Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

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Chapter 65 – Bharath Arrives to Stay at Mirna & Vikram’s House'


The morning arrived softer than Vikram expected.

He had slept longer than usual — deep, dreamless sleep, the kind that comes after exhaustion finally wins. No nightmares of fire or Sekaran’s last shove. Just darkness. When he woke, the bed was empty beside him. The sound of water running came from the attached bathroom — Mirnaa already bathing.

Vikram sat up slowly. His ribs protested, but the ache was duller now. He looked around the room — the nighty she had worn last night still lay folded on the chair, the sheets tangled from their lovemaking. The memory of her body under his, the quiet way she came, lingered like a ghost. Warm. Real. His.

But today was different.
Bharath was coming.

Vikram stood, walked to the balcony. The sea air hit him — fresh, salty, indifferent. He breathed it in deeply, trying to steady the tremor in his chest.


He wasn’t panicked. Not exactly.
He was shaking — a low, internal vibration. Not fear. Calculation. The tightrope had begun, and every step forward carried weight.
He pulled out his phone.
Prem had texted overnight.

Consignment cleared. Smooth. Bharath moved fast.
Vikram stared at the message.
So fast.

Pride flickered — then unease. Bharath was efficient. Too efficient. At this rate, two issues loomed:
One: He would fuck Mirnaa before Vikram could pull him back.
Two: Aadharsh would smell something soon — too many wins, too quick.

He immediately texted Bharath.
Call.
The phone rang in under a minute.
Bharath’s voice came through — calm, almost amused.
“Hope you got the message. Happy?”


Vikram kept his tone even. “You’re too fast. They’ll be watching you. Be careful. Next plan — take it slow for Krish and my group. Fasten your grip at Aadharsh’s place, but don’t make it obvious.”
Bharath chuckled low. “Sure.”

Vikram continued. “Come at 10 a.m. I’ll drop Mirnaa at the hospital and come back. We need to plan things before she returns.”
Bharath agreed without hesitation. “See you then.”
Vikram ended the call.

He turned.

Mirnaa stepped out of the bathroom — fresh, glowing, wrapped in a towel. She wore a gorgeous saree — deep maroon silk, gold border, the kind she saved for special days. It hugged her curves perfectly, the pallu dbangd over one shoulder, blouse low enough to show the gentle swell of her breasts.