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Chapter 64 – Hug from Mirna & The Guilt from Vikram
Vikram knew he had risked Mirnaa.
He had pushed his own wife — his love, his innocent anchor — into the path of a man who saw her as a prize. The guilt was there, a quiet scent at first, then a growing weight in his chest. But it was inevitable. Somewhere deep, Bharath viewed her as currency — something to claim, to possess, to consume. Vikram had to utilize that hunger. He had no choice.
But what if Bharath really fucked her?
The thought made him tremble. Mirnaa was too innocent for that. If she ever learned he had asked her to be “a little friendly” with Bharath — that he had orchestrated even the smallest step toward an affair — she would break. Not just emotionally. Completely. The woman who trusted him with her whole heart would shatter.
So he had to be careful.
The affair must never escalate to extreme physical relationship. That was the line. A kiss. A hug. Maybe a lingering touch. Nothing more. Seeing her body — strictly prohibited. It would arouse Bharath beyond control, and Vikram would lose the leash.
He had already mapped it in his mind: the furthest Bharath could go was a kiss and a hug. Anything beyond that, and the game collapsed. Vikram would operate in the shades — slow, controlled, always one step ahead.
Make things move fast enough to pull Bharath away from Mirnaa before it went too far.
The evening came.
Vikram drove to the hospital, picked Mirnaa up as promised. She slid into the passenger seat, tired but smiling.
Back home, the house smelled of jasmine from the small pooja corner and the faint spice of the dinner Mirnaa had warmed up.
They ate together at the dining table — simple rice, dal, and vegetable curry she had made earlier.
Vikram had promised no phone, and he kept it. He sent one quick text to Krish under the table before dinner: We’ll get clarity tomorrow.
Then he switched the phone off completely and placed it face-down on the sideboard.
Mirnaa watched him do it, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Good. Tonight is ours.”
They finished quietly — comfortable silence, the kind that had always existed between them. She cleared the plates while he watched her move around the kitchen, the soft pink nighty swaying with each step. It was simple cotton, loose but clinging just enough in places to hint at the familiar curves beneath. No bra underneath. The outline of her breasts was soft, natural, moving gently as she reached for a glass.
Vikram was already shirtless, wearing only loose shorts. His ribs still ached under the tape, but the pain felt distant tonight.
They went to the bedroom.
Mirnaa crawled onto the bed first, the mattress dipping under her weight. Vikram followed, lying on his back. She didn’t hesitate — she came to him, resting her head on his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh. Her fingers found the little patch of hair there and played with it absently, tracing lazy circles.
“Finally,” she whispered, voice muffled against his skin, “after weeks… I can rest my head here again.”
Vikram’s arm came around her shoulders. He laughed softly — the sound rumbling in his chest beneath her ear.
“I miss this too. Business is eating me. The new business…”
Mirnaa lifted her head just enough to look at him. Her hair fell over one shoulder, tickling his skin.
“You still haven’t told me what sort of business it is.”
Vikram didn’t hesitate. The lie came smooth and instant.
“It’s new — logistics. I’m doing it with Krish.”
He stroked her hair, fingers gentle. “If you feel bad about this… how are you going to manage in the upcoming days?”
Before she could answer, his phone buzzed once on the sideboard — he had forgotten to fully silence it. He reached over, glanced at the screen.
Unknown number.
A single photo: Bharath and Aadharsh standing together beside a consignment truck. Bharath’s face was half in shadow, but the message was clear.
He joined. So fast.
Vikram’s jaw tightened for half a second.
Mirnaa noticed. “What is it? You won’t be available regularly?”
He set the phone back down, face-down. “Yes. You’ll need someone to chat with, at least. A friend.”
Mirnaa sighed, settling her head back on his chest. “I have only Priya… and she’ll have to go to her husband’s place soon.”
Vikram saw the opening. He took it slowly, voice casual.
“I want to ask you one thing. What do you think about me calling Bharath to stay here?”
Mirnaa lifted her head again, surprised. “Actually… I wanted to speak about him, but you were busy.”
Vikram asked gently: “What is it?”
Mirnaa sat up a little, propping herself on one elbow. “Through Shiney and Priya… I realized he’s been deploying securities. Trailing us. For our safety.”
Vikram realized — it was one of the fake games he had played. Bharath’s “protection” story had spread exactly as intended.
He nodded once. “I know.”
Mirnaa’s eyes widened. “Then… you know the accident was the big-shot’s doing?”
Vikram thought for a second. This was perfect — Mirnaa herself was handing him the reason to bring Bharath in without raising suspicion.
He nodded slowly. “Yes. Like he saved you… he saved me. We thought telling you would scare you.”
Mirnaa playfully beat his chest — light, teasing. “I’m strong enough to handle things now!”
Vikram laughed — genuine this time, the sound rumbling under her palm.
“Then you didn’t answer my first question. What do you think about calling Bharath to stay here?”
Mirnaa smiled softly, settling back down against him. “I’m okay… but why suddenly? Anything important?”
Vikram didn’t want to spoil her mood or cause fear. “Bharath has some issues lately. He’s been very sad. Suspended too.”
Mirnaa asked: “What happened?”
Vikram said: “It’s a long story.
Also its not that he dont have a place, he is super rich than us, but he is all alone.. for things he had done to us, i wanted to repay my kindness by letting him inside our and give him a family/friendship bond, i wanted to say we are there for him.
Regarding his issues..
I’ll tell you later. But… can we take him in?”
Mirnaa nodded immediately, without hesitation. “Call him tomorrow itself. I’ll make arrangements. He helped us a lot — we need to repay it and friends staying here is fun for us right”
Vikram thought: This is enough for now.
He slowly added: Aapart from repaying I have a selfish reason too.”
Mirnaa asked: “What is it?”
Vikram said: “The new business needs more of my presence abroad. If I go there… for your safety, Bharath will be here.
I actually compelled him like that stay with us like i fear for your safety after recent happenings. Else he wont agree.
He can even take you to the hospital regularly. And you’ll have a friend to speak with.”
Mirnaa smiled, her eyes softening in the dim bedside light. “This is not selfish then. It’s your love for me — you don’t want me to feel lonely and want to give me some safety .”
She paused, voice dropping to a whisper. “Thanks.”
Vikram brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I don’t know if you’d be comfortable around him.”
Mirnaa laughed softly — that light, girlish sound he had always loved. “What’s there? He’s a good person. I’ll be 100% comfortable around him.”
She added, almost shyly: “So we both thought of speaking about him… fine.”
Vikram looked at her — really looked. The woman he had built his entire normal life around. The woman he was now risking, piece by piece, for an empire that wasn’t even his yet. He didn’t know what tomorrow held — Bharath under the same roof, the rules in motion, the tightrope beginning.
But tonight, she was still only his.
He leaned in and initiated a kiss — slow, deep, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Mirnaa sighed against his lips, hands sliding up his bare chest. He kissed her again, hungrier this time, tongue brushing hers. She responded, soft and eager, her body pressing closer.
His hands moved over the thin fabric of her nighty — tracing the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips. The material was soft, almost sheer under his fingers. He tugged it upward slowly, exposing her thighs, then higher, until the nighty bunched at her waist. Mirnaa lifted her arms without a word, letting him pull it over her head.
She lay back on the pillow, bare except for simple cotton panties, breathing a little faster now. Vikram paused, drinking her in — the way her breasts rose and fell, nipples already tightening in the cool air, the soft curve of her stomach, the faint stretch marks from years together that he had always found beautiful.
She reached for him, fingers curling around his neck, pulling him down.
Their bodies met — skin on skin, heat on heat. Vikram settled between her thighs in missionary, the position that always felt like coming home. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, then lower — taking one nipple into his mouth, tongue circling slowly. Mirnaa arched, a quiet moan escaping her. His hand slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers finding her already wet.
“Vikram…” she whispered, hips lifting toward his touch.
He stroked her gently at first — slow circles over her clit, then dipping inside, feeling her clench around his fingers. She gasped, nails digging lightly into his shoulders.
He pulled her panties down and off in one smooth motion. Then he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock brushing her slick folds.
Mirnaa wrapped her legs around his waist.
He pushed in slowly — inch by inch — until he was fully seated inside her. She moaned softly, head falling back. Vikram stayed still for a moment, savoring the tight, warm grip of her around him, the way her inner walls fluttered.
Then he began to move.
Slow, deep thrusts at first — pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in fully. Mirnaa’s breath hitched with every stroke. Her hands roamed his back, nails dragging lightly. He kissed her again — open-mouthed, hungry — swallowing her moans.
As the rhythm built, his mind betrayed him.
For a split second — unbidden — he saw Bharath in his place. Bharath’s broader shoulders pinning her down. Bharath’s hands gripping her hips. Bharath thrusting into her, making her gasp the way she was gasping now. The image was vivid, sharp, unwanted.
Vikram’s next thrust was harder — almost punishing.
Mirnaa cried out — not in pain, but pleasure — her body arching to meet him.
He buried the thought. Forced it down. This was his wife. His Mirnaa. Not Bharath’s. Not yet. Maybe never.
He angled his hips, hitting the spot inside her that always made her tremble. She clenched around him, nails raking his back.
“Vikram… oh no”
He kept the pace steady — deep, deliberate — until her breathing turned ragged, her thighs shaking. He felt her orgasm build — the way her walls fluttered, tightened, then pulsed hard around him as she came with a quiet, shuddering cry, trembling beneath him.
Vikram followed moments later — spilling inside her with a low groan, hips stuttering as pleasure ripped through him.
They stayed tangled, breathing hard.
Bodies slick with sweat.
He didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside her, softening slowly, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
Mirnaa nuzzled into his neck, sleepy and sated.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Vikram kissed her hair.
“I love you too.”
They slept nude, bodies tangled — her head on his chest again, his arm around her protectively.
No dreams came that night.
No fire. No crash. No Sekaran.
Just the warmth of her against him.
But in the quiet dark, guilt whispered anyway.
Sorry for everything.
He held her tighter.
Tomorrow, Bharath would move in.
And the game would begin.
Vikram knew he had risked Mirnaa.
He had pushed his own wife — his love, his innocent anchor — into the path of a man who saw her as a prize. The guilt was there, a quiet scent at first, then a growing weight in his chest. But it was inevitable. Somewhere deep, Bharath viewed her as currency — something to claim, to possess, to consume. Vikram had to utilize that hunger. He had no choice.
But what if Bharath really fucked her?
The thought made him tremble. Mirnaa was too innocent for that. If she ever learned he had asked her to be “a little friendly” with Bharath — that he had orchestrated even the smallest step toward an affair — she would break. Not just emotionally. Completely. The woman who trusted him with her whole heart would shatter.
So he had to be careful.
The affair must never escalate to extreme physical relationship. That was the line. A kiss. A hug. Maybe a lingering touch. Nothing more. Seeing her body — strictly prohibited. It would arouse Bharath beyond control, and Vikram would lose the leash.
He had already mapped it in his mind: the furthest Bharath could go was a kiss and a hug. Anything beyond that, and the game collapsed. Vikram would operate in the shades — slow, controlled, always one step ahead.
Make things move fast enough to pull Bharath away from Mirnaa before it went too far.
The evening came.
Vikram drove to the hospital, picked Mirnaa up as promised. She slid into the passenger seat, tired but smiling.
Back home, the house smelled of jasmine from the small pooja corner and the faint spice of the dinner Mirnaa had warmed up.
They ate together at the dining table — simple rice, dal, and vegetable curry she had made earlier.
Vikram had promised no phone, and he kept it. He sent one quick text to Krish under the table before dinner: We’ll get clarity tomorrow.
Then he switched the phone off completely and placed it face-down on the sideboard.
Mirnaa watched him do it, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Good. Tonight is ours.”
They finished quietly — comfortable silence, the kind that had always existed between them. She cleared the plates while he watched her move around the kitchen, the soft pink nighty swaying with each step. It was simple cotton, loose but clinging just enough in places to hint at the familiar curves beneath. No bra underneath. The outline of her breasts was soft, natural, moving gently as she reached for a glass.
Vikram was already shirtless, wearing only loose shorts. His ribs still ached under the tape, but the pain felt distant tonight.
They went to the bedroom.
Mirnaa crawled onto the bed first, the mattress dipping under her weight. Vikram followed, lying on his back. She didn’t hesitate — she came to him, resting her head on his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh. Her fingers found the little patch of hair there and played with it absently, tracing lazy circles.
“Finally,” she whispered, voice muffled against his skin, “after weeks… I can rest my head here again.”
Vikram’s arm came around her shoulders. He laughed softly — the sound rumbling in his chest beneath her ear.
“I miss this too. Business is eating me. The new business…”
Mirnaa lifted her head just enough to look at him. Her hair fell over one shoulder, tickling his skin.
“You still haven’t told me what sort of business it is.”
Vikram didn’t hesitate. The lie came smooth and instant.
“It’s new — logistics. I’m doing it with Krish.”
He stroked her hair, fingers gentle. “If you feel bad about this… how are you going to manage in the upcoming days?”
Before she could answer, his phone buzzed once on the sideboard — he had forgotten to fully silence it. He reached over, glanced at the screen.
Unknown number.
A single photo: Bharath and Aadharsh standing together beside a consignment truck. Bharath’s face was half in shadow, but the message was clear.
He joined. So fast.
Vikram’s jaw tightened for half a second.
Mirnaa noticed. “What is it? You won’t be available regularly?”
He set the phone back down, face-down. “Yes. You’ll need someone to chat with, at least. A friend.”
Mirnaa sighed, settling her head back on his chest. “I have only Priya… and she’ll have to go to her husband’s place soon.”
Vikram saw the opening. He took it slowly, voice casual.
“I want to ask you one thing. What do you think about me calling Bharath to stay here?”
Mirnaa lifted her head again, surprised. “Actually… I wanted to speak about him, but you were busy.”
Vikram asked gently: “What is it?”
Mirnaa sat up a little, propping herself on one elbow. “Through Shiney and Priya… I realized he’s been deploying securities. Trailing us. For our safety.”
Vikram realized — it was one of the fake games he had played. Bharath’s “protection” story had spread exactly as intended.
He nodded once. “I know.”
Mirnaa’s eyes widened. “Then… you know the accident was the big-shot’s doing?”
Vikram thought for a second. This was perfect — Mirnaa herself was handing him the reason to bring Bharath in without raising suspicion.
He nodded slowly. “Yes. Like he saved you… he saved me. We thought telling you would scare you.”
Mirnaa playfully beat his chest — light, teasing. “I’m strong enough to handle things now!”
Vikram laughed — genuine this time, the sound rumbling under her palm.
“Then you didn’t answer my first question. What do you think about calling Bharath to stay here?”
Mirnaa smiled softly, settling back down against him. “I’m okay… but why suddenly? Anything important?”
Vikram didn’t want to spoil her mood or cause fear. “Bharath has some issues lately. He’s been very sad. Suspended too.”
Mirnaa asked: “What happened?”
Vikram said: “It’s a long story.
Also its not that he dont have a place, he is super rich than us, but he is all alone.. for things he had done to us, i wanted to repay my kindness by letting him inside our and give him a family/friendship bond, i wanted to say we are there for him.
Regarding his issues..
I’ll tell you later. But… can we take him in?”
Mirnaa nodded immediately, without hesitation. “Call him tomorrow itself. I’ll make arrangements. He helped us a lot — we need to repay it and friends staying here is fun for us right”
Vikram thought: This is enough for now.
He slowly added: Aapart from repaying I have a selfish reason too.”
Mirnaa asked: “What is it?”
Vikram said: “The new business needs more of my presence abroad. If I go there… for your safety, Bharath will be here.
I actually compelled him like that stay with us like i fear for your safety after recent happenings. Else he wont agree.
He can even take you to the hospital regularly. And you’ll have a friend to speak with.”
Mirnaa smiled, her eyes softening in the dim bedside light. “This is not selfish then. It’s your love for me — you don’t want me to feel lonely and want to give me some safety .”
She paused, voice dropping to a whisper. “Thanks.”
Vikram brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I don’t know if you’d be comfortable around him.”
Mirnaa laughed softly — that light, girlish sound he had always loved. “What’s there? He’s a good person. I’ll be 100% comfortable around him.”
She added, almost shyly: “So we both thought of speaking about him… fine.”
Vikram looked at her — really looked. The woman he had built his entire normal life around. The woman he was now risking, piece by piece, for an empire that wasn’t even his yet. He didn’t know what tomorrow held — Bharath under the same roof, the rules in motion, the tightrope beginning.
But tonight, she was still only his.
He leaned in and initiated a kiss — slow, deep, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Mirnaa sighed against his lips, hands sliding up his bare chest. He kissed her again, hungrier this time, tongue brushing hers. She responded, soft and eager, her body pressing closer.
His hands moved over the thin fabric of her nighty — tracing the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips. The material was soft, almost sheer under his fingers. He tugged it upward slowly, exposing her thighs, then higher, until the nighty bunched at her waist. Mirnaa lifted her arms without a word, letting him pull it over her head.
She lay back on the pillow, bare except for simple cotton panties, breathing a little faster now. Vikram paused, drinking her in — the way her breasts rose and fell, nipples already tightening in the cool air, the soft curve of her stomach, the faint stretch marks from years together that he had always found beautiful.
She reached for him, fingers curling around his neck, pulling him down.
Their bodies met — skin on skin, heat on heat. Vikram settled between her thighs in missionary, the position that always felt like coming home. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, then lower — taking one nipple into his mouth, tongue circling slowly. Mirnaa arched, a quiet moan escaping her. His hand slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers finding her already wet.
“Vikram…” she whispered, hips lifting toward his touch.
He stroked her gently at first — slow circles over her clit, then dipping inside, feeling her clench around his fingers. She gasped, nails digging lightly into his shoulders.
He pulled her panties down and off in one smooth motion. Then he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock brushing her slick folds.
Mirnaa wrapped her legs around his waist.
He pushed in slowly — inch by inch — until he was fully seated inside her. She moaned softly, head falling back. Vikram stayed still for a moment, savoring the tight, warm grip of her around him, the way her inner walls fluttered.
Then he began to move.
Slow, deep thrusts at first — pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in fully. Mirnaa’s breath hitched with every stroke. Her hands roamed his back, nails dragging lightly. He kissed her again — open-mouthed, hungry — swallowing her moans.
As the rhythm built, his mind betrayed him.
For a split second — unbidden — he saw Bharath in his place. Bharath’s broader shoulders pinning her down. Bharath’s hands gripping her hips. Bharath thrusting into her, making her gasp the way she was gasping now. The image was vivid, sharp, unwanted.
Vikram’s next thrust was harder — almost punishing.
Mirnaa cried out — not in pain, but pleasure — her body arching to meet him.
He buried the thought. Forced it down. This was his wife. His Mirnaa. Not Bharath’s. Not yet. Maybe never.
He angled his hips, hitting the spot inside her that always made her tremble. She clenched around him, nails raking his back.
“Vikram… oh no”
He kept the pace steady — deep, deliberate — until her breathing turned ragged, her thighs shaking. He felt her orgasm build — the way her walls fluttered, tightened, then pulsed hard around him as she came with a quiet, shuddering cry, trembling beneath him.
Vikram followed moments later — spilling inside her with a low groan, hips stuttering as pleasure ripped through him.
They stayed tangled, breathing hard.
Bodies slick with sweat.
He didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside her, softening slowly, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
Mirnaa nuzzled into his neck, sleepy and sated.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Vikram kissed her hair.
“I love you too.”
They slept nude, bodies tangled — her head on his chest again, his arm around her protectively.
No dreams came that night.
No fire. No crash. No Sekaran.
Just the warmth of her against him.
But in the quiet dark, guilt whispered anyway.
Sorry for everything.
He held her tighter.
Tomorrow, Bharath would move in.
And the game would begin.
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