14-02-2026, 04:11 PM
Chapter 99 – Swathi's phone call
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Noon
The room was bathed in soft, golden midday light filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air was thick — heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and salt from the open balcony. The sheets were a tangled mess — damp in places, twisted around their legs — evidence of a night that had stretched far beyond reason.
Mirnaa and Bharath slept deeply — exhausted, oversexed, bodies still entwined.
She lay on her side — face tucked against his chest — one leg dbangd over his hip, his softening cock still nestled inside her from the final sleepy thrust hours earlier. Semen had leaked slowly throughout the night — a sticky warmth between her thighs — marking her, claiming her even in sleep.
Bharath’s arm curled possessively around her waist — hand resting on the small of her back — thumb occasionally brushing her spine in unconscious rhythm.
They had barely moved since collapsing at 2 AM.
No alarm.
No guilt.
Just the heavy, sated sleep of two bodies pushed to their absolute limit.
The clock on the wall read 12:07 PM when Mirnaa finally stirred — a soft, tired whimper escaping her lips as she shifted. Every muscle ached — thighs sore, core tender, breasts sensitive from hours of rough attention. She felt him still inside her — thick, warm — and a fresh flush crept up her neck.
Bharath’s eyes cracked open — dark, satisfied — and he tightened his arm around her.
“Morning, my love,” he murmured — voice rough from sleep and sex.
She smiled — small, shy, still dazed.
“Afternoon… I think.”
He chuckled — low — hips rolling once, lazily, reminding her he was still buried deep.
“Six days left,” he whispered against her temple. “And I’m not done training you.”
Mirnaa shivered — half from his words, half from the slow drag of him inside her — and buried her face in his neck.
Dubai – En Route (Flashback to Earlier Morning)
Vikram sat in the dim cabin of the chartered flight — Delhi to Dubai — window shade down, eyes fixed on nothing. The engines hummed steadily, but his mind was louder.
His mind reeled back to 4 AM that morning…
He had tried calling Mirnaa three times since 4 AM — straight to voicemail. Phone switched off.
He tried Bharath next — same result.
A cold knot twisted in his gut.
They’re fine. They’re safe. Bharath promised…
But the WhatsApp thread burned behind his eyes — his own typed words:
If she is willing… no force… no tricks…
He had said it on speaker.
Mirnaa had heard it.
And now — silence.
Krish sat across from him — phone in hand — face grim but calmer. At 4:30 AM, Swathi had called — voice sharp, worried.
“What happened?” she’d demanded. “Why are you two sneaking out like thieves?”
Krish had explained — the ambush, the deal, Aadharsh’s men, the hideout, Bharath’s help.
Swathi had gone quiet for a long moment.
Then — softly:
“Give the phone to Vikram.”
Krish had passed it over.
Swathi’s voice came through — warm but edged:
“Vikram… ever since we met, either you’re shedding blood for me or my husband. Worst of it all, still we don't even share a day together to speak..When men want my attention, you keep on avoiding me..
I heard you’re not a normal person — a shadow kind of don? I couldn’t control my laugh.”
A small, tired chuckle.
“Whatever this time — make sure you stay here for at least a week. I want to speak with you , hang out with you.. After your deals — Krish will go out for work to take care of his business. Let’s spend time together. And you need to see my kid. If not for you… I couldn’t have…”
Vikram had swallowed hard — throat tight.
“I’ll be there.”
The call ended.
Now — on the flight — Krish looked at him.
“She’s right. Stay. Rest. Let Bharath handle Mirnaa. She’s safe with him.”
Vikram nodded — but the knot in his stomach only tightened.
He stared out the window at the clouds sliding past.
Nothing would have happened… right?
He believed it.
He had to.
Goa – Villa – Afternoon
Mirnaa stretched lazily — body protesting every movement — and curled tighter against Bharath’s chest.
He kissed her forehead — slow, lingering.
“Rest,” he murmured. “You’ll need your energy.”
She smiled — sleepy, trusting.
“For what, my love?”
He didn’t answer — just rolled his hips once — still inside her — reminding her.
She gasped softly — then laughed — tired, happy, surrendered.
The six days stretched ahead — endless, dark, delicious.
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Noon
The room was bathed in soft, golden midday light filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air was thick — heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and salt from the open balcony. The sheets were a tangled mess — damp in places, twisted around their legs — evidence of a night that had stretched far beyond reason.
Mirnaa and Bharath slept deeply — exhausted, oversexed, bodies still entwined.
She lay on her side — face tucked against his chest — one leg dbangd over his hip, his softening cock still nestled inside her from the final sleepy thrust hours earlier. Semen had leaked slowly throughout the night — a sticky warmth between her thighs — marking her, claiming her even in sleep.
Bharath’s arm curled possessively around her waist — hand resting on the small of her back — thumb occasionally brushing her spine in unconscious rhythm.
They had barely moved since collapsing at 2 AM.
No alarm.
No guilt.
Just the heavy, sated sleep of two bodies pushed to their absolute limit.
The clock on the wall read 12:07 PM when Mirnaa finally stirred — a soft, tired whimper escaping her lips as she shifted. Every muscle ached — thighs sore, core tender, breasts sensitive from hours of rough attention. She felt him still inside her — thick, warm — and a fresh flush crept up her neck.
Bharath’s eyes cracked open — dark, satisfied — and he tightened his arm around her.
“Morning, my love,” he murmured — voice rough from sleep and sex.
She smiled — small, shy, still dazed.
“Afternoon… I think.”
He chuckled — low — hips rolling once, lazily, reminding her he was still buried deep.
“Six days left,” he whispered against her temple. “And I’m not done training you.”
Mirnaa shivered — half from his words, half from the slow drag of him inside her — and buried her face in his neck.
Dubai – En Route (Flashback to Earlier Morning)
Vikram sat in the dim cabin of the chartered flight — Delhi to Dubai — window shade down, eyes fixed on nothing. The engines hummed steadily, but his mind was louder.
His mind reeled back to 4 AM that morning…
He had tried calling Mirnaa three times since 4 AM — straight to voicemail. Phone switched off.
He tried Bharath next — same result.
A cold knot twisted in his gut.
They’re fine. They’re safe. Bharath promised…
But the WhatsApp thread burned behind his eyes — his own typed words:
If she is willing… no force… no tricks…
He had said it on speaker.
Mirnaa had heard it.
And now — silence.
Krish sat across from him — phone in hand — face grim but calmer. At 4:30 AM, Swathi had called — voice sharp, worried.
“What happened?” she’d demanded. “Why are you two sneaking out like thieves?”
Krish had explained — the ambush, the deal, Aadharsh’s men, the hideout, Bharath’s help.
Swathi had gone quiet for a long moment.
Then — softly:
“Give the phone to Vikram.”
Krish had passed it over.
Swathi’s voice came through — warm but edged:
“Vikram… ever since we met, either you’re shedding blood for me or my husband. Worst of it all, still we don't even share a day together to speak..When men want my attention, you keep on avoiding me..
I heard you’re not a normal person — a shadow kind of don? I couldn’t control my laugh.”
A small, tired chuckle.
“Whatever this time — make sure you stay here for at least a week. I want to speak with you , hang out with you.. After your deals — Krish will go out for work to take care of his business. Let’s spend time together. And you need to see my kid. If not for you… I couldn’t have…”
Vikram had swallowed hard — throat tight.
“I’ll be there.”
The call ended.
Now — on the flight — Krish looked at him.
“She’s right. Stay. Rest. Let Bharath handle Mirnaa. She’s safe with him.”
Vikram nodded — but the knot in his stomach only tightened.
He stared out the window at the clouds sliding past.
Nothing would have happened… right?
He believed it.
He had to.
Goa – Villa – Afternoon
Mirnaa stretched lazily — body protesting every movement — and curled tighter against Bharath’s chest.
He kissed her forehead — slow, lingering.
“Rest,” he murmured. “You’ll need your energy.”
She smiled — sleepy, trusting.
“For what, my love?”
He didn’t answer — just rolled his hips once — still inside her — reminding her.
She gasped softly — then laughed — tired, happy, surrendered.
The six days stretched ahead — endless, dark, delicious.
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