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Chapter 125 – Bharath's agitation and daring move
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning
The morning sun woke Vikram gently. He turned in bed, expecting to find Mirnaa beside him. The space was empty, but the sound of running water came from the bathroom. He smiled. Their old habit had returned. She was already up, showering, preparing for the day like she used to before Goa. The simple rhythm felt like a small victory.
He got out of bed and went downstairs. The smell of fresh coffee greeted him in the hall. Mirnaa had prepared it — two cups on the table, one for him, one for Bharath. The gesture was small, but it warmed him. He picked up his cup and took a sip.
Bharath was already sitting at the table, sipping his own coffee. His face looked irritated — jaw tight, eyes distant. For a second a mild doubt crept into Vikram’s mind. Did Mirnaa wake up early and while she prepared coffee, did Bharath have a secret meeting with her? The full day of control and emotional reunion he had seemed to break with that doubt.
But Bharath’s face told a different story. The disappointment in his eyes said Mirnaa would have not cooperated for even a small talk. She had probably greeted him politely and moved on. Vikram realized the irritation was Bharath’s own — the control he once had over her was slipping.
Vikram walked back to his room without a word. Mirnaa came out of the bathroom, hair still damp, wearing a simple white saree for the hospital.
Vikram went to hug her. She smiled softly but stepped back a little.
“Take a bath and come. I will prepare breakfast.”
Vikram nodded. He quickly bathed and when he went to the kitchen, Mirnaa was already cooking. He looked at her — the way she moved, the way she hummed softly under her breath. He joined her, standing beside her, helping with small tasks. Their shoulders brushed. Their hands touched once while reaching for the same spoon. It felt normal. It felt right.
Bharath, who witnessed everything from the doorway, got frustrated. He thought Mirnaa was begging for his cock in Goa. Now she did not even care to look at him. Not even a good morning when Vikram was not around. He realized Vikram would have sentimentally made her shut her mouth. He is not interested in her for a long relationship, but the sudden traction, her sudden ignorance irritated him. Bharath could not digest this. He thinks he is losing before Vikram.
He decided to get back on his feet.
He was patiently waiting for the breakfast. They sat at the table. The exchanges between Vikram and Mirnaa — small smiles, her serving him first, his hand brushing hers — infuriated him. But Bharath maintained a calmness on the surface.
After finishing his breakfast he said:
“Mirnaa, don’t prepare any lunch for me. Meeting an important client. I will drop you at the hospital and will come late in night.”
( Bharath is not going to meet any client he just pretend so that he can indirectly remind them that he had to take Mirna to hospital as usual in Thar)
Mirnaa just realized she had to go to the hospital. She had totally forgotten she was a nurse.
She also now remembered that was their regular routine before Goa — him picking her up and dropping her at the hospital in the Thar, and she taking additional lunch for him.
She could not say yes or no immediately. She looked at Vikram, eyes asking what to do.
Vikram said calmly:
“Go ahead, Mirnaa. Let him drop you.”
She smiled softly.
“Okay.”
Bharath decided to do something and bring back the feeling in her. Vikram was like he knew Bharath would try, but he had other important things to focus on — getting Manya on his side. He had sent men to grab more details right from the start — his college days, days when Manya and Bharath were in love.
Hospital Drive – Bharath’s Thar Jeep
Mirnaa got ready in her white saree, id card pinned neatly. She entered the Thar.
Both did not communicate much at first. The silence was heavy.
Bharath opened the conversation.
“So all good with Vikram?”
Mirnaa said softly.
“Mmm. Yes.”
Bharath exhaled.
“Thank you. Thank you for easing my pain, giving me some space to recover and your love and support as always, especially our days in Goa, i would remind it ever single second of that. But it has to be short right.. we are again here.. to our usual self.
I kind of feel happy at the same time jealous when Vikram takes you back without a single after thoughts and you guys share an unexpected bond.”
She smiled and looked down.
He continued.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be a trouble maker. I know my place.”
The words made Mirnaa look at him. She finally opened up.
“Please think that way. I am your friend. Me and Vikram tried to help you. We are glad you are fine now. I don’t want to speak about what happened in Goa. Even i didnt know him better, no one can love like him. Any other husband would not have accepted this. At least they would have a little quarrel. But Vikram not just accepted me, he even consoled me. He heals me.
I realize more than the sex, his warmth is what fascinates me. The love.”
Bharath said:
“You no need to explain. I know it.”
He left a heavy breath and said:
“I just wished to slow down our relationship step by step but looking at the emotional overflow, I think I need to stop.”
Mirnaa stood still. She did not react.
Bharath said:
“I will leave the house soon. I can sense your uneasiness.”
Mirnaa said softly:
“Make sure to visit us once a month.”
Bharath realized his words were not making an impact on her. She was ready to send him out. “Visit us once a month?” She was indirectly telling him she agreed to send him out. Shit.
The hospital came. He dropped her and decided to return to Vikram’s beach house.
He knew Vikram would be there.
He decided not to act anymore.
Direct confrontation & Challenge and a ngame to win back Mirnaa and bed her as he needs.
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Same Time
Vikram was looking at the latest information on his laptop. The informer sent a number.
Vikram dialed.
Vikram:
“So you are the accountant who worked there in Bharath’s father’s company.”
Accountant:
“Yes Sir.”
Vikram:
“Do Manya’s father have any belongings of him there?”
Accountant:
“No Sir.”
Vikram:
“Let’s meet today. You are in Chennai.”
Accountant:
“Yes Sir. After retirement I am settled with my daughter.”
Vikram:
“Send you 5 lakhs. I need your help. I am taking you to Bangalore tomorrow. Don’t twist any words. Tell me whatever you know.”
Accountant:
“Sure Sir.”
The call has been cut.
Vikram then smirked.
“Bharath, so far you played behind but today I am going to play from behind.”
30 Mins later
The Thar engine sound came in.
Bharath came in.
He locked the main door.
Vikram saw him, something was unusual, the way he fast walk and closing door just like he was into some action
He kicked the sofa. Then dragged the almari. Then with a wooden stick he broke the items.
Vikram asked furiously:
“What are you doing?”
Bharath smiled:
“I am saving you brother.”
Vikram:
“What?”
Bharath:
“I am saving you. Look, those men are trying to harm you and I am saving you.”
Vikram:
“Are you dreaming or become mad? There is no one except you and me.”
Bharath:
“That only you and me know. Mirnaa doesn’t.”
Vikram realized what he was trying to do.
Vikram caught his shirt collar.
“You bastard, is that not enough? Are you trying to step on me?”
Bharath smiled.
“Come on Vikram, I liked this.
The challenge. The game. No more behind. Let’s play directly.”
One was calm and the other was furious. Both all these days played behind.
Now having hands on each other for one woman.
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning
The morning sun woke Vikram gently. He turned in bed, expecting to find Mirnaa beside him. The space was empty, but the sound of running water came from the bathroom. He smiled. Their old habit had returned. She was already up, showering, preparing for the day like she used to before Goa. The simple rhythm felt like a small victory.
He got out of bed and went downstairs. The smell of fresh coffee greeted him in the hall. Mirnaa had prepared it — two cups on the table, one for him, one for Bharath. The gesture was small, but it warmed him. He picked up his cup and took a sip.
Bharath was already sitting at the table, sipping his own coffee. His face looked irritated — jaw tight, eyes distant. For a second a mild doubt crept into Vikram’s mind. Did Mirnaa wake up early and while she prepared coffee, did Bharath have a secret meeting with her? The full day of control and emotional reunion he had seemed to break with that doubt.
But Bharath’s face told a different story. The disappointment in his eyes said Mirnaa would have not cooperated for even a small talk. She had probably greeted him politely and moved on. Vikram realized the irritation was Bharath’s own — the control he once had over her was slipping.
Vikram walked back to his room without a word. Mirnaa came out of the bathroom, hair still damp, wearing a simple white saree for the hospital.
Vikram went to hug her. She smiled softly but stepped back a little.
“Take a bath and come. I will prepare breakfast.”
Vikram nodded. He quickly bathed and when he went to the kitchen, Mirnaa was already cooking. He looked at her — the way she moved, the way she hummed softly under her breath. He joined her, standing beside her, helping with small tasks. Their shoulders brushed. Their hands touched once while reaching for the same spoon. It felt normal. It felt right.
Bharath, who witnessed everything from the doorway, got frustrated. He thought Mirnaa was begging for his cock in Goa. Now she did not even care to look at him. Not even a good morning when Vikram was not around. He realized Vikram would have sentimentally made her shut her mouth. He is not interested in her for a long relationship, but the sudden traction, her sudden ignorance irritated him. Bharath could not digest this. He thinks he is losing before Vikram.
He decided to get back on his feet.
He was patiently waiting for the breakfast. They sat at the table. The exchanges between Vikram and Mirnaa — small smiles, her serving him first, his hand brushing hers — infuriated him. But Bharath maintained a calmness on the surface.
After finishing his breakfast he said:
“Mirnaa, don’t prepare any lunch for me. Meeting an important client. I will drop you at the hospital and will come late in night.”
( Bharath is not going to meet any client he just pretend so that he can indirectly remind them that he had to take Mirna to hospital as usual in Thar)
Mirnaa just realized she had to go to the hospital. She had totally forgotten she was a nurse.
She also now remembered that was their regular routine before Goa — him picking her up and dropping her at the hospital in the Thar, and she taking additional lunch for him.
She could not say yes or no immediately. She looked at Vikram, eyes asking what to do.
Vikram said calmly:
“Go ahead, Mirnaa. Let him drop you.”
She smiled softly.
“Okay.”
Bharath decided to do something and bring back the feeling in her. Vikram was like he knew Bharath would try, but he had other important things to focus on — getting Manya on his side. He had sent men to grab more details right from the start — his college days, days when Manya and Bharath were in love.
Hospital Drive – Bharath’s Thar Jeep
Mirnaa got ready in her white saree, id card pinned neatly. She entered the Thar.
Both did not communicate much at first. The silence was heavy.
Bharath opened the conversation.
“So all good with Vikram?”
Mirnaa said softly.
“Mmm. Yes.”
Bharath exhaled.
“Thank you. Thank you for easing my pain, giving me some space to recover and your love and support as always, especially our days in Goa, i would remind it ever single second of that. But it has to be short right.. we are again here.. to our usual self.
I kind of feel happy at the same time jealous when Vikram takes you back without a single after thoughts and you guys share an unexpected bond.”
She smiled and looked down.
He continued.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be a trouble maker. I know my place.”
The words made Mirnaa look at him. She finally opened up.
“Please think that way. I am your friend. Me and Vikram tried to help you. We are glad you are fine now. I don’t want to speak about what happened in Goa. Even i didnt know him better, no one can love like him. Any other husband would not have accepted this. At least they would have a little quarrel. But Vikram not just accepted me, he even consoled me. He heals me.
I realize more than the sex, his warmth is what fascinates me. The love.”
Bharath said:
“You no need to explain. I know it.”
He left a heavy breath and said:
“I just wished to slow down our relationship step by step but looking at the emotional overflow, I think I need to stop.”
Mirnaa stood still. She did not react.
Bharath said:
“I will leave the house soon. I can sense your uneasiness.”
Mirnaa said softly:
“Make sure to visit us once a month.”
Bharath realized his words were not making an impact on her. She was ready to send him out. “Visit us once a month?” She was indirectly telling him she agreed to send him out. Shit.
The hospital came. He dropped her and decided to return to Vikram’s beach house.
He knew Vikram would be there.
He decided not to act anymore.
Direct confrontation & Challenge and a ngame to win back Mirnaa and bed her as he needs.
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Same Time
Vikram was looking at the latest information on his laptop. The informer sent a number.
Vikram dialed.
Vikram:
“So you are the accountant who worked there in Bharath’s father’s company.”
Accountant:
“Yes Sir.”
Vikram:
“Do Manya’s father have any belongings of him there?”
Accountant:
“No Sir.”
Vikram:
“Let’s meet today. You are in Chennai.”
Accountant:
“Yes Sir. After retirement I am settled with my daughter.”
Vikram:
“Send you 5 lakhs. I need your help. I am taking you to Bangalore tomorrow. Don’t twist any words. Tell me whatever you know.”
Accountant:
“Sure Sir.”
The call has been cut.
Vikram then smirked.
“Bharath, so far you played behind but today I am going to play from behind.”
30 Mins later
The Thar engine sound came in.
Bharath came in.
He locked the main door.
Vikram saw him, something was unusual, the way he fast walk and closing door just like he was into some action
He kicked the sofa. Then dragged the almari. Then with a wooden stick he broke the items.
Vikram asked furiously:
“What are you doing?”
Bharath smiled:
“I am saving you brother.”
Vikram:
“What?”
Bharath:
“I am saving you. Look, those men are trying to harm you and I am saving you.”
Vikram:
“Are you dreaming or become mad? There is no one except you and me.”
Bharath:
“That only you and me know. Mirnaa doesn’t.”
Vikram realized what he was trying to do.
Vikram caught his shirt collar.
“You bastard, is that not enough? Are you trying to step on me?”
Bharath smiled.
“Come on Vikram, I liked this.
The challenge. The game. No more behind. Let’s play directly.”
One was calm and the other was furious. Both all these days played behind.
Now having hands on each other for one woman.
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