30-01-2026, 03:36 PM
Chapter 9: Framed by Malavika.
The door burst open, and chaos exploded into the room.
Kaushik charged in first, eyes blazing, followed by two young women—neighbors or roommates, their faces twisted in shock and outrage.
Malavika's shout still echoed—"Someone help me! Please! He's forcing me!"—and she scrambled back on the bed, pulling the sheet over her nude body, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Vikram froze, cock still pressed at her entrance, mind reeling. Kaushik grabbed his arm, yanking him off the bed with brute force. "You bastard! Get off her!"
The women gasped, one tying a thread around his wrist as a makeshift restraint
Kaushik said, “Malavika, dial your boyfriend Suresh…
10 Mins later
The door flew open again. Suresh burst in—called by Malavika
His eyes widened at the scene: Vikram naked, hard, on the bed; Malavika covered and crying; Kaushik holding him down.
Vikram stumbled, nude and exposed, heart slamming. "No... it's not... she let me..."
Malavika sobbed, clutching the sheet. "He forced me... I trusted him..."
Suresh's face contorted in rage. "You son of a bitch!" He lunged, punching Vikram square in the jaw. Pain exploded, blood filling his mouth. "How could you? She's my girl!"
Vikram reeled, collapsing to the floor. "Suresh... listen... it's a lie..."
Suresh drew back for another punch and said lets call security officer.., but Kaushik intervened. "Wait—don't. I worry about her reputation. Let's handle this quietly. No cops yet."
Suresh slapped Vikram hard across the face anyway, the sting burning. "You animal! I trusted you!"
He turned to Malavika, rushing to her side, wrapping an arm around her. "Baby... are you okay?"
Malavika pushed him away, tears flowing. "Don't speak to me! Your friend showed me who you are... is this why you sent him to take me everywhere on your bike? To set this up?"
Suresh's face drained of color. "What? No... I never..."
She sobbed harder. "I can't think anything right now. I need a break... from all of this."
Vikram, on the floor, tried to speak. "Don't believe her, Suresh! Kaushik and her are in an affair—I saw them fucking in the bathroom! She's cheating on you!"
The women scoffed. "He's lying! Just spreading lies to cover himself. We heard the shouts—we're witnesses!"
Suresh looked at Vikram, eyes cold. "I want to believe you... but one thing: who made you nude? Her? Kaushik? Or did it drop accidentally?"
Vikram's face turned down in guilt. He had stripped himself, waiting to surprise her. The silence spoke.
Suresh nodded, face hardening. "That speaks." He turned away, consoling Malavika as she cried into his shoulder.
The women dragged Vikram out, half-dressed, into the street. Neighbors gawked. No cops were called—Kaushik's "reputation" excuse held—but the damage was done. Suresh left with Malavika, not looking back.
Word spread like wildfire through the mansion. By evening, Ramesh and Mohan waited at the door. "We heard," Ramesh said, voice low.
"Molestation? We can't have that here."
Mohan sighed. "I trusted you, boy. But with Suresh and Ramesh... I don't want to spoil things. Get out."
Vikram begged, but it was no use. Evicted again, belongings in a sack, he wandered the streets. Back to zero: sleeping on platforms, mechanical dreams crushed forever, name ruined by the rumor of "pervert" and "molester." The FIR shadow lingered, but this was worse—personal betrayal.
All women lie, frame, cheat. Never trust again. He started hating women, a dark fire burning in his chest. He decided to just survive in the world until he really got something—power, money, control.
Midnight, as he huddled under a flyover, footsteps approached. Mohan. "There's an old room in the back of the mansion. Some times its used for political key persons to plan for their dark business. i never gave it to anyone.. except duplicates it 2-3 close aide of mine who are in politics.. Stay for a while. I still believe there's more to this."
Vikram looked up, a minute hope flickering in his worst phase. But inside, the hate simmered. Women had taken everything—love, friends, dreams. One day, he'd take it back.
The door burst open, and chaos exploded into the room.
Kaushik charged in first, eyes blazing, followed by two young women—neighbors or roommates, their faces twisted in shock and outrage.
Malavika's shout still echoed—"Someone help me! Please! He's forcing me!"—and she scrambled back on the bed, pulling the sheet over her nude body, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Vikram froze, cock still pressed at her entrance, mind reeling. Kaushik grabbed his arm, yanking him off the bed with brute force. "You bastard! Get off her!"
The women gasped, one tying a thread around his wrist as a makeshift restraint
Kaushik said, “Malavika, dial your boyfriend Suresh…
10 Mins later
The door flew open again. Suresh burst in—called by Malavika
His eyes widened at the scene: Vikram naked, hard, on the bed; Malavika covered and crying; Kaushik holding him down.
Vikram stumbled, nude and exposed, heart slamming. "No... it's not... she let me..."
Malavika sobbed, clutching the sheet. "He forced me... I trusted him..."
Suresh's face contorted in rage. "You son of a bitch!" He lunged, punching Vikram square in the jaw. Pain exploded, blood filling his mouth. "How could you? She's my girl!"
Vikram reeled, collapsing to the floor. "Suresh... listen... it's a lie..."
Suresh drew back for another punch and said lets call security officer.., but Kaushik intervened. "Wait—don't. I worry about her reputation. Let's handle this quietly. No cops yet."
Suresh slapped Vikram hard across the face anyway, the sting burning. "You animal! I trusted you!"
He turned to Malavika, rushing to her side, wrapping an arm around her. "Baby... are you okay?"
Malavika pushed him away, tears flowing. "Don't speak to me! Your friend showed me who you are... is this why you sent him to take me everywhere on your bike? To set this up?"
Suresh's face drained of color. "What? No... I never..."
She sobbed harder. "I can't think anything right now. I need a break... from all of this."
Vikram, on the floor, tried to speak. "Don't believe her, Suresh! Kaushik and her are in an affair—I saw them fucking in the bathroom! She's cheating on you!"
The women scoffed. "He's lying! Just spreading lies to cover himself. We heard the shouts—we're witnesses!"
Suresh looked at Vikram, eyes cold. "I want to believe you... but one thing: who made you nude? Her? Kaushik? Or did it drop accidentally?"
Vikram's face turned down in guilt. He had stripped himself, waiting to surprise her. The silence spoke.
Suresh nodded, face hardening. "That speaks." He turned away, consoling Malavika as she cried into his shoulder.
The women dragged Vikram out, half-dressed, into the street. Neighbors gawked. No cops were called—Kaushik's "reputation" excuse held—but the damage was done. Suresh left with Malavika, not looking back.
Word spread like wildfire through the mansion. By evening, Ramesh and Mohan waited at the door. "We heard," Ramesh said, voice low.
"Molestation? We can't have that here."
Mohan sighed. "I trusted you, boy. But with Suresh and Ramesh... I don't want to spoil things. Get out."
Vikram begged, but it was no use. Evicted again, belongings in a sack, he wandered the streets. Back to zero: sleeping on platforms, mechanical dreams crushed forever, name ruined by the rumor of "pervert" and "molester." The FIR shadow lingered, but this was worse—personal betrayal.
All women lie, frame, cheat. Never trust again. He started hating women, a dark fire burning in his chest. He decided to just survive in the world until he really got something—power, money, control.
Midnight, as he huddled under a flyover, footsteps approached. Mohan. "There's an old room in the back of the mansion. Some times its used for political key persons to plan for their dark business. i never gave it to anyone.. except duplicates it 2-3 close aide of mine who are in politics.. Stay for a while. I still believe there's more to this."
Vikram looked up, a minute hope flickering in his worst phase. But inside, the hate simmered. Women had taken everything—love, friends, dreams. One day, he'd take it back.
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