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Chapter 50 – The Real Vikram
Mirnaa’s voice cut through the tense air of the station.
“You both know each other?”
Vikram turned to her first, his face calm but his eyes sharp. He didn’t want Bharath to bluff or twist anything.
He spoke before Bharath could open his mouth.
“Yeah… we are friends from the past.”
Bharath looked at him — suspicion flickering in his eyes.
He didn’t contradict, but the look said: We’ll talk later.
Vikram continued, voice steady. “Let’s finish this first. Then we’ll have a talk.”
He turned to the inspector, pointing at the big-shot still sprawled on the floor, clutching his jaw.
“This guy tried to molest my wife. Mirnaa.”
Bharath’s head snapped toward Mirna.
His face turned pale, the moment he heard the word Mirna My WIFE.
Shit, he said to himself — silently, before anyone noticed.
Mirnaa was Vikram’s wife.
The woman he had been hunting.
The one whose softness against his face he couldn’t forget.
The one he wanted to befriend… slowly… take.
And she belonged to Vikram.
Bharath looked at the inspector, voice low but commanding.
“What are you doing?
You arrested a victim and you’re pleasing this arrogant person?”
The big-shot raised his voice from the floor, arrogant even in pain.
“Mind yourself, mister. Do you know who I am?”
Bharath stepped closer, eyes cold.
“Till yesterday I didn’t care. But after you touched my people… you think I’ll leave you alone?”
Mirna noticed the word my people.
The man laughed — a bloody, mocking laugh.
“I don’t know who you are, but I can make you struggle with one call.”
Bharath’s foot moved fast — another kick, this time landing square on the big-shot’s face.
The man fell back again, groaning.
Bharath picked up the man’s phone from the floor. The screen was still lit — a call in progress.
He put it to his ear.
“I’m Bharath. Yes… I’m the same.”
The caller on the other end sounded panicked.
Bharath listened for a second, then handed the phone to the big-shot.
The caller’s voice came through loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Who have you offended? He will finish you off.”
The big-shot, blood trickling from his lip, snarled at Bharath.
“You may have temporarily escaped from me, but I won’t leave you all.
Especially you, girl — don’t think these people saved you.
For all that I face, I will give you in return.”
Bharath looked down at him, voice flat.
“With your condition… is this not too much to call?”
Vikram turned to Bharath.
“Thanks.”
Bharath nodded once. “That’s okay.”
His eyes flicked to Mirnaa.
She was about to thank him — lips parting — but she couldn’t.
The words stuck. She held Vikram’s hand tighter instead.
Priya stepped forward.
“Thank you… really.”
Bharath just nodded — eyes still on Mirnaa for one second longer.
Vikram said, “Come to my house one day. For a coffee?”
Bharath met his gaze.
“Sure.”
As they were about to leave, the constable spoke up.
“Sir… did you beat that fellow last night with chillies?”
Bharath shook his head.
“No.”
Mirnaa turned to his side — surprised by the “no.”
If not him, who else?
Vikram, Mirna and Priya walking back..
The constable echoed the same.
“If you had not beaten him and his men… who else?
Including the big-shot, all of them said last night at their warehouse — only one person entered and he beat all of them.
I thought it could be you. If not you… who else, sir?”
Bharath nodded no — suspicion in his eyes.
That instant, his mind reeled back to a past event. At a warehouse where Swathi's father-in-law had kidnapped Sam, he had seen a man once fighting alone with many wounds, rescuing a person... Vikram. The real Vikram — no one had witnessed him here except Bharath.
His head turned slowly,
Toward the leaving Vikram, Mirnaa, and Priya.
A light smirk formed on Vikram’s face — so quick, that no one noticed.
Mirnaa’s voice cut through the tense air of the station.
“You both know each other?”
Vikram turned to her first, his face calm but his eyes sharp. He didn’t want Bharath to bluff or twist anything.
He spoke before Bharath could open his mouth.
“Yeah… we are friends from the past.”
Bharath looked at him — suspicion flickering in his eyes.
He didn’t contradict, but the look said: We’ll talk later.
Vikram continued, voice steady. “Let’s finish this first. Then we’ll have a talk.”
He turned to the inspector, pointing at the big-shot still sprawled on the floor, clutching his jaw.
“This guy tried to molest my wife. Mirnaa.”
Bharath’s head snapped toward Mirna.
His face turned pale, the moment he heard the word Mirna My WIFE.
Shit, he said to himself — silently, before anyone noticed.
Mirnaa was Vikram’s wife.
The woman he had been hunting.
The one whose softness against his face he couldn’t forget.
The one he wanted to befriend… slowly… take.
And she belonged to Vikram.
Bharath looked at the inspector, voice low but commanding.
“What are you doing?
You arrested a victim and you’re pleasing this arrogant person?”
The big-shot raised his voice from the floor, arrogant even in pain.
“Mind yourself, mister. Do you know who I am?”
Bharath stepped closer, eyes cold.
“Till yesterday I didn’t care. But after you touched my people… you think I’ll leave you alone?”
Mirna noticed the word my people.
The man laughed — a bloody, mocking laugh.
“I don’t know who you are, but I can make you struggle with one call.”
Bharath’s foot moved fast — another kick, this time landing square on the big-shot’s face.
The man fell back again, groaning.
Bharath picked up the man’s phone from the floor. The screen was still lit — a call in progress.
He put it to his ear.
“I’m Bharath. Yes… I’m the same.”
The caller on the other end sounded panicked.
Bharath listened for a second, then handed the phone to the big-shot.
The caller’s voice came through loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Who have you offended? He will finish you off.”
The big-shot, blood trickling from his lip, snarled at Bharath.
“You may have temporarily escaped from me, but I won’t leave you all.
Especially you, girl — don’t think these people saved you.
For all that I face, I will give you in return.”
Bharath looked down at him, voice flat.
“With your condition… is this not too much to call?”
Vikram turned to Bharath.
“Thanks.”
Bharath nodded once. “That’s okay.”
His eyes flicked to Mirnaa.
She was about to thank him — lips parting — but she couldn’t.
The words stuck. She held Vikram’s hand tighter instead.
Priya stepped forward.
“Thank you… really.”
Bharath just nodded — eyes still on Mirnaa for one second longer.
Vikram said, “Come to my house one day. For a coffee?”
Bharath met his gaze.
“Sure.”
As they were about to leave, the constable spoke up.
“Sir… did you beat that fellow last night with chillies?”
Bharath shook his head.
“No.”
Mirnaa turned to his side — surprised by the “no.”
If not him, who else?
Vikram, Mirna and Priya walking back..
The constable echoed the same.
“If you had not beaten him and his men… who else?
Including the big-shot, all of them said last night at their warehouse — only one person entered and he beat all of them.
I thought it could be you. If not you… who else, sir?”
Bharath nodded no — suspicion in his eyes.
That instant, his mind reeled back to a past event. At a warehouse where Swathi's father-in-law had kidnapped Sam, he had seen a man once fighting alone with many wounds, rescuing a person... Vikram. The real Vikram — no one had witnessed him here except Bharath.
His head turned slowly,
Toward the leaving Vikram, Mirnaa, and Priya.
A light smirk formed on Vikram’s face — so quick, that no one noticed.
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