Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife

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Chapter 31 : Vikram & Mirna's First Sex – A Seal of Love

A Consoling hug that initiated the heat

Vikram pulled her close—consoling her with a hug. His arms wrapped around her waist, her body pressing softly against his, her saree damp from the rain clinging to her skin like a second layer. 


The warmth of her breath on his neck sent a shiver through him, not from cold but from the sudden rush of something deeper, something he had never truly felt. He tilted her chin up gently, his thumb tracing her jawline, feeling the smoothness of her face, unmarred by the world's harshness.



He kissed her—cheek first, his lips lingering on the soft, warm flesh there, tasting the faint salt of rain and her skin. She was shy, her cheeks flushing a deep rose under his touch, her eyes fluttering closed, body tense but not pulling away. 



Then neck—his mouth moved lower, brushing the curve where her shoulder met her throat, feeling the pulse quicken beneath her skin. A small gasp escaped her, her hands clutching his shirt, fingers twisting the fabric as if to anchor herself.


What was supposed to be a consoling hug turns into something more.. That VIkram had absolutely no control over it.


Now his lips came near her Lips last. He hesitated, his eagerness building, heart pounding like it never had before—not with Malar's cold betrayal or Malavika's teasing deception. This was real. Pure. 




He leaned in, his mouth meeting hers softly at first, lips parted just enough to feel the warmth, the slight tremble in her. 


Mirna was shy, her kiss tentative, inexperienced, her hands now on his shoulders, gripping lightly as if afraid to hold too tight. But Vikram felt it—the eagerness in him rising, not frantic but insistent, his tongue gently tracing her lower lip, coaxing her open. She responded, shyly at first, her tongue meeting his, a soft exploration that sent heat pooling in his groin.


Heat flared. A pull they couldn’t resist.


Just like how love occupied them without any words.. Lust today won them.. 


Mirnaa was not in her mind.. She was not even aware of what she was doing.. She is allowing Vikram before marriage.. And she has no second thought of fear about this.


The Heat Consumed..


The room dimmed as their clothes slipped away—her sari pooling on the floor like silk water, unwinding slowly as his fingers fumbled with the knots, eager but careful, revealing the pale cream of her blouse beneath. He unbuttoned it with trembling hands, exposing her bra, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with her quickened breath. 


She was shy, arms crossing instinctively over her chest, eyes averted, cheeks burning.

 "It's okay," 

he whispered, his voice rough with desire, gently pulling her arms away. Her breasts were full, nipples hardening in the cool air, dark brown against her light skin, pert and inviting. He cupped one, feeling the weight, the softness, thumb grazing the nipple until she gasped, arching slightly.


His shirt tossed aside, revealing the lean muscle beneath his bandages, scars from the fight still fresh, red lines crossing his torso. She touched one tentatively, her fingers shy, tracing the ridge, eyes wide with concern and wonder. He pulled her bra down, exposing her fully, his mouth lowering to take a nipple between his lips, sucking gently, tongue swirling, feeling it harden under his attention. She moaned softly, her shyness melting into eagerness, hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.


Tentative hands exploring. 

Love guiding them to the bed.

They sank onto the thin mattress, the springs creaking under their weight. Vikram hovered over her, eyes locked on hers, searching for any doubt. Her breath quickened as he pressed close—his body aligning with hers, the hardness of his erection against her thigh through his pants, eager but not demanding. This was his first real sex — he had seen Malar nude once, a stolen glimpse that had burned him with shame and lust, and Malavika's breast he had felt briefly, her trick almost giving him a taste of what a woman's body felt like, but that was manipulation, cold. This was different — he was occupying her now, claiming with love, not force. Her skin was soft, warm, her curves yielding under his touch, and it felt right, pure, like home.
He struggled with her salwar drawstring, fingers clumsy in his eagerness, her shyness making her giggle nervously as she helped him untie it. 


The fabric slid down her legs, revealing her panties, damp with arousal, the dark patch visible. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling them off slowly, exposing her pussy — neat, dark curls framing pink lips, already glistening with wetness. 


She was shy, legs pressing together at first, but he gently parted them, his eagerness tempered by care, kissing her inner thigh, tasting her skin, feeling her tremble.



Her virginity a gift she gave willingly.

Vikram shed his pants, his cock springing free — hard, veined, throbbing with need, pre-cum beading at the tip. He positioned himself between her legs, eyes locked, one hand stroking her cheek. "If it hurts, tell me," he whispered. She nodded, shy but eager, her hands on his shoulders.


The first thrust came slow, careful — the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, feeling the tight resistance, her virgin folds parting reluctantly. He struggled to make entry — she was so tight, wet but unyielding, her gasp sharp as he pushed gently, inch by inch. "Relax," he murmured, kissing her lips to distract, one hand sliding between them to rub her clit in slow circles, easing her open. 


She whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his back as he finally slid deeper, the sensation overwhelming — warm, tight walls enveloping him, hugging every inch.


Her gasp turned to softening moans as he bottomed out, buried fully inside her, feeling her hymen give way with a sharp sting for her, blood trickling lightly. 


He paused, letting her adjust, his eagerness held in check by pure love, kissing her forehead, whispering "You're safe with me." She nodded, hips shifting experimentally, urging him on.


His rhythm gentle, building as she clung to him, their bodies finding a dance — slow thrusts at first, her pussy stretching around him, slick with her arousal, the wet sounds filling the room. 

He felt every inch — the tight grip, the warmth, the way she arched when he hit a spot that made her moan louder. No maniac — just love, his hands exploring her breasts, pinching nipples gently, mouth on her neck, building her pleasure.


Pleasure crested. Her gasps turned to cries, body tensing as her first orgasm washed over her — walls clenching around him, milking his cock. He couldn't hold back — thrust deeper, rhythm quickening, his release spilling deep inside her — loads of semen flowing, hot and thick, filling her until it leaked out, drying in sticky trails across her thighs.


They collapsed, breathless, skin to skin.

Trust held them there — naked and entwined. No shame. Just love.
Sleep claimed them as the rain tapped the roof.


Their first night — a seal of their bond, pure and fierce.




Vikram opened his eyes... a bit ... he saw people around .. he was in same chaos ground.. 

//Cut to Present Day - Chapter 1 - The Pull ///

Bharath loads his gun and ran towards him..... 

Vikram blinked twice.. as if his brain doesn't want the present day chaos.... the eyes shut going back to the day after he had sensual yet the gentle sex with his love Mirna.. The day he took her Virginity and sealed the love..