Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[aravindkkumar08]

Look like each episodes changing the scenario. Seems not a happy ending.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 164 – The Web Tightens - Aadharsh Falls in Trap but escaped

Vikram was buried in the consignment chaos that week — physically present at the warehouse, checking manifests, coordinating drivers, eyes scanning every shadow. The shipment from Shobi was high-value — electronics routed through multiple layers to mask the real cargo — and he couldn’t afford a single mistake. But even as he worked, his mind kept circling back to the same questions.

Why does James meet Mirnaa?
Why did James’ men block every lead I had on Aadharsh?

The doubt grew into certainty. But he was unsure about her connection with James..
But why?

The week felt endless — sleep snatched in snatches, coffee cold by the time he drank it. Swathi watched him silently  worry etched deeper every day — but she didn’t push. She knew he was chasing ghosts.



Meanwhile — in Bangalore — Bharath split his days.

Mornings and afternoons with Manya and Priya — patient, present, no demands.
Evenings — he flew back to Chennai, to Mirnaa.

Sex was still ferocious — still hungry — but now it was secondary.

Most nights they sat at the small dining table — documents spread out, coffee going cold — piecing together the trap.


They didn’t plant one snare — they planted five.

False leads to low-level officials. Whispered rumours to Aadharsh’s old rivals. Anonymous tips to Income Tax about unexplained cash flows. A doctored shipment manifest suggesting Aadharsh was double-crossing a major supplier in Mumbai. 

Each thread carefully woven — each one tightening the noose without Mirnaa or Bharath ever appearing in the light.

The real masterpiece was Shobi.

Bharath had fed Aadharsh the lie: “Vikram’s taking a big consignment from Shobi next week. I’m tipping the agencies — use your contacts.”

Aadharsh — arrogant, desperate to reclaim power — took the bait. He activated his own network — paid off a mid-level customs officer — expecting Vikram’s entire operation to collapse in one raid.

He never saw the counter-move.

Mirnaa had already leaked the same “tip” to Shobi’s people through James — but twisted.

“Aadharsh is coming for you. He’s still bitter about Noida. He’s planning to sabotage your next big alliance marriage — leak your old deals to the political family.”
Shobi — a gangster who never forgave — didn’t wait for proof.
The consignment date arrived.

Vikram was on-site — tense, watching every truck — when Shobi called.
“Leakage,” Shobi said — voice ice-cold. “Someone tipped the agencies. 
Aadharsh’s fingerprints are all over it.”

Vikram froze.


He diverted the consignment at the last minute — rerouted through a trusted alternate route — and barely escaped a raid that never came.

Shobi didn’t waste time.


He mobilized his gang — twenty armed men — descended on Aadharsh’s last known safehouse on the outskirts of Chennai.

Bullets tore through the night.

Aadharsh’s men fought back , smarter, better trained , but outnumbered. They escaped , barely ,leaving blood and broken glass behind.

Aadharsh — shaken — retreated deeper into hiding.

That same night — one of his closest allies whispered the findings.

Im ont sure, but everything leads to Bharath… and Vikram’s wife.”
Aadharsh’s eyes turned black with rage.
What ?

The ally said, Shobi was tipped by a person James, he is an ex cop and detective, we cant reach him but he had been constantly in touch with Mirna, VIkram’s wife
She was separated and living with bharath right?


Ally said who knows may be they are orchestrating a drama and working together.


Aadahrsh realised there is no way the leak can happen.. 


Ally informed, not just that we are now searched by all our enemies, everything was fed by James. 


Shit he said..
“Find them,” he ordered. “Teach them a lesson.”


Meanwhile  Vikram sat in his study  lights off 
 CCTV footage playing on loop from the opposite shop.
The man in safari suit — James — meeting Mirnaa repeatedly.
Conversations he couldn’t hear — but body language he could read.



She wasn’t afraid of James.
She trusted him.


And every time Vikram’s men got close to Aadharsh — James appeared in the frame.
The realization hit like a punch.


He displayed all  collected bits and pieces — discreet enquiries through old contacts, cross-referencing timestamps from the opposite shop CCTV.


He analysed and found the thing…  The pattern was clear: whenever his team got close to Aadharsh’s location, something — or someone — diverted them. False tips. Sudden roadblocks. Leaked decoy addresses. And James’ name kept surfacing — always one step ahead.


His head spin, he recollected everything, she might have known his past already, the past does not matter to her, she needs a reason to split from me, but in the shadows, she doesnt want me to do anything.. 


He phoned Mohan, and said anna, i have new findings.. Just tell me once.. Mirnaa knows my past already right.. And I know the James detective was hired by you..  You had transferred the fund as a donation to him.. 


Dont lie to me.. Please tell me the truth.

Mohan finally sadi.. Yes Mirnaa wanted to protect you. She is going behind Aadharsh.. She doesnt want to get your hand dirty.. This is my guess from whatever she said to me.. Even i dont know fully story..  This is what i got hint frm James. He is my old friend.. 

Thanks anna atleast you said it now.. 
He connected all the dots.. 

She been shielding me from Aadharsh.
She’s been protecting me.

All these months — blocking him from Aadharsh — not because she hated him… but because she didn’t want his hands dirty again.

She wanted him out of the business — clean — normal.
But then why Bharath?
Why the sex?

Why the cold dismissal?
He didn’t understand.

But he knew one thing.
He had to meet Shiney.
He drove to her apartment — heart pounding — mind racing.


Meanwhile, Bharath has been tipped by his informer, James, to text her.. Aadahrsh smells, be safe. Bharath is sure they cant enter inside t he apartment.. So many VIP’s here ,entering in is a risk..

But he knows they could target all the friends and family and the worst part. Off late Mirna’s car was shiny.

They immediately called and asked shiny to get to their apartment or at least leave the car here. 

She asked for a reason and they said its a bigger issue. Come here we will tell..
She said she will take some clothes from the house and will arrive later.. 


Bharath urged not to do that.. Trust them and come here.. But shiny didnt listen.. 
She drove the car to her house. 


20 Mins later. 
Vikram approached the building — he saw the car parked in the portico but lights still on...

Three men — masked — dragging Shiney toward a black van.
She was fighting — kicking — screaming.


Vikram floored the accelerator — tires screeching — but the van was already moving.
He chased — horn blaring — but they vanished into traffic.

He slammed the brakes — fists on the wheel — breathing hard.
They had her.

And he had missed them.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 165 – The Trap & The Chase


Aadharsh sat in the dim back room of an old godown on the city outskirts cigarette smoke curling around his face like a noose. His closest ally stood before him — head bowed — delivering the report.

“They took the wrong woman,” the man said quietly.
“It’s not Mirnaa. It’s her friend — Shiney.”

Aadharsh exhaled a long plume of smoke — eyes narrowing.
Silence stretched — heavy, dangerous.

Then — unexpectedly — he laughed. Low. Cold.
“Okay,” he said. “It’s okay.”

The ally looked up — confused.
Aadharsh crushed the cigarette under his boot.

“Mirnaa and Bharath will come for her. 
They have to. She’s too close to them. Do one thing — I don’t wish to see their faces.”
He leaned forward — voice dropping to a whisper.

“Take her to the abandoned mill. Tie her in the yard part — the old loading bay. When the two reach there to take her away… make sure you pull the string. Let the whole structure collapse on them. 

The ally nodded — already moving.
Aadharsh leaned back — eyes glinting.

“Let them come.”

Meanwhile — Vikram was tearing through his network like a man possessed.

He sat in his car — parked in a dark alley near Shiney’s apartment — phone pressed to his ear, calling every contact he had left. 
Old drivers. Warehouse guards. Even street-level informants who owed him favors.

Nothing.
No trace of the van. No license plate. No witnesses willing to talk.

His hands shook — rage and fear twisting inside him.
Then — his phone buzzed.

Shobi.
Vikram answered — voice tight.
“Tell me you have something.”

Shobi’s voice was calm — too calm.
“I do. Your some one named James had tipped us about Aadharsh’s plan. 
Vikram’s breath caught.

“James… what?”
His mind quickly connected “She wanted Shobi and Aadharsh to have a face-off,” 

Shobi continued. “i will bring him down. In that way — you stay safe forever.”
Vikram stared at the dashboard — world tilting.


Mirnaa…
He whispered — almost to himself.

“I know it. You love me so much…”

He ended the call — hands trembling — tears burning behind his eyes.
He dialed Swathi.

She answered on the first ring — voice worried.
“Vikram? Where are you?”

He spoke — voice breaking.
“I found out. All of it. Mirnaa… she’s been protecting me. Blocking every move against Aadharsh. Using James to feed false leads. 

Tipping Shobi so he’d hit Aadharsh. She wanted him gone — without me getting my hands dirty. 
She wanted me out of the business. Clean. Normal.”

Swathi was silent for a long moment.
“Then why… Bharath?”

Vikram’s voice cracked.
“I don’t know. Maybe she needed him — ex-cop, connections. Maybe he’s helping her like a hero. Or maybe… maybe he’s trying to take her forever.”

Swathi’s voice hardened — protective.
“Then fight for it.”

Vikram wiped his eyes — jaw setting.
“I’m going to.”

His phone buzzed again — text from one of his men.
Mirnaa and Bharath on the way to a location to get Shiney. Coordinates attached. The yard is a trap — if you stay there more than 10 mins, it could collapse.

Vikram stared at the screen — heart slamming.
He looked at Swathi’s name on the call log — whispered:

“This time… I’ll recover Shiney.”


He threw the car into gear — tires screeching — engine roaring as he tore through the city streets.

I will be the hero she needs. i will prove my love.. Its my Game, i wont let bharath win this time..

[heygiwriter]

PRESENT DAY 
CONNECTED TO CHAPTER 1:

CHAPTER 166 - THE PULL 

Vikram knew the stakes. Every time he had pulled a string in this long game, Bharath had somehow scored ahead. This time he could not afford to lose.


The highway shimmered under the bright midday sun, heat rippling off the asphalt. Vikram’s sedan tailed the Thar Jeep at a careful distance for ten long minutes, engine steady, staying just out of easy sight.


Inside the Jeep, Bharath’s eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror. His jaw clenched. “Looks like it’s Vikram.”


Mirna twisted in her seat, looking back through the glass. Her face paled as she recognized the sedan closing in. “How does he know we’re going here? How did he follow us?”


The question hung there, heavy with sudden realization—they had been unaware until that very moment.


The instant her gaze locked on his car, Vikram felt the shift. He knew she knew.


He accelerated hard.


The sedan surged forward. He could have signaled, flashed lights, forced them to pull over. But that was never going to settle this.


He mimicked the hit.


The front bumper came close—dangerously close—to the Thar’s rear, a feint so sharp and sudden that Bharath instinctively slammed the brakes. Tires screeched. The Jeep lurched to a stop on the shoulder, dust kicking up in a thick cloud.


Vikram didn’t slow. He cut past, drifted the sedan in a tight arc that smashed through the rusted chain-link gate of the abandoned mill. The car spun once and stopped in the shadowed yard, engine still growling.


Vikram threw the door open and ran into the mill block—boots pounding cracked concrete. 


The air inside was thick with rust and old machinery. He found Shiny, he used a sharp knife it cutted the rope in go. One firm yank and the rope gave way. He dragged them toward the exit. Shiney about to speak something, he said no time, the structure could collapse, he dragged her..



Two figures stepped from the shadows—enemies... A wooden bat swung fast. It connected solidly with the side of Vikram’s head. 


Pain flared sharp and bright. He staggered, knees buckling, collapsing to the ground as blood trickled warm from a gash above his ear.



He still managed to shove the bound Shiney toward the sedan. “Go!”



Shiney scrambled inside. Engine roared. Gravel spat as the car tore away.



Vikram remained on his knees, vision blurring at the edges. Footsteps approached.



Then her voice cut through the dust and chaos.
“Vikram!”


The Thar—having recovered from the feint—skidded to a halt at the broken gate. 


Passenger door flew open. Mirna leapt out—saree fluttering in the hot wind—and ran toward him, bare feet slapping the dirt, face pale with raw fear.



Bharath was out an instant later. He lunged forward, thick arm hooking around Mirna’s waist and yanking her back hard against his chest. 


His hand clamped down on her hip—firm, protective—lifting her slightly off the ground to shield her body with his own, keeping her clear of the approaching rowdies who might turn on her next. She gasped once, sharp and startled. 


His other palm pressed over her mouth, muffling any sound that could draw their attention.


Through the haze of pain, Vikram watched. Bharath’s lips moved close to Mirna’s ear—whispering something low, urgent. Her body jerked once in his grip, a small, helpless shudder.

Bharath just said, in her ears, dont go there, could be trap more mens incoming.. it will make it difficult for me to rescue Vikram.



Vikram’s mouth curved into a slow, bloody smile.
He was ahead in the game now.
His vision tunneled. Darkness crept in.



Then—an explosion tore through the old mill building behind him. A deep, rolling boom shook the ground, flames bursting suddenly into the bright sky.


Mirna’s muffled cry broke free—“Vikram!”—raw, desperate, piercing.


His eyes snapped open again.



Mirna was still pinned against Bharath’s chest, his massive arm locked around her waist. In the sudden chaos of the explosion, his one hand had shifted higher—pressed firmly along the side of her breast, fingers splayed wide in that same protective hold, body shielding hers from the heat and falling debris. 


His other hand had drawn a pistol, arm extended, barrel aimed steady at the rowdies still advancing through the smoke.



Then the sedan—the one Vikram had freed—screeched back into the yard. Shiney inside leaned across, flung the passenger door open, and shouted at Mirna to get in.




Mirna’s eyes stayed locked on Vikram—wide, fixed, full of fear and something unspoken.


Bharath’s gaze flicked between the approaching rowdies and the waiting car. He released her in one swift motion, his arm loosening. With a firm push, he guided her toward the open door. 


Mirna stumbled forward, scrambling inside. The door slammed shut. The engine revved hard. The car peeled out again, carrying her away to safety.



Bharath lowered the pistol slowly, eyes turning back to Vikram.


Vikram smiled again—faint, bloody, triumphant.
I win.


It’s my fucking game.

His eyes dropped shut once more as the darkness finally took him.

/// This is from here the entire story started..and we finally reached the point here :)

[heygiwriter]

Your words have such incredible depth and emotion; I felt every moment. The dialogues were sharp, natural, and perfectly paced. This is exceptionally polished.

Thanks (y)

[heygiwriter]

Nice story. Super Narration

thanks

[Muralimm]

More anxite each update

Please complete the story as soon as possible

It running in my mind
Mrina is no more inosent any more

What next in their life

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 167– The Collapse & The Awakening


The abandoned mill was a skeleton of rust and concrete 
When Bharath arrived — minutes later — the yard was already a tomb of dust and twisted steel.

He came with backup: four of his trusted men — ex-cops, armed, silent. They moved fast — weapons drawn — scanning for threats. Aadharsh’s henchmen were still there — dazed, bleeding, trying to regroup. Bharath didn’t hesitate. Three precise shots — clean, professional — dropped the last three standing. The rest fled or lay still.


He stepped over rubble 
Bharath knelt — checked Vikram’s pulse — steady but weak.

“Call the ambulance,” he barked. “Now.”
One of his men was already on the phone.


Meanwhile — Shobi received the update from his own network.

Aadharsh’s men had grabbed the wrong woman. 
But the tip had come from James — and James worked for Mirnaa. 
Shobi pieced it together fast: Mirnaa had , the informer told hiim full story, the informer and James had been close ally for a long, he naturally spilled all to Sobhi .

At first Shobi was furious. how Mirnaa tried to use him as a tool to revenge Aadarsh.. But he was surprised to see how far a women gone to protect her husband... 


He sat in his office — staring at a photo of his family  ,the photo told a different stories, his three sisters cared only for his money..
When there are his own family who fight for assets, here is a women who fought for her husband..
wont i get such a women as my sister. for her effort he decided to consider her as a sister and help her.. 
Even if not for her scheme, he should have give an exit for Aadharsh. 

Now delay doesnt matter, because it had a reason along.. he is going to do it for a sister. 

He leaned forward — voice hard in the intercom to his manager. 
“Send men. Protect her. Protect Bharath. If Aadharsh comes for them — end him.”

Aadharsh — meanwhile — was already gone.

The moment the mill raid failed, he fled — deeper into hiding — switching phones, cars, safehouses. His network was fractured — Shobi’s gang hunting him, Bharath’s men closing in — and he knew the game had turned.

He vanished, leaving only smoke and fear behind.

Back at the mill, the ambulance siren screamed through the night, shrill, relentless, slicing the dust-filled air.


Paramedics rushed in — white coats flashing under emergency lights, lifting Vikram onto the stretcher. Pain exploded white-hot across his temple as they moved him. Blood trickled warm down his face — coppery taste on his tongue.

He forced his eyes open — just a crack.

The world tilted and swam. Red-blue lights. Rough hands strapping him down. Voices overlapping — clipped, urgent.
“BP dropping — get the line in—”
“Head trauma — possible concussion—”

And then — slicing through the chaos like a knife — Bharath’s voice. Calm. Too calm. Speaking into a phone, close enough that Vikram could hear every word.

“Mirnaa… he’s all good. He’s fine. Don’t — please don’t come out now. He escaped. It’s unsafe.”
A pause. Bharath’s tone softened — almost soothing.

“What? Wait — Shiney? She’s the person who got you into trouble.”

The siren stretched — endless — hours compressed into a single wail. Then — abruptly — silence. Only the screeching wheels of the stretcher remained — metal grinding against metal as they rushed him down a corridor.

A doctor’s voice — authoritative, clipped:
“FIR to come. Get the team ready.”

Some time later…

A hand touched his — soft, trembling, achingly familiar.
He knew it instantly.

The hand that once pulled him back to this world.
Mirnaa.

He heard her voice — sobbing, broken.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered — tears wetting his knuckles. “I should have accepted you for what you are… I’m sorry. Please… please come back. I truly love you. Please wake up.”

Another voice — Shiney’s — gentle but firm:
“Mirnaa — control yourself. He’s a patient. Here — I’ll speak with the doctor. We’ll start the procedures soon.”

Mirnaa’s sobs grew louder.
“Please stop it, Shiney… I did exactly like how you said… you wanted me to stay away… now see how he is…”

“When did I say that, Mirnaa?” Shiney replied — voice sharp with guilt. “You wanted to stay away — so I told you to keep him away. Now you blame me…”

Mirnaa cried harder — shoulders shaking.
Heavy footsteps approached — measured, powerful — shoes on tile.

Bharath’s voice — closer now — edged with something Vikram couldn’t place.
“Mirna—”

Doctors’ orders drowned him out — monitors beeping faster — voices overlapping — urgent, professional. Vikram strained — ears searching desperately for her — for Mirnaa — but the noise swallowed everything.
Darkness rolled in again — thick, suffocating.

Then — Bharath’s voice again — low, urgent.

“Mirnaa — come with me. It’s not safe. Aadharsh escaped.”

Shiney stepped forward — voice steady.
“I heard the stories. The risks she took for Vikram. I’ll stay here. I’ll take care of him.”

Mirnaa hesitated , eyes red , then nodded once.
She leaned down ,kissed Vikram’s forehead , soft, lingering  and whispered: I love you , i wont leave you..

Bharath didnt let her finish, he dragged her.
Then — she was gone.

Swathi arrived minutes later breathless, eyes wide , she was informed by Mirnaa. 
saw Mirnaa already leaving with Bharath. 


She rushed to Shiney — heard the full story — the collapse — the rescue — the trap.

She asked — voice shaking: how is he?

“Don’t panic.”

She took Swathi to ICU where VIkram was admitted.
Then — clear, steady — cutting through the haze:

“Wake up, Vikram. It’s time to come out. We have big battles to fight. We have to do it for your people… for Krish…”

Nurse asked her to wait outside.. 

She looked around — realized both were admitted in the same hospital — Vikram in ICU, Krish still in coma on the third floor.

30 Mins later.

The doctor stepped out of the ICU — removing his gloves — as Swathi rushed toward him, face pale with fear.

“There’s no need to panic,” he said gently. “Vikram’s CT scan is clear — no internal bleeding, no skull fracture, no swelling. It’s a mild concussion caused by the blow to his head. His blood pressure dropped because he hadn’t eaten properly and was already exhausted. We’ve started IV fluids, and his vitals are stable now. He’s unconscious due to the impact and shock, but there’s nothing life-threatening. We’ll keep him under observation for the next 24 to 48 hours. 

He just needs rest. He should wake up soon.”

Minutes later — a nurse approached Swathi.
“The one in the bed — your husband, right?”

Swathi shook her head.
“No. Not this person. One in the third floor — yeah, he is my husband. What happened?”

Nurse smiled — gentle.
“He woke up. He opens his eyes.”

Swathi’s heart leapt — overjoyed — tears spilling as she ran toward the third floor.

[Muralimm]

Krish is back now what about mrina

[Rocky@handsome]

I have been deeply analyzing the current plot, and there are a few things that are becoming increasingly difficult to digest.
I can understand Mirnaa’s strategy—she is openly engaging in and appearing to enjoy the physical intimacy with Bharat solely to keep him completely under her control and to ensure he never suspects her true motives. Her ultimate goal is to use him to destroy Aadarsh and secure Vikram’s future, which is a calculated move.

However, what is truly disturbing and feels completely unforgivable is Mirnaa’s state of mind when she is alone. Even in her private moments of solitude, she doesn't seem to feel a single ounce of guilt or remorse for what she is doing to Vikram. It’s one thing to perform a 'duty' to trick Bharat, but the fact that her conscience remains untroubled afterward is what I find most unacceptable—this absence of mirnaa's conscience feels almost unforgivable.


Furthermore, it’s frustrating to see Bharat facing no real or serious consequences. From my perspective, he seems to be 'winning' on all fronts—having a physical relationship with Mirnaa and enjoying sex with Mirnaa exactly the way he wanted, having betrayed his best friend Rishi with Malini, and now, with Mirnaa’s guidance, even getting closer to his wife, Manya. It feels as though he is being rewarded for his sins rather than suffering for them.

Meanwhile, Vikram—whose love is the most selfless and pure—is the only one truly suffering.— this shift in story feels like a grave injustice to Vikram.

Despite my current frustration with the characters, I want to commend you for your brilliant storytelling. You have a way of making us feel every emotion so intensely. I have complete faith in your vision as an author; I am sure you have planned a path toward true justice and that Bharat will eventually face the severe consequences he deserves for his actions. I eagerly look forward to seeing how the scales of karma will finally balance out!


Regards
Rocky ❤️

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 168 – The Apartment sex & The Drive

The apartment was quiet after the storm — only the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant city traffic breaking the silence. Bharath and Mirnaa lay tangled in the sheets she is in night wear and he is in shorts.


Unknown to Vikram — and even to Bharath himself — Shobi’s men had already taken up positions. Two discreet teams: one in a black SUV parked across the street, another blending into the gated community’s security detail. The apartment complex was premium — full of political VIPs and business tycoons — entry tightly controlled, no suspicious vehicles allowed past the boom barrier. Shobi’s orders were simple: protect the woman who had saved him from Aadharsh. Protect her man. If anyone came for them — end it.


Bharath relied on his own men too — two stationed at the lobby, two more on the floor below — but the gated community itself was a fortress. No one would get in without raising alarms.

He propped himself on one elbow — looking down at her. 
“You promised,” he said softly. “You said you’d never go back to him.”


But what happen today? he got hurt you are near him? want to stay with him?


Mirnaa didn’t answer immediately. She stared at the ceiling — chest rising and falling slowly.
Then — without a word — she rolled toward him — pushed the sheet away — and made herself fully nude 

She said i will give you sex as promised. You should also understand my feeling.

She lay back — legs slightly parted — eyes on his.
Bharath hesitated — searching her face.
She didn’t speak — just waited.


He moved over her — entered her slowly — missionary — deep — their bodies fitting together like they had a hundred times before. He kissed her neck — her jaw — whispering her name. But something was wrong.

She didn’t move with him.

No arch of her back. No tightening of her thighs. No moan. Her hands rested limp at her sides. She let him — but she didn’t participate. Her eyes stayed open — distant — fixed on some point above his shoulder.

Bharath felt it like a punch to the chest.
He slowed — then stopped — still inside her — breathing hard.

“Mirnaa…”

He pulled out gently — rolled to the side — lay facing her.
She didn’t move — just stared upward.

He swallowed — voice rough with emotion.
“Sex is important to me,” he said quietly. 
“But I don’t want it this way. 
He started speaking as he was realised something...
I’m not such a heartless man.”

Mirnaa turned her head  looked at him eyes glistening.
“If not for this… why didn’t you let me stay at the hospital? 
Why did you drag me away?”

Bharath exhaled — heavy — hurt.
“It’s not for sex. It’s for safety. 
Aadharsh is mad now. 

Unlike Vikram — who’s a patient . and Shiney , a doctor in the same place… it’s unsafe for us there. 
His target is us. You and me.

I don’t want to risk it until I find him. That’s why I dragged you here.”

Mirnaa’s expression cracked .. tears slipping free.

She reached out — wrapped her arms around his neck — pulled him close — whispered against his ear:
“Fuck me.”


Bharath searched her eyes — saw the storm inside.
He kissed her — slow — deep — then moved over her again.
Missionary once more intimate — faces close.

He entered her careful this time watching her face. She cooperated  just a little  legs wrapping loosely around him  hips lifting to meet his — but it was fragile, hesitant. He moved — steady — deep — hands cradling her head — kissing her between thrusts.
When he came — it was heavy — inside her — hips pressing hard — a low groan against her neck.

She held him — arms tight — tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
Then — softly — she spoke against his ear.

“Now… take me to the hospital.
I promise you… I will come back to you.”

Bharath froze — still buried inside her.
He pulled back — looked at her — eyes wide with hurt and disbelief.


He slapped her open palm — not hard — but sharp enough to sting.

“Shit, Mirnaa… do you think I’m inhuman?”

His voice cracked — raw.
You didnt trust me right? 
Okay fine.. 
“If this is what you want… let’s go.”

He pulled out — rolled off the bed — started dressing — movements jerky, angry.
Mirnaa sat up — sheet falling to her waist — tears streaming.
She didn’t argue.
She dressed quickly, no makeup .

They left the apartment — Bharath alerting his men on the way down.
“Two more to the hospital. Full perimeter watch. No one gets close.”


The night drive was silent — Bharath’s knuckles white on the wheel — Mirnaa staring out the window — tears drying on her cheeks.

When they reached the hospital — Bharath parked — turned to her.
“You promised,” he said — voice low, broken. “You’ll come back.”

Mirnaa looked at him — eyes soft — aching.
“I will.”



She leaned over — kissed him — brief — tender — tasting of salt and goodbye.
Then — she was gone — disappearing through the sliding doors.

Bharath sat in the car — head bowed — hands shaking.
He didn’t drive away.

and he very well knew, Mirnaa wont come back, 
he just smiled to himself, let her live the life peacefully with Vikram once he is recovered. 

For now my duty is to protect her. 
He stayed — watching the entrance — guarding her from the shadows.

[heygiwriter]

I have been deeply analyzing the current plot, and there are a few things that are becoming increasingly difficult to digest.
I can understand Mirnaa’s strategy—she is openly engaging in and appearing to enjoy the physical intimacy with Bharat solely to keep him completely under her control and to ensure he never suspects her true motives. Her ultimate goal is to use him to destroy Aadarsh and secure Vikram’s future, which is a calculated move.

However, what is truly disturbing and feels completely unforgivable is Mirnaa’s state of mind when she is alone. Even in her private moments of solitude, she doesn't seem to feel a single ounce of guilt or remorse for what she is doing to Vikram. It’s one thing to perform a 'duty' to trick Bharat, but the fact that her conscience remains untroubled afterward is what I find most unacceptable—this absence of mirnaa's conscience feels almost unforgivable.


Furthermore, it’s frustrating to see Bharat facing no real or serious consequences. From my perspective, he seems to be 'winning' on all fronts—having a physical relationship with Mirnaa and enjoying sex with Mirnaa exactly the way he wanted, having betrayed his best friend Rishi with Malini, and now, with Mirnaa’s guidance, even getting closer to his wife, Manya. It feels as though he is being rewarded for his sins rather than suffering for them.

Meanwhile, Vikram—whose love is the most selfless and pure—is the only one truly suffering.— this shift in story feels like a grave injustice to Vikram.

Despite my current frustration with the characters, I want to commend you for your brilliant storytelling. You have a way of making us feel every emotion so intensely. I have complete faith in your vision as an author; I am sure you have planned a path toward true justice and that Bharat will eventually face the severe consequences he deserves for his actions. I eagerly look forward to seeing how the scales of karma will finally balance out!


Regards
Rocky ❤️

Its a complex one. .

Mirna decided to leave Vikram for good, she is living for herself, but more importantly she wanted a strong ally to defeat Aadharsh. only Bharath could give and the best she can give Bharath is sex. Because she know Bharath only wanted t hat from her.. he even risked being a double agent just for a pleasure from her.. 


She doesn't have conscience because she sincerely believes Vikram will move on, hater her and start a fresh life, she dont have idea that Vikram knows the truth now, krish is awake and Swathi Vikram has no relation except the sex. 



If Aadharsh doesn't come int picture.. She might have left Vikram already and settled herself into some remote village as nurse. 





For Bharath 

He may look winning ... But he lost a lot things.. his defeat is in other ways.. 

1. He lost a true friend Rishi who helped at his all odds, planned his scheme etc. etc. 
2. His marital life is done already, the second marriage, its even troublesome, his own wife, the one he loved for years, has been scheming behind him.. and when that comes to light, what else could be a punishment for him 

In simple word, he lost his friend, he lost his wife mentally physically emotionally, the wife happened to be his only. And all because of this. 


Vikram may seem losing 

But everything mirnaa does is for him, to protect him, to treasure him.. 
She risked herself to protect him

While for Bharath, Manya does everything to destory bharath, first she recovered all asset, then she denied sex, worst of all she colloborated with another man to betray Bhrath..

[Muralimm]

Really it's like a wonderful webseries man

Wonderful

Waiting for payoffs to each character

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 169 The Vigil & The Call


As soon as Mirnaa stepped through the hospital doors, the night nurse on duty looked up from her station recognition flashing across her face.

“He’s stable,” the nurse said quickly, voice low and reassuring. “Just unconscious. We gave him a mild sedative drip to help him rest the concussion and shock were severe, but the CT is clear. No bleeding, no fracture. Vitals are strong. He should wake up soon.”


Mirnaa nodded numb barely hearing the words. She thanked the nurse mechanically and walked down the corridor legs heavy heart pounding. She searched for Swathi first scanning every waiting area, every nurse station but Swathi was nowhere.

She pushed open the door to Vikram’s ICU room.

The lights were dimmed only the soft blue glow of monitors and a single bedside lamp. Vikram lay still IV line in his arm, bandage wrapped around his head, face pale under the bruises. Machines beeped steadily a quiet, mechanical heartbeat.
Mirnaa pulled the stool close sat reached for his hand.

His fingers were warm too warm but limp.
She caught his hand in both of hers pressed it to her cheek tears already falling.

“I came,” she whispered voice cracking. “I came back for you… wake up soon.”
She cried there silently at first then harder shoulders shaking forehead resting on their joined hands. Exhaustion finally took her. She fell asleep like that still holding him head bowed over the bed rail.

Vikram felt it even in the fog.
Her hand in his.
Her tears on his skin.

The memories came in fragments backward and forward like a broken reel.

Years ago a medical camp in a dusty village he had been beaten badly ribs cracked blood in his mouth left for dead. Mirnaa had found him sat beside him the entire night holding his hand whispering he would be okay. She had slept like this then too head on the edge of the cot refusing to leave.

Now the same hand.
The same warmth.

He opened his eyes slowly world blurry, head throbbing.
The room swam into focus.

Mirnaa asleep still clutching his hand.
He stared at her chest tight love and pain colliding.

The AC was on cold air blowing across her bare arms. She shivered slightly.

Vikram moved carefully wincing at the pull of stitches reached for the bedsheet pulled it over her shoulders tucked it gently around her.
Then he closed his eyes again pretending to sleep.

Morning came.
Swathi was there when Mirnaa woke sitting quietly in the corner chair watching them both.
Mirnaa thought Swathi had covered her didn’t question it.

The doctor arrived checked monitors shone a light in Vikram’s eyes asked questions to Swathi and Mirnaa.
“Vitals stable. Concussion symptoms are improving. He should wake up today or tomorrow.”
He asked them to wait outside for a full examination.

Vikram hearing everything panicked.
If she knew he was conscious she might leave. Run back to Bharath. Disappear again.
He whispered to the doctor voice hoarse, weak:

“Please… tell them I’m still unconscious.”
The doctor looked surprised then nodded once understanding more than he let on.
The lie held.

For the next 48 hours Vikram played unconscious.
He listened eyes closed to everything.

Swathi moving between rooms tending to Vikram and Krish on the third floor. Mirnaa staying almost constantly bringing coffee, adjusting his blanket, whispering apologies when she thought no one heard.

She did everything sat with him for hours read to him from an old book held his hand cried when she thought he couldn’t hear.
Vikram listened heart breaking realizing the truth.

She had never stopped loving him.
She had only tried to save him from himself from Aadharsh from the darkness.
But why Bharath?
Why the sex?
Why the distance?
He didn’t know.

Shobi’s guards meanwhile had quietly dismantled their watch. No threats materialized. The gated community remained secure no suspicious men entered. They pulled back satisfied their “sister” was safe.

On the third morning the doctor stepped into the room looked at Vikram and decided to announce he is awake..

Mirnaa before she could get in the ICU room, her phone rang.
Unknown number.
Video call.

She answered hands shaking.
The screen showed Bharath tied to a chair rope biting into his wrists mouth gagged blood on his lip.
Aadharsh’s face appeared cold smile voice calm.

“Welcome, madam. You haven’t seen me, but I’ve heard about you. Great schemer, huh? Your live in partner is with me now. If you want to save him… just follow the address.”

The screen showed coordinates an industrial yard on the city edge.
The call ended.

Mirnaa panicked breath catching.
She realized Bharath had been right all along.
It was unsafe.

She turned ran to Shiney got her car keys voice shaking.
“I have to go.”

She started driving maps guiding her heart pounding.
She didn’t look back.

[Muralimm]

Man why you give heart attack every end

[Rocky@handsome]

Its a complex one. .

Mirna decided to leave Vikram for good, she is living for herself, but more importantly she wanted a strong ally to defeat Aadharsh. only Bharath could give and the best she can give Bharath is sex. Because she know Bharath only wanted t hat from her.. he even risked being a double agent just for a pleasure from her.. 


She doesn't have conscience because she sincerely believes Vikram will move on, hater her and start a fresh life, she dont have idea that Vikram knows the truth now, krish is awake and Swathi Vikram has no relation except the sex. 



If Aadharsh doesn't come int picture.. She might have left Vikram already and settled herself into some remote village as nurse. 





For Bharath 

He may look winning ... But he lost a lot things.. his defeat is in other ways.. 

1. He lost a true friend Rishi who helped at his all odds, planned his scheme etc. etc. 
2. His marital life is done already, the second marriage, its even troublesome, his own wife, the one he loved for years, has been scheming behind him.. and when that comes to light, what else could be a punishment for him 

In simple word, he lost his friend, he lost his wife mentally physically emotionally, the wife happened to be his only. And all because of this. 


Vikram may seem losing 

But everything mirnaa does is for him, to protect him, to treasure him.. 
She risked herself to protect him

While for Bharath, Manya does everything to destory bharath, first she recovered all asset, then she denied sex, worst of all she colloborated with another man to betray Bhrath..

I understand your point to some extent, but I’m still not fully convinced by the explanation. To me, the emotional weight of what Vikram is enduring needs a much deeper resolution.

Is it not the only path forward for Mirnaa to offer a sincere, heartfelt apology to Vikram for the immense pain she has caused? She must not only seek his forgiveness but truly ache for it, understanding that her past choices have left his spirit shattered. 

It is time for an unbreakable vow: a promise that she will remain loyal to Vikram forever and never again return to Bharat. She is fully aware that every time she chooses Bharat, or gives herself to him, Vikram doesn’t just feel heartbreak—his very soul bleeds. Vikram knows the depth of Bharat’s malice, and for Mirnaa to continue drifting back to such an evil influence is a cruelty no one should endure. 

It is fundamentally unfair for Vikram to be discarded and reclaimed at whim, as if his devotion were a revolving door.

To truly heal the wounds she has inflicted to vikram, Mirnaa must now become a sanctuary for Vikram’s heart. She must offer him a devotion so absolute that it mends his broken spirit, proving through her every action that he is—and will always be—her only choice.

Regards
Rocky ❤️

[heygiwriter]

I understand your point to some extent, but I’m still not fully convinced by the explanation. To me, the emotional weight of what Vikram is enduring needs a much deeper resolution.

Is it not the only path forward for Mirnaa to offer a sincere, heartfelt apology to Vikram for the immense pain she has caused? She must not only seek his forgiveness but truly ache for it, understanding that her past choices have left his spirit shattered. 

It is time for an unbreakable vow: a promise that she will remain loyal to Vikram forever and never again return to Bharat. She is fully aware that every time she chooses Bharat, or gives herself to him, Vikram doesn’t just feel heartbreak—his very soul bleeds. Vikram knows the depth of Bharat’s malice, and for Mirnaa to continue drifting back to such an evil influence is a cruelty no one should endure. 

It is fundamentally unfair for Vikram to be discarded and reclaimed at whim, as if his devotion were a revolving door.

To truly heal the wounds she has inflicted, Mirnaa must now become a sanctuary for Vikram’s heart. She must offer him a devotion so absolute that it mends his broken spirit, proving through her every action that he is—and will always be—her only choice.

Regards
Rocky ❤️

Its fair point, but its not that way ..when i started the story my intention was to make the couple go open relationship.. its because of the character dimensions keep changing.. i started limiting that don't navgiate to open. From innocent pure, to understanding and open. that was the original goal.

[sunilserene]

Anna y r u killing slowly with emotions please kill at once.
My goddddddd
My little heart and mind can't uphold these many emotions and twistssss.
Foot salam annaaaa

[Muralimm]

I understand your point to some extent, but I’m still not fully convinced by the explanation. To me, the emotional weight of what Vikram is enduring needs a much deeper resolution.

Is it not the only path forward for Mirnaa to offer a sincere, heartfelt apology to Vikram for the immense pain she has caused? She must not only seek his forgiveness but truly ache for it, understanding that her past choices have left his spirit shattered. 

It is time for an unbreakable vow: a promise that she will remain loyal to Vikram forever and never again return to Bharat. She is fully aware that every time she chooses Bharat, or gives herself to him, Vikram doesn’t just feel heartbreak—his very soul bleeds. Vikram knows the depth of Bharat’s malice, and for Mirnaa to continue drifting back to such an evil influence is a cruelty no one should endure. 

It is fundamentally unfair for Vikram to be discarded and reclaimed at whim, as if his devotion were a revolving door.

To truly heal the wounds she has inflicted, Mirnaa must now become a sanctuary for Vikram’s heart. She must offer him a devotion so absolute that it mends his broken spirit, proving through her every action that he is—and will always be—her only choice.

Regards
Rocky ❤️

In my opinion mrina was fixed her mind she  committed sin her marriage so she decided she has to leave
Vikram on her guilt
She is fixed her mind  her love for Vikram to lead his life peace

So that she can do any extant for that
In that process she changed Bharat that to his true love Manya

So she also can come back for her love at critical situation or some extent what Vikram can do for her get back

This is the present situation drama 

Mrina over cum her guilt to get back Vikram 
Vikram can leave the criminal world to live with mrina with peace 
Bharat get back  recognise and realise what is love convenience Manya

Manya has accepte Bharat

All happen when drama is the only thing gets back 

Waiting for that

[Dirtyp]

One of the best story i ever read. 
I wish Mirna will get back to Vikram but don’t know is in author’s mind. Special writer. Eagerly waiting for the next part. I hope it is going to be a big update.
Thank you very much for entertaining us.

With love PS