01-03-2026, 03:40 PM
Chapter 149 – The Call & Rishi facing betrayal- A Medicine of his own.
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Week 12 After Zurich
The house was quiet that evening — Mirnaa in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner, Swathi upstairs resting after another long hospital day.
Vikram sat in the study — phone in hand, scrolling through encrypted messages from his men. No sign of Aadharsh. Yet.
The phone buzzed — Manya.
He answered immediately — voice low.
“Manya?”
Her voice came through — calm, but edged with worry.
“Bharath’s missing. Almost weeks now. Phone switched off. I can’t trace him.”
Vikram leaned forward — alert, mind racing.
“Missing? What happened?”
Manya exhaled.
“I held him for two months — teased, denied, like you said. He was frustrated, but still under my thumb. Then one night he said he had ‘business’ and left. Hasn’t come back. Looks like he got alerted — realized I wasn’t giving in. He just… vanished.”
Vikram’s jaw tightened. His first thought was Aadharsh — the attack on Krish, the road ambush. Had Aadharsh harmed Bharath too?
“Any signs? Threats? Calls?”
“Nothing,” Manya said. “But I’m worried. Come meet me.
Let’s discuss in person. Bangalore — the old café in Koramangala. Tomorrow?”
Vikram paused — glanced toward the kitchen where Mirnaa was humming softly.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll look into it.”
He ended the call. Stood. His anger from the road ambush flared — Aadharsh had even tried to harm him.
If Bharath was caught in the crossfire…
He messaged his men: “Find Bharath. Quietly. And double down on Aadharsh.”
Bangalore – The Old Café – Next Day
Vikram arrived early — plain clothes, cap low, sitting in the corner booth with a view of the door.
Manya slipped in ten minutes later — sunglasses, scarf, looking like any housewife running errands.
She sat across from him — voice low.
“What all happened?” Vikram asked.
Manya leaned in — detailed the two months: the denials, the temptations, the asset transfers, the constant “soon” promises.
Bharath’s growing frustration, his sudden “business” excuse, then disappearance.
Vikram listened — face impassive.
“When he comes back,” he said quietly, “don’t give him sex yet.
Continue to torment him. Keep him on the edge. Break him more.”
he is just playing hard, so that you would worry and surrender, might be reverse physcology!
so push him more...
Manya nodded — small smile.
“Gladly.”
They didn’t know Aadharsh’s men were outside — in a parked car, recording the conversation through a directional mic hidden in a newspaper. Every word captured. Every detail noted.
Aadharsh would have it all soon.
Chennai – Rishi’s Home – That Night
Rishi had the early off from the station, paperwork finished fast, boss in a good mood.
He decided to surprise Malini. Walked home through the quiet streets, whistling softly.
He unlocked the door — stepped inside.
Moaning sounds from the bedroom.
He froze — heart dropping.
No.
He moved — slow, silent — to the door.
Cracked it open.
Malini on the bed — naked, legs spread, Bharath between them, thrusting hard, fast, brutal. Malini’s hands in his hair, back arched, moans muffled against his shoulder. Bharath groaned — deep, animal — pounding into her relentlessly.
Rishi’s world shattered.
He kicked the door open.
“What the fuck?!”
Malini screamed — scrambled back. Bharath pulled out — turned — eyes wide.
“Rishi — wait —”
Rishi lunged — fist connecting with Bharath’s jaw. Bharath staggered. Rishi slammed him against the wall — fury exploding.
“Why break my only family?!”
Rishi roared, punching again.
“When the world said you’re bad, you’re vile, I supported you!
Yes, for money, but I had deep friendship, right? Why cross the boundary?
I thought you’d be a brother figure to her — but you’re fucking her like a mad man!”
Bharath wiped blood from his lip — stood — voice calm.
“Stop, Rishi. I thought you’d understand.
I hid it because I didn’t want to hurt you.
No matter — I used condom. Don’t worry.”
Rishi’s eyes widened — rage boiling.
He slapped Bharath — hard, stinging.
“You bastard!”
They fought — fists, grapples, bodies slamming into furniture. Rishi punched Bharath in the gut. Bharath kneed Rishi in the thigh.
Malini screamed — “Stop! Please!”
Rishi turned to her and asked.. .
“How could you cheat? With him?”
Malini sobbed.
“Bharath was lonely. Trauma. I helped.”
Rishi pinned Bharath — face red, veins bulging.
“You used the script I gave you for Mirnaa in Goa? Same lines to seduce my wife?!”
Bharath spat blood.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
Rishi threw him off — kicked him toward the door.
“Get out! Take your bags! I never want to see you again!”
Bharath grabbed his clothes — dressed quickly — gathered his bags amid the chaos.
Malini cried — “Rishi, it was a mistake!” Rishi turned to her — heartbroken.
Rishi’s face twisted — ultimate pay for the deeds he had done to Mirnaa.
No one asked him to pay, bharath helped him.
He threw Bharath out — bags flying after him.
The door slammed shut.
Bharath stood outside — smirking through the pain.
A sharp rod hit his back — sudden, hard.
He crumpled — unconscious.
Someone dragged him into a van — tires screeching away.
When Bharath opened his eyes — groggy, head throbbing — he was in an abandoned warehouse.
Ropes around his wrists. Darkness around him.
Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Week 12 After Zurich
The house was quiet that evening — Mirnaa in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner, Swathi upstairs resting after another long hospital day.
Vikram sat in the study — phone in hand, scrolling through encrypted messages from his men. No sign of Aadharsh. Yet.
The phone buzzed — Manya.
He answered immediately — voice low.
“Manya?”
Her voice came through — calm, but edged with worry.
“Bharath’s missing. Almost weeks now. Phone switched off. I can’t trace him.”
Vikram leaned forward — alert, mind racing.
“Missing? What happened?”
Manya exhaled.
“I held him for two months — teased, denied, like you said. He was frustrated, but still under my thumb. Then one night he said he had ‘business’ and left. Hasn’t come back. Looks like he got alerted — realized I wasn’t giving in. He just… vanished.”
Vikram’s jaw tightened. His first thought was Aadharsh — the attack on Krish, the road ambush. Had Aadharsh harmed Bharath too?
“Any signs? Threats? Calls?”
“Nothing,” Manya said. “But I’m worried. Come meet me.
Let’s discuss in person. Bangalore — the old café in Koramangala. Tomorrow?”
Vikram paused — glanced toward the kitchen where Mirnaa was humming softly.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll look into it.”
He ended the call. Stood. His anger from the road ambush flared — Aadharsh had even tried to harm him.
If Bharath was caught in the crossfire…
He messaged his men: “Find Bharath. Quietly. And double down on Aadharsh.”
Bangalore – The Old Café – Next Day
Vikram arrived early — plain clothes, cap low, sitting in the corner booth with a view of the door.
Manya slipped in ten minutes later — sunglasses, scarf, looking like any housewife running errands.
She sat across from him — voice low.
“What all happened?” Vikram asked.
Manya leaned in — detailed the two months: the denials, the temptations, the asset transfers, the constant “soon” promises.
Bharath’s growing frustration, his sudden “business” excuse, then disappearance.
Vikram listened — face impassive.
“When he comes back,” he said quietly, “don’t give him sex yet.
Continue to torment him. Keep him on the edge. Break him more.”
he is just playing hard, so that you would worry and surrender, might be reverse physcology!
so push him more...
Manya nodded — small smile.
“Gladly.”
They didn’t know Aadharsh’s men were outside — in a parked car, recording the conversation through a directional mic hidden in a newspaper. Every word captured. Every detail noted.
Aadharsh would have it all soon.
Chennai – Rishi’s Home – That Night
Rishi had the early off from the station, paperwork finished fast, boss in a good mood.
He decided to surprise Malini. Walked home through the quiet streets, whistling softly.
He unlocked the door — stepped inside.
Moaning sounds from the bedroom.
He froze — heart dropping.
No.
He moved — slow, silent — to the door.
Cracked it open.
Malini on the bed — naked, legs spread, Bharath between them, thrusting hard, fast, brutal. Malini’s hands in his hair, back arched, moans muffled against his shoulder. Bharath groaned — deep, animal — pounding into her relentlessly.
Rishi’s world shattered.
He kicked the door open.
“What the fuck?!”
Malini screamed — scrambled back. Bharath pulled out — turned — eyes wide.
“Rishi — wait —”
Rishi lunged — fist connecting with Bharath’s jaw. Bharath staggered. Rishi slammed him against the wall — fury exploding.
“Why break my only family?!”
Rishi roared, punching again.
“When the world said you’re bad, you’re vile, I supported you!
Yes, for money, but I had deep friendship, right? Why cross the boundary?
I thought you’d be a brother figure to her — but you’re fucking her like a mad man!”
Bharath wiped blood from his lip — stood — voice calm.
“Stop, Rishi. I thought you’d understand.
I hid it because I didn’t want to hurt you.
No matter — I used condom. Don’t worry.”
Rishi’s eyes widened — rage boiling.
He slapped Bharath — hard, stinging.
“You bastard!”
They fought — fists, grapples, bodies slamming into furniture. Rishi punched Bharath in the gut. Bharath kneed Rishi in the thigh.
Malini screamed — “Stop! Please!”
Rishi turned to her and asked.. .
“How could you cheat? With him?”
Malini sobbed.
“Bharath was lonely. Trauma. I helped.”
Rishi pinned Bharath — face red, veins bulging.
“You used the script I gave you for Mirnaa in Goa? Same lines to seduce my wife?!”
Bharath spat blood.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
Rishi threw him off — kicked him toward the door.
“Get out! Take your bags! I never want to see you again!”
Bharath grabbed his clothes — dressed quickly — gathered his bags amid the chaos.
Malini cried — “Rishi, it was a mistake!” Rishi turned to her — heartbroken.
Rishi’s face twisted — ultimate pay for the deeds he had done to Mirnaa.
No one asked him to pay, bharath helped him.
He threw Bharath out — bags flying after him.
The door slammed shut.
Bharath stood outside — smirking through the pain.
A sharp rod hit his back — sudden, hard.
He crumpled — unconscious.
Someone dragged him into a van — tires screeching away.
When Bharath opened his eyes — groggy, head throbbing — he was in an abandoned warehouse.
Ropes around his wrists. Darkness around him.
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