01-03-2026, 08:25 AM
Chapter 142– Manya and Bharath Day 2
Bangalore – Lawyer’s Office – The Next Day
The lawyer’s office was small, air-conditioned to a chill, and smelled faintly of old paper and ink. Bharath sat at the polished teak table, Manya beside him, Priya on her lap playing with a small toy car. The little girl was oblivious — humming softly, wheels clicking against Manya’s knee.
Manya leaned closer to Bharath, voice low and trembling just enough to sound vulnerable.
“Let’s get all your properties in her name,” she said.
then hesitatingly said..
“Your father’s share too… at least half of it. For Priya’s future.”
Bharath hesitated — fingers tightening on the pen.
“That’s… everything,” he said quietly. “The houses, the company shares, the investments. are fine.. but Fathers share?
My father won’t agree easily.”
Manya’s eyes filled with tears — perfectly timed, glistening but not falling yet.
“I know it’s a lot,” she whispered. “But after everything… I need to know we’re secure.
I can’t lose her future too. Not after I lost so much already.”
Your father would turn againts me any time, this share on priya name is only thing that secures her from his threats.
She looked down at Priya — the child smiling up at her innocently — and a single tear slipped down Manya’s cheek.
Bharath stared at the documents. Then at the child. Then at Manya.
Manya never knew the business.
She didn’t care about running it.
She just wanted ownership — control, that Vikram told her.. Something to hold over them.
Something that would make them think twice before ever threatening her or the child again.
Vikram’s voice echoed in her memory from the phone call the night before:
“Just keep them in your control.
They should be afraid to confront you.
They should think about the assets in your name every day.
Temoney and power they used to suppress you earlier — you don’t need to throw them out.
But the assets in your name… that should cause fear every day for them.”
And then the colder part:
“Don’t have sex with Bharath. Delay it.
Make sure he gets tempted every time, but when it comes closer, just ignore him.
Tell him the baby’s crying, you’re not ready… you remember your late husband… Cry.
Emotionally avoid physical sex. He should stay away, he should think, he is suppressing sex for love.”
Vikram had paused.
“Bharath used love to lure Mirnaa into sex.
I’m using the same love — yours — as a tool to reject sex.
He’ll break bit by bit.”
Manya had known Vikram’s pain.
Initially she feared the revenge would be like — let Vikram have her, make bharath cuckold, humiliate him.
But she was glad, Vikam was not into that usual revenge trope.. and she also doesnt want to revenge him with sex? its not her way and she dont want it either.
Manya realised... Vikram’s revenge was deeper.
Emotional. Slow. Breaking Bharath’s spirit, not just his body.
Manya wanted the same now.
She wanted to give Bharath hope in love — make him a dog wagging his tail, chasing after her. But never give him the biscuit.
She came back from her thoughts.
Bharath was still staring at the papers.
He exhaled — long, shaky.
“Let me transfer mine first,” he said. “The ones in my name. Then… I’ll talk to my father about his share.”
Manya nodded — grateful, tearful.
“Thank you.”
The lawyer slid more forms across the table.
Bharath signed — page after page — transferring properties, bank accounts, investments into Priya’s name, Manya as guardian.
When it came to his father’s share, Bharath made the call.
“Dad… I need you at the lawyer’s office. It’s important.”
An hour later, Bharath’s father arrived — face guarded, eyes suspicious.
Bharath explained — voice steady, emotional.
The father stared at Manya — “I don’t trust this,” he said. “I never did.”
Manya looked down — tears falling silently.
The father exhaled — heavy, resigned.
*** Long Drama ***
Finally He signed with some legal conditions, that his shares will be reversed anytime if he wanted. Also shares will be only half.
Bharath nodded.
The father signed — reluctantly, under pressure from his son’s pleading eyes and the mother’s quiet tears in the background.
The lawyer stamped the preliminary documents.
That Night – The Bedroom
Bharath came to the bedroom early — body tense, eyes dark with need.
He had waited. He had signed away half his life. Now he wanted his wife.
Manya stood by the window, back to him, cream saree dbangd perfectly, hair loose.
He crossed the room. Slid his arms around her waist from behind. Pressed his lips to the side of her neck, hungry, urgent.
Manya let him kiss her ,soft, slow. Then she turned in his arms.
“I’ll think about it when everything is official,” she said, voice gentle but firm.
“When the shares and assets are fully in our name. Registrations are still pending, right?
What we did today is preliminary procedure.”
Bharath froze — hands still on her hips.
“What?”
Manya caught his face gently — thumbs brushing his cheeks.
“I don’t know what you think,” she said, eyes searching his, “but our love is true — no doubt in that.
But I doubt your father. I can’t risk it. Not with Priya’s future on the line. Let this be a little reminder for you too.”
Bharath stared at her — frustration, confusion, hurt flickering across his face.
I understand you doubt my father, but what about me?
Manya kissed his cheek — soft, placating.
“Soon,” she whispered.
When i feel this is my home i will...
She slipped out of his arms. Walked to the nursery to check on Priya.
Bharath stood alone in the bedroom — body on fire, mind spinning. He sank onto the edge of the bed. Buried his face in his hands.
“She loves me,” he told himself. “She’s just scared. She’s protecting our daughter. Soon.”
He slept alone again — controlling his urges, staring at the ceiling, telling himself it would be worth it.
Bangalore – Lawyer’s Office – The Next Day
The lawyer’s office was small, air-conditioned to a chill, and smelled faintly of old paper and ink. Bharath sat at the polished teak table, Manya beside him, Priya on her lap playing with a small toy car. The little girl was oblivious — humming softly, wheels clicking against Manya’s knee.
Manya leaned closer to Bharath, voice low and trembling just enough to sound vulnerable.
“Let’s get all your properties in her name,” she said.
then hesitatingly said..
“Your father’s share too… at least half of it. For Priya’s future.”
Bharath hesitated — fingers tightening on the pen.
“That’s… everything,” he said quietly. “The houses, the company shares, the investments. are fine.. but Fathers share?
My father won’t agree easily.”
Manya’s eyes filled with tears — perfectly timed, glistening but not falling yet.
“I know it’s a lot,” she whispered. “But after everything… I need to know we’re secure.
I can’t lose her future too. Not after I lost so much already.”
Your father would turn againts me any time, this share on priya name is only thing that secures her from his threats.
She looked down at Priya — the child smiling up at her innocently — and a single tear slipped down Manya’s cheek.
Bharath stared at the documents. Then at the child. Then at Manya.
Manya never knew the business.
She didn’t care about running it.
She just wanted ownership — control, that Vikram told her.. Something to hold over them.
Something that would make them think twice before ever threatening her or the child again.
Vikram’s voice echoed in her memory from the phone call the night before:
“Just keep them in your control.
They should be afraid to confront you.
They should think about the assets in your name every day.
Temoney and power they used to suppress you earlier — you don’t need to throw them out.
But the assets in your name… that should cause fear every day for them.”
And then the colder part:
“Don’t have sex with Bharath. Delay it.
Make sure he gets tempted every time, but when it comes closer, just ignore him.
Tell him the baby’s crying, you’re not ready… you remember your late husband… Cry.
Emotionally avoid physical sex. He should stay away, he should think, he is suppressing sex for love.”
Vikram had paused.
“Bharath used love to lure Mirnaa into sex.
I’m using the same love — yours — as a tool to reject sex.
He’ll break bit by bit.”
Manya had known Vikram’s pain.
Initially she feared the revenge would be like — let Vikram have her, make bharath cuckold, humiliate him.
But she was glad, Vikam was not into that usual revenge trope.. and she also doesnt want to revenge him with sex? its not her way and she dont want it either.
Manya realised... Vikram’s revenge was deeper.
Emotional. Slow. Breaking Bharath’s spirit, not just his body.
Manya wanted the same now.
She wanted to give Bharath hope in love — make him a dog wagging his tail, chasing after her. But never give him the biscuit.
She came back from her thoughts.
Bharath was still staring at the papers.
He exhaled — long, shaky.
“Let me transfer mine first,” he said. “The ones in my name. Then… I’ll talk to my father about his share.”
Manya nodded — grateful, tearful.
“Thank you.”
The lawyer slid more forms across the table.
Bharath signed — page after page — transferring properties, bank accounts, investments into Priya’s name, Manya as guardian.
When it came to his father’s share, Bharath made the call.
“Dad… I need you at the lawyer’s office. It’s important.”
An hour later, Bharath’s father arrived — face guarded, eyes suspicious.
Bharath explained — voice steady, emotional.
The father stared at Manya — “I don’t trust this,” he said. “I never did.”
Manya looked down — tears falling silently.
The father exhaled — heavy, resigned.
*** Long Drama ***
Finally He signed with some legal conditions, that his shares will be reversed anytime if he wanted. Also shares will be only half.
Bharath nodded.
The father signed — reluctantly, under pressure from his son’s pleading eyes and the mother’s quiet tears in the background.
The lawyer stamped the preliminary documents.
That Night – The Bedroom
Bharath came to the bedroom early — body tense, eyes dark with need.
He had waited. He had signed away half his life. Now he wanted his wife.
Manya stood by the window, back to him, cream saree dbangd perfectly, hair loose.
He crossed the room. Slid his arms around her waist from behind. Pressed his lips to the side of her neck, hungry, urgent.
Manya let him kiss her ,soft, slow. Then she turned in his arms.
“I’ll think about it when everything is official,” she said, voice gentle but firm.
“When the shares and assets are fully in our name. Registrations are still pending, right?
What we did today is preliminary procedure.”
Bharath froze — hands still on her hips.
“What?”
Manya caught his face gently — thumbs brushing his cheeks.
“I don’t know what you think,” she said, eyes searching his, “but our love is true — no doubt in that.
But I doubt your father. I can’t risk it. Not with Priya’s future on the line. Let this be a little reminder for you too.”
Bharath stared at her — frustration, confusion, hurt flickering across his face.
I understand you doubt my father, but what about me?
Manya kissed his cheek — soft, placating.
“Soon,” she whispered.
When i feel this is my home i will...
She slipped out of his arms. Walked to the nursery to check on Priya.
Bharath stood alone in the bedroom — body on fire, mind spinning. He sank onto the edge of the bed. Buried his face in his hands.
“She loves me,” he told himself. “She’s just scared. She’s protecting our daughter. Soon.”
He slept alone again — controlling his urges, staring at the ceiling, telling himself it would be worth it.
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