08-02-2026, 06:34 AM
Continuation:
Vikram raised an eyebrow. “Why this saree like you are going for a function? You look gorgeous.”
Mirnaa twirled once, smiling shyly. “Guest arriving. Right shouldn't I not look good?”
Vikram stepped closer, touched the edge of the pallu. “Madam, You have to go to the hospital. Wear it in the evening.”
Mirnaa froze — then facepalmed with a giggle. “Oh god, yes. I forgot.”
She laughed at herself, the sound light and unguarded.
Vikram watched her, chest tightening.
She’s excited.
Her excitement made him uncomfortable — but he trusted his process.
He said, “See, he’s our friend. He’s going to stay with us for months — maybe even a year, depending on his mood. Will you wear gorgeous stuff regularly?”
Mirnaa giggled again, cheeks pink. “Maybe.”
She went back inside to change.
Vikram exhaled slowly.
The Thar arrived at exactly 10 a.m.
Vikram had just returned from dropping Mirnaa at the hospital. He watched from the balcony as Bharath stepped out — black shirt, dark jeans, sunglasses, moving with that quiet predator grace.
Bharath looked up, saw Vikram, gave a small nod.
Vikram came downstairs.
He allocated the first bedroom on the ground floor to Bharath — near the kitchen and hallway, exactly opposite the indoor pool.
The room had a view of the pool through glass doors, private but central.
Bharath walked in, looked around.
“You have taste in your vision,” he said, almost mocking.
Vikram didn’t react. “Thank you.”
They stood in the hall.
Vikram spoke low.
“Now let me dictate the general script you need to follow.”
Bharath crossed his arms. “Go on.”
Vikram’s voice stayed steady.
“The story you tell her is this — your own story. How your family cheated you by splitting you from Manya. Then your wife cheated on you — the baby wasn’t yours, they hurt you by not letting you see it, even its few yours you had good bonding with the kid. Suspended because of you offending the bigshot. Misunderstanding between us because of Krish. That’s enough for her to feel bad for you. Enough to bring you closer.
But use this only for friendship. Do not start anything physical with these sympathy card.. she is innocent and naive but not fool. And dont spill this story as soon as she comes. Wait patiently, you will get right time to slowly feed this to her. And i will do that too sometime, thing is it has to be uniform like when she hear from me or from you both versions has to be same.
Bharath didnt ask why! Because he knows, through Shiney, Mirna's weakness. All he need to do is cook a story that she feel bad for him, she will be on his side, this was his plan too. But Vikram does it perfectly. He realised Vikram is seriously helping him.
Vikram continued.. For now
I will pin a story about big-shot trouble. I will say im busy in business and I’ll make her get your ride in the Thar to the hospital.
Use those rides to building the conversations
Start slow — like, where to drop, what time to pick.
Then roam here and there like you have suspicion.
Then, as days pass, spill the story slowly. ,You dont need to ask, she will ask herself, small by small,
You spill as much as withing her question
Bharath nodded once.
Vikram continued.
“Evening when Mirnaa comes home. She will welcome you.
You don’t speak much — stay reserved. Let her wonder."
Bharath’s lips twitched. “You really planned this.”
Vikram didn’t answer.
He had.
The night came.
Mirnaa returned — still in her nursing saree, tired but smiling.
She welcomed Bharath warmly.
“I’m happy to see you here,” she said. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Bharath didn’t speak much — just a quiet “Thank you” and a nod. He stayed distant, almost unsocial.
Which surprised Vikram.
He expected a few more words from him..
He wasn’t sure what game Bharath was playing.
Later, in the kitchen, Mirnaa complained softly to Vikram.
“Why is Bharath not speaking well? He’s been so unsocial.”
Vikram spun the lie instantly.
“He’s hurt by humans. So he’s not ready to emotionally invest in friendship yet.”
Mirnaa’s face softened — sympathy flickering in her eyes.
Vikram added, gentle: “I hope we can bring him back.
In a way, you both are the same — a bit unsocial. Just be friendly with him. He will open up when he is comfortable”
Mirnaa nodded slowly.
“I’ll try.”
Vikram watched her walk away.
.
The game had begun.
And he had already risked everything
Vikram raised an eyebrow. “Why this saree like you are going for a function? You look gorgeous.”
Mirnaa twirled once, smiling shyly. “Guest arriving. Right shouldn't I not look good?”
Vikram stepped closer, touched the edge of the pallu. “Madam, You have to go to the hospital. Wear it in the evening.”
Mirnaa froze — then facepalmed with a giggle. “Oh god, yes. I forgot.”
She laughed at herself, the sound light and unguarded.
Vikram watched her, chest tightening.
She’s excited.
Her excitement made him uncomfortable — but he trusted his process.
He said, “See, he’s our friend. He’s going to stay with us for months — maybe even a year, depending on his mood. Will you wear gorgeous stuff regularly?”
Mirnaa giggled again, cheeks pink. “Maybe.”
She went back inside to change.
Vikram exhaled slowly.
The Thar arrived at exactly 10 a.m.
Vikram had just returned from dropping Mirnaa at the hospital. He watched from the balcony as Bharath stepped out — black shirt, dark jeans, sunglasses, moving with that quiet predator grace.
Bharath looked up, saw Vikram, gave a small nod.
Vikram came downstairs.
He allocated the first bedroom on the ground floor to Bharath — near the kitchen and hallway, exactly opposite the indoor pool.
The room had a view of the pool through glass doors, private but central.
Bharath walked in, looked around.
“You have taste in your vision,” he said, almost mocking.
Vikram didn’t react. “Thank you.”
They stood in the hall.
Vikram spoke low.
“Now let me dictate the general script you need to follow.”
Bharath crossed his arms. “Go on.”
Vikram’s voice stayed steady.
“The story you tell her is this — your own story. How your family cheated you by splitting you from Manya. Then your wife cheated on you — the baby wasn’t yours, they hurt you by not letting you see it, even its few yours you had good bonding with the kid. Suspended because of you offending the bigshot. Misunderstanding between us because of Krish. That’s enough for her to feel bad for you. Enough to bring you closer.
But use this only for friendship. Do not start anything physical with these sympathy card.. she is innocent and naive but not fool. And dont spill this story as soon as she comes. Wait patiently, you will get right time to slowly feed this to her. And i will do that too sometime, thing is it has to be uniform like when she hear from me or from you both versions has to be same.
Bharath didnt ask why! Because he knows, through Shiney, Mirna's weakness. All he need to do is cook a story that she feel bad for him, she will be on his side, this was his plan too. But Vikram does it perfectly. He realised Vikram is seriously helping him.
Vikram continued.. For now
I will pin a story about big-shot trouble. I will say im busy in business and I’ll make her get your ride in the Thar to the hospital.
Use those rides to building the conversations
Start slow — like, where to drop, what time to pick.
Then roam here and there like you have suspicion.
Then, as days pass, spill the story slowly. ,You dont need to ask, she will ask herself, small by small,
You spill as much as withing her question
Bharath nodded once.
Vikram continued.
“Evening when Mirnaa comes home. She will welcome you.
You don’t speak much — stay reserved. Let her wonder."
Bharath’s lips twitched. “You really planned this.”
Vikram didn’t answer.
He had.
The night came.
Mirnaa returned — still in her nursing saree, tired but smiling.
She welcomed Bharath warmly.
“I’m happy to see you here,” she said. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Bharath didn’t speak much — just a quiet “Thank you” and a nod. He stayed distant, almost unsocial.
Which surprised Vikram.
He expected a few more words from him..
He wasn’t sure what game Bharath was playing.
Later, in the kitchen, Mirnaa complained softly to Vikram.
“Why is Bharath not speaking well? He’s been so unsocial.”
Vikram spun the lie instantly.
“He’s hurt by humans. So he’s not ready to emotionally invest in friendship yet.”
Mirnaa’s face softened — sympathy flickering in her eyes.
Vikram added, gentle: “I hope we can bring him back.
In a way, you both are the same — a bit unsocial. Just be friendly with him. He will open up when he is comfortable”
Mirnaa nodded slowly.
“I’ll try.”
Vikram watched her walk away.
.
The game had begun.
And he had already risked everything
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