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Chapter 129 – Day 2: Memories & Doubts | The first Truth Manya sees
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning
The morning light was soft, filtering through the curtains in gentle golden bands. Mirnaa was already in the kitchen, the familiar sounds of idli steaming and chutney simmering drifting through the house. Bharath’s bandage needed changing again — the wound was still raw, stitches pulling tight. She prepared breakfast first: idli, chutney, sambar, coffee.
She set a small tray for Bharath.
She walked to his room.
He was sitting up in bed, propped against pillows, good hand resting on the blanket.
His face lit up when she entered — a small, grateful smile.
“You didn’t have to do this again.”
Mirnaa set the tray down.
“Your hand is still bad. Eat.”
She sat beside him. Took a spoonful of idli dipped in chutney. Held it to his mouth.
Bharath ate slowly. Then he reached for his phone with his good hand.
“I was looking at something earlier… thought you might want to see.”
He opened his gallery.
Old photos from Goa.
Laughing on the beach. Dancing under string lights.
Her head on his shoulder at sunset.
Candid shots of them holding hands, carefree.
“These are the only happy memories I have left.”
They scrolled together. Mirnaa’s eyes softened. She smiled despite herself.
Bharath watched her face.
“You looked happy.”
Mirnaa nodded quietly.
“Yes. Those were our good moments.”
Bharath’s voice dropped.
“Yes. The moments will stay with us forever. The memories… only when they complete as they are. We had great memories. I would have given a hug — a friendly one — when I go away from here. But Vikram’s insecurities spoiled it. Now I have bitter memories.”
Mirnaa felt it — a small pang in her chest. Guilt. Nostalgia. She looked away.
Afternoon – Guest Room
Lunch time. Mirnaa brought rice, sambar, curd.
Bharath couldn’t hold the spoon. She sat beside him again.
Fed him slowly.
While she helped him eat, he said softly:
“I know you love Vikram. I just wish I could have one more day where you looked at me the way you did in Goa.”
Mirnaa paused. She hears it for the second time... Spoon hovering.
She knew what it meant.
“I don’t know if that is possible after all this happened.”
Bharath nodded slowly.
“I understand. I just miss those moments. The way we laughed. The way you felt safe in my arms.”
Mirnaa stayed quiet. The memories flickered — the beach, the laughter, the warmth.
She pushed them down, but they lingered.
Evening – Guest Room
Mirnaa helped Bharath stand to stretch his legs.
As she supported his weight, his good hand brushed her waist — accidental, or so it seemed.
He pulled back immediately.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Mirnaa noticed it.
But she didn’t flinch.
She just gained more confidence — Bharath could not harm her.
He was weak. Injured. Grateful. She helped him sit back down.
Night – Guest Room
Mirnaa checked on him one last time before bed.
Bharath was lying in the dark. She turned to leave.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand. She paused.
He picked it up with his good hand. Read the message. Then looked at her.
“Can’t sleep because of pain. Thank you for today. You’re my only peace.”
He paused.
“I keep thinking about how safe I felt with you in my arms in Goa.
How you helped me fix the nights I feared. The trauma.
I know I shouldn’t say this, but I miss you.”
He looked at her.
“I at least need to sleep on your lap, even if that is for a few minutes. Shall I?”
Mirnaa hesitated. Then said quietly:
“Tomorrow.”
She left the room. Bharath watched her go. A small, satisfied smile crossed his face.
Mirnaa’s heart felt heavy. Nostalgic. Guilty. She slipped into “just one more kind gesture” mode.
Bangalore – Call Center Office – Second Day Noon
Manya had barely spoken after signing the papers yesterday. She was shocked. Surprised. Doubtful.
Why had Vikram bought her company? Why shift only her? She could not make a misstep — her small family depended on her. She absolutely hated Vikram for pushing her like this.
She didn’t ask what or why he was here, but her mind was full of doubts.
Vikram didn’t drag her. He allowed her to do her work — answering calls, logging data, same routine.
But every few minutes she glanced toward the CEO cabin. Wondering.
One hour later, Vikram called her in.
“An important guest is coming. Pick him up at the lobby.”
Manya nodded.
“Okay.”
She went down. When she reached the lobby, she was surprised.
It was Accountant Uncle — the man who had worked with her father years ago.
“Uncle? You?”
Accountant Uncle looked guilty.
“I’m good, beta. How are you? Let’s talk in the CEO cabin, okay?”
Manya frowned.
“I’m just an employee. I can’t just speak with the new CEO. I’ll talk to you later.”
Uncle shook his head.
“No. I came for you.”
Manya was confused.
He said:
“Come. I will explain there.”
Manya followed. They entered the cabin.
As soon as they are in..
Vikram asked Manya to close the door.
He rolled his chair and sat.
“So Manya, your uncle didn’t come to meet me. He came to speak with you.
He wants to reveal some truth. Just listen to him.”
Manya looked puzzled. She slowly asked:
“What, Uncle?”
Accountant Uncle began.
“You may not believe me. Hear this voice note.”
He played it. It was Manya’s father’s voice:
“Gunaseelan, just see to that this secret never goes out…
Bharath has been taking money outside using my name. I had to protect him.
That’s the way he can escape from his father…”
Gunaseelan’s voice:
“Now are you mad? It’s an outright issue when it goes out.”
Manya’s father:
“No, Guna. He loves my daughter. Bharath’s father won’t admit my daughter into his family. Bharath tells me he can let go of Manya if I can help him take the money out. For preserving my friendship with his father, I need to do this.”
The voice note ended.
Manya was shocked. She didn’t know such an issue happened.
All she knew was Bharath’s father and her father had quarreled, and Bharath’s father accused him of laundering money.
Manya asked:
“Bharath is the reason why my father got that blame and shame?”
Uncle continued:
“Hear this second voice note.”
Gunaseelan:
“Bharath cheated me. He is forcing me to give my hand on their marriage. If not, he is telling me that he will tell this to his father and break my friendship. I said okay to my daughter and Bharath marriage because of this, but i fear what if Bharath father know this.”
Voice note ended.
Manya now realized: Bharath was not laundering money.
He had acted to leave her and asked a favor in return.
Used the same as a tool to get his hand on their marriage.
Uncle said:
“But it doesn’t end that way. Listen to this voice.”
Manya’s father:
“Guna, Bharath’s father is asking me to marry my daughter to that new employee in our company.
He is forcing me. I shouldn’t have entertained Bharath.”
Manya now understood fully: why the company never paid any benefits to her father.
It was Bharath’s scheme to get her father’s approval, but it backfired when Bharath’s father twisted it to his favor.
Vikram now said to Manya:
“I already told you. What you are seeing is not real, its what your mind believed or how bharath and his family wanted..
Come to me.
Come to my way.
I will show you the entire truth.
Then you can give your approval for final revenge.”
Manya stood still.
So Bharath had been a flaw and troublemaker even before she could suspect.
Vikram said im here to give a perfect lesson to Bharath.
just tell me you are in.!!
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning
The morning light was soft, filtering through the curtains in gentle golden bands. Mirnaa was already in the kitchen, the familiar sounds of idli steaming and chutney simmering drifting through the house. Bharath’s bandage needed changing again — the wound was still raw, stitches pulling tight. She prepared breakfast first: idli, chutney, sambar, coffee.
She set a small tray for Bharath.
She walked to his room.
He was sitting up in bed, propped against pillows, good hand resting on the blanket.
His face lit up when she entered — a small, grateful smile.
“You didn’t have to do this again.”
Mirnaa set the tray down.
“Your hand is still bad. Eat.”
She sat beside him. Took a spoonful of idli dipped in chutney. Held it to his mouth.
Bharath ate slowly. Then he reached for his phone with his good hand.
“I was looking at something earlier… thought you might want to see.”
He opened his gallery.
Old photos from Goa.
Laughing on the beach. Dancing under string lights.
Her head on his shoulder at sunset.
Candid shots of them holding hands, carefree.
“These are the only happy memories I have left.”
They scrolled together. Mirnaa’s eyes softened. She smiled despite herself.
Bharath watched her face.
“You looked happy.”
Mirnaa nodded quietly.
“Yes. Those were our good moments.”
Bharath’s voice dropped.
“Yes. The moments will stay with us forever. The memories… only when they complete as they are. We had great memories. I would have given a hug — a friendly one — when I go away from here. But Vikram’s insecurities spoiled it. Now I have bitter memories.”
Mirnaa felt it — a small pang in her chest. Guilt. Nostalgia. She looked away.
Afternoon – Guest Room
Lunch time. Mirnaa brought rice, sambar, curd.
Bharath couldn’t hold the spoon. She sat beside him again.
Fed him slowly.
While she helped him eat, he said softly:
“I know you love Vikram. I just wish I could have one more day where you looked at me the way you did in Goa.”
Mirnaa paused. She hears it for the second time... Spoon hovering.
She knew what it meant.
“I don’t know if that is possible after all this happened.”
Bharath nodded slowly.
“I understand. I just miss those moments. The way we laughed. The way you felt safe in my arms.”
Mirnaa stayed quiet. The memories flickered — the beach, the laughter, the warmth.
She pushed them down, but they lingered.
Evening – Guest Room
Mirnaa helped Bharath stand to stretch his legs.
As she supported his weight, his good hand brushed her waist — accidental, or so it seemed.
He pulled back immediately.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Mirnaa noticed it.
But she didn’t flinch.
She just gained more confidence — Bharath could not harm her.
He was weak. Injured. Grateful. She helped him sit back down.
Night – Guest Room
Mirnaa checked on him one last time before bed.
Bharath was lying in the dark. She turned to leave.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand. She paused.
He picked it up with his good hand. Read the message. Then looked at her.
“Can’t sleep because of pain. Thank you for today. You’re my only peace.”
He paused.
“I keep thinking about how safe I felt with you in my arms in Goa.
How you helped me fix the nights I feared. The trauma.
I know I shouldn’t say this, but I miss you.”
He looked at her.
“I at least need to sleep on your lap, even if that is for a few minutes. Shall I?”
Mirnaa hesitated. Then said quietly:
“Tomorrow.”
She left the room. Bharath watched her go. A small, satisfied smile crossed his face.
Mirnaa’s heart felt heavy. Nostalgic. Guilty. She slipped into “just one more kind gesture” mode.
Bangalore – Call Center Office – Second Day Noon
Manya had barely spoken after signing the papers yesterday. She was shocked. Surprised. Doubtful.
Why had Vikram bought her company? Why shift only her? She could not make a misstep — her small family depended on her. She absolutely hated Vikram for pushing her like this.
She didn’t ask what or why he was here, but her mind was full of doubts.
Vikram didn’t drag her. He allowed her to do her work — answering calls, logging data, same routine.
But every few minutes she glanced toward the CEO cabin. Wondering.
One hour later, Vikram called her in.
“An important guest is coming. Pick him up at the lobby.”
Manya nodded.
“Okay.”
She went down. When she reached the lobby, she was surprised.
It was Accountant Uncle — the man who had worked with her father years ago.
“Uncle? You?”
Accountant Uncle looked guilty.
“I’m good, beta. How are you? Let’s talk in the CEO cabin, okay?”
Manya frowned.
“I’m just an employee. I can’t just speak with the new CEO. I’ll talk to you later.”
Uncle shook his head.
“No. I came for you.”
Manya was confused.
He said:
“Come. I will explain there.”
Manya followed. They entered the cabin.
As soon as they are in..
Vikram asked Manya to close the door.
He rolled his chair and sat.
“So Manya, your uncle didn’t come to meet me. He came to speak with you.
He wants to reveal some truth. Just listen to him.”
Manya looked puzzled. She slowly asked:
“What, Uncle?”
Accountant Uncle began.
“You may not believe me. Hear this voice note.”
He played it. It was Manya’s father’s voice:
“Gunaseelan, just see to that this secret never goes out…
Bharath has been taking money outside using my name. I had to protect him.
That’s the way he can escape from his father…”
Gunaseelan’s voice:
“Now are you mad? It’s an outright issue when it goes out.”
Manya’s father:
“No, Guna. He loves my daughter. Bharath’s father won’t admit my daughter into his family. Bharath tells me he can let go of Manya if I can help him take the money out. For preserving my friendship with his father, I need to do this.”
The voice note ended.
Manya was shocked. She didn’t know such an issue happened.
All she knew was Bharath’s father and her father had quarreled, and Bharath’s father accused him of laundering money.
Manya asked:
“Bharath is the reason why my father got that blame and shame?”
Uncle continued:
“Hear this second voice note.”
Gunaseelan:
“Bharath cheated me. He is forcing me to give my hand on their marriage. If not, he is telling me that he will tell this to his father and break my friendship. I said okay to my daughter and Bharath marriage because of this, but i fear what if Bharath father know this.”
Voice note ended.
Manya now realized: Bharath was not laundering money.
He had acted to leave her and asked a favor in return.
Used the same as a tool to get his hand on their marriage.
Uncle said:
“But it doesn’t end that way. Listen to this voice.”
Manya’s father:
“Guna, Bharath’s father is asking me to marry my daughter to that new employee in our company.
He is forcing me. I shouldn’t have entertained Bharath.”
Manya now understood fully: why the company never paid any benefits to her father.
It was Bharath’s scheme to get her father’s approval, but it backfired when Bharath’s father twisted it to his favor.
Vikram now said to Manya:
“I already told you. What you are seeing is not real, its what your mind believed or how bharath and his family wanted..
Come to me.
Come to my way.
I will show you the entire truth.
Then you can give your approval for final revenge.”
Manya stood still.
So Bharath had been a flaw and troublemaker even before she could suspect.
Vikram said im here to give a perfect lesson to Bharath.
just tell me you are in.!!
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