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Chapter 132 – Day 5: The Turning Point
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning
Mirnaa woke earlier than usual. The house was still dark, the sea outside a low murmur. She turned over, expecting the bed to be empty — Vikram always left for Bangalore before dawn these days. But he was still there. Sleeping. Deeply. His face relaxed in a way she hadn’t seen in weeks, one arm flung across the pillow, breathing slow and even.
She stared at him for a long moment. Surprised. Almost relieved.
She slipped out of bed quietly, pulled on her robe, and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Bharath was already there — standing by the counter, pouring coffee into two tumblers with his good hand. He looked up when she entered.
“Good morning, my love.”
The words landed softly, but they hit her like a gentle shock. She froze in the doorway.
“What… what mood is this?”
Bharath smiled — small, tender.
“I love you.”
Mirnaa dropped her eyes to the floor. Her fingers tightened on the edge of her robe.
He stepped closer, voice gentle.
“Today the doctor said we can remove the remaining bandage completely. Let’s go for that.”
She nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
Then he added:
“Then I will speak with Vikram.”
Mirnaa’s head snapped up.
“See… I don’t know why I said okay. But after everything that happened — the insecure part — we should not escalate it.”
Bharath’s expression softened further.
“Don’t worry about that. I will speak with Vikram.”
She looked at him — searching.
“Do something. But don’t hurt each other.”
She turned and went to bathe. Bharath watched her go, the small satisfied smile returning.
Kitchen – Minutes Later
Vikram came downstairs, hair still damp from a quick shower, shirt sleeves rolled up. Bharath was standing there — waiting.
“Hey, Vikram,” Bharath said casually.
Vikram walked over. Stopped a few feet away.
Bharath smirked.
“Hope you saw how Mirnaa’s cheek got kissed by me. And I was sleeping on her lap. I bet you watched it. After that kiss… it’s like I already won. Maybe you won’t ever have access to her body. I’m gonna rule her.”
Vikram laughed — low, calm, dangerous.
“You remember that cricket match? Opposite team batsman hits a four, celebrates on the field. Team needs two more runs from two balls. He’s the last batsman. Celebrates early. Next ball — bowled out.”
Bharath’s smirk faltered slightly.
Vikram stepped closer.
“I know exactly what tricks you’re using. You can kiss her, hold her, even get her almost there. But she’ll stop you at the last second. Her guilt will rise up and pull her away. The act will stay incomplete. I trust her — and my love for her — more than you trust your games. The challenge is still on.”
Bharath’s eyes narrowed.
“Guilt? Love?” He laughed, short and sharp. “Stupid.”
“Fine. Challenge. Watch how she gives herself to me fully on the 7th night. She’ll wake up in my arms with no regrets — and you’ll know you lost her.”
Vikram laughed again.
“Challenge. I’m telling you again — hear carefully. Even if you get her on the bed, she won’t let it finish. She’ll leave that bed and walk straight back to me. I know her. You don’t.”
Bharath leaned in.
“We’ll see. Get ready on the 8th day to leave the house and surrender her to me.”
Vikram’s smile was cold.
“Keep dreaming.”
They departed.
Bangalore – Vikram’s Office – Same Day
Manya walked into Vikram’s cabin, face pale, eyes shadowed. The documents had arrived that morning — thick folders, scanned voice notes, bank records, emails. Everything laid out in cold, chronological order.
She sat across from him without being asked.
Vikram opened the first file.
“After you and your husband got married, Bharath didn’t stop. He used every method to break him. Silently. Systematically.”
He slid the first page across.
Incident one — the earliest:
Three months after the wedding, your husband was promoted to senior accountant. Bharath leaked a false audit report to the board — claimed your husband had mismanaged a 15-lakh vendor payment. The board froze his increment for six months. Your husband never told you. He worked overtime to cover the ‘shortfall’ himself.”
Manya’s fingers trembled on the paper.
Incident two: Six months later, Bharath got your husband assigned to a new branch — 80 km away.
Daily commute became impossible. Your husband requested transfer back.
Bharath blocked it, citing ‘performance issues.’
Your husband started leaving at 5 a.m., returning at 10 p.m.
You thought he was just busy. He never complained.”
Manya’s breath hitched.
Incident three: When your daughter was born, hospital bills came to 2.8 lakhs. Some of them are Bharath's doing unwanted scans and extra bills , he pushed you guys indirectly.. Bharath delayed the company insurance claim for four months — said there were ‘discrepancies.’ Bharath expected your husband will ask for a help to bharath.. but he never done it..
Your husband took a personal loan to pay. He repaid it in secret, cutting back on everything. You thought the money came from savings.”
Tears welled in Manya’s eyes.
Incident four — the final push: Bharath openly threatened him — ‘Surrender Manya to me or I’ll make sure you lose everything.’
Your husband refused. Bharath escalated — fabricated a complaint about embezzlement.
The company suspended him without pay.
He fought the case alone, spent every rupee on lawyers, won after 14 months.
But by then the damage was done. He never told you. Not once.”
Vikram paused.
“You never knew he worked evenings at a workshop and nights as a load man in a textile shop. He gathered every single rupee. You all thought he was just an accountant. But to protect you and your little family from Bharath’s shadow, he sacrificed everything.”
Manya broke. A sob escaped her. She covered her mouth.
“I never saw the pain. Never knew he carried so much burden behind. He is no more to even ask for an apology. But I truly loved him. My kid is a symbol of it. First few months I didn’t communicate with him. I was angry. But he made me calm down. Gave me space. Gave me respect. Never once said his troubles…”
She cried openly now — raw, wrenching sobs.
Vikram watched her in silence. Then he spoke — calm, measured.
“I know you want revenge.”
Manya looked up, eyes red.
“In a way, your late husband and I are trying the same.
I wanted to get back my wife permanently from him.
He did everything to keep you safe without his shadow.”
Manya said:
“You and my husband are not the same. He sacrificed a lot — left positions, left comfort — just to hold me.
You… succumbed to pressure about your past. You lent Mirnaa out. Now you just feel safe trying to get her back.
You and my husband are not the same.”
The claim was brutal. Vikram knew it.
Manya had touched a nerve — factually true, impossible to defend.
He dropped his head in shame for a long moment.
Manya looked up again, voice steady despite the tears.
“I want to finish him. Finish Bharath. Do something, Vikram.”
Vikram smiled — slow, cold.
“Short or long?”
Manya looked confused.
“He cannot be punished in a day. He should experience his life.”
Vikram’s smile widened.
“Then marry him.”
Manya stared at him.
Vikram continued:
“Get the assets under your control. I will tell you the long-term plan to make him suffer.”
Manya’s eyes searched his. A long moment passed.
A call came in — Sawthi. She sent an address. Asked him to go tomorrow for a surprise.
Vikram replied: “Okay.”
Manya was still looking at him.
Vikram said:
“Deal?”
She swallowed.
“Deal.”
On the 5th day, Manya agreed to Vikram.
VIkram said i will send you what to do in upcoming days, you need to come to chennai day after tomorrow, i will get your accomodations ready!
done?
Manya: deal.
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning
Mirnaa woke earlier than usual. The house was still dark, the sea outside a low murmur. She turned over, expecting the bed to be empty — Vikram always left for Bangalore before dawn these days. But he was still there. Sleeping. Deeply. His face relaxed in a way she hadn’t seen in weeks, one arm flung across the pillow, breathing slow and even.
She stared at him for a long moment. Surprised. Almost relieved.
She slipped out of bed quietly, pulled on her robe, and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Bharath was already there — standing by the counter, pouring coffee into two tumblers with his good hand. He looked up when she entered.
“Good morning, my love.”
The words landed softly, but they hit her like a gentle shock. She froze in the doorway.
“What… what mood is this?”
Bharath smiled — small, tender.
“I love you.”
Mirnaa dropped her eyes to the floor. Her fingers tightened on the edge of her robe.
He stepped closer, voice gentle.
“Today the doctor said we can remove the remaining bandage completely. Let’s go for that.”
She nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
Then he added:
“Then I will speak with Vikram.”
Mirnaa’s head snapped up.
“See… I don’t know why I said okay. But after everything that happened — the insecure part — we should not escalate it.”
Bharath’s expression softened further.
“Don’t worry about that. I will speak with Vikram.”
She looked at him — searching.
“Do something. But don’t hurt each other.”
She turned and went to bathe. Bharath watched her go, the small satisfied smile returning.
Kitchen – Minutes Later
Vikram came downstairs, hair still damp from a quick shower, shirt sleeves rolled up. Bharath was standing there — waiting.
“Hey, Vikram,” Bharath said casually.
Vikram walked over. Stopped a few feet away.
Bharath smirked.
“Hope you saw how Mirnaa’s cheek got kissed by me. And I was sleeping on her lap. I bet you watched it. After that kiss… it’s like I already won. Maybe you won’t ever have access to her body. I’m gonna rule her.”
Vikram laughed — low, calm, dangerous.
“You remember that cricket match? Opposite team batsman hits a four, celebrates on the field. Team needs two more runs from two balls. He’s the last batsman. Celebrates early. Next ball — bowled out.”
Bharath’s smirk faltered slightly.
Vikram stepped closer.
“I know exactly what tricks you’re using. You can kiss her, hold her, even get her almost there. But she’ll stop you at the last second. Her guilt will rise up and pull her away. The act will stay incomplete. I trust her — and my love for her — more than you trust your games. The challenge is still on.”
Bharath’s eyes narrowed.
“Guilt? Love?” He laughed, short and sharp. “Stupid.”
“Fine. Challenge. Watch how she gives herself to me fully on the 7th night. She’ll wake up in my arms with no regrets — and you’ll know you lost her.”
Vikram laughed again.
“Challenge. I’m telling you again — hear carefully. Even if you get her on the bed, she won’t let it finish. She’ll leave that bed and walk straight back to me. I know her. You don’t.”
Bharath leaned in.
“We’ll see. Get ready on the 8th day to leave the house and surrender her to me.”
Vikram’s smile was cold.
“Keep dreaming.”
They departed.
Bangalore – Vikram’s Office – Same Day
Manya walked into Vikram’s cabin, face pale, eyes shadowed. The documents had arrived that morning — thick folders, scanned voice notes, bank records, emails. Everything laid out in cold, chronological order.
She sat across from him without being asked.
Vikram opened the first file.
“After you and your husband got married, Bharath didn’t stop. He used every method to break him. Silently. Systematically.”
He slid the first page across.
Incident one — the earliest:
Three months after the wedding, your husband was promoted to senior accountant. Bharath leaked a false audit report to the board — claimed your husband had mismanaged a 15-lakh vendor payment. The board froze his increment for six months. Your husband never told you. He worked overtime to cover the ‘shortfall’ himself.”
Manya’s fingers trembled on the paper.
Incident two: Six months later, Bharath got your husband assigned to a new branch — 80 km away.
Daily commute became impossible. Your husband requested transfer back.
Bharath blocked it, citing ‘performance issues.’
Your husband started leaving at 5 a.m., returning at 10 p.m.
You thought he was just busy. He never complained.”
Manya’s breath hitched.
Incident three: When your daughter was born, hospital bills came to 2.8 lakhs. Some of them are Bharath's doing unwanted scans and extra bills , he pushed you guys indirectly.. Bharath delayed the company insurance claim for four months — said there were ‘discrepancies.’ Bharath expected your husband will ask for a help to bharath.. but he never done it..
Your husband took a personal loan to pay. He repaid it in secret, cutting back on everything. You thought the money came from savings.”
Tears welled in Manya’s eyes.
Incident four — the final push: Bharath openly threatened him — ‘Surrender Manya to me or I’ll make sure you lose everything.’
Your husband refused. Bharath escalated — fabricated a complaint about embezzlement.
The company suspended him without pay.
He fought the case alone, spent every rupee on lawyers, won after 14 months.
But by then the damage was done. He never told you. Not once.”
Vikram paused.
“You never knew he worked evenings at a workshop and nights as a load man in a textile shop. He gathered every single rupee. You all thought he was just an accountant. But to protect you and your little family from Bharath’s shadow, he sacrificed everything.”
Manya broke. A sob escaped her. She covered her mouth.
“I never saw the pain. Never knew he carried so much burden behind. He is no more to even ask for an apology. But I truly loved him. My kid is a symbol of it. First few months I didn’t communicate with him. I was angry. But he made me calm down. Gave me space. Gave me respect. Never once said his troubles…”
She cried openly now — raw, wrenching sobs.
Vikram watched her in silence. Then he spoke — calm, measured.
“I know you want revenge.”
Manya looked up, eyes red.
“In a way, your late husband and I are trying the same.
I wanted to get back my wife permanently from him.
He did everything to keep you safe without his shadow.”
Manya said:
“You and my husband are not the same. He sacrificed a lot — left positions, left comfort — just to hold me.
You… succumbed to pressure about your past. You lent Mirnaa out. Now you just feel safe trying to get her back.
You and my husband are not the same.”
The claim was brutal. Vikram knew it.
Manya had touched a nerve — factually true, impossible to defend.
He dropped his head in shame for a long moment.
Manya looked up again, voice steady despite the tears.
“I want to finish him. Finish Bharath. Do something, Vikram.”
Vikram smiled — slow, cold.
“Short or long?”
Manya looked confused.
“He cannot be punished in a day. He should experience his life.”
Vikram’s smile widened.
“Then marry him.”
Manya stared at him.
Vikram continued:
“Get the assets under your control. I will tell you the long-term plan to make him suffer.”
Manya’s eyes searched his. A long moment passed.
A call came in — Sawthi. She sent an address. Asked him to go tomorrow for a surprise.
Vikram replied: “Okay.”
Manya was still looking at him.
Vikram said:
“Deal?”
She swallowed.
“Deal.”
On the 5th day, Manya agreed to Vikram.
VIkram said i will send you what to do in upcoming days, you need to come to chennai day after tomorrow, i will get your accomodations ready!
done?
Manya: deal.
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