14-02-2026, 10:16 AM
Chapter 97 – Krish and Vikram Escpaed, While Mirna started opening up!
Goa – Private Beach – Afternoon
The private beach stretched empty before them — no footprints, no voices, only the endless roll of waves and the cry of distant seabirds. Bharath had chosen this stretch deliberately — no man’s land, no eyes, no interruptions. The sun hung low, painting the sand gold and the sea molten.
Mirnaa laughed — a sound she hadn’t made in days — as Bharath chased her into the shallow surf. She ran barefoot, skirt hiked up, water splashing her calves. He caught her waist from behind — lifted her — spun her once — then dropped them both into the next wave.
They rolled together in the foam — salt on their lips, sand clinging to skin. She came up gasping, hair plastered to her face, eyes bright. He pulled her close — water streaming between them — and kissed her hard. Wild. Hungry. Tongues clashing like the waves around them.
He broke away just enough to murmur against her mouth:
“You thief…”
Mirnaa blinked — breathless, smiling.
“What?”
“You had this thought hidden.” His hand slid down her back — possessive — fingers digging lightly into wet fabric.
“You wanted pleasure right… my roughness on you…”
Mirnaa’s cheeks flushed
but she didn’t look away this time.
She finally opened — voice soft, almost shy:
“I don’t know… but that day when you tore my bra…
I found it new.
It was too aggressive.
I hate to admit… I liked your aggression.”
Bharath’s eyes darkened — satisfaction curling in his smile.
“That’s called hardcore. Rough.”
“Oh… is it?” she asked — half teasing, half curious.
He leaned in — lips brushing her ear, voice a low growl:
“Tonight… let’s discuss this more.”
He kissed her again — deeper — hands roaming freely now, one cupping her ass, the other sliding under her top to trace the curve of her breast. She moaned into his mouth — soft, needy — body arching into him.
They stayed like that — locked together in the surf — until the sun dipped lower and the water turned cool.
Noida – Escape Route – Evening
Vikram and Krish slipped out of the hideout under cover of dusk.
Bharath’s men had already retrieved the signed papers from the hotel — Aadharsh’s crew distracted by the fake lead Bharath had fed them.
Bharath had also gave a fake lead for Aadharsh on Mirnaa, he said his men got beaten by vikram and krish men in the caliclut.
A nondescript container truck waited at a deserted petrol station 3 km away.
The driver — one of Bharath’s trusted men — said we will get you back in morning. Aaadharsh men are everywhere be careful.
as Vikram and Krish climbed into the hidden compartment.
The door slammed shut.
Darkness swallowed them.
Vikram leaned back against the cold metal — heart pounding.
She’s safe with Bharath… for now.
But the WhatsApp messages replayed in his head — Bharath’s casual “one week stand” request — Vikram’s forced “if she consents” reply.
He had bought her safety… at what cost? No She wont succumb to his needs he said to himself.
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night
The room was pitch dark — only the faint glow of moonlight through the balcony curtains.
Sound of kisses filled the space — wet, hungry, punctuated by soft moans.
Footsteps — bare feet on wood.
The lights flicked on.
Mirnaa blinked — stunned — still flushed from the beach kisses.
“Why… why did you turn on the light?”
Bharath came to the bed — slow, deliberate — his hand tracking her face, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.
“I want to see you. See you fully naked. Not in dark. Not like last time — something we did in urgent. I want to taste you inch by inch.”
His hand traced the bra strap beneath her top — slow, teasing.
“Tonight… let’s talk. Let’s talk about sex. Let’s discuss before we begin.”
Mirnaa smiled — small, nervous, but real.
“Okay…”
Bharath’s voice dropped — commanding, tender:
“Say it with love.”
She swallowed — eyes locked on his.
“Okay… my love.”
Goa – Private Beach – Afternoon
The private beach stretched empty before them — no footprints, no voices, only the endless roll of waves and the cry of distant seabirds. Bharath had chosen this stretch deliberately — no man’s land, no eyes, no interruptions. The sun hung low, painting the sand gold and the sea molten.
Mirnaa laughed — a sound she hadn’t made in days — as Bharath chased her into the shallow surf. She ran barefoot, skirt hiked up, water splashing her calves. He caught her waist from behind — lifted her — spun her once — then dropped them both into the next wave.
They rolled together in the foam — salt on their lips, sand clinging to skin. She came up gasping, hair plastered to her face, eyes bright. He pulled her close — water streaming between them — and kissed her hard. Wild. Hungry. Tongues clashing like the waves around them.
He broke away just enough to murmur against her mouth:
“You thief…”
Mirnaa blinked — breathless, smiling.
“What?”
“You had this thought hidden.” His hand slid down her back — possessive — fingers digging lightly into wet fabric.
“You wanted pleasure right… my roughness on you…”
Mirnaa’s cheeks flushed
but she didn’t look away this time.
She finally opened — voice soft, almost shy:
“I don’t know… but that day when you tore my bra…
I found it new.
It was too aggressive.
I hate to admit… I liked your aggression.”
Bharath’s eyes darkened — satisfaction curling in his smile.
“That’s called hardcore. Rough.”
“Oh… is it?” she asked — half teasing, half curious.
He leaned in — lips brushing her ear, voice a low growl:
“Tonight… let’s discuss this more.”
He kissed her again — deeper — hands roaming freely now, one cupping her ass, the other sliding under her top to trace the curve of her breast. She moaned into his mouth — soft, needy — body arching into him.
They stayed like that — locked together in the surf — until the sun dipped lower and the water turned cool.
Noida – Escape Route – Evening
Vikram and Krish slipped out of the hideout under cover of dusk.
Bharath’s men had already retrieved the signed papers from the hotel — Aadharsh’s crew distracted by the fake lead Bharath had fed them.
Bharath had also gave a fake lead for Aadharsh on Mirnaa, he said his men got beaten by vikram and krish men in the caliclut.
A nondescript container truck waited at a deserted petrol station 3 km away.
The driver — one of Bharath’s trusted men — said we will get you back in morning. Aaadharsh men are everywhere be careful.
as Vikram and Krish climbed into the hidden compartment.
The door slammed shut.
Darkness swallowed them.
Vikram leaned back against the cold metal — heart pounding.
She’s safe with Bharath… for now.
But the WhatsApp messages replayed in his head — Bharath’s casual “one week stand” request — Vikram’s forced “if she consents” reply.
He had bought her safety… at what cost? No She wont succumb to his needs he said to himself.
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night
The room was pitch dark — only the faint glow of moonlight through the balcony curtains.
Sound of kisses filled the space — wet, hungry, punctuated by soft moans.
Footsteps — bare feet on wood.
The lights flicked on.
Mirnaa blinked — stunned — still flushed from the beach kisses.
“Why… why did you turn on the light?”
Bharath came to the bed — slow, deliberate — his hand tracking her face, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.
“I want to see you. See you fully naked. Not in dark. Not like last time — something we did in urgent. I want to taste you inch by inch.”
His hand traced the bra strap beneath her top — slow, teasing.
“Tonight… let’s talk. Let’s talk about sex. Let’s discuss before we begin.”
Mirnaa smiled — small, nervous, but real.
“Okay…”
Bharath’s voice dropped — commanding, tender:
“Say it with love.”
She swallowed — eyes locked on his.
“Okay… my love.”
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