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Chapter 44: The Four Days & The World Shaking
That night, 8 PM.
Vikram and Malar lay exhausted under the thin bedsheet, bodies tangled, skin still slick with sweat and their shared release. His cock had slipped out of her long ago, but neither had moved to clean up. They slept deeply—limbs heavy, breathing slow—lost in the aftermath of rage, lust, and old love finally spoken aloud.
The phone rang.
Mirnaa’s name flashed on the screen.
They both jolted awake. Malar sat up quickly, eyes wide. “Mama… it’s very late. I should go.”
Vikram nodded, heart suddenly racing for a different reason. Malar slipped out of bed, gathered her clothes in silence, dressed fast, and left without another word—only a soft glance back at the door.
Vikram answered on the last ring.
“Mirnaa…”
Her voice came through—soft, tired, but warm.
“Hello, Vikram.”
Vikram: “Yes baby, how are you? How’s the day?”
Mirnaa: “Are you sleeping? Am I disturbing you?”
Vikram: “No no, just had a small nap after long work…”
Mirnaa: “Hmmm okay…”
Vikram realized something was off with her tone. He asked, “What’s bothering you?”
Mirnaa: “Vikram… I met the monster again.”
Vikram’s stomach dropped. “Why the fuck is he coming again and again?”
Mirnaa paused, surprised at his tone.
“He didn’t meet me or come to me. I just happened to meet him again… like a stranger!”
Vikram: “I don’t understand.”
Mirnaa: “He was attacked by someone. They put a cloth on his face from behind and beat him badly. He was lying on the floor, blood everywhere. I saw him at the place behind our event duty today…”
Vikram: “Oh.”
Mirnaa: “Guess what I did?”
Vikram smiled faintly, voice gentle. “You would have recovered him and got him admitted.”
Mirnaa: “How would I? He was a bad person, right?”
Vikram laughed—soft, warm. “I know my Mirnaa. She saved me when the whole crowd said I could be a bad person. You said ‘good or bad, we need to save.’ You would have done the same.”
Mirnaa’s voice softened, proud. “You understand me better than anyone. How did you know?”
“Won’t I know?” he said. “My own wife.”
They spoke for a while—lovely, small things. Her day, his “meetings,” how much they missed each other. She laughed softly at something he said. He smiled despite the heaviness in his chest.
They said goodnight.
He ended the call.
The panic lingered, but her trust soothed it—for now.
Next day…
The legal files were delivered to the resort—acquisition complete, land secured. Vikram finally relaxed. All pending work was done. Legal, clean (on paper).
He decided to call Malar for another session and further plan with her. He was in the mood to return to Chennai—a final fuck session, maybe, he thought.
He picked up the phone and dialed Malar.
She answered on the first ring.
“Mama…”
Vikram smiled. “Come back here. I miss you.”
Malar arrived within the hour.
Vikram told his plan about leaving.
But Malar’s face became dull.
Vikram: “What’s with that face?”
Malar hesitatingly asked, “Can you stay for 4 more days? You came here for a week, and I painted some plans in my head. And we just had 2 days sex and only 1 day with my way… The first one was sudden. Will you?”
Vikram laughed. Malar brought her face near his lips and seductively kissed him.
The plan was changed and he had to stay for 4 more days just to have regular sexual sessions with Malar.
Every day after that, the duo explored each other in ways they never could in childhood. The resort room became their secret world. They tried everything—her riding him slow and deep, him taking her from behind against the wall, her on all fours while he gripped her hips and fucked her hard, her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her until she cried out, tears mixing with moans. She cried sometimes—tears of release, of old pain, of love finally spoken. She told him everything: the nights she lay awake thinking of him, the guilt she carried, the fear she had that he hated her. He told her about the scars, the beatings, the years of rage that had turned him into someone he barely recognized. What they could not do in childhood, they did here—raw, desperate, healing.
Meanwhile, Krish was happy with the progress.
“The deal is locked,” he said over the phone. “You did it fast. But I still can’t tell you where Sekaran is. Not yet. Just know he’s safe—for now.”
Vikram didn’t push. He was too lost in Malar, too exhausted from the nights, too guilty every time Mirnaa’s name appeared on his screen.
Mirnaa was working peacefully at the hospital. She had been appointed as special nurse for a big-profile patient due to arrive in two days. The man was basically all healthy— but for unknown reasons, he was going to pretend unwell and stay there, the big shot was influential person in the city. She didn’t question it. She just did her job, sitting near him. Her duty: not to allow any outsiders inside.
Bharath, the next day (all happening on the same day), had a guest in his hospital room.
Aadharsh.
Aadharsh stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, voice low.
“I’m not aware of my men doing this,” he said. “They acted on their own. Forget it. Cooperate for a fresh deal.”
Bharath, bandaged and bruised, looked up at him with cold eyes.
“I’m still thinking,” he said. “But you should not have informed my department. Now even if I join you, all eyes will be on me. And that informer deserves more than a beating.”
Aadharsh nodded slowly. “Agreed. But you will find your way. I trust you. I have other things to focus on, someone took something i kept in my place.”
The three days calculatedly went.
But Mirnaa’s face—and the soft, heavy press of her breast against his face when she reached for the charger—did not erode from Bharath’s memory.
He closed his eyes and remembered the warmth, the jasmine scent, the way her blouse had molded to his lips for that one accidental second.
The fourth day arrived.
Vikram was unleashing all his rage on Malar. Malar sensed a change in him. He was aggressively fucking her hard. When she said “Mama, podhum” (it’s enough, stop), he continued.
Malar saw a new Vikram then.
They kissed, and he bit her lips aggressively. She slapped him and said, “Doing like this, won’t my husband find out?”
Vikram smirked.
Malar could not believe it, but she got cooled after some minute.
Cut to the hospital where Bharath was admitted.
The nurse gave him the discharge summary. Aadharsh had paid on behalf of him.
As soon as he came out, he went directly to the place where the event was held. He contacted the building manager and got hold of an organization number who organized the event. He started inquiring about the list of nurses who worked at the event.
However, the organizers said, “The event is linked to medical. The hospitals are specifically asked not to reveal staff names. So we randomly allotted it. All I can do is give you the hospital list where staff came from.”
Bharath got 15 hospital names in the list.
He resolved to find the woman who got back his urge after a long time.
Bharath was hurt by Manya’s split from him. Since then he was closed emotionally. He just fucked other women. But this woman, Mirnaa, seemed to be more special. She teased him. She worried about him not once but twice.
Bharath was determined to find her even if he had no name in hand now. He cannot forget her warm breasts and face.
Cut to the hospital where Mirna worked.
Mirna got back to her cabin to write her log and summary. She noticed her colleague was kissing a man who is not her husband. She was shocked first, before she warned. Then a phone call came. From conversation she realized the person on the phone was the man's wife.
The colleague said, “Go now. Let’s meet weekend.”
They hugged before leaving.
Mirnaa witnessed it. The colleague worried, came near her and tried to change conversation.
Mirnaa said, “How can you cheat your husband with another married woman?”
Colleague said, “See, that’s my personal.”
Mirnaa said, “I know your husband. He is a sweet person. I should tell him.”
Colleague said, “Fine, go ahead. He is not saint. He has been fucking other women around. See, just stay away from my personal. Don’t get into my zone.”
Mirnaa could not take this. What a cruel place, she thought.
She texted Vikram: “Are you arriving today…?”
Vikram texted back 20 minutes later: “Already packed.”
Mirnaa exhaled. The 7 days were too odd without him—that monster, this betrayal, and a fake case in hospital. She thought her world is shaking for 7 days without Vikram.
That night, 8 PM.
Vikram and Malar lay exhausted under the thin bedsheet, bodies tangled, skin still slick with sweat and their shared release. His cock had slipped out of her long ago, but neither had moved to clean up. They slept deeply—limbs heavy, breathing slow—lost in the aftermath of rage, lust, and old love finally spoken aloud.
The phone rang.
Mirnaa’s name flashed on the screen.
They both jolted awake. Malar sat up quickly, eyes wide. “Mama… it’s very late. I should go.”
Vikram nodded, heart suddenly racing for a different reason. Malar slipped out of bed, gathered her clothes in silence, dressed fast, and left without another word—only a soft glance back at the door.
Vikram answered on the last ring.
“Mirnaa…”
Her voice came through—soft, tired, but warm.
“Hello, Vikram.”
Vikram: “Yes baby, how are you? How’s the day?”
Mirnaa: “Are you sleeping? Am I disturbing you?”
Vikram: “No no, just had a small nap after long work…”
Mirnaa: “Hmmm okay…”
Vikram realized something was off with her tone. He asked, “What’s bothering you?”
Mirnaa: “Vikram… I met the monster again.”
Vikram’s stomach dropped. “Why the fuck is he coming again and again?”
Mirnaa paused, surprised at his tone.
“He didn’t meet me or come to me. I just happened to meet him again… like a stranger!”
Vikram: “I don’t understand.”
Mirnaa: “He was attacked by someone. They put a cloth on his face from behind and beat him badly. He was lying on the floor, blood everywhere. I saw him at the place behind our event duty today…”
Vikram: “Oh.”
Mirnaa: “Guess what I did?”
Vikram smiled faintly, voice gentle. “You would have recovered him and got him admitted.”
Mirnaa: “How would I? He was a bad person, right?”
Vikram laughed—soft, warm. “I know my Mirnaa. She saved me when the whole crowd said I could be a bad person. You said ‘good or bad, we need to save.’ You would have done the same.”
Mirnaa’s voice softened, proud. “You understand me better than anyone. How did you know?”
“Won’t I know?” he said. “My own wife.”
They spoke for a while—lovely, small things. Her day, his “meetings,” how much they missed each other. She laughed softly at something he said. He smiled despite the heaviness in his chest.
They said goodnight.
He ended the call.
The panic lingered, but her trust soothed it—for now.
Next day…
The legal files were delivered to the resort—acquisition complete, land secured. Vikram finally relaxed. All pending work was done. Legal, clean (on paper).
He decided to call Malar for another session and further plan with her. He was in the mood to return to Chennai—a final fuck session, maybe, he thought.
He picked up the phone and dialed Malar.
She answered on the first ring.
“Mama…”
Vikram smiled. “Come back here. I miss you.”
Malar arrived within the hour.
Vikram told his plan about leaving.
But Malar’s face became dull.
Vikram: “What’s with that face?”
Malar hesitatingly asked, “Can you stay for 4 more days? You came here for a week, and I painted some plans in my head. And we just had 2 days sex and only 1 day with my way… The first one was sudden. Will you?”
Vikram laughed. Malar brought her face near his lips and seductively kissed him.
The plan was changed and he had to stay for 4 more days just to have regular sexual sessions with Malar.
Every day after that, the duo explored each other in ways they never could in childhood. The resort room became their secret world. They tried everything—her riding him slow and deep, him taking her from behind against the wall, her on all fours while he gripped her hips and fucked her hard, her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her until she cried out, tears mixing with moans. She cried sometimes—tears of release, of old pain, of love finally spoken. She told him everything: the nights she lay awake thinking of him, the guilt she carried, the fear she had that he hated her. He told her about the scars, the beatings, the years of rage that had turned him into someone he barely recognized. What they could not do in childhood, they did here—raw, desperate, healing.
Meanwhile, Krish was happy with the progress.
“The deal is locked,” he said over the phone. “You did it fast. But I still can’t tell you where Sekaran is. Not yet. Just know he’s safe—for now.”
Vikram didn’t push. He was too lost in Malar, too exhausted from the nights, too guilty every time Mirnaa’s name appeared on his screen.
Mirnaa was working peacefully at the hospital. She had been appointed as special nurse for a big-profile patient due to arrive in two days. The man was basically all healthy— but for unknown reasons, he was going to pretend unwell and stay there, the big shot was influential person in the city. She didn’t question it. She just did her job, sitting near him. Her duty: not to allow any outsiders inside.
Bharath, the next day (all happening on the same day), had a guest in his hospital room.
Aadharsh.
Aadharsh stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, voice low.
“I’m not aware of my men doing this,” he said. “They acted on their own. Forget it. Cooperate for a fresh deal.”
Bharath, bandaged and bruised, looked up at him with cold eyes.
“I’m still thinking,” he said. “But you should not have informed my department. Now even if I join you, all eyes will be on me. And that informer deserves more than a beating.”
Aadharsh nodded slowly. “Agreed. But you will find your way. I trust you. I have other things to focus on, someone took something i kept in my place.”
The three days calculatedly went.
But Mirnaa’s face—and the soft, heavy press of her breast against his face when she reached for the charger—did not erode from Bharath’s memory.
He closed his eyes and remembered the warmth, the jasmine scent, the way her blouse had molded to his lips for that one accidental second.
The fourth day arrived.
Vikram was unleashing all his rage on Malar. Malar sensed a change in him. He was aggressively fucking her hard. When she said “Mama, podhum” (it’s enough, stop), he continued.
Malar saw a new Vikram then.
They kissed, and he bit her lips aggressively. She slapped him and said, “Doing like this, won’t my husband find out?”
Vikram smirked.
Malar could not believe it, but she got cooled after some minute.
Cut to the hospital where Bharath was admitted.
The nurse gave him the discharge summary. Aadharsh had paid on behalf of him.
As soon as he came out, he went directly to the place where the event was held. He contacted the building manager and got hold of an organization number who organized the event. He started inquiring about the list of nurses who worked at the event.
However, the organizers said, “The event is linked to medical. The hospitals are specifically asked not to reveal staff names. So we randomly allotted it. All I can do is give you the hospital list where staff came from.”
Bharath got 15 hospital names in the list.
He resolved to find the woman who got back his urge after a long time.
Bharath was hurt by Manya’s split from him. Since then he was closed emotionally. He just fucked other women. But this woman, Mirnaa, seemed to be more special. She teased him. She worried about him not once but twice.
Bharath was determined to find her even if he had no name in hand now. He cannot forget her warm breasts and face.
Cut to the hospital where Mirna worked.
Mirna got back to her cabin to write her log and summary. She noticed her colleague was kissing a man who is not her husband. She was shocked first, before she warned. Then a phone call came. From conversation she realized the person on the phone was the man's wife.
The colleague said, “Go now. Let’s meet weekend.”
They hugged before leaving.
Mirnaa witnessed it. The colleague worried, came near her and tried to change conversation.
Mirnaa said, “How can you cheat your husband with another married woman?”
Colleague said, “See, that’s my personal.”
Mirnaa said, “I know your husband. He is a sweet person. I should tell him.”
Colleague said, “Fine, go ahead. He is not saint. He has been fucking other women around. See, just stay away from my personal. Don’t get into my zone.”
Mirnaa could not take this. What a cruel place, she thought.
She texted Vikram: “Are you arriving today…?”
Vikram texted back 20 minutes later: “Already packed.”
Mirnaa exhaled. The 7 days were too odd without him—that monster, this betrayal, and a fake case in hospital. She thought her world is shaking for 7 days without Vikram.
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