Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[aravindkkumar08]

Hey good writing each episodes twisting. Thought episode will finish but new hurdles for Vikram. One request don't add mirnaa Bharath episode once again. I thought series will not complete soon

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 151 – Mirna's decision to Leave


Chennai – T. Nagar Electronic Shop – The Next Day

The staff outside the small back office exchanged puzzled glances. Mohan had gone in with Mirnaa madam almost an hour ago, and the door was still closed. They could see through the glass wall — serious faces, low voices, minor reactions that didn’t look normal. 

No laughter. No casual tea break. Just tension.

One of the younger assistants finally knocked softly and entered with two glasses of water on a tray.

He placed them on the table — and caught the tail end of Mohan’s words.

“No, Mirna. He is a good man. He helped a lot of people. And you should trust him… Wait for him to tell.”

Mohan repeated it — almost like a mantra, eyes pleading for her to understand.

“So Aadharsh is still hiding?” Mirnaa asked quietly.

Mohan nodded — voice barely above a whisper.
“He is…”

Mirnaa opened her mouth to ask more — but through the glass partition she spotted Vikram’s black SUV pulling into the parking lot.

She stopped mid-sentence.
“Later, Anna,” she whispered.

Mohan nodded — relieved.
The assistant slipped out quickly. Vikram stepped inside the shop — casual, smiling.

“You missed your purse,” he said, holding it out. “Thought you might need it.”
Mirnaa took it — fingers brushing his.

“Thank you.”

He kissed her forehead — quick, gentle — and left.

Mirnaa watched from the upstairs glass window as he walked back to the car.

Then she saw it — a black Thar jeep idling at the edge of the lot, engine running, windows tinted.

She recognized the number plate instantly.
Bharath’s.
Her stomach twisted.

Why is he following Vikram?

She waited until Vikram’s SUV pulled away — then the Thar followed, keeping distance but never losing him.

Mirnaa’s mind raced.

He’s been following him for long. Confirming it was Bharath…
She left the shop immediately — thanked Mohan, drove away.

She followed them from a safe distance — heart pounding. The Thar shadowed Vikram’s car through traffic, turning where he turned, slowing when he slowed. Wherever Vikram went — hospital, a quick café stop, back toward home — the Thar was there.

Mirnaa realized Bharath had been following him for a long time.
She didn’t confront him as it would alert him. She wanted to see what he had planned against Vikram.


Whatever she heard from Mohan, and what she saw through her own eyes, told only one thing: there was a threat to Vikram.
She said to herself: Don’t leave him now. Or stop them from hurting him.
She didn’t go home.
She went to Shiney’s house in Anna Nagar West.


Shiney’s House – Late Afternoon


Mirnaa arrived still shaken — the Thar’s number plate burned into her memory. She tried to act normal, helping Shiney fold laundry on the sofa while they chatted about nothing important.

Shiney’s own phone battery had died earlier. She picked up Mirnaa’s phone from the table to check a map app for a nearby grocery store they wanted to visit.


She unlocked it casually — Mirnaa had shared the passcode months ago.
As the screen lit up, notifications from job portals popped up.

Emails confirming interviews for nursing positions in remote Karnataka hospitals. Subject lines like “Offer Extension Granted – Start Date Postponed Due to Personal Circumstances.”

One sent reply from Mirnaa caught Shiney’s eye:

“Thank you for understanding my family issues. I’ll be ready to relocate permanently by next month.”

Shiney’s heart sank.
She looked at Mirnaa — who was folding a saree, back turned.

“What’s this?” Shiney asked softly, holding up the phone.
Mirnaa glanced over — froze.

“Maybe some spam mails,” she said quickly, taking the phone back.
Shiney didn’t believe her.

She showed her the screen again.
“You yourself sent this… and this one… and this one.”

Shiney scrolled — many emails, all dated months back, exactly after her return from Zurich.

“What’s the issue, Mirna? You can tell me. I’m like a sister to you, right?”
Mirnaa stopped folding — eyes down.

“I know you’re up to something,” Shiney continued gently. “Money is not an issue with you two. Vikram earns in crores. Even if you want to work, you can work in Chennai. Why a remote place? Are you trying to go away? Does Vikram know this? Should I ask him?”

Mirnaa shook her head quickly.
“No…”

Then silence.
Shiney reached over — squeezed her hand.

“If there is something, tell me. Let me fix it for you. Or even in that case, you don’t need to go far. You have my home. Stay as long as you want. Work from here. Why do you want to go to a place where no one can find you? If I hadn’t seen it by mistake, even I wouldn’t have had an idea of this.”


Mirnaa didn’t answer — but she came forward and hugged Shiney — tight, sudden, as if the embrace could hold back everything threatening to spill out.


Shiney held her just as tightly, stroking her back in slow circles.
She realized something was bothering Mirnaa deeply — and she wasn’t ready to disclose it.

Shiney was sure now: Mirnaa had decided to leave Vikram for good.
But the reasons… Shiney didn’t know them yet. And from the way Mirnaa clung, it didn’t seem like she truly wanted to go.

Mirnaa pulled back slightly — eyes glassy, but she managed a small, shaky smile.
Shiney hesitated — then asked softly, almost afraid of the answer:

“Is Swathi the reason for you to take such a decision…?”

Mirnaa’s eyes widened instantly.
“No!!” she said — too quick, too sharp.

The denial came fast, but the question had already planted a seed. 

Yes, they were close. They hugged each other without hesitation. The nights Vikram spent more time with her downstairs — long conversations, shared silences, the way Swathi leaned on him when she cried. The thoughts crept in — quiet at first, then louder.


Shiney saw the shift in Mirnaa’s face — the flicker of doubt — and intervened gently.

“Don’t feel bad,” she said. “I saw their closeness. It’s not normal.
And I thought… Krish may not recover, given his condition. 
The possibilities are tiny. So maybe that homewrecker comes in between you two?”

Mirnaa’s expression hardened immediately.
“Don’t call her like that,” she said firmly. “She is a good friend. It’s just… different. 
I will tell you when the time comes.”

Shiney nodded — backing off, but the worry in her eyes remained.

They sat in silence for a while longer — tea growing cold on the table. 
Mirnaa stared out the window, thoughts churning.

On the way back home that evening, Mirnaa drove slowly — mind replaying Shiney’s words.

May be if Krish doesn’t wake up — and as Shiney says, possibilities are tiny… 
Swathi will take care of him.

The thought settled — heavy, almost comforting.
Swathi understood Vikram’s world. She was already part of it. She hugged him without reservation. She cried on his shoulder. If Mirnaa left… Vikram wouldn’t be alone. He would have someone who fit seamlessly into the shadows he carried.

Mirnaa gripped the steering wheel tighter.

He deserves that. Someone clean. 
Someone who doesn’t bring doubts and questions and tears in the middle of the night.

She parked outside the beach house — stared at the lights in the windows.
She had decided.

She would leave Vikram for good.
But only she knew she would stay for a few more days — just long enough to make sure he was safe, to say goodbye in her own quiet way.

Shiney realized something was bothering Mirnaa deeply — and she wasn’t ready to disclose it.
She was sure now: Mirnaa had decided to leave Vikram for good.

And Mirnaa seriously wanted it — wanted to leave Vikram for good.
Today Mirnaa realized Shiney also got to know about it — she was leaving Vikram for good.

Only she knew she would stay for a few more days.

That Night – Vikram’s Beach House

Vikram was tired — bone-deep tired. He came home early for once — showered, ate the dinner Mirnaa had kept warm, and went to bed.

Mirnaa joined him minutes later — head resting on his chest, ear over his heart. He felt her lips brush his bare skin — soft, lingering. Then a single drop of tear fell — warm, silent — onto his chest.

Vikram’s eyes opened.

He looked down — saw the tear glisten in the moonlight.

He caught her head gently — embraced her closer.
“What is it?” he whispered.

Mirnaa didn’t answer — just pressed her face tighter against him.

Mirnaa kissed his chest again and said softly, “You are struggling a lot inside… for me, to keep me happy.”

Vikram felt something odd — her sudden empowerment, boldness, and the little distance she was keeping. He realized: after Krish was hospitalized, he hadn’t spent much time with her. Instead, he was taking care of the network, spending more time with Swathi.

Does it hurt her?
his mind warns him to tell the full secrets soon.. but he needs to put an end card to Aadharsh before. 

Both didnt utter a word again...

They slept like that — tangled, quiet, the weight of unspoken things between them.

The Morning After

Mirnaa woke up early — looked at him sleeping peacefully.
She said to herself, Soon I will leave you. Stay happy and just marry someone — Swathi or whoever.
She bent down and kissed his forehead softly.

“I love you forever,” she whispered.

Then she slipped out of bed — ready to face another day, she had decided leave Vikram once she found a way to keep him safe from threats.

[jiivawonderland]

Mirna leaving Vikram..? No..

No Mirna, You need not to be this guilt. Vikram is not clean as well. 

what you did with Bharath is just sex. 

your husband know you know.. you two can sail through this.

Tensed chapters

[heygiwriter]

Wow wow wow what a narration amazing man

I think story is going to end line of the first episode

Wow the game is super powerful excited

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

The atmosphere you built is incredibly immersive.
The pacing in this scene was perfect—it built tension so well. Loved how you handled the power dynamic in the scenes. The imagery in your writing is so clear. This was well-written.

Thank you

[aravindkkumar08]

Hey bro think need the closure of this story and start a new story. The flow I like but its just rounding.need a good satisfactory ending. It's just my thoughts

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 152 – The Shadow of Farewell & Bharath's New Plan

Mirnaa woke before dawn, the sky outside still deep indigo. 
Vikram slept soundly beside her, arm loose around her waist, breath even and calm. She watched him for a long moment,
 the lines of worry softened in sleep, the man who had always protected her now looking vulnerable.

She slipped out of bed quietly. She moved to the kitchen to prepare coffee before bathing.

Swathi was already there — sleeves rolled up, chopping onions, the stove lit, the smell of fresh tadka filling the air.
Mirnaa paused in the doorway — surprised.

Swathi looked up — smiled gently.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve been bossing around you guys…felt bad that you always cook for me..  how long will you cook alone here? 
so....
I will cook today. Tell me what Vikram likes.”

Mirnaa managed a smile — but inside, her thoughts churned.

Last day I had a thought… Swathi could be better for Vikram. Given Krish’s condition… Swathi will eventually end up single. Now with Vikram, both can have a chance. And yes… it’s better for her to know his likes and dislikes.

Like a manager transferring knowledge to the next-level employee while handing over the role.

Mirnaa stepped forward — voice soft.
“He likes strong coffee — no sugar. Idli with sambar, but extra curry leaves in the tempering.
Prawn curry on Sundays… but only if it’s not too spicy.”
Swathi nodded — absorbing every word.

Mirnaa continued — casual, almost detached — listing his favorites, how he liked his tea, his preferred side dishes. 
She didn’t say why she was telling her. She just did.

Mirna took a bath dressed neatly and got ready for the shop.. she had important things to do.. 
She was giving final touches in the mirror in her bed room. and as the sun rays in, vikram moved his eyes.

Vikram woke up  he was surprised to see Mirnaa already dressed and ready.
“I’m leaving for the electronics shop,” she said — quick kiss on his cheek. “See you later.”
She left before he could ask why so early.

Vikram felt odd. 
The night before — her kiss on his chest, the tear — had been close, intimate. 
But now she seemed to be maintaining a distance. He wasn’t sure why he got that feeling.

He tried to shake it off — but his mind was already spinning. 
Searching for Aadharsh — no sign. Bharath missing. 
Too many unexpected happenings. His head spun.


T. Nagar Electronic Shop – Mid-Morning

Mirnaa sat again with Mohan — this time more determined.

“anna… I need a private detective. Someone discreet. Can you arrange?”

Mohan looked concerned — but nodded.
“I know one. Reliable. but he is costlier, an ex cop, he can pull anything without even a trace.”

He made a call — gave her the number.
Mirnaa took it — deep in thought.

She realized: Aadharsh — the enemy of Krish and Vikram — may attack Vikram anytime. 
For some reason, Bharath was also following Vikram. She wasn’t sure if Aadharsh and Bharath were a team or if Bharath had a different purpose.
Before she leaves Vikram forever, she decided to make sure he was safe — with no threats.

She transferred a few lakhs from the company account to the detective — asked Mohan to note it as “donations.” 
Mohan nodded — no questions.
Detective James — a lean man in his 40s, sharp eyes — met her outside the shop. 
She gave him three photos: Vikram, Bharath, Aadharsh.
“Follow them. Get me details. Especially Bharath — where he goes, who he meets. And Aadharsh… if you can find him at all.”
James nodded.

James laughed knowingly, 
This guy is son of popular person i know him, if my memory is right 
he is already hiding, 
Not much on Aadharsh — he’s a ghost. But I’ll try.”
Mirna surprised.
how did you know them

James said, i said he is popular, his father.. is apopular person Sekaran. 
Mirna knows the connection but she is not aware sekaran could be this popular like a detective cop cirlces know him already.

He excused and went back..
He started his bike — began his duty.


Somewhere in Chennai – Secluded Space – Same Day

Aadharsh and Bharath met in a quiet, shaded warehouse, two chairs, a table, and silence until Bharath spoke.

“What have you decided?” Aadharsh asked — calm, almost polite.
Bharath leaned back — eyes hard.

“I understand you want to take revenge on Vikram, i also understand you left me free so that i will be a took in your quest to revenge. but why in a legal way? You could have just finished him off like you tried on Krish.”


Aadharsh smiled — thin, patient.

Let me answer it, a right question... 

“I actually wanted to do Vikram the way Krish has been dealt with. But the issue is… no one knows who the real Shadow King is. We all assumed it was Krish — months back. When he was bedridden, his empire still ran. 

Then they say it’s Vikram. 

I still could not believe vikram is a shadow king.. he may not be, they still play games?! If vikram is real shadow king why krish had that mask when i attacked him?

And another point , Imagine… 

Im going to deal with Vikram the same way as Krish. Tomorrow if he’s no more or bedridden — can you assure me no one will appear suddenly claim them as shadow king of empire and continues the business?”

He leaned forward.

“My dad Sekaran had so many trustworthy allies and well-wishers. 
When a driver like Vikram can act as Shadow King… imagine about others.”
Bharath was intrigued.


“So what’s your actual plan?”

Aadharsh’s voice dropped.

I changed my target, earlier i believe if i take down the person, i can gain strength in my business. but thats not the case.. so i changed the tearget, - now my target is the empire — not the person. 

But to hurt the empire, the current holder should be punished. For example… you work with me and grab information on their empire. The information will be used to make cops arrest Vikram. You will also do some traps for Vikram make necessary move to spoil it. The proof should be so solid — file him under multiple sections. Once this is done, the empire will be exposed to the public. There will be outrage. Government agencies will try damage control and permanently restrict this type of business. 

Bharath asked, doing so will affect our business as well right 

Aadaharsh smiled, yes
Along with them, we will also face backlash — no logistics will happen. 


But i have alternate plan 

On the day Vikram is pushed into legal trouble by us, I will make sure to steal all loads from their place. Clients will panic. They will ask for supply — government agencies already cut it. And that is when I will pitch them ... after months — thrice the price demand - supply formula. 

I will regain my empire while Vikram and his empire and unknown Shadow King can never come back. That’s the idea.”



Bharath shook his head — impressed.

Aadharsh watched him.
“So… deal?”

Bharath looked at him — eyes calculating.

“I need to revenge Vikram. But I’m tired of it.
 I want to expose him for what he did with my feelings and Manya. 
Now I lack the purpose of life. 
I’m sure that I will punish Vikram.
But I have different thoughts running in the mind.
I don’t want to commit anything with you for now. 

But let me promise you — I will grab some proofs. I already following him…

Aadharsh nodded.


after a pause... the word purpose Striked Adarsh, Then he smirked.

“You have a purpose there, right? 
Bharath blinked.

He smoothly said
Mirna? His wife?”


Bharath looked at him and then said, “Yes, that’s the only purpose i'm sub consiously thinking now… 
I’m just thinking...... to get back to that purpose... earlier I had a lover mask. 

“This time I’m just figuring out which mask I should wear.”


Aadharsh watched him — silent, patient, the smirk on his face softening into something almost approving.

Bharath leaned forward slightly — elbows on knees, voice dropping.

“I need to expose Vikram before Mirnaa. That would be brutal. 
Let her see exactly what kind of man he really is — the lies, the shadows, the empire built on secrets, the henchman/rowdy, the affairs he had in secret.. She’ll shatter. She’ll hate him. And when she does…”
He trailed off — eyes distant, imagining it.

“But after that? She wouldn’t trust me either. Not after everything I did before. 

but i need to think a lot? 
With no future with Manya… what’s the role of Mirnaa in my life now?”
Adhaarsh looked at him ... he saw his pain, he let him to continue speaking 

Im a wounded man, i m hurt, angry, hollowed out by betrayal after betrayal. Manya had played me for Vikram. Looking now, it was Vikram who had tricked me and won the game, (Aadaharsh is not sure what game he was telling... but bharath knows it was Vikram and Manya' together made a plan that made him ran away from the night when he was consuming his affair with mirnaa.. he realise how Mirnaa would have felt hurt when he jumped from the place, when he took back his penis after inserting half, leaving her in anger and turmoil.. she would have hurted his mind played)...  I had only one friend i lost him .. Rishi had thrown me out. If i get what i needed from Manya, i would'nt havee  gone to her!

Even my own reflection felt foreign.



After 10 minutes pause and silence.. Bharath looked determined.. 

He looked up — eyes locking with Aadharsh’s.

“I decided to split Bharath and Mirnaa permanently,” he said — voice flat, final. 
“Not just break her heart. Break the bond completely. 
I dont care, if mirnaa would look back at me, but i will Make sure she never looks back at him.”

Aadharsh raised an eyebrow — intrigued.

So thats the final revenge for you? 


Bharath said no ...I have more brutal way.. a lesson for him

“And how do you plan to do that?”

Bharath’s smile returned,  slow, cold, dangerous.

“I want Vikram to face the same scenario I did — wife scheming with another man.
Let him feel the knife in his back. Let him watch Mirnaa turn against him, plot with someone else… with me.”

He leaned back — the idea solidifying.
“Let me make Mirnaa scheme along with me to get his empire crushed. I will use her anger — turn it into purpose. 
That purpose into hate. And the hate… into revenge.”
He paused — letting the words settle.


Aadharsh studied him for a long moment — then nodded slowly.
So you mean... first you split them, then you and she will join together and crush his empire..?

Bharath smirked and said yes. 

He stood — brushing dust from his shirt. and continued

But
“I’ll need time to approach her carefully. She’s smart.
 Suspicious. But she’s also hurting. Lonely. I know how to play that.”

Aadharsh rose too — extending a hand.
“Then we have a deal. You get Mirnaa. I get the empire. Vikram gets… nothing.”
Bharath shook it — grip firm.

Aadharsh mocked, so what mask you are wearing? 

“Nothing at all.”
He turned to leave — mind already spinning with the plan.

The mask is gone, Bharath gonna approach without mask. he is gonig to be himself..
And this time — it would fit perfectly.

[Rocky@handsome]

The plot is becoming increasingly intense and gripping! I have a theory about how Mirnaa might navigate this chaos. If James, the detective she hired, informs her about Adarsh and Bharat's true intentions beforehand, Mirnaa could execute a brilliant double-game.

She might pretend to fall for Bharat’s manipulation, but in reality, she’d only be siding with him to safeguard her husband, Vikram, from Aadarsh’s wrath.

Admittedly, discovering the dark truth about Vikram’s past will be a crushing blow to her soul; she might even resent him for a while, especially considering the depths of his 'dark world'.
However, I don't believe that resentment could ever eclipse her devotion. Her love for Vikram is so profound, and she knows his love for her is equally deep—there is simply no amount of hatred that could ever make her stand by and watch Vikram be destroyed or killed by 'animals' like Adarsh and Bharat.

Given her past bitter experiences with Bharat, she isn't naive enough to trust him again. It’s more likely she will play along to uncover their(Bharat And Aadarsh)wicked schemes from the inside. This is just my guess, of course!

Both Vikram and Mirnaa have endured so much suffering already; I truly hope their love finds a way to triumph in the end.


You are an exceptional writer with an incredible imagination, so I’ll leave it to your genius to resolve this complex situation. Can't wait to see how it unfolds!


Regards
Rocky ❤️

[heygiwriter]

The plot is becoming increasingly intense and gripping! I have a theory about how Mirnaa might navigate this chaos. If James, the detective she hired, informs her about Adarsh and Bharat's true intentions beforehand, Mirnaa could execute a brilliant double-game.

She might pretend to fall for Bharat’s manipulation, but in reality, she’d only be siding with him to safeguard her husband, Vikram, from Aadarsh’s wrath.

Admittedly, discovering the dark truth about Vikram’s past will be a crushing blow to her soul; she might even resent him for a while, especially considering the depths of his 'dark world'.
However, I don't believe that resentment could ever eclipse her devotion. Her love for Vikram is so profound, and she knows his love for her is equally deep—there is simply no amount of hatred that could ever make her stand by and watch Vikram be destroyed or killed by 'animals' like Adarsh and Bharat.

Given her past bitter experiences with Bharat, she isn't naive enough to trust him again. It’s more likely she will play along to uncover their(Bharat And Aadarsh)wicked schemes from the inside. This is just my guess, of course!

Both Vikram and Mirnaa have endured so much suffering already; I truly hope their love finds a way to triumph in the end.


You are an exceptional writer with an incredible imagination, so I’ll leave it to your genius to resolve this complex situation. Can't wait to see how it unfolds!


Regards
Rocky ❤️

You observed a lot.. Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 153 - Mirna's soft attempt to gets Vikram's hate!

Mirnaa came back to the house late that night — deliberately. She had spent the afternoon at Shiney’s hospital, then lingered at her house for dinner, talking about nothing and everything to fill the time. 


Following days, she made sure to visit late after spending time with Shiney at her hospital or house. 
She was making sure Vikram wouldn’t be welcomed by her at home — instead, Swathi would do it. 

As much as she delayed her timing, the freedom of Swathi in her home with Vikram increased. Swathi — who had been staying with them since Krish’s coma — moved around the house more comfortably now: setting the table, pouring water, small touches like adjusting Vikram’s collar when he came in tired. Mirnaa will join her later, she cooks later after she comes.. Vikram always prefer Mirna’s cooking..

Vikram honestly felt bad for Swathi — Krish was in that way, her only place now to get into was Vikram’s house, so he showered extra care. A hand on her shoulder when she looked sad. A shared cup of tea in the evening. Late-night talks in the living room when he couldn’t sleep.

At times when she notice VIkram speaking closer to swathi during night time, Mirnaa’s jealousy sparked at times — sharp, unwelcome — but she also wanted it for her reasons. If she left, Vikram wouldn’t be alone. Swathi was kind, understanding. They could have a life together. It made the decision easier.

The dinner plans to become normal. One night when Mirnaa walked in, after she came late from shiny house…, she saw Swathi had cooked dinner ready already — the table set, aromas of sambar and rice filling the air.

She know Swathi had a baby, she needed to cook earlier, and mirna coming late and waiting for mirnaa to cook felt so dependent so Swathi took the initiative.. She started cooking herself as she is alone in the house.. Her hospital visits dropped due to this. Mirnaa's strategic delay in arriving home made this.. 

At once Mirnaa felt bad for pushing her, her husband wont wake up.. She had a baby to take care of… , yet she calculatedly pushes her more work.. 

She had no one.. Her father passed away years back.. She had no place to go. She had only Krish and now.. Krish is in bed and she is here… She felt bad.. But Mirnaa had to do it.. 


Swathi looked up — smiled warmly.
“I thought you’d be tired,” she said. “I cooked today. Hope it’s okay.”
Mirnaa nodded — forced a smile.
“Thank you.”


She saw Vikram at the table — looking at her with quiet confusion. 


Vikram expected why do you do these, i would have purchased from hotel or wait until i come.. You are our guest.. But mirna’s response was just thank you.


And her immediate response was so bad. 
Swathi when you cook tomorrow make sure you wash that vessel twice, it should need to be proper.. 


Any one who watches the scene would say, "Swathi is your servant? Is that a way to treat your guest?
 
She sat across from him — not next to him like usual — and ate in silence.
Vikram doesn’t know why Mirnaa behaved that way. The nights got prolonged — the late-night talks of Vikram and Swathi stretching longer as Mirnaa went to bed early, claiming headaches.


The days went for Mirnaa to get new findings from James, in the morning, Electronic shops worked at noon. Shiny house visit after evening. As Shiny timing stretched till 7PM. These days Mirnaa comes home after 9. She has breakfast and goes to bed and get back early.. 


Vikram didn’t understand the pattern yet — but the incidents piled up. He wanted to enquire about this, but whenever he comes to speak with her she appears to sleep early and in the morning she leaves before he wakes up. or sometime she leave no time to speak with him. He could not focus as his attempt to find aadharsh and bharath remains mystery and the empire in crucial time needed his support. His frustration grew. 


Mirnaa saw it, saw his frustration over her — and it hurt — but she wanted it. Wanted him to hate her. 

To let her go without regret.


She wanted to make Vikram frustrated by her behavior. She wanted Vikram to hate her, so he wouldn’t feel odd about losing her.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 154 - Mirna pushed the hatred more... 

Bharath moves faster than he could, Vikram made a mistake, he did not remove access to the digital folders that he shared with bharath. It had all original ledger bills, account information secret. And most with his approval sign, voice notes.. Bharath took everything.. But it is not enough to lock Vikram.. Bharath needs more access to vikram.. That could be possibly only through Mirna



Mirna on other hand becomes more deliberate to cause a scene at house.. Swathi starts feeling the heat but reality hits her.. She was dependent on Vikram now.. She cannot offend them.. Every detail of Krish's business empire to all needed Vikram’s support. Krish brother got everything when krish decided to leave to india .. he purchased all krish assets for money and krish had deposited the same money in business. Even if not for money, her emotional support is now Vikram alone. 


Vikram came home one evening to find Mirnaa on the phone in the living room, voice sharp.
“Swathi, the laundry basket is overflowing again. Can you sort it tonight? I’m exhausted. And Priya’s toys are everywhere—clean them up before she trips.”
Swathi looked up from the sofa, Priya on her lap, surprised but nodded quickly. “Of course, Mirnaa. I’ll do it now.”
Vikram’s jaw tightened. He waited until Swathi left the room.


“You could have asked her nicely,” he said quietly.
Mirnaa shrugged. “She offered to help. I’m just taking it.”



The next morning, Mirnaa “forgot” to pack Vikram’s lunch.and she was about to leave the house.. Vikram who was there found only Swathi’s neatly wrapped containers, he paused.
Swathi appeared behind him. “I made extra. Thought you might need it.”
Vikram smiled at her—grateful, warm. Mirnaa watched from the hallway, chest tight. She turned away before he saw her expression.


Later that afternoon, Mirnaa handed Swathi a pile of Vikram’s shirts. “These need ironing. You’re just free at home right please start doing it. I hate giving vikrams shirts outside..”

Swathi took them without complaint. Vikram walked in just as she was setting up the board.

“Mirnaa,” he said, voice low, “you’ve been giving her all the chores lately.”
“She wants to help,” Mirnaa replied, not meeting his eyes. “I’m busy.”
He stared at her for a long moment. “Busy,” he repeated. The word hung between them like a question she wouldn’t answer.


That evening, Vikram and Swathi sat in the living room after dinner. Mirnaa had gone upstairs early—claiming a headache again. Their conversation drifted from Krish’s condition to small memories, then to everyday things. Swathi laughed softly at something Vikram said. The sound carried up the stairs.

Mirnaa stood at the top landing, listening. She told herself it was fine. It was what she wanted. Vikram needed someone who could laugh with him, who didn’t carry so much silence.

But her fingers curled around the railing until her knuckles whitened.


The next night she came home even later. Swathi had already served dinner, cleaned the kitchen, and left a plate covered for Mirnaa. Vikram was in the study, working on his laptop. When Mirnaa walked in, he didn’t look up right away.

“You’re late again,” he said—quiet, not accusing, but tired.
“Shop stuff,” she replied, setting her bag down.

He closed the laptop slowly. “Mirnaa… what’s going on?”
She froze for a second, then forced a shrug. “Nothing. Just tired.”

He studied her. “You’ve been tired a lot. And Swathi’s doing everything here. You barely speak to her—or me.”
Mirnaa met his eyes briefly. “She’s happy to help. Let her.”
Vikram said she is not our servant, our guest do you forget it?

Vikram’s voice dropped. “I don’t like how you’re talking to her. 
Or how you’re talking to me.”

Mirnaa turned away. “Then don’t like it.”

She walked upstairs before he could respond.


In the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands. Every small cruelty she had inflicted that week—every late arrival, every chore pushed onto Swathi, every curt reply—had been deliberate. She wanted him to grow frustrated. Angry. Resentful. She wanted him to stop looking at her with worry and start looking at her with relief when she was finally gone.

But tonight, when he came up, he didn’t speak. He just lay down beside her, back turned. No arm around her waist. No goodnight.

Mirnaa stared at the ceiling in the dark, listening to his breathing slow into sleep.
She had wanted him to hate her.

She hadn’t expected it to hurt this much when he started to.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 155  - Vikram's move to safeguard  Swathi's pride. 

Several weeks gone, James gave an update .to mirna . next week, things may be going to change.. Maybe? From my observation.. Bharath stopped moving. I guess he got enough in his hand. 


Vikam could not reach them as both aadharsh and bharath are a team.. 


Mirnaa exhaled deeply, she said to herself maybe this is the time.. But she is unsure how to proceed. 

Mirnaa  at house continues what she had been doing for a month now, she excused work as a reason to alienate herself from house.. .

At times she come early as Shiney may have operations in her hospital, she wont go home but she will wait in her car in the next street, she knows Vikram's car Horn Sound.. she can spot from distance. She knows Vikram type of honking horn, thrice when he came near gate.. when the horn sounds comes in she wait for 30 mins and then she gets into home. 


The next night she came home even later. Swathi had already served dinner, cleaned the kitchen, and left a plate covered for Mirnaa. She had bathed baby, put her to bed, and was folding the day’s laundry when Mirnaa walked in.


The pattern continued — Mirnaa’s delays, Swathi’s increasing workload, babies cry mixed with Swathi’s soothing songs. Vikram’s frustration built. One night, he found Swathi scrubbing the kitchen floor on her knees — Mirnaa had “spilled” oil earlier and asked her to clean it.

“Swathi, stop,” Vikram said, helping her up. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”
Swathi smiled weakly. “It’s okay. Mirnaa’s may be tired and I'm completely free Vikram.”
Vikram’s eyes flashed. 

He confronted Mirnaa later in the bedroom — voice raised for the first time in months.
“Why are you treating Swathi like this? She’s lost her husband practically — she’s caring for her child,, for us — and you’re humiliating her with chores? She’s super rich, used to a comfortable life, and you’re making her scrub floors?”

Mirnaa looked at him — calm, almost cold.
“I'm rich too, I'm a working lady too, my husband is also super rich.. I had been doing this chores when I was idle in the house.. She didn't push , she offered. I’m accepting.”


Vikram never saw Mirnaa like this, it looked like someone else entered her body?!
Vikram ran a hand through his hair — anger flaring.

“This isn’t you, Mirnaa. What’s wrong?”
She turned away — voice flat.
“Nothing. Goodnight.”


He didn’t sleep beside her that night. Went downstairs instead — to the study.
Swathi was awake in the hall.. She smiled.. 

Vikram came near her.. She said im sorry. 
Vikram asked what for?

Swathi: Because of me you and mirna having a fight. I think I should move out. Even when krish was around me, I thought I had no one after my fathers demise.. But when krish was admitted. I didn't get a feeling like that…. I thought I had you.. Yes, I'm not unclear about our relationship. We are good friends. We had special liberties but I underestimated marriage couples how deep their love may be when they get threatened by a competition.. Things won't be the same right ?, I didn't think my physical presence would cause this .. 


Vikram put his finger on her lips and said , dont speak anymore.. I'm here for you…
You are not leaving anywhere.. He pulled her into a hug…

They doesnt know who started it, their lips embraced each other..


Mirna who followed Vikram long back.. Hiding near the case saw their kissing..
The unexplainable pain, the anger, the confusion, the tears.. She gon back to bed..
Mirnaa lay alone — tears silent.


Vikram suddenly stopped kissing.. he said sorry, Mirna is around. I cant do this when she is here..i will speak with her, fix her.. Don't think bad about her.. She is just confused with day to day work. I guess..


He kissed her cheek and said good night. Tomorrow we will see a good change..He assured 


The next day, Vikram called for two more servants — a cook and a maid — to help with the house. He told Mirnaa in the morning, voice firm.

“I don’t want to see Swathi humiliated like this anymore. She’s family. Not a servant.”
Mirnaa nodded — no argument.

Inside, it stung. But it was what she wanted.


The quarrels escalated at night — whispered arguments in the bedroom after Swathi went to bed.

“Why are you pushing me away?” Vikram asked one night, voice low and hurt.
“I’m not,” she lied.

“You are. Late homes. Distance. Treating Swathi badly. What’s going on?”
She rolled over — back to him.
“Tired. Let’s sleep.”

Another night: “Mirnaa, talk to me.”
She snapped — “What’s there to talk? You’re always with Swathi anyway.”
He paused — confused.
“She needs help. Krish is in coma.”
Mirnaa’s voice cracked slightly.
“Then help her. I’m fine.”
He reached for her — she pulled away.
The gap widened.

Mirnaa lay awake after each quarrel — heart aching — but resolute. She was making him hate her. Making it easier for when she left.

That is when she gets a message from Shiney. Tomorrow, ask your husband to stay at home. Something important I need to discuss with him. And I'm taking a friend with me. We will come early in the morning…

Mirnaa was confused.. But she said okay..

[Rocky@handsome]

Excuse me, Author! I am absolutely hooked on your story—it is a true masterpiece and I am enjoying every single chapter you put out. You have a real gift for storytelling, and I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate all the hard work you put into this.

While reading, I couldn't help but notice a fascinating recurring detail: Manya’s daughter is named Priya, Swathi’s daughter is also Priya, and Mirnaa’s friend and hospital colleague is named Priya as well! I’m dying to know—is this a brilliant, deliberate setup to confuse opponents and enemies when the perfect time arrives in the future, or is it just a coincidental naming error? Either way, it’s a detail that really caught my eye. Please check it out when you can, bro!!

Keep up the incredible work—I can't wait to see where you take us next!

Regards
Rocky ❤️

[heygiwriter]

Excuse me, Author! I am absolutely hooked on your story—it is a true masterpiece and I am enjoying every single chapter you put out. You have a real gift for storytelling, and I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate all the hard work you put into this.

While reading, I couldn't help but notice a fascinating recurring detail: Manya’s daughter is named Priya, Swathi’s daughter is also Priya, and Mirnaa’s friend and hospital colleague is named Priya as well! I’m dying to know—is this a brilliant, deliberate setup to confuse opponents and enemies when the perfect time arrives in the future, or is it just a coincidental naming error? Either way, it’s a detail that really caught my eye. Please check it out when you can, bro!!

Keep up the incredible work—I can't wait to see where you take us next!

Regards
Rocky ❤️

Its coincidental.. even in my previous story i coincidentally brings two character same name Priya and everyone got confused. sometimes we bring new characters suddenly inside the story and confusions happens there

[kirak9484]

Nice story. Super Narration

[Rocky@handsome]

Its coincidental.. even in my previous story i coincidentally brings two character same name Priya and everyone got confused. sometimes we bring new characters suddenly inside the story and confusions happens there

No worries at all! It’s actually a testament to how well-written your story is that I’m looking for hidden clues in every detail! Thank you so much for clearing that up for me. 

Even if it was just a coincidence, it’s been fun theorizing about how three "Priyas" might cause chaos for the enemies later on.— lol  

I’m still absolutely loving the journey you're taking us on—please keep up the amazing work, bro, I can’t wait for the next update!

Regards 
Rocky ❤️

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 156  – The truth finally out !


Vikram woke with a dull ache behind his eyes — the kind that came from too many sleepless nights and too many unanswered questions. The room was still dim, dawn barely touching the curtains. He reached instinctively for Mirnaa, but the bed beside him was already empty, the sheets cool. He sat up slowly, rubbing his face, the memory of last night’s argument lingering like smoke.

He had raised his voice. He never did that. Not with her. The words had come out sharper than he meant — frustration spilling over after weeks of her distance, her silences, her sudden coldness toward Swathi. He regretted it the moment it happened. He had seen the flicker in her eyes — not anger, but something deeper, something that looked like resignation.

He needed to fix this.

He pulled on a shirt and went downstairs, determined to find her, to sit her down, to say I’m sorry, talk to me, whatever it is, we can fix it.
She was already in the kitchen — dressed, hair tied back, moving with quiet purpose. She didn’t look surprised to see him. She looked… prepared.
“Shiney and a friend are coming,” she said without turning around. “She needs to speak with you.”

Vikram stopped in the doorway.
“About what?”

Mirnaa shrugged — small, careful motion. “She didn’t say. Just… be here.”
He nodded, throat tight. “Okay.”

The doorbell rang soon after — not Shiney yet, but the new servants. Vikram had hired them the day before — a cook and a maid — to take the pressure off Swathi. He couldn’t stand watching her scrub floors, carry laundry baskets while juggling the baby, all because Mirnaa kept pushing chores onto her like she was invisible. The cook started on breakfast; the maid began sweeping and dusting. The house filled with quiet, efficient sounds — a normal morning soundscape that felt strangely foreign now.

Swathi came down with the baby on her hip — sleepy-eyed, hair loose, smiling softly when she saw Vikram.
“Good morning,” she said.

He returned the smile — tired, but warm. “Morning. You okay?”
She nodded. “Better today.”

He took the baby from her gently, bouncing him until he gurgled. Swathi watched — grateful, but with a shadow in her eyes. She had started folding clothes on the sofa when the low rumble of an engine cut through the morning quiet.

A black Thar pulled into the driveway.

Vikram’s body tensed instantly. The sound was unmistakable — that deep, aggressive growl. Mirnaa froze at the kitchen counter, fingers tightening around a glass. Swathi looked up from the laundry, confused.
The Thar stopped. Passenger door opened.

Shiney stepped out — face grim, eyes hard. She glanced back at the driver — Bharath — and spoke low enough that only he could hear.
“No matter what, bring the truth out of Vikram. If what you said is true… this is no longer a place for Mirnaa. I’ll take her with me.”
Bharath nodded once — grip tight on the wheel.

“But consider my request too,” Shiney added. “First prove it. I know you. I know how you respect and protect Mirnaa. 
So I’m giving you this chance.”

Bharath’s jaw worked. He didn’t speak. Just nodded again.
Shiney walked to the house alone.
Mirnaa met her at the door — smile automatic, arms open.
“Shiney akka—”

The hug was brief. Shiney’s face had no warmth.
She pulled back, eyes scanning the living room — the servants moving quietly, Swathi folding clothes, Vikram standing near the sofa with the baby.
“Ask them to come back tomorrow,” Shiney said to Mirnaa, voice low. “This is sensitive.”

Mirnaa looked at her — something flickering in her eyes. Recognition. Expectation.
She turned to the servants.

“You both… come back tomorrow. We have an important meeting.”
They nodded — confused but obedient — and left.

Vikram’s confusion deepened. He thought at first Mirnaa had called Shiney to complain about the servants — to get them fired so Swathi would have to do everything again. The anger flared quickly — he opened his mouth to argue — but then he saw the Thar still in the driveway. 

Mirnaa didn’t flinch. She looked at Shiney.
Shiney stepped inside — voice steady but cold.

“Vikram, I need to speak with you. I brought a friend who came here to tell something.”
She looked at Mirnaa.

“Mirnaa… get him inside.”
Mirnaa walked out — calm, almost serene. Vikram watched her go — puzzled, uneasy.  she vanished from sight like smoke.

Minutes later...
Then Bharath appeared in the doorway — pistol in his right hand, steady, pointed low at back of Mirnaa but unmistakable.
Vikram’s world narrowed to that black barrel.

“Hey — what are you doing—”
Bharath stepped inside — voice flat.

“Shut up. It’s time for confrontation.”
He raised the pistol — aimed at Mirnaa back, who walked before him, He pointed her to sat near the sofa.

“If you move even a bit, I shoot her.”

Mirnaa didn’t scream. Didn’t run. She looked at Bharath — fear in her eyes, but something else too. 
Resignation. She sat on the sofa slowly — hands in her lap.

Bharath pressed the muzzle lightly to her temple.
Vikram’s heart slammed against his ribs.

“Bharath — please —”

“You hurt me a lot,” Bharath said — voice low, shaking with old rage. “Don’t I know what you and Manya planned with me? Don’t I want revenge? But don’t worry. I won’t harm her. Not if you come clean. Just once. Let Mirnaa know what kind of man you really are.”
Mirnaa looked at Vikram — silent tears already falling.

Bharath’s voice cracked — but the pistol stayed steady.
“I lost purpose when Manya chose to hurt me. Aadharsh is scouting for me. I’m done already. I don’t care about anything. 

But you care for Mirnaa, right?”
So  tell her all the truths, before i count 5 or i assure you would worry.

He started counting — slow, merciless.
“One.”

Vikram’s hands rose — placating.
“Two.”

“No — wait —”
“Three.”

Vikram panicked — voice breaking.
“Okay — okay — I’ll tell. I’ll tell.”

Bharath laughed — short, bitter.
“Tell my friend.”

Vikram’s knees buckled. He dropped to the floor — eyes locked on Mirnaa’s tear-streaked face.
“What should I tell…?”

Bharath pressed the gun harder against Mirnaa’s temple.

“You think he’s a soft person, right, Mirnaa? A common man who gets hurt a lot… bullshit. He was a henchman. That was his start.”
Mirnaa’s tears fell faster — silent, steady. She didn’t speak. Just looked at Vikram — waiting.

Vikram’s voice trembled
.
“Mirnaa… you shouldn’t take this in any wrong sense. I had no intention to hide this forever. In fact… I wanted to come clean. That’s why I took you to Zurich. But Krish’s accident stopped me.”

He swallowed hard.
“Yes… I’m a henchman for Sekaran. That’s how I started. I’m not an innocent man like you think.”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched — tears falling faster. But she still didn’t speak.
Vikram continued — voice cracking.

“I wanted to tell you… but I feared. You hated henchmen. 
They caused damage to your family when you were a kid. I couldn’t bear you looking at me like that.”

Bharath’s voice cut in — cold.
“What else you hid?”
Vikram closed his eyes.

“I’m not an ordinary driver. I’m… kind of a shadow boss. Working who operated illegal business across. Initially I did it for Sekaran. He recovered me. Shaped me for better.”

Mirnaa’s face trembled — tears streaming now. But she remained still — silent.
Bharath pulled a pen drive from his pocket — tossed it to Shiney.
“Play it after I say.”

Vikram’s eyes snapped open.
“No — no — I’ll tell. I’ll tell.”
He looked at Mirnaa — pleading.

“Initially… electronic shops were jackpot. We earned good. But I kept funds for Krish’s illegal business. Once too much money came in… I wanted revenge. Revenge on Malar and Malavika — who once labeled me. I had sex with both of them. They were in affair with me for some weeks. Then I left them. I didn’t force. They came to me for power. Money. I utilized it.”

Mirnaa broke — a sob escaped her. She covered her mouth — body shaking.
Bharath looked at her — almost gentle.

“Mirnaa… I don’t know how he would have reacted after I left the house last night when we were together. But if he caused you mental turmoil by claiming he is pure… no. He is not.”

Vikram shook his head frantically.
“I never claimed so. I’m sorry —”

He dropped to his knees — tears streaming.
Shiney couldn’t stop herself. She inserted the pen drive — played the video.

The screen showed grainy footage — Vikram in dark rooms, meeting men, handing envelopes, giving orders. His face — cold, commanding. Then footages of Vikram fucking malar at hotel and Malavika in electronic shop storage room ferociously. A monster in plain clothes.

Shiney slapped Vikram across the back — hard.
“You asshole. How dare you spoil my Mirnaa’s life.”

Mirnaa stood — trying to stop her — but Bharath’s pistol kept her in place.

Swathi — who had been watching from the hallway — went pale. The baby woke up crying in the next room. The atmosphere turned chaotic — shouts, tears, a child’s wails.

Shiney turned on Vikram — voice shaking with rage.
“I warned her — don’t trust anybody. She believed you. You were a complete asshole. Lies after lies. Mirnaa — don’t even delay. Come to me. Stay with me. You don’t want him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Bharath spoke — calm now.
“That’s not the full story. Vikram — tell the remaining.”
Vikram shook his head — sobbing.

“It’s enough… please… Bharath… I can fall at your feet.”
Bharath’s voice hardened.

“No. I don’t want that. I just want the truth.”
Shiney stared at him — horrified.
“What else could be worse…?”

Vikram’s voice broke.
“Okay… Sekaran was dead. I wanted to revenge Aadharsh. I needed to recreate the empire. I needed Bharath’s help. Bharath was lusting after Mirnaa. I entered into a deal. I… I orchestrated and spoiled Mirnaa’s mind to accept a date. But I was careful. I didn’t want a sexual relationship. I thought I could pull strings behind Bharath’s back — so I would achieve my goal before Bharath fully had her. But Bharath accelerated… orchestrated things. He won. He took her sexually. and for her safety and protection i played along.


Shiney sat heavily on the sofa — stunned.
“You monsters… shit…”

She looked at Bharath — disgusted.
“You are no different.”
Bharath met her eyes — unflinching.

“I’m no different. But I at least tried to come clean to her. He didn’t make an attempt.”
He turned to Mirnaa — voice softening.
“Mirnaa… I cheated you. I tricked you. It’s true — I only had lust. I don’t have love. But your husband never loved you. Never. Nor my Manya. We were cheated by both. I don’t ask you to come to me. Love me. But I offer you — let’s start life fresh. If we have a chance to love… we will. Come with me.”
Shiney rose — furious — and pulled Bharath’s arm — pistol or not.
“No one lays a finger on her. I’m taking her.”

Swathi stepped out — baby in arms, face pale. She saw Mirnaa standing, crying. Vikram on his knees. Bharath nearing Mirnaa.
She moved forward — voice shaking.
“Mirnaa… don’t take this inside. Just relax. Stay here. This is your home. Who would replace this place? Who would comfort Vikram when you are away?”

Mirnaa looked at her — coldly.
“You take care of him.”
Swathi blinked — stunned.
“What?”

Mirnaa’s voice cracked — but remained steady.
“I saw you both kissing last night. Don’t think you have the certificate to advise me. I’m moving.”

Vikram didn’t move — shock rooting him. Swathi stood frozen — baby crying in her arms.

Suddenly — they looked like sinners.

She turned to Bharath.

“Drop me and Shiney at Shiney’s place.”
Shiney stared — horrified.

“Why do you need him? He’s the same as Vikram.”
Mirnaa shook her head.

“No. He at least honestly said it. No matter what the situation is… let’s move, akka.”
Vikram staggered to his feet — tears streaming — and ran after the Thar as it pulled away. 

He chased it barefoot — shouting her name down the street.

“Mirnaa! Mirnaa!”
The car didn’t stop.

Mirnaa bit her lip — tears falling silently.

She whispered to herself — so low only she could hear:
“I’m sorry… stay strong, Vikram.”

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 157 - Divorce Me Vikram !!!


Vikram didn’t stand idle.
He couldn’t.

The moment the Thar’s taillights disappeared down the street, something primal snapped inside him. 
He ran back inside — grabbed his keys, wallet, phone — and tore out of the house without a word to Swathi, who stood frozen in the doorway holding the crying baby. The servants had already left; the house felt hollow, echoing with the silence Mirnaa had left behind.

He drove like a man possessed — cutting through traffic, ignoring red lights, heart hammering against his ribs. Shiney’s address was burned into his memory from years ago. Thirty-eight minutes later — a trip that should have taken fifty — he skidded to a stop outside her modest apartment building in Anna Nagar West.

The black Thar was parked crookedly in the visitor slot.

Vikram’s hands shook as he killed the engine. 
He sat for three seconds — breathing hard — then stepped out and walked straight to the door.
He didn’t knock politely.

He pounded.

The door opened after the third strike.

Shiney stood there — face pale, eyes red from crying. Behind her, in the small living room, Mirnaa sat on the sofa — knees drawn up, staring at the floor. Bharath leaned against the wall — arms crossed, watching everything with a calm that made Vikram’s blood run cold.

“Mirnaa,” Vikram said — voice hoarse, breaking on her name. “Come home. Please.”

Mirnaa lifted her head slowly. Her eyes were dry now — no tears left. Just emptiness.

“Leave me alone,” she said quietly. 
“I don’t want to hear any excuses. 
You played me well.
You hid everything about you.”

Vikram took a step forward — Shiney moved to block him, but he didn’t push past.
“I can do anything for you,” he said — voice cracking. 
“Anything. Just come back.”

Mirnaa’s gaze sharpened — something cold flickering behind the emptiness.
“Okay,” she said. “Will you do anything for me?”
“Yes,” he answered instantly. “Yes.”
“Then divorce me.”

The room went still.
Im dont people fooling me.. i just want to live for myself.. whatever from here it should be my choice, i dot want any one to play me.
If im coming with you the image of my own husband orchestrating an affair, fooling around with other womens will harass me.. 

“I want to live free,” 
she continued — voice steady now, almost calm. 
“Not with cheaters. You even tricked me into sex with Bharath.”

Vikram flinched as if slapped.
“That’s not what I intended—”

“Stop,” she cut him off — sharp, final. 
“I will stay around here in Chennai. 
I need space. If you keep bothering me, I will run somewhere you cannot find me. 
I would do it if I’m determined.”

Shiney, Vikram, Bharath — everyone froze. This was not the Mirnaa they knew. 
The soft-spoken woman who cooked with love, who cried silently in the dark, who held his hand like it was a lifeline — she was gone. 
In her place stood someone bold, unyielding, almost unrecognizable.

Shiney stared at her — stunned. Is this why she wanted to work in a remote place? To disappear completely?
Vikram shook his head — desperate.
“I won’t leave this place. I won’t leave you.”

Mirnaa looked at him — eyes flat.
“If you don’t leave here, I would have to move away.”

She turned to Bharath — voice calm, deliberate.
“Can I stay at your place?”

Vikram’s face twisted — fury and fear colliding.
“Hey — please. Don’t go with him. I hate that idea.”

Mirnaa laughed — short, bitter, hollow.
“Oh, you hate it? Then I’m going with Bharath.”

Shiney stepped forward — voice trembling.
“Mirnaa… please. Let’s talk. Alone.”

Mirnaa shook her head.
“No more talking. I’ve heard enough truths for one day.”

She looked at Vikram one last time — eyes cold, final.
“Forget me. Give me divorce. I don’t want to be with you.”

Vikram’s knees buckled. He caught himself on the doorframe.
“You’re confused,” he whispered.
 “You’re in anger. I believe in our love.
I don’t know why I feel like I’m speaking to a whole new person.”
Mirnaa’s gaze didn’t waver.
“I too saw a whole new person today.”

Mirna then pointed at bharath and will you move or should i move in with bharath..
Vikram admitted he will move out.. 

An hour later. the door knocked. 

Swathi appeared in the doorway then — breathless, baby in her arms, eyes wide with panic.
 She had followed Vikram in her own car — terrified, confused.

“Mirnaa…” she started — voice shaking. “Please… don’t do this.”

Mirnaa looked at her — expression softening for the first time.
she looked around and made sure vikram was not here. 
She then said softly.. calm down

“I don’t have any grudge on you,” she said quietly. 
“I should apologize for being hard on you. 
I’m sorry. I just… hate him. But Things between us won’t work out again.”

Swathi’s eyes filled with tears.
“But… I’ll move out. I’ll go—”

Mirnaa shook her head.
Your staying has nothingto do with my decision.
“. Stay with him. I’m not telling you this in anger. I’m telling you truly. 
He is broken — like me. He needs someone. I have these people here. He doesn’t have anyone. Stick with him.”
Swathi stared — stunned.




Swathi stared — stunned, confused. Why is she worried about him when she hates him so much?

Mirnaa continued — voice steady, almost gentle.
This may shock you.. but i take this decision today strongly.. 

i have decided to follow my heart.

“I would never get back with him. I’m going to live with Bharath. I kind of like his sex.
I worried to admit all these days… with things happening this way, with no one truthful to no one, let me at least start living for myself, for my needs.”

Swathi felt a mix of disgust and confusion.. 
Mirna smiled, i know you may hate me for telling.. you need to slowly make him understand i prefer just sex.. he does outside for revenge, im gonig to continue with bharath for my satisfaction my pleasure. if this irritates him ask him to divorce me immediately. 


She looked at Swathi — calm, final.
“You can go now.”

Swathi stood frozen — baby crying softly in her arms. All these days she had thought she was modern, open-minded, progressive. But she saw a new version of Mirnaa — bold, unapologetic, almost unrecognizable. Additionally heartless.

The woman who once cooked with love, who cried silently, who held Vikram’s hand like it was a lifeline — was gone.

Even Bharath blinked — stunned. He hadn’t expected those words. Not so raw. Not so public.
Shiney felt awkward — cheeks flushing at the admission. She pulled Mirnaa aside after Swathi left, voice low.
“You said all these just to shut them, right?”

Mirnaa caught her hand — grip firm.
“I’m telling the truth. Don’t you hear Bharath's admission? I don’t love him. 
He doesn’t love me either. But we had a connection. We will start soon.”

She looked back at Bharath — eyes steady.

He stared at her — stunned, then slowly… satisfied. He felt like he didn’t need any more drama. Mirnaa was already in his control.

But what he didn’t know — what no one in that room knew — was the silent game Mirnaa had been orchestrating all along right now.

Shiney said i wont allow this.. i cant make you go this nasty. 

She asked then what you think my life will be?
Who will marry me?

I know bharath and he knows me, we had sex already, and im okay with this arrangement. 
I just need a room of yours for someday.. 
once i figure out a new place to stay i will move out.. 


Shiney said dont take decision in rush.. 
What ever you say is morally incorrect

Mirna said moral?

what was the deal between you and Bharath before coming to my house.. ?
Shiney was stunned... Mirna was never seen this sharp .. Shiney gulped her salaiva a moment 

[Mukul@99]

When I read your writing, the words go away and it's like I'm watching a movie. I forget that I'm reading.
I feel like I'm in the room with your characters. This is some very impressive writing—it feels proper.

[Muralimm]

No words to say I am spellbound if your narration man

This is really a wonderful Spence mind game show

For the first time mirna was playing a game with all powerful people for what
Too save her husband or something else

But she is strong