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Chapter 146 – Mirna becomes a pillar of strength but a suspicion grows
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House & Hospital – One and a Half Months After Zurich
Mirnaa feels lighter after their trip from Zurich, but the lightness didn’t last.
The first month back in Chennai was a slow, quiet navigation through routine — a routine she clung to because it was the only thing that kept her from spiraling. She cooked hospital food for Krish’s room: soft khichdi, vegetable stew, fruit purees. She spoke with Swathi every day — short calls, long visits — asking about updates, bringing small comforts (a new pillow, a shawl for the cold ICU air). She smiled when Swathi thanked her, nodded when doctors gave vague hope.
But inside, she couldn’t move forward.
Vikram had been mood off lately — quieter than usual, eyes distant, phone calls at odd hours. He came to bed late most nights, after long conversations with Swathi downstairs. Mirnaa never complained. She never asked. She just waited — curled on her side, listening for his footsteps on the stairs, feeling the mattress dip when he finally lay beside her.
She knew he was crying inside. Not loud sobs — Vikram never cried out loud — but the silent kind. The kind that showed in the way his shoulders tensed when Krish’s name came up, the way he stared at the sea for too long, the way his hand sometimes shook when he held a coffee mug. He was grieving his friend, his partner in the shadows. Mirnaa saw it. She felt it. And for the first time in a long time, she had the chance to be his pillar.
She cooked his favorite meals without him asking. Sat beside him on the balcony at night when he couldn’t sleep. Held his hand when he stared at nothing. Whispered “I’m here” when he came to bed exhausted. She didn’t push for answers. She just stayed.
The following week, the doctor gave the shock.
They were all in the ICU corridor — Vikram, Swathi, Mirnaa — when the neurologist came out, file in hand, face grave.
“Krish is in coma,” he said. “Persistent vegetative state. The head trauma was severe. There’s nothing more we can do surgically. He may regain consciousness in a year… or he may not. Memory recovery is uncertain even if he wakes.”
Swathi collapsed against Vikram — sobbing, broken. Vikram held her up — face blank, but Mirnaa saw the crack in his calm: the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes went glassy for a second before he blinked it away.
Mirnaa stood frozen — guilt and helplessness crashing over her. She couldn’t fix this. She couldn’t bring Krish back. But she could be there.
That night, she called Shiney — her sister-like figure, the one person outside this mess who always listened without judgment.
Shiney answered on the second ring.
“Mirna? Oh my God, I’ve been meaning to call—”
Mirnaa’s voice cracked.
“Shiney… Krish is in coma. Swathi is broken. Vikram is… holding it together, but barely. I need you.”
Shiney was quiet for a second.
“I moved back to Chennai a month ago. Work transfer. I didn’t tell anyone yet. I’m here. Tell me where to come.”
The next day, Mirnaa took Swathi to Shiney’s house — a small, bright one in Anna Nagar west.. interior part, where only few houses were built... Shiney opened the door, hugged Swathi without a word, then pulled Mirnaa in too.
They visited Krish together that evening. Shiney sat by the bed, held his hand, spoke softly to him — “You’re going to wake up, you stubborn man. We’re all waiting.” Swathi cried again. Vikram stood at the door — silent, watching.
Swathi was broken. Vikram was broken.
Mirnaa watched them both, heart aching, and realized something: she had become the steady one.
The pillar. For once, she was holding them up.
Parallel – Bangalore – Manya & Bharath – The Same Month
Manya took it to the next level.
She comes out of bathroom rushed in nude, triggers Bharath excuses she forget shampioo..
when bharath attempts she stops cunningly
“You look so eager,” she teased, voice soft.
But whenever in nights he leaned in for a kiss — hungry, desperate — she stepped back.
“Remember my husband…” she said, eyes filling with tears. “I need time.”
Bharath begged once — voice cracking.
“Please… we’re married.”
Manya continued her drama which only irritated him..
almost 2 months into marriage Manya had totrured him.. he believed all for love but his sexual urge he could not control...
he calms himself with “She loves me. She’s just grieving. Soon.” every time like a real loser, trusting manya just because she said i Love you ..
he sometimes felt, why this happens to me, she says i love you but looked like she is taking me granted..
Bharath mind told him, you did same to Mirnaa, told her you love her but yuo never did, all you wanted is her body, you took her granted...
now its happening back to you in different way.. you are just feeling the same pain that's it.
Aadharsh’s Tailing
Aadharsh had been tailing Vikram for days — now convinced Krish was just a front. Vikram was the real Shadow King.
He couldn’t believe — the quiet husband, the man who seemed soft, domestic. Yet the network ran smoothly. Money moved. Deals closed. Clients stayed loyal.
He still underestimated him, he thought sending some man and beating vikram would stop it, his mind didnt accept Vikram a shadow man, he is just a driver he said to himself...
Aadharsh asked his men to follow Vikram & Mirnaa’s car to the hospital one evening — a black SUV with tinted windows. His men blocked them in a secluded service road near the hospital — narrow, shadowed, no cameras. Two more cars came to back and side blocking entirely..
Four henchmen stepped out — armed, masked.
Mirnaa panicked — eyes wide.
Vikram’s voice was calm.
“Stay inside,” he said. “Lock the doors.”
He stepped out.
Mirnaa’s heart hammered.
She saw the men surround him — knives glinting, fists ready.
She thought: They’re henchmen. How can Vikram face them?
She closed her eyes — her mind only seeked Bharath's help..... only he displayed such heroism everytime. She didnt understimate vikram but she had never seen his potential, she thought he was a soft man... she decided to call Bharath.
He’ll help… for old times.
As she picked up her phone,
the car shook violently — a henchman’s body slammed against the hood, kicked by Vikram with brutal force.
Mirnaa’s eyes snapped open.
What she saw was cinematic — terrifying.
Vikram moved like he had been trained for this his entire life.
He grabbed the first man’s arm — twisted it until it snapped — then drove an elbow into his throat. The man dropped. Vikram spun — caught a knife thrust, redirected it into the attacker’s own thigh. Punched another in the jaw — bone cracked. Used the open car door as a shield — slammed it into a third man’s face, blood spraying. Kicked a fourth in the knee — heard the pop — then finished him with a downward elbow to the neck.
Four men down in under thirty seconds — groaning, bleeding, broken.
The rest of them watchnig it ran away.
Vikram stood — breathing hard, knuckles split, shirt torn — but unharmed.
He looked at the car. Saw Mirnaa staring — eyes wide, phone still in her hand.
He opened the door — gentle now.
“It’s over,” he said.
Mirnaa’s voice shook.
“How… how did I not know this Vikram? Where did you get that strength?”
Vikram looked at her — eyes dark, tired.
i dont know may be adrealine rush
He got back in the car. Started the engine.
Mirnaa’s suspicion grew — sharp, sudden.
What business is he really in? What does he do with Krish?
Her shock lingered — heavy, unanswered.
Vikram drove on — silent, jaw set.
He had decided: no more hiding.
But first — he would eradicate Aadharsh.
he doesnt want mirnaa to smell anything about him untill then..
On other hand, Mirnaa could not believe what Vikram done,
his late night calls,
krish business.
She believed Vikram hides something
she slowly asked, how was our electronic shops going,
Vikram said Mohan and others taking care..
Mirnaa asked about accounts?
Vikram said i didn't have time news business ate the time
Mirna asked shall i go visit and check the accounts, inform Mohan anna
Vikram asked what's the need?
Mirna said.. i have been just to hospital and cooking , need some refreshment
Vikram said okay ..
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House & Hospital – One and a Half Months After Zurich
Mirnaa feels lighter after their trip from Zurich, but the lightness didn’t last.
The first month back in Chennai was a slow, quiet navigation through routine — a routine she clung to because it was the only thing that kept her from spiraling. She cooked hospital food for Krish’s room: soft khichdi, vegetable stew, fruit purees. She spoke with Swathi every day — short calls, long visits — asking about updates, bringing small comforts (a new pillow, a shawl for the cold ICU air). She smiled when Swathi thanked her, nodded when doctors gave vague hope.
But inside, she couldn’t move forward.
Vikram had been mood off lately — quieter than usual, eyes distant, phone calls at odd hours. He came to bed late most nights, after long conversations with Swathi downstairs. Mirnaa never complained. She never asked. She just waited — curled on her side, listening for his footsteps on the stairs, feeling the mattress dip when he finally lay beside her.
She knew he was crying inside. Not loud sobs — Vikram never cried out loud — but the silent kind. The kind that showed in the way his shoulders tensed when Krish’s name came up, the way he stared at the sea for too long, the way his hand sometimes shook when he held a coffee mug. He was grieving his friend, his partner in the shadows. Mirnaa saw it. She felt it. And for the first time in a long time, she had the chance to be his pillar.
She cooked his favorite meals without him asking. Sat beside him on the balcony at night when he couldn’t sleep. Held his hand when he stared at nothing. Whispered “I’m here” when he came to bed exhausted. She didn’t push for answers. She just stayed.
The following week, the doctor gave the shock.
They were all in the ICU corridor — Vikram, Swathi, Mirnaa — when the neurologist came out, file in hand, face grave.
“Krish is in coma,” he said. “Persistent vegetative state. The head trauma was severe. There’s nothing more we can do surgically. He may regain consciousness in a year… or he may not. Memory recovery is uncertain even if he wakes.”
Swathi collapsed against Vikram — sobbing, broken. Vikram held her up — face blank, but Mirnaa saw the crack in his calm: the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes went glassy for a second before he blinked it away.
Mirnaa stood frozen — guilt and helplessness crashing over her. She couldn’t fix this. She couldn’t bring Krish back. But she could be there.
That night, she called Shiney — her sister-like figure, the one person outside this mess who always listened without judgment.
Shiney answered on the second ring.
“Mirna? Oh my God, I’ve been meaning to call—”
Mirnaa’s voice cracked.
“Shiney… Krish is in coma. Swathi is broken. Vikram is… holding it together, but barely. I need you.”
Shiney was quiet for a second.
“I moved back to Chennai a month ago. Work transfer. I didn’t tell anyone yet. I’m here. Tell me where to come.”
The next day, Mirnaa took Swathi to Shiney’s house — a small, bright one in Anna Nagar west.. interior part, where only few houses were built... Shiney opened the door, hugged Swathi without a word, then pulled Mirnaa in too.
They visited Krish together that evening. Shiney sat by the bed, held his hand, spoke softly to him — “You’re going to wake up, you stubborn man. We’re all waiting.” Swathi cried again. Vikram stood at the door — silent, watching.
Swathi was broken. Vikram was broken.
Mirnaa watched them both, heart aching, and realized something: she had become the steady one.
The pillar. For once, she was holding them up.
Parallel – Bangalore – Manya & Bharath – The Same Month
Manya took it to the next level.
She comes out of bathroom rushed in nude, triggers Bharath excuses she forget shampioo..
when bharath attempts she stops cunningly
“You look so eager,” she teased, voice soft.
But whenever in nights he leaned in for a kiss — hungry, desperate — she stepped back.
“Remember my husband…” she said, eyes filling with tears. “I need time.”
Bharath begged once — voice cracking.
“Please… we’re married.”
Manya continued her drama which only irritated him..
almost 2 months into marriage Manya had totrured him.. he believed all for love but his sexual urge he could not control...
he calms himself with “She loves me. She’s just grieving. Soon.” every time like a real loser, trusting manya just because she said i Love you ..
he sometimes felt, why this happens to me, she says i love you but looked like she is taking me granted..
Bharath mind told him, you did same to Mirnaa, told her you love her but yuo never did, all you wanted is her body, you took her granted...
now its happening back to you in different way.. you are just feeling the same pain that's it.
Aadharsh’s Tailing
Aadharsh had been tailing Vikram for days — now convinced Krish was just a front. Vikram was the real Shadow King.
He couldn’t believe — the quiet husband, the man who seemed soft, domestic. Yet the network ran smoothly. Money moved. Deals closed. Clients stayed loyal.
He still underestimated him, he thought sending some man and beating vikram would stop it, his mind didnt accept Vikram a shadow man, he is just a driver he said to himself...
Aadharsh asked his men to follow Vikram & Mirnaa’s car to the hospital one evening — a black SUV with tinted windows. His men blocked them in a secluded service road near the hospital — narrow, shadowed, no cameras. Two more cars came to back and side blocking entirely..
Four henchmen stepped out — armed, masked.
Mirnaa panicked — eyes wide.
Vikram’s voice was calm.
“Stay inside,” he said. “Lock the doors.”
He stepped out.
Mirnaa’s heart hammered.
She saw the men surround him — knives glinting, fists ready.
She thought: They’re henchmen. How can Vikram face them?
She closed her eyes — her mind only seeked Bharath's help..... only he displayed such heroism everytime. She didnt understimate vikram but she had never seen his potential, she thought he was a soft man... she decided to call Bharath.
He’ll help… for old times.
As she picked up her phone,
the car shook violently — a henchman’s body slammed against the hood, kicked by Vikram with brutal force.
Mirnaa’s eyes snapped open.
What she saw was cinematic — terrifying.
Vikram moved like he had been trained for this his entire life.
He grabbed the first man’s arm — twisted it until it snapped — then drove an elbow into his throat. The man dropped. Vikram spun — caught a knife thrust, redirected it into the attacker’s own thigh. Punched another in the jaw — bone cracked. Used the open car door as a shield — slammed it into a third man’s face, blood spraying. Kicked a fourth in the knee — heard the pop — then finished him with a downward elbow to the neck.
Four men down in under thirty seconds — groaning, bleeding, broken.
The rest of them watchnig it ran away.
Vikram stood — breathing hard, knuckles split, shirt torn — but unharmed.
He looked at the car. Saw Mirnaa staring — eyes wide, phone still in her hand.
He opened the door — gentle now.
“It’s over,” he said.
Mirnaa’s voice shook.
“How… how did I not know this Vikram? Where did you get that strength?”
Vikram looked at her — eyes dark, tired.
i dont know may be adrealine rush
He got back in the car. Started the engine.
Mirnaa’s suspicion grew — sharp, sudden.
What business is he really in? What does he do with Krish?
Her shock lingered — heavy, unanswered.
Vikram drove on — silent, jaw set.
He had decided: no more hiding.
But first — he would eradicate Aadharsh.
he doesnt want mirnaa to smell anything about him untill then..
On other hand, Mirnaa could not believe what Vikram done,
his late night calls,
krish business.
She believed Vikram hides something
she slowly asked, how was our electronic shops going,
Vikram said Mohan and others taking care..
Mirnaa asked about accounts?
Vikram said i didn't have time news business ate the time
Mirna asked shall i go visit and check the accounts, inform Mohan anna
Vikram asked what's the need?
Mirna said.. i have been just to hospital and cooking , need some refreshment
Vikram said okay ..
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