Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[heygiwriter]

Anna y r u killing slowly with emotions 

Thanks for the feedback

[Rocky@handsome]

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.

Looking back at the narrative arc, the first part of this drama was dominated entirely by Bharat—he was portrayed as the singular 'hero' while Vikram remained in the shadows. In the second part, the focus shifted entirely to Mirnaa; she became the ultimate warrior, with every other character merely dancing to her tune. In both chapters, Vikram was sidelined.

It is high time to accord Vikram the respect he deserves. He needs to emerge from the periphery, take the lead, and finally be the hero of his own story. More importantly, Mirnaa needs to realize that Vikram possesses a strength and power she has dangerously underestimated. He is not just a safety net; he is her equal, and perhaps even her superior in resilience.

Furthermore, I feel strongly that steering this couple toward an 'open marriage' would be a profound mistake. It would strip away the unique essence of their bond( Vikram and Mirnaa)and turn this into just another mediocre, clichéd story like so many others. 
We have already seen the depth of Vikram and Mirnaa’s love, their mutual sacrifices, and the profound care and respect they share. They are perfect souls meant only for each other. Their connection is sacred; there is simply no room for a third person to bridge the space between two souls that belong together so completely.


Ultimately, this is your story, and the final pen is in your hand. I only hope to see Vikram finally stand in the light he deserves. I hereby rest my case, as I have no right to interfere with your visionary creation.

Regards,
Rocky ❤️

[heygiwriter]

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

Yep thanks for constantly supporting bro

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 170 - The Hands that rescued


Hospital an hour later 

Vikram expected Mirnaa to get in, but she didnt, he feared if mirna went behind bharath, after knowing she got back memory?

Shiney stepped in — white coat over casual clothes — stethoscope around her neck. She saw his eyes open — relief flashed across her face, quickly masked by professional calm.

Vikram’s voice came out hoarse, cracked.
“Where… is she?”

“She was here all night,” she said. “Didn’t leave your side until an hour ago. Didnt know what happened she got my car keys and said she is going somewhere. 

“I wanted to meet you that day,” the day when Aadharsh took you to abaonded place. To ask you on one important thing, She puzlled what was it about 

Now, i know every truth about her, the reasons, she did everything to save me, her distance, her anger, coldness but only one thing i didn't understand 

Vikram’s throat worked.

“Why Bharath?” His voice cracked. “Why the sex? Why… let him have her like that?”

Shiney looked at him — steady, unflinching.

“She wanted to have sex with Bharath because she felt that was the only way she could keep him from getting distracted. He had his own revenge — he was volatile, obsessed. Sex kept him tethered — focused on her — not on rushing into something reckless that could backfire on you. She believed Bharath is only tool  that can take her to aadharsh and play him so that she could save your protect you. And as for sexual relation, She had no guilt over it… because she had already decided to leave you. Forever.”

Vikram’s breath caught.
“What?”

“Yes,” Shiney said softly. “Even before she knew the full truth about Aadharsh — when you came back from Zurich — her original plan was to leave. To take a remote job — vanish from your life completely — so you could have a new life. A clean one. Without the shadow of her knowing your past. Without the weight of her staying out of pity or fear.”



Vikram stared at the ceiling — tears slipping silently down his temples.
Shiney continued — voice gentle.



“But after the truth came out… she didn’t feel it as a burden anymore. She was worried about your safety. So she consoled herself: Let the decision stay the same. Let him hate me. I will protect him from the shadows.”

She reached out — touched his arm.


“I only learned the full extent a few days ago — when you were admitted here. She broke down in front of me. Told me everything. The plan. The guilt. The love she couldn’t kill.”

Vikram stayed silent — tears falling freely now.
He didn’t speak for a long time.
Finally — voice barely a whisper:

“She was going to disappear… so I could be happy.”

Shiney nodded.
“She thought that was the kindest thing she could do.”
He turned his head — looked at the empty chair.


“I just want her back,” he said — broken. “I don’t care about the rest. I just… want her back.”
Shiney squeezed his hand.

You are still weak, trips still on.. Take rest Mirna will come back soon. 
When she comes speak to her calm. 



At the abandoned factory 


The abandoned factory was a rotting giant — rusted girders, broken skylights letting in shafts of cold moonlight, the air thick with dust and oil.


A narrow metal bridge hung suspended over a thirty-foot drop old loading platform to storage loft swaying slightly in the night wind. Bharath was tied to a support beam at the far end wrists bound behind him blood drying on his lip from the earlier beating.
Mirnaa stepped inside heart slamming against her ribs Shiney’s car keys still clutched in her fist. The door clanged shut behind her.


Aadharsh stood in the middle of the bridge casual arms crossed smiling like a man who had already won.

“Welcome, madam,” he said — voice smooth, mocking. 


His men down,  gestured to the bridge short, treacherous — one misstep and it was a long fall onto concrete below.

Mirnaa walked forward eyes locked on Bharath. She climbed the short steps stepped onto the swaying metal each footfall echoing.

Aadharsh laughed — low, satisfied.


“In a few minutes Shobi will come here. I spoke with him. Let him know the truth you and Bharath tried to harm me by twisting hatred between me and Shobi.”

Mirnaa reached the center — stopped a few feet from him.


“Bharath had no link,” she said — voice steady. “I was the master planner.”
Bharath shouted - muffled — desperate.

“No — Mirnaa!”
She turned to Bharath and said. 

“You have a kid. You still have parents. 

He shouted — what about Vikram? 
She said.. He will live with Swathi… 


Let this end here. With me. 

She turned to aadahrsh and said.. .You do whatever you want but leave my husband alone. 

Also Bharath had no part in it.”

She prayed silently — scanning for any opportunity — any loose pipe — any moment of distraction.
Aadharsh looked her up and down — slow — leering.

“Maybe you need a different punishment.”

He stepped closer — voice dropping.
“Come near me.”

Mirnaa walked forward — stopped inches away.
“I will do whatever you ask,” she said — voice calm. “But release Bharath first.”

Aadharsh smiled — nodded to his men.
“Remove his ropes. Hold him.”


They cut Bharath free — but four men pinned him instantly — arms twisted behind — forcing him to watch.


Bharath struggled — shouting — but couldn’t break free.

Footsteps echoed from the far end.


Shobi arrived flanked by six of his men gun in hand — face cold.

Aadharsh spread his arms — welcoming.
Shobi just ignored. 


Adharsh hide his hurt.. 

“Welcome, boss. I asked you to come here to show you who actually tried to hurt you. It’s this woman — the so-called Shadow King Vikram’s wife — and her lover Bharath. 

They both tried to harm you and pinned the blame on me so we would fight.”
Mirnaa realized too late — she had no leverage left.

Aadharsh continued — smiling at Shobi.
“You finish them off. I will finish Vikram.”


He turned back to Mirnaa — eyes gleaming.
“But first… maybe you need a different kind of lesson.”

Mirna had just processed the word i will finish virkam..
He reached for her — hand grazing her arm.

Mirnaa didn’t flinch. Adrenaline rush kicked in ..
Instead — she lunged — grabbed Aadharsh’s collar — pulled him hard toward the edge.

The bridge swayed like a dying breath — metal groaning under their weight, wind whistling through broken beams thirty feet above the concrete abyss below. Mirnaa’s fingers were locked around Aadharsh’s collar — knuckles white — her entire body straining as she pulled with everything she had left.

It wasn’t rage.
It wasn’t revenge.
It was surrender wrapped in fury.

She had already decided — in the heartbeat between hearing the coordinates and stepping onto this rotting scaffold — that if this was the only way to end the threat to Vikram, she would take Aadharsh with her. 

One final act. One clean cut. Her life for his freedom.

The sudden jerk threw the narrow walkway into chaos. The entire structure lurched — supports shrieking — bolts popping loose like gunfire. Aadharsh stumbled forward, off-balance, legs kicking air as the edge gave way beneath him.

But he caught it.

One hand clamped around a thick steel support pipe — rusted but still solid — his body slamming against the side of the bridge. His other hand clawed at Mirnaa’s forearm — nails digging into skin — dragging her with him.

“You bitch!” he snarled, face contorted, spit flying. “You tried to pull me with you!”

Mirnaa felt the burn of his grip — felt the bridge tilt further — felt gravity reaching for her ankles.

She didn’t scream.

She looked down once — into the black mouth of the drop — and thought, very clearly: If this is how it ends, at least he’s safe.

Aadharsh man rushed to resuce him .. both were safely at the edge



Aadharsh just said.. Sobhi shoot her.. let this bitch know her lesson.. 

He looked at Sobhi, the guns were aiming at Aadharsh.. not at Mirnaa. 

Sobhi opened his mouth finally, do you think i forget how you attacked me in Noida. her husband saved me then.. 

Though this women tricked me, she didnt make me fall and its rare to see a women doing so much risk for a women.. 

Adarsh realizing situation signaled his men.. 

Gunfire erupted behind them — Shobi’s men opening up on Aadharsh’s guards. 

Bullets sparked off metal, ricocheted into darkness. Bharath rolled free in the pandemonium — tackling one man — wrenching a pistol from lifeless fingers — already firing back.

The bridge bucked again — violent, sickening.

Mirnaa’s grip on the steel pipe near slipped.— sweat-slick palms sliding — her body tilting forward.
She lost him.

Her feet slid off the edge — stomach lurching — world flipping upside down.
She caught the rope — one desperate swipe — fingers closing around the coarse hemp line that dangled from a broken pulley overhead. Her body jerked to a stop — hanging — legs kicking uselessly over nothing.

The drop yawned beneath her — dark, endless, hungry.
She heard aadahrsh voice, the cry over his defeat on sharp thud on ground.
The gang war ended in sobhis favor..
She closed her eyes.
Not in fear.
In acceptance.

It’s okay, she thought. Vikram is alive. No more threats.. He will live a new life... That’s enough.

She decided to leave her grip on the hanging rope that safegaruding her..

& like a miracle

A hand clamped around her shoulder — strong — trembling — desperate.
Her eyes snapped open.

She looked up 
breath catching 
heart shattering all over again.
Vikram.

IV line still dangling from the back of his hand — needle bent, tape peeling, blood seeping through the bandage wrapped around his head. Face pale as death, eyes burning with something fiercer than pain, fiercer than love — something that had dragged him out of a hospital bed, through traffic, up a condemned structure, against every doctor’s order, every law of survival.

He had come.

He smiled down at her — cracked lips, blood-streaked teeth — voice rough, hoarse, cracked open with everything he had held inside for months.

“I said right…” he rasped, fingers tightening on her shoulder, arm shaking with the effort of holding her weight.

 “Wherever you go… whichever corner you go… I will find you.”

Tears flooded Mirnaa’s eyes — hot, instant, unstoppable.

She couldn’t speak.

She could only stare up at him — at the man she had tried to destroy to save — at the man who had refused to let her go — even when she begged him to hate her, to forget her, to live without her.

The gunfire around them faded to background noise — Shobi’s men overwhelming Aadharsh’s — mens getting defaeted — orders shouted — but none of it reached her.

All she could see was Vikram.
All she could feel was his hand — warm, alive, refusing to let go.

She tried to speak — throat too tight — voice breaking on the first syllable.
“Vikram…”

He shook his head — once small — eyes never leaving hers.

“Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t apologize. Don’t explain. Just… hold on.”

His other hand — the one with the IV line — reached down — fingers finding hers — interlocking — iron grip.

“I know,” he said — voice cracking. “I heard you. Every word. When I was unconscious. I heard you crying… saying you love me… saying you’re sorry… saying you wanted me to live clean…”

He swallowed hard — tears slipping down his own face now — mixing with the blood.
“I accept you,” he said — raw — final. “For what you are. For everything you did. For everything you tried to hide. I accept it. I only ever loved you.”

Mirnaa’s sob broke free — loud — ugly — shattering.


She gripped his hand tighter — nails digging into skin — as if letting go would mean falling forever.

Above them — Bharath fought his way through the last of Aadharsh’s men — gun empty — fists bloody — until he reached the edge.

He saw Vikram — saw Mirnaa hanging — saw the way Vikram refused to let go even as his own body shook with pain and exhaustion.

Bharath dropped to his knees — reached down — added his strength — helping pull.
Together — they hauled her back onto the bridge.

Mirnaa collapsed against Vikram arms around his neck — face buried in his shoulder — sobbing uncontrollably.

He held her rocking gently whispering into her hair.
“I’m here. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Vikram held Mirnaa against his chest — one arm locked around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head as if letting go would mean she disappeared again. Her face was buried in his shoulder, tears soaking through his shirt.

He didn’t speak at first — just breathed her in — jasmine, sweat, fear, love — all the things he thought he’d lost forever.


Finally — voice low, cracked from pain and everything else — he spoke against her hair.



“I know every single truth,” he said. “I won’t leave you now.”



Mirnaa stiffened in his arms. Slowly — painfully — she pulled back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were red, swollen, shimmering.



“No,” she whispered — voice trembling. 
“I’m going with Bharath.”



The words landed like a slap.
Vikram’s grip tightened instinctively — fingers digging into her waist.



Before he could speak 



Bharath stepped forward — fast — voice rough, urgent.
“No No No Sorry buddy, im not taking her.”


Mirnaa turned — stunned.
Bharath looked straight at Vikram — eyes steady, raw.

“She’s faking. She’s lying. Trust me — this bugger cannot live without you. And whatever she says… every second, every minute… she only think about you.”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched — tears spilling faster.
Bharath kept going — voice breaking just a little.

“Mirnaa… for once… live for yourself. Now Aadharsh is gone. No more threat. Just apologize to him. If he wishes, for sure he will — he’ll take you back. Live a normal life.”

Mirnaa shook her head violently — sobs choking her words.
“I’m not going with Vikram. He has to start his life with Swathi”

Vikram cut her off — voice firm, quiet.
“Krish is awake.”
Mirnaa froze.

Vikram continued — eyes never leaving hers.
“Even if that wasn’t the case… I won’t marry her.”
She stared — lips trembling.


“Why…?”
Vikram’s hand came up — cupped her cheek — thumb brushing away tears.
“Because i love you, I accept you for what you are,” he said — slow — deliberate — every word carved from somewhere deep. “I only loved you.”


Mirnaa’s sob broke free — loud, ugly, shattering.

She realized — in that instant — he had heard her. Every whispered apology, every tearful confession when he was unconscious — he had heard it all.

“I accept you for what you are…” she echoed voice barely audible  tears flooding anew. “You heard me…”

He nodded once small — eyes shining.

“I heard everything.”

I got memory 24 hours back, i just pretended fearing you will move away.. 

He pulled her into a hug — tight — desperate — burying his face in her hair.

She clung back — fingers fisting his shirt — body shaking.
He pulled back just enough — looked at her — asked softly:

“You know my past already? Are you okay with it?”
She nodded  tears streaming — no hesitation.
He swallowed — voice cracking.

“Did you already know… I had a small affair?”
She shook her head — slow — honest.
“No.”

Vikram searched her eyes — raw, vulnerable.
“Will you excuse me?”

Mirnaa’s lips trembled — but her voice was steady.
“It’s just sex,” she whispered. “I accept you for what you are.”

She giggled and laughed smiled.. with shyness and tears.

Bharath standing a few steps away — smiled. Small. Sad. Real.
He watched them — watched the way she melted into Vikram’s arms — watched the way Vikram held her like she was the only thing keeping him upright.

He exhaled — long — accepting.
They finally came down from the bridge , Vikram supporting Mirnaa — her head on his shoulder — his arm around her waist.




Shobi reached the place ,boots crunching on broken glass ,looked at the scene ,then extended his hand to Vikram.


“Thank you,” he said — voice gruff, sincere. “It was you who saved me in Noida. Now your wife — though she tricked me ,I appreciate her risk to save you. I wish I had a sister like her.”

He revealed ,quietly — that it was his men who had pulled Vikram from the hospital and brought him here.



Shiney’s car was parked outside — Bharath had driven it.
Bharath got behind the wheel ,Vikram and Mirnaa in the rear seats.
They didn’t speak much.


Mirnaa placed her head on Vikram’s shoulder , fingers laced through his ,gently checking the bent IV needle still taped to his hand from when he’d pulled her up.


She peeled it away carefully — wrapped the spot with the edge of her dupatta — soft, tender, like she was tending to something precious.

Bharath watched everything in the rearview mirror — eyes soft — resigned.


“Lucky bastard,” he said quietly — almost to himself. 
“You won.”


Vikram heared it, looked at him in the mirror — no triumph, only gratitude.
Bharath smiled — faint — real.


He spoke again — louder this time — voice cracking just a little.
“Vikram… you are a lucky bastard. I had to trick her. Manipulate her. Fake love to win her. But even after so many things happend between us… she just chose you. Every second. Every minute. You are a lucky bastard.”


He laughed — soft, broken — shaking his head.

Mirnaa just tightened her embrace on Vikram’s hand ,cheek pressed to his shoulder ,tears still falling ,but quieter now.

The car drove into the dawn — carrying three broken people — and one fragile, stubborn hope. Nothing has to be said, three of them  know.. the depth and what is best . 

[Muralimm]

Your narration and the imagination no less than a commercial movie drama

Waiting for the end of the every character in this film with best payoffs

[Muralimm]

MRINA-VIKRAM' S INNOCENT WIFE

THIS IS CALLED LOVE

[sunilserene]

Kudos sir
Hatts off.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 171– The Homecoming


Bharath drove in silence through the streets — the city still half-asleep, streetlights flickering off one by one. In the rear seat, Vikram sat with Mirnaa tucked against his side — her head on his shoulder, fingers laced tightly through his. No one spoke. There was nothing left that needed words.

When the car pulled up outside their beach house the place looked smaller than Vikram remembered. Tired. Missing something vital. The windows were dark, the front porch light still on from the night before, bulb flickering like it had forgotten how to shine properly. Swathi had tried— but one person couldn’t hold a home together when its heart was gone.

Mirnaa stared at it through the window — eyes glassy.
“It looks… dead,” she whispered.
Vikram squeezed her hand.

“The house will get its life back now that you’re here.”
She didn’t reply — just kept staring.

Bharath killed the engine — turned in the driver’s seat.

“You sure about this?” he asked Vikram quietly. 
“She wanted to go back to the hospital. Medicines. Check-up.”

Vikram shook his head — small smile tugging at his split lip.
“Not necessary. I have my medicine right here.”

Mirnaa glanced at him eyes softening despite herself.

Bharath exhaled — nodded once.

He stepped out opened the rear door offered a hand to help Mirnaa. 
She took it briefly — then let go — stepping onto the gravel herself.

Vikram climbed out after her — wincing at the pull of stitches and bruises — but refusing help. 
He looked at Bharath — really looked.
“Thank you,” he said — voice rough but steady. “For everything.”

Bharath gave a short nod — eyes flicking to Mirnaa.
“Don’t waste it,” he said simply.

He got back in the car — didn’t wait for more words  reversed out of the gate and drove away without looking back. 
The taillights disappeared around the corner.

Mirnaa stood frozen on the driveway — staring at the front door like it might swallow her.

Vikram stepped beside her — slipped an arm around her waist.
“Come on,” he said softly.

She hesitated — one heartbeat — two.

Then Vikram bent — ignoring the sharp protest from his ribs — and lifted her in his arms.
“Vikram—” she gasped — hands flying to his shoulders. “Your injuries—”

“I don’t care,” he said — voice low, fierce. “I’ve carried heavier things than this.”
He walked up the steps — pushed the door open with his shoulder — carried her inside.

The house smelled of dust and stale coffee — Swathi’s attempts at keeping it alive. The living room was tidy but lifeless. 
The staircase creaked under his weight. He didn’t stop — carried her straight to their bedroom.

The door shut behind them with a quiet click.

Hours passed.
No one knew what was said inside that room.
No one knew how many apologies were whispered against skin.
How many tears fell on collars.
How many promises were made — broken — remade stronger.
How many times they clung to each other like the world might disappear if they let go.
But when the door finally opened again — early in the morning sun slanting through the hallway — something had changed.
The house felt… brighter.

Mirnaa stepped out first — hair loose, wearing one of Vikram’s old T-shirts that fell to her thighs — eyes red but calm. 
Vikram followed — still bandaged, still limping slightly — but smiling in a way he hadn’t smiled in years.

They looked at each other — then at the house — and something unspoken passed between them.
The charm was coming back.

Later that evening — Bharath returned.
He arrived with two large suitcases — Mirnaa’s clothes, jewelry, books, the small things she had taken when she left. 
He set them in the living room — looked around — nodded once.
“Flat’s vacated,” he said simply. “Everything settled.”

Mirnaa stepped forward — eyes soft.
“Bharath…”
He raised a hand — small smile.
“I’m going back to Bangalore. Priya’s waiting. Manya too… maybe.”

Vikram watched from the doorway — silent.
Bharath looked at Mirnaa — then at Vikram.
“Don’t think you won,” he said — half-joking, half-serious. 
“Make a mistake — I’ll come back here.”

The three of them laughed — quiet, real, healing.

Bharath turned to leave — paused at the door.
Mirnaa walked quickly to bharath — wrapped her arms around him from behind — pressed her cheek to his back.
“Thanks,” she whispered — to Bharath, to Vikram, to both. “And sorry.”

Bharath turned in her arms, his hand shivering for the first time, he struggled  to bring him together, then he cupped her face — pressed a deep, slow kiss to her forehead.

“I realised what love is,” he said quietly — looking over her head at virkam  

“Thanks to you.” Treasure her..
He looked at Vikram and said i wont apologize for this. No filthy intentions... i came from heart.

He knows Mirna said.

Bharath nodded — once — accepting.
“I have a purpose now,” -   “Priya.”

He looked at Vikram one last time that evneing.
Then he was gone.

Mirnaa turned fully into Vikram’s arms — looked up at him.
“Don’t make a mistake,” she said — voice soft but firm. 
“If you do something nasty… I won’t stay silent. I won’t digest all your dramas. No ladies other than me.”

Vikram nodded — serious.
“Only you,” he said. “Always.”

A week later 
Krish woke fully — like magic — though still weak, still needing monitoring. 
Swathi decided to stay with him in Chennai for a few months — close to the hospital, close to family.

Vikram slowly dismantled the illegal network — transferred routes, contacts, ledgers — handed pieces off to trusted lieutenants who wanted to keep running. He and Krish started a new retail chain together — legitimate, clean. Krish took Bangalore. Vikram kept Chennai.

The nights became theirs again.
The love bites faded.
Her body recovered.
The bed became theirs — no shadows, no guilt.

Every night she climbed on top of him, head on his chest — fingers tracing lazy circles over his heart.
He was happy — truly — with the electronic shops, the new business, the quiet life.

He decided — finally — to live with what it contained.
Mirna and Vikram still didn't realize how their love is strong
they didn't care to think about it, they started living their life again. with just love.

[heygiwriter]

Three Years Later - Happy Home [ The Climax ]



The beach house stood quiet under a late March moon — white walls glowing faintly silver, waves rolling in with the steady rhythm of someone breathing in their sleep. Inside, Rithanya (two and a half now) had finally surrendered to dreams — sprawled across the middle of the big bed like she owned it, one tiny fist clutching Vikram’s T-shirt, the other wrapped around Mirnaa’s finger. The little thief had struck again: she had stolen their evening, their conversation, their kisses — and they had let her, laughing softly as she demanded “one more story, Papa… one more song, Amma…”

Now the house was theirs again.

Vikram and Mirnaa sat on the wide verandah steps — bare feet buried in cool sand, a thin cotton shawl dbangd over both their shoulders. No words for a long time. Just the sea whispering, the occasional laugh from a distant bonfire down the beach, and the comfortable silence that only comes after surviving everything.

Three years had reshaped them gently.

Vikram had fully detached from the joint venture with Krish. The old empire — complicated, shadowed — no longer existed in his life. He kept the original chain of electronic shops and quietly launched his own brand: Rithanya Electronics. Small. Honest. Growing steadily. The name was deliberate — every time he saw the sign above a store, he remembered why he had fought so hard to come clean.
Mirnaa ran them.

She no longer stayed inside the house waiting for life to happen. The woman who once measured her worth by breakfast rotis and perfect curries had decided her time was too valuable to waste. She managed the business with calm authority — hired staff, trained them, opened two new outlets — all while carrying Rithanya in a sling until the girl learned to run behind her through the aisles, clutching a toy phone and shouting “Amma! Invoice!”

Their love had not weakened — it had deepened, rooted itself deeper because of the child who now came between them every night. Rithanya was the sweetest threat they had ever faced — stealing their sleep, their uninterrupted kisses, their quiet mornings — and they welcomed it with exhausted, grateful smiles.

Mirnaa had reached out to the people she once kept at arm’s length and she accepted people from Vikram's end. Instead of carrying hatred, she decided to help them out. catch up in the ladder. let go of bitter memories and build new one.

She found Malar and Vicky — helped them start their own small electronics shop on her personal guarantee, guided them through the loan process, taught them the books. Malar still called her every month — “Akka, we crossed last month’s target!” — and Mirnaa smiled every time.
She met Malaavika again — took her to a growing institution that desperately needed a solid HR head. Malaavika thrived there — sharp, kind, grateful. The two women became real friends — lunches, long phone calls, shared secrets.

She befriended every circle she had once avoided — neighbors, business associates, even old rivals who had softened over time. She and Swathi had become sisters — not in law, but in truth. Mirnaa still carried a tiny flicker of jealousy over how close swathi still remained to Vikram, but it was gentle now — more teasing than bitter. They laughed about it over coffee. Swathi and Krish lived simply — normal, quiet, content. She had given up the games, the need to prove something. Krish was enough.

Rish and Malini — divorced years earlier — had found their way back to each other. They united only for their child. Mirnaa never minded Priya’s presence, the priya who once befriended her in hospital.. She is beyond repair, she thought.. for some reasons she could not forgive her. 


Shiney had married a fellow doctor — the same hospital where Vikram and Krish had once lain broken. She fell in love quietly, deeply — no drama, no games. She visited Mirnaa often — brought stories, laughter, the occasional bottle of wine. They talked about everything except the past.

Bharath had learned — through Priya — that kisses could mean something different. Not passion. Not possession. Just… love. He got angry now if anyone called Priya “Manya’s daughter.” He called her his daughter — proudly, fiercely. Manya was still cold — still distant — still hadn’t fully accepted him. Bharath didn’t care anymore. He stayed close to Mirnaa — phone calls very rarely once for birthday wishes, occasional visits. He came when Rithanya was born. Over the phone they remained friendly — careful — respectful of the line neither would cross again.

and they remained friends through vikrams knowledge.

That night — on the verandah steps — Vikram pulled Mirnaa closer under the shawl.
“Do you ever think about it?” he asked softly. “The bridge. The mill. Everything.”

Mirnaa rested her head on his shoulder — fingers tracing slow circles over his heart.
“Sometimes,” she admitted. “But mostly I think about this. Right now. You. Rithanya snoring in the next room. 

The way you still look at me like I’m the only thing in the world.”
He said.. we travelled a long path, after all the tides, i had you.. my love, the only love..

Vikram turned — cupped her face — kissed her slowly, deeply — the kind of kiss that remembered every fight, every tear, every promise.

“I never stopped,” he whispered against her lips. “Not for one second.”
She smiled — small, real, peaceful.
“Neither did I.”

Then mirnaa playfully said, you should not forget the promise!
Vikram which one, ?

Don't make the mistake?!!
Vikram vaguely remembered he said yes i remember now.
Why do you bring it..now?
What is that your flirt with Swathi last time?
Just fun darling.. Vikram said in a funny note.

Remember if you slip a bit i will punish you.. Tit for tat..

Both laughed.

He kissed her again. the topic changed.

The waves kept coming — gentle, endless — washing the past away.
Somewhere inside — Rithanya sighed in her sleep — rolled over — clutched her rabbit tighter.

Vikram and Mirnaa stayed on the steps long after the moon had crossed the sky.
No more running.
No more shadows.
No more goodbyes.
Just the sea.
Just them.
Just now.
And that was finally — beautifully — enough.

The End

[oracle]

Thank you for your time, efforts and skill .

Never seen a writer so committed to the story like you. Wish you success in all your endeavours..

[Mukul@99]

The way you paced the story made it impossible to stop reading. The tension ramped up so exquisitely, I was on edge. You nailed the ending—it was incredibly satisfying. This is some of the best writing I've seen on this platform.
You are a true storyteller.
Wishing you the best in your future endeavors.

[heygiwriter]

EPILOGUE TWO VERSIONS 


Epilogue VERSION 1 - Slips a bit, Yet unbroken, Reconciled. Love Unshaken.


–  Six Months Later (The Slip & The Moon)

Vikram stepped out of Swathi’s house in Bangalore a little after 11 p.m. — shirt untucked, hair slightly damp from the shower he’d taken before leaving, breathing still uneven. Krish had flown to Delhi that morning for a three-day supplier meeting. Swathi had texted him late afternoon: “Some old paperwork needs your signature. Come over?”

He had gone.

What started as signatures on a file ended with wine, then her hand sliding up his thigh, then her mouth on his neck. He hadn’t stopped. He had fucked her — hard, quiet, guilty — in the same bedroom she once shared with Krish. When it was over he had dressed quickly, muttered something about a late meeting, and left.

Now — sitting in his car outside — he dialed Mirnaa.
She answered on the second ring — voice soft, sleepy, warm.
“Hey… you okay? It’s late.”

Vikram swallowed — lied smoothly.
“Yeah… just wrapped a business meet in Bangalore. Got delayed. How’s Rithanya? What’re you doing?”
Mirnaa laughed quietly — the sound he loved most in the world.

“She’s asleep. I’m lying here… missing you. When are you coming home?”
“Soon,” he said — throat tight. “Very soon.”
A pause.

Then — her voice dropped, teasing but edged with something sharper.
“Don’t you know… I would punish you if you lied to me?”

He forced a chuckle.
“I didn’t lie, love.”
Another pause.

Just silence — long enough to make his stomach twist.

Then — softly:
“Good night, Vikram.”
She hung up.
The call ends.


The camera pulls back — slowly — from the cctv.

Mirnaa is lying naked on their bed moonlight spilling across her full breasts, nipples dark and beaded with milk. Bharath is already there  head bowed between them  mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking slow and deep. Warm milk flows onto his tongue  sweet, intimate  and he groans softly against her skin, hand cupping the other breast, thumb circling the wet tip until beads of milk drip down her ribs and pool on the sheet.

Mirnaa’s fingers are threaded through his hair guiding him — eyes half-closed, lips parted on a soft sigh.

She remembers — in that hazy, heated moment — how she knew.

Earlier that day — Vikram’s call had cut off abruptly, but not before she heard it: Vikram you just fucked me twice from morning you wanted another round? the faint rustle of fabric, a woman’s soft sigh, its swathi's voice. the unmistakable wet sound of lips parting, tongues meeting, a quiet moan swallowed by the line going dead. He had forgotten to end the call properly. The kiss had lasted three seconds too long.

That was all it took.

She had sat frozen Rithanya napping in the nursery — then picked up her phone again.
She called Bharath.

“I need you,” she said simply.
He arrived an hour before

Now — his mouth moves to the other breast sucking harder — milk flowing freely and Mirnaa arches soft moan escaping hips lifting toward him. He shifts settles between her thighs enters her in one slow, deep thrust. Missionary intimate — eyes locked. She wraps her legs around his waist  heels digging into his lower back — urging him deeper. 

He moves steady, hungry hands braced on either side of her head watching every flicker on her face. Milk leaks between them slick, warm  smearing across their chests. She rakes her nails down his back  cries muffled against his shoulder body clenching as she comes. He follows — burying deep — spilling inside her with a broken groan.

They stay tangled  breathing hard  until the aftershocks fade.

The next evening – Beach house verandah

They sit under the same shawl  moon low and heavy. Rithanya sleeps inside.
No anger. No tears. No accusations.

Mirnaa speaks first — voice calm.

“I know where you were last day.”

Vikram looks at her — no denial left.

“I fucked Swathi,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry.”
Mirnaa nods once — slow.
“I know.”
She turns to him — eyes steady.

“Bharath was here yesterday afternoon. While you were in Bangalore.”
Vikram’s breath catches.

She continues — soft, honest.
“No silly excuses i did it for punishing you.. i called him. We talked. Then… we had sex. 

Silence stretches — thick but not hostile.
Vikram exhales — shaky.

He looks down at the sand — toes digging in.
“Are we… done?”

Mirnaa reaches over — slips her hand into his.
“No,” she says softly. “We’re not done. We’re just… human.”

She leans her head on his shoulder.
“Love is still here,” she whispers. “It didn’t die because of one night. Or two. It just… got bruised. We can live with bruises.”

Vikram turns — cups her face — kisses her slowly, deeply — tasting salt and forgiveness.
“I’m sorry,” he says against her lips.
“I’m sorry too,” she echoes.

They sit like that — holding each other — watching the moon reflect on the water.
No grand promises. No dramatic vows.
Just quiet understanding.

That sex — outside — can happen.
But love — the real kind — stays home.

And theirs — scarred, stubborn, unbreakable — is still here.





Epilogue 2 – The Temptation & The Trust


(Six Months Later – Lighter, Rooted in Faith)

Vikram stood in Swathi’s living room — Bangalore — heart hammering.

Krish was in Delhi. Swathi had called him over “for old paperwork.” Wine had been poured. Conversation had turned soft. Her hand had rested on his thigh — lingered. She had leaned in — kissed him — slow, familiar. His hands had slid under her blouse — felt the warmth he once knew too well.

But at the last second — he froze. He got remainded of promises and warnings.. 
Mirnaa  telling him i will punish you..
He pulled back.

“I can’t,” he said — voice low, steady. “I’m sorry.”

Swathi stared — eyes glistening — then nodded once.
“Go home,” she whispered. “To her.”

He left — drove straight back to Chennai — arrived just after midnight.
The house was dark except for the nightlight in Rithanya’s room.

He stepped inside — found Mirnaa in the rocking chair — feeding their six-month-old daughter. Rithanya suckled greedily — tiny fist curled around Mirnaa’s finger — eyes half-closed in bliss.

Mirnaa looked up — saw his face — and smiled softly.
“You’re back early.”

Vikram knelt in front of her — took her free hand — pressed it to his lips.
“I almost didn’t come back,” he confessed — voice raw. “Swathi… she tried. I went far. Too far. But I stopped. I couldn’t. Not anymore.”

Mirnaa looked at him — calm — no shock, no anger.
“I know,” she said simply.

Vikram blinked.
“You… know?”

She nodded — stroking Rithanya’s cheek.
“I trust you,” she said. “I always have. 
Even when I pretended not to. I knew you wouldn’t break your promise. And you didn’t.”

Vikram’s throat closed — tears burning.
Mirnaa shifted Rithanya gently — laid her in the crib — then turned back to him.

She took his face in both hands — kissed him slow, deep — tasting of milk and forgiveness.
“I never doubted you,” she whispered against his lips. “Not once.”

They stood there — foreheads touching — breathing each other in.
Outside — the city hummed on.
Inside — Rithanya sighed in her sleep.
And their love — tested, tempted, but never broken — stood stronger than ever.

[heygiwriter]

THANK YOU EVERY ONE FOR PATIENTLY READING THE ENTIRE STORY.. HOPE YOU ALL HAD FUN READING THIS

Thanks to all supporters, specially Muralim, Rocky, Jeeiva and many more constantly supporting appreciating and giving straight and honest feedbacks 

[heygiwriter]

Kudos sir
Hatts off.

Thank you

[heygiwriter]

Thank you for your time, efforts and skill .

Never seen a writer so committed to the story like you. Wish you success in all your endeavours..

Thanks a lot brother.

[heygiwriter]

I have two stories in my mind for the next .. 


A boss visits his employee's house purely as a courtesy. He has no real interest in going, but he agrees anyway. Once he arrives, he is completely mesmerized by what he sees.

The employee's wife is extremely sexy, with curves and meat in all the right places. The boss tries hard to control himself and stay composed. While they are having coffee, it accidentally spills. The employee excuses himself and goes into the kitchen to talk to his wife about something. The boss, needing to wash his hands, tries the tap but finds no water. He steps into the kitchen to ask for help — and freezes.
There, he sees his employee playfully teasing his wife. In a naughty moment, the husband pulls her saree pallu, letting it slip down. The boss gets a clear view of her beauty over her tight blouse — the shape, the fullness, the way her body moves. The scene is intimate and charged.
Now what would you do if you were the boss?











A husband (42) and wife (38) lead a normal, comfortable life. They still have sexual heat between them, but it has become routine and unexplored — nothing adventurous or kinky. The husband secretly harbors deeper fantasies and desires he has never shared.



A 30-year-old unmarried bachelor moves in next door. He quickly becomes friendly with the husband. Over time, the husband confides (or hints) about his secret wish to experience real kinks and fantasies. Slowly, he begins planning with the bachelor to tempt his own wife — to awaken that hidden side of her and bring excitement back into their marriage.


Both are aimed as short story format

for now let me take a short break and focus on other stuffs :)

[heygiwriter]

The way you paced the story made it impossible to stop reading. The tension ramped up so exquisitely, I was on edge. You nailed the ending—it was incredibly satisfying. This is some of the best writing I've seen on this platform.
You are a true storyteller.
Wishing you the best in your future endeavors.

Thanks a lot :)

[heygiwriter]

This is one of my favorite story i have written. I was surprised when i saw how the character Mirnaa shaped up. 

The initial idea when started writing was like , how an innocent and naive wife, who is loyal had been tricked by own wife into adultery for the husbands revenge. The aftermath, he realize she is emotionally navigating and attaching towards her lover. So husband uses trick again and get back her with a punishment that she will scare to go behind her lover again. But in the process, their love they had for each other stood solid. Making the unthinkable happen, the extend they go, still they get back through love. But the awakening of sexual desires stayed unshaken. Husband realizes it and At the end, they embraces open marriage and the love just keep increasing. 

This was the plot i started working 
I have setup ready, the fast-forward - flashback setup ready

But as i started writing the flashback,  i was surprised to see i unintentionally created a so strong connection between two souls, from then i myself faced too many conflicts and adjustment towards the story.  i tried my level best not dilute it make it in a decent tray. 

Giving her the much needed sexual awakening - I made it through Goa Episodes. 
Giving an idea of she still has strong desire - Used as a hidden layer when she stay with Bharath after all truth explored 

I have avoided a lot of elements i originally planned
almost 15 chapters i have deleted, introduced new.. as i wanted to see the couple have atleast good ending.


I tried my level best to give a good pay off for each character.


Let me know your thought, What you all have expected does it come little closer to it?

[sunilserene]

Wow what a story blew my mind
Waiting for other stories anxiously

[heygiwriter]

Wow what a story blew my mind
Waiting for other stories anxiously

Thanks

Which one shall we began? among ideas i shared.

I may start later as i gonna take a small break