Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife

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Chapter 32: Who is Bharath?


The morning light filtered through the lodge window, soft and golden, painting the small room where Vikram and Mirna had spent their first night together. The rain had stopped, leaving only the scent of wet earth and the lingering smell of them — sweat, sex, her shampoo. 

Vikram woke first, his arm still dbangd over Mirna’s waist, her back curled against his chest. She was breathing slow and even, naked under the thin sheet, one leg tangled with his, one breast exposed in the loose fold of fabric, nipple soft and dark against her skin.

He watched her — awe, tenderness, and a slight panic flickering in his chest. She’s real. She’s mine. She stayed.

Mirna stirred, eyes fluttering open. She blinked at him, then looked down at their naked bodies, sheet barely covering her hips. A deep blush spread across her cheeks. She pulled the sheet up shyly, covering herself, but her smile was soft, shy, happy.

They had no intent of immediate sex — last night had been magic, and they just wanted to realize it, to feel it settle. They just cuddled — her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his fingers tracing slow circles on her back.

The first "good morning" kiss came naturally — slow, sleepy, lips brushing, then parting, tongues touching gently. It deepened until they both pulled back, breathless, foreheads resting together, smiling like children who discovered something secret.

They got up — awkward at first. She wrapped the sheet around herself like a shield, he turned away to give her privacy, even though they’d been fully naked just hours ago. They laughed at the shyness — quiet, shared giggles.

Shower Time together!! Yes — hot but innocent. 

The small bathroom steamed up quickly. Water cascaded over them as they soaped each other’s backs — his hands gentle on her shoulders, hers tentative on his chest, tracing old scars and new bruises. 

Soap slipped, they laughed when it got in their eyes. First time seeing each other fully in daylight — her curves, his lean frame, the way water ran down her breasts, over her stomach, between her thighs. Their eyes met, melted, frequent kisses — lip to lip, hot, lingering, tongues dancing under the spray. No sex — just touch, exploration, closeness. They rinsed, dried each other slowly, towels lingering on skin, hands brushing sensitive places, breaths hitching.


The rain had stopped. The collapsed bridge was temporarily cleared by adding a rope bridge — villagers had worked through the night. They vacated the room, walked to the other end of the road, caught a bus, and reached their town in one hour.



After dropping their things, they walked to the temple — prayers whispered, hands clasped, heads bowed before the flame. A quiet promise before returning to the church.


Meanwhile, Aadharsh and Bharath had a fallout.

Bharath had helped Krish — quietly, efficiently — and Krish had gone back to Dubai with Swathi. Aadharsh now knew Bharath was his enemy. His hold on Sekaran’s network was gone. The enemies of Sekaran and Aadharsh had no other go but to stop their network for some time — years, perhaps. 


Aadharsh couldn’t crack Sekaran’s system, and as a result, enmity formed between Bharath and Aadharsh.

Aadharsh doesn't know it was Vikram who saved Sam, it was Vikram who was behind the Sekaran’s system..

In their office.. Mukesh — Aadharsh’s partner — sat across from him, cigarette burning low.

“Who is Bharath, is he that important?” Mukesh asked.

 “For your network to expand here? Into the dark market? 
Aadharsh nodded silently 


If so, do we have any weak points on him? What does our intel say?” So that we can press that to make him form an alliance with us..

Aadharsh leaned back, eyes hard. Yes we may have one..
Mukesh said just tell me the full story.. 

“About Bharath… I don’t know where to start. This guy is complex. But let me tell you in short.”

He exhaled smoke slowly.

“Bharath’s father runs a big empire . Bharath doesn’t eye money then he is like taking over fathers company is easy standing on own is what he visioned... Back in college, he loved a woman — Manya. She was his father’s friend’s daughter. Friend in the sense they went to the same college, but rank. Her father was just a managerial role in one sector of Bharath’s father’s empire holding company.”

“Bharath loved the cop job. He went on to become one. Another reason he doesn’t like his father’s empire — he wanted to stand on his own. The love continued. One day it came into the picture — both families were shocked. Manya’s father gave the green signal, trusting the friendship. Bharath’s father didn’t approve — for friendship’s sake, he left them and even arranged a marriage for Manya with one of his company employees.”


“Manya was shattered. Family pressure — she succumbed. So did Bharath. He couldn’t fight then. He was honest, a good person, loving, family-friendly. He absolutely had no wrong thoughts.”

“Bharath was forced into marriage the same week after Manya’s marriage. He married into a rich family and he absolutely hates her. Both families — the rich one he got into and his own — pressured him to leave the security officer job and come to take over the company, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have sex with her for long.” He always suspected his wife’s family for the marriage pressure as a reason he stayed away from her..

“At one point he realized it was his wife’s family that kept pushing things — which made him split from Manya. To revenge, he orchestrated a thing. Invited his colleague security officer into home. His security officer friend is unaware of the intention of Bharath.. He quickly befriend Bharath's wife. He initially planned to project his colleague and his wife into an affair by taking a few photos of their casual closeness. But to his surprise, the affair turned real.”

“He hated someone crossing his boundary… even though he hated his wife. He decided. He took pictures of affair and went to that colleague's home and managed the colleague’s wife to bed him for revenge, he let out his full aggression there on her.. that's when Bharath turned from good to something he is now. Bharath turning dark started there.”


“Soon he exposed her affair.. Family broken. Bharath’s father and mother were shocked — they didn’t know it was Bharath’s plan. Bharath liked the pain of them. He is deliberately involved in scam and dark business just to irritate them. What started as small… his network grew big. He has every intel, every move, and he is a great asset for connections. Him being a cop and linked to all resources is a great plus.”



Mukesh leaned forward. “Did he join with Manya?”

Aadharsh shook his head. “No. Manya did hate her husband, but over a year his love won her over. She truly started loving him. As a symbol of love, they had a kid — a boy. But… Manya’s husband got into an accident and she thinks it was Bharath or his family doing. But it was a genuine accident. Bharath never had the courage to meet her again.”



“Bharath’s father and mother now feel things could have been better if they married Bharath to Manya. Too late,” he said.




Mukesh asked, “What is Bharath doing now?”

Aadharsh said who knows? Right now he irritates us by helping Krish and my father.. An alliance with him is a question for now.



Cut to Calcutta//

Somewhere in Calcutta, the dim bedroom of a modest two-story house echoed with raw, animalistic cries that pierced the humid night air. The bed—a cheap wooden frame with a sagging mattress—creaked and groaned like it was on the verge of collapse, protesting under the relentless force of Bharath's assault. 

The woman beneath him, a curvaceous housewife in her late twenties named Priya, lay sprawled on her back, her floral-printed saree torn/disheveled and hiked up to her waist, the fabric torn at the seams from his impatient yanks. 

Her legs were splayed wide, thighs quivering, ankles hooked around Bharath's muscular back as he mounted her like a predator claiming its prey—hard, unforgiving, every thrust a punishing slam that drove her deeper into the sheets.

Bharath's body was a machine of aggression: sweat-slicked skin glistening under the single flickering bulb, his broad shoulders flexing as he gripped her hips with bruising force, fingernails digging into her soft flesh to hold her in place. He pounded into her with savage intensity, his thick cock—sheathed in a thin condom—plunging deep and withdrawing almost fully before ramming back in, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room like rhythmic thunder. 

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, her full breasts bouncing wildly beneath her unbuttoned blouse, nipples hard and erect from the mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. The feel of him was brutal—his girth stretching her tight pussy to its limits, the friction raw and unyielding, every vein on his shaft dragging against her inner walls, forcing gasps and moans from her throat that bordered on screams.

"Oh no… coming… I’m coming… Bharath thanksssss…" Priya wailed, her voice breaking into a high-pitched sob as her orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched off the bed, toes curling, inner muscles clenching around him like a vice, milking his cock in desperate spasms. Juices slicked her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them, the air thick with the musky scent of her arousal mixed with his sweat. 

But Bharath didn't slow—he growled low in his throat, thrusting even harder, deeper, his hips snapping forward with such force that the headboard banged against the wall, cracking the plaster.



Tied to a wooden chair in the corner, her husband—Raj, a scrawny office clerk in his thirties—watched in wide-eyed panic, his wrists and ankles bound with thick nylon thread that bit into his skin. His face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes darting between his wife's writhing form and the intruder who had burst into their home hours earlier. He strained against the restraints, muffled whimpers escaping the gag in his mouth, but he couldn't look away—forced to witness every degrading detail: the way Priya's hands clawed at Bharath's back, leaving red welts; the obscene squelch of their bodies colliding; the triumphant smirk on Bharath's face as he dominated her completely.



Raj’s only mistake was he crossed Bharath.. He disobeyed him not in duty but in deal..


Priya, lost in the haze of her climax, turned her head toward her husband, eyes glassy with lust. "You are 1000 times better than my husband… but why don’t you do without condoms.. Mr. Bharath?" she gasped, her voice hoarse, body still shuddering from aftershocks.


Bharath smirked, his rhythm never faltering—each thrust a deliberate act of conquest, his balls slapping against her ass with audible smacks. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, one hand wrapping around her throat just tight enough to make her gasp sharper, her pulse racing under his fingers. "Bitch, my skin touches only the persons I love," he snarled, squeezing her breast roughly, pinching the nipple until she yelped. Then, glancing at the bound husband with cold amusement, he added, "And this is what happens when you cross me—your wife screaming on my cock while you watch like the pathetic worm you are."


He drove into her one final time—harder than before, burying himself to the hilt, grinding against her clit until she convulsed again, another orgasm tearing through her, her cries echoing off the walls.

Bharath pulled out abruptly, ripping off the condom and stroking himself furiously over her stomach, ropes of hot cum splattering across her heaving breasts and belly, marking her as his in front of her helpless husband. 

The room fell silent except for Priya's ragged breaths and Raj's muffled sobs.


The visuals were extremely opposite to what Vikram had shared with Mirnaa—gentle, loving sex built on trust and tenderness. 



Bharath's was a storm of dominance, aggression, and calculated humiliation, leaving no room for mercy.




//Cut to Kerala

Mirna and Vikram arrived at the church. Everyone was silent.
The nun stood there.
Mirna asked, “What happened?”
Nun said, “Shiney arrived. She wanted to call off your marriage.”
Vikram puzzled. “Who is Shiney?”
Mirna’s tears rolled. “Call off marriage? Why?”


Nun struggled to answer…