04-03-2026, 01:28 PM
Chapter 163 – The CCTV & The Clues
The morning light was harsh — slanting through the glass front of the T. Nagar electronics shop like knives.
Vikram pushed open the door at 9:15 a.m. — unshaven, eyes bloodshot from too little sleep and too much whiskey the night before.
The bell jingled a sound that used to feel like home. Now it felt like mockery.
Mohan was behind the counter — arranging chargers, same calm routine he’d followed for years.
He looked up — saw Vikram’s face — and his hands stilled.
Both went into manager room..
Doors closed. Glass wall alone the partition.
“Anna,” Vikram said — voice low, rough.
“I know you for long. You’re the one who gave shelter to a no-man like me.
You would have heard Mirnaa left me. Did you know anything? Did you hide anything?
Did she know my past through you… or some way?”
Mohan’s eyes flickered just once — but enough.
He remembered Mirnaa’s visit — her quiet questions — the promise she’d extracted from him.
James had spoken vaguely later: Mirnaa will stop Aadharsh soon. The split drama is for that.
Mohan had stayed tight-lipped ever since.
He met Vikram’s gaze — steady.
“We just spoke business,” Mohan said softly. “I didn’t say anything.”
Vikram’s jaw tightened.
“CCTV will reveal all. If you all told otherwise… then don’t feel bad if I shout at you.”
He walked past Mohan — straight to the server room at the back.
The door was unlocked.
Inside — empty shelf where the DVR used to sit.
Vikram stared — disbelief turning to cold fury.
He stormed back to the counter.
“Where is the hard disk?”
Mohan sighed — almost apologetic.
“CCTV cameras’ hard disk was sent for repair almost two months ago.
Warranty was there — so they asked for replacement. New one is coming next week.”
Vikram’s fist clenched on the counter.
“Shit.”
He didn’t know — couldn’t know — that Mirnaa had prepared far better than he’d ever thought.
She’d anticipated this. She’d orchestrated the “repair” delay through Mohan months ago.
His doubt only intensified.
But he didn’t give up.
He stepped outside — scanned the street. Opposite the shop — a row of small stores: a tailoring shop, a pharmacy, a stationery store. All had external CCTV cameras — angled toward the road, toward his shop entrance.
Vikram’s eyes narrowed.
He crossed the street — entered the stationery shop — spoke to the owner in low tones. Money changed hands.
The owner nodded — pulled up the footage on his computer.
Vikram sat there for hours — watching grainy black-and-white clips.
He was not sure when and who will be the person that will give a lead for him..
He knows it may take more time than it would take, but he decided to take whatever time takes.
He couldn’t hear the words she spoke — but he could see the visuals.
People coming to meet her.
Some new faces — some repeated.
But nothing concrete, he decided to stay for a week and find out the truth
Meanwhile — same week
Bharath started visiting his home.
He left Mirnaa for a day, flew to Bangalore — walked into his parents’ house unannounced.
His mother cried when she saw him. His father just stared — worried, silent.
“Where were you suddenly?” his mother asked. “Without informing us?”
Bharath reasoned — “Business.”
Manya stood in the doorway — arms crossed — eyes wary.
He looked at her — really looked — and then walked straight to Priya’s room.
The little girl was playing with blocks — looked up — recognized him instantly — ran into his arms.
Bharath lifted her — genuine smile breaking across his face — kissed her forehead.
Manya shouted dont touch my daughter with your dirty hands..
“Don’t think I don’t know what you did to Vikram.”
Bharath met her eyes — calm.
“I too know what you did with Vikram. I mean — your revenge plan.”
He carried Priya into the hall — sat on the sofa — let her climb all over him.
Manya watched — furious, but silent — because they were in front of the child.
Bharath didn’t push for sex. Didn’t even hint. He spent time with Priya playing, laughing, feeding her, putting her to sleep. He stayed away from Manya physically — slept on the couch — gave her space.
Manya expected him to demand — like always. He never did.
Instead — her nights became peaceful.
Priya — usually a night bird — playing better with Bharath who stayed awake as long as Priya was awake..
If not for bharath, many would have to stay awake for priya..
Manya’s sleep wasn’t interrupted.
Priya's warmth become a new addiction for him..
He realised the truth in Mirnaa words, he felt one would not be enough, he decided.
He stayed three days.
When he left — he kissed Priya goodbye — looked at Manya — said quietly:
“I’m not asking for forgiveness. I dont expect something in return from you..
Just… let me come once a week. Just for her.”
Manya didn’t answer — but she didn’t say no.
Back in Chennai — he told Mirnaa everything — showed photos of him with Priya.
Mirnaa smiled — genuinely happy for him.
Their sexual pleasure didn’t stop.
But now — there was something softer between them.
End of the week.
Vikram had a clue after week of patience and watching the clips.
across so many people who visited there at the shop
One man stood out — safari suit, bullet bike, parked always at the edge of the frame. He came often spoke casually outside the shop sometimes with Mirnaa giving some photos papers, which he could see what it is blurred visuals. sometimes serious.
The man in safari suit — bullet bike — visiting Mirnaa repeatedly.
Vikram noted the bike number — the man’s face — every detail.
He resolved — quietly, coldly — he would find that man.
The morning light was harsh — slanting through the glass front of the T. Nagar electronics shop like knives.
Vikram pushed open the door at 9:15 a.m. — unshaven, eyes bloodshot from too little sleep and too much whiskey the night before.
The bell jingled a sound that used to feel like home. Now it felt like mockery.
Mohan was behind the counter — arranging chargers, same calm routine he’d followed for years.
He looked up — saw Vikram’s face — and his hands stilled.
Both went into manager room..
Doors closed. Glass wall alone the partition.
“Anna,” Vikram said — voice low, rough.
“I know you for long. You’re the one who gave shelter to a no-man like me.
You would have heard Mirnaa left me. Did you know anything? Did you hide anything?
Did she know my past through you… or some way?”
Mohan’s eyes flickered just once — but enough.
He remembered Mirnaa’s visit — her quiet questions — the promise she’d extracted from him.
James had spoken vaguely later: Mirnaa will stop Aadharsh soon. The split drama is for that.
Mohan had stayed tight-lipped ever since.
He met Vikram’s gaze — steady.
“We just spoke business,” Mohan said softly. “I didn’t say anything.”
Vikram’s jaw tightened.
“CCTV will reveal all. If you all told otherwise… then don’t feel bad if I shout at you.”
He walked past Mohan — straight to the server room at the back.
The door was unlocked.
Inside — empty shelf where the DVR used to sit.
Vikram stared — disbelief turning to cold fury.
He stormed back to the counter.
“Where is the hard disk?”
Mohan sighed — almost apologetic.
“CCTV cameras’ hard disk was sent for repair almost two months ago.
Warranty was there — so they asked for replacement. New one is coming next week.”
Vikram’s fist clenched on the counter.
“Shit.”
He didn’t know — couldn’t know — that Mirnaa had prepared far better than he’d ever thought.
She’d anticipated this. She’d orchestrated the “repair” delay through Mohan months ago.
His doubt only intensified.
But he didn’t give up.
He stepped outside — scanned the street. Opposite the shop — a row of small stores: a tailoring shop, a pharmacy, a stationery store. All had external CCTV cameras — angled toward the road, toward his shop entrance.
Vikram’s eyes narrowed.
He crossed the street — entered the stationery shop — spoke to the owner in low tones. Money changed hands.
The owner nodded — pulled up the footage on his computer.
Vikram sat there for hours — watching grainy black-and-white clips.
He was not sure when and who will be the person that will give a lead for him..
He knows it may take more time than it would take, but he decided to take whatever time takes.
He couldn’t hear the words she spoke — but he could see the visuals.
People coming to meet her.
Some new faces — some repeated.
But nothing concrete, he decided to stay for a week and find out the truth
Meanwhile — same week
Bharath started visiting his home.
He left Mirnaa for a day, flew to Bangalore — walked into his parents’ house unannounced.
His mother cried when she saw him. His father just stared — worried, silent.
“Where were you suddenly?” his mother asked. “Without informing us?”
Bharath reasoned — “Business.”
Manya stood in the doorway — arms crossed — eyes wary.
He looked at her — really looked — and then walked straight to Priya’s room.
The little girl was playing with blocks — looked up — recognized him instantly — ran into his arms.
Bharath lifted her — genuine smile breaking across his face — kissed her forehead.
Manya shouted dont touch my daughter with your dirty hands..
“Don’t think I don’t know what you did to Vikram.”
Bharath met her eyes — calm.
“I too know what you did with Vikram. I mean — your revenge plan.”
He carried Priya into the hall — sat on the sofa — let her climb all over him.
Manya watched — furious, but silent — because they were in front of the child.
Bharath didn’t push for sex. Didn’t even hint. He spent time with Priya playing, laughing, feeding her, putting her to sleep. He stayed away from Manya physically — slept on the couch — gave her space.
Manya expected him to demand — like always. He never did.
Instead — her nights became peaceful.
Priya — usually a night bird — playing better with Bharath who stayed awake as long as Priya was awake..
If not for bharath, many would have to stay awake for priya..
Manya’s sleep wasn’t interrupted.
Priya's warmth become a new addiction for him..
He realised the truth in Mirnaa words, he felt one would not be enough, he decided.
He stayed three days.
When he left — he kissed Priya goodbye — looked at Manya — said quietly:
“I’m not asking for forgiveness. I dont expect something in return from you..
Just… let me come once a week. Just for her.”
Manya didn’t answer — but she didn’t say no.
Back in Chennai — he told Mirnaa everything — showed photos of him with Priya.
Mirnaa smiled — genuinely happy for him.
Their sexual pleasure didn’t stop.
But now — there was something softer between them.
End of the week.
Vikram had a clue after week of patience and watching the clips.
across so many people who visited there at the shop
One man stood out — safari suit, bullet bike, parked always at the edge of the frame. He came often spoke casually outside the shop sometimes with Mirnaa giving some photos papers, which he could see what it is blurred visuals. sometimes serious.
The man in safari suit — bullet bike — visiting Mirnaa repeatedly.
Vikram noted the bike number — the man’s face — every detail.
He resolved — quietly, coldly — he would find that man.
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