Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]
Chapter 168 – The Apartment sex & The Drive

The apartment was quiet after the storm — only the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant city traffic breaking the silence. Bharath and Mirnaa lay tangled in the sheets she is in night wear and he is in shorts.


Unknown to Vikram — and even to Bharath himself — Shobi’s men had already taken up positions. Two discreet teams: one in a black SUV parked across the street, another blending into the gated community’s security detail. The apartment complex was premium — full of political VIPs and business tycoons — entry tightly controlled, no suspicious vehicles allowed past the boom barrier. Shobi’s orders were simple: protect the woman who had saved him from Aadharsh. Protect her man. If anyone came for them — end it.


Bharath relied on his own men too — two stationed at the lobby, two more on the floor below — but the gated community itself was a fortress. No one would get in without raising alarms.

He propped himself on one elbow — looking down at her. 
“You promised,” he said softly. “You said you’d never go back to him.”


But what happen today? he got hurt you are near him? want to stay with him?


Mirnaa didn’t answer immediately. She stared at the ceiling — chest rising and falling slowly.
Then — without a word — she rolled toward him — pushed the sheet away — and made herself fully nude 

She said i will give you sex as promised. You should also understand my feeling.

She lay back — legs slightly parted — eyes on his.
Bharath hesitated — searching her face.
She didn’t speak — just waited.


He moved over her — entered her slowly — missionary — deep — their bodies fitting together like they had a hundred times before. He kissed her neck — her jaw — whispering her name. But something was wrong.

She didn’t move with him.

No arch of her back. No tightening of her thighs. No moan. Her hands rested limp at her sides. She let him — but she didn’t participate. Her eyes stayed open — distant — fixed on some point above his shoulder.

Bharath felt it like a punch to the chest.
He slowed — then stopped — still inside her — breathing hard.

“Mirnaa…”

He pulled out gently — rolled to the side — lay facing her.
She didn’t move — just stared upward.

He swallowed — voice rough with emotion.
“Sex is important to me,” he said quietly. 
“But I don’t want it this way. 
He started speaking as he was realised something...
I’m not such a heartless man.”

Mirnaa turned her head  looked at him eyes glistening.
“If not for this… why didn’t you let me stay at the hospital? 
Why did you drag me away?”

Bharath exhaled — heavy — hurt.
“It’s not for sex. It’s for safety. 
Aadharsh is mad now. 

Unlike Vikram — who’s a patient . and Shiney , a doctor in the same place… it’s unsafe for us there. 
His target is us. You and me.

I don’t want to risk it until I find him. That’s why I dragged you here.”

Mirnaa’s expression cracked .. tears slipping free.

She reached out — wrapped her arms around his neck — pulled him close — whispered against his ear:
“Fuck me.”


Bharath searched her eyes — saw the storm inside.
He kissed her — slow — deep — then moved over her again.
Missionary once more intimate — faces close.

He entered her careful this time watching her face. She cooperated  just a little  legs wrapping loosely around him  hips lifting to meet his — but it was fragile, hesitant. He moved — steady — deep — hands cradling her head — kissing her between thrusts.
When he came — it was heavy — inside her — hips pressing hard — a low groan against her neck.

She held him — arms tight — tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
Then — softly — she spoke against his ear.

“Now… take me to the hospital.
I promise you… I will come back to you.”

Bharath froze — still buried inside her.
He pulled back — looked at her — eyes wide with hurt and disbelief.


He slapped her open palm — not hard — but sharp enough to sting.

“Shit, Mirnaa… do you think I’m inhuman?”

His voice cracked — raw.
You didnt trust me right? 
Okay fine.. 
“If this is what you want… let’s go.”

He pulled out — rolled off the bed — started dressing — movements jerky, angry.
Mirnaa sat up — sheet falling to her waist — tears streaming.
She didn’t argue.
She dressed quickly, no makeup .

They left the apartment — Bharath alerting his men on the way down.
“Two more to the hospital. Full perimeter watch. No one gets close.”


The night drive was silent — Bharath’s knuckles white on the wheel — Mirnaa staring out the window — tears drying on her cheeks.

When they reached the hospital — Bharath parked — turned to her.
“You promised,” he said — voice low, broken. “You’ll come back.”

Mirnaa looked at him — eyes soft — aching.
“I will.”



She leaned over — kissed him — brief — tender — tasting of salt and goodbye.
Then — she was gone — disappearing through the sliding doors.

Bharath sat in the car — head bowed — hands shaking.
He didn’t drive away.

and he very well knew, Mirnaa wont come back, 
he just smiled to himself, let her live the life peacefully with Vikram once he is recovered. 

For now my duty is to protect her. 
He stayed — watching the entrance — guarding her from the shadows.
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