Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

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Chapter 77 – Mirna's Guilt Erased, Vikram's Control , Bharath's Instinct 



The morning came soft and golden, sunlight slipping through the half-open balcony curtains, painting long, warm stripes across the bedroom floor.

Vikram woke slowly — the bed still warm, the sheets tangled around Mirnaa’s legs. He reached for her instinctively — but something felt off.
She was still sleeping.

Usually she was awake first — coffee ready in a flash, the faint sound of the shower running by the time his eyes opened. Today — silence. No clink of cups. No water running. Just her soft, even breathing.
He turned toward her.

Vikram and Mirna

Mirnaa lay curled on her side — facing away from him — lavender nighty twisted around her hips, one strap slipped off her shoulder, exposing the smooth curve of her back. Her hair fanned across the pillow like dark silk. She looked peaceful — almost childlike — lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed from sleep.

Vikram watched her — chest rising and falling gently — and felt a strange mix of tenderness and unease.
She slept like a baby.

He didn’t know why she looked so… unguarded.
He didn’t know her lips had been tasted by another man last night.
He didn’t know Bharath had sucked her mouth slow and deep while she thought it was comfort.
He leaned closer — brushed a strand of hair from her face.

Ten more minutes, he thought. She’ll be late.
He touched her shoulder — gentle.
“Mirnaa…”

Her eyes fluttered open — sleepy, confused.
She blinked up at him.
Then — realization hit.

She sat up fast — nighty slipping further down her arm, the soft swell of her breast almost exposed.
“What time is it?” she whispered, voice hoarse.

Vikram glanced at the clock. “Almost eight.”
Mirnaa’s hands flew to her face. “I… I overslept.”
Vikram smiled — soft — and leaned in to kiss her forehead.


The first thing she asked — voice small, trembling:
“Why do you want me to kiss like this? Is this not wrong? And why do you call it comfort?”
Vikram froze — lips still on her skin.
He pulled back slowly.

“What?”

Mirnaa looked at him — eyes already filling.
“You said… kiss him. You said he will surrender. First forehead, then cheek, chin… his emotions will get controlled. I did that. But he didn’t… he kept crying. You said kiss and tell it’s to comfort him. So I…”
She swallowed.

“I kissed him on the lips.”

Vikram’s stomach dropped.
“What lips?” His voice was low — dangerous.
Mirnaa’s tears spilled.

What you didn’t mean that? Did I do something you didn’t say?

When did i said? Vikram asked little furious 

“Yeah… he was screaming in pain. You said first forehead, then cheek, chin… he didn’t control. You pushed me — kiss, kiss, kiss — so I kissed him on the lips. That’s when he got controlled.

Sorry i got confused with your voice over air pod, i coughed and alerted you but you insist 

i messed it, I’m sorry…dont dont look me bad”

She hid her face in her palms — shoulders shaking.


Vikram was taken back.
Did she misinterpret my message?
Ever since their marriage he had never seen her cry like this — except in the hospital when he was admitted last time. Silent, heaving sobs. The sound pierced him.
He could not see her cry.
At the same time — he could not agree to her kissing him.
He also feared any single wrong move alerting Bharath would put their progress on hold. After her doing this — he may expect the same sometime soon.
Cannot risk until Dubai trip.
Vikram’s anger intensified — hot, sudden.
But he controlled it.

He wanted to slap her — Are you that naive? Should I spell this out? Don’t you know?
But he swallowed the rage.

Instead — he reached for her — pulled her hands away from her face.
One hand crushed the pillow beside him — knuckles white.
The other hand caressed her hair — gentle, steady.

He leaned in — lips landing on her forehead in one solid, deep kiss.
The kiss lingered — longer than usual — but there was rage in it. His mouth pressed hard — almost punishing — as if trying to erase the memory of another man’s lips on hers.
He pulled back.

Looked at her mouth.
Felt a flicker of disgust.
Shit, he thought.
He controlled himself — barely.

Determined now.

Earlier he had been skeptical.
Now he was very much determined.

He would expose Bharath to Aadharsh — for what he did to her.
He pulled Mirnaa into his arms — tight.

“You did what you thought was right,” he whispered — voice rough.
“I’m not angry at you.”
A lie.

“I’m not angry at him either. It’s truly comfort.”
Another lie — half-true.

Mirnaa sobbed against his chest — softer now.
Vikram held her — jaw clenched.

But Mirnaa suddenly withdrew — fast, almost violently.
“I… I am not in this anymore.”

Vikram’s eyes widened — shock.

Vikram panicked in his mind ---- Mirna, calm down. I too hate it but Your withdrawal will spoil my plan.


He caught her wrists — gentle but firm.

“Mirnaa… if you want, you can withdraw slowly. But see — when you withdraw all of a sudden, he would be more hurt. 
It would damage him mentally.”

He softened his voice.

“Just hang in there. Be a good friend. Just draw a line — nothing more than a kiss, okay?”

Mirnaa looked at him — eyes red, searching.
“Do you think me bad? Am I a bad woman?”

Vikram held her hand — thumb stroking her knuckles.
“When we agreed to help him, I expected someday we might face this… but I never thought it would come this quick. Which means I’m very well prepared.”

He leaned closer — voice low, intimate.
“How can I see you as a bad woman? In my eyes, you get one step ahead in helping one soul With your lips…”

Mirnaa was still in bad mood — tears threatening again.

Vikram joked lightly — trying to ease the tension.
“You once wished to marry a cop, right? Now you at least get a lip.”
Mirnaa felt a shy flush — she beat his chest playfully.
Vikram caught her jaw — gentle — and looked into her eyes.
“In my eyes you are always my love, my wife, my everything. How will I ever think you bad or hate you?”
She hugged him instantly — tight, needy.

Vikram held her — feeling a little easier now.
He slowly revoked the hug — leaned in to kiss her lips.
But the image flashed — Bharath’s mouth on hers.
He stopped — mid-motion — and kissed her forehead instead.
Deep. Possessive.

He whispered: “It’s late. Let’s bath together.”
Ten minutes later — they bathed together, nude under the shower.
Water cascaded over them — hot, steaming.

Vikram’s fingers caressed her lips — slow, deliberate circles — while she thought he was enjoying her.
But he was cleaning them.
Cleaning the lips kissed by Bharath.

He forced his mouth on hers — shower water rushing between their lips — passing into her mouth like cleansing. 
Along with that — he fixed a kiss. Deep. Possessive.
Romantic for her.
A mere cleaning process for him.

When they exited the bathroom — Mirnaa felt very shy.
He never does like this…
He smiled — warm.

“See… I always love you.”

She hesitated — then asked:
“What should I do with Bharath?”

Vikram — calculatedly — said:
“Hang there. Don’t hate him or push him. If you feel right, if he asks — give him a kiss.
If he doesn’t — don’t volunteer yourself.

Even if I say, even if he asks — if you feel you don’t want to — say it clearly to him. Don’t do without your own consent.
But if he insists more — tell him kiss is the boundary you drew.

Other than that — be casual like always. Don’t let him know you are weak. For any matter.

For the two weeks in Dubai — he might need to be here. I don’t want any misunderstanding between you two. 
Like I said already — be in healthy friendship. Date him. Few kisses. That should be the limit.”
Mirnaa nodded — understandingly.

She resolved — felt calm only after speaking with Vikram.
Mirnaa seemed like she got clarity.

They came together downstairs — breakfast not prepared.
Vikram said: “Bharath, she slept long. We can have breakfast together outside.”
Bharath saw them.

Mirnaa had no discomfort in her eyes.
Vikram looked so calm.

Bharath’s instinct alerted — something in him shifted.
He smiled — small, hidden.
The game continued.