04-03-2026, 11:31 AM
Chapter 161 – The New Home & The Deep Claim
Shiney left the hospital earlier than usual that day.
She didn’t speak to Mirnaa when she came to pick her up. She just got into the car, started the engine, and drove in silence. The air inside felt thick, suffocating. Mirnaa sat beside her — quiet, sensing the shift — but she didn’t ask why. She already knew.
Shiney felt wrong about everything.
She had brought Mirnaa here thinking she was saving her, giving her a safe place to breathe, to heal. Instead, something disgusting had taken root in her home. The sounds, the moans, the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the low growls and sharp gasps — had seeped into the walls. She couldn’t unhear them. She couldn’t unsee the way Mirnaa had changed — from broken wife to something bold, shameless, almost predatory.
And she couldn’t stop it.
She felt complicit. Dirty. Wrong.
When they reached the apartment, Shiney didn’t get out of the car immediately. She gripped the steering wheel — knuckles white.
“I’m going to stay at my colleagues place tonight,” she said — voice flat.
Mirnaa looked at her — expression unreadable.
“Okay.”
No argument. No pleading.
Shiney glanced at her — searching for the old Mirnaa — the one who would have cried, who would have asked her to stay.
She didn’t find her.
Mirnaa stepped out — closed the door softly — and walked inside without looking back.
Alone in the apartment, Mirnaa stood in the hallway for a long moment. She didn’t want to move out — not yet. Moving alone with Bharath felt riskier. She needed someone overseeing her, not to control her, but to make her feel safer. Someone who could witness, who could anchor her if things went wrong. Unless Bharath proved, beyond sex — that he was truly her partner, she wouldn’t fully trust moving in with him alone.
The night Bharath and Mirnaa engaged in another 3 hours of sexual tangling..
Next morning...
She walked to the kitchen — her old ritual — and started preparing coffee. Two cups. The way she used to do for Vikram every morning.
The thought came unbidden.
Would he have had it today? Would Swathi have made it for him?
Her hand trembled, coffee spoon clattering against the steel tumbler.
She set everything down walked to the bathroom — locked the door.
Hot water poured over her, scalding , but she didn’t flinch. She stood under the spray until her skin turned red, crying silently, shoulders shaking.
The tears mixed with the water — disappearing down the drain.
She came out — dried herself — dressed in a simple kurti and leggings — hair loose, still damp.
Then she thought, no lets change outfits, she decided to go and shop with Bharath and get some modern outfits.
Vikram, meanwhile, didn’t know what was really happening.
He tried calling Shiney — multiple times — begging to speak to Mirnaa alone. She refused every time.
He showed up at the apartment twice that week — desperate, hollow-eyed.
Each time, Mirnaa opened the door , body marked in new ways: faint bite marks on her neck, sometimes hidden under a scarf, sometimes not;
outfits more modern, more revealing ,sleeveless tops, fitted jeans, kohl-lined eyes that made her look like someone else.
Mirna purposely did, every time she saw his eyes, she was expected a hatred, disappointment..
finally she could see the disappointment, fear.. soon hate me virkam. she said to herself.
He slowed down visiting — but he never left her in his thoughts.
He wanted to finish Aadharsh soon — tie up every loose end — so he could leave the empire behind.
Hand it off to someone. Disappear into normalcy.
Unknown to him — Mirnaa had blocked every move.
James had tracked his men — quietly rerouted leads — fed false trails.
Vikram’s search for Aadharsh slowed to a crawl. He thought it was bad luck. Bad timing.
It wasn’t.
The week passed like lightning.
Every night — Bharath came.
Every night — they fucked.
Hard. Long. Unrestrained.
Mirnaa took control more each time — riding him until he begged, pinning his wrists, whispering commands that made him shudder. Bharath learned fast — learned to wait, to obey, to give when she demanded. Their bodies became fluent in each other — slick, urgent, addictive.
Then the weekend came.
Bharath looked at her over breakfast — casual, almost gentle.
“Accompany me to a place.”
Mirnaa didn’t ask questions. She just nodded.
He drove her to a premium apartment complex in the heart of Chennai — gated, secure, cameras at every corner.
A rented flat — fully furnished, high floor, city view.
He opened the door — let her step inside.
“I rented it for us,” he said — voice low. “Vikram keeps bothering you — he won’t stop looking. This is gated. People won’t be allowed easily. Unlike Shiney’s individual house. Even if Aadharsh smelled something… he can’t risk entering here. And our privacy…”
He said he called owner he would arrive in 20 mins, after you said okay lets sign it today
Mirnaa looked around — modern, clean, anonymous. Safe.
She turned to him — eyes searching.
He smiled — small, almost shy.
“I have a surprise. Open it.”
He handed her a cupboard locker key.
Mirnaa walked over — inserted the key — turned.
Inside — pendrives. Files. A laptop. Folders labeled with dates, names, transactions.
“Whatever I collected,” Bharath said quietly. “Everything that could make Vikram surrender. I didn’t hand it to Aadharsh.
I want to give it to you. Order me what to do.”
Mirnaa stared — stunned — then slowly smiled.
“You became obedient to me.”
Bharath laughed — soft, genuine.
“I’m intrigued.”
She stepped closer — hand on his chest.
“Real question — what do you want? Shall we have sex here?”
Bharath glanced at his watch.
“No. The owner will come anytime soon. I informed him — 15 minutes.”
Mirnaa’s hands dropped to his pants fingers deft, impatient, yanking the zipper down with a sharp rasp of metal teeth. Bharath’s cock sprang free ,already thick, heavy, pulsing with heat — the head flushed dark and glistening at the tip.
Bharath groaned low in his throat — the sound vibrating through his chest ,as her cool palm wrapped around him, stroking once, slow and firm, feeling him swell even harder against her skin.
“For your sincerity,” she whispered , voice husky, edged with dark promise. “Fuck my mouth the way you want.”
Mirna when did you learn speaking dirty?
will a women speak lik this?
She asked why not, let me learn new things, to keep you satisfied..
At this rate i don't think you will ever go back to Vikram
Mirna in her mind she said to herself, this exact thought you need to built that way you will speed up, the progress ...the goal.. but dont worry i wont leave you. i will stick
She sank to her knees in one fluid motion ,the carpet rough against her skin, eyes never leaving his. Her gaze was molten , commanding, daring him to lose control. Her lips parted , soft, wet, inviting , tongue flicking out to wet them deliberately.
![[Image: black-andwhite-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/77988/black-andwhite-scaled.webp)
Bharath’s hand fisted in her hair — not gentle now — tight enough to sting, anchoring her exactly where he wanted. He guided himself forward — the swollen head brushing her lower lip, smearing a bead of pre-cum across it like gloss. Mirnaa opened wider — tongue flattening — and took him in.
Inch by thick inch — slow at first , she swallowed him down. Her throat relaxed with practiced ease, but the stretch still made her eyes water instantly. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, slick and glistening , as he pushed deeper, hitting the soft back of her throat. She moaned around him — low, vibrating — the sound rippling up his shaft like electricity.
Bharath cursed under his breath — hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“Fuck—”
He didn’t hold back.
The first thrust was measured — testing — sliding in and out of her warm, wet mouth.
Mirnaa’s hands gripped his thighs — nails digging crescent moons into muscle — urging him deeper, faster.
Saliva dripped in thick strands from her chin — coating his balls — as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
Harder. Faster.
Her cheeks hollowed with every pull-back — lips stretched tight around his girth — tongue swirling desperately along the underside. Tears streamed freely down her face now — mascara smudging into dark rivulets — but her eyes stayed locked on his — fierce, unblinking — daring him to break first.
Bharath’s control frayed.
![[Image: poking-her-tonsils-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/164113/poking-her-tonsils-scaled.webp)
His hips snapped forward — brutal, relentless — fucking her throat with punishing rhythm. The wet, choking sounds filled the room — gluck-gluck-gluck — obscene and intoxicating. Mirnaa gagged — throat convulsing around him — but she didn’t pull away. She took it — deeper — nose brushing his pubic bone on every thrust — gagging hard, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her chest.
Bharath’s grip tightened — knuckles white in her hair — hips stuttering.
“Mirnaa— fuck— I’m—”
He yanked himself free at the last second — hand pumping furiously — and came with a broken roar.
![[Image: say-ah-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/14806/say-ah-scaled.webp)
Thick ropes of cum erupted across her waiting tongue — hot, salty, flooding her mouth. Some spilled over her lips — dripping down her chin in viscous strands — but she didn’t flinch. She swallowed what she could — throat working visibly — eyes still locked on his — defiant, triumphant. A final spurt landed on her cheek — pearlescent against flushed skin — sliding slowly toward her jaw.
Bharath shuddered — legs trembling — staring down at her like she was something holy and profane all at once.
Mirnaa licked her swollen lips — slow, deliberate — tasting him.
Without giving a second time, bharath bent and gave a kiss on her lip
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Then — without breaking eye contact — she rose to her feet.
She stepped into him — body pressing flush — and kissed him.
Deep. Filthy. Possessive.
Her tongue pushed into his mouth — carrying the taste of him — salty, bitter, unmistakable. Bharath groaned into the kiss — hands finally moving — gripping her waist, pulling her tighter — tasting himself on her lips, her tongue, her everything.
They kissed like they were drowning — messy, desperate — tongues sliding, teeth clashing — until both were breathless, panting against each other’s mouths.
Bharath said i never did something nasty like this.. Mirnaa where you learned this.. he spitted thrice after realising what he did..
Mirnaa laughed..
Mirnaa pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips:
“Now you know… I’m not playing.”
Bharath stared at her — wrecked, awed, already hardening again.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re going to ruin me.”
Mirnaa’s smile was slow — wicked — dangerous.
“Good,” she said.
“That’s exactly what I want.”
Minutes later — the flat owner arrived.
They signed the papers — Mirnaa wiping her mouth discreetly — both of them flushed, breathless.
The owner left.
Mirnaa looked at Bharath — eyes dark.
“Now,” she said.
They reached shineys place late night
The night stretched — sleepless for Shiney — filled with their moans echoing through the new walls.
Shiney left the hospital earlier than usual that day.
She didn’t speak to Mirnaa when she came to pick her up. She just got into the car, started the engine, and drove in silence. The air inside felt thick, suffocating. Mirnaa sat beside her — quiet, sensing the shift — but she didn’t ask why. She already knew.
Shiney felt wrong about everything.
She had brought Mirnaa here thinking she was saving her, giving her a safe place to breathe, to heal. Instead, something disgusting had taken root in her home. The sounds, the moans, the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the low growls and sharp gasps — had seeped into the walls. She couldn’t unhear them. She couldn’t unsee the way Mirnaa had changed — from broken wife to something bold, shameless, almost predatory.
And she couldn’t stop it.
She felt complicit. Dirty. Wrong.
When they reached the apartment, Shiney didn’t get out of the car immediately. She gripped the steering wheel — knuckles white.
“I’m going to stay at my colleagues place tonight,” she said — voice flat.
Mirnaa looked at her — expression unreadable.
“Okay.”
No argument. No pleading.
Shiney glanced at her — searching for the old Mirnaa — the one who would have cried, who would have asked her to stay.
She didn’t find her.
Mirnaa stepped out — closed the door softly — and walked inside without looking back.
Alone in the apartment, Mirnaa stood in the hallway for a long moment. She didn’t want to move out — not yet. Moving alone with Bharath felt riskier. She needed someone overseeing her, not to control her, but to make her feel safer. Someone who could witness, who could anchor her if things went wrong. Unless Bharath proved, beyond sex — that he was truly her partner, she wouldn’t fully trust moving in with him alone.
The night Bharath and Mirnaa engaged in another 3 hours of sexual tangling..
Next morning...
She walked to the kitchen — her old ritual — and started preparing coffee. Two cups. The way she used to do for Vikram every morning.
The thought came unbidden.
Would he have had it today? Would Swathi have made it for him?
Her hand trembled, coffee spoon clattering against the steel tumbler.
She set everything down walked to the bathroom — locked the door.
Hot water poured over her, scalding , but she didn’t flinch. She stood under the spray until her skin turned red, crying silently, shoulders shaking.
The tears mixed with the water — disappearing down the drain.
She came out — dried herself — dressed in a simple kurti and leggings — hair loose, still damp.
Then she thought, no lets change outfits, she decided to go and shop with Bharath and get some modern outfits.
Vikram, meanwhile, didn’t know what was really happening.
He tried calling Shiney — multiple times — begging to speak to Mirnaa alone. She refused every time.
He showed up at the apartment twice that week — desperate, hollow-eyed.
Each time, Mirnaa opened the door , body marked in new ways: faint bite marks on her neck, sometimes hidden under a scarf, sometimes not;
outfits more modern, more revealing ,sleeveless tops, fitted jeans, kohl-lined eyes that made her look like someone else.
Mirna purposely did, every time she saw his eyes, she was expected a hatred, disappointment..
finally she could see the disappointment, fear.. soon hate me virkam. she said to herself.
He slowed down visiting — but he never left her in his thoughts.
He wanted to finish Aadharsh soon — tie up every loose end — so he could leave the empire behind.
Hand it off to someone. Disappear into normalcy.
Unknown to him — Mirnaa had blocked every move.
James had tracked his men — quietly rerouted leads — fed false trails.
Vikram’s search for Aadharsh slowed to a crawl. He thought it was bad luck. Bad timing.
It wasn’t.
The week passed like lightning.
Every night — Bharath came.
Every night — they fucked.
Hard. Long. Unrestrained.
Mirnaa took control more each time — riding him until he begged, pinning his wrists, whispering commands that made him shudder. Bharath learned fast — learned to wait, to obey, to give when she demanded. Their bodies became fluent in each other — slick, urgent, addictive.
Then the weekend came.
Bharath looked at her over breakfast — casual, almost gentle.
“Accompany me to a place.”
Mirnaa didn’t ask questions. She just nodded.
He drove her to a premium apartment complex in the heart of Chennai — gated, secure, cameras at every corner.
A rented flat — fully furnished, high floor, city view.
He opened the door — let her step inside.
“I rented it for us,” he said — voice low. “Vikram keeps bothering you — he won’t stop looking. This is gated. People won’t be allowed easily. Unlike Shiney’s individual house. Even if Aadharsh smelled something… he can’t risk entering here. And our privacy…”
He said he called owner he would arrive in 20 mins, after you said okay lets sign it today
Mirnaa looked around — modern, clean, anonymous. Safe.
She turned to him — eyes searching.
He smiled — small, almost shy.
“I have a surprise. Open it.”
He handed her a cupboard locker key.
Mirnaa walked over — inserted the key — turned.
Inside — pendrives. Files. A laptop. Folders labeled with dates, names, transactions.
“Whatever I collected,” Bharath said quietly. “Everything that could make Vikram surrender. I didn’t hand it to Aadharsh.
I want to give it to you. Order me what to do.”
Mirnaa stared — stunned — then slowly smiled.
“You became obedient to me.”
Bharath laughed — soft, genuine.
“I’m intrigued.”
She stepped closer — hand on his chest.
“Real question — what do you want? Shall we have sex here?”
Bharath glanced at his watch.
“No. The owner will come anytime soon. I informed him — 15 minutes.”
Mirnaa’s hands dropped to his pants fingers deft, impatient, yanking the zipper down with a sharp rasp of metal teeth. Bharath’s cock sprang free ,already thick, heavy, pulsing with heat — the head flushed dark and glistening at the tip.
Bharath groaned low in his throat — the sound vibrating through his chest ,as her cool palm wrapped around him, stroking once, slow and firm, feeling him swell even harder against her skin.
“For your sincerity,” she whispered , voice husky, edged with dark promise. “Fuck my mouth the way you want.”
Mirna when did you learn speaking dirty?
will a women speak lik this?
She asked why not, let me learn new things, to keep you satisfied..
At this rate i don't think you will ever go back to Vikram
Mirna in her mind she said to herself, this exact thought you need to built that way you will speed up, the progress ...the goal.. but dont worry i wont leave you. i will stick
She sank to her knees in one fluid motion ,the carpet rough against her skin, eyes never leaving his. Her gaze was molten , commanding, daring him to lose control. Her lips parted , soft, wet, inviting , tongue flicking out to wet them deliberately.
Bharath’s hand fisted in her hair — not gentle now — tight enough to sting, anchoring her exactly where he wanted. He guided himself forward — the swollen head brushing her lower lip, smearing a bead of pre-cum across it like gloss. Mirnaa opened wider — tongue flattening — and took him in.
Inch by thick inch — slow at first , she swallowed him down. Her throat relaxed with practiced ease, but the stretch still made her eyes water instantly. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, slick and glistening , as he pushed deeper, hitting the soft back of her throat. She moaned around him — low, vibrating — the sound rippling up his shaft like electricity.
Bharath cursed under his breath — hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“Fuck—”
He didn’t hold back.
The first thrust was measured — testing — sliding in and out of her warm, wet mouth.
Mirnaa’s hands gripped his thighs — nails digging crescent moons into muscle — urging him deeper, faster.
Saliva dripped in thick strands from her chin — coating his balls — as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
Harder. Faster.
Her cheeks hollowed with every pull-back — lips stretched tight around his girth — tongue swirling desperately along the underside. Tears streamed freely down her face now — mascara smudging into dark rivulets — but her eyes stayed locked on his — fierce, unblinking — daring him to break first.
Bharath’s control frayed.
His hips snapped forward — brutal, relentless — fucking her throat with punishing rhythm. The wet, choking sounds filled the room — gluck-gluck-gluck — obscene and intoxicating. Mirnaa gagged — throat convulsing around him — but she didn’t pull away. She took it — deeper — nose brushing his pubic bone on every thrust — gagging hard, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her chest.
Bharath’s grip tightened — knuckles white in her hair — hips stuttering.
“Mirnaa— fuck— I’m—”
He yanked himself free at the last second — hand pumping furiously — and came with a broken roar.
Thick ropes of cum erupted across her waiting tongue — hot, salty, flooding her mouth. Some spilled over her lips — dripping down her chin in viscous strands — but she didn’t flinch. She swallowed what she could — throat working visibly — eyes still locked on his — defiant, triumphant. A final spurt landed on her cheek — pearlescent against flushed skin — sliding slowly toward her jaw.
Bharath shuddered — legs trembling — staring down at her like she was something holy and profane all at once.
Mirnaa licked her swollen lips — slow, deliberate — tasting him.
Without giving a second time, bharath bent and gave a kiss on her lip
Then — without breaking eye contact — she rose to her feet.
She stepped into him — body pressing flush — and kissed him.
Deep. Filthy. Possessive.
Her tongue pushed into his mouth — carrying the taste of him — salty, bitter, unmistakable. Bharath groaned into the kiss — hands finally moving — gripping her waist, pulling her tighter — tasting himself on her lips, her tongue, her everything.
They kissed like they were drowning — messy, desperate — tongues sliding, teeth clashing — until both were breathless, panting against each other’s mouths.
Bharath said i never did something nasty like this.. Mirnaa where you learned this.. he spitted thrice after realising what he did..
Mirnaa laughed..
Mirnaa pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips:
“Now you know… I’m not playing.”
Bharath stared at her — wrecked, awed, already hardening again.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re going to ruin me.”
Mirnaa’s smile was slow — wicked — dangerous.
“Good,” she said.
“That’s exactly what I want.”
Minutes later — the flat owner arrived.
They signed the papers — Mirnaa wiping her mouth discreetly — both of them flushed, breathless.
The owner left.
Mirnaa looked at Bharath — eyes dark.
“Now,” she said.
They reached shineys place late night
The night stretched — sleepless for Shiney — filled with their moans echoing through the new walls.
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