04-02-2026, 11:58 PM
Chapter 45: Love Wins
It was 2 PM in the afternoon.
Vikram had just typed a message to Mirnaa — “Leaving now, home by night. Miss you” — when Malar, still nude, hugged him from behind. Her breasts pressed soft and warm against his back, arms wrapping around his waist.
“I will be missing you…” she whispered.
Vikram turned in her embrace, looked down at her. “Anyhow we cannot continue, right?”
He kissed her — solid, deep, possessive — for a full five minutes. Tongues tangled, hands roaming, a last taste of everything they’d reclaimed in these four days.
He pulled back. “Let me get ready. It’ll take 6 hours to reach my place.”
Malar nodded. “Okay, mama. Wait for one hour. I’ll get Vicky here. Speak with him one more time. If you are serious about helping me set up a business here with your electronics shop, it would be helpful.”
Vikram smiled faintly. “You need not say it. I have the agreements ready. All you have to do is sign. If you want, you can take Vicky’s name. I left the name places empty for you to decide.”
Malar’s eyes softened. “Thanks.”
She urged him to wait, dressed quickly, and left.
Vikram took a hot shower. The water ran over his scars — the ones Malar had touched, the ones she had caused inside. He knew he had to go back to Chennai. He had avenged the humiliations, tasted the love he wished for in childhood. The memories were enough, he told himself.
He bathed, dressed perfectly — crisp shirt, pants, watch — then packed all his stuff. Forty minutes later, everything was in the car.
He saw Malar and Vicky coming in on the bike.
He got out.
Malar’s face was pale, unhappy. Vicky stood behind her, silent, arms crossed.
“So you started?” Malar asked.
Vikram nodded. “Yes.”
Malar said, “We just came to send you off.”
Vikram looked at the folder in his hand. “You or Vicky need to sign the agreement.”
Malar shook her head. “No need. We decided not to take this.”
Vicky asked, “Why?”
Malar smiled faintly. “No. You have done enough.”
Vikram couldn’t understand. Vicky stood aside, silent, letting them talk.
Vikram said, “Let me talk to Vicky. You stay here.”
He walked to Vicky.
Vikram looked around — people nearby. “People are here. Come, let’s talk in my car. One 10-minute man-to-man talk.”
Vicky hesitated, then followed.
Inside the car, door closed, Vikram turned to him.
“Why is Malar saying you guys are not interested in the deal? Agreement?”
Vicky said, “We are not interested.”
Vikram said, “I know Malar is interested. It’s only you. Let me explain how this business works…”
Vikram talked — examples, profits, how it would help her family. Vicky listened, silent.
Vikram lost patience. He really wanted to help Malar. But Vicky was blocking it.
He finally uttered, “I know you are stopping me from helping Malar because you witnessed us. You are revenging. You are doing this to cause tension between us.”
Vicky finally opened his mouth. “That could be one. But that’s not the only reason.”
Vikram furiously, “That is the reason.” In anger he said, “Years back you humiliated me, stole my Malar from me. And I did the same to you back. Agree that you got defeated by me.”
“Okay, leave it. What you did to me, I gave you back. Let’s forget all. Just let’s start fresh. It’s for Malar and her family. Please understand.”
Vicky interjected. “I know you two had sex. I realized on day 1 when I came back to get her. But there is nothing like you defeated me. Even now I have won.”
Vikram was confused. “Are you blabbering?”
Vicky said, “No. And one correction. What I did and what you did are different.”
“I wanted to tell this: what you think I did to you came back to me. Then what you did will come back to you.”
Vikram irritated, “Are you suggesting someone else will steal my wife?” He raised his hand in rage.
Vicky smiled. “You got irritated by this — by a mere example. What you did to my Malar, what should I do?”
Vikram took back his hand. They stayed silent for a few minutes.
Vicky continued.
“I had sex with my would-be years back. You came in and watched us. Yes, the thrill of someone watching made me blabber, but I didn’t plan it. Back then she was alone. She struggled to send you money. I helped her. We became friends. Slowly she fell for me and we crossed lines earlier.”
“So basically, I was claiming a woman who was rightfully mine. What you did is stealing someone else’s wife. Even if she had loved you, it means I have taken someone’s lover — not wife. Both have a difference.”
Vikram was stunned by the answer. He asked, are you Telling me I was at fault right from the first?”
Vicky said, “Perspective. If I fill your shoes, maybe I was the villain. If you wear mine, it could be love and nothing else.”
Vikram smiled — his anger turned into something else, a buzz-off mode. He asked, “From when have you been like this? I could see a new you. Unlike the arrogant Vicky when we were small.”
Vicky asked him, “Have you ever seen your wife masturbating herself?”
Vikram stunned. “No. Why?”
“I have seen.”
Vicky took a deep breath.
“I have seen Malar doing it. It was ashamed of myself when she was doing it. As a husband and her man I failed her. I won’t say I’m bad at bed, but I’m not enough for her needs. I have been harsh to her — not to hide my level, but in fear, to keep her in check. I feared what if someone stole her. I panicked when you arrived. Hmm, and it happened like I feared. I could not control it. Every woman has a need — some keep it to themselves, some go out for pleasure. Your revenge game made her do it. But I saw her face. She was happy. She is experiencing something new. I was equally happy as I was equally furious and ashamed. I felt like a loser.”
Vikram said, “So is this why you don’t want to take the business?”
“Not actually!”
Vikram asked, “So that day when you saw in the door, why didn’t you come in and fight with me? You already considered yourself a loser.”
Vicky smiled. “No. I feared for the respect. What if she saw me watching her? She won’t give me respect. She will treat me bad. At least when she doesn’t know that I know, the fear of getting caught will at least keep me in bay and withhold my respect. All those thoughts were with me. But everything changed today.”
Vikram asked, “What is that?”
“Today she asked me to accompany her so that you will sign the deal. I said no. She asked why. I said, Malar, all these days I failed you. But today I hope I don’t want to get this help and prove my worth. Whatever little I can get, I will get that on my own and will take care of you and son. I wholeheartedly said, trust me, I will do it for you. She knows I’m broken, I have not having any fancy money like you. All I had is love and hope and she chose me. She said okay nga. That’s enough. Love wins. Now tell me — would I take this opportunity and diminish a chance of proving the worth of love by myself?”
Vikram relaxed. He realized Malar seems to love Vicky more. His way of method, she is getting fall on me.
He understandingly said, “That’s okay Vicky. I got it now. Best wishes. But consider me as your well-wisher. If there is a need, call me.”
Vicky just smiled. Then he continued, “And about your wife? I have never seen her. It would be harsh to mention about her indirectly. What I mean is this — like my wife once said you in bed. Women have needs too. It may not be case of sidelined. It may be due to their fear of what if my loved one mistakes me. So they would generally go out… to get themselves satisfied. Whatever extent they go, when they have deep love they will come back to us.”
Vikram listened to his blabbering. But it had a truth maybe! It’s just Vicky’s story…
They didn’t say goodbye. They just glared at each other.
Vikram’s vehicle rode through the highway for Chennai.
It was 2 PM in the afternoon.
Vikram had just typed a message to Mirnaa — “Leaving now, home by night. Miss you” — when Malar, still nude, hugged him from behind. Her breasts pressed soft and warm against his back, arms wrapping around his waist.
“I will be missing you…” she whispered.
Vikram turned in her embrace, looked down at her. “Anyhow we cannot continue, right?”
He kissed her — solid, deep, possessive — for a full five minutes. Tongues tangled, hands roaming, a last taste of everything they’d reclaimed in these four days.
He pulled back. “Let me get ready. It’ll take 6 hours to reach my place.”
Malar nodded. “Okay, mama. Wait for one hour. I’ll get Vicky here. Speak with him one more time. If you are serious about helping me set up a business here with your electronics shop, it would be helpful.”
Vikram smiled faintly. “You need not say it. I have the agreements ready. All you have to do is sign. If you want, you can take Vicky’s name. I left the name places empty for you to decide.”
Malar’s eyes softened. “Thanks.”
She urged him to wait, dressed quickly, and left.
Vikram took a hot shower. The water ran over his scars — the ones Malar had touched, the ones she had caused inside. He knew he had to go back to Chennai. He had avenged the humiliations, tasted the love he wished for in childhood. The memories were enough, he told himself.
He bathed, dressed perfectly — crisp shirt, pants, watch — then packed all his stuff. Forty minutes later, everything was in the car.
He saw Malar and Vicky coming in on the bike.
He got out.
Malar’s face was pale, unhappy. Vicky stood behind her, silent, arms crossed.
“So you started?” Malar asked.
Vikram nodded. “Yes.”
Malar said, “We just came to send you off.”
Vikram looked at the folder in his hand. “You or Vicky need to sign the agreement.”
Malar shook her head. “No need. We decided not to take this.”
Vicky asked, “Why?”
Malar smiled faintly. “No. You have done enough.”
Vikram couldn’t understand. Vicky stood aside, silent, letting them talk.
Vikram said, “Let me talk to Vicky. You stay here.”
He walked to Vicky.
Vikram looked around — people nearby. “People are here. Come, let’s talk in my car. One 10-minute man-to-man talk.”
Vicky hesitated, then followed.
Inside the car, door closed, Vikram turned to him.
“Why is Malar saying you guys are not interested in the deal? Agreement?”
Vicky said, “We are not interested.”
Vikram said, “I know Malar is interested. It’s only you. Let me explain how this business works…”
Vikram talked — examples, profits, how it would help her family. Vicky listened, silent.
Vikram lost patience. He really wanted to help Malar. But Vicky was blocking it.
He finally uttered, “I know you are stopping me from helping Malar because you witnessed us. You are revenging. You are doing this to cause tension between us.”
Vicky finally opened his mouth. “That could be one. But that’s not the only reason.”
Vikram furiously, “That is the reason.” In anger he said, “Years back you humiliated me, stole my Malar from me. And I did the same to you back. Agree that you got defeated by me.”
“Okay, leave it. What you did to me, I gave you back. Let’s forget all. Just let’s start fresh. It’s for Malar and her family. Please understand.”
Vicky interjected. “I know you two had sex. I realized on day 1 when I came back to get her. But there is nothing like you defeated me. Even now I have won.”
Vikram was confused. “Are you blabbering?”
Vicky said, “No. And one correction. What I did and what you did are different.”
“I wanted to tell this: what you think I did to you came back to me. Then what you did will come back to you.”
Vikram irritated, “Are you suggesting someone else will steal my wife?” He raised his hand in rage.
Vicky smiled. “You got irritated by this — by a mere example. What you did to my Malar, what should I do?”
Vikram took back his hand. They stayed silent for a few minutes.
Vicky continued.
“I had sex with my would-be years back. You came in and watched us. Yes, the thrill of someone watching made me blabber, but I didn’t plan it. Back then she was alone. She struggled to send you money. I helped her. We became friends. Slowly she fell for me and we crossed lines earlier.”
“So basically, I was claiming a woman who was rightfully mine. What you did is stealing someone else’s wife. Even if she had loved you, it means I have taken someone’s lover — not wife. Both have a difference.”
Vikram was stunned by the answer. He asked, are you Telling me I was at fault right from the first?”
Vicky said, “Perspective. If I fill your shoes, maybe I was the villain. If you wear mine, it could be love and nothing else.”
Vikram smiled — his anger turned into something else, a buzz-off mode. He asked, “From when have you been like this? I could see a new you. Unlike the arrogant Vicky when we were small.”
Vicky asked him, “Have you ever seen your wife masturbating herself?”
Vikram stunned. “No. Why?”
“I have seen.”
Vicky took a deep breath.
“I have seen Malar doing it. It was ashamed of myself when she was doing it. As a husband and her man I failed her. I won’t say I’m bad at bed, but I’m not enough for her needs. I have been harsh to her — not to hide my level, but in fear, to keep her in check. I feared what if someone stole her. I panicked when you arrived. Hmm, and it happened like I feared. I could not control it. Every woman has a need — some keep it to themselves, some go out for pleasure. Your revenge game made her do it. But I saw her face. She was happy. She is experiencing something new. I was equally happy as I was equally furious and ashamed. I felt like a loser.”
Vikram said, “So is this why you don’t want to take the business?”
“Not actually!”
Vikram asked, “So that day when you saw in the door, why didn’t you come in and fight with me? You already considered yourself a loser.”
Vicky smiled. “No. I feared for the respect. What if she saw me watching her? She won’t give me respect. She will treat me bad. At least when she doesn’t know that I know, the fear of getting caught will at least keep me in bay and withhold my respect. All those thoughts were with me. But everything changed today.”
Vikram asked, “What is that?”
“Today she asked me to accompany her so that you will sign the deal. I said no. She asked why. I said, Malar, all these days I failed you. But today I hope I don’t want to get this help and prove my worth. Whatever little I can get, I will get that on my own and will take care of you and son. I wholeheartedly said, trust me, I will do it for you. She knows I’m broken, I have not having any fancy money like you. All I had is love and hope and she chose me. She said okay nga. That’s enough. Love wins. Now tell me — would I take this opportunity and diminish a chance of proving the worth of love by myself?”
Vikram relaxed. He realized Malar seems to love Vicky more. His way of method, she is getting fall on me.
He understandingly said, “That’s okay Vicky. I got it now. Best wishes. But consider me as your well-wisher. If there is a need, call me.”
Vicky just smiled. Then he continued, “And about your wife? I have never seen her. It would be harsh to mention about her indirectly. What I mean is this — like my wife once said you in bed. Women have needs too. It may not be case of sidelined. It may be due to their fear of what if my loved one mistakes me. So they would generally go out… to get themselves satisfied. Whatever extent they go, when they have deep love they will come back to us.”
Vikram listened to his blabbering. But it had a truth maybe! It’s just Vicky’s story…
They didn’t say goodbye. They just glared at each other.
Vikram’s vehicle rode through the highway for Chennai.
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