02-03-2026, 03:52 PM
Chapter 151 – Mirna's decision to Leave
Chennai – T. Nagar Electronic Shop – The Next Day
The staff outside the small back office exchanged puzzled glances. Mohan had gone in with Mirnaa madam almost an hour ago, and the door was still closed. They could see through the glass wall — serious faces, low voices, minor reactions that didn’t look normal.
No laughter. No casual tea break. Just tension.
One of the younger assistants finally knocked softly and entered with two glasses of water on a tray.
He placed them on the table — and caught the tail end of Mohan’s words.
“No, Mirna. He is a good man. He helped a lot of people. And you should trust him… Wait for him to tell.”
Mohan repeated it — almost like a mantra, eyes pleading for her to understand.
“So Aadharsh is still hiding?” Mirnaa asked quietly.
Mohan nodded — voice barely above a whisper.
“He is…”
Mirnaa opened her mouth to ask more — but through the glass partition she spotted Vikram’s black SUV pulling into the parking lot.
She stopped mid-sentence.
“Later, Anna,” she whispered.
Mohan nodded — relieved.
The assistant slipped out quickly. Vikram stepped inside the shop — casual, smiling.
“You missed your purse,” he said, holding it out. “Thought you might need it.”
Mirnaa took it — fingers brushing his.
“Thank you.”
He kissed her forehead — quick, gentle — and left.
Mirnaa watched from the upstairs glass window as he walked back to the car.
Then she saw it — a black Thar jeep idling at the edge of the lot, engine running, windows tinted.
She recognized the number plate instantly.
Bharath’s.
Her stomach twisted.
Why is he following Vikram?
She waited until Vikram’s SUV pulled away — then the Thar followed, keeping distance but never losing him.
Mirnaa’s mind raced.
He’s been following him for long. Confirming it was Bharath…
She left the shop immediately — thanked Mohan, drove away.
She followed them from a safe distance — heart pounding. The Thar shadowed Vikram’s car through traffic, turning where he turned, slowing when he slowed. Wherever Vikram went — hospital, a quick café stop, back toward home — the Thar was there.
Mirnaa realized Bharath had been following him for a long time.
She didn’t confront him as it would alert him. She wanted to see what he had planned against Vikram.
Whatever she heard from Mohan, and what she saw through her own eyes, told only one thing: there was a threat to Vikram.
She said to herself: Don’t leave him now. Or stop them from hurting him.
She didn’t go home.
She went to Shiney’s house in Anna Nagar West.
Shiney’s House – Late Afternoon
Mirnaa arrived still shaken — the Thar’s number plate burned into her memory. She tried to act normal, helping Shiney fold laundry on the sofa while they chatted about nothing important.
Shiney’s own phone battery had died earlier. She picked up Mirnaa’s phone from the table to check a map app for a nearby grocery store they wanted to visit.
She unlocked it casually — Mirnaa had shared the passcode months ago.
As the screen lit up, notifications from job portals popped up.
Emails confirming interviews for nursing positions in remote Karnataka hospitals. Subject lines like “Offer Extension Granted – Start Date Postponed Due to Personal Circumstances.”
One sent reply from Mirnaa caught Shiney’s eye:
“Thank you for understanding my family issues. I’ll be ready to relocate permanently by next month.”
Shiney’s heart sank.
She looked at Mirnaa — who was folding a saree, back turned.
“What’s this?” Shiney asked softly, holding up the phone.
Mirnaa glanced over — froze.
“Maybe some spam mails,” she said quickly, taking the phone back.
Shiney didn’t believe her.
She showed her the screen again.
“You yourself sent this… and this one… and this one.”
Shiney scrolled — many emails, all dated months back, exactly after her return from Zurich.
“What’s the issue, Mirna? You can tell me. I’m like a sister to you, right?”
Mirnaa stopped folding — eyes down.
“I know you’re up to something,” Shiney continued gently. “Money is not an issue with you two. Vikram earns in crores. Even if you want to work, you can work in Chennai. Why a remote place? Are you trying to go away? Does Vikram know this? Should I ask him?”
Mirnaa shook her head quickly.
“No…”
Then silence.
Shiney reached over — squeezed her hand.
“If there is something, tell me. Let me fix it for you. Or even in that case, you don’t need to go far. You have my home. Stay as long as you want. Work from here. Why do you want to go to a place where no one can find you? If I hadn’t seen it by mistake, even I wouldn’t have had an idea of this.”
Mirnaa didn’t answer — but she came forward and hugged Shiney — tight, sudden, as if the embrace could hold back everything threatening to spill out.
Shiney held her just as tightly, stroking her back in slow circles.
She realized something was bothering Mirnaa deeply — and she wasn’t ready to disclose it.
Shiney was sure now: Mirnaa had decided to leave Vikram for good.
But the reasons… Shiney didn’t know them yet. And from the way Mirnaa clung, it didn’t seem like she truly wanted to go.
Mirnaa pulled back slightly — eyes glassy, but she managed a small, shaky smile.
Shiney hesitated — then asked softly, almost afraid of the answer:
“Is Swathi the reason for you to take such a decision…?”
Mirnaa’s eyes widened instantly.
“No!!” she said — too quick, too sharp.
The denial came fast, but the question had already planted a seed.
Yes, they were close. They hugged each other without hesitation. The nights Vikram spent more time with her downstairs — long conversations, shared silences, the way Swathi leaned on him when she cried. The thoughts crept in — quiet at first, then louder.
Shiney saw the shift in Mirnaa’s face — the flicker of doubt — and intervened gently.
“Don’t feel bad,” she said. “I saw their closeness. It’s not normal.
And I thought… Krish may not recover, given his condition.
The possibilities are tiny. So maybe that homewrecker comes in between you two?”
Mirnaa’s expression hardened immediately.
“Don’t call her like that,” she said firmly. “She is a good friend. It’s just… different.
I will tell you when the time comes.”
Shiney nodded — backing off, but the worry in her eyes remained.
They sat in silence for a while longer — tea growing cold on the table.
Mirnaa stared out the window, thoughts churning.
On the way back home that evening, Mirnaa drove slowly — mind replaying Shiney’s words.
May be if Krish doesn’t wake up — and as Shiney says, possibilities are tiny…
Swathi will take care of him.
The thought settled — heavy, almost comforting.
Swathi understood Vikram’s world. She was already part of it. She hugged him without reservation. She cried on his shoulder. If Mirnaa left… Vikram wouldn’t be alone. He would have someone who fit seamlessly into the shadows he carried.
Mirnaa gripped the steering wheel tighter.
He deserves that. Someone clean.
Someone who doesn’t bring doubts and questions and tears in the middle of the night.
She parked outside the beach house — stared at the lights in the windows.
She had decided.
She would leave Vikram for good.
But only she knew she would stay for a few more days — just long enough to make sure he was safe, to say goodbye in her own quiet way.
Shiney realized something was bothering Mirnaa deeply — and she wasn’t ready to disclose it.
She was sure now: Mirnaa had decided to leave Vikram for good.
And Mirnaa seriously wanted it — wanted to leave Vikram for good.
Today Mirnaa realized Shiney also got to know about it — she was leaving Vikram for good.
Only she knew she would stay for a few more days.
That Night – Vikram’s Beach House
Vikram was tired — bone-deep tired. He came home early for once — showered, ate the dinner Mirnaa had kept warm, and went to bed.
Mirnaa joined him minutes later — head resting on his chest, ear over his heart. He felt her lips brush his bare skin — soft, lingering. Then a single drop of tear fell — warm, silent — onto his chest.
Vikram’s eyes opened.
He looked down — saw the tear glisten in the moonlight.
He caught her head gently — embraced her closer.
“What is it?” he whispered.
Mirnaa didn’t answer — just pressed her face tighter against him.
Mirnaa kissed his chest again and said softly, “You are struggling a lot inside… for me, to keep me happy.”
Vikram felt something odd — her sudden empowerment, boldness, and the little distance she was keeping. He realized: after Krish was hospitalized, he hadn’t spent much time with her. Instead, he was taking care of the network, spending more time with Swathi.
Does it hurt her?
his mind warns him to tell the full secrets soon.. but he needs to put an end card to Aadharsh before.
Both didnt utter a word again...
They slept like that — tangled, quiet, the weight of unspoken things between them.
The Morning After
Mirnaa woke up early — looked at him sleeping peacefully.
She said to herself, Soon I will leave you. Stay happy and just marry someone — Swathi or whoever.
She bent down and kissed his forehead softly.
“I love you forever,” she whispered.
Then she slipped out of bed — ready to face another day, she had decided leave Vikram once she found a way to keep him safe from threats.
Chennai – T. Nagar Electronic Shop – The Next Day
The staff outside the small back office exchanged puzzled glances. Mohan had gone in with Mirnaa madam almost an hour ago, and the door was still closed. They could see through the glass wall — serious faces, low voices, minor reactions that didn’t look normal.
No laughter. No casual tea break. Just tension.
One of the younger assistants finally knocked softly and entered with two glasses of water on a tray.
He placed them on the table — and caught the tail end of Mohan’s words.
“No, Mirna. He is a good man. He helped a lot of people. And you should trust him… Wait for him to tell.”
Mohan repeated it — almost like a mantra, eyes pleading for her to understand.
“So Aadharsh is still hiding?” Mirnaa asked quietly.
Mohan nodded — voice barely above a whisper.
“He is…”
Mirnaa opened her mouth to ask more — but through the glass partition she spotted Vikram’s black SUV pulling into the parking lot.
She stopped mid-sentence.
“Later, Anna,” she whispered.
Mohan nodded — relieved.
The assistant slipped out quickly. Vikram stepped inside the shop — casual, smiling.
“You missed your purse,” he said, holding it out. “Thought you might need it.”
Mirnaa took it — fingers brushing his.
“Thank you.”
He kissed her forehead — quick, gentle — and left.
Mirnaa watched from the upstairs glass window as he walked back to the car.
Then she saw it — a black Thar jeep idling at the edge of the lot, engine running, windows tinted.
She recognized the number plate instantly.
Bharath’s.
Her stomach twisted.
Why is he following Vikram?
She waited until Vikram’s SUV pulled away — then the Thar followed, keeping distance but never losing him.
Mirnaa’s mind raced.
He’s been following him for long. Confirming it was Bharath…
She left the shop immediately — thanked Mohan, drove away.
She followed them from a safe distance — heart pounding. The Thar shadowed Vikram’s car through traffic, turning where he turned, slowing when he slowed. Wherever Vikram went — hospital, a quick café stop, back toward home — the Thar was there.
Mirnaa realized Bharath had been following him for a long time.
She didn’t confront him as it would alert him. She wanted to see what he had planned against Vikram.
Whatever she heard from Mohan, and what she saw through her own eyes, told only one thing: there was a threat to Vikram.
She said to herself: Don’t leave him now. Or stop them from hurting him.
She didn’t go home.
She went to Shiney’s house in Anna Nagar West.
Shiney’s House – Late Afternoon
Mirnaa arrived still shaken — the Thar’s number plate burned into her memory. She tried to act normal, helping Shiney fold laundry on the sofa while they chatted about nothing important.
Shiney’s own phone battery had died earlier. She picked up Mirnaa’s phone from the table to check a map app for a nearby grocery store they wanted to visit.
She unlocked it casually — Mirnaa had shared the passcode months ago.
As the screen lit up, notifications from job portals popped up.
Emails confirming interviews for nursing positions in remote Karnataka hospitals. Subject lines like “Offer Extension Granted – Start Date Postponed Due to Personal Circumstances.”
One sent reply from Mirnaa caught Shiney’s eye:
“Thank you for understanding my family issues. I’ll be ready to relocate permanently by next month.”
Shiney’s heart sank.
She looked at Mirnaa — who was folding a saree, back turned.
“What’s this?” Shiney asked softly, holding up the phone.
Mirnaa glanced over — froze.
“Maybe some spam mails,” she said quickly, taking the phone back.
Shiney didn’t believe her.
She showed her the screen again.
“You yourself sent this… and this one… and this one.”
Shiney scrolled — many emails, all dated months back, exactly after her return from Zurich.
“What’s the issue, Mirna? You can tell me. I’m like a sister to you, right?”
Mirnaa stopped folding — eyes down.
“I know you’re up to something,” Shiney continued gently. “Money is not an issue with you two. Vikram earns in crores. Even if you want to work, you can work in Chennai. Why a remote place? Are you trying to go away? Does Vikram know this? Should I ask him?”
Mirnaa shook her head quickly.
“No…”
Then silence.
Shiney reached over — squeezed her hand.
“If there is something, tell me. Let me fix it for you. Or even in that case, you don’t need to go far. You have my home. Stay as long as you want. Work from here. Why do you want to go to a place where no one can find you? If I hadn’t seen it by mistake, even I wouldn’t have had an idea of this.”
Mirnaa didn’t answer — but she came forward and hugged Shiney — tight, sudden, as if the embrace could hold back everything threatening to spill out.
Shiney held her just as tightly, stroking her back in slow circles.
She realized something was bothering Mirnaa deeply — and she wasn’t ready to disclose it.
Shiney was sure now: Mirnaa had decided to leave Vikram for good.
But the reasons… Shiney didn’t know them yet. And from the way Mirnaa clung, it didn’t seem like she truly wanted to go.
Mirnaa pulled back slightly — eyes glassy, but she managed a small, shaky smile.
Shiney hesitated — then asked softly, almost afraid of the answer:
“Is Swathi the reason for you to take such a decision…?”
Mirnaa’s eyes widened instantly.
“No!!” she said — too quick, too sharp.
The denial came fast, but the question had already planted a seed.
Yes, they were close. They hugged each other without hesitation. The nights Vikram spent more time with her downstairs — long conversations, shared silences, the way Swathi leaned on him when she cried. The thoughts crept in — quiet at first, then louder.
Shiney saw the shift in Mirnaa’s face — the flicker of doubt — and intervened gently.
“Don’t feel bad,” she said. “I saw their closeness. It’s not normal.
And I thought… Krish may not recover, given his condition.
The possibilities are tiny. So maybe that homewrecker comes in between you two?”
Mirnaa’s expression hardened immediately.
“Don’t call her like that,” she said firmly. “She is a good friend. It’s just… different.
I will tell you when the time comes.”
Shiney nodded — backing off, but the worry in her eyes remained.
They sat in silence for a while longer — tea growing cold on the table.
Mirnaa stared out the window, thoughts churning.
On the way back home that evening, Mirnaa drove slowly — mind replaying Shiney’s words.
May be if Krish doesn’t wake up — and as Shiney says, possibilities are tiny…
Swathi will take care of him.
The thought settled — heavy, almost comforting.
Swathi understood Vikram’s world. She was already part of it. She hugged him without reservation. She cried on his shoulder. If Mirnaa left… Vikram wouldn’t be alone. He would have someone who fit seamlessly into the shadows he carried.
Mirnaa gripped the steering wheel tighter.
He deserves that. Someone clean.
Someone who doesn’t bring doubts and questions and tears in the middle of the night.
She parked outside the beach house — stared at the lights in the windows.
She had decided.
She would leave Vikram for good.
But only she knew she would stay for a few more days — just long enough to make sure he was safe, to say goodbye in her own quiet way.
Shiney realized something was bothering Mirnaa deeply — and she wasn’t ready to disclose it.
She was sure now: Mirnaa had decided to leave Vikram for good.
And Mirnaa seriously wanted it — wanted to leave Vikram for good.
Today Mirnaa realized Shiney also got to know about it — she was leaving Vikram for good.
Only she knew she would stay for a few more days.
That Night – Vikram’s Beach House
Vikram was tired — bone-deep tired. He came home early for once — showered, ate the dinner Mirnaa had kept warm, and went to bed.
Mirnaa joined him minutes later — head resting on his chest, ear over his heart. He felt her lips brush his bare skin — soft, lingering. Then a single drop of tear fell — warm, silent — onto his chest.
Vikram’s eyes opened.
He looked down — saw the tear glisten in the moonlight.
He caught her head gently — embraced her closer.
“What is it?” he whispered.
Mirnaa didn’t answer — just pressed her face tighter against him.
Mirnaa kissed his chest again and said softly, “You are struggling a lot inside… for me, to keep me happy.”
Vikram felt something odd — her sudden empowerment, boldness, and the little distance she was keeping. He realized: after Krish was hospitalized, he hadn’t spent much time with her. Instead, he was taking care of the network, spending more time with Swathi.
Does it hurt her?
his mind warns him to tell the full secrets soon.. but he needs to put an end card to Aadharsh before.
Both didnt utter a word again...
They slept like that — tangled, quiet, the weight of unspoken things between them.
The Morning After
Mirnaa woke up early — looked at him sleeping peacefully.
She said to herself, Soon I will leave you. Stay happy and just marry someone — Swathi or whoever.
She bent down and kissed his forehead softly.
“I love you forever,” she whispered.
Then she slipped out of bed — ready to face another day, she had decided leave Vikram once she found a way to keep him safe from threats.
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