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Chapter 89– Bharath ups his seduction game!
The plane touched down in Goa just after noon — humid air rushing in the moment the doors opened. Mirnaa stepped onto the tarmac — eyes wide, still buzzing from the flight. This was her real first flight — the takeoff panic now a distant memory replaced by a strange, fluttering excitement.
As soon as they cleared the gate and entered the arrivals area, he slid his arm around her waist — firm, natural, like a real lover claiming his woman in public.
Mirnaa stiffened for half a second — then smiled a bit. Small, shy, but real.
He leaned in — lips brushing her ear.
“My love…”
The words landed soft — intimate.
She didn’t correct him.
They collected their bags — Bharath had pre-booked a premium self-drive car — sleek black SUV, tinted windows, leather seats.
He opened the passenger door for her — gentlemanly — then slid into the driver’s seat.
Music system on — soft Bollywood romance playlist, volume low at first.
He glanced at her — eyes sparkling.
“No more shyness now, come on… let’s sing.”
Mirnaa laughed — nervous, but free.
He turned the volume up.
A popular track started — Tum Hi Ho — soulful, romantic.
Bharath sang the first line — voice low, surprisingly good.
Mirnaa hesitated — then joined in — soft at first, then louder.
They sang together — off-key, laughing, windows down, wind whipping through the car.
Bharath could not believe it himself.
Just a few more days… if I play patient, she can be my permanent slut.
He leaned over at a red light — kissed her cheek — quick, possessive.
She smiled — bigger this time.
He did it again — second kiss, lingering.
“Look at the road,” she said — half-laughing, half-scolding.
He grinned — hand on her thigh for a moment — then back to the wheel.
They reached the resort by late afternoon — private beach property, secluded, no outsiders allowed beyond the gate. Palm trees, white sand visible from the entrance, waves crashing softly in the distance.
Check-in was smooth — Bharath had booked a beachfront villa — one bedroom, open layout, private infinity pool overlooking the sea.
They stepped inside — cool AC, rose petals scattered on the king-size bed, champagne on ice.
Mirnaa stood in the center — taking it all in.
Bharath watched her — silent, hungry.
Meanwhile — in Noida
Vikram sat in the hotel conference room — suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up.
The client across the table — smiling now, papers spread out.
After hours of back-and-forth — the deal was done.
Signatures tomorrow.
Vikram exhaled — relief flooding him.
Krish clapped him on the back.
“Tonight we celebrate.”
Back in Goa — Afternoon
After a one-hour rest, Bharath took Mirnaa out.
She wore a top and panties covered by a sarong — smiling all the way after dressing inside the villa.
Bharath took her for a walk across the beach. The resort had a beach-themed café and restaurant — 300 meters north.
He took her hand — they walked.
They started running — catching each other — playful, laughing like children.
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They finally came to the restaurant.
They had some fresh juice there — took selfies, photos.
Mirnaa sent the selfies to Vikram — message sent, but no reply.
They sat quietly at a place.
Bharath started his stories — how he wanted to be a cop, how he wanted to marry Manya, how he ended up here.
Mirnaa spoke about how her family was wounded by henchmen and family betrayal — one she could not forgive — and then meeting Vikram, meeting him now.
They shared their versions of what they felt about each other — they didn’t know time was already 4 PM.
She was touched by all the details said by Bharath, especially his visual explanation of he jumping before a truck which was about to ram Vikram's leg, he said he pulled his leg and got saved him (Inside He thought even a child would never believe but she listens). A slight miss his hand would have been caught between the truck and car he said.
Mirna panicked... shocked.. you took all risk for the friendship?
Bharath:No, not because of friendship
Bharath: Because he is your husband, your lover.
I dont like to see you sobbing, whatever you wish should happen. and your life should go smooth
only thing i can do for a soul who saved me..
She just hugged him — tight.
Bharath realized she had tears in her eys
he pulled her into a sweet lip-to-lip kiss.
they departed, a smile on ach other lips.
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Meanwhile, on the way back to some place local men taking them to after negotiation..
Vikram turned on his phone..
There is a selfie where Bharath and Mirna are dangerously close, like a couple, she wears sexy suit, his chest can be seen.
He was panicked he wanted to warn, but they could not see Aadharsh yet, only bharath can help them so continued playing cool.
he looked around to safely text her, so no one would notice
A moment later — the message came from Vikram: Cool, you are good in the beach suit.
Hope all okay with you and your cop boyfriend and not serious
(he was panicked when typing when he saw them too close).
as he sent the car slowed down and every one got out of it
He got a text from Mirna — funny: Nothing serious, just few kisses and chats, we sing and played in beach and car…
Krish called him — “Come, let’s have a beer celebration. Our men are calling.”
They went to a rooftop bar — whiskey, loud music, city lights below.
Vikram didn’t look at the mobile.
Around 5:30 PM – Goa Beach
Bharath and Mirnaa sat at beachside chairs.
Suddenly — few white men came, few white women.
They started singing — all popular and favorite songs of Mirnaa.
She was amazed by it.
She danced and sang along them — it was full fun.
Mirnaa was not herself.
End of the session — the team gave flowers to her. Every man, every woman gave her a flower — and told “I love you, Mirnaa” together.
That is when she realised — these are all an arrangement from Bharath.
Bharath rose from his place.
He kneeled down — opened the ring box.
“Mirnaa, I love you. I always wish but i cannot so i don’t want to marry you.
I know I missed a chance long back. But I have these 6 days to be with you alone.
Can you accept my love?”
The men and women shouted — “Love him! Love him! Love him!”
Mirnaa smiled — laughed — amused — felt shy — all at once.
She took the ring — just for next 6 days — she laughed.
The crowd said — “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
Bharath kissed her on the lips — their tongues met, danced.
The crowd slowly dispersed — leaving them alone.
They continued the kiss.
10 minutes later — when she left — she noticed all others gone except them.
She got a tear — said:
“I don’t know what to say.” but you are too much too much
Bharath put a finger on her mouth.
“Don’t say anything. Just hear what I say, my love.
I LOVE YOU.”
he shouted like he want the entire world hear him
I LOVE YOU MIRNAA....
he came forward and
He carried her in his arms — to the resort villa room.
Meanwhile — in Noida
Vikram drank.
He checked his phone — no new messages from Mirnaa after the selfie reply.
He stared at the last photo
Krish noticed.
“She okay?”
Vikram nodded — forced.
“Yeah. She’s… fine.”
But the silence gnawed.
Back in Goa — Evening
Mirnaa was melted by the love shower.
She asked:
“Is this what you said about showering love?”
Bharath said:
“I do have more. There is a pub here — the colors, light, all will be fantastic. Let’s go there.”
He took her there — they talked a lot — movies, interests, how they were in childhood.
“So what’s your dream about cop lover? Am I fitting in there?” he laughed.
Then he picked her hand — made her touch his biceps.
“This is how a cop should be. And you are opposite — but I like this way.”
Mirnaa allowed him casually to caress her body, when they danced together for DJ music.
They had a quiet dinner at 8 PM.
The villas there usually sign off that time.
They got back to the villa.
Mirnaa got freshened up — came back to the bedroom.
Bharath sat on the bed — he removed his shirt, even shorts — just was in V-cut brief.
His penis formed a tent — visible from outside — the cloth gave it shape.
Mirnaa still in bikini set — she set off sarong.
Bharath pulled her.
He said: “Mirnaa, thanks for the day.”
He hugged her while she stood near him.
The sea waves sound was doing something inside her.
She embraced him — she never experienced such things.
She said: “Thanks to you for opening up me.”
Bharath asked: “Do you like it?”
She said: “Yes — the musical group performed… that’s a sweet surprise.”
He smiled — he looked at the ring she wears — it was one he asked to accept.
Bharath asked: “6 days — will you be my love?”
She nodded — yes.
Bharath rose from his place — went to the luggage — pulled one box — it was a jewel box.
He came near her and said: “Today, I wear this to you.”
He opened it — an Aquamarine Infinity Heart Pendant with Diamonds.
She asked: “Bharath… why this costly?”
He said: “Shhhh.”
He moved her gently to the full-length mirror — stood behind her — his bare chest pressing against her back.
He dbangd the pendant around her neck — fingers brushing the sensitive skin at her nape as he clasped it.
He leaned in — lips grazing her ear.
“This is for my love.”
He grabbed her face gently from behind — tilted her head — and kissed her lips from back.
Such a sensual sight.
The kiss was slow — deep — his tongue brushing hers, tasting her, claiming her in the reflection. She could see them both in the mirror — his strong arms around her, her body arching slightly into him, lips locked, pendant gleaming between her breasts.
It was just the second day into the date — countless kisses, hugs.
Mirnaa jolted for a minute — body tensing — but she could not stop it. She was just bathing in a so-called love treatment.
She pulled back slightly — breathless.
“Shall we go for sleep?”
He smiled — dark, patient.
“Let’s speak for some time.”
Mirnaa shook her head — sleepy, overwhelmed.
“I feel sleepy.”
Bharath scooped her up in his arms — effortless — her body cradled against his chest.
“Now you won’t get the sleep.”
He carried her to the bed — and threw her down — not gently.
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She dropped onto the mattress with a soft thud — nighty riding up her thighs, breasts bouncing slightly from the impact.
She gasped — half-laugh, half-shock.
He stood over her — eyes dark, body taut, erection straining visibly against the thin fabric of his brief.
The sea waves continued outside — relentless, hypnotic.
The night was only beginning.
The only sound she heard in a fraction of second was that Thud sound on the bed..
Meanwhile — in Noida
The rooftop bar had gone quiet — only the low hum of the city below and the clink of ice in their glasses.
Vikram leaned back in his chair — third whiskey in hand — half-drunk, mind still sharp but edges softened by alcohol. Krish sat across from him — tie loosened, sleeves rolled, laughing at some old story about a botched consignment from years back.
Then — foot noises.
Not the casual shuffle of waiters or guests.
Heavy. Deliberate. Multiple.
Somewhere beyond the glass railing — a screech of metal on concrete. A muffled grunt. Then a body hitting the ground — hard.
Krish’s men — stationed at the guardian point near the stairwell — dropped like stones. One after another. Silent takedowns. Throats slit or necks snapped — no gunshots. Clean. Professional.
Vikram’s glass froze halfway to his lips.
Krish’s laughter died.
They both realized — something was off.
Someone was trying to attack them.
Krish moved first — hand diving under his jacket. He threw a pistol toward Vikram — matte black Glock, spinning through the air.
Vikram caught it — muscle memory kicking in despite the whiskey haze.
Too late.
A sharp kick landed on Krish’s chest — boot connecting with ribs — sending him crashing backward into the table. Glasses shattered. Chairs toppled.
Aadharsh stepped out of the shadows — black jacket, face half-lit by the neon glow from the bar sign.
He didn’t speak.
Just moved — fast, lethal.
Vikram raised the pistol — finger on trigger.
Aadharsh closed the distance in two strides — kicked the gun from Vikram’s hand. The weapon skidded across the rooftop — clattering into darkness.
Vikram lunged — fist swinging.
Aadharsh sidestepped — grabbed Vikram’s collar — twisted — and threw him into the dust of the rooftop floor.
Vikram hit hard — breath knocked out — body sliding across concrete and grit.
A dull THUD sound echoed as his skull bounced once.
The plane touched down in Goa just after noon — humid air rushing in the moment the doors opened. Mirnaa stepped onto the tarmac — eyes wide, still buzzing from the flight. This was her real first flight — the takeoff panic now a distant memory replaced by a strange, fluttering excitement.
As soon as they cleared the gate and entered the arrivals area, he slid his arm around her waist — firm, natural, like a real lover claiming his woman in public.
Mirnaa stiffened for half a second — then smiled a bit. Small, shy, but real.
He leaned in — lips brushing her ear.
“My love…”
The words landed soft — intimate.
She didn’t correct him.
They collected their bags — Bharath had pre-booked a premium self-drive car — sleek black SUV, tinted windows, leather seats.
He opened the passenger door for her — gentlemanly — then slid into the driver’s seat.
Music system on — soft Bollywood romance playlist, volume low at first.
He glanced at her — eyes sparkling.
“No more shyness now, come on… let’s sing.”
Mirnaa laughed — nervous, but free.
He turned the volume up.
A popular track started — Tum Hi Ho — soulful, romantic.
Bharath sang the first line — voice low, surprisingly good.
Mirnaa hesitated — then joined in — soft at first, then louder.
They sang together — off-key, laughing, windows down, wind whipping through the car.
Bharath could not believe it himself.
Just a few more days… if I play patient, she can be my permanent slut.
He leaned over at a red light — kissed her cheek — quick, possessive.
She smiled — bigger this time.
He did it again — second kiss, lingering.
“Look at the road,” she said — half-laughing, half-scolding.
He grinned — hand on her thigh for a moment — then back to the wheel.
They reached the resort by late afternoon — private beach property, secluded, no outsiders allowed beyond the gate. Palm trees, white sand visible from the entrance, waves crashing softly in the distance.
Check-in was smooth — Bharath had booked a beachfront villa — one bedroom, open layout, private infinity pool overlooking the sea.
They stepped inside — cool AC, rose petals scattered on the king-size bed, champagne on ice.
Mirnaa stood in the center — taking it all in.
Bharath watched her — silent, hungry.
Meanwhile — in Noida
Vikram sat in the hotel conference room — suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up.
The client across the table — smiling now, papers spread out.
After hours of back-and-forth — the deal was done.
Signatures tomorrow.
Vikram exhaled — relief flooding him.
Krish clapped him on the back.
“Tonight we celebrate.”
Back in Goa — Afternoon
After a one-hour rest, Bharath took Mirnaa out.
She wore a top and panties covered by a sarong — smiling all the way after dressing inside the villa.
Bharath took her for a walk across the beach. The resort had a beach-themed café and restaurant — 300 meters north.
He took her hand — they walked.
They started running — catching each other — playful, laughing like children.
They had some fresh juice there — took selfies, photos.
Mirnaa sent the selfies to Vikram — message sent, but no reply.
They sat quietly at a place.
Bharath started his stories — how he wanted to be a cop, how he wanted to marry Manya, how he ended up here.
Mirnaa spoke about how her family was wounded by henchmen and family betrayal — one she could not forgive — and then meeting Vikram, meeting him now.
They shared their versions of what they felt about each other — they didn’t know time was already 4 PM.
She was touched by all the details said by Bharath, especially his visual explanation of he jumping before a truck which was about to ram Vikram's leg, he said he pulled his leg and got saved him (Inside He thought even a child would never believe but she listens). A slight miss his hand would have been caught between the truck and car he said.
Mirna panicked... shocked.. you took all risk for the friendship?
Bharath:No, not because of friendship
Bharath: Because he is your husband, your lover.
I dont like to see you sobbing, whatever you wish should happen. and your life should go smooth
only thing i can do for a soul who saved me..
She just hugged him — tight.
Bharath realized she had tears in her eys
he pulled her into a sweet lip-to-lip kiss.
they departed, a smile on ach other lips.
Meanwhile, on the way back to some place local men taking them to after negotiation..
Vikram turned on his phone..
There is a selfie where Bharath and Mirna are dangerously close, like a couple, she wears sexy suit, his chest can be seen.
He was panicked he wanted to warn, but they could not see Aadharsh yet, only bharath can help them so continued playing cool.
he looked around to safely text her, so no one would notice
A moment later — the message came from Vikram: Cool, you are good in the beach suit.
Hope all okay with you and your cop boyfriend and not serious
(he was panicked when typing when he saw them too close).
as he sent the car slowed down and every one got out of it
He got a text from Mirna — funny: Nothing serious, just few kisses and chats, we sing and played in beach and car…
Krish called him — “Come, let’s have a beer celebration. Our men are calling.”
They went to a rooftop bar — whiskey, loud music, city lights below.
Vikram didn’t look at the mobile.
Around 5:30 PM – Goa Beach
Bharath and Mirnaa sat at beachside chairs.
Suddenly — few white men came, few white women.
They started singing — all popular and favorite songs of Mirnaa.
She was amazed by it.
She danced and sang along them — it was full fun.
Mirnaa was not herself.
End of the session — the team gave flowers to her. Every man, every woman gave her a flower — and told “I love you, Mirnaa” together.
That is when she realised — these are all an arrangement from Bharath.
Bharath rose from his place.
He kneeled down — opened the ring box.
“Mirnaa, I love you. I always wish but i cannot so i don’t want to marry you.
I know I missed a chance long back. But I have these 6 days to be with you alone.
Can you accept my love?”
The men and women shouted — “Love him! Love him! Love him!”
Mirnaa smiled — laughed — amused — felt shy — all at once.
She took the ring — just for next 6 days — she laughed.
The crowd said — “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
Bharath kissed her on the lips — their tongues met, danced.
The crowd slowly dispersed — leaving them alone.
They continued the kiss.
10 minutes later — when she left — she noticed all others gone except them.
She got a tear — said:
“I don’t know what to say.” but you are too much too much
Bharath put a finger on her mouth.
“Don’t say anything. Just hear what I say, my love.
I LOVE YOU.”
he shouted like he want the entire world hear him
I LOVE YOU MIRNAA....
he came forward and
He carried her in his arms — to the resort villa room.
Meanwhile — in Noida
Vikram drank.
He checked his phone — no new messages from Mirnaa after the selfie reply.
He stared at the last photo
Krish noticed.
“She okay?”
Vikram nodded — forced.
“Yeah. She’s… fine.”
But the silence gnawed.
Back in Goa — Evening
Mirnaa was melted by the love shower.
She asked:
“Is this what you said about showering love?”
Bharath said:
“I do have more. There is a pub here — the colors, light, all will be fantastic. Let’s go there.”
He took her there — they talked a lot — movies, interests, how they were in childhood.
“So what’s your dream about cop lover? Am I fitting in there?” he laughed.
Then he picked her hand — made her touch his biceps.
“This is how a cop should be. And you are opposite — but I like this way.”
Mirnaa allowed him casually to caress her body, when they danced together for DJ music.
They had a quiet dinner at 8 PM.
The villas there usually sign off that time.
They got back to the villa.
Mirnaa got freshened up — came back to the bedroom.
Bharath sat on the bed — he removed his shirt, even shorts — just was in V-cut brief.
His penis formed a tent — visible from outside — the cloth gave it shape.
Mirnaa still in bikini set — she set off sarong.
Bharath pulled her.
He said: “Mirnaa, thanks for the day.”
He hugged her while she stood near him.
The sea waves sound was doing something inside her.
She embraced him — she never experienced such things.
She said: “Thanks to you for opening up me.”
Bharath asked: “Do you like it?”
She said: “Yes — the musical group performed… that’s a sweet surprise.”
He smiled — he looked at the ring she wears — it was one he asked to accept.
Bharath asked: “6 days — will you be my love?”
She nodded — yes.
Bharath rose from his place — went to the luggage — pulled one box — it was a jewel box.
He came near her and said: “Today, I wear this to you.”
He opened it — an Aquamarine Infinity Heart Pendant with Diamonds.
She asked: “Bharath… why this costly?”
He said: “Shhhh.”
He moved her gently to the full-length mirror — stood behind her — his bare chest pressing against her back.
He dbangd the pendant around her neck — fingers brushing the sensitive skin at her nape as he clasped it.
He leaned in — lips grazing her ear.
“This is for my love.”
He grabbed her face gently from behind — tilted her head — and kissed her lips from back.
Such a sensual sight.
The kiss was slow — deep — his tongue brushing hers, tasting her, claiming her in the reflection. She could see them both in the mirror — his strong arms around her, her body arching slightly into him, lips locked, pendant gleaming between her breasts.
It was just the second day into the date — countless kisses, hugs.
Mirnaa jolted for a minute — body tensing — but she could not stop it. She was just bathing in a so-called love treatment.
She pulled back slightly — breathless.
“Shall we go for sleep?”
He smiled — dark, patient.
“Let’s speak for some time.”
Mirnaa shook her head — sleepy, overwhelmed.
“I feel sleepy.”
Bharath scooped her up in his arms — effortless — her body cradled against his chest.
“Now you won’t get the sleep.”
He carried her to the bed — and threw her down — not gently.
She dropped onto the mattress with a soft thud — nighty riding up her thighs, breasts bouncing slightly from the impact.
She gasped — half-laugh, half-shock.
He stood over her — eyes dark, body taut, erection straining visibly against the thin fabric of his brief.
The sea waves continued outside — relentless, hypnotic.
The night was only beginning.
The only sound she heard in a fraction of second was that Thud sound on the bed..
Meanwhile — in Noida
The rooftop bar had gone quiet — only the low hum of the city below and the clink of ice in their glasses.
Vikram leaned back in his chair — third whiskey in hand — half-drunk, mind still sharp but edges softened by alcohol. Krish sat across from him — tie loosened, sleeves rolled, laughing at some old story about a botched consignment from years back.
Then — foot noises.
Not the casual shuffle of waiters or guests.
Heavy. Deliberate. Multiple.
Somewhere beyond the glass railing — a screech of metal on concrete. A muffled grunt. Then a body hitting the ground — hard.
Krish’s men — stationed at the guardian point near the stairwell — dropped like stones. One after another. Silent takedowns. Throats slit or necks snapped — no gunshots. Clean. Professional.
Vikram’s glass froze halfway to his lips.
Krish’s laughter died.
They both realized — something was off.
Someone was trying to attack them.
Krish moved first — hand diving under his jacket. He threw a pistol toward Vikram — matte black Glock, spinning through the air.
Vikram caught it — muscle memory kicking in despite the whiskey haze.
Too late.
A sharp kick landed on Krish’s chest — boot connecting with ribs — sending him crashing backward into the table. Glasses shattered. Chairs toppled.
Aadharsh stepped out of the shadows — black jacket, face half-lit by the neon glow from the bar sign.
He didn’t speak.
Just moved — fast, lethal.
Vikram raised the pistol — finger on trigger.
Aadharsh closed the distance in two strides — kicked the gun from Vikram’s hand. The weapon skidded across the rooftop — clattering into darkness.
Vikram lunged — fist swinging.
Aadharsh sidestepped — grabbed Vikram’s collar — twisted — and threw him into the dust of the rooftop floor.
Vikram hit hard — breath knocked out — body sliding across concrete and grit.
A dull THUD sound echoed as his skull bounced once.
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