Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

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Chapter 156  – The truth finally out !


Vikram woke with a dull ache behind his eyes — the kind that came from too many sleepless nights and too many unanswered questions. The room was still dim, dawn barely touching the curtains. He reached instinctively for Mirnaa, but the bed beside him was already empty, the sheets cool. He sat up slowly, rubbing his face, the memory of last night’s argument lingering like smoke.

He had raised his voice. He never did that. Not with her. The words had come out sharper than he meant — frustration spilling over after weeks of her distance, her silences, her sudden coldness toward Swathi. He regretted it the moment it happened. He had seen the flicker in her eyes — not anger, but something deeper, something that looked like resignation.

He needed to fix this.

He pulled on a shirt and went downstairs, determined to find her, to sit her down, to say I’m sorry, talk to me, whatever it is, we can fix it.
She was already in the kitchen — dressed, hair tied back, moving with quiet purpose. She didn’t look surprised to see him. She looked… prepared.
“Shiney and a friend are coming,” she said without turning around. “She needs to speak with you.”

Vikram stopped in the doorway.
“About what?”

Mirnaa shrugged — small, careful motion. “She didn’t say. Just… be here.”
He nodded, throat tight. “Okay.”

The doorbell rang soon after — not Shiney yet, but the new servants. Vikram had hired them the day before — a cook and a maid — to take the pressure off Swathi. He couldn’t stand watching her scrub floors, carry laundry baskets while juggling the baby, all because Mirnaa kept pushing chores onto her like she was invisible. The cook started on breakfast; the maid began sweeping and dusting. The house filled with quiet, efficient sounds — a normal morning soundscape that felt strangely foreign now.

Swathi came down with the baby on her hip — sleepy-eyed, hair loose, smiling softly when she saw Vikram.
“Good morning,” she said.

He returned the smile — tired, but warm. “Morning. You okay?”
She nodded. “Better today.”

He took the baby from her gently, bouncing him until he gurgled. Swathi watched — grateful, but with a shadow in her eyes. She had started folding clothes on the sofa when the low rumble of an engine cut through the morning quiet.

A black Thar pulled into the driveway.

Vikram’s body tensed instantly. The sound was unmistakable — that deep, aggressive growl. Mirnaa froze at the kitchen counter, fingers tightening around a glass. Swathi looked up from the laundry, confused.
The Thar stopped. Passenger door opened.

Shiney stepped out — face grim, eyes hard. She glanced back at the driver — Bharath — and spoke low enough that only he could hear.
“No matter what, bring the truth out of Vikram. If what you said is true… this is no longer a place for Mirnaa. I’ll take her with me.”
Bharath nodded once — grip tight on the wheel.

“But consider my request too,” Shiney added. “First prove it. I know you. I know how you respect and protect Mirnaa. 
So I’m giving you this chance.”

Bharath’s jaw worked. He didn’t speak. Just nodded again.
Shiney walked to the house alone.
Mirnaa met her at the door — smile automatic, arms open.
“Shiney akka—”

The hug was brief. Shiney’s face had no warmth.
She pulled back, eyes scanning the living room — the servants moving quietly, Swathi folding clothes, Vikram standing near the sofa with the baby.
“Ask them to come back tomorrow,” Shiney said to Mirnaa, voice low. “This is sensitive.”

Mirnaa looked at her — something flickering in her eyes. Recognition. Expectation.
She turned to the servants.

“You both… come back tomorrow. We have an important meeting.”
They nodded — confused but obedient — and left.

Vikram’s confusion deepened. He thought at first Mirnaa had called Shiney to complain about the servants — to get them fired so Swathi would have to do everything again. The anger flared quickly — he opened his mouth to argue — but then he saw the Thar still in the driveway. 

Mirnaa didn’t flinch. She looked at Shiney.
Shiney stepped inside — voice steady but cold.

“Vikram, I need to speak with you. I brought a friend who came here to tell something.”
She looked at Mirnaa.

“Mirnaa… get him inside.”
Mirnaa walked out — calm, almost serene. Vikram watched her go — puzzled, uneasy.  she vanished from sight like smoke.

Minutes later...
Then Bharath appeared in the doorway — pistol in his right hand, steady, pointed low at back of Mirnaa but unmistakable.
Vikram’s world narrowed to that black barrel.

“Hey — what are you doing—”
Bharath stepped inside — voice flat.

“Shut up. It’s time for confrontation.”
He raised the pistol — aimed at Mirnaa back, who walked before him, He pointed her to sat near the sofa.

“If you move even a bit, I shoot her.”

Mirnaa didn’t scream. Didn’t run. She looked at Bharath — fear in her eyes, but something else too. 
Resignation. She sat on the sofa slowly — hands in her lap.

Bharath pressed the muzzle lightly to her temple.
Vikram’s heart slammed against his ribs.

“Bharath — please —”

“You hurt me a lot,” Bharath said — voice low, shaking with old rage. “Don’t I know what you and Manya planned with me? Don’t I want revenge? But don’t worry. I won’t harm her. Not if you come clean. Just once. Let Mirnaa know what kind of man you really are.”
Mirnaa looked at Vikram — silent tears already falling.

Bharath’s voice cracked — but the pistol stayed steady.
“I lost purpose when Manya chose to hurt me. Aadharsh is scouting for me. I’m done already. I don’t care about anything. 

But you care for Mirnaa, right?”
So  tell her all the truths, before i count 5 or i assure you would worry.

He started counting — slow, merciless.
“One.”

Vikram’s hands rose — placating.
“Two.”

“No — wait —”
“Three.”

Vikram panicked — voice breaking.
“Okay — okay — I’ll tell. I’ll tell.”

Bharath laughed — short, bitter.
“Tell my friend.”

Vikram’s knees buckled. He dropped to the floor — eyes locked on Mirnaa’s tear-streaked face.
“What should I tell…?”

Bharath pressed the gun harder against Mirnaa’s temple.

“You think he’s a soft person, right, Mirnaa? A common man who gets hurt a lot… bullshit. He was a henchman. That was his start.”
Mirnaa’s tears fell faster — silent, steady. She didn’t speak. Just looked at Vikram — waiting.

Vikram’s voice trembled
.
“Mirnaa… you shouldn’t take this in any wrong sense. I had no intention to hide this forever. In fact… I wanted to come clean. That’s why I took you to Zurich. But Krish’s accident stopped me.”

He swallowed hard.
“Yes… I’m a henchman for Sekaran. That’s how I started. I’m not an innocent man like you think.”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched — tears falling faster. But she still didn’t speak.
Vikram continued — voice cracking.

“I wanted to tell you… but I feared. You hated henchmen. 
They caused damage to your family when you were a kid. I couldn’t bear you looking at me like that.”

Bharath’s voice cut in — cold.
“What else you hid?”
Vikram closed his eyes.

“I’m not an ordinary driver. I’m… kind of a shadow boss. Working who operated illegal business across. Initially I did it for Sekaran. He recovered me. Shaped me for better.”

Mirnaa’s face trembled — tears streaming now. But she remained still — silent.
Bharath pulled a pen drive from his pocket — tossed it to Shiney.
“Play it after I say.”

Vikram’s eyes snapped open.
“No — no — I’ll tell. I’ll tell.”
He looked at Mirnaa — pleading.

“Initially… electronic shops were jackpot. We earned good. But I kept funds for Krish’s illegal business. Once too much money came in… I wanted revenge. Revenge on Malar and Malavika — who once labeled me. I had sex with both of them. They were in affair with me for some weeks. Then I left them. I didn’t force. They came to me for power. Money. I utilized it.”

Mirnaa broke — a sob escaped her. She covered her mouth — body shaking.
Bharath looked at her — almost gentle.

“Mirnaa… I don’t know how he would have reacted after I left the house last night when we were together. But if he caused you mental turmoil by claiming he is pure… no. He is not.”

Vikram shook his head frantically.
“I never claimed so. I’m sorry —”

He dropped to his knees — tears streaming.
Shiney couldn’t stop herself. She inserted the pen drive — played the video.

The screen showed grainy footage — Vikram in dark rooms, meeting men, handing envelopes, giving orders. His face — cold, commanding. Then footages of Vikram fucking malar at hotel and Malavika in electronic shop storage room ferociously. A monster in plain clothes.

Shiney slapped Vikram across the back — hard.
“You asshole. How dare you spoil my Mirnaa’s life.”

Mirnaa stood — trying to stop her — but Bharath’s pistol kept her in place.

Swathi — who had been watching from the hallway — went pale. The baby woke up crying in the next room. The atmosphere turned chaotic — shouts, tears, a child’s wails.

Shiney turned on Vikram — voice shaking with rage.
“I warned her — don’t trust anybody. She believed you. You were a complete asshole. Lies after lies. Mirnaa — don’t even delay. Come to me. Stay with me. You don’t want him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Bharath spoke — calm now.
“That’s not the full story. Vikram — tell the remaining.”
Vikram shook his head — sobbing.

“It’s enough… please… Bharath… I can fall at your feet.”
Bharath’s voice hardened.

“No. I don’t want that. I just want the truth.”
Shiney stared at him — horrified.
“What else could be worse…?”

Vikram’s voice broke.
“Okay… Sekaran was dead. I wanted to revenge Aadharsh. I needed to recreate the empire. I needed Bharath’s help. Bharath was lusting after Mirnaa. I entered into a deal. I… I orchestrated and spoiled Mirnaa’s mind to accept a date. But I was careful. I didn’t want a sexual relationship. I thought I could pull strings behind Bharath’s back — so I would achieve my goal before Bharath fully had her. But Bharath accelerated… orchestrated things. He won. He took her sexually. and for her safety and protection i played along.


Shiney sat heavily on the sofa — stunned.
“You monsters… shit…”

She looked at Bharath — disgusted.
“You are no different.”
Bharath met her eyes — unflinching.

“I’m no different. But I at least tried to come clean to her. He didn’t make an attempt.”
He turned to Mirnaa — voice softening.
“Mirnaa… I cheated you. I tricked you. It’s true — I only had lust. I don’t have love. But your husband never loved you. Never. Nor my Manya. We were cheated by both. I don’t ask you to come to me. Love me. But I offer you — let’s start life fresh. If we have a chance to love… we will. Come with me.”
Shiney rose — furious — and pulled Bharath’s arm — pistol or not.
“No one lays a finger on her. I’m taking her.”

Swathi stepped out — baby in arms, face pale. She saw Mirnaa standing, crying. Vikram on his knees. Bharath nearing Mirnaa.
She moved forward — voice shaking.
“Mirnaa… don’t take this inside. Just relax. Stay here. This is your home. Who would replace this place? Who would comfort Vikram when you are away?”

Mirnaa looked at her — coldly.
“You take care of him.”
Swathi blinked — stunned.
“What?”

Mirnaa’s voice cracked — but remained steady.
“I saw you both kissing last night. Don’t think you have the certificate to advise me. I’m moving.”

Vikram didn’t move — shock rooting him. Swathi stood frozen — baby crying in her arms.

Suddenly — they looked like sinners.

She turned to Bharath.

“Drop me and Shiney at Shiney’s place.”
Shiney stared — horrified.

“Why do you need him? He’s the same as Vikram.”
Mirnaa shook her head.

“No. He at least honestly said it. No matter what the situation is… let’s move, akka.”
Vikram staggered to his feet — tears streaming — and ran after the Thar as it pulled away. 

He chased it barefoot — shouting her name down the street.

“Mirnaa! Mirnaa!”
The car didn’t stop.

Mirnaa bit her lip — tears falling silently.

She whispered to herself — so low only she could hear:
“I’m sorry… stay strong, Vikram.”