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Chapter 41: Vikram Panics - Mirna knows the Good Man is a Henchman
Vikram and Malar were still embracing—nude, sweat-slicked, breathing heavy. His cock remained inside her, softening slowly, their bodies pressed tight in the aftermath. Semen leaked from her, dripping onto the sheets beneath them.
Vikram shifted, turned to lie beside her. He slid out gently—his cock slick with their juices, still half-hard, glistening. He pulled her close, arm around her waist, both of them catching their breath.
That’s when he noticed it.
A small shadow near the door—below the gap, shifting slightly, blocking a sliver of hallway light.
Vikram smiled victoriously to himself.
So Vicky is watching.
He leaned in, whispered to Malar, “Come on top of me.”
Malar shook her head weakly, voice hoarse. “No… I’m still out of it… my body’s shaking.”
Vikram’s hand tightened on her hip. “Your husband may enter now. I want you to cooperate with me.”
Malar’s eyes met his—tired, conflicted. “Mama, you’ve done everything. Enough. If you want to have sex with me, call me. I’ll give you my number. I’ll come to you wherever you are. But don’t do this.”
Vikram’s voice lowered. “Why do you worry about your marriage breaking up?”
She looked away. “No, mama. I worry about you. You came all the way here. You’re earning, you have status, you’re good… don’t turn into an animal.”
Vikram felt the care in her warning—like a ghost of the old Malar, the one who once loved him. It stung. But the rage was still there, hot and hungry.
He exhaled, released her hip. “Okay.”
He thought: All Vicky needs to know is we were at least nude. That I conquered her.
He smirked.
Twenty minutes later, Malar sat up. “Mama, my kid will come home soon. I should go.”
Vikram stopped her. “No. Wait.”
He was expecting Vicky’s presence—waiting for him to burst in, rage, fight, break. But the shadow stayed silent. No knock. No shout.
Vikram frowned. “Your husband came already. I was expecting him.”
Malar shook her head. “No. He won’t come. I’m sure. If he was here, do you think he would leave me simply fucking you?”
Vikram stared at her. Then: “Okay. At least talk with me for some time.”
Malar said strictly, “No.”
Vikram tried again. “Why? No one to take care of him or pick up your son?”
She said, “No. Vicky is there.”
Vikram said, “Then call and enquire.”
Malar sighed, took her phone, dialed Vicky.
Malar: Where are you did you picked our son
Vicky answered: “I’m home, yes i picked him on time.. How long is the business talk? Come soon.”
Vikram didn’t believe it. He decided to make her stay.
“At least bath yourself and go later. If you go now, everyone will smell.”
Malar hesitated. “Okay.”
But to delay time, Vikram stood, pulled her up with him, led her to the bathroom.
He entered the shower along with her.
Numerous kisses—hard, possessive—under the hot water. His hands everywhere: squeezing her breasts, fingers sliding between her legs again, making her gasp. He turned her around, pressed her against the tiled wall, entered her from behind—standing fuck, water cascading over them, his thrusts deep and relentless. She moaned, hands braced on the wall, head thrown back.
Another hour slipped away.
Almost 6:30 p.m.
Vikram brought her out—still nude, dripping wet—and fell on her for a second round on the bed. This time Malar came actively. She smiled, pushed him down. “Mama, wait. Let me at least play with you.”
She took his penis in her mouth—slow, deep, eyes locked on his. Her tongue swirled, lips tight, sucking him back to full hardness.
As she worked him, the phone rang.
It was Mirnaa.
Vikram panicked—froze. He slightly pushed Malar’s head off his cock.
She looked up, surprised.
Vikram answered, voice strained. “Hello?”
Mirnaa’s voice came through—soft, tired. “Vikram, how was your day?”
He swallowed hard. Malar watched him, still kneeling between his legs, lips wet.
“It’s tough,” he said. “So much work…”
Malar smiled faintly—knowing.
Vikram couldn’t even look at Mirnaa’s name on the screen. He just gulped his saliva. Lies after lies to Mirnaa.
She continued: “I missed you… especially today. I met a person who is a monster. I feel panic, the moment i know about him”
Vikram’s base shook. “Monster?”
Mirnaa answered, “Yes. At first I thought him to be a hero, but I figured out he is a henchman. I hate people like them to the core.”
Vikram’s voice blacked for a second. “What?”
Mirnaa: “Vikram? Vikram, are you there?”
His hand grabbed a piece of cloth to cover himself before he spoke. He actually struggled to find words.
Good man to henchman… did Mirnaa find out something?
Mirnaa till now has no idea that Vikram was once a Henchman, working in a dark world. All she knows about Vikram is , he is a good man and once an engineer and worked as a driver.. before becoming a business man..
Will ,my cover blow.. Will she hate me? The question disturbed Vikram !!
Vikram and Malar were still embracing—nude, sweat-slicked, breathing heavy. His cock remained inside her, softening slowly, their bodies pressed tight in the aftermath. Semen leaked from her, dripping onto the sheets beneath them.
Vikram shifted, turned to lie beside her. He slid out gently—his cock slick with their juices, still half-hard, glistening. He pulled her close, arm around her waist, both of them catching their breath.
That’s when he noticed it.
A small shadow near the door—below the gap, shifting slightly, blocking a sliver of hallway light.
Vikram smiled victoriously to himself.
So Vicky is watching.
He leaned in, whispered to Malar, “Come on top of me.”
Malar shook her head weakly, voice hoarse. “No… I’m still out of it… my body’s shaking.”
Vikram’s hand tightened on her hip. “Your husband may enter now. I want you to cooperate with me.”
Malar’s eyes met his—tired, conflicted. “Mama, you’ve done everything. Enough. If you want to have sex with me, call me. I’ll give you my number. I’ll come to you wherever you are. But don’t do this.”
Vikram’s voice lowered. “Why do you worry about your marriage breaking up?”
She looked away. “No, mama. I worry about you. You came all the way here. You’re earning, you have status, you’re good… don’t turn into an animal.”
Vikram felt the care in her warning—like a ghost of the old Malar, the one who once loved him. It stung. But the rage was still there, hot and hungry.
He exhaled, released her hip. “Okay.”
He thought: All Vicky needs to know is we were at least nude. That I conquered her.
He smirked.
Twenty minutes later, Malar sat up. “Mama, my kid will come home soon. I should go.”
Vikram stopped her. “No. Wait.”
He was expecting Vicky’s presence—waiting for him to burst in, rage, fight, break. But the shadow stayed silent. No knock. No shout.
Vikram frowned. “Your husband came already. I was expecting him.”
Malar shook her head. “No. He won’t come. I’m sure. If he was here, do you think he would leave me simply fucking you?”
Vikram stared at her. Then: “Okay. At least talk with me for some time.”
Malar said strictly, “No.”
Vikram tried again. “Why? No one to take care of him or pick up your son?”
She said, “No. Vicky is there.”
Vikram said, “Then call and enquire.”
Malar sighed, took her phone, dialed Vicky.
Malar: Where are you did you picked our son
Vicky answered: “I’m home, yes i picked him on time.. How long is the business talk? Come soon.”
Vikram didn’t believe it. He decided to make her stay.
“At least bath yourself and go later. If you go now, everyone will smell.”
Malar hesitated. “Okay.”
But to delay time, Vikram stood, pulled her up with him, led her to the bathroom.
He entered the shower along with her.
Numerous kisses—hard, possessive—under the hot water. His hands everywhere: squeezing her breasts, fingers sliding between her legs again, making her gasp. He turned her around, pressed her against the tiled wall, entered her from behind—standing fuck, water cascading over them, his thrusts deep and relentless. She moaned, hands braced on the wall, head thrown back.
Another hour slipped away.
Almost 6:30 p.m.
Vikram brought her out—still nude, dripping wet—and fell on her for a second round on the bed. This time Malar came actively. She smiled, pushed him down. “Mama, wait. Let me at least play with you.”
She took his penis in her mouth—slow, deep, eyes locked on his. Her tongue swirled, lips tight, sucking him back to full hardness.
As she worked him, the phone rang.
It was Mirnaa.
Vikram panicked—froze. He slightly pushed Malar’s head off his cock.
She looked up, surprised.
Vikram answered, voice strained. “Hello?”
Mirnaa’s voice came through—soft, tired. “Vikram, how was your day?”
He swallowed hard. Malar watched him, still kneeling between his legs, lips wet.
“It’s tough,” he said. “So much work…”
Malar smiled faintly—knowing.
Vikram couldn’t even look at Mirnaa’s name on the screen. He just gulped his saliva. Lies after lies to Mirnaa.
She continued: “I missed you… especially today. I met a person who is a monster. I feel panic, the moment i know about him”
Vikram’s base shook. “Monster?”
Mirnaa answered, “Yes. At first I thought him to be a hero, but I figured out he is a henchman. I hate people like them to the core.”
Vikram’s voice blacked for a second. “What?”
Mirnaa: “Vikram? Vikram, are you there?”
His hand grabbed a piece of cloth to cover himself before he spoke. He actually struggled to find words.
Good man to henchman… did Mirnaa find out something?
Mirnaa till now has no idea that Vikram was once a Henchman, working in a dark world. All she knows about Vikram is , he is a good man and once an engineer and worked as a driver.. before becoming a business man..
Will ,my cover blow.. Will she hate me? The question disturbed Vikram !!
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