Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

[Rocky@handsome]

Chapter 138 -  Bharath Decision to Marry Manya - A Long Schema of Vikram


Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Immediate Morning

The first pale light of dawn slipped through the half-drawn curtains, painting faint golden streaks across the tangled sheets. The room still carried the scent of last night,sweat and the raw aftermath of everything that had happened.
Mirnaa stirred slowly, her body heavy and sore. Bruises bloomed in dark patches on her hips, thighs, throat, breasts, marks from Vikram’s hands, his mouth, his relentless claiming. Between her legs ached, swollen, sensitive, still leaking the evidence of how many times he had finished inside her.
She opened her eyes and the memories flooded back in a rush: Bharath’s thick cock halfway inside her, the sudden emptiness when he pulled out, the way he ran without a backward glance, Manya’s voice on the phone, the way the decorated room had mocked her as she stood naked and abandoned.
Shame crashed over her like cold water. She felt filthy. Tainted. Unworthy.
She tried to curl away from Vikram, to hide her marked body, to disappear from his sight.
But Vikram was already awake. He had been watching her sleep, eyes soft in the dim light. The moment she tried to pull away, he caught her gently ,one arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
“No,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Don’t hide from me.”
Tears spilled instantly. She shook her head, voice small and broken.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Vikram.”
He turned her face toward him — thumb brushing a tear from her cheek.
“Shh. Look at me.”
She did — eyes red, glassy, terrified.
“I cheated on you,” she whispered.
“I begged you to let me sleep with him.
I let him undress me, kiss me, almost… almost take me completely. I was going to give myself to him.
I was surprised… How can you even look at me normally?
Do you hate me now?
Do you see me as disgusting? Ugly? Bad? Tell me the truth.

If you can’t stand me anymore… I’ll go. I’ll leave. I don’t deserve you.”
Vikram’s expression didn’t waver. He cupped her face in both hands — gentle, firm.
“No,” he said quietly. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”
She shook her head, tears falling faster.


“How can you say that? I was going to let him fuck me.
I buyed his lie that he loved me.. That thing hides my eye
I was begging him to come inside me. I—”
“You were broken,” he interrupted softly. “Manipulated. Lied to. Someone took your trust and twisted it until you doubted everything — yourself, me, what love even means. But you’re not dirty. You’re not ugly. You’re not bad. You’re my wife. The woman I chose. The woman I still choose. Every single day.”
Mirnaa’s breath hitched. “I feel… filthy. Like I don’t belong next to you anymore.”
Vikram pulled her closer — chest to chest, heartbeats aligning.
“You belong right here,” he said. “In my arms. In our bed. In our life. You made a mistake. So did I — I let it go this far. But we’re not defined by one night. We’re defined by what we do next. Let’s forget the past. Move on. Just you and me. No more shadows. No more doubts.”
She searched his face — desperate for any sign of disgust, any crack in his calm.
“You really don’t hate me?”
“I love you,” he said simply. “More now than ever. Because you came back to me. You chose me. Even when you were broken, you chose me.”
You did’nt defend, you learned your lesson, most importantly you are a victim here. Nothing of this is not what you wanted.. He made it look like you wanted it too. A perfect liar.

As he says mirna, continues to think herself low and realise she was easily manipulated and tricked.
Mirnaa broke again — but this time the sobs were softer, relieved. She buried her face in his neck, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing left in her world.
“Im Sorry”
Vikram kissed her hair, her temple, her tear-streaked cheek.
“No, don't be.. Im too sorry for everything, Lets start new..” he echoed.
They stayed like that for hours — tangled in bed, no sex, just holding. Whispering. Breathing together. Healing in the quiet.


Last Night. When Bharath left Mirna alone in the bedroom naked –

Bharath’s Thar speeded through a secluded spot in Chennai, Which Manya informed — a quiet park bench under flickering streetlights, half-hidden by overgrown bougainvillea. The air was thick with the smell of night-blooming jasmine and distant sea salt.
Manya was already there when he arrived — sitting with her arms wrapped around herself, shivering despite the warm evening. Her eyes were red, cheeks streaked with dried tears, hair disheveled like she had run here in a hurry.
Bharath stopped a few feet away, heart thudding. Manya looked up at him — fragile, broken — and before he could speak, she rushed forward and threw herself into his arms, hugging him so tightly it knocked the breath out of him.
“Bharath…” Her voice cracked against his chest.
“I missed you so much. I couldn’t breathe without you.
Can we… can we get back together? Please?”


Im worried, some one is following me.. I just came to see you…
Bharath froze — stunned, arms hovering for a second before they closed around her instinctively.

“I’m here now,” he whispered, holding her close. “I’m here.”

She pulled back just enough to look up at him — eyes wide, pleading.
“I was so scared. I thought… I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Bharath cupped her face, thumbs brushing away fresh tears.
“What happened to you? Why are you here like this? I approached you for years — I begged, I waited — but you never once looked back.
How sudden… why now?”
Manya saw him and asked why you didn't want me back?

No NO, im just happy and curious what changes your mind.. After years of approach
Why did you ignore me when I approached yo/? Why did you reject me?

Manya’s lip trembled. She looked down, voice barely above a whisper.
“Your family… they threatened me. All these days. If I ever got back to you, they said they would finish my kid. They’d take her away, ruin her life, make sure we had nothing. I was terrified.

Bharath asked: But i have been pursuing you even before you deliver the baby
Manya:  Back then… I loved my husband. After we are made split by our parents, my husband consoled me, he gave me hope, he is really  good soul. I couldn’t leave him and you married too and there is no necessity.. But after he passed… and you kept approaching, i kind of decided to move on…. Its a life i already lived in and you would understand me.. I took that decision not just for me, but for my child’s future… I started thinking maybe we could have a good life together. But the threats never stopped. Anonymous calls, letters, people watching my house. I didn’t know who — maybe your uncles, maybe your father himself. They always came anonymously. I was trapped.”
Bharath’s jaw tightened. Rage flickered in his eyes.
“My family? They threatened you? My kid?”
Manya nodded, tears spilling again.
“I feared for her life. That’s why I stayed away. But… I lost patience. As days passed, I missed you more and more. Whenever you come to Bangalore, some men keep their eyes on my house. So I ignored you then..  I came back to Chennai for office reasons, but that's a wrong direction, so I decided to open up to you today.. I came to chennai hoping to find you… but again, someone followed me. I’m in fear. I thought you might not reach here in time… so I just wanted to hear you say ‘I love you’ one last time. Just once.”
Bharath pulled her into his arms again — fierce, protective.
“I love you,” he said against her hair. “I never stopped. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry they did that to you. I’ll take care of you.
I’ll protect you. No one will touch you again.”

Manya clung to him, body trembling.
“You should love someone else too…”

Bharath pulled back slightly, confused.
“Who?”

“My kid…” she whispered. “My baby needs your love as well.”

Bharath’s eyes softened.
“Your baby is mine,” he said firmly. “The love is enough for me. Your love… I don’t want anything else.”

Manya looked up at him — eyes shining.
“Can you take me to your home. I dont know anyone here to stay?! I just want to meet you tell you this and decided to get back.. But after someone chasing it got late.. Let me stay somewhere and go back in morning, i left baby alone with mother”
Can you take me to your home?
Bharath stumbled — his mind flashing to Vikram’s house, to Mirnaa still there, to the risk of drama, of exposure.
“I… can’t take you there. Not yet. Im staying at a friends house. May be  Let’s stay in a hotel tonight. Just us. No one else.”
Manya nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
They walked to a nearby boutique hotel — quiet, discreet. He booked a room under his name. They went upstairs. No sex. Just talking. They sat on the bed, legs crossed, facing each other. Manya rested her head on his shoulder while Bharath spoke — reliving the past: how they first met at that college fest, how she wore a red dress that matched his shirt by accident, how they laughed all night, how he knew she was the one. Manya cried softly, told him she had missed him every day, how empty her life had been, how she had never stopped loving him.
He held her until she fell asleep in his arms, innocent, comforting, like they were young again.
By morning, Bharath was convinced.
He feeled he had no purpose to stay in chennai, as he had to go with Manya and start a fresh life.. He sent a message to Rishi quickly and said - Good news Manya and i are back.. He didnt expect a reply.. He kept the phone and looked at her and said
“I’ll join you in Bangalore,” he said.
“We’ll marry. Start fresh. Not just us two, it's three me, you and baby. Just our family."
Manya smiled — small, secret — as he packed.
He excused her to quickly take his belongings, from the friends house and take his car for enroute to vikram home to get back things.



Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – 12:05 PM

The midday sun poured through the tall windows of the living room, The house was quiet, too quie, except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves outside. Vikram sat in his usual armchair, one leg crossed over the other, a cup of black coffee gone cold on the side table. Mirnaa sat on the sofa opposite him, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around herself. She was still in her pale blue nightgown — hadn’t changed since the night before. Her hair was loose, eyes red-rimmed, face pale.

Neither of them had expected Bharath to return now
The front door opened without a knock. Bharath stepped in, alone, he directly went to his room, and after 10 mins, he came out with two large suitcases rolling behind him, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked composed, almost serene, like a man who had finally made a decision.
Vikram didn’t rise. Mirnaa tensed instantly — her entire body going rigid at the sight of him. The memory hit her like a slap: him halfway inside her, whispering promises, then yanking out and running at the sound of Manya’s voice. Leaving her naked, legs spread, dripping, alone on a bed covered in rose petals. She couldn’t breathe properly. Her hands clenched into fists in her lap.
Bharath stopped just inside the hall.
He looked at Vikram first — calm, almost respectful — then at Mirnaa.
he said, voice even, “I’m moving out.”
He paused, eyes lingering on her for a second longer than necessary.
“Manya and I are marrying.”
Mirnaa flinched — visibly. The words landed like stones in her stomach. She couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t speak. The shame flooded back in a rush: she had begged this man to take her, had spread her legs for him, had believed every word he said — and he had walked away the second his actual lover called. She felt like a fool again, as it reminded how bharath had been telling her he loves her till last night .
She stood abruptly — legs unsteady — and fled toward the bedroom without a word. The door closed behind her with a soft click.

Vikram rose slowly. He walked Bharath to the front door, unhurried, deliberate. Bharath pulled his suitcases along, wheels whispering against the marble.
At the threshold, Vikram stopped. Turned to face him.
“End of the day,” he said quietly, voice low enough that only Bharath could hear, “I won.”
Bharath paused. A bitter, defiant smirk curled his lip.
“It’s me who won,” he shot back.
“Luck favored you — Manya came back to me.
But if you think you won, let it be.
I don’t care. I have Manya now. That’s enough for me.”
He stepped outside.
Vikram smiled, he knows he doesn't need to tell how he actually won  him, its not luck its his plan that Manya came back..
Its his way of making him puppet, its a sweet revenge a tit for tat a counter one Vikram does as once Bharath did the same to him and mirna.


The Thar waited in the driveway — engine already running, driver holding the door open.
Bharath loaded the bags himself. Climbed in. Didn’t look back.
The engine rumbled to life — deep, throaty — then pulled away, tires crunching over gravel. The sound faded down the coastal road until it was gone.
Vikram stood in the open doorway for a long moment — watching the empty drive. Then he closed the door. Locked it. Turned the deadbolt with a soft, final click.
He stood there — alone in the hall — and smirked to himself.
“Bharath…” he said quietly, almost tenderly,

“I’m going to give you the same medicine you gave others.
You’ll experience it from Manya.”
He exhaled once — slow, satisfied.
Then he walked to the bedroom door. Knocked softly.
“Mirnaa?”
No answer.
He opened it gently.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed — knees drawn up, arms wrapped around her legs, face buried. Shoulders shaking silently.
Vikram crossed the room. Sat beside her. Didn’t touch her — just waited.
Vikram reached out — slow, careful — and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Like he had heard her inner voices, Vikram said
“He was never worth it,” he said softly. “You know that now.”
Mirnaa nodded — small, broken.
“I’m sorry… for everything.”

Vikram pulled her into his arms then — gentle, unhurried. She went willingly, curling against him like she belonged there.
“You’re home now,” he whispered. “That’s all that matters.”
Now he has gone completely, it's just us..
You forget every past , let's start fresh.
For me you are the only one and for you?

She clung to him — fingers twisting in his shirt.
“Only you,” she murmured. “It always has been… only you.”
Vikram kissed the top of her head.
“I’m as well, it’s just sex, I'm not bothered about that, i got offended when you think its love..
Only I can love you.”
Outside, the sea kept rolling — steady, indifferent.

Inside, the house felt smaller. Safer.
An Hour later

And somewhere far away, Bharath drove toward Bangalore with Manya— toward a future he thought he had won.

He had no idea.Vikram was going to silently orchestrate a punishment for Bhartah.

Absolutely Stunning Episode! You have completely nailed it!!❤️

The tables have finally turned, and it’s time for the puppeteer himself to become the puppet. The man who used to pull everyone’s strings like a master performer is now about to find himself dancing to someone else’s tune.

We all know that when Vikram sets out for revenge, even the most formidable opponents are brought to their knees—a glimpse of which we’ve already witnessed in his previous cold-blooded moves. 

You pulled this off so brilliantly; words truly fall short when trying to appreciate your immense talent for imagination and your creatively powerful writing skills.

Undoubtedly, you deserve a 10/10 for this episode! You are at the top of your game—keep going!

Best wishes 

Regards
Rocky ❤️