one saying: This is mine. You are mine. We are us.

Tears kept falling — not from pain, but from overwhelming feeling. Love. Relief. Release. She clung to him — nails in his back, face buried in his neck.

“I love you,” she whispered — broken, raw. “Only you.”
Vikram kissed her tears — slow, tender.

“I love you,” he answered. “Always. Only you.”

The room was cold outside the blankets, but their bodies burned. Heat radiated between them — skin slick with sweat, breath mingling, hearts pounding in sync. He rocked into her, deeper, slower, grinding against her clit with every thrust until she shattered,crying out his name, body convulsing, inner walls fluttering around him.

He followed moments later, burying himself deep, spilling inside her with a low groan, holding her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.

They stayed like that — joined, trembling, breathing hard. He didn’t pull out right away. Just kissed her, slow, lazy kisses that tasted of salt and love. When he finally withdrew, he gathered her close,chest to chest, legs tangled.

“No more doubts,” he whispered against her hair. “No more feeling unfit. You’re mine. That’s all that matters.”
Mirnaa nodded, tears still slipping — but she smiled against his skin.
“Only you,” she murmured.

Outside, the Alps stood silent under the stars.
Inside, they slept — wrapped in each other, finally home.


Bangalore – Bharath & Manya – Day 2

[Muralimm]

What is going now it is super in their life it's beautiful I think it's there honeymoon

Super keep going like this

Super

[Munda007]

Mirna can't be satisfied with one man now. I guess Vikram too will realise soon. Question is will he accept it or now?