11-02-2026, 03:17 PM
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Chapter 88 - Bharath new request to Mirna on Flight
Vikram woke in the star hotel room in Noida — body aching, mind sharp.
Last night had been brutal — hours of negotiation, tense voices, veiled threats from the client’s side, Krish pushing hard for concessions.
They had finally broken at 2 AM — agreement in principle, final signatures today.
He checked his phone first — habit.
Mirnaa’s message from yesterday stared back: the selfie in the crop top and skirt. Midriff bare, shy smile, eyes sparkling.
We reached. How my new outfit looks?
His chest tightened. But he doesn't want to say something that enrage Bharath, because they are yet to sign and they are not sure where Aadharsh is.. only Bharath can help them now. So he acted cool..
He typed quickly:
Wow gorgeous… this Mirnaa I have never seen. Should I say thanks to Bharath? ?
He added the wink emoji — trying to keep it light
The Bangalore morning light slipped through the hotel curtains — soft, hazy, warming the suite slowly.
Mirnaa woke first — the king-size bed vast around her, Bharath still asleep beside her.
She turned slightly — careful not to disturb him — and reached for her phone on the nightstand.
Vikram’s reply to her selfie from yesterday stared back: Wow gorgeous… this Mirnaa I have never seen. Should I say thanks to Bharath? ?
She smiled — small, shy — and replied: Your cop friend, my cop date is so insisting… I did it for you…
He responded almost immediately: Okay take care. Be cautious and play free with caution. ?
She winked back: ?
She set the phone down — heart fluttering. The new outfit photo had been bold for her — crop top showing midriff — but Vikram liked it.
She felt… free. A little less guilty.
Bharath stirred behind her — his arm dbangd loosely over her waist from the night before.
She froze — suddenly aware of how close they were. His body heat pressed against her back, the thin slip nighty barely a barrier. She could feel his morning erection — hard, insistent — against her lower back. She shifted slightly — trying to move away without waking him.
Bharath’s eyes opened — dark, alert.
He felt her pull away — and smiled internally. Opportunity.
He tightened his arm around her waist — pulling her back gently but firmly against him.
“Good morning,” he whispered — breath warm on her neck.
Mirnaa’s breath caught
She didn’t pull away — thrill mixing with guilt.
He kissed her shoulder — soft.
“See? morning love they say.”
She lay there — heart pounding, body warm.
He rose — stretched — and headed to the bathroom.
Mirnaa sat up — cheeks flushed.
And she hadn’t stopped him.
They ate breakfast — room service: fresh idlis, coffee, fruit.
Packed and gone to catch the flight.
Flight to Goa
The airport was bustling — check-in quick, Bharath handling everything.
Mirnaa’s excitement built — this was her real first flight. Chennai to Bangalore had been by car — long drive, no air travel.
This — to Goa — was new.
She sat by the window — gripping the armrest as the plane taxied.
Takeoff — engines roaring, plane tilting up.
She panicked and quickly changed to Bharath's seat
Her breath rose fast — panic flickering.
Bharath smirked — subtle.
He placed his hand on her breast — over the crop top — firm, calming.
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“That’s okay… I’m here. I’m here.”
She gasped — but didn’t push him away.
The plane leveled — she exhaled — phewww.
His hand stayed — warm, possessive.
She looked down — realized where it was.
He pressed softly — thumb circling once.
then he told in her ears
“Your breast is big comfort. It comforted me last night… comforting yourself now. Its truly big”
She beat his hand — playful, embarrassed.
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“No Bharath… you are going too much.”
He laughed — low.
“This is what flirting is.”
She smiled — shy.
“I know…”
Then — curious.
“Where are we boarding to?”
He caught her hand — held it tight.
“Goa.”
He leaned closer — voice intimate.
“Mirnaa… until last night I gave you many spaces and time to gel with a date — prepare yourself. Once we land in Goa — you should shed your full inhibition, fear, insecurity etc. Trust me to the fullest. We will have fun there. And consider me as a lover for the rest of days we will be in Goa. I ask for your permission.”
Mirnaa looked into his eyes — confused.
“Lover in the sense…?”
He smiled — gentle.
“Forget you are Vikram’s wife — like he asked. Once we land there — I will consider you as my lover.
I will shower you with love. We will speak a lot like lovers. Real one.”
Mirnaa swallowed — heart racing.
Bharath assured — hand squeezing hers.
“We won’t do anything wrong. Just love, life, talk and sharing each other stories, and what we want to do in future and many more hidden wishes of us. in simple term Being free and being us.”
Mirnaa shook her head — like she understood.
He said — soft.
“I love you.”
Mirnaa smiled — small, shy.
He held her hand tighter.
“In an hour — we will be in Goa.”
The plane descended — Goa coastline appearing below — golden beaches, blue sea.
Bharath looked at her — eyes dark with promise.
The trap was about to spring.
Vikram woke in the star hotel room in Noida — body aching, mind sharp.
Last night had been brutal — hours of negotiation, tense voices, veiled threats from the client’s side, Krish pushing hard for concessions.
They had finally broken at 2 AM — agreement in principle, final signatures today.
He checked his phone first — habit.
Mirnaa’s message from yesterday stared back: the selfie in the crop top and skirt. Midriff bare, shy smile, eyes sparkling.
We reached. How my new outfit looks?
His chest tightened. But he doesn't want to say something that enrage Bharath, because they are yet to sign and they are not sure where Aadharsh is.. only Bharath can help them now. So he acted cool..
He typed quickly:
Wow gorgeous… this Mirnaa I have never seen. Should I say thanks to Bharath? ?
He added the wink emoji — trying to keep it light
The Bangalore morning light slipped through the hotel curtains — soft, hazy, warming the suite slowly.
Mirnaa woke first — the king-size bed vast around her, Bharath still asleep beside her.
She turned slightly — careful not to disturb him — and reached for her phone on the nightstand.
Vikram’s reply to her selfie from yesterday stared back: Wow gorgeous… this Mirnaa I have never seen. Should I say thanks to Bharath? ?
She smiled — small, shy — and replied: Your cop friend, my cop date is so insisting… I did it for you…
He responded almost immediately: Okay take care. Be cautious and play free with caution. ?
She winked back: ?
She set the phone down — heart fluttering. The new outfit photo had been bold for her — crop top showing midriff — but Vikram liked it.
She felt… free. A little less guilty.
Bharath stirred behind her — his arm dbangd loosely over her waist from the night before.
She froze — suddenly aware of how close they were. His body heat pressed against her back, the thin slip nighty barely a barrier. She could feel his morning erection — hard, insistent — against her lower back. She shifted slightly — trying to move away without waking him.
Bharath’s eyes opened — dark, alert.
He felt her pull away — and smiled internally. Opportunity.
He tightened his arm around her waist — pulling her back gently but firmly against him.
“Good morning,” he whispered — breath warm on her neck.
Mirnaa’s breath caught
She didn’t pull away — thrill mixing with guilt.
He kissed her shoulder — soft.
“See? morning love they say.”
She lay there — heart pounding, body warm.
He rose — stretched — and headed to the bathroom.
Mirnaa sat up — cheeks flushed.
And she hadn’t stopped him.
They ate breakfast — room service: fresh idlis, coffee, fruit.
Packed and gone to catch the flight.
Flight to Goa
The airport was bustling — check-in quick, Bharath handling everything.
Mirnaa’s excitement built — this was her real first flight. Chennai to Bangalore had been by car — long drive, no air travel.
This — to Goa — was new.
She sat by the window — gripping the armrest as the plane taxied.
Takeoff — engines roaring, plane tilting up.
She panicked and quickly changed to Bharath's seat
Her breath rose fast — panic flickering.
Bharath smirked — subtle.
He placed his hand on her breast — over the crop top — firm, calming.
She gasped — but didn’t push him away.
The plane leveled — she exhaled — phewww.
His hand stayed — warm, possessive.
She looked down — realized where it was.
He pressed softly — thumb circling once.
then he told in her ears
“Your breast is big comfort. It comforted me last night… comforting yourself now. Its truly big”
She beat his hand — playful, embarrassed.
“No Bharath… you are going too much.”
He laughed — low.
“This is what flirting is.”
She smiled — shy.
“I know…”
Then — curious.
“Where are we boarding to?”
He caught her hand — held it tight.
“Goa.”
He leaned closer — voice intimate.
“Mirnaa… until last night I gave you many spaces and time to gel with a date — prepare yourself. Once we land in Goa — you should shed your full inhibition, fear, insecurity etc. Trust me to the fullest. We will have fun there. And consider me as a lover for the rest of days we will be in Goa. I ask for your permission.”
Mirnaa looked into his eyes — confused.
“Lover in the sense…?”
He smiled — gentle.
“Forget you are Vikram’s wife — like he asked. Once we land there — I will consider you as my lover.
I will shower you with love. We will speak a lot like lovers. Real one.”
Mirnaa swallowed — heart racing.
Bharath assured — hand squeezing hers.
“We won’t do anything wrong. Just love, life, talk and sharing each other stories, and what we want to do in future and many more hidden wishes of us. in simple term Being free and being us.”
Mirnaa shook her head — like she understood.
He said — soft.
“I love you.”
Mirnaa smiled — small, shy.
He held her hand tighter.
“In an hour — we will be in Goa.”
The plane descended — Goa coastline appearing below — golden beaches, blue sea.
Bharath looked at her — eyes dark with promise.
The trap was about to spring.
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