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Chapter 108 - Mirna's doubt and Bharath's confession!
Goa – Beachfront Villa – 11 AM
Mirnaa woke on the couch with her neck stiff and eyes swollen from crying half the night. The blanket had slipped to the floor and the room felt too quiet without Bharath's usual morning sounds. She sat up slowly and looked toward the bedroom door. It was open and empty. The bed was made neatly as if no one had slept there.
She found the note on the kitchen counter — simple white paper folded once.
“I am giving you the space you need. I am in room 407 at the beach hotel. I love you — no pressure. Just talk when you are ready.”
Mirnaa stared at the words for a long time. Relief washed over her first cool and sudden ,like breathing fresh air after being underwater too long. Then guilt followed sharp and familiar. She had pushed him away last night, refused him — slept apart and now he had left quietly without argument.
She spent the day alone.
She walked the beach barefoot, waves lapping at her ankles , remembering good moments: music in the car, laughter during games, his hand in hers under the sun. Those memories mixed with bad ones — the phone call , his whisper in her ear while Vikram's voice came through the speaker, the way he had kept her mouth full so she could not speak. The humiliation burned fresh.
She sat on the sand staring at the sea. Doubt crept in soft and insidious.
What if she had misunderstood him?
What if the “thrill” comment was just dirty talk — not mockery?
What if Bharath really loved her, really meant the apologies and she had overreacted?
He had moved out given her space without forcing anything. That was not the action of a man who only wanted sex.
Or was it?
She looked at her empty phone. No messages from Vikram.
No calls. She opened the call log and stared at his name thumb hovering over the button. She wanted to confess everything right then but the words would not come.
Confidence failed her. Fear held her back.
She put the phone down and hugged her knees. Confession could wait. Just one more day.
Bharath doesnt know his simple act of give her space had immediate effect on her
Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Afternoon
Vikram sat on the couch with his phone in hand. Swathi had left him alone for a while, giving him space to process. He stared at Mirnaa's name on the screen, thumb hovering and heart pounding.
He decided to send a voice note instead of calling. Something calm. Something safe.
He pressed the record.
“Hey love… I had work all morning. Is everything okay in Goa?
I will call tonight when things slow down. Miss your voice. Love you.”
He sent it , exhaled — and leaned back.
Swathi walked in from the kitchen, two cups of coffee in hand and sat beside him.
“She will react. Give her time. She will come up with better words”
Vikram nodded, still staring at the phone.
Goa – Beach Hotel – Room 407 – Late Afternoon
Vikram sat on the couch with the phone gripped tight in his hand. Swathi sat beside him silently watching his face. The voice note he sent to Mirnaa earlier had gone unanswered. The silence from Goa felt louder than any scream.
His phone rang suddenly — Bharath's name on the screen.
Vikram's jaw clenched. He answered on speaker voice low and edged.
“Bharath.”
Bharath kept his tone even.
“Vikram. I need to talk..”
Vikram stayed silent , waiting for knuckles already white.
Bharath started without a preamble.
“We had sex. Mirna and me.”
Vikram's breath caught — sharp — like something snapped inside his chest.
“What?”
His voice came out low — dangerous.
“Did Mirna agree and gave consent to have sex with you?”
Bharath: “Agreed but not fully consent. But before that I had to trick her.”
Vikram's free hand clenched into a fist nails digging into his palm.
Swathi touched his arm gently , eyes warning him to breathe.
He forced air through his nose slowly — but the fury stayed.
“Trick?” “Half Consent” Vikram repeated — voice tight.
What the fuck you are talking about..
“Explain that word. Now.”
Bharath continued — voice steady — measured.
Bharath: Stay calm and listen to me fully.
If you want to know fully.
Vikram: Continue!
“I used my trauma story and tricked her into sex. Her consent was half , but we know right — I was in your double agent deal for Mirnaa and sex.
You had already won Aadarsh, I had nothing big in my pocket! All i risked being a double agent is to have good sex with her… she kept delaying , you keep winning, i feared at this rate i have risked everything for nothing.. So i had to and i had tricked her
Vikram: Bastard, i only asked you to have sex when if only she gave consent, you overstepped
Bharath: Clam, down it's just a tip of what I had to say.. That trick only for start.. After that for two days we had sex.
Vikram: How come!!! What ?
Bharath: It's simple . I lied to her that you were disappointed in sex , used that to brainwash her to get trained for different sex. She did it for two days. I turned off her phone. We were actively in sex.
Vikram: So this is your true face! How dare you had lied, manipulated my wife into sex
Bharath: If not, do you think your wife would bed me? Vikram you need to come to reality i have to do it.. I have to lie about it so that she wont feel like a slut who bedded me for her husband's business prospects..
Vikram suddenly went silent
Bhrath: But that's not the issue here, something is not right now
Vikram: What Happened?
Bharath: I did everything right but I underestimated her love for you.. Yes I tricked her into sex, had even manipulated her to open her in more sex and newness, But I mis stepped by humiliating you — not directly last time when you called she was not sleeping. I was deep throating her and I said in her ears something like we are having sex while your husband is on the phone and laughed. It backfired. She got offended. She got doubts. She fears I used her. She fears you may not know a lot.”
Vikram's breathing grew sharp — chest rising and falling fast.
“You deep throated my wife — while I was on the phone — and laughed about it?”
His voice cracked open — fury spilling out.
“You think I will sit here and accept that? You think I will let you talk about her like that — about what you did to her — and stay calm?”
Swathi typed quickly on her phone — showed him: Breathe. He is confessing. Let him finish. You need the full truth.
Vikram read it — exhaled hard through his nose — but the anger stayed.
“Continue,” he said — voice low — controlled — but shaking underneath.
Bharath:
“Calm down. You did a lot of things to win over Aadharsh. I did the same to Mirnaa for sex. We are even. I am not going to stay in your married life. As per our deal I am done. But I feel bad for her. If she gets to know she was tricked or used — she will lead a life with full trauma. As a husband you should not be okay for that. Calm her down when she phones you. I have already got a separate room for us to give her space. Make her calm again. If I leave your house or circle immediately she will get doubt. Let me come back — stay for a few days — then I will slowly go away from your home as promised.”
Vikram laughed — bitter — short.
“You think I will let you back in my house? After what you just admitted? You think I will help you calm her so you can keep fucking my wife?”
Swathi touched his arm again — firmer this time — shook her head once. Let him talk. Control the conversation.
Vikram breathed deep — forced his voice lower.
“You overstepped. You humiliated me. You humiliated her. And now you want me to protect your access?”
Remember Bharath, if i can throw Aadaharsh, how long it will take for me to do the same to you!
Bharath:
“I know it well. If you want to capitalize on it let me tell you I know my ways to make Mirnaa know your dark sides before you catch me. How is that?”
Vikram's eyes narrowed.
“Threaten me again. See what happens.”
Bharath softer: “Dear Vikram. Let us not break each other's agreements. You got what you wanted. I got what I wanted. We both won. But Aadharsh is still out. People say now he is hidden. For his attack in Noida few other political clients are furious with him so he is on escape. Understand the situation and act.”
Swathi typed again — showed Vikram: He is deflecting. Ask about Mirnaa now.
Vikram read it — leaned forward.
“Where is she right now?”
Bharath:
“In the villa. She has not left. She is angry , but she is still here. I moved to a separate room to give her space. She has not called me yet. The latest is she is guilty and wants to speak to you and confess all.. That is where i need your help now
Vikram:
You want me to cool her and make her have sex with you again?
Bharath: No, I don't want you to push her to depression. If she realized she was played by her own husband and a friend. Think about her turmoil. Just cool down the heat. Make sure you comfort and ease her. Say you are aware of it. You both can navigate through this.
Vikram: Stop complicating it.. I never want any of this.
Bharath:
“Then you decide. But if you explode, if you scold her — if you push her away, she will break. She is fragile right now. She thinks she betrayed you. She thinks you will hate her. If you confirm that — she will never recover. Accept her. Try to pass some confidence in her and Protect her. That is what a husband does.”
Vikram stayed silent for a long moment.
Swathi typed one last message — showed him: He is right about one thing. Do not break her. Not yet.
Vikram read it — exhaled long — and spoke calmer.
“We will talk later.”
The phone cut.
Vikram stared at the blank screen — jaw tight.
Swathi said softly:
“He is buying time. But you are in control now. Stay calm. When Mirna calls — listen. Accept first then. Protect her, but you need to deal with this bharath once the wave gets cleared..”
Vikram nodded slowly.
But inside, the fury still burned.
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Chapter 109 – Vikram's Plan – Swathi's Guidance
Goa – Beachfront Villa
Mirnaa came out of the room later for lunch. She had barely eaten, just picked at a fruit plate, — mind too tangled to focus on food. The villa felt too big and too quiet without Bharath's usual presence. She had expected him to come back, to console her, to explain, to fight for her forgiveness. His absence instead pushed her deeper into doubt.
Did I hurt him?
Did I misunderstand him?
Was the “thrill” comment just stupid dirty talk — not mockery?
Did he really leave because he cared about my space?
Her feet carried her toward room 407. She stood outside his door, hand raised to knock,heart pounding. Then she lowered it, turned and walked back to the villa. She could not face him yet.
Minutes later — a soft knock on her own door.
She opened it. Bharath stood there — casual shirt — no smile — just quiet eyes.
He spoke gently.
“If you need anything call me. I will be just here. I am just giving you space. I am just making sure you are fine.”
He left without waiting for an answer.
Mirnaa closed the door, locked it, walked back to the bed where she and Bharath had made love for the past few days. She lay down, curled on her side , staring at Vikram's voice note on her phone.
She pressed play again.
“Hey love… I had work all morning. Everything okay in Goa? I will call tonight when things slow down. Miss your voice. Love you.”
His voice was calm — warm — normal. No anger. No suspicion. Just love.
Tears filled her eyes. Guilt overpowered. She just wanted validation from him. Wanted to hear him say what she did was fine, that he still loved her, that she was not ruined. He knows all of it and he was okay.
She hugged the pillow — the one that still smelled faintly of Bharath — and cried herself into an uneasy sleep.
Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Evening
The living room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of the city below. Vikram sat on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. The phone call with Bharath had ended hours ago but the words still echoed in his skull like gunshots.
Swathi sat across from him with legs crossed holding a fresh cup of coffee she had just made. She watched him in silence for a long moment giving him space to breathe. Then she spoke softly.
“Vikram. Look at me.”
He lifted his head slowly. His eyes were red-rimmed — jaw tight — but the raw fury from earlier had settled into something colder — more calculated.
Virkam: Swathi, “I think I should finish him off.”
Swathi leaned forward.
“You cannot do that to him right now.
Not yet. Not like this.
If you do Mirnaa will break. She will get to know. She will blame herself. She will never forgive you.
And even if you do it hiding from her the sudden disappearance of Bharath will alarm Mirnaa once she learns it you will lose her forever.”
Vikram’s voice came out low and rough.
“He used her. He humiliated me while she was on her knees. He laughed about it. And you want me to do nothing?”
Swathi shook her head gently.
“I did not say do nothing. I said do it smart.
You are the Shadow King now. Shadows do not charge in with guns.
They wait. They plan. They strike when the enemy is weakest.”
She paused letting the words sink in.
“Your goal is to eliminate Bharath. But not at the cost of Mirna’s mind. She is fragile right now. She thinks she betrayed you. She thinks she is dirty. If you explode if you tell her the truth too soon she will shatter. Not just that if Bharath escape it someway, he will claim Mirna forever just for revenge. We cannot let that happen.”
We should also aware Bharath is not simple person he is cop, he know what we might do, he will have enough counter measures to safeguard himself. and with the current conditions, he will be more alarmed than before.
Vikram exhaled long and shaky.
“So what do we do?”
Swathi set her coffee down and leaned closer with voice steady and strategic.
“First you stay calm when she calls. Now you must make her believe you are okay with it.
Tell her you pushed her into this. Tell her you are sorry.
Tell her you still love her. Make her feel safe. Make her feel accepted.
That is the only way she will open up fully and not break.”
Vikram nodded slowly absorbing it.
“Second we do not reveal who you really are. Not yet. She still thinks you are the same old Vikram the driver the man who sacrificed everything for her. If she finds out you are the Shadow King or someone from dark business now the man who controls networks across four countries she will feel even more used. She will think everything was a lie. We keep that hidden until she is strong enough.”
Vikram rubbed his face with voice tired.
“And Bharath?”
Swathi’s eyes hardened.
“We neutralize him slowly. We do not rush. We let him think he is still in control. Let him think he is winning. The more he thinks that way the more mistakes he will make. We watch. We orchestrate things in the background. When the time is right when Mirnaa is safe and strong we cut him out completely. Maybe expose him to Aadharsh. Maybe use his own double-agent game against him. Maybe something quieter. But we do it without Mirnaa seeing your hand in it. Exactly do it after he had proper send off from your family after months.”
She reached out placed her hand on his knee gentle but firm.
“You are not alone in this anymore. I am here. Krish is here. We will help you protect her. We will help you destroy him. But we do it smart. Not with anger. With patience.”
Vikram looked at her with eyes searching then nodded slowly.
“You are right. I cannot lose her. Not after everything.”
“But one thing Krish need not know. I got a clarity on what to do with Bharath.”
Swathi smiled small and reassuring.
Vikram then mocked her lightly.
“How brainy you are. You have all potential to become the biggest schemer than us.”
Swathi smiled.
“Why do you think Krish married me?”
Vikram laughed — short — genuine.
Swathi said:
“Okay so this is it. You know what to do now.”
“Start by messaging her tonight. Keep it simple. Tell her you love her. Tell her you are not angry. Tell her you want her home when she is ready. Give her the safety she needs. The rest will follow.”
Vikram stared at his phone for a long moment.
Swathi said:
“I will join you tonight.”
They shared a smile.
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night 9 PM
Someone knocked on the door.
Mirnaa opened it.
It was Bharath.
She asked: “You said you will sleep in separate room? Why are you knocking now?”
Bharath said:
“It is time for confession so I thought of joining you now.”
Mirnaa stuck.
“No” she said.
“You may lie to him you may hide it from him. It is my personal issue. I will handle it.”
Bharath:
“Is that all you thought of me? Liar? Some sort of orchestrator? And that personal — am I not part of it?”
Mirnaa could not speak a word.
“I did not mean that way.”
Bharath said:
“Your issue is my issue because I am part of it. Okay no worries. You speak to him. I will stand nearby. If something goes uncontrollable I can help you. Just trust me on that.”
Mirnaa nodded.
She went near the bed, took her phone.
Bharath locked their room.
Mirnaa saw it.
Bharath came near her, sat too close to her.
Mirnaa just moved three inches away.
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Chapter 110 – The Call & THE NIGHT OF CONFESSION
Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Post Dinner
Vikram walked into his bedroom after dinner carrying his mobile in his hand. The screen stayed dark but his mind raced. He sat on the bed with his back against the headrest, knees drawn up slightly, staring at Mirnaa's name in the call log. Panic clawed at him. How to start? What words would not break her? What words would not expose the monster he had become? He kept opening and closing the message app, typing, deleting , typing again.
In the kitchen Swathi finished washing the utensils. She had shared a quiet romantic moment with Krish earlier, a soft kiss over the sink, his hand on her waist, a whispered promise for later. But now she sensed Vikram was probably on the phone or about to be. She dried her hands and turned to Krish.
“I will go check on Vikram. Bring him hot water please.”
Krish nodded — no questions. He still knew nothing of the full drama , only that Vikram was stressed about Mirnaa.
Swathi walked down the hallway wearing a simple sleeveless gown, thin cotton — modest but soft against her skin. She knocked lightly on Vikram's door and pushed it open.
Vikram looked up — startled — mobile still clutched in his hand.
Swathi smiled gently and sat on the edge of the bed. She moved closer — sat beside him — close enough that their shoulders almost touched.
“Are you ready?
Should I send a text first? Like are you free now — available for a call?”
Vikram looked at her
genuine — almost pleading.
“Swathi… should I restrict her? Should I tell her not to have sex with him anymore?”
Swathi looked at him steadily and shook her head.
“Do not do it.
Do not say do not have sex.
Do not say it is okay to continue to have sex.
Both are dangerous
Just console her.
Giving her permission is risky.
Denying also If you deny, Bharath may trick her for more?
What if she wants it? So never touch that topic.”
She paused — eyes softening. Looking at his confusions uneasiness
She said
“I am glad I have Krish. Even after so many things he never looks at me this way.
When a husband has sex outside it is acceptable
but when a wife does the same
You look at us as despicable.”
Vikram looked at her — surprised — ashamed.
Swathi continued:
“I do not blame you. That is how male society works and females are taught to think that way.”
She smiled faintly. But Krish is different , want to see him?
“Krish will come to give us hot water. Let me test him — see his reaction.”
She unbuttoned him and removed his shirts.
She made her gown little slip and her bra straps almost away from her elbow
Two minutes later Krish entered carrying a tray with a kettle and two cups.
“Hey bro, water is here.”
Swathi looked up — playful — teasing.
“Krish, I am staying with Vikram tonight. A congratulations night — for your boss.”
She winked
Krish raised an eyebrow — amused — not shocked.
“Vikram, I thought you were a good person, only focused on Mirnaa. But you are eyeing my wife”
Vikram flushed, stammered:
“She is joking — playing — I never intended…”
Swathi laughed lightly and said:
“See our CCTV — he actually drank my milk.”
Vikram:
“Swathi — do not do this.”
She was laughing — eyes sparkling.
Krish shrugged — completely unbothered.
“That is okay, as long as she wants I do not care. Should I take the baby to my room?”
Swathi:
“No — just bring me a condom please.”
Krish:
“Take it yourself you lazy ass.”
Swathi:
“Okay sweetheart — good night.”
Krish:
“Have a great night.”
He looked at Vikram — grinned — and said:
“You bastard — enjoy the night.”
He left, closing the door softly.
Vikram stared at Swathi — stunned.
“What… you guys are like this?”
Swathi laughed — soft — genuine.
“Yes, I said right, we are in an open marriage. But love never fades.”
Vikram was surprised, almost disbelieving, can a man be this unbothered..
Swathi became serious again.
“This will not suit everyone. You and Mirnaa are too emotional. This will not work in your case.”
A message popped up on Vikram's phone.
Call me — from Mirnaa.
Vikram's heart slammed against his ribs.
Swathi touched his arm.
“Breathe. You know what to do. Stay calm. Listen. Accept. Protect.”
Vikram nodded — thumb hovering — then pressed call.
THE NIGHT OF CONFESSION
Vikram sat on the edge of the bed with his phone pressed to his ear. Swathi sat beside him close enough that her shoulder brushed his silent but present. The room was dim with only the bedside lamp on casting soft shadows across the walls. His heart hammered against his ribs. Bharath's confession still burned in his mind but Swathi's words from earlier anchored him.
Stay calm. Listen. Accept. Protect.
The call connected.
“Mirnaa…”
Her voice came through small and trembling.
“Vikram… I need to tell you something.”
She paused with breath shaky as if the words were stuck in her throat.
“Bharath and I… we had sex. Multiple times. I believed you consented if I was okay with that.”
Vikram closed his eyes for a second steadying himself then spoke gently with voice low and warm.
“I know love. Bharath already told me everything.”
Silence stretched heavy and stunned.
Mirnaa whispered:
“You… know? He said?”
Vikram:
“Yes. I know.”
Mirnaa turned to Bharath who sat close beside her and asked him straight.
“What you said Bharath?”
Bharath intervened with a calm voice.
“I said you helped me get over my trauma. We started sex that way. I am at fault and you have nothing to do with it. I have also said we have sex multiple times as Vikram once said to me you are not opened up in sex. So I have convinced you just for training.”
Vikram interrupted gently.
“Mirnaa listen to me.”
Mirnaa:
“Did I do something wrong? I am confused about Vikram…”
Vikram:
“Darling calm down, you need not be in guilt. I pushed you into this. If someone has to be guilty it has to be me I am sorry. And moreover we did it to show gratitude to Bharath for safeguarding us from a lot of troubles.”
Mirnaa froze — stunned — tears spilling instantly.
You are not angry at me
Mirna: I don't know if he has said this, after the last training session when you called me, he had this in my mouth.. I felt humiliated, I could not bear someone bad mouthing you..
“I know everything. Bharath said that we had a quarrel over this. I am not okay with that either. He said it is some cheap thrill or dirty talk, nothing really offending us.
I want to let this go for friendship sake but now he must be aware of respect even if that crosses lines or boundaries.”
“I am on the same page with you on that darling. It is one of my earlier rules do not disrespect my wife.”
Vikram:
“I still think you have some concerns open up to me let me clear it.
Do you feel unsafe?
Do you want me to come over there and pick you up?
Did Bharath troubling you?
I will catch Dubai flight tomorrow.”
Mirna: “No he stays in the next room he gave me space. I am doing fine. He is not troubling.
It is just somewhere I started to believe you have not consented you are kept in the dark and I need to come out open and clean even if you think I am a bad person.”
Vikram: small laugh - “Darling I still and always love you. You are not a bad person. We will figure this out together. I assure you as long as whatever happens with your consent I am okay. When I meet you at home I will not judge you. When I meet you at home I just need you to circle your finger on my chest and tell me all the stories.”
“My love for you will never fade. Assured?”
Mirnaa:
“You are not angry? I really do not get it. I thought you would hate me you would be possessive.”
Vikram:
“No.
If something makes you happy I am happy.
If something makes you sad I am sad.
If something makes you angry I am angry as well.
If his sex satisfied you then I am happy for you.
If you want to break his legs I will do it.
It all depends on what you want. But when I come back let us figure it out let us go through it together. And yes I am possessive but not at cost of your happiness or needs. If someone tries to steal you I will show my true face.”
He laughed softly.
Mirnaa had a mild laugh at the same time tears flooding.
She cried harder with relief flooding through her.
“I love you… I am so sorry…”
Vikram:
“Baby why are you crying it is just sex. Leave it.”
Mirnaa:
“Okay… I love you ummah.”
The phone filled with kiss sounds. Swathi smiled. Bharath too smiled faintly.
Vikram:
“Confusions cleared?”
Mirnaa:
“Yes.”
Vikram:
“I will not leave you with unsafe hands. My happiness lies in your happiness. Do not hesitate to send me a voice or mail if something is odd. And do you want me to break Bharath's legs? I can come and do it.”
Mirnaa:
“No, let us leave it. Maybe he was just talking dirty talk…”
Vikram:
“Rest tonight. We will talk more tomorrow. Okay?”
Mirnaa:
“Okay… thank you… Love you… ummah.”
Ummah echoed.
The call ended.
Mirnaa set the phone down with tears still falling but the guilt for Vikram had lifted. Now the guilt was about Bharath.
The truth was open with no more doubts about him. Vikram knew and accepted. But her words seemed like an accusation on Bharath landed heavily that might have hurt him.
She looked at Bharath sitting quietly waiting.
He spoke softly.
“You okay now right?”
Mirnaa nodded, wiping her eyes.
Then I will retire to my room.
She notices he turns cold, the eyes, his body movement said it so
Mirna knows she hurted him with solid accusations in the name of doubt.
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Chapter 111 - The Long Game
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night
Bharath was about to leave the room.
Mirnaa’s voice stopped him — small and cracked.
“I am sorry.”
Bharath turned slowly. His eyes were distant. His voice came low and measured.
“Once trust is broken it cannot be rebuilt.”
He paused letting the silence press down between them.
“Somewhere I made a mistake. I should not have fallen in love”
He looked at her — expression wounded — voice softening just enough to sting.
“I sincerely loved you. And got hurt in return. You never trusted me. You loved Vikram more than loving me. I do not blame you. ”
Mirnaa opened her mouth to speak but no words came. Her chest tightened.
Bharath continued — quieter now.
“No more words. Your issues are sorted out. Just like you — I need some time as well to process.”
I'm glad atleast im not lier in your eyes.. Thankfully Vikram, like a gentleman, spoke what he had to..
She tried to calm him — stepped forward — hand reaching out.
“Bharath wait — please — I did not mean—”
But he had already turned. The door closed softly behind him.
Mirnaa stood frozen — heart sinking.
The silence felt louder than any shout.
She had hurt him.
The man who had laughed with her on the beach, held her when she cried ,told her he loved her — she had accused him, his intentions, his method, she didn't realise she had been slandering him.. Only after Vikram forgave her, she realised it .
She walked back to the bed — the same bed they had shared for days — and lay down. The sheets still carried his scent. Every inch reminded her of their love making.
She blamed herself for overreacting, for doubting Bharath, for turning on the one person who had been kind to her in Goa.
Guilt kept her awake the whole night. She replayed his words — his hurt eyes — his quiet exit. Sleep came only in fragments — restless — heavy with self-blame.
Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Same Night
Vikram and Swathi sat in the living room , voices low in the dim light.
Vikram rubbed his face — exhausted.
“What is next?”
Swathi leaned forward — calm — strategic.
“Just stay tight. Wait for the perfect moment.”
Vikram: When was the perfect moment will come, i feel like i need to beat him until his all blood comes out
Swathi: The day when he feels you can do nothing on them.
Let me throw some light… so you will know it
She paused — eyes steady.
“Mirnaa is assured now. Confident her marriage is doing fine. She feels accepted. Loved. That is good. But Bharath is not finished. He will use her guilt. He will make her feel she hurt him deeply. She will apologize tomorrow — seek him out — try to fix it. He will forgive slowly. Pull her closer again.”
Vikram’s jaw tightened.
“So he gets her back.”
Swathi:
“For now, yes. We let him think he is in control. Let him think things are happening his way. Let Mirnaa think you did not make the issue larger. You absolutely have no grudge on him. But in the background we orchestrate events that split them apart. They should never know they got split.”
Vikram:
“How?”
Swathi: Once they came back from Chennai, make move.
“Burden him with work. Fake emergencies. Underworld rumors. Something that pulls him away makes him leave Chennai. Make it look like his own choice. Make it look like Aadharsh or some old enemy is closing in. He will get stuck in his own troubles.
Mirnaa will think he is away for work. She will miss him at first — but slowly she will adjust. She will never doubt at any instance.. She will forget him completely and come back to you fully.”
Because whatever you do now will have an effect, from what they confessed i hear, she buy the drama of Bharath’s love, she thinks Bharath loves him.. That height of stupidity she should not care for it, but she does.. It would turn as a weapon against you… so this is the first way. Isolate him from Mirna, mentally, physically, without even they know it is..
Vikram:
“And then?”
Swathi’s eyes hardened.
“That is the time you unleash his enmity on him. When he is far from Mirnaa. When he feels safe. When he is unaware. We strike quietly. No trace back to you. No trauma for her. Months from now — after he has left your house permanently — after he has faded from her life. That is when the perfect time..”
Vikram nodded slowly — absorbing it.
“Will they continue the affair now?”
Swathi: Mostly, Bharath will definitely make a move..
Vikram looked worried — eyes distant.
Swathi leaned in — kissed his cheek softly.
“Do not worry. I am here. Let us sleep now.”
She stood — playful glint in her eye.
“Shall we make some fucking noises? Let us irritate Krish.”
Vikram gave a tired laugh.
“I am not in your game.”
Swathi rose to leave — heading toward her bed.
Vikram stopped her — voice quiet.
“You are beautiful. Gorgeous. No doubt many eyed you.”
Swathi turned — teasing smile.
“You eye me now?”
Vikram:
“You know I am not in the mood.”
Swathi:
“I know. Good night.”
She left the room.
Vikram sat alone — staring at his phone — mind already turning to the long game ahead.
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Chapter 112 - Jetskiing & Her Hold
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Morning
Mirnaa woke up early. She had barely slept. The night had been terrible for her ,guilt kept replaying every word she had said to Bharath on the phone. She felt she had accused him unfairly, hurt the man who had been kind to her, the man who had made her laugh and feel safe in Goa.
She got ready for breakfast, simple kurti and jeans, hair tied back, and waited in the living room. She kept glancing toward Bharath’s door. He had not come out yet.
Her phone rang. Vikram’s name.
She answered quickly — voice soft.
“Good morning darling.”
Vikram’s voice came warm and calm.
“Good morning. What are you doing?”
Mirnaa:
“Getting ready for breakfast and Waiting for Bharath.”
Vikram: “He came out?”
Mirnaa: “No. He is still sleeping in his room.”
Vikram: “No plans for the day?”
Mirnaa: “No. Ever since the issue between us he did not take me anywhere. He just stays in his room and I stay in mine.”
Vikram: “Hmmm. Did you guys quarrel after?”
Mirnaa: “No. But I apologized for thinking bad about him.”
Vikram:“Did he forgive?”
Mirnaa:“No. Seems like he is hurt. He was telling me trust is broken and his love could not compete with yours.”
Vikram laughed softly.“None can. He is spitting the truth.”
Mirnaa smiled a little — uneasy.
“When are you coming back?”
Vikram: “In three days. On the fourth day I will be there in our house.”
Mirnaa: “I miss our house. The beach sound. The pool inside. The garden. All would miss us right?”
Vikram: “Yes baby. But you know I am happy for a lot of things.”
Mirnaa smiled.“What are you that happy about?”
Vikram:“I am not there in your room but you fought him for even remotely hurting me by using my name in his sex act.”
Mirnaa felt a little proud but uneasy to speak again. A pause, a silence.
Vikram: “Okay I am on leave today. Relaxing. Mostly sleeping. If you want, call me.”
Mirnaa: “Sure. I guess I need to console and apologize to Bharath first. He has been a support and fun to be with for the past few days.”
Vikram: “Drag him out. Relax. You guys have to be in the same place for a few more days.”
Mirnaa smiled. “Don't you even feel jealous?”
Vikram: “I do feel. But business I am here. You're there.”
They talked for a few more minutes — soft words — gentle reassurance — then the call ended.
Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Same Morning
Swathi came into Vikram’s room just as the call ended.
She asked:
“When are you leaving? Why are you delaying?”
Vikram:
“Aadharsh is still hiding. My warehouses are piling up. I cannot blow the plans I set up there. It is a preplanned setup. Once done I will move to Chennai. I am awaiting Krish’s nod.”
Swathi:
“Let us go for breakfast.”
Goa same time
Bharath stepped out — casual t-shirt and shorts — eyes tired but calm.
Mirnaa spoke first — voice soft.
“Breakfast?”
He nodded once.
They walked to the villa’s small dining area in silence. Their hands did not touch. She stayed a step closer than necessary. But he seems to be maintaining distance.
At the table she finally said:
“I am sorry. Do you still have that in your heart?”
Bharath looked at her — expression guarded.
“I am trying to forget it. Do not remind me.”
Mirnaa nodded quickly.
“Okay. Let us do one thing. Let us go out somewhere. Relax ourselves. Forget whatever it is.”
Bharath considered for a moment then said:
“Okay.”
Before they could leave his phone rang. He excused himself and stepped away.
It was Rishi.
Rishi: “How is it going?”
Bharath kept his voice low.
“As you said. Things are moving. I am acting like a victim in pain.”
Rishi: “Continue it. What else did she say?”
Bharath: “She is trying to cling to me. Guilt is eroding her boundary again. Lol.”
Rishi: “Utilize it. Take her somewhere. Tell her to let us relax. Involve in games that make you people touch each other. Some sort of balance game. Stay gentle till night.”
Bharath: “Won’t I hear what you say?” But even before you tell me the idea she wanted me to take her somewhere to see. She is easy man
Rishi:Coo, then “Just let me know her reactions. I will come up with the next set of plans.” Take her to water games its a place where she can miss out balance and clingon you physical touches.. remember.
Bharath: “Sure mate.”
He returned to Mirnaa.
“Where do you want to go?”
Mirnaa: “Somewhere where you would forget and relax.”
Bharath: “Jet skiing. Boat surfs are popular here. Maybe let us try that.”
Mirnaa smiled — relieved.“Okay.”
They travelled to a different location for Jet Sking in the premium rental car, he pre booked
“Ready?”
He nodded.
They walked out together. No hand-holding. She stayed close. The beach air felt warm and salty. Bharath had already booked the jet ski through the hotel desk. A small speedboat waited at the shore with two jet skis tied behind it.
The instructor gave quick safety instructions. Life jackets. Throttle control. How to lean into turns. Bharath listened carefully. Mirnaa stood beside him nervous but trying to smile.
Bharath turned to her.
“You want to ride together or separate?”
Mirnaa hesitated only a second.
“Together.”
He gave a small nod. No smile. But something softened in his eyes.
They climbed onto one jet ski. Bharath sat in front. Mirnaa settled behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist tentative at first. The instructor pushed them off. The engine roared to life. Water sprayed around them as Bharath accelerated.
At first it was slow. Gentle waves. Mirnaa held lightly. Then Bharath opened the throttle. The jet ski surged forward bouncing over the swells. Mirnaa gasped tightened her grip. Her chest pressed against his back. Her thighs gripped his hips to stay balanced. Every turn made her lean with him. Bodies moving insync. Water splashing up. Her laughter mixing with nervous squeals.
Bharath slowed for a moment let the jet ski idle on the water.
“You okay back there?”
Mirnaa laughed breathless hair plastered to her face.
“Yes. This is fun.”
He turned his head slightly voice low over the engine hum.
“Hold tighter. Next part has bigger waves.”
She tightened her arms chin resting on his shoulder for a second. The contact felt natural safe familiar. Bharath accelerated again. They hit a larger swell. The jet ski lifted came down hard. Mirnaa yelped arms locking around him. Her whole body pressed flush against his back. Bharath laughed real this time and slowed to circle back.
They rode for almost an hour. Switching roles once. Mirnaa driving. Bharath behind her. His hands on her waist to steady her. Every bump every turn every laugh brought them closer. Physical touches unavoidable. Innocent on the surface but charged underneath.
When they finally returned to shore both were soaked laughing breathless. Bharath helped her off the jet ski. His hand lingered on her waist a second longer than necessary. Their fingers brushed as he steadied her. Then their hands touched fully — palm to palm — for a brief moment as she stepped onto the sand.
Mirnaa looked at him eyes soft.
“Thank you. Thanks for coming back to what you are”
Bharath smiled small careful.
Mirna asked next?
Lets go to car first, When we reach our hotel it would be 6 PM, what we would do then lets just have dinner.
Rishi meanwhile sent a location, Salsa dance , drive slow hit there.. make it you gone there for some other quick chat but unintentionally gone to the spot. act.
Bharath begins..
If you still want something, lets stop somewhere and try some evening snacks.
Mirna said anything...
Bharath Smirked.
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Chapter 113 - The Salsa and Lies.
Rishi had sent Bharath the location earlier A small open air beach shack. It hosted evening salsa nights. Low lights. Live music. Couples swaying on a wooden floor right beside the sea. Rishi’s message was short.
Drive slow. Hit there. Act like you just stumbled upon it. Make it look unintentional.
Bharath read it twice then deleted the chat.
Mirnaa agreed quickly. She still carried the morning’s guilt. She still wanted to make things right.
They drove along the coastal road with windows down. Warm breeze carried salt and music. Bharath kept the speed low. Casual. As if he had no destination. When the shack came into view with fairy lights strung between palm trees and faint salsa rhythm drifting out he slowed the car.
Look at that. Seems like a dance night.
Mirnaa leaned forward. Her eyes brightened.
This looks fun. Let us just enter here.
Bharath hesitated. He acted perfectly. Voice uncertain.
I do not know. It looks like a couple thing. Romantic dance. I am not sure.
Mirnaa turned to him. Voice soft but determined.
Come on. I want to try. Back in my church days in the village my friends and I used to dance sometimes. Not like this but it was fun. Let us do it.
She smiled small and hopeful.
Bharath looked at her for a long second then gave a slow nod.
Okay. Let us try.
They parked and walked in. The shack was half full. Couples moving slowly to the beat. Instructor calling basic steps from the side. No pressure. No crowd. Just relaxed sunset energy.
Bharath paid for a quick beginner lesson. The instructor paired them up. Showed the basic salsa rhythm. Side step. Back step. Turn. Bharath stood stiff at first. Hesitant. Like a man still nursing a wound.
Mirnaa took his hand. Gentle. Guiding.
Follow me. It is easy.
They started moving. Amateur steps. Clumsy at first. Laughing when they stepped on each other’s feet. Bharath kept his hold light. Polite. But every turn brought them closer. Her hand rested on his shoulder. His palm settled on her waist. Their hips brushed once. Twice. As they tried the basic turn. Her chest grazed his on a slow spin. Their fingers laced together. Warm. Steady. Holding through every step.
Nothing more than that. No bold moves. No grinding. Just amateur dancing. Bodies touching naturally. Rhythm pulling them in sync. Mirnaa laughed freely. Eyes bright. Guilt easing with every shared smile. Bharath smiled too. Small. Careful. But his eyes stayed watchful. He acted like he was not fully recovered. Like he was still carrying the hurt. But inside he was warming up exactly as planned.
They danced for thirty minutes. Sweating lightly. Breathing close. Then thanked the instructor and left.
The drive back was quiet. Comfortable. The earlier distance shrinking.
Goa – Beachfront Villa – 9 PM
They had a quiet dinner on the villa terrace. Candlelight. Simple Goan fish curry and rice. Conversation stayed light.
Safe topics. The waves. The food.
The sunset colors. Bharath spoke little. Still playing the wounded role. But he listened to her every word.
After dinner Mirnaa finally said it. Voice low.
I am apologizing for the nth time. I am sorry.
Bharath looked at her. Expression guarded. Voice quiet.
He did not speak much at first.
Mirnaa continued.
I have not slept thinking about the guilt. I feel terrible.
Bharath finally spoke. Voice raw. Controlled.
You think I slept last night?
The moment the lights went out the thoughts of your accusation hit me raw. I could not sleep.
You doubted me. You asked sorry easily.
I was the receiver of blame. What would be a medicine to my wound?
There is nothing. And coming from someone whom you loved.
It is even more painful.
Mirna could not say anything. Her eyes filled again.
Bharath thought Mirna buy all my lies lol
Bharath stood.
Let us go.
They walked together toward their rooms. 406 and 407. Side by side. Quiet.
At her door Mirna stopped.
Mirna began: We are friends right... Come. Let us sleep here. Like last time I'm on couch you sleep on bed.
Don't be alone.
Bharath shook his head. Gentle but firm.
No. You sleep there. But do not hesitate to call me when something is uneasy.
The place is safe yet you are staying alone.
Last night I came out to give you space....and went to the room but I have been guarding your room right here staying all night.
(Another casual lie)
Mirna was shocked. Eyes widening.
You stayed outside my room?
Bharath gave a small nod. No elaboration.
Good night.
He entered 407. Door closing softly.
Mirnaa stood there. Stunned.
Guilt and warmth mixing inside her. He had stayed awake.
Protecting her. Even after she hurt him.
She went inside her room. Closed the door.
But the distance between 406 and 407 felt smaller than ever.
She changed her dress, sat on bed, memories keeps flooding.
His protection last night everything.. she decided to speak to him..
she determined, she reached her doors to open.
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Chapter 114 – The Questions
Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Late Night
The room was quiet after their conversation. Vikram sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders heavy with everything they had discussed. He looked at Swathi, who stood near the door, ready to leave for her own room.
“I am sorry for how I acted earlier,” he said quietly. “I should not have pushed things in front of Krish like that. I will speak with him when the time is right. I do not want to create more problems between you two.”
Swathi gave him a small, understanding smile.
“It is okay. We will handle it. Get some rest now.”
She turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Vikram lay back on the bed. The lights were off. The city hummed faintly outside the window. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly.
Beach Resort – Early Morning
Vikram woke up in a beach resort. The room was bright with morning light. The sound of waves came through the open balcony door. He felt disoriented but stood up. He was wearing only a towel around his waist.
A calling bell rang sharply.
He walked to the door and opened it.
Aadharsh stood there, holding a weapon in his hand. His face was twisted with rage.
“You were just a driver after all. Now you call yourself the Shadow King? How dare you?”
Vikram pushed him back hard and slammed the door shut. He locked it quickly. His heart pounded. Panic rose in his chest. He turned and ran toward the guest room to alert Bharath.
But the room was empty. Bharath had already left the house.
When he was about to run to his own bedroom, he froze at the doorway.
Mirnaa and Bharath were having sex in their bedroom. Mirnaa was on top, riding him slowly, her moans filling the room. Bharath gripped her hips, guiding her movements.
Vikram’s stomach dropped. He stepped back and saw photos pasted on the door. Photos of him and Malavika having sex. Clear. Explicit. Unmistakable.
He thought Vicky was the reason for all this. He wanted to blame him. He pulled out his phone with shaking hands and called Vicky.
Manya picked up instead.
Her voice was cold and mocking.
“Why have you reached me yet? Do not you tell me I am the perfect revenge tool?”
Vikram felt uneasy. His hands trembled. He hung up and rushed to the kitchen.
Krish and Swathi were quarrelling there. Their voices were loud and angry.
“You are spending too much time with him,” Krish said.
Swathi replied sharply.
“It is none of your business. We are in an open marriage, remember?”
Vikram dragged Swathi away from the argument.
“We need to warn Mirnaa. Aadharsh is nearing.. Bharath is back... Now.”
But before they could move, Aadharsh broke through the bedroom door with a loud crash. Wood splintered everywhere.
Vikram was shocked.
Mirnaa came in between them to protect Vikram.
Aadharsh attacked.
The blade flashed.
Mirnaa cried out in pain.
........ Krish and Swathi's Apartment – 5 AM
Vikram woke up suddenly.
His heart was racing. Sweat covered his body. He sat up in bed, breathing hard. The dream felt too real. Too close.
He looked at the clock. It was five in the morning.
He realised something important. Ever since he achieved the Shadow King title, he had been idle. He had not addressed the shattering happenings around him. He had let things drift. Let Bharath get closer to Mirnaa. Let secrets pile up. Let his own darkness grow unchecked.
He questioned himself in the dark room.
No. No, Vikram. Do not be idle.
Some questions are still unanswered
1. What happens to Aadhars! Now powerless will he continue be a threat
2. Will Bharath reveal vikram's secret to retain his hold on Mirna?
3. How will you remove Bharath from your space without alerting or bothering Mirna
4. How will you utilize Manya? What is that new secrets of Bharath?
5. When you will come clean to Mirna?
6. Whats the status of the bigshot who tried molest mirna in hospital
7. What is your future with krish and Swathi , especially Kirsh after having a misunderstanding?
He listed the things he must do, whispering them to himself like a vow.
First, Aadharsh must be totally cut down. Completely removed from the picture.
Second, Bharath must be totally isolated from Mirnaa, emotionally and physically. No more contact. No more influence.
Third, his secrets must stay buried. No one can know the full truth about the Shadow King.
Fourth, he must come clean with Mirnaa. Eventually. When she is strong enough.
Fifth, he must make things smooth again between Krish and Swathi. He cannot destroy their marriage in the process.
Sixth, reach Manya..
It seemed highly tricky at this time. Almost impossible. But he was determined.
He got out of bed. The long game was no longer enough. He needed to start moving.
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Chapter 115 - Vikram's Sorry and Bharath's freuqncy request.
Vikram woke up restless after the dream. His mind was already in action mode. The empire Sekaran once built was safe under his control now. The Shadow King title had settled firmly on his shoulders. But he felt the weight of everything he had left unaddressed. He decided it was time to return to Chennai. He needed to be near Mirnaa. He needed to start moving on the five points he had listed in the dark.
He came out of the bedroom. The apartment was quiet. No one in the hall. He heard faint sounds from the kitchen.
He walked in. Krish stood at the counter pouring coffee.
Krish saw him and nodded.
“Good morning.”
Vikram returned the greeting.
“Good morning.”
Krish glanced toward the hallway.
“Swathi is still in bed. Tired.”
Vikram nodded.
“I did not look for her yet. But I wanted to talk with you.”
Krish set the coffee pot down. He looked at Vikram steadily.
“Regarding?”
They stood in silence for a moment. Then Krish walked toward the balcony. Vikram followed.
They sat outside. The city spread out below them in the morning haze. Coffee cups steamed between them. The silence stretched for a long minute before Vikram spoke
.
“I am sorry for the way I acted yesterday. And the day before. I should not have shown off like that in front of you. I crossed a line. I know it.”
Krish looked at him. His face was calm but his eyes carried something heavier.
“It is not just showing off. It is how it happened.
Swathi never allowed anyone she had been with to do sexual things outside the bedroom.
You fucked her in the kitchen.
Then kissed her on the balcony.
Right in front of me.
Two days in a row you had sex with her.
She never did back-to-back with the same person before. Other than me.”
Vikram exhaled slowly.
“The first day we did not have sex. She was just teasing you.
It was only the second day. Even though it was not planned.
She was telling me her worries and concerns. She shared long stories and got tired. We slept.
But in the middle of the night I approached her. I was in the mood, she didnt say no.. We had sex. I did not plan it. It just happened.”
Krish nodded. He looked away toward the skyline.
“She wants me to leave this network. Start a restaurant chain. Settle somewhere in India. She is done with the risk I face here. She wanted to speak to you about it. She thinks you can help me exit cleanly. Is that the thing she was discussing with you?”
Vikram looked at him.
“Yes.. She is right. You should. She is worried about you, the risk here in business.
I will make sure you walk away with everything you need. No loose ends. No threats. You deserve that.”
Krish met his eyes.
“Thank you. But it is not as simple as you think. But I will try to think for her.”
Vikram stood up.
“I am going back to Chennai today. I cannot wait here while Mirnaa is there alone.”
Krish raised an eyebrow.
“Today? You were supposed to stay longer.”
Vikram:
“I need to see her. Aadharsh is nowhere to find... Something feels off.”
He did not reveal anything about Bharath and Mirnaa. Not yet.
Vikram asked:
“Any word on Aadharsh?”
Krish shook his head.
“We tried to spot him. Nothing. Every big shot middleman, every link associated with him cut ties the moment they heard the Shadow King is back. Someone truly replaced Sekaran. But no one knows it is you.”
Vikram gave a small nod.
“Good. Keep it that way.”
He turned to leave.
Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same Morning
Mirnaa woke in Bharath’s arms. The sheets were tangled around their bodies. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. Bharath was already awake. He kissed her shoulder softly.
“Good morning.”
They had slow morning sex. Gentle at first. Then deeper. His hands roamed her body. Her moans filled the quiet room. When they came together she held him tight. Her breath was shaky. Her body still trembled.
Afterward she lay on his chest. Voice quiet.
Bharath spoke first.
“Mirnaa I have a concern.”
She lifted her head.
“What?”
Bharath:
“I cannot suddenly withdraw from this. From our relationship. Instead of stopping let us reduce the frequency. From every day to twice a day. Then thrice a week. Then on weekends. Then monthly once. Then none.”
Mirnaa murmured softly. Her body was still under his control. Another wave of pleasure lingered inside her.
“Mmm.”
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it.
A message from Vikram.
Good morning darling.
Attached was an image of a flight ticket. Scheduled for three hours from now. He was returning to Chennai tomorrow.
Mirnaa stared at the screen.
“So I need to get back to Chennai tomorrow? Three more days promise is diluted?”
Bharath looked at the phone. Then at her.
He smiled gently.
“It is okay. We still have today. And tomorrow evening we can return to chennai by flight..”
Mirnaa did not reply. Her mind was already racing
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