Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife

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Chapter 37: Revenge 1 Completed - Vikram fucks Malavika


The 22nd branch of his Electronics was set to open in a bustling Chennai suburb, and the recruitment notice had drawn a flood of applicants. 

Vikram sat in the small office at the back of his first shop, flipping through resumes, when Mohan called.

“I shortlisted a few for manager,” Mohan said. “One couple applied together—experienced in sales. Have a look.”
Vikram opened the file.
His blood ran cold.
Malavika.
Kaushik.

The names stared back at him like ghosts from a nightmare he thought he’d buried.
Mohan saw the names on the shared screen and his face turned serious.

“Vikram… I didn’t realize they were from the past. Don’t do this. You’ve built a peaceful life. Mirnaa. The shops. Don’t disrupt it for them.”
Vikram’s jaw tightened. The ring flashed in his mind—Malar’s betrayal, but Malavika’s had cut deeper. Her affair with Kaushik, framing him, ruining his job, his trust.

“I need to see them,” he said quietly. “Just… see.”
Mohan shook his head. “No, I won’t allow it.”
Vikram’s voice dropped. “It’s me who received the hurt.”
Mohan exhaled heavily. “It may be fun or revenge for you… but when it asks back, it’ll be costly. Be careful.”


The interview was set for that afternoon.
Malavika and Kaushik were surprised when the peon said both could go in.
Malavika walked in first—still beautiful, sharp eyes, tight blouse hugging her curves, saree dbangd low on her hips. Kaushik followed—older now, forty-plus, lines on his face, but the same arrogant tilt to his chin.


They froze when they saw Vikram behind the desk.
Malavika’s face paled. “You…”
Kaushik shifted uneasily. “This is a mistake.”
Vikram leaned back, smile cold.
“Sit.”

They didn’t move.
Malavika’s eyes narrowed. “We won’t find work here. Let’s go, Kaushik.”
She turned for the door.
Vikram’s voice stopped her.
“I’ll offer you the job. Both of you. Manager positions. Good pay.”



They turned slowly.
Kaushik frowned. “Why?”


Vikram asked back, “Why do you need this job? Why have you applied?”
Kaushik exhaled, defeated. “Better pay. Financial difficulties—court fees, maintenance to my first wife, 10K every month. We have a kid now. Struggling to stay together. This job… it’s our last hope.”


Vikram smiled faintly. “That’s the same reason I’m hiring.”
Kaushik looked surprised. “Glad you don’t hold anything against us. We’ve been searching together for months. Low pays, rejections. I’m sorry… we paid for what we did to you.”
Vikram’s eyes locked on Malavika.
“Won’t you sit, Malavika?”
She sat—slowly, wary.

Vikram continued. “What’s your expected pay?”
Malavika answered quickly. “If there’s only one managerial position, give it to one of us. 30K is fine. And you can take the other for any vacant position. We both need 50K monthly.”
Vikram nodded. “I can’t give the manager position to both. I can give you supervisor of stock behind the company at 25K, and Malavika sales head at 20K.”
Kaushik jumped. “That’s enough.”

Vikram asked, “Why do you need 50K?”
Kaushik looked down. “I have a loan of 3 lakhs—10K EMI. Maintenance 10K. House rent 15K. Kid expenses, other bills 10K. 5K savings, maybe.”



Vikram leaned forward.
“You said something like you’re paying for what you did to me.”
Kaushik put his face down.
Vikram continued. “Think your burdens are no more. You both need to start fresh—without lies, without manipulations, without framing, without secrets. Just start that from tomorrow.”

Malavika and Kaushik looked up, stunned.
“Sure,” they said together.
Vikram stressed, “If you can promise… I can give you 4 lakhs right away. Settle the 3-lakh loan, buy good clothes for both of you, take care of the kid.”


Malavika’s eyes filled. “We promise. Thank you… thank you…”
Vikram wrote the cheque for 4 lakhs and placed it on the table.
“But,” he said quietly, “under one condition.”

The rage boiled inside him—years of humiliation, the framing, the laughter behind his back. He wanted revenge. Now.
Malavika crossed her arms, breasts rising with the motion. “What condition?”
Vikram stood.
“Follow me.”

They drove in silence—Vikram’s car to the old house, the place where it all started. Where Vikram was framed.
Inside the empty bedroom—dusty sheets, dim light—Vikram turned.


Kaushik sensed it first. “What is this?”
Vikram asked if he had any nylon rope.
Kaushik, trembling, found one in a drawer and handed it over.
“Tie him to the chair.”
Malavika’s eyes widened. “No.”


“Do it,” Vikram said, voice low and dangerous. “Or no job. No money.”
Kaushik realized. “What we did was wrong. Asking my wife for this is immoral.”
Vikram’s eyes flashed. “Framing me was immoral. Punishing me was immoral. Let’s forget everything. I need her today. Once I’m done, the job is yours. The cash is yours.”
He placed the cheque on the table.

Malavika recalled Vikrams statement “. You both need to start fresh—without lies, without manipulations, without framing, without secrets. Just start that from tomorrow.” and asked why you said this when you were gonna force us this way..

Vikram laughed.. Yes , you both need to start fresh.. With me in a new relationship, i have not manipulated you its straight deal and without framing, I have not framed you too. Without secrets, we wont have any secrets, he will know when i had sex with you. The only difference is when I said I want you to start tomorrow but it came early today…


Malavika, resolute, tied Kaushik to the chair—wrists, ankles—her hands shaking.
Kaushik struggled. “Don’t do this.”


Vikram ignored him. His eyes were on Malavika.
“Undress.”

She hesitated—then obeyed. Saree slipped to the floor, blouse unbuttoned, bra unhooked. Her body was fuller now—breasts heavy, hips wider from motherhood, but still the curves that had haunted him.


Vikram pushed her onto the bed.
No gentleness here.
He unleashed.


He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head with one iron grip. His free hand yanked her panties aside, fingers plunging into her—two at first, thrusting hard, scissoring to stretch her open. She gasped, body arching involuntarily, wetness betraying her despite the fear.


“You framed me,” he snarled, mouth crashing onto her neck—biting hard, sucking bruises into her skin. “Ruined everything.”

She moaned—pain and unwanted pleasure mixing. “Vikram… please…”

He flipped her onto her stomach—ass up, face down. Slapped her cheeks hard—red welts blooming instantly. Again. Harder. She yelped, body jolting.


Kaushik watched, horrified. “Stop!”
Vikram ignored him. He freed his cock—thick, veined, raging hard. No condom. He rammed into her from behind—deep, brutal, hips slamming against her ass with skin-slapping force. Each thrust was vengeance—stretching her pussy wide, filling her completely, balls smacking her clit like punishment.

She screamed—clenching around him, body betraying her fully. “Oh god… it hurts… don’t stop…”



He obliged. Pulled her hair, arching her back like a bow. Thrust faster, deeper, hand wrapping around her throat—squeezing just enough to make her gasp ragged, pulse racing under his fingers.

“You used me like a fool,” he growled, pounding relentlessly, sweat dripping onto her back. “Now feel this.”

Her orgasm hit like a storm—walls spasming around him, juices squirting onto the sheets, a high wail escaping her throat.


He didn’t stop. Flipped her over—legs over his shoulders, driving in again. Missionary, but savage—grinding against her clit with every brutal slam, hand pinching her nipples hard, twisting until she cried out.


Kaushik sobbed. “Please…”


Vikram came with a primal roar—deep inside her, hot ropes flooding her pussy, spilling out as he thrust through it, marking her completely.
Malavika lay spent—body trembling, marked with bites, welts, cum leaking from her swollen folds.


Minutes later, Vikram caught his breath. Pulled up his pants.
“Call Suresh,” he said coldly.
Malavika’s eyes widened, hoarse. “Why?”
“Do it.”

She dialed with trembling hands.
Suresh arrived—confused at first, then furious when he saw Kaushik tied, Malavika naked on the bed.
Vikram nodded to the bed.
“Fuck her.”


Suresh didn’t hesitate. The old betrayal burned fresh.
He mounted her—rough, fast, thrusting deep while she moaned again, body responding despite exhaustion. Kaushik watched, utterly broken, tears streaming.
Revenge complete.


Vikram walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower.
The rage still burned deep.
He hit the tiled wall—once, twice, three times, four—fist splitting open, blood mixing with water. The pain grounded him. Cleared his head.
When he came out, towel around his waist, Malavika was curled on the bed, broken. Suresh had left without a word.

Vikram dressed slowly.
He looked at her.
“I sent an email confirming your position,” he said quietly. “Monthly twice.”
He winked—cold, final.

He untied Kaushik.
Kaushik slumped, sobbing.
Vikram looked down at him.

“I’m not this type,” he said. “You guys changed me.”
Outside, he breathed deep.
The past was done.
Or so he thought.

Maybe he had just found one body to unleash his heat on—while staying gentle with Mirnaa.
The smirk from the applicant notice returned—but darker now.
He didn’t know yet how much more was coming.


But for the first time in years, the rage felt… satisfied.
At least for tonight.