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Chapter 48 – The Friend, The Big Shot, & The Footage
Midnight. 2 AM.
Vikram stirred in bed, bladder full, sleep heavy. He rose quietly, feet touching cold floor, and shuffled toward the bathroom.
Halfway down the hallway, he froze.
A faint golden light leaked from under the store room door — Flashing. Pulsing.
Like someone inside had forgotten to turn off a lamp… or didn’t care.
His heart kicked. Something is up.
He stepped closer, barefoot, silent.
The door was slightly ajar — just a crack, enough for sound to slip out.
Low moans. Wet slaps of skin. Heavy breathing. A woman’s gasp — sharp, needy.
Vikram’s throat tightened. The scene felt too familiar — the same store room, the same rhythm he had once walked in on with Malar and Vicky.
Years back. The humiliation still burned.
But this wasn’t them.
He edged nearer, breath shallow.
Through the crack he saw shadows moving — two bodies, stark nude, locked together in frantic rhythm.
The man had her bent over a low shelf, hips slamming forward with controlled violence. Her back arched, breasts swaying with every thrust, hair spilling wild over her shoulders.
Vikram’s hand moved almost on instinct to his pants. He tugged the waistband down.
His cock sprang free — already half-hard from the sounds, the sight, the sick thrill of watching something forbidden.
He wrapped his fingers around himself. Slow strokes at first. Matching their rhythm.
The woman’s moans grew louder — desperate, pleading. The man growled low, possessive.
Vikram stroked faster. Heat coiled in his gut. He was going to catch them. He was going to see who it was. The thought made him harder.
Then the woman rose from her position — pushed herself upright, back arching, head tilting back as the man drove deeper.
Her face was blurry at first — shadowed, out of focus.
She gasped, voice trembling with pleasure.
“Will you let me do it… outside our marriage?”
Vikram’s hand froze mid-stroke.
The voice was unmistakable.
The blur cleared.
It was Mirnaa.
Her face — flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with ecstasy — stared straight toward the crack in the door. Straight toward him.
The man behind her slowed, hips still buried deep. His head turned slowly.
A mask. Black. Monstrous. Like something from a nightmare — jagged teeth, hollow eyes.
The monster smiled.
Mirnaa’s voice again — soft, broken, aroused.
“Will you let me…?”
Vikram’s stomach dropped. Horror and arousal crashed together. His cock throbbed in his fist — traitorously hard.
He tried to shout. Nothing came out.
The monster thrust once — hard. Mirnaa cried out in pleasure.
Vikram’s body jerked.
He came.
Hot spurts hit the floor in front of him — thick, shameful ropes. His knees almost buckled.
“Mirnaa!” he finally choked out, voice cracking.
He jolted awake.
Dream.
Bloody dream.
He was sitting up in bed, chest heaving. Sweat slick on his skin. Mirnaa slept peacefully beside him — breathing slow, face innocent, unaware.
He looked down.
His shorts were soaked. Cum had leaked through the fabric, sticky against his thigh. A wet spot darkened the sheet beneath him.
Shit… too many thoughts. Too many names. their last night discussions all turned into a dream…
He pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
The dream lingered — her face in pleasure, the monster’s mask, her question.
“Will you let me do it outside our marriage?”
He swallowed hard.
He didn’t move for a long time.
Until morning arrives.
Vikram didn’t move anywhere. He decided to stay at home.
The dream shook him. Moments later Mirnaa cooked and kissed him and said she will go to hospital.
Vikram offered to ride her to hospital.
His Sedan took her. When she got dropped, she caught his hand and said, “I will speak with Priya. Okay.”
Vikram smiled. But his inner peace is shaken after the dream.
At hospital,
Priya and Mirnaa sat in the hospital staff room during a rare quiet afternoon break. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead. Priya looked nervous, stirring her tea endlessly.
Mirnaa broke the silence first. “Priya… I’m sorry for how I reacted yesterday. I was shocked. Everyone has reasons. I don’t want to lose my friend over this.”
Priya’s eyes filled with relief. “Mirnaa… thank you. I didn’t want to lose you either. I know it looks bad, but… it’s complicated. My husband and I… don’t ask me anything. When time comes I will let you know. But don’t judge me. Even I was hurt after speaking to you that way…”
Mirnaa nodded slowly, still processing. “I don’t understand it completely. But I won’t judge. You’re still my friend.”
Priya smiled, tears in her eyes. “Thank you for understanding me better. Really.”
They hugged — a small, genuine moment of reconnection.
Meanwhile, in the special wing, the big-shot patient arrived. A middle-aged man in a crisp suit, accompanied by two bodyguards and a private doctor. He looked healthy — too healthy for admission. He smiled politely at the staff, settled into the luxurious private room, and requested “round-the-clock nursing care.”
Mirnaa was assigned to him.
She entered the room with her chart, professional smile in place. “Good afternoon, sir. I’m Mirnaa, your assigned nurse. How are you feeling today?”
The man looked at her — eyes sharp, assessing. “Very well, thank you. Just here for observation.”
Mirnaa nodded, checking his vitals. “Everything looks normal. Any discomfort?”
The man smiled. “None at all. Just… make sure no one disturbs me. I have important calls.”
Mirnaa felt a strange unease — something about his calm confidence felt off. But she pushed it aside.
“Of course, sir. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
She left the room, closing the door softly.
On the other side of the city,
Bharath pulled his Thar jeep into the parking lot of his apartment building. He was still bruised from the beating, but his eyes were sharp, determined.
Rishi — his old friend — was waiting at the gate with a lunch box.
“Thangachi made this specially for you,” Rishi said, handing it over. “Malini said you need proper food after all this hospital nonsense.”
Bharath took the box, a rare soft smile crossing his face. “Tell her thanks. How is she now?”
Rishi grinned. “All fine. Still bossing me around. You know how she is. But she worries about you. Says you’re too closed off since Manya.”
Bharath’s smile faded. “I’m fine.”
Rishi looked at him. “You’re not. But anyway — you got the hospital list?”
Bharath nodded. “15 names. No nurse names. They said hospitals didn’t reveal identities.”
Rishi whistled. “Smart. But… CCTV? The event building must have cameras. You can check the footage — see who helped you behind the stage.”
Bharath’s eyes lit up. “How did I miss it? Good idea.”
Rishi smiled. “It happens.”
He asked, “Why you are so concerned about this woman?”
Bharath eyes widened. “She teased me. Now I need to taste it.”
Rishi said, “Instead of doing stuffs like this you should visit Manya and make her understand.”
Bharath said: “I don’t see any positive from her. Just let me do what I want.”
After lunch, the duo started in Bharath’s Thar jeep toward the event venue. Bharath drove in silence, mind fixed on the woman who had helped him twice — her face, her softness, her kindness despite fear.
Meanwhile, Krish phoned Vikram.
“Vikram, I’m reaching next week. Swathi is not coming.
Things are intensifying. I’m coming in advance.”
Vikram’s grip on the phone tightened. “What’s happening?”
Krish: “Aadharsh is moving fast. We need to act. Stay ready.”
Vikram ended the call, unease settling in.
Evening
Mirnaa arrived back in evening 7 PM, Vikram face came back to calmness after seeing her, but that was sort, as she came in with phone on ears..
It was Shiney. Now Dr. Shiney.
“Mirnaa! I’m coming soon to Chennai. Surprise visit. Don’t tell Vikram yet — I want to shock him.”
Mirnaa laughed. “When?”
Shiney: “Soon. Very soon.”
Vikram, overhearing, felt a little uncomfortable with the news.
Shiney’s arrival meant more eyes, more questions. He smiled at Mirnaa anyway.
But inside, the unease grew.
Priya and Mirnaa reunited as friends.
Bharath nearing Mirnaa.
Vikram’s dream.
Krish advancing his plan to Chennai.
Dr. Shiney’s surprise visit.
Aadharsh is moving fast.
All these happening in a single day.
Midnight. 2 AM.
Vikram stirred in bed, bladder full, sleep heavy. He rose quietly, feet touching cold floor, and shuffled toward the bathroom.
Halfway down the hallway, he froze.
A faint golden light leaked from under the store room door — Flashing. Pulsing.
Like someone inside had forgotten to turn off a lamp… or didn’t care.
His heart kicked. Something is up.
He stepped closer, barefoot, silent.
The door was slightly ajar — just a crack, enough for sound to slip out.
Low moans. Wet slaps of skin. Heavy breathing. A woman’s gasp — sharp, needy.
Vikram’s throat tightened. The scene felt too familiar — the same store room, the same rhythm he had once walked in on with Malar and Vicky.
Years back. The humiliation still burned.
But this wasn’t them.
He edged nearer, breath shallow.
Through the crack he saw shadows moving — two bodies, stark nude, locked together in frantic rhythm.
The man had her bent over a low shelf, hips slamming forward with controlled violence. Her back arched, breasts swaying with every thrust, hair spilling wild over her shoulders.
Vikram’s hand moved almost on instinct to his pants. He tugged the waistband down.
His cock sprang free — already half-hard from the sounds, the sight, the sick thrill of watching something forbidden.
He wrapped his fingers around himself. Slow strokes at first. Matching their rhythm.
The woman’s moans grew louder — desperate, pleading. The man growled low, possessive.
Vikram stroked faster. Heat coiled in his gut. He was going to catch them. He was going to see who it was. The thought made him harder.
Then the woman rose from her position — pushed herself upright, back arching, head tilting back as the man drove deeper.
Her face was blurry at first — shadowed, out of focus.
She gasped, voice trembling with pleasure.
“Will you let me do it… outside our marriage?”
Vikram’s hand froze mid-stroke.
The voice was unmistakable.
The blur cleared.
It was Mirnaa.
Her face — flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with ecstasy — stared straight toward the crack in the door. Straight toward him.
The man behind her slowed, hips still buried deep. His head turned slowly.
A mask. Black. Monstrous. Like something from a nightmare — jagged teeth, hollow eyes.
The monster smiled.
Mirnaa’s voice again — soft, broken, aroused.
“Will you let me…?”
Vikram’s stomach dropped. Horror and arousal crashed together. His cock throbbed in his fist — traitorously hard.
He tried to shout. Nothing came out.
The monster thrust once — hard. Mirnaa cried out in pleasure.
Vikram’s body jerked.
He came.
Hot spurts hit the floor in front of him — thick, shameful ropes. His knees almost buckled.
“Mirnaa!” he finally choked out, voice cracking.
He jolted awake.
Dream.
Bloody dream.
He was sitting up in bed, chest heaving. Sweat slick on his skin. Mirnaa slept peacefully beside him — breathing slow, face innocent, unaware.
He looked down.
His shorts were soaked. Cum had leaked through the fabric, sticky against his thigh. A wet spot darkened the sheet beneath him.
Shit… too many thoughts. Too many names. their last night discussions all turned into a dream…
He pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
The dream lingered — her face in pleasure, the monster’s mask, her question.
“Will you let me do it outside our marriage?”
He swallowed hard.
He didn’t move for a long time.
Until morning arrives.
Vikram didn’t move anywhere. He decided to stay at home.
The dream shook him. Moments later Mirnaa cooked and kissed him and said she will go to hospital.
Vikram offered to ride her to hospital.
His Sedan took her. When she got dropped, she caught his hand and said, “I will speak with Priya. Okay.”
Vikram smiled. But his inner peace is shaken after the dream.
At hospital,
Priya and Mirnaa sat in the hospital staff room during a rare quiet afternoon break. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead. Priya looked nervous, stirring her tea endlessly.
Mirnaa broke the silence first. “Priya… I’m sorry for how I reacted yesterday. I was shocked. Everyone has reasons. I don’t want to lose my friend over this.”
Priya’s eyes filled with relief. “Mirnaa… thank you. I didn’t want to lose you either. I know it looks bad, but… it’s complicated. My husband and I… don’t ask me anything. When time comes I will let you know. But don’t judge me. Even I was hurt after speaking to you that way…”
Mirnaa nodded slowly, still processing. “I don’t understand it completely. But I won’t judge. You’re still my friend.”
Priya smiled, tears in her eyes. “Thank you for understanding me better. Really.”
They hugged — a small, genuine moment of reconnection.
Meanwhile, in the special wing, the big-shot patient arrived. A middle-aged man in a crisp suit, accompanied by two bodyguards and a private doctor. He looked healthy — too healthy for admission. He smiled politely at the staff, settled into the luxurious private room, and requested “round-the-clock nursing care.”
Mirnaa was assigned to him.
She entered the room with her chart, professional smile in place. “Good afternoon, sir. I’m Mirnaa, your assigned nurse. How are you feeling today?”
The man looked at her — eyes sharp, assessing. “Very well, thank you. Just here for observation.”
Mirnaa nodded, checking his vitals. “Everything looks normal. Any discomfort?”
The man smiled. “None at all. Just… make sure no one disturbs me. I have important calls.”
Mirnaa felt a strange unease — something about his calm confidence felt off. But she pushed it aside.
“Of course, sir. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
She left the room, closing the door softly.
On the other side of the city,
Bharath pulled his Thar jeep into the parking lot of his apartment building. He was still bruised from the beating, but his eyes were sharp, determined.
Rishi — his old friend — was waiting at the gate with a lunch box.
“Thangachi made this specially for you,” Rishi said, handing it over. “Malini said you need proper food after all this hospital nonsense.”
Bharath took the box, a rare soft smile crossing his face. “Tell her thanks. How is she now?”
Rishi grinned. “All fine. Still bossing me around. You know how she is. But she worries about you. Says you’re too closed off since Manya.”
Bharath’s smile faded. “I’m fine.”
Rishi looked at him. “You’re not. But anyway — you got the hospital list?”
Bharath nodded. “15 names. No nurse names. They said hospitals didn’t reveal identities.”
Rishi whistled. “Smart. But… CCTV? The event building must have cameras. You can check the footage — see who helped you behind the stage.”
Bharath’s eyes lit up. “How did I miss it? Good idea.”
Rishi smiled. “It happens.”
He asked, “Why you are so concerned about this woman?”
Bharath eyes widened. “She teased me. Now I need to taste it.”
Rishi said, “Instead of doing stuffs like this you should visit Manya and make her understand.”
Bharath said: “I don’t see any positive from her. Just let me do what I want.”
After lunch, the duo started in Bharath’s Thar jeep toward the event venue. Bharath drove in silence, mind fixed on the woman who had helped him twice — her face, her softness, her kindness despite fear.
Meanwhile, Krish phoned Vikram.
“Vikram, I’m reaching next week. Swathi is not coming.
Things are intensifying. I’m coming in advance.”
Vikram’s grip on the phone tightened. “What’s happening?”
Krish: “Aadharsh is moving fast. We need to act. Stay ready.”
Vikram ended the call, unease settling in.
Evening
Mirnaa arrived back in evening 7 PM, Vikram face came back to calmness after seeing her, but that was sort, as she came in with phone on ears..
It was Shiney. Now Dr. Shiney.
“Mirnaa! I’m coming soon to Chennai. Surprise visit. Don’t tell Vikram yet — I want to shock him.”
Mirnaa laughed. “When?”
Shiney: “Soon. Very soon.”
Vikram, overhearing, felt a little uncomfortable with the news.
Shiney’s arrival meant more eyes, more questions. He smiled at Mirnaa anyway.
But inside, the unease grew.
Priya and Mirnaa reunited as friends.
Bharath nearing Mirnaa.
Vikram’s dream.
Krish advancing his plan to Chennai.
Dr. Shiney’s surprise visit.
Aadharsh is moving fast.
All these happening in a single day.
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