08-02-2026, 08:22 AM
Chapter 67 – Mirnaa and Bharath’s First Solo Drive
The morning arrived with a quiet that felt almost too calm.
Vikram woke slowly, the sheets still warm from Mirnaa’s body. He reached for her instinctively — but the bed was empty. The faint sound of water came from the bathroom. She was already bathing.
He sat up, ribs protesting under the tape. The room was bathed in soft golden light from the balcony doors. He glanced at the clock — 7:15 a.m.
Then he noticed the driveway through the window.
The Thar was gone.
Vikram’s stomach dropped.
He had scheduled Bharath to pick Mirnaa up at 9 a.m. — after breakfast, after he could brief Bharath again, set the tone, remind him of the rules. But Bharath had left at dawn.
Fury flared — sharp, hot. He’s too fast. Always too fast.
Vikram grabbed his phone.
Two messages waited.
Sulaiman: 6 consignments cleared overnight. Clean. Next step?
Prem: Small bidders already giving advance. Booking more. We’re moving.
Vikram stared at the screen.
Bharath was delivering — faster than expected. Good for the empire. Bad for control.
This pressures him to push more from him side on Mirnaa.
He walked into the secret room, locked the door behind him.
The monitors glowed to life. He opened his laptop, activated the voice software, and spoke as Shadow — low, distorted, authoritative.
“Next week: 79 packages must be delivered. No delays. No leaks.
Sulaiman — coordinate small bids, keep volume high but fragmented.
Prem — no sabotage on Aadharsh’s big package today.
Let him grow. Let him feel safe. I’ll share details in our next meet. Right now, concentrate only on what I say.”
He ended the call.
His phone rang immediately.
Krish.
Vikram answered.
Krish’s voice was tight. “You asked for two days to confirm. Things are already happening. How? I heard Bharath joined Aadharsh a day back.”
Vikram smiled — cold, private.
“Both are true. Bharath has been working as a double agent.”
Krish’s breath caught. “What did you offer him?”
Vikram lied smoothly. “Manya. I promised him I’ll get him married to Manya. He took the risk.”
A pause.
Krish laughed — short, disbelieving. “You are something else, Vikram. I’ll come to the house in the morning.”
Vikram cut in. “No. For some days, let’s contact only by phone. No direct meetings.”
Krish paused. “Why?”
Vikram didn’t answer that part. “Trust my words.”
Vikram doesnt want anyone to smell what he is doing with Bharath and Mirnaa
Krish did. He always did.
Call ended.
Vikram turned to the monitors.
He pulled up the camera feeds — timestamped.
Bharath had left at 4:00 a.m.
He had taken a bath at 3:50 a.m.
Vikram opened the bathroom clip.
Bharath under the shower — water streaming over a perfect body. Not extreme bodybuilder, but disciplined — broad shoulders, defined chest, hair trailing down to powerful thighs. His cock hung heavy — same length as Vikram’s but thicker, veins prominent even soft.
Vikram stared.
Jealousy spiked — small, sharp.
He should unplug him from the empire, before Bharath tries to bed her. Once he has sex… Mirnaa won’t be able to come out.
He closed the clip.
Switched to Mirnaa’s morning bath.
She stood under the rain shower, nude, water tracing every curve — fuller breasts, soft hips, the gentle roundness she had gained. She lathered slowly, hands gliding over skin, head tilted back.
Vikram played both clips side by side — Bharath and Mirnaa.
They made the hottest pair.
Better than him and her.
A little insecurity flared — hot, ugly.
He took a deep breath.
Pushed it down.
He decided: full stop once he had 50% of clients on his side.
The past voyeurism incidents had already affected him — slowly letting his wife slip into someone else’s orbit did hit his mind. But he could not appreciate it. Not yet.
He closed the feeds.
Mirnaa prepared breakfast — masala dosa, chutney, sambar. The smell filled the house.
Vikram decided to get ready. Bharath hadn’t arrived.
When he came down for breakfast, the Thar sound came in.
Bharath stepped inside.
“Hey buddy,” Vikram said. “Breakfast is ready. Join us.”
Bharath joined them at the table.
Mirnaa served him masala dosa, chutney, sambar — smiling softly.
Vikram asked: “How is it?”
Bharath said: “Delicious.” He looked at Mirnaa. “Thank you.”
Mirnaa smiled a bit — shy, nerdy, unsure how to start a conversation.
Vikram asked Bharath: “Where did you go in the morning?”
Bharath said quietly: “Business. Consignments. Short the way.” Only Vikram could hear the subtext.
Mirnaa got back with her handbag and lunch boxes.
Vikram said: “Bharath, Mirnaa is ready. Hope you can drop her. You know I have works, right?”
Bharath gently nodded.
With Bharath present, Vikram turned to Mirnaa.
“Mirnaa, you know Bharath will be picking you up and dropping you for your safety from today for some months”
She nodded — trusting.
They dispersed.
Vikram watched from the balcony as she got into the Thar.
The lion picked up its prey and left the gate.
Vikram felt an unease — sharp, deep.
But he trusted Mirnaa.
With everything going as per plan in the business, he didn’t want anything to spoil it.
Meanwhile, Bharath and Mirnaa in the Thar — 10 minutes into the drive.
Mirnaa was replaying everything Vikram had said to her last night.
She decided to initiate a conversation an attempt to bring him inside as Friend.
“Bharath… you know my hospital, right?”
Bharath glanced at her — brief, controlled. “I have visited many times. Won’t I know?”
Mirnaa laughed — soft, embarrassed. “Oops. Sorry.”
She caught the smallest smile crossing Bharath’s lips.
She said: “Looks like you know how to smile. And it’s nice.”
Bharath stayed quiet.
Mirnaa continued: “Sorry to bother you.
I realize you’re not a talkative person.
But I feel bored in such drives.
Vikram and I used to speak a lot.”
The conversation felt organic. Simple.
Bharath finally spoke — voice low.
“I used to talk a lot. But these days I’m tired.
Sometimes when your words are enough for people to understand you… it’s better not to.”
Mirnaa realized — he could have been hurt deeply in the past.
Bharath gave a calculative reply so it wont feel sudden for him into jump in conversation
The hospital arrived in time.
She said: “Thanks.”
“Evening 6:30. My duty time will be over.”
Bharath said: “Okay.”
He asked: “Do you have my number?”
She said: “My husband has.”
He handed her his phone. “Give it to me.”
They saved each other’s numbers.
Mirnaa smiled — small, hopeful.
She hoped things would go better — if he could at least give a word like this.
Bharath’s Thar moved near the gate.
He reversed.
Parked in a hideout — out of sight.
He opened his laptop.
Monitored Mirnaa and Priya through the hidden cams.
Their talks.
Bharath suspected Vikram might have surveillance at the house.
He knew he couldn’t risk his movements there — it would complicate things at Aadharsh’s place.
He doubted: What if Vikram plays a double-agent role — gets all the work done and gives me to Aadharsh?
So he decided on a counter-plan — one that would save him from any step Vikram might take.
Vikram didn’t realize Bharath had been this careful.
And Bharath’s intention toward Mirnaa remained the same.
He decided to start slow — exactly as Vikram wanted.
When Vikram put in too much trust — that was when Bharath would cross the boundary.
He knew the Thar Jeep and the outside world were the best places — no surveillance.
He decided to act smart.
And go slow.
End goal: bedding — sorry, owning — Mirnaa.
The morning arrived with a quiet that felt almost too calm.
Vikram woke slowly, the sheets still warm from Mirnaa’s body. He reached for her instinctively — but the bed was empty. The faint sound of water came from the bathroom. She was already bathing.
He sat up, ribs protesting under the tape. The room was bathed in soft golden light from the balcony doors. He glanced at the clock — 7:15 a.m.
Then he noticed the driveway through the window.
The Thar was gone.
Vikram’s stomach dropped.
He had scheduled Bharath to pick Mirnaa up at 9 a.m. — after breakfast, after he could brief Bharath again, set the tone, remind him of the rules. But Bharath had left at dawn.
Fury flared — sharp, hot. He’s too fast. Always too fast.
Vikram grabbed his phone.
Two messages waited.
Sulaiman: 6 consignments cleared overnight. Clean. Next step?
Prem: Small bidders already giving advance. Booking more. We’re moving.
Vikram stared at the screen.
Bharath was delivering — faster than expected. Good for the empire. Bad for control.
This pressures him to push more from him side on Mirnaa.
He walked into the secret room, locked the door behind him.
The monitors glowed to life. He opened his laptop, activated the voice software, and spoke as Shadow — low, distorted, authoritative.
“Next week: 79 packages must be delivered. No delays. No leaks.
Sulaiman — coordinate small bids, keep volume high but fragmented.
Prem — no sabotage on Aadharsh’s big package today.
Let him grow. Let him feel safe. I’ll share details in our next meet. Right now, concentrate only on what I say.”
He ended the call.
His phone rang immediately.
Krish.
Vikram answered.
Krish’s voice was tight. “You asked for two days to confirm. Things are already happening. How? I heard Bharath joined Aadharsh a day back.”
Vikram smiled — cold, private.
“Both are true. Bharath has been working as a double agent.”
Krish’s breath caught. “What did you offer him?”
Vikram lied smoothly. “Manya. I promised him I’ll get him married to Manya. He took the risk.”
A pause.
Krish laughed — short, disbelieving. “You are something else, Vikram. I’ll come to the house in the morning.”
Vikram cut in. “No. For some days, let’s contact only by phone. No direct meetings.”
Krish paused. “Why?”
Vikram didn’t answer that part. “Trust my words.”
Vikram doesnt want anyone to smell what he is doing with Bharath and Mirnaa
Krish did. He always did.
Call ended.
Vikram turned to the monitors.
He pulled up the camera feeds — timestamped.
Bharath had left at 4:00 a.m.
He had taken a bath at 3:50 a.m.
Vikram opened the bathroom clip.
Bharath under the shower — water streaming over a perfect body. Not extreme bodybuilder, but disciplined — broad shoulders, defined chest, hair trailing down to powerful thighs. His cock hung heavy — same length as Vikram’s but thicker, veins prominent even soft.
Vikram stared.
Jealousy spiked — small, sharp.
He should unplug him from the empire, before Bharath tries to bed her. Once he has sex… Mirnaa won’t be able to come out.
He closed the clip.
Switched to Mirnaa’s morning bath.
She stood under the rain shower, nude, water tracing every curve — fuller breasts, soft hips, the gentle roundness she had gained. She lathered slowly, hands gliding over skin, head tilted back.
Vikram played both clips side by side — Bharath and Mirnaa.
They made the hottest pair.
Better than him and her.
A little insecurity flared — hot, ugly.
He took a deep breath.
Pushed it down.
He decided: full stop once he had 50% of clients on his side.
The past voyeurism incidents had already affected him — slowly letting his wife slip into someone else’s orbit did hit his mind. But he could not appreciate it. Not yet.
He closed the feeds.
Mirnaa prepared breakfast — masala dosa, chutney, sambar. The smell filled the house.
Vikram decided to get ready. Bharath hadn’t arrived.
When he came down for breakfast, the Thar sound came in.
Bharath stepped inside.
“Hey buddy,” Vikram said. “Breakfast is ready. Join us.”
Bharath joined them at the table.
Mirnaa served him masala dosa, chutney, sambar — smiling softly.
Vikram asked: “How is it?”
Bharath said: “Delicious.” He looked at Mirnaa. “Thank you.”
Mirnaa smiled a bit — shy, nerdy, unsure how to start a conversation.
Vikram asked Bharath: “Where did you go in the morning?”
Bharath said quietly: “Business. Consignments. Short the way.” Only Vikram could hear the subtext.
Mirnaa got back with her handbag and lunch boxes.
Vikram said: “Bharath, Mirnaa is ready. Hope you can drop her. You know I have works, right?”
Bharath gently nodded.
With Bharath present, Vikram turned to Mirnaa.
“Mirnaa, you know Bharath will be picking you up and dropping you for your safety from today for some months”
She nodded — trusting.
They dispersed.
Vikram watched from the balcony as she got into the Thar.
The lion picked up its prey and left the gate.
Vikram felt an unease — sharp, deep.
But he trusted Mirnaa.
With everything going as per plan in the business, he didn’t want anything to spoil it.
Meanwhile, Bharath and Mirnaa in the Thar — 10 minutes into the drive.
Mirnaa was replaying everything Vikram had said to her last night.
She decided to initiate a conversation an attempt to bring him inside as Friend.
“Bharath… you know my hospital, right?”
Bharath glanced at her — brief, controlled. “I have visited many times. Won’t I know?”
Mirnaa laughed — soft, embarrassed. “Oops. Sorry.”
She caught the smallest smile crossing Bharath’s lips.
She said: “Looks like you know how to smile. And it’s nice.”
Bharath stayed quiet.
Mirnaa continued: “Sorry to bother you.
I realize you’re not a talkative person.
But I feel bored in such drives.
Vikram and I used to speak a lot.”
The conversation felt organic. Simple.
Bharath finally spoke — voice low.
“I used to talk a lot. But these days I’m tired.
Sometimes when your words are enough for people to understand you… it’s better not to.”
Mirnaa realized — he could have been hurt deeply in the past.
Bharath gave a calculative reply so it wont feel sudden for him into jump in conversation
The hospital arrived in time.
She said: “Thanks.”
“Evening 6:30. My duty time will be over.”
Bharath said: “Okay.”
He asked: “Do you have my number?”
She said: “My husband has.”
He handed her his phone. “Give it to me.”
They saved each other’s numbers.
Mirnaa smiled — small, hopeful.
She hoped things would go better — if he could at least give a word like this.
Bharath’s Thar moved near the gate.
He reversed.
Parked in a hideout — out of sight.
He opened his laptop.
Monitored Mirnaa and Priya through the hidden cams.
Their talks.
Bharath suspected Vikram might have surveillance at the house.
He knew he couldn’t risk his movements there — it would complicate things at Aadharsh’s place.
He doubted: What if Vikram plays a double-agent role — gets all the work done and gives me to Aadharsh?
So he decided on a counter-plan — one that would save him from any step Vikram might take.
Vikram didn’t realize Bharath had been this careful.
And Bharath’s intention toward Mirnaa remained the same.
He decided to start slow — exactly as Vikram wanted.
When Vikram put in too much trust — that was when Bharath would cross the boundary.
He knew the Thar Jeep and the outside world were the best places — no surveillance.
He decided to act smart.
And go slow.
End goal: bedding — sorry, owning — Mirnaa.
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