18-02-2026, 10:27 AM
Chapter 113 – Men realized they don't own them.
Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Morning
Vikram woke up with a strong boner. He was completely nude under the sheet. He reached for Swathi but the bed beside him was empty. She had already left.
He felt the physical urge strong. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out. The hall was empty. He spotted Swathi in the kitchen. She was wearing a simple sleeveless night gown. The thin fabric clung to her body.
Vikram entered the kitchen barefoot. The towel was wrapped low around his hips. His skin still carried the faint heat of sleep. Swathi stood at the counter with her back to him. She wore a thin sleeveless night gown — pale cream cotton — the fabric so soft it clung to every curve. The morning light poured through the window and made the material almost translucent. He could see the gentle outline of her body beneath it. The dip of her waist. The swell of her hips.
Swathi turned and smiled.
“I just came to make coffee for us and Krish.”
Vikram did not speak. His eyes were dark with need. He crossed the space in two strides. His hands found her waist. He lifted her in one smooth powerful motion and set her on the kitchen slab. Marble cold against her thighs. She gasped sharply — surprised — delighted.
“Vikram you just woke up.”
He smiled. Slow. Hungry. The towel slipped to the floor. He stood bare before her. Hard. Ready. He stepped between her legs. Pushed the gown up her thighs in one rough motion. The thin straps slid off her shoulders. The neckline tore slightly at the seam with a soft ripping sound. He did not care. He yanked the fabric down exposing her breasts. Full. Soft. Nipples already peaked in the cool air.
Swathi’s breath hitched. Her hands gripped the edge of the slab.
He leaned in. Mouth on her neck first. Kissing. Sucking. Then lower. He took one nipple between his teeth. Bit gently at first. Then harder. She arched. A sharp moan escaped her. He soothed it with his tongue — slow wet circles — then bit again. Hungrily. Unleashing the urge that had built since he woke. His other hand cupped her breast. Squeezed. Kneaded. Thumb flicking the nipple he was not biting. She whimpered. Her head fell back. Hair spilling over the counter.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. Eyes burning.
“You taste like honey.”
Swathi laughed breathlessly. But the laugh turned into a moan when his mouth returned. More aggressive now. Teeth grazing. Tongue lashing. He switched breasts. Bit the other nipple. Pulled it into his mouth. Sucked hard. Her hips jerked forward instinctively. Seeking him.
He stepped closer. Aligned himself. Entered her in one deep thrust. No warning. No gentleness. Full. Thick. Stretching her. Swathi cried out. Her legs wrapped around his waist immediately. Heels digging into his lower back. Pulling him deeper.
He started moving. Hard. Fast. Relentless. Each thrust drove into her with force. Skin slapped against skin. The slab creaked beneath her. The kitchen had no doors. The sounds echoed clearly through the apartment. Wet. Rhythmic. Her moans loud and unrestrained. His low grunts mixing with them.
Swathi’s nails raked down his shoulders. Left red trails. She rocked against him. Meeting every thrust. Her breasts bounced with the impact. He caught one in his hand. Squeezed hard. Pinched the nipple. She arched again. Cried his name.
Krish walked out from his room. He stopped in the hallway. Saw them. Swathi on the slab. Legs locked around Vikram. Vikram thrusting into her with raw hunger. Her head thrown back. Mouth open in pleasure. Breasts exposed. Nipples dark and swollen from his teeth.
For a second Swathi noticed Krish watching them. Her eyes met his. She felt a strange sense. All these years in open marriage this was the first time she felt odd. A flicker of something uncomfortable. Not guilt exactly. But awareness. Krish’s face was unreadable. Eyes dark. Jaw tight. He turned silently. Walked away.
Vikram kept going. Harder. Deeper. He felt her clench around him. Knew she was close. He leaned in. Bit her earlobe. Whispered rough.
“Come for me.”
Swathi shattered. Her whole body clenched. Shuddered violently. She cried out — loud — unrestrained. Waves crashing through her. Vikram followed soon after. Groaning low. Holding her tight. Pulsing inside her.
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They stayed like that for a moment. Breathing hard. Bodies slick. Then Vikram lifted her down gently. Kissed her forehead.
Swathi fixed her gown. The torn strap hung loose. She smiled at him — a little breathless.
“Coffee?”
Vikram laughed softly.
“Yeah. Coffee.”
They prepared breakfast together. Krish joined them at the table a few minutes later.
He was quiet. His smile was forced.
During breakfast Krish noticed Swathi was more attentive to Vikram. Serving him first. Laughing at his jokes.
Touching his arm casually.
When Vikram said something commanding about business Swathi looked at him with clear admiration.
Krish’s smile faded. He excused himself to the balcony.
Swathi followed after a minute.
She stood beside him. Quiet for a moment.
"What happen to you? Why you sound different suddenly"
No response from krish
Swathi continued
"Krish, in the same house, i had sex with one of your friend, and few more, i never seen your eyes this way!"
Krish : Nothing like that swathi.. im good.
Swathi : You are Jealous now.. i dont know how to take it.
Krish: No im not Jealous, why should i be?
“You are jealous because he is above you now. The Shadow King. The one who controls everything.”
See we need to openly speak.. in years of open marriage first time i sense something wrong and i willing to fix it and go by what you say
why you seem jealous?
Krish looked at her. Voice low.
“May be He is not the driver anymore. He is the boss. And you look at him like that.”
Swathi touched his arm.
“It is still us. You and me. This does not change anything.”
Krish nodded. But his eyes were distant.
Vikram joined them. Put his arm around Swathi possessively.
“Everything okay?”
He deliberately asserted presence.
Vikram kissed Swathi deeply in front of Krish. Saying “Thank you for last night” loud enough for Krish to hear.
Krish smiled left the place, he went to office an hour after.
Swathi came back to the living room. She looked at Vikram.
“It is just 12 hours we both are in sexual relationship.
Why do you want to show off like you own me before Krish?
Who gave you that rights?”
Vikram looked at her. Voice calm.
“It is just something came on heart, i thought its okay to do it before Krish as you are in Open Marriage..
Swathi Said: oh
Bharath is trying to do the same with Mirnaa. Will it be fine for you ?
seconds late she said...
You guys never respect women and their feelings.. who agree to have sex with you.”
Swathi stared at him for a long moment.
“You are right. But be careful. Krish is not used to this. Not like this.”
She said and left the place making Vikram to think.
Vikram stood there thinking about her words. The truth in them hit him harder than expected.
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same time in the Morning
Mirnaa opened her eyes in the early morning light. Soft golden rays filtered through the curtains. Bharath was still asleep beside her. His arm rested heavily across her waist. His breathing was deep and even.
She felt a rush of warmth and safety. His body was warm against hers. The steady rise and fall of his chest felt comforting. Familiar. But then fresh guilt toward Vikram hit her like a wave. Sharp. Sudden. She remembered his voice on the phone yesterday — calm — forgiving — loving. And here she was. Naked. In another man’s bed. Again.
She slipped out of bed quietly. Her legs felt weak. Her thighs ached slightly from last night. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door.
She stood in front of the mirror. Stared at herself. Her hair was messy. There were small red marks on her shoulder and neck from last night. She touched them gently. Whispered to herself:
“What am I doing?”
Tears pricked her eyes. She turned on the faucet. Splashed cold water on her face. Took a deep breath. Looked at herself again. Her eyes were red. Tired. But there was something else there too. A flicker of want. Of need. Of something she was afraid to name.
She dried her face. Walked back to the bed.
Bharath stirred. He opened his eyes. Saw her standing there in the soft light. Smiled sleepily and reached for her.
“Come here.”
He pulled her close. She let him. His arms wrapped around her. Strong. Possessive. He started kissing her neck. Soft at first. Then deeper. His hand slid down her back. Cupped her ass. Pulled her tighter against him.
Mirnaa hesitated for a second. Her mind said no. Said stop. Said think of Vikram. But her body responded. Her nipples hardened against his chest. Her breath quickened. She melted into him.
They had slow morning sex. Gentle. Unhurried. Bharath moved with deep steady strokes. Each one deliberate. Each one making her feel him completely. She moaned softly against his shoulder. Her fingers dug into his back. When they came together she held him tight. Tears slipped down her cheeks. Silent. Hidden against his skin.
Afterward she lay on his chest. Voice quiet.
“Did your memories fade away? Am I giving you new memories?”
Bharath nodded. Kissed her hair.
“Best memories.”
Mirnaa continued. Voice soft but firm.
“I am doing this to you to acknowledge your love. To heal you.
Bharath eyes looked at her like again is that all?
Mirna said covering for him...
....
And yes for myself. My desires.
I love Vikram more than you even think. Whatever we do here it is for your farewell as you said. Do not expect anything in Chennai.”
She bent and kissed him. Slow. Deep. A promise and a goodbye in one.
“Three days I am yours as you want. As your memories wanted to cherish. Promise me in Chennai we have to be our old self. Can you?”
Bharath looked at her. His eyes searched hers. He nodded slowly.
“I promise.”
Both men realised something today. Even after heated sex.
Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Morning
Vikram woke up with a strong boner. He was completely nude under the sheet. He reached for Swathi but the bed beside him was empty. She had already left.
He felt the physical urge strong. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out. The hall was empty. He spotted Swathi in the kitchen. She was wearing a simple sleeveless night gown. The thin fabric clung to her body.
Vikram entered the kitchen barefoot. The towel was wrapped low around his hips. His skin still carried the faint heat of sleep. Swathi stood at the counter with her back to him. She wore a thin sleeveless night gown — pale cream cotton — the fabric so soft it clung to every curve. The morning light poured through the window and made the material almost translucent. He could see the gentle outline of her body beneath it. The dip of her waist. The swell of her hips.
Swathi turned and smiled.
“I just came to make coffee for us and Krish.”
Vikram did not speak. His eyes were dark with need. He crossed the space in two strides. His hands found her waist. He lifted her in one smooth powerful motion and set her on the kitchen slab. Marble cold against her thighs. She gasped sharply — surprised — delighted.
“Vikram you just woke up.”
He smiled. Slow. Hungry. The towel slipped to the floor. He stood bare before her. Hard. Ready. He stepped between her legs. Pushed the gown up her thighs in one rough motion. The thin straps slid off her shoulders. The neckline tore slightly at the seam with a soft ripping sound. He did not care. He yanked the fabric down exposing her breasts. Full. Soft. Nipples already peaked in the cool air.
Swathi’s breath hitched. Her hands gripped the edge of the slab.
He leaned in. Mouth on her neck first. Kissing. Sucking. Then lower. He took one nipple between his teeth. Bit gently at first. Then harder. She arched. A sharp moan escaped her. He soothed it with his tongue — slow wet circles — then bit again. Hungrily. Unleashing the urge that had built since he woke. His other hand cupped her breast. Squeezed. Kneaded. Thumb flicking the nipple he was not biting. She whimpered. Her head fell back. Hair spilling over the counter.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. Eyes burning.
“You taste like honey.”
Swathi laughed breathlessly. But the laugh turned into a moan when his mouth returned. More aggressive now. Teeth grazing. Tongue lashing. He switched breasts. Bit the other nipple. Pulled it into his mouth. Sucked hard. Her hips jerked forward instinctively. Seeking him.
He stepped closer. Aligned himself. Entered her in one deep thrust. No warning. No gentleness. Full. Thick. Stretching her. Swathi cried out. Her legs wrapped around his waist immediately. Heels digging into his lower back. Pulling him deeper.
He started moving. Hard. Fast. Relentless. Each thrust drove into her with force. Skin slapped against skin. The slab creaked beneath her. The kitchen had no doors. The sounds echoed clearly through the apartment. Wet. Rhythmic. Her moans loud and unrestrained. His low grunts mixing with them.
Swathi’s nails raked down his shoulders. Left red trails. She rocked against him. Meeting every thrust. Her breasts bounced with the impact. He caught one in his hand. Squeezed hard. Pinched the nipple. She arched again. Cried his name.
Krish walked out from his room. He stopped in the hallway. Saw them. Swathi on the slab. Legs locked around Vikram. Vikram thrusting into her with raw hunger. Her head thrown back. Mouth open in pleasure. Breasts exposed. Nipples dark and swollen from his teeth.
For a second Swathi noticed Krish watching them. Her eyes met his. She felt a strange sense. All these years in open marriage this was the first time she felt odd. A flicker of something uncomfortable. Not guilt exactly. But awareness. Krish’s face was unreadable. Eyes dark. Jaw tight. He turned silently. Walked away.
Vikram kept going. Harder. Deeper. He felt her clench around him. Knew she was close. He leaned in. Bit her earlobe. Whispered rough.
“Come for me.”
Swathi shattered. Her whole body clenched. Shuddered violently. She cried out — loud — unrestrained. Waves crashing through her. Vikram followed soon after. Groaning low. Holding her tight. Pulsing inside her.
They stayed like that for a moment. Breathing hard. Bodies slick. Then Vikram lifted her down gently. Kissed her forehead.
Swathi fixed her gown. The torn strap hung loose. She smiled at him — a little breathless.
“Coffee?”
Vikram laughed softly.
“Yeah. Coffee.”
They prepared breakfast together. Krish joined them at the table a few minutes later.
He was quiet. His smile was forced.
During breakfast Krish noticed Swathi was more attentive to Vikram. Serving him first. Laughing at his jokes.
Touching his arm casually.
When Vikram said something commanding about business Swathi looked at him with clear admiration.
Krish’s smile faded. He excused himself to the balcony.
Swathi followed after a minute.
She stood beside him. Quiet for a moment.
"What happen to you? Why you sound different suddenly"
No response from krish
Swathi continued
"Krish, in the same house, i had sex with one of your friend, and few more, i never seen your eyes this way!"
Krish : Nothing like that swathi.. im good.
Swathi : You are Jealous now.. i dont know how to take it.
Krish: No im not Jealous, why should i be?
“You are jealous because he is above you now. The Shadow King. The one who controls everything.”
See we need to openly speak.. in years of open marriage first time i sense something wrong and i willing to fix it and go by what you say
why you seem jealous?
Krish looked at her. Voice low.
“May be He is not the driver anymore. He is the boss. And you look at him like that.”
Swathi touched his arm.
“It is still us. You and me. This does not change anything.”
Krish nodded. But his eyes were distant.
Vikram joined them. Put his arm around Swathi possessively.
“Everything okay?”
He deliberately asserted presence.
Vikram kissed Swathi deeply in front of Krish. Saying “Thank you for last night” loud enough for Krish to hear.
Krish smiled left the place, he went to office an hour after.
Swathi came back to the living room. She looked at Vikram.
“It is just 12 hours we both are in sexual relationship.
Why do you want to show off like you own me before Krish?
Who gave you that rights?”
Vikram looked at her. Voice calm.
“It is just something came on heart, i thought its okay to do it before Krish as you are in Open Marriage..
Swathi Said: oh
Bharath is trying to do the same with Mirnaa. Will it be fine for you ?
seconds late she said...
You guys never respect women and their feelings.. who agree to have sex with you.”
Swathi stared at him for a long moment.
“You are right. But be careful. Krish is not used to this. Not like this.”
She said and left the place making Vikram to think.
Vikram stood there thinking about her words. The truth in them hit him harder than expected.
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same time in the Morning
Mirnaa opened her eyes in the early morning light. Soft golden rays filtered through the curtains. Bharath was still asleep beside her. His arm rested heavily across her waist. His breathing was deep and even.
She felt a rush of warmth and safety. His body was warm against hers. The steady rise and fall of his chest felt comforting. Familiar. But then fresh guilt toward Vikram hit her like a wave. Sharp. Sudden. She remembered his voice on the phone yesterday — calm — forgiving — loving. And here she was. Naked. In another man’s bed. Again.
She slipped out of bed quietly. Her legs felt weak. Her thighs ached slightly from last night. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door.
She stood in front of the mirror. Stared at herself. Her hair was messy. There were small red marks on her shoulder and neck from last night. She touched them gently. Whispered to herself:
“What am I doing?”
Tears pricked her eyes. She turned on the faucet. Splashed cold water on her face. Took a deep breath. Looked at herself again. Her eyes were red. Tired. But there was something else there too. A flicker of want. Of need. Of something she was afraid to name.
She dried her face. Walked back to the bed.
Bharath stirred. He opened his eyes. Saw her standing there in the soft light. Smiled sleepily and reached for her.
“Come here.”
He pulled her close. She let him. His arms wrapped around her. Strong. Possessive. He started kissing her neck. Soft at first. Then deeper. His hand slid down her back. Cupped her ass. Pulled her tighter against him.
Mirnaa hesitated for a second. Her mind said no. Said stop. Said think of Vikram. But her body responded. Her nipples hardened against his chest. Her breath quickened. She melted into him.
They had slow morning sex. Gentle. Unhurried. Bharath moved with deep steady strokes. Each one deliberate. Each one making her feel him completely. She moaned softly against his shoulder. Her fingers dug into his back. When they came together she held him tight. Tears slipped down her cheeks. Silent. Hidden against his skin.
Afterward she lay on his chest. Voice quiet.
“Did your memories fade away? Am I giving you new memories?”
Bharath nodded. Kissed her hair.
“Best memories.”
Mirnaa continued. Voice soft but firm.
“I am doing this to you to acknowledge your love. To heal you.
Bharath eyes looked at her like again is that all?
Mirna said covering for him...
....
And yes for myself. My desires.
I love Vikram more than you even think. Whatever we do here it is for your farewell as you said. Do not expect anything in Chennai.”
She bent and kissed him. Slow. Deep. A promise and a goodbye in one.
“Three days I am yours as you want. As your memories wanted to cherish. Promise me in Chennai we have to be our old self. Can you?”
Bharath looked at her. His eyes searched hers. He nodded slowly.
“I promise.”
Both men realised something today. Even after heated sex.
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