06-02-2026, 04:04 PM
Chapter 52 – Bharath and Vikram Digging Truth on Each Other
The sedan pulled into the driveway under the midday sun, tires crunching softly on gravel.
Vikram killed the engine. For a long moment, neither of them moved.
The silence inside the car felt heavier than the heat outside.
Mirnaa stared straight ahead, fingers still gripping the edge of her saree pallu.
Her breathing was shallow, uneven. Vikram reached over, covered her hand with his.
“We’re home now,” he said quietly.
She turned to him, eyes glassy but not quite crying.
“I keep replaying it. His hand on my saree… the way he looked at me. If your friend hadn’t come in…”
Vikram’s jaw tightened. He lifted her hand, kissed her knuckles. “He did come in. And you’re here. That’s what matters.”
Mirnaa exhaled, a shaky sound that almost became a laugh.
“You were right. About appearances. I misjudged him completely. Your friend… he’s not a monster.
He’s a cop. A real savior.” She gave a small, surprised giggle — light, almost girlish.
“He kicked that man like it was nothing. Like in the movies.”
Vikram forced a smile. The sound of her giggle twisted something deep in his chest — sharp, hot.
She had never giggled like that about him. Not in years. And now she was doing it for Bharath.
He squeezed her hand. “Let’s go inside.”
They walked into the house.
Vikram locked the door behind them, double-checked the latch.
Mirnaa dropped her bag on the sofa and sank down, suddenly exhausted. He sat beside her, pulled her gently against his chest.
She rested her head there, listening to his heartbeat. “I thought he was one of them… the henchmen who ruined everything when I was a child. But he saved me. Twice. I feel so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid,” Vikram murmured, stroking her hair.
“You were protecting yourself. From your experience to avoid such people. That’s instinct.”
She looked up at him, eyes soft. “You always know what to say.”
He kissed her forehead — lingering a second longer than usual.
Inside, the jealousy coiled tighter. She’s looking at me now… but she was thinking of him.
They stayed like that for a while. Eventually Mirnaa sighed.
“I should call Priya. She stayed the whole night… she must be tired.”
Vikram nodded. “She’ll be fine. She’s strong.”
Mirnaa smiled faintly. “Like you.”
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
Later that evening, after Mirnaa had showered and changed into a simple cotton nightdress, Vikram stepped out to the balcony with his phone.
He scrolled through old contacts — numbers he hadn’t touched in years. His thumb hovered over one name: Ravi.
He dialled.
The line rang twice.
A rough, familiar voice answered. “Vikram bhai? Is that really you?”
Vikram closed his eyes for a second. “Yeah, Ravi. It’s me.”
A pause — thick with memory. “After all this time… I thought you’d forgotten us. After anna left for USA, you vanished.”
“I tried to vanish,” Vikram said quietly. “I tried to be normal. For Mirnaa.”
Ravi chuckled — warm, sad. “Normal doesn’t suit you, bhai. You were always anna’s shadow. The one who got things done.”
Vikram swallowed. “I need a favour. Information on someone. Bharath.”
A low whistle on the other end. “Bharath? The suspended cop? The one who works for Krish’s Father in Law??”
“Yeah. That one.”
Ravi’s tone sobered. “He’s dangerous, bhai. Obsessed. Violent. But loyal to whoever pays him last. What do you need?”
“Everything. Weaknesses. Habits. Women. Anything I can use.”
Silence. Then: “I’ll dig. Count on me, once I dig enough I will collect and inform you and you’ll have it. Anything for you… and for Sekaran anna.”
Vikram’s throat tightened. “How is he?”
“Still breathing. But Aadharsh is circling. Krish says you’re coming back into the fold.”
Vikram looked through the glass door — Mirnaa was curled on the couch, reading something on her phone. Peaceful.
“I don’t know yet,” he said. “Just get me the info on Bharath.”
“Done. Take care, bhai. We miss you.”
Vikram ended the call. He stood there a long time, staring at the city lights.
Inside, Mirnaa looked up when he came back in. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he lied. “Just work.”
She patted the cushion beside her. “Come here.”
He sat. She leaned against him again, head on his shoulder.
She asked, “Where were you last night actually?”
Vikram alarmed said, “The same person messed up a stock incoming to our shops.
Had to go in person and clear the issues. Even now, but I managed it.”
Mirna now looked relaxed and She left a smile, she kissed him on cheeks
Vikram could not understand
Mirnaa laughed. “Maybe I overthinked.”
Vikram asked, “What did you think?”
How can my husband lay hands on anyone, you are most soft person i have ever seen.
Vikram: Mirnaa what are you talking about"
Mirna after a pause said
Mirnaa said, “No, I thought maybe you had thrown chilli on baddies to revenge for me. But I realised you could not do that. You never had your hands on them.”
Sorry
Vikram: Why Sorry
Mirna: Knowing you i should nt have doubted about it. You always deal legally and fight is not your type right!
Vikram could not speak anything he kept looking her and asked now doubts resolved.
She giggled,, then she continued
“Yea almost, about you no doubt, but combining all these and after a long thought I figured out who would have beaten them.”
Vikram panicked. “Who? Who?”
She said slowly, “Bharath… Sir.”
“I keep thinking about Bharath Sir,” she said softly. “He must have been the one who beat that big-shot and his men with chillies. No one else could do that. And it suited him right. He’s strong… like a real hero.”
Vikram’s stomach twisted. He had done it — the chilli, the beatdown, the warehouse fury. And now she was giving the credit to Bharath.
Mirnaa continued, “But see, he did so much for us, but I didn’t even thank him. He is your friend right? Just send a thanks on behalf of me.”
He forced his voice calm. “Don’t worry. Bharath is a friend. We already invited him for coffee — you can thank him properly then.”
Mirnaa: “When did you?”
Vikram: “Looks like you forget. At station I said right, come to my home for a coffee!”
Mirnaa smiled — small, relieved. “Really? That’s sweet of you. For calling Bharath Sir.”
Thats okay… but, When did you started calling him Sir,
what a transformation of calling a person from monster to sir
Mirna giggled , said he is a cop right, he deserves a little respect.
He kissed her temple. “Not necessary to call him Sir here. He even may not like that”
She asked is that so?
Vikram said when he comes here you just ask him.
They went to bed.
Mirnaa fell asleep quickly, curled against him.
Vikram stared at the ceiling, he fell asleep in few minutes.
Then the midnight dream came.
This time there was no mask.
Bharath — unmasked, bare-chested, muscles flexing — had Mirnaa bent over the bed. She was moaning, loud, shameless.
“My cop lover,” she gasped. “Harder.”
Bharath looked straight at Vikram — who stood frozen in the doorway, cock hard in his hand.
“She’s mine now,” Bharath said, voice low and mocking. “You pushed her toward openness. You let me in.”
He saw strange visuals of Malavika, Malar inside the room, chatting to someone other than him.
Mirnaa turned her head, eyes glassy with pleasure. “Vikram… it’s okay. Love brings us back.”
Bharath thrust harder. Mirnaa cried out.
Vikram woke with a jolt — gasping, sheets tangled, shorts soaked again. Cum leaked down his thigh.
Mirnaa slept on, peaceful.
He pressed his palm to his forehead.
“Shit I’m getting these dreams again,” he whispered to the dark.
No don’t over think don’t overthink he said to himself.
And got back to sleep.
The next morning, Vikram dropped Mirnaa at the hospital — same routine, same excuse: “for safety.”
She kissed him goodbye. “I’ll be fine.”
He watched her walk inside — and saw Bharath’s Thar parked across the street.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. Why is he again here?
He took a photo of his Thar and left the place.
The week passed in a haze of paranoia.
Vikram’s dreams 3 more time in the week but it grew worse — those nights Bharath, unmasked, fucking Mirnaa, her moans louder, her words more cruel: “You never satisfied tried anal properly… he does.”
He woke each time leaking, ashamed, furious.
Meanwhile, he dug.
Ravi’s info arrived: Bharath’s suspension now due to Aadharsh men tips. Past of Bharath when his family pushing both him and Manya to marry different persons. Bharath in rage planned and set up his wife into affair and divorced her. Manya was widowed and she started loving her husband but soon he was killed in accident, she believed Bharath family behind it. Bharath chose this path only to irritate his father. His current thinking to join with Aadharsh for money and power but he is not fully into that, Aadharsh is pressuring him.
His weak point is Manya.
Vikram filed it away — a weapon.
Bharath dug too.
He smelled the case against him, Malar - Vicky, then Malavika shamed him, he knows he worked as a henchman to Sekar and not a simple driver, he procured many deals, but Bharath could not smell more.
At one of Vikram’s outlets — a small electronics store on the outskirts, a staff said he saw Malavika and Vikram used to spend more time — he broke in the store and accessed CCTV footage and he found out, they were in affair for months. He took one clip and played it.
There — back room, after hours. Vikram and Malavika. Clothes half-off. Her legs around his waist. His hands gripping her hips. Clear audio: her moans, his grunts.
Bharath paused the video.
A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face.
“Got you,” he whispered.
He saved the file.
The week ended.
Vikram still didn’t know what Bharath had found.
Bharath still didn’t know how deep Vikram’s darkness ran.
But both were circling closer.
And Mirnaa — innocent, trusting, softening — was at the centre.
The game had changed.
And neither man was sure who would win her.
That is when Krish lands in. He calls Vikram. “Buddy I’m in Chennai, come to a spot share, we are going to see Sekaran.”
The sedan pulled into the driveway under the midday sun, tires crunching softly on gravel.
Vikram killed the engine. For a long moment, neither of them moved.
The silence inside the car felt heavier than the heat outside.
Mirnaa stared straight ahead, fingers still gripping the edge of her saree pallu.
Her breathing was shallow, uneven. Vikram reached over, covered her hand with his.
“We’re home now,” he said quietly.
She turned to him, eyes glassy but not quite crying.
“I keep replaying it. His hand on my saree… the way he looked at me. If your friend hadn’t come in…”
Vikram’s jaw tightened. He lifted her hand, kissed her knuckles. “He did come in. And you’re here. That’s what matters.”
Mirnaa exhaled, a shaky sound that almost became a laugh.
“You were right. About appearances. I misjudged him completely. Your friend… he’s not a monster.
He’s a cop. A real savior.” She gave a small, surprised giggle — light, almost girlish.
“He kicked that man like it was nothing. Like in the movies.”
Vikram forced a smile. The sound of her giggle twisted something deep in his chest — sharp, hot.
She had never giggled like that about him. Not in years. And now she was doing it for Bharath.
He squeezed her hand. “Let’s go inside.”
They walked into the house.
Vikram locked the door behind them, double-checked the latch.
Mirnaa dropped her bag on the sofa and sank down, suddenly exhausted. He sat beside her, pulled her gently against his chest.
She rested her head there, listening to his heartbeat. “I thought he was one of them… the henchmen who ruined everything when I was a child. But he saved me. Twice. I feel so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid,” Vikram murmured, stroking her hair.
“You were protecting yourself. From your experience to avoid such people. That’s instinct.”
She looked up at him, eyes soft. “You always know what to say.”
He kissed her forehead — lingering a second longer than usual.
Inside, the jealousy coiled tighter. She’s looking at me now… but she was thinking of him.
They stayed like that for a while. Eventually Mirnaa sighed.
“I should call Priya. She stayed the whole night… she must be tired.”
Vikram nodded. “She’ll be fine. She’s strong.”
Mirnaa smiled faintly. “Like you.”
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
Later that evening, after Mirnaa had showered and changed into a simple cotton nightdress, Vikram stepped out to the balcony with his phone.
He scrolled through old contacts — numbers he hadn’t touched in years. His thumb hovered over one name: Ravi.
He dialled.
The line rang twice.
A rough, familiar voice answered. “Vikram bhai? Is that really you?”
Vikram closed his eyes for a second. “Yeah, Ravi. It’s me.”
A pause — thick with memory. “After all this time… I thought you’d forgotten us. After anna left for USA, you vanished.”
“I tried to vanish,” Vikram said quietly. “I tried to be normal. For Mirnaa.”
Ravi chuckled — warm, sad. “Normal doesn’t suit you, bhai. You were always anna’s shadow. The one who got things done.”
Vikram swallowed. “I need a favour. Information on someone. Bharath.”
A low whistle on the other end. “Bharath? The suspended cop? The one who works for Krish’s Father in Law??”
“Yeah. That one.”
Ravi’s tone sobered. “He’s dangerous, bhai. Obsessed. Violent. But loyal to whoever pays him last. What do you need?”
“Everything. Weaknesses. Habits. Women. Anything I can use.”
Silence. Then: “I’ll dig. Count on me, once I dig enough I will collect and inform you and you’ll have it. Anything for you… and for Sekaran anna.”
Vikram’s throat tightened. “How is he?”
“Still breathing. But Aadharsh is circling. Krish says you’re coming back into the fold.”
Vikram looked through the glass door — Mirnaa was curled on the couch, reading something on her phone. Peaceful.
“I don’t know yet,” he said. “Just get me the info on Bharath.”
“Done. Take care, bhai. We miss you.”
Vikram ended the call. He stood there a long time, staring at the city lights.
Inside, Mirnaa looked up when he came back in. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he lied. “Just work.”
She patted the cushion beside her. “Come here.”
He sat. She leaned against him again, head on his shoulder.
She asked, “Where were you last night actually?”
Vikram alarmed said, “The same person messed up a stock incoming to our shops.
Had to go in person and clear the issues. Even now, but I managed it.”
Mirna now looked relaxed and She left a smile, she kissed him on cheeks
Vikram could not understand
Mirnaa laughed. “Maybe I overthinked.”
Vikram asked, “What did you think?”
How can my husband lay hands on anyone, you are most soft person i have ever seen.
Vikram: Mirnaa what are you talking about"
Mirna after a pause said
Mirnaa said, “No, I thought maybe you had thrown chilli on baddies to revenge for me. But I realised you could not do that. You never had your hands on them.”
Sorry
Vikram: Why Sorry
Mirna: Knowing you i should nt have doubted about it. You always deal legally and fight is not your type right!
Vikram could not speak anything he kept looking her and asked now doubts resolved.
She giggled,, then she continued
“Yea almost, about you no doubt, but combining all these and after a long thought I figured out who would have beaten them.”
Vikram panicked. “Who? Who?”
She said slowly, “Bharath… Sir.”
“I keep thinking about Bharath Sir,” she said softly. “He must have been the one who beat that big-shot and his men with chillies. No one else could do that. And it suited him right. He’s strong… like a real hero.”
Vikram’s stomach twisted. He had done it — the chilli, the beatdown, the warehouse fury. And now she was giving the credit to Bharath.
Mirnaa continued, “But see, he did so much for us, but I didn’t even thank him. He is your friend right? Just send a thanks on behalf of me.”
He forced his voice calm. “Don’t worry. Bharath is a friend. We already invited him for coffee — you can thank him properly then.”
Mirnaa: “When did you?”
Vikram: “Looks like you forget. At station I said right, come to my home for a coffee!”
Mirnaa smiled — small, relieved. “Really? That’s sweet of you. For calling Bharath Sir.”
Thats okay… but, When did you started calling him Sir,
what a transformation of calling a person from monster to sir
Mirna giggled , said he is a cop right, he deserves a little respect.
He kissed her temple. “Not necessary to call him Sir here. He even may not like that”
She asked is that so?
Vikram said when he comes here you just ask him.
They went to bed.
Mirnaa fell asleep quickly, curled against him.
Vikram stared at the ceiling, he fell asleep in few minutes.
Then the midnight dream came.
This time there was no mask.
Bharath — unmasked, bare-chested, muscles flexing — had Mirnaa bent over the bed. She was moaning, loud, shameless.
“My cop lover,” she gasped. “Harder.”
Bharath looked straight at Vikram — who stood frozen in the doorway, cock hard in his hand.
“She’s mine now,” Bharath said, voice low and mocking. “You pushed her toward openness. You let me in.”
He saw strange visuals of Malavika, Malar inside the room, chatting to someone other than him.
Mirnaa turned her head, eyes glassy with pleasure. “Vikram… it’s okay. Love brings us back.”
Bharath thrust harder. Mirnaa cried out.
Vikram woke with a jolt — gasping, sheets tangled, shorts soaked again. Cum leaked down his thigh.
Mirnaa slept on, peaceful.
He pressed his palm to his forehead.
“Shit I’m getting these dreams again,” he whispered to the dark.
No don’t over think don’t overthink he said to himself.
And got back to sleep.
The next morning, Vikram dropped Mirnaa at the hospital — same routine, same excuse: “for safety.”
She kissed him goodbye. “I’ll be fine.”
He watched her walk inside — and saw Bharath’s Thar parked across the street.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. Why is he again here?
He took a photo of his Thar and left the place.
The week passed in a haze of paranoia.
Vikram’s dreams 3 more time in the week but it grew worse — those nights Bharath, unmasked, fucking Mirnaa, her moans louder, her words more cruel: “You never satisfied tried anal properly… he does.”
He woke each time leaking, ashamed, furious.
Meanwhile, he dug.
Ravi’s info arrived: Bharath’s suspension now due to Aadharsh men tips. Past of Bharath when his family pushing both him and Manya to marry different persons. Bharath in rage planned and set up his wife into affair and divorced her. Manya was widowed and she started loving her husband but soon he was killed in accident, she believed Bharath family behind it. Bharath chose this path only to irritate his father. His current thinking to join with Aadharsh for money and power but he is not fully into that, Aadharsh is pressuring him.
His weak point is Manya.
Vikram filed it away — a weapon.
Bharath dug too.
He smelled the case against him, Malar - Vicky, then Malavika shamed him, he knows he worked as a henchman to Sekar and not a simple driver, he procured many deals, but Bharath could not smell more.
At one of Vikram’s outlets — a small electronics store on the outskirts, a staff said he saw Malavika and Vikram used to spend more time — he broke in the store and accessed CCTV footage and he found out, they were in affair for months. He took one clip and played it.
There — back room, after hours. Vikram and Malavika. Clothes half-off. Her legs around his waist. His hands gripping her hips. Clear audio: her moans, his grunts.
Bharath paused the video.
A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face.
“Got you,” he whispered.
He saved the file.
The week ended.
Vikram still didn’t know what Bharath had found.
Bharath still didn’t know how deep Vikram’s darkness ran.
But both were circling closer.
And Mirnaa — innocent, trusting, softening — was at the centre.
The game had changed.
And neither man was sure who would win her.
That is when Krish lands in. He calls Vikram. “Buddy I’m in Chennai, come to a spot share, we are going to see Sekaran.”
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