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Chapter 116 - Erotic moment before the flight - Swathi's Assurance. 


Swathi stood in the hallway after Krish told her what had happened.
Her expression softened. 

She looked at Krish for a long moment.

“Give me an hour.”

Krish understood. He nodded quietly and walked away.

Swathi entered Vikram’s bedroom. 

He was packing the last of his things. 
She closed the door behind her and locked it.



Vikram turned. Before he could speak, Swathi stepped close and gently pushed him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Her simple sleeveless gown rode up her thighs.

You are leaving? Why you did'nt tell me?

“You started sex without a word that night, it was quick but not memorable, even the kitchen encounter was too bad” 

she whispered, her voice low and husky.

Do i look like a bitch who just satisfy your needs. 
I planned to go my way when you would stay here for few more days.. 
but you are trying to leave early..?
It should be double way. Not one way... come lets do it proper now..

Vikram blinked
He said i just apologized to your husband

Swathi : I know, i informed him, he know meaning of my words and he let me to do..

 “Your flight is in three hours. I  need an hour, for a proper session, this one hour is ours.”

She leaned down and kissed him deeply. Her hands moved slowly, pulling his shirt open. 

Vikram responded, but there was a slight hesitation in his touch. His hands slid under her gown, gripping her bare hips. He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion. The gown slipped off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then a little harder. 

Swathi moaned softly, her back arching off the bed.

He moved lower, kissing down her stomach, spreading her legs wide. His tongue found her, licking slowly at first, then with more hunger. Swathi’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. 

Her moans grew louder, but there was a tenderness in the way she held him. She came quickly, shuddering against his mouth, her hand stroking his hair as if comforting him.

Vikram did not stop. He moved up, entered her in one deep thrust. Swathi cried out softly, wrapping her legs around him. 

1 hour of relentless move from both 

He moved inside her with deep, steady strokes. Not frantic, but full of need. Skin pressed against skin. Swathi’s nails traced gentle patterns down his back. She came again, her body trembling violently beneath him. Vikram followed, groaning low as he emptied inside her.


They lay together afterward, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Swathi turned to him, her hand resting on his chest. She traced slow circles there.

“Do not rush,” she whispered. “Mirnaa must feel safe first. If you expose Bharath now, he will expose you back. If you do anything to harm him, she will defend him out of guilt. So stay calm. Accept. Then do it when things are in your control.”


Vikram nodded slowly. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, his voice quieter than usual.

“I understand. But it is hard. Knowing he is there with her. Knowing what he is doing to her. I keep thinking about how I started all of this.”

Swathi shifted closer, resting her head on his shoulder.

“You did what you had to do at the time. We both know that. But now you have to protect her heart more than anything else. 


She needs to feel loved. Accepted. Not judged. That is the only way she will come back to you whole.”

Vikram turned his head to look at her. His hand found hers and held it.

“Thank you. For being here. For helping me see clearly. I do not know what I would do without you right now.”

Swathi smiled softly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles.

“You are not alone in this. We are in it together. As friends. As companions. Whatever happens, I am here.”

They lay like that for a few more minutes, the silence comfortable, filled with an unspoken understanding. Then Swathi kissed his cheek gently.
“Come. Let us get you ready.”

They dressed quietly. Swathi helped him with his bag. When they stepped out, Krish was waiting in the living room. He looked at both of them, then at Vikram.

“Safe flight.”

Vikram nodded.
“Thank you for everything.”

Krish and Swathi drove him to the airport. At the departure gate, Swathi hugged him tightly, holding on a little longer than usual.

“Be careful. And remember what I said. You are stronger than you think.”

Vikram boarded the flight. As the plane took off, he looked out the window at the city below. His mind was already in Chennai.

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Chapter 117 – The Net Tightens - Aadharsh smells betrayal of Bharath



Flight from Dubai to Chennai – Midday

Vikram sat in the first-class cabin, window seat, the hum of the engines a steady background. 
The cabin lights were dimmed. Most passengers slept or watched screens. 
He did neither. His laptop was open on the tray table, screen angled so no one could see. 
A secure VPN connection blinked green in the corner.

He typed a short encrypted message to his lead intelligence handler in Chennai.

Urgent update required. Full sweep on Aadharsh. 

Current location, recent movements, any communication with Bharath or his circle. Priority one. No trace. Report within the hour.

He hit send and leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment. The dream from last night still lingered — the blade, Mirnaa stepping in front, the blood. He rubbed his temple. The guilt was quieter now, but the urgency was louder. He could not afford to be idle anymore.


His phone vibrated once — a secure notification. The report had already started coming in. He opened the encrypted attachment.
The file loaded quickly.

Aadharsh had smelled the double-agent work. That much was confirmed. 
He had sent men to search for Bharath — discreet teams, not direct employees. 
They had started in Chennai, then moved to Trichy. But the trail had gone cold.
Bharath had smartly diverted him suspecting Adarsh move..

But Vikram is unsure, if aadharsh had smelled it..  He sent a cryptic message to Bharath telling about Aadharsh had smelled.


After the Noida attack, other bigshots had turned against Aadharsh. The political and underworld alliances that once protected him had fractured. His own people were distancing themselves. 

The search had stopped abruptly two days ago.


Aadharsh was hiding like a wounded lion.

Not at his sister’s place. Not at any known safe house. Not in any of the usual luxury properties. The report listed three possible locations — a remote farmhouse near Ooty, a private yacht docked off Kochi, and an old colonial bungalow in Pondicherry under a shell company name. All were low-probability, but they were the only leads left.


Vikram’s jaw tightened. He scrolled further.

Attached was a photo. Grainy, taken from long range. Aadharsh stepping out of a black SUV at night. Face half-hidden by a cap. But the posture, the way he moved — it was him. The timestamp was forty-eight hours old. Location: outskirts of Chennai.

Vikram leaned forward. His pulse quickened.

The net was closing, but Aadharsh was still moving. Still dangerous. Still capable of lashing out.
He typed another message to the handler.

Deploy surveillance on all three sites. Discreet. No contact. I want eyes on him 24/7. 
If he moves toward Bharath or Mirnaa, I want to know immediately.


He sent it, then opened a second encrypted channel — this one to a different team.

Activate phase two on Bharath. [encrypted informations sent]

He closed the laptop. Looked out the window at the clouds below. The flight had another three hours left. 
His mind was already on the ground in Chennai. On Mirnaa. On Bharath. 
On the moment he would walk through the door of their beach house and see her face.

He whispered to himself, barely audible.

“Stay calm. Accept. Then control.”

But the words felt thinner now. The dream had cracked something open inside him. 
He could no longer pretend everything was under control.

He decided to reopen the mail and read again the detailed scoop on Manya

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Chapter 118 – The First Night


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same Morning


Bharath’s phone buzzed again on the nightstand. He reached for it, still inside Mirnaa, their bodies slick and slow. He glanced at the screen while keeping his rhythm gentle.

The message was from Vikram. Short. Direct.

Warning: Aadharsh has smelled the double-agent work. He is searching for you. Stay sharp. I am on my way back. Arriving Chennai tomorrow evening. We need to talk.

Bharath read it once. Then twice. No panic crossed his face. He had anticipated this for weeks. Aadharsh was not stupid — he had started sniffing around after the Noida fallout. Bharath had made sure of that. He had planted false trails deliberately: fake hotel bookings in Kochi under his name, burner phone pings from there, even a staged sighting at a Kochi dock. Aadharsh’s men were combing Kerala right now, hundreds of kilometers away. Goa remained clean. Safe. For a few more days.

He set the phone face-down and looked back at Mirnaa. She was watching him, eyes half-lidded from pleasure, but curious.
“Everything okay?”

Bharath smiled. Gentle. Reassuring. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, slowing his thrusts to a lazy rock.
“Just work. Nothing we cannot handle.”

He pulled out slowly, kissed her forehead, then her lips again. His hand slid down her side, cupping her hip.

“Vikram is on his way back. Arriving tomorrow evening. We still have today. And tonight. Let us make them count.”
Mirnaa nodded. Her body relaxed beneath him again. But her mind flickered — tomorrow evening. Three days had become less than two. The promise felt fragile now.

Bharath sensed it. He rolled them so she was on top again. His hands guided her hips, encouraging her to move.

“We will face him together. You and me. We will smile. We will be normal. He does not need to know how deep this went. He forgave us already. He said it himself — he pushed you into this. He will not ask questions if we do not give him reasons.”

Mirnaa swallowed. She started moving again — slow circles — but her voice was hesitant.
“But… how do we act normal after everything? After all these nights? After the way you touch me? After I… after we…”

Bharath lifted her chin gently. Looked into her eyes.

“Because we are adults. Because we both know what this is. A goodbye. A memory. We will keep it locked away. In Chennai we go back to being friends. Colleagues. Nothing more. No touches. No secret glances. We will be careful. For his sake. For yours. For mine.”

He kissed her again. Deeper this time. His hands moved to her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples.

“And until then… let me love you the way I want. Let me give you everything I have left. So when we leave this place, we both carry something beautiful. Not just guilt.”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched. She nodded slowly.
“Okay.”

She began to rock again. Faster now. Her hips rolling. Breasts bouncing softly. Bharath watched her — eyes dark with hunger. He caught her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently, thumbs teasing the nipples. Mirnaa moaned louder. Her rhythm quickened. She leaned forward, hair falling around them like a curtain. Their faces close. She kissed him hard. 

Then deeper. Her movements grew bolder. She rose and fell, taking him fully each time. A low moan escaped her. Bharath stayed still at first — letting her lead — then his hips began to meet hers. Matching her pace. Pushing her higher.

She came again. Shuddering hard. Collapsing forward onto his chest. Breathing ragged.
Bharath held her close. Kissed her temple.

“See? This is what we have. Just for now. Just for these hours.”

Mirnaa whispered against his neck.
“You said you would reduce frequency.”

Bharath laughed softly.

“Yes. I did. But Vikram is coming tomorrow evening. We have today. Tonight. Tomorrow morning maybe. Then we slow down. We have to. For him. For us.”

He rolled them over. Kissed her deeply.

“But right now… let me love you one more time.”
Mirnaa nodded. Eyes shining.
“Okay.”


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Midday


Bharath had decided. He did not want the remaining hours to be only sex-filled. Not anymore. He wanted to build something deeper, something emotional that would linger in Mirnaa’s mind long after they left this place. He wanted her to carry him not just in her body, but in her heart — at least for a little while longer.

He dressed in a simple white linen shirt and shorts. Mirnaa came out of the bedroom in a light blue sundress — the kind that floated around her legs when she walked. She looked fresh, innocent, beautiful. Bharath felt a sharp tug inside his chest. He pushed it down quickly.

“Come. Let us go out.”
Mirnaa smiled, surprised.

“Where?”

“A popular seaside restaurant. Lunch. Then evening shopping at the market. Normal things. Things couples do.”
Mirnaa hesitated for a second. Then nodded.

“Okay.”
They walked hand in hand along the narrow lanes to the restaurant. It sat right on the beach — open on three sides, tables under palm-thatched roofs, waves crashing a few meters away. The waiter recognized Bharath and gave them the best table — corner, private, facing the sea.

They ordered fresh seafood — grilled prawns, fish curry, coconut rice. Bharath fed her the first prawn from his hand. Mirnaa laughed softly, cheeks pink.
“You are feeding me like a child.”

Bharath smiled.

“No. Like someone I care about.”
He leaned closer.

“I want you to remember this. Not just the nights. The days too. The way we laughed. The way we walked together. The way I looked at you like you were the only person in the world.”

Mirnaa looked down at her plate. Her smile faded a little.
“Bharath… we have to stop soon. Vikram is coming tomorrow evening.”

Bharath nodded slowly.

“I know. That is why I want today to be different. Let us fill it with good things. So when you think of Goa, you think of this — not just guilt.”
They talked for a long time. About nothing important. About music they liked. Places they had never been. Dreams they had when they were younger. Bharath listened carefully. He asked questions. He laughed at her stories. He touched her hand across the table — light, companionable touches. Not possessive. Not sexual. Just warm.

Mirnaa relaxed. Her smile returned. Real this time.

Evening – Famous Market Place

The market was alive with color and sound. Stalls lined both sides of the street — handmade jewelry, cotton scarves, wooden carvings, spices, beach dresses. Bharath held her hand the whole time. Fingers laced. Thumbs brushing knuckles. He bought her a silver anklet — simple, delicate. Knelt in the middle of the crowd to put it on her.

“Every step you take in Chennai, you will feel it. You will remember me.”
Mirnaa laughed, embarrassed but pleased.
“You are impossible.”

He bought her a scarf — soft blue, the color of her dress. Wrapped it around her shoulders himself. Then bought a small wooden carving of a couple holding hands.

“For your shelf. So you see us every day.”

He asked her to buy something for Vikram — a leather wallet, simple but elegant.

“Give it to him when he arrives. Tell him you saw it and thought of him. He will like that.”

Mirnaa did. Her innocence, her smile, her smoothness kept torturing him inside. Every time she laughed, every time she leaned against him while looking at something, he felt it — a sharp ache. He told himself silently:

Do not fall for Mirnaa. She is not love. She is just your itch for a few months. The price for the risks.
But the words felt thinner every time he repeated them.


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night

They returned from dinner late. The villa was quiet except for the distant sound of waves. Bharath did not rush her toward the bedroom. Instead, he took her hand and led her to the living room couch. He sat first, pulled her down beside him, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. His chin rested on her shoulder. His breath was warm against her ear.

“Let us stay like this for a while,” he murmured. “Tomorrow evening we have a flight.”

Mirnaa leaned back against him, confused.

“You said flight by morning. And evening we will reach Chennai.”

Bharath’s arms tightened slightly around her waist.

“The flight has been cancelled due to weather issues.”

It was a lie. He had checked the schedule himself earlier — flights were running normally. But he needed this night. One full, uninterrupted night before Vikram arrived.

Mirnaa frowned, turning her head slightly to look at him.

“Really? Which airline? Let me check—”

Bharath kissed the side of her neck softly, interrupting her.

“Mirnaa… I love you.”

The words were quiet. Simple. But they landed heavy. She stilled in his arms.

He continued, voice low and soft, almost a whisper against her skin.

“See, tomorrow we are going to Chennai. Tonight is our last planned day in Goa. And tonight… I need to remember it. Can you switch off your mobile? Let us love each other. I want you to love me. Forget Vikram. Forget the years. Think we just met new and fell in love.”

He paused. Let the words settle.

“Wear a saree and come. Let us think this is our marriage night.”

Mirnaa blushed deeply. Her cheeks burned. She looked down at her hands, then back at him. Her eyes were wide, uncertain, but something in his gaze — tender, patient, almost pleading — made her nod slowly.

“Okay.”

She stood up. Walked to the bedroom. Bharath waited on the couch, heart steady but mind racing. He had no intention of slowing down forever. But tonight he would play the love game. Slow. Emotional. Overwhelming. Make her feel cherished. Make her crave the memory.

Mirnaa returned ten minutes later. She had chosen a simple red cotton saree — the kind she wore at home in the village years ago. No heavy embroidery. No glamour. Just soft fabric dbangd perfectly around her body. The pallu fell over one shoulder. Her hair was loose, still slightly damp from the shower. She looked innocent. Beautiful. Nervous.

Bharath stood up slowly. Walked to her. Took both her hands in his.

“You look like a bride.”

Mirnaa smiled shyly, eyes dropping.

“I have not worn a saree like this in years.”

He lifted her chin gently.

“Then tonight you are my bride. And I am your husband. No past. No future. Just us. Right now.”

He led her to the bedroom. The lights were low — only the bedside lamps glowing warm. He had already scattered a few rose petals on the bed — simple, not overdone. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his legs. His hands rested on her hips, thumbs brushing the bare skin above the saree.

“May I?”

Mirnaa nodded.

He began to undress her slowly. First the pallu — he let it fall away. Then the pins holding the pleats. The saree unwound like silk ribbon. He kissed every inch of skin as it was revealed — her collarbone, the curve of her breast, the soft dip of her stomach. When she stood in just her blouse and petticoat, he stood up and removed those too. Gently. Reverently.

She was naked before him. Vulnerable. Trembling slightly.

Bharath undressed himself next. Shirt. Pants. Underwear. He stood bare, hard, but did not rush. He pulled her close. Skin to skin. Held her for a long moment — just hugging. No movement. Just breathing together.

“I love you,” he whispered again. “Tonight you are mine completely. And I am yours.”

He guided her to the bed. Laid her down on her back amid the petals. Climbed over her. Kissed her lips. Slow. Deep. Tongue brushing hers. Then down her neck. Her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth — gentle suck, soft swirl of tongue. Mirnaa sighed. Her fingers slid into his hair.

He kissed lower. Stomach. Hips. Inner thighs. When he reached her center he licked slowly — long strokes, tasting her. Mirnaa’s hips lifted slightly. A soft moan escaped her. He took his time. Brought her close. Then backed off. Again and again. Until she was trembling, begging quietly.

“Bharath… please…”

He rose up. Positioned himself between her legs. Entered her slowly. Inch by inch. Watching her face the whole time. Mirnaa’s eyes fluttered closed. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp. When he was fully inside he paused. Let her feel him. Let her adjust.

Then he began to move.

Slow. Deep. Every thrust deliberate. He kept his weight on his forearms so he could look at her. Kiss her. Whisper against her lips.

“You are so beautiful.”

“You feel perfect.”

“I have never wanted anyone like this.”

Mirnaa’s hands roamed his back. Her legs wrapped around him. She met his rhythm. Soft moans turned into deeper cries. Pleasure built steadily — not rushed, but overwhelming in its intensity. She came first — a slow, rolling orgasm that made her entire body tremble. She clung to him. Tears slipped from her eyes again — not sadness, but the sheer depth of feeling.

Bharath kept moving through it. Gentle. Loving. Then faster. Harder. He buried his face in her neck. Groaned her name. Came deep inside her with a long shudder.

They stayed joined for a long time. Breathing together. Bodies pressed close.

Bharath kissed her temple.

“Thank you… for tonight. For giving me this.”

Mirnaa whispered back.

“Thank you… for making it feel like love.”

He smiled against her skin.

“Sleep now. We have tomorrow.”

Mirnaa closed her eyes. Safe in his arms. The guilt was still there — quieter tonight. Almost bearable.

Bharath stayed awake a little longer.
 Staring at the ceiling. Feeling the weight of her trust.
The warmth of her body. The lie he had just told about the flight.

He told himself again:

She is not love. Just an itch.

But tonight the lie felt almost impossible to believe.

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Chapter 119 - Vikram reached Chennai - While Bharath and Mirna got delayed.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Late Morning


Mirnaa and Bharath woke up late. The sun was already high, streaming through the curtains in warm golden stripes across the bed. They had fallen asleep after their first night pretending to be a married couple — just for Bharath’s wish. The room still carried the scent of last night: rose petals, sweat, and them. 

Mirnaa lay on her side facing him, one leg dbangd over his. Bharath’s arm was heavy across her waist.

She opened her eyes first. Looked at him for a long moment — his face relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted. A small ache bloomed in her chest. Not regret exactly. Something softer. Something more dangerous.


She whispered.

“The day arrived. We might need to put a stop here.”

Bharath stirred. Opened his eyes. Looked at her. A sleepy smile curved his lips.

“Yes. Until we leave, I will not leave you.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. Then her lips — slow, lingering.

“Let us make today count.”

They stayed like that for a while. No rush. Just breathing together. His hand tracing lazy circles on her back. Her fingers resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Eventually they got up. Went to the shower together.

In the shower, Bharath dropped to his knees. Water cascaded over them both. He held her hips firmly. His tongue licked her vagina hungrily — long, slow strokes at first, savoring her. Then fast circles on her clit. Mirnaa struggled against the pleasure. Her hands gripped the tiles. Legs shaking. She moaned loudly, trying to push his head away  overwhelmed  but he held her steady. Devoured her. Relentless. Until she came hard, crying out his name, thighs trembling against his shoulders.

He stood up. Kissed her deeply under the spray. No more. Just casual affection now.

He smiled against her mouth.

“Evening we have flight. Before that let us go to a secluded beach. I have a small surprise.”

Mirnaa nodded. Breath still uneven.

“Okay.”



Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – An hour later same day


An hour later Vikram arrived at their Chennai beach house first. 
The familiar sound of waves greeted him. 
He walked through the empty rooms, his mind heavy. 
He expected Mirnaa and Bharath to arrive in the evening.
If missed, best would be in the night.
He decided to call them.


Afternoon – Secluded Beach

Thirty minutes back they reached the spot. 

A hidden stretch of sand, tucked between rocks. No people. Just the sun blazing overhead and the sea stretching out forever.

Bharath spread a blanket. Stripped down to his inner. 
Mirnaa hesitated, then removed her dress — left in bra and panties. 
She looked around nervously.

“No one here?”
Bharath smiled.

“It is a fun place. Foreigners used to come here. Have sex openly. No judgment. Just freedom.”

Mirnaa blushed but relaxed. They lay down. Sunbathing. Side by side. He put one earbud in her ear, one in his. 
oft music played — a playlist he had made. They joked. Sang along. Imitated the lyrics. Laughed when they got the words wrong. Her hand rested on his chest. His fingers traced patterns on her arm.

They were quiet for a while. Just listening. Feeling the sun. Feeling each other.

They changed their position on stomach now...


Then her phone rang.

Vikram.
Mirnaa froze. Bharath looked at her.
“Answer it.”

She did. Put it on speaker.

“Yes Vikram? You reached where are you”

Vikram’s voice came through — calm, warm.

“Hi darling. Yes im at our house... you guys Started? Reached Bangalore yet?”
Mirnaa swallowed.

“No… we didn’t get the flight. We will start only by evening. Reach Bangalore tonight. Then morning we will be home. Now in a secluded Beach”

Bharath watched her face. Saw the flicker of guilt. He decided to test her. 
Slowly, he slid her panties down her legs. 
Mirnaa looked around  panicked — but no one was there. 
She did not stop him.



Vikram:
“So now in sightseeing or game or in room?”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched as Bharath positioned himself. He laid himself behind her.  He entered her in prone bone position — slow at first. 
Then one smooth push. Deep. Full. 

A sharp electric wave passed through her. 
She let out a soft “aahmmm” moan.

Vikram:
“What happened?”

Mirnaa bit her lip. She looked back at Bharath — not blaming, not warning — just a question in her eyes. 
Why now? While I am speaking to him?
She answered Vikram.


“Nothing… Vikram. We are at the beach. A secluded place. Sunbathing.”

Vikram laughed softly.
“I never knew my wife could be this open and naughty out there in public.”

Mirnaa blushed. Bharath started moving — slow, deep thrusts. She struggled to keep her voice steady.
“How… how do you know?”

Vikram:
“I am not deaf.”

Mirnaa closed her eyes for a second. Bharath’s rhythm was steady. Relentless. She felt every inch.
“Sorry… I did not mean to…”

Vikram:
“Enjoy as you can in Goa. Love you. But come back soon. I am already missing you.”

Mirnaa’s voice shook.
“Me too…”
The call ended.

Bharath did not stop. He thrust deeper. 


Harder. Mirnaa moaned openly now. 
The thrill of being caught — of speaking to Vikram while Bharath moved inside her (A silent weapon Bharath always wanted to implant in Mirna) — overtook her fear. She came hard. Shuddering. Crying out. Bharath followed soon after. Groaning low.

They lay on the sand afterward. Breathing hard. Sand stuck to their skin. Waves crashed nearby.
Mirnaa whispered.

“You did that while I was speaking to him.”
Bharath kissed her shoulder.

“I wanted to see if you would stop me. You didn’t.”
Mirnaa turned to him.

“I should have.”
Bharath smiled.
“But you didn’t. That is what matters.”
You are strongly reciprocating my love

Mirna thought no i just want to leave the goa with feeding some good memories to you.. but i didnt want to tell you it would hurt you.

What she doesn't know is she is mentally prepared to allow such if Bharath wants more even in Chennai.



At Chennai 

As soon as the call cut. Their sex continued. 
But deep down Vikram hated him more. 
He could not stand still. He wanted to beat him. Finish him.
 But all Swathi’s warnings came before him.


Evening went uneasy.
He then determined: no need to wait for him and push. Let us do now.

He rang a phone.
The call went.
The receiver took.
“Hello?”

Vikram:
“Hello, I am Vikram here.”

Other end: Yes

Vikram: “I want to meet you today. Is that possible?”

Other end:  “I don’t know anyone in the name Vikram. Are you calling me? Did you know me?”

Vikram: “Yes!”

Other side: Sorry please be specific? “Whom do you want…”

Then a sound came over the phone. A baby cries.

And an old lady shouts:
“Hey Manya, your baby is crying. Give her some food…”


MANYA the name Vikram always had as a trump card. but Bharath pushed him and he had to take it..  Swathi may warn him for taking the card earlier..

But as a husband of Mirnaa.. 
Vikram knows well, this is the right time.. 
MANYA, lets the game start again.. Vikram told himself in Mind.

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This is getting more thriller every update makes sense

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Well-crafted.

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Chapter 120 – Vikram’s Offer to Manya

Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Late Afternoon

Vikram stared at the blank screen. Mirnaa’s voice — shaky, breathless — still echoed in his head. “Me too…” followed by that soft, unmistakable moan. The sound of her pleasure. While she was talking to him. While Bharath was inside her.

He could not stand still.

His fist clenched around the phone so hard the case creaked. Rage boiled under his skin — hot, sharp, immediate. He wanted to beat Bharath. Finish him. Right now. Drive to the airport. Wait for their flight. Drag him out and end it with his bare hands.

But Swathi’s warnings crashed over him like cold water.
“Do not rush. Mirnaa must feel safe first.”
“If you expose Bharath now, he will expose you back.”
“If you do anything to harm him, she will defend him out of guilt.”

He forced a breath. Forced his fist to open. The phone dropped onto the couch.

Evening went uneasy.

He paced the living room. Waves crashed outside — the same sound that used to calm him. Now it mocked him. Every minute stretched. Every tick of the clock reminded him: they were still in Goa. Still together. Still fucking. While he waited here. Alone.

He sat down. Rubbed his face. Then stood up again.
No. No more waiting.

He was done being patient. Done playing the long game while Bharath took everything.

He picked up the phone again. Scrolled to a number he had not called in months. A private line. A direct contact.

He rang it.

The call went through.
The receiver took.
“Hello?”

Vikram’s voice was low. Controlled. But edged with something dangerous.
“Hello. I am Vikram here.”

A pause on the other end. Confusion.
“I don’t know anyone by the name Vikram. Did you dial the right number?”

Vikram:
“Yes.”

Other side — wary now.
“Whom do you want…”

Then a sound came over the phone.

A baby cried. Sharp. Hungry.
An old lady’s voice shouted in the background.
“Hey Manya! Your baby is crying! Give her some food!”
The line went quiet for a second.

Then Manya’s voice — soft, surprised, suddenly alert.
“Vikram?”

Vikram sat on the edge of the bed, phone still in his hand.
The baby’s cry and the old lady’s shout still echoed in his ears.


Vikram:
“Manya.”


Manya:
“Yes… who are you?”


She sounded surprised — how did he know her name? Was he someone known? She had not given her new number to anyone. Who could it be?


Manya:
“I don’t remember anyone in the name of Vikram. What do you want and how do you know my name?”

Vikram:
“I know you but you may not know me.”

Manya:
“See, I am a working woman. Please be straight. Don’t waste time talking… if you are some old friend, stop playing and come to the point. Are upi some old friend from college?”


Vikram:
“Manya, this is Vikram. I am not your friend.”

Manya:
“Then who are you?”

Vikram:
“One who would help you seek justice.”

Manya:
“What are you blabbering about?”

Vikram:
“Give me a chance to explain. Can we meet today?”

Manya:
“What no!! No. Why should I meet you? First tell me who you are exactly. Some old Friend from College?”

Vikram:
“I am not your friend but not your enemy as well. I have information about Bharath and the company that wronged your husband. I want to get justice for you.”

Manya thought for a second and said:
“Let us assume you are going to get me justice. What is there for you here?”

Vikram:
“Justice for me too. Because I am a victim myself.”

Manya thought for a second. She asked:
“Explain to me.”

Vikram:
“Not everything can be said over the phone. One thing is sure — I know what Bharath did to you. To your husband. To me. I have proof. And I have a way to make him pay. For both of us. Can we meet?”

Manya:
“Where are you?”


Vikram:
“Chennai. 

Mirna: Im in Bangalore

Vikram: i Know, I can fly out now. Meet in a public place. Your choice.”
A longer pause.

Manya:
“Park. Near the pond. 6 PM. I will be with my mother. No funny business.”


Vikram stood up.
“I will be there.”


Bangalore – Park – Evening

Vikram landed in Bangalore two hours later. A private charter no questions, no records. He took a cab straight to Park. The evening was cool. Families walked. Children played. The lotus pond shimmered under the last light.


He spotted her near a bench under a large banyan tree. Manya sat with an older woman — her mother and the baby in a stroller. Manya was gorgeous — even more than the photos. Long dark hair. Sharp eyes. A quiet strength in her posture. No wonder Bharath could not forget her.

Vikram approached slowly. Hands visible. No sudden moves.


“Manya?”
She looked up. Tense. Wary.


“You are Vikram?”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
She glanced at her mother, then back at him.

“Sit. But keep distance.”

Vikram sat on the bench opposite her. The mother watched him like a hawk.

Manya spoke first.
“Who are you really? And why do you want to meet me?”

Vikram kept his voice low. Steady.
“I am a friend of Bharath. That is how I wanted to tell you. But he is a homewrecker. He is trying to destroy my life the same way he destroyed
 yours. I need your help.”


Manya’s eyes narrowed.
“I wanted to meet because I thought you said you would bring justice for my husband. And the money the company owed us. The scheme Bharath and his father committed.”

Vikram nodded.
“I have thought about it. I can make that happen. I have links. I can force the settlement. I can make Bharath pay — financially, legally, completely.”

Manya leaned forward slightly.
“What do you need exactly? You don’t want to do it for free, right?”

Vikram met her eyes. No hesitation.
“I need you to love someone back. If you can do it, I will seek justice for you.”

Manya blinked.

“What?”
“Yes. If you love someone back… I can bring justice immediately. I have the leverage. But I need you to play a part.”


Manya stared at him. The baby fussed in the stroller. 
The mother reached over to soothe it. Manya’s voice dropped.


She didn’t want to enquire and cut off, but curiosity won. She asked.
“Whom Should i love back?”


Vikram leaned in just a fraction.
“Bharath.”



Manya: What!

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Chapter 121 – Manya's Refusal

Bangalore – Park – Evening

Manya: Bharath what?

Vikram: Please stop getting shocked.. Give me some time to speak, tell you fully, clearly.. 

Manya: I'm here just tell me now..

Vikram looked at her mother and said to Manya, shall we move that side i need to tell something which i don't want any other to hear

Manya understandably said okay.. 

Vikram sat on the bench opposite Manya. The lotus pond reflected the dying light. The air was cool. The mother kept the stroller rocking gently. The baby had quieted. 

They had chosen a spot far enough from the main path that the mother could not hear their words — only see.

Manya’s eyes were sharp — waiting, guarded, not trusting yet.

Vikram spoke first. Voice low. Steady. No rush.

“I will tell you everything. From the beginning.” 
Once I tell you,  You will know why I wanted it that way!


He started with the truth — Half truth which Vikram wanted to tell Manya.. 
.
“Manya, I have a beautiful wife - Mirna. My whole life was her. Today I am a businessman with electrical stores. You could have heard — the popular Vikram Mirnaa Electronics. It is mine.

But it started three years back. Before that I was a henchman. I worked for my boss Sekaran who ran a big network. He was a good man. He fed me. Gave me cash to start life fresh. He was all to me.

Bharath initially acted like a friend. He saved us in two or three incidents. We were grateful. Things were happening parallelly — my previous boss Sekaran had passed away. He is killed by his own son. His well-wishers like me and a few others decided to run the network. Bharath knew some of them. I thought of him as a friend.

But you know what he did. He utilized my situation. He utilized my old story.

Mirnaa — my wife — does not know my past. She thinks I am a good and innocent person. But in reality she is the innocent one. Slowly he started taking liberty around her. He tricked me into making myself surrender my wife to him. She thinks she is doing it for me. And I fear now I would completely lose her to Bharath. He is playing a love game. That she won’t even have a chance of looking back at me.

This week my previous boss’s network is mine. They call me Shadow King. But I feel like a loser — with my wife being snatched away from me.”

Manya’s face stayed unreadable. But her fingers tightened on the edge of the bench.

Vikram continued.
“I became the Shadow King. Sekaran died. Aadharsh lost control. But Bharath never stopped. He manipulated Mirnaa. Made her believe he loved her. Made her feel guilty for everything. They are in an affair now. Deep. She thinks it is love. She thinks I forgave her. I did — on the surface.

But inside… I hate him. I hate what I allowed. And I hate that she is falling for his lies.”
Manya finally spoke. Voice quiet.

“So you let him have your wife. And now you want revenge.”

Vikram shook his head.

“Yes Revenge,. But first I want my wife back. Safe. Away from him. The only way to do that is to make him drop his guard. Make him vulnerable. And the only person who can do that is you.
And if you could cooperate… I could take revenge on him. But it depends on your cooperation.”

Manya:
“How?”

Vikram: “If you pretend to love him back. If you reach out. Tell him you miss him. That you never stopped thinking about him. That you want to meet. He will believe it. He still carries you in his head. He will come to you. And when he does… I will have everything back. And Mirnaa will see him for what he is.”


Manya stared at him for a long time.

“You are asking me to go back to the man who destroyed my life. Pretend to love him. So you can save your wife.” 
Vikram:
“Yes.”

Manya’s voice hardened.

“Mr… I still do not know who you are. I listened to your story. Looks pretty bad. But It is your mess. 

Also your story is highly unbelievable. The husband does stay silent when the wife is lured by someone like Bharath. Sounds very unbelievable..

Even if everything you say is true — even if Bharath deserves it — the revenge you wanted is exactly your revenge.. Not mine.. . Not my issue. Revenge him is not going to do anything for me..

And this is not justice I wanted to hear, getting my husband's lawful money would call justice.. Helping your revenge just because we have a common person as a threat is not justice.. That's never justice to me.

I have a child. A mother. A life I built away from him. I will not risk it for you. Or for your wife.”

Manya :  And “Do you even understand what you asked? Just to safeguard your wife from Bharath, you want me to get back into a shell which I wanted to break. Do you even know what he had done to me?”

Vikram: “I know. I even know what you didn’t know.”

Manya looked at him and asked: “Okay. Tell me. Let me see what you know about me and how you will help me get revenge.”

Vikram: “Okay. Let me tell you on a surface level.

You and Bharath are college sweethearts. You guys loved each other. You guys have no boundaries. But things turned ugly when Bharath’s father found out. He pushed you to marry someone from Bharath’s father’s company. You are shocked when Bharath could not react and he chose to marry some rich woman. And he got divorced as Bharath’s wife was in an affair. Your husband died in an accident inside the company and you are yet to receive financial help. Bharath’s father seems to shut all possible doors inside the company.

You hate Bharath for all of this. You have a child with your husband after getting to know he was a good person right.”


Manya: “This anyone could tell. Think you got a good source to know about me. But why do I need to revenge him… see I guess it is a misunderstanding. 

I don’t want revenge. I just want justice. I want my husband’s full amount the company owes me. And Bharath keeps on insisting me to return to him. I love my husband. That is enough. No matter if he is here or not. I am seeing him through the baby.

I am trying to face them legally. I am putting a case on them. That should work.
Mr Vikram if you want your wife back, speak to her. Just confess you did something wrong. Don’t complicate yourself.”

Vikram:
“No. Bharath and his father won’t allow you to take a case upon them. Even if you do, they will pay any price to stop it.”

Manya got irritated.
“That is my burden. Bharath’s father is known for being ruthless. I will face him.”

Vikram laughed softly.
“Do you think all these are Bharath's father's doing? The company owed an amount not settled?”

Manya looked surprised.

Vikram:
“It is Bharath doing.

He wanted to stop it so that you would go to him. Not just that — he even threatened some of your old company bosses to throw you out so that he thinks you will surrender to him.”

Manya looked shocked.
“What?” So its just his doing.. shit

Vikram:
“I said I know things which even you don’t know.

Bharath is not just orchestrating my life. He is destroying yours too. You think he is just torturing you for love? No. He is silently pushing you. Crushing you. And when you feel nowhere to go he will show his heroism.”

Manya was broken.
“Shit… he is not leaving me happy even after what their family did to him.”

Vikram leaned forward slightly.
“I can protect you. The money. Justice. A new start. Safe. No one will touch you again.”
Manya shook her head.

They sat silent for a minute
Then manya continued

“No. I am scared.
More than Bharath I am scared about you.

I do not believe you. You let him have your wife. You built an empire on her back. And now you want me to clean up your mess. No.

Just like how Bharath used your weakness and need.
You are trying it on me.
Sorry I can’t.

Thanks for the new information. I will lead my way with the power I have in my hand.”
She stood up.
At a distance, the mother stood too. Manya looked down at Vikram.
“Do not call me again.”
She turned. Walked away with her mother and the stroller.

Vikram stayed seated. Watched them disappear into the evening crowd.
The meet was a flop.

But he was not finished.

He would pursue her. Gain her trust.
 Slowly. Carefully. 
He would find another way in. He always did.

He sent his men a message:
Grab all CCTV footage in specific times when Manya went to Bharath’s father office. Do whatever, Hack it or bribe someone inside.

The message came back:
Sure.

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Chapter 122 - Vikram and Mirna met after a week! - She Returned

Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Late Night


Vikram returned to Chennai on the next available flight. The journey felt endless. He sat in the dark cabin, staring out at the lights of cities far below. His mind kept replaying the meeting with Manya. Her refusal. The baby’s cry. The way she walked away with her mother. The meet had been a flop. But he was not finished. He would pursue her. Gain her trust. Slowly. Carefully. He would find another way in. He always did.

He arrived at the beach house well past midnight. The familiar sound of waves greeted him as he stepped inside. The house was empty. Silent. The air carried the faint scent of salt and polished wood. He walked through the rooms one by one. The living room where they used to watch movies. The kitchen where Mirnaa used to cook for him. The bedroom where they used to sleep tangled together. Everything felt hollow without her.

He knew he had messed up a lot. Too much. The empire. The power. The deal with Bharath. The silence he kept. The way he let her slip away.
He opened the fridge. Pulled out a beer. He had not touched alcohol in years. Not since the early days when he was just a driver, drowning failures. But tonight the loneliness, the struggles, the emptiness made him. He cracked it open. Took a long swallow. The cold bitterness burned his throat.

He walked to the rooftop. Lay on the floor. Stared at the stars. The night was uneasy. Sleep came in fragments. He just hoped for some magic to
 return to him. A hope.



Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House NEXT– Morning!  Vikram speaking to Mirnaa saree.


The morning sun woke him. Harsh. Bright. It cut through the rooftop railing and struck his face like an accusation. Vikram blinked against the glare, his head heavy from the beer and the broken sleep. The empty bottle lay beside him, tipped over, a thin line of dried foam on the tiles. He stared at it for a long moment — the first alcohol he had touched in years — then sat up slowly. His back ached from the hard floor. His shirt was wrinkled, damp from the night dew.

He picked up the bottle. Held it. The glass was still cool. He stood, walked to the edge of the roof, and threw it over the railing. It clattered against the lower tiles, rolled once, and came to rest near the garden wall. The sound echoed in the quiet morning. He watched it for a second, then turned away.

He descended the stairs to his room on the first floor. The house felt too large, too empty. Every step reminded him how silent it had become without her laughter, her footsteps, her voice calling him from the kitchen. He opened the wardrobe door. The familiar scent hit him first — faint jasmine perfume mixed with the clean cotton smell of her clothes.

His hand brushed against a stack of sarees. Soft. Well-worn. He pulled out one pale blue, the one she used to wear when they had quiet evenings at home. The fabric slipped through his fingers like water. He lifted it to his face. Closed his eyes. Inhaled.

Rage flared. Hot. Sudden. Not at her, never truly at her, but at himself. At Bharath. At the choices he had made three years ago when he thought power would protect them. At the silence he had kept when he should have spoken. At the way he had handed her over like currency.
He pressed the saree to his cheek. Kissed the fabric softly. Once. Twice.

“I am sorry, Mirnaa,” he whispered to the empty room. His voice cracked on her name. “I should have protected you. I left you away in wrong hands. I am sorry. I will take you back. I will claim you back. I fear if you would know my past… I want to come clean. But I fear… not the right time when Bharath is around.”


Tears came. Silent. They slipped down his cheeks and soaked into the blue cotton. He did not wipe them away immediately. He let them fall. Let the ache sit in his chest. For once he did not push it down. He let himself feel the weight of everything he had lost — and everything he still had left to lose.

After a long minute he exhaled shakily. Folded the saree carefully. Placed it back. Closed the wardrobe door.

He went to the shower. Stood under the hot water for longer than necessary. Let it scald his skin. Let it burn away the night’s bitterness, the rooftop loneliness, the taste of beer on his tongue. He scrubbed hard, as if he could wash away the mistakes. The guilt. The rage. When he stepped out, steam filled the bathroom. He wiped the mirror. Looked at himself.

Eyes red-rimmed. Jaw tight. But clearer. More determined.
He got ready. Simple shirt. Jeans. No pretense.

He walked to the kitchen. Opened the fridge. Pulled out milk, vermicelli, ghee, sugar, cardamom. He cooked slowly. Methodically. Kesari first — stirring the semolina in ghee until it turned golden, adding sugar syrup, letting the aroma fill the house. Then semiya with sambar — her favorite. He chopped vegetables with care. Let the dal simmer. Added tamarind, curry leaves, mustard seeds. The kitchen filled with familiar smells — the smells of home, of her.


He set the table for two. Placed the dishes carefully. Stood back. Looked at it. A small offering. A quiet promise.


Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – 10:30 AM ! Queen back home



At 10:30 AM the Thar Jeep entered the gate with a low rumble of tires on gravel. The sound carried across the open lawn and through the open windows of the beach house. Vikram heard it from the kitchen. He set down the ladle he had been using to stir the sambar, wiped his hands on a towel, and walked to the hallway. His heart gave one hard thud — not from fear, but from the sudden certainty that everything was about to change again.

The engine cut off. Doors opened. Footsteps on the stone path.
The house got its lifeline back when Mirnaa entered.

She stepped through the doorway first, Bharath a half-step behind her carrying the smaller bags. Mirnaa’s hair was slightly wind-tousled from the drive. She wore the same light blue sundress from Goa, now creased from hours in the car. Her eyes — wide, shadowed with fatigue and something deeper — found Vikram immediately.

She was not prepared to see him after everything she had done with Bharath in Goa. She knew he knew. The knowledge sat between them like smoke — thick, impossible to ignore. She felt shy. Fearful. Insecure. A storm of emotions swirled inside her all at once. Guilt. Shame. Relief. Longing. She perfectly knew she had done wrong — had crossed lines she could never uncross — but she could not face him. Not really. Her face flushed deep red. Her eyes dropped to the floor. Her fingers twisted the strap of her small handbag.

She walked directly to him anyway — steps small, hesitant, like someone approaching something fragile and dangerous.

Vikram did not let her speak. He stepped forward before the first word could form on her lips. He pulled her into a hug — arms strong, steady, enveloping. Tight. Safe. Home. One hand cradled the back of her head. The other pressed between her shoulder blades. He buried his face briefly in her hair. Inhaled the faint scent of sea salt, sunscreen, and her — unchanged despite everything.

He held her for several long seconds. Neither spoke. The house was silent except for the waves outside and Bharath setting the bags down in the entryway.

When Vikram finally pulled back just enough to look at her, his voice was quiet. Gentle. Almost casual.

“Did you have breakfast?”

Mirnaa blinked. Looked up at him. Shocked. The first question — did I eat? After everything. After weeks apart. After Goa. After Bharath. After all the secrets and the moans and the guilt — the first thing he asked was whether she had eaten.

They had stopped somewhere on the return journey — a roadside café — but Mirnaa lied without thinking.

“Not yet.”

Vikram smiled softly — the same small, familiar smile she had fallen in love with years ago.

“I prepared something for you.”

Mirnaa’s eyes teared instantly. The dam she had been holding back cracked. She hugged him tighter — arms around his waist, face pressed to his chest. Her voice came out muffled against his shirt.

“Let us eat.”

Vikram nodded. Kissed the top of her head once — light, reassuring. Then he turned slightly, keeping one arm around her shoulders, and looked toward the kitchen.

“Come.”

Mirnaa followed him, still clinging to his side like she was afraid to let go. Bharath lingered in the hallway a moment longer — watching the scene with a tight jaw — then picked up the bags again and headed toward the guest room without a word.

In the kitchen, Vikram had set the table for two. A small bowl of kesari — golden, fragrant with ghee and cardamom. A plate of semiya upma mixed with sambar — her favorite combination since their early married days. Two glasses of filter coffee. Nothing extravagant. Just home.

He pulled out her chair. She sat. He served her first — a generous portion of kesari, then the semiya. Sat across from her. Poured coffee.

Mirnaa stared at the food. Then at him. Tears slipped down her cheeks again — silent, She Wiped it before he watches .

“Eat,” he said gently. “We can talk later.”

She nodded. Picked up the spoon with trembling fingers. Took a small bite of kesari. The sweetness hit her like memory. She closed her eyes for a second.

Vikram watched her. Quiet. Patient. His own food untouched for now.

The house felt alive again.

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Chapter 123 -  Unsaid date - Same day!


After breakfast they retired to their rooms.

Mirnaa followed Vikram upstairs slowly. Her steps were heavy, not from the travel alone but from the weight of everything unsaid. The hallway felt longer than she remembered. The familiar creak of the wooden floor under her feet — a sound that used to bring comfort — now made her stomach twist. She kept her eyes on the back of his shirt, afraid to meet his gaze for too long.

They entered their bedroom. The bed was neatly made — fresh sheets, pillows fluffed — as if the room had been waiting for her return. Sunlight slanted through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the floor. Vikram closed the door behind them with a quiet click.

Mirnaa stood near the foot of the bed. Her hands twisted together in front of her. She opened her mouth — the apology had been building inside her since the drive back, since the moment she saw his face in the hallway.

“Vikram, I—”
He turned to her. Raised a hand gently, stopping her mid-sentence.

“Just relax,” he said. Voice low. Calm. “Take rest. Lunch is also on me. 
I am preparing. Okay?”

She looked at him. Searched his face for anger. For disappointment. For anything sharp. But there was only quiet steadiness. The same eyes she had fallen in love with years ago — tired now, shadowed, but kind.


Mirnaa nodded slowly. Words stuck in her throat.
“Okay.”

Vikram gave her a small smile — the kind that did not quite reach his eyes — then turned and left the room. The door closed softly behind him.

Mirnaa stood alone in the middle of the bedroom. The silence pressed in. She walked to the bed. Sat on the edge. Then lay down fully clothed, curling onto her side. Pulled one of Vikram’s pillows against her chest. It smelled like him — soap, faint cologne, the sea. Home. Tears slipped out again — silent, unstoppable. She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle them. Exhaustion from the drive, from the guilt, from the goodbye she was not ready to say — it all crashed over her at once. She fell asleep almost immediately.

Kitchen – Midday

Vikram worked quietly in the kitchen. He chopped vegetables with steady hands. Boiled rice. Tempered spices. The sambar simmered on low flame — the aroma of tamarind, curry leaves, and mustard seeds slowly filling the house. He made extra — enough for Bharath too. Not out of kindness. Out of necessity. He needed to keep everything normal on the surface. For now.

He glanced at the clock. Almost time. Three Hours passed.. He is a slow cook.

He wiped his hands. Walked upstairs. Opened the bedroom door quietly.

Mirnaa was still asleep — curled small, one hand clutching the pillow. Her face looked peaceful for the first time in days. Vikram stood in the doorway for a long moment. Watching her breathe. The rise and fall of her chest. The faint crease between her brows even in sleep. He felt the familiar ache — love mixed with regret mixed with quiet fury at himself.

He walked over. Sat on the edge of the bed. Touched her shoulder lightly.
“Mirnaa.”

She stirred. Blinked awake. Looked up at him. For a second confusion — then memory rushed back. The guilt returned. Her eyes dropped.

Vikram spoke softly.
“Lunch is ready. Come down when you are ready.”

She nodded. Sat up slowly.

He left her to change.


Lunch Table – Early Afternoon

Vikram also woke Bharath — a simple knock on the guest room door.
“Lunch is ready.”

Bharath appeared a few minutes later. Face neutral. Polite nod. But Vikram saw the tightness in his jaw. The way his eyes flicked toward Mirnaa when she entered the dining room.

All three seated at the lunch table.

Mirnaa could not look up much. She still had the guilt. She kept her eyes on her plate. Hands folded in her lap until Vikram served her first — rice, sambar, a small portion of vegetable poriyal. Bharath served himself.

The meal was quiet. Forks and spoons against plates. The clink of glasses. Vikram asked small things, how was the drive, was the traffic bad , surface questions. Mirnaa answered in short sentences. 

Bharath answered politely. But the air was thick. No one mentioned Goa. No one mentioned the delay. No one mentioned anything real.

After lunch Vikram stood up.
“Let us go out.”

Mirnaa looked up, surprised.
“Where?”

Vikram:
“Come.”

He turned to Bharath — voice even.

“We will be back by night. Have dinner outside.”

Bharath nodded once. Tight smile.
“Sure.”

Afternoon – Movie Theater

Vikram took her to a movie, an action thriller. The theater was half-empty. They sat in the middle row. She laid her head on his shoulder almost immediately, a small, instinctive movement. He did not pull away. He held her hand instead. Interlaced fingers. Thumb brushing her knuckles in slow circles.


They could not open much. Words felt too heavy. But Vikram made all effort to ease her in. During a slow scene he leaned close and whispered the name of the hero’s next move before it happened. 

Mirnaa smiled, small, surprised. Laughed once or twice when he predicted wrong. It was not much. But it was something.


Night – Candlelight Restaurant
Night came. He took her to a big restaurant with candlelight setup. Soft music. Low lights. Tables spaced far apart for privacy.

Mirnaa stepped inside and froze for a second. She instantly remembered her candlelight dinners with Bharath, the same warm glow, the same intimate feeling.

She asked quietly:

“Why did you bring me here? Something very new…”

Vikram pulled out her chair. Waited until she sat.

He sat across from her. Met her eyes.

“From today, let my wife get to explore anything only through me.”

Her eyes looked at him — sincerely, seriously — searching for meaning.

They ordered simple food, what she liked. They talked little. Mostly they just sat.

Held hands across the table. Let the candle flicker between them. Vikram did not
push for conversation. He let her breathe. Let her feel safe.

They came back home by 11 PM.

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Chapter 124 - Vikram gave the  Embrace, The Love, Mirnaa needs 


Vikram’s Beach House – Night

Mirnaa finally turned into a night gown, soft white cotton, the one she always wore when she wanted to feel small and safe. Vikram had already changed into his usual shorts and shirtless. The bedroom lamp cast a warm, low glow across the walls. The ceiling fan turned slowly, stirring the air with a gentle hum. Outside, the waves kept their endless rhythm — familiar, unchanging.

After a week apart they were again in bed.

Mirnaa slipped under the covers first. She hesitated for a second, the mattress felt too wide, too empty after days of shared sheets in Goa — then moved closer to him. Vikram lay on his back, one arm open. She placed her head on his chest. Her ear found the steady thump of his heart. Her finger began to circle his nipple, a small, absent-minded ritual between husband and wife. The motion was automatic, comforting, the same touch she had done thousands of nights before Goa, before Bharath, before everything changed.

Something inside her disturbed.

Though she had unexplainable sex experiences with Bharath, raw, overwhelming, sometimes almost violent in their intensity — Vikram’s chest felt like home for her. It grounded her. Her emotions. Everything seemed to be from here,the rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin, the faint scent of soap and sea air that clung to him. It was safety. It was memory. It was the life she had chosen before she let herself be pulled away.

Unsaid tears came.

They gathered in the corners of her eyes, hot and silent. She tried to blink them back, but one slipped free and rolled down her cheek, soaking into his bare chest.

She quickly said — voice small, trembling:

“Vikram… are you angry on me?”

He did not answer right away. His hand moved to her back — slow circles, the same soothing motion he used when she had nightmares years ago. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

“No. Why should I?”

She swallowed. The tears came faster now.

“I am sorry. I should not have encouraged it.”

Vikram’s arm tightened around her. Not possessive. Protective.
“It happened,” he said simply. “Let us stop speaking about it.”

The words were gentle, but they carried a weight. Not dismissal. Acceptance. A quiet refusal to let the past poison this moment.
Mirnaa suddenly rose. She sat up. Pulled the night gown over her head in one quick motion. She was just in bra and panty, the same simple black set she had worn in Goa. The red bite marks stood out against her skin — small, angry crescents on her neck, shoulders, breasts. 

Finger-shaped bruises on her hips. The story was written there in flesh.


She looked at him — eyes wide, vulnerable, pleading.

“I heard you disappointed right with sex with me. I am here. I know how to handle now. Come.”

Her voice cracked on the last word.

Vikram just looked at her. His eyes scanned her body, not with hunger, not with judgment. With pain. The marks told the story he already knew. The skin which he had sworn to protect , he himself had given to an animal. He had opened the door. He had made the deal. He had looked away.

He had no interest in having sex with her. Not in anger. Not in revenge. Not to reclaim what had been taken. He knew her body had been used. Marked. Spoiled in ways he could never erase. But he also knew she needed healing, not possession.
He reached out. Pulled her back down into his chest. Her lightness shook him. Her warmth against him felt like coming home and breaking at the same time.

He wrapped both arms around her. Held her close. One hand cradled the back of her head. The other rested between her shoulder blades.

“No,” he said softly. “Some other day. You need to recover. And I know it.”

Mirnaa looked up at his eyes , searching for anger, for rejection, for anything that would punish her. She found only quiet sorrow. Understanding. Love that refused to break.

She placed her head back on his chest. The tears came freely now, hot, silent, She did not sob. She just let them fall. Let the ache pour out.


He knew she was crying. He did not react with words. He did not try to fix it. He simply embraced her tighter. His hand moved in slow, steady circles on her back, the same rhythm he used when she cried after her mother’s death years ago. The same rhythm that had always meant: I am here. I am not leaving.

He whispered — barely audible:
“I love you. No matter what.”

She hugged him tight ,arms locked around his waist, face buried in his chest. Her body shook once, twice, a silent sob, then stilled. The tears slowed. Her breathing evened.

Both spoke nothing more.
They slept in a hug. Peacefully after days.

The waves kept their rhythm outside. The fan turned overhead. The house held them both — scarred, broken, but together.
For tonight, that was enough.

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Chapter 125 – Bharath's agitation and daring move

Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning

The morning sun woke Vikram gently. He turned in bed, expecting to find Mirnaa beside him. The space was empty, but the sound of running water came from the bathroom. He smiled. Their old habit had returned. She was already up, showering, preparing for the day like she used to before Goa. The simple rhythm felt like a small victory.

He got out of bed and went downstairs. The smell of fresh coffee greeted him in the hall. Mirnaa had prepared it — two cups on the table, one for him, one for Bharath. The gesture was small, but it warmed him. He picked up his cup and took a sip.

Bharath was already sitting at the table, sipping his own coffee. His face looked irritated — jaw tight, eyes distant. For a second a mild doubt crept into Vikram’s mind. Did Mirnaa wake up early and while she prepared coffee, did Bharath have a secret meeting with her? The full day of control and emotional reunion he had seemed to break with that doubt.

But Bharath’s face told a different story. The disappointment in his eyes said Mirnaa would have not cooperated for even a small talk. She had probably greeted him politely and moved on. Vikram realized the irritation was Bharath’s own — the control he once had over her was slipping.
Vikram walked back to his room without a word. Mirnaa came out of the bathroom, hair still damp, wearing a simple white saree for the hospital.

Vikram went to hug her. She smiled softly but stepped back a little.

“Take a bath and come. I will prepare breakfast.”

Vikram nodded. He quickly bathed and when he went to the kitchen, Mirnaa was already cooking. He looked at her — the way she moved, the way she hummed softly under her breath. He joined her, standing beside her, helping with small tasks. Their shoulders brushed. Their hands touched once while reaching for the same spoon. It felt normal. It felt right.

Bharath, who witnessed everything from the doorway, got frustrated. He thought Mirnaa was begging for his cock in Goa. Now she did not even care to look at him. Not even a good morning when Vikram was not around. He realized Vikram would have sentimentally made her shut her mouth. He is not interested in her for a long relationship, but the sudden traction, her sudden ignorance irritated him. Bharath could not digest this. He thinks he is losing before Vikram.

He decided to get back on his feet.

He was patiently waiting for the breakfast. They sat at the table. The exchanges between Vikram and Mirnaa — small smiles, her serving him first, his hand brushing hers — infuriated him. But Bharath maintained a calmness on the surface.

After finishing his breakfast he said:

“Mirnaa, don’t prepare any lunch for me. Meeting an important client. I will drop you at the hospital and will come late in night.” 

( Bharath is not going to meet any client he just pretend so that he can indirectly remind them that he had to take Mirna to hospital as usual in Thar)

Mirnaa just realized she had to go to the hospital. She had totally forgotten she was a nurse. 
She also now remembered that was their regular routine before Goa — him picking her up and dropping her at the hospital in the Thar, and she taking additional lunch for him.

She could not say yes or no immediately. She looked at Vikram, eyes asking what to do.

Vikram said calmly:
“Go ahead, Mirnaa. Let him drop you.”

She smiled softly.
“Okay.”

Bharath decided to do something and bring back the feeling in her. Vikram was like he knew Bharath would try, but he had other important things to focus on — getting Manya on his side. He had sent men to grab more details right from the start — his college days, days when Manya and Bharath were in love.

Hospital Drive – Bharath’s Thar Jeep

Mirnaa got ready in her white saree, id card pinned neatly. She entered the Thar.

Both did not communicate much at first. The silence was heavy. 

Bharath opened the conversation.

“So all good with Vikram?”

Mirnaa said softly.
“Mmm. Yes.”

Bharath exhaled.
“Thank you. Thank you for easing my pain, giving me some space to recover and your love and support as always, especially our days in Goa, i would remind it ever single second of that. But it has to be short right.. we are again here.. to our usual self. 

I kind of feel happy at the same time jealous when Vikram takes you back without a single after thoughts and you guys share an unexpected bond.”

She smiled and looked down.

He continued.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be a trouble maker. I know my place.”

The words made Mirnaa look at him. She finally opened up.
“Please think that way. I am your friend. Me and Vikram tried to help you. We are glad you are fine now. I don’t want to speak about what happened in Goa. Even i didnt know him better, no one can love like him. Any other husband would not have accepted this. At least they would have a little quarrel. But Vikram not just accepted me, he even consoled me. He heals me. 
I realize more than the sex, his warmth is what fascinates me. The love.”

Bharath said:
“You no need to explain. I know it.”

He left a heavy breath and said:
“I just wished to slow down our relationship step by step but looking at the emotional overflow, I think I need to stop.”

Mirnaa stood still. She did not react.

Bharath said:
“I will leave the house soon. I can sense your uneasiness.”

Mirnaa said softly:
“Make sure to visit us once a month.”

Bharath realized his words were not making an impact on her. She was ready to send him out. “Visit us once a month?” She was indirectly telling him she agreed to send him out. Shit.

The hospital came. He dropped her and decided to return to Vikram’s beach house. 
He knew Vikram would be there. 
He decided not to act anymore. 
Direct confrontation & Challenge and a ngame to win back Mirnaa and bed her as he needs.

Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Same Time
Vikram was looking at the latest information on his laptop. The informer sent a number.
Vikram dialed.

Vikram:
“So you are the accountant who worked there in Bharath’s father’s company.”

Accountant:
“Yes Sir.”

Vikram:
“Do Manya’s father have any belongings of him there?”

Accountant:
“No Sir.”

Vikram:
“Let’s meet today. You are in Chennai.”

Accountant:
“Yes Sir. After retirement I am settled with my daughter.”

Vikram:
“Send you 5 lakhs. I need your help. I am taking you to Bangalore tomorrow. Don’t twist any words. Tell me whatever you know.”

Accountant:
“Sure Sir.”

The call has been cut.


Vikram then smirked.

“Bharath, so far you played behind but today I am going to play from behind.”

30 Mins later 

The Thar engine sound came in.
Bharath came in. 
He locked the main door.

Vikram saw him, something was unusual, the way he fast walk and closing door just like he was into some action


He kicked the sofa. Then dragged the almari. Then with a wooden stick he broke the items.

Vikram asked furiously:
“What are you doing?”

Bharath smiled:
“I am saving you brother.”

Vikram:
“What?”

Bharath:
“I am saving you. Look, those men are trying to harm you and I am saving you.”

Vikram:
“Are you dreaming or become mad? There is no one except you and me.”

Bharath:
“That only you and me know. Mirnaa doesn’t.”

Vikram realized what he was trying to do.

Vikram caught his shirt collar.

“You bastard, is that not enough? Are you trying to step on me?”

Bharath smiled.

“Come on Vikram, I liked this. 

The challenge. The game. No more behind. Let’s play directly.”

One was calm and the other was furious. Both all these days played behind.

Now having hands on each other for one woman.

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Chapter 126 – The Breaking Point - THE unasked Face Off of Vikram Vs Bharath


Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Afternoon

The front door burst open.

Bharath stormed in alone. 
His face was flushed, eyes wild. 

He slammed the door behind him.

Vikram stood up slowly. He saw he seem unusual 


Vikram’s eyes narrowed.
“What are you doing why are you slamming the door like that ?”

Bharath kicked the Sofa and pulled the Alamari and pushed it down. he broke few decorative vessels on stand.

Bharath stepped closer. Voice low, venomous.


“I can’t lose to you just like that. I need to enjoy her. 
Enjoy the innocence of her surrender.
Enjoy the foolishness of her believing mine was love and she shamelessly spread her legs for my dick.”

Vikram’s fists clenched at his sides.
Bharath continued, stepping even closer.
“Earlier, it was subtle. You weren’t around. Now I want you to see how I fuck your wife.”

Vikram grabbed his collar, then let it slide he moved an inch back 

Vikram laughed — cold, dangerous.
“You know what? Every nook and corner of this house has CCTV cameras. With mics integrated. She can listen to the crystal-clear audio of it. Do you think I will entertain this? Your double-agent work is done. You are safe. The deal is off when you two returned from Goa. Don’t make me act wild.”

Bharath’s smile widened.
“Just try. Act wild. All your secrets — dark world network — I will expose it to Mirnaa. Don’t think you can stop it by finishing me. The moment something happens to me, the details will be sent to her automatically. So it’s checkmate. Do you think Mirnaa will believe you after that?”
Vikram’s voice stayed even.

“It doesn’t matter if that is the way I will tell myself. No worries. I trust Mirnaa, she will excuse me.”

Bharath pulled out his phone. Tapped the screen. A video started playing — grainy but clear. Vikram and Malavika. In one of his electronic shop Clothes coming off. Moans. Positions. Back-to-back.

Vikram knew this would come up. He stayed calm.
“I just revenged her. She will understand.”

Bharath swiped. Another video. Vikram and Malar in Trichy. hotel. Flawed booking. Same acts. Long session. Audio clear.
Vikram’s face changed — shock flickered for the first time.

“How did you get this?”

Bharath laughed.
“You booked a flawed hotel. Anyway…

If that is one women okay she may forgive
If that is two women , you will look like an sex addict to her, or even worse

and if i expose your underworld dealing now and that your flashback of being a henchmen which mirna absolutely hates do you thing 
she will be able to forgive you.”

Bharath laughed again. Then he grabbed a decorative glass vessel from the side table — heavy, ornate.
He raised it high and smashed it down on his own right hand. Hard. Deliberate.

Blood bloomed instantly. Red against white skin. Shards scattered across the floor.

Vikram stepped forward, shocked.
“What are you doing?”

Bharath grinned through the pain.
“The bad men beat me. I got hurt saving you.”

Vikram’s voice was low, furious.
“You are crossing the line too much, you had sex with her just go away.. dont keep manipulating her for your sadistic nature..”
You know me well, i can do anything to you... 

Bharath smiled wider.
“You can’t finish me and you can’t stop me. Mirnaa is mine. I cannot lose her to you. Maybe I will leave her when I get bored. Right now I can’t.”
and touching your women makes me more powerfull its a thrill brother
he laughed..


Bharath quickly pulled out his phone again. Dialed Priya.

Some bad man came to Vikram’s house. I got hurt. Don’t say to Mirnaa — come to Vikram’s house with first aid kit.

He cut the call.

Vikram could not believe the scheme was so open now.
“Why are you calling Priya?”

Bharath smiled.
“Priya cannot contain secrets. She will now alert Mirnaa. See? Both will come.”

Vikram laughed — bitter.
“There is security outside. Even if you dont want to show me my CCTV which is hidden by blackmailing me, do you think she will trust you, wont she ask security wont she see the gate CCTV?”


Bharath laughed back.
“She will.”


Blood oozed from his hand, dripping onto the floor.

The quarrel continued. Vikram grabbed Bharath’s collar again. Bharath pushed back. Words flew — accusations, threats, rage. Twenty minutes passed in a blur of shouting and shoving.


Then the front door opened.
Mirnaa and Priya rushed in.

“What happened?” both asked at once.
Vikram stepped back, breathing hard.

“He became mad. He wounded himself.”


Bharath clutched his bleeding hand, face pale but eyes sharp.

“How are you saying this, Vikram? 

Mirnaa, those bigshot men came here. They beat me out while protecting Vikram. He is acting weird. He thinks my act would make you sympathise with me. He becomes jealous. 

But the fact is fact. 

after a minute silent he said

Earlier I wanted to leave today itself after dropping you.
I came back to get my stuff after dropping you. 
I postponed my client meet. 

But as soon as I came here, I saw bigshot men entering the house, beating security. 
I rushed in and saved Vikram but he is acting like a mad man. 

another minute of silence he continued

I think 
He is jealous on us. On our love.”

Vikram lunged forward, caught Bharath’s collar again.
“You bastard, lying again and again!”

Vikram was full furious.

Mirnaa and Priya were shocked. 

Priya didn’t know what was happening.



Vikram felt unease as Bharath was leaking out their personal infos before Priya.
Mirnaa too felt bad out their secrets coming out like this before priya


Vikram said:
“Mirnaa, I am telling you Bharath is dangerous. 
He is tricking us, lying to us. 
Don’t believe. He said some men came here to trash, right? 
Ask him for proof. 

Okay no need to ask  him, just Go and ask our security. He will tell the truth.
 The gate CCTV will have record of people coming in, right?”

Vikram smirked.

Bharath said:
“If you want to prove it, then I will prove with CCTV I have.”

Vikram panicked. is he going to show malar and malavika vidoes? He thought Bharath would just threaten. but he is truly showing.. before he tell a word Barath took his mobile out. 
Played a video. Handed it directly to Mirnaa.

Vikram said:
“No, no, Bharath, you are going too much.”

Before he could grab it, Mirnaa saw it. 

It was the Thar dash cam footage. As the Thar neared their house gate, the camera showed some men attacking security by tying his mouth.

Bharath parked the Thar on the side. 
The footage showed Bharath getting down, taking a pistol in hand, and many ran outside.

Ten minutes after, two others came out running, blood on their hands. The camera didn’t show the house entrance — it only showed half.

Bharath smirked (Inside his head a flash back , after he drops mirna , he arranged few mens and gave the plan, go and beat security and dont enter home just hide somewhere near opening door, after i came in thar, all run out, except you too, after 10 mins you two should pour some fake blood on your hands and shirt and ran off)

It happened exactly and Vikram was fooled by Bharath.. he came prepared, he didn't alert Vikram, he defeated him with his own words.



Vikram was stunned.

“How… how… how this happened? No, Mirnaa, he was lying…”


Mirnaa saw his eyes with disbelief. She said disappointedly:
“I and Bharath spoke. He agreed to move out. You should not have gone to extend. 
Even if he saved us does a heroic stuff, do you think i wil go behind him just like this. 
He is injured because of us again.
where does your humanity goes vikram...”

“No, Mirnaa, see — I too have CCTV footages. Let me show that.”

Bharath said:
“There is a folder in mobile, Mirnaa. Malar, Malavika. You check that folder.”

Mirnaa asked:
“Malar and Malavika?”

Bharath said:
“Malar and Malavika are camera names.”

Vikram panicked.
“No, no…”

He finally said:
“Yes. Men came. They tried to beat me and he saved me. Okay? Is that all you want me to tell right?”

Mirnaa’s eyes teared and dried.

Priya said:
“You can fight later. Let me give him first aid.”

Vikram felt what was happening was unreal and unbelievable.
 He had no guts to let things go like this, especially he feared the videos but things turned like this.

Priya said:
“A cut needs a stitch. And she advised to go to hospital first.”

Mirnaa said:
“I will drive. Let’s go.”

She turned to Vikram and said:
“I will come back soon. Calm down. Let’s talk. Mmm okay?”

She assuringly said.

Bharath said:
“Once the stitch is done, I’m moving out. I don’t want to stay.”

Then the trio went to hospital.


There Bharath acted like he was on call with someone, then said to Mirnaa:
“I arranged for security — retired cops. But they are unavailable. They will come next week. If there is a house near yours, I would stay there and watch you two.”


Mirnaa said:
“You are not going anywhere. You are staying here this week until your wound heals”

Bharath said no just one week, until they come

Mirna said: okay your wish but i would suggest you to stay with us until it heals

Bharath pressured and said see Vikram already doubt us, he is fearing my love could steal you.. i don't want to stay.. i only worried about your safety mirna let me move out after 7 days okay deal?

Mirna looked at his eyes, she felt how selfless he is, she said okay.. 

Bharath then said its an expected thing, even you are staying away from me, i should have left yesterday itself my fault 


Mirna said nothing like that, i didnt stay away, i just needed a time to go back to my husband and feel myself.. 

Bhrath then took her hand and said do you doubt my love.. do you think im only behind you for sex?

Mirnaa looked at him, his wound and said i value your love.. but you need to understand me as well, im not in place to reciprocate it .

Bharath said, may be i should prove my love before i leave your house


Mirna said no need to prove i know you love me.. 

But im worried about my marriage, my love with him and genuinely you.. i want you too lead a  good life.. dont stuck with me..

Okay my love bharath responded

Mirna looked at his eyes..

Mirnaa truly worried about everyone.

He left him to rest in hospital for few hours, she decided that way , vikram no need to see him immediately, she decided to speak to him in the night ..

Back home at 8 PM

When they returned back in evening 8 PM, she helped him enter his room, pushed the door.
“Take rest. I will come back.”

The house — glasses all shattered. She single-handedly cleaned all broken stuff, pushed sofa to its position.
Vikram was sitting still, looking at the house, feeling defeated.

She trust him? Sorry, she had to trust. Bharath is cunning than I thought.


Mirnaa came to him and touched his hand.

“I will prepare dinner. Take rest. I will bring food for you. You seem confused and unwell.”
How do you thought these things will make me closer back to him?
Even if so i could only love you Vikram!! you forget that?
No one can split us..  

She caressed Vikram’s hair.

Vikram stopped her and said:
“You will understand his true colors soon.”

She told:
“I don’t care. He will move away in a week 

Vikram: In a week? Doesnt he say he will move out today?

Mirna: We are still indebted. I gave him a promise. He will stay here for a week.”

She looked at his eyes.
Vikram didn’t believe it was happening.


A message rang on his phone — a screenshot from the Accountant.
“Here it is.”

Vikram smiled and said okay good looking at message. 

Mirnaa mistook it.

She said:
“Sigh, that’s all. This is what it looks like my husbands doing "

Let him stay here for a week. Okay
She kissed him on the cheek and went back to the kitchen.

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Chapter 127 – The One Week Challange - Vikram vs Bharath!



Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Evening

The house settled into evening quiet. Mirnaa prepared dinner in the kitchen — simple but thoughtful: rice, rasam, vegetable poriyal,She moved with familiar ease, the clink of steel vessels and the soft hiss of tempering spices filling the space. 

Vikram sat in the living room, pretending to read something on his phone, but his eyes kept drifting toward the kitchen doorway. 

She finished cooking. Set three plates on the tray. First, she walked to Bharath’s room.

He was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, bandaged right hand resting awkwardly on a pillow. The cut was deep — stitches fresh from the hospital, hand swollen and useless for now. He looked up when she entered.

“You didn’t have to bring it here.”
Mirnaa smiled softly.

“Your hand is hurt. Sit properly.”

She sat on the edge of the bed. Took a spoonful of rice mixed with rasam. Held it to his mouth.

Bharath opened his mouth. Ate. His eyes stayed on her face.

Vikram appeared in the doorway — quiet, watching. He spoke calmly.

“It’s on the hand, not on the fingers. He can manage a spoon.”

Mirnaa glanced back at Vikram.
“Two-three days he will be fine. Until then, let me help. He doesn’t have anyone.”

Vikram nodded once. No argument. He turned and walked back to the hall.

Mirnaa fed Bharath more spoonfuls. 
He sipped slowly.

When she stood to leave, Bharath caught her wrist gently with his good hand.
“Thank you.”

Mirnaa pulled her hand back softly.
“Rest. I will check on you later.”

She left the room.

Bedroom – Night

Mirnaa and Vikram retired to their bedroom. The lamp cast a warm, low glow. 
She slipped under the covers in her nightgown. 

Vikram joined her — shirtless, shorts. She moved closer immediately. Placed her head on his chest. 
Her ear found the steady thump of his heart. 
Her finger began to circle his nipple — the old ritual, automatic, comforting.


They lay in silence for a long time. 
The waves outside. The fan overhead. Her breathing slow against his skin.

Then she spoke — voice small.
“Vikram… are you jealous?”

He set his hand on her back. Slow circles.
“No.”

She lifted her head. Searched his eyes.

“I don’t believe it. I want to trust your words. 
The camera and everything say other ways. 

Vikram… are you hiding anything from me?”

Vikram was shocked. 
Mirnaa still wanted to believe him. She was trying to side with me after what she saw. 
After the dash cam footage. After Bharath’s “heroic” act.

In his mind: Mirnaa, I want to tell you. But this is not the right time. Bharath will steal you. He wants this exactly to happen.

Mirnaa asked again.


“What are you thinking? Tell me. Are you hiding anything?”

Vikram shook his head.

“No. I am not jealous.
I am telling you the truth. 
He is not loving you. 
He just eyes your body. 

He might have asked you to kiss him today in the evening when you guys were at the hospital. Or he tried something in the morning. 
Don’t believe him.”

Mirnaa caught his face in her hands.

“Nothing happened like that. 
Morning he said good morning.
It was me who just handed him coffee and didn’t speak a word and came back. 


Evening he was just blabbering — I mean not blabbering, he was worried about us. 
He really wanted to leave but the retired cops are not available so he said he will stay for 7 days.

Actually I asked him to stay until the wound completely heals but he said only 7 days.

Vikram, if this is jealousy, I completely understand. 

Don’t ever think like this. 

Yes, we had sex, but never once he tried to overpower me in Goa or here. 

He waited for me when I blocked him, during that my fight over him disrespecting you by having his penis in my mouth when you phoned me, when he avoided me speaking with you, he understands it quickly rectified his mistake.. After seeing my hesitation and anger, he respectfully stepped aside. 

He won’t be harmful, Vikram.
He understand boundaries, 
If he needs he will ask my permisssion.. 
He is not someone who you need to worry on panic.

Since arrival in Chennai, he never once initiated something bad. 

He is suffering from his Manya, her void none can fill. 

He kind of saw her in me. I could understand that. 

Even the sex we had there, it’s all for memories he wanted to have. 

His love is true — as a woman I can tell you — but he is not possessive or jealous.
He also understands i dont love him back and i have a marriage life. 

Please let this go for me. Just a week. 
He saved us and he truly loves me. 
That’s why he is coming forward to help you too.”


Vikram finally said:
“Do whatever. But never tell me again he loves you. That’s a lie.”
Mirnaa calmed him.

“Okay. I won’t say. What matters now is I love only you.”

She kissed him — soft, lingering. 
Then settled her head back on his chest. 
They fell asleep like that — tangled, quiet, holding on.


Next Morning



The Morning was regular, Mirna is showering, he took his mobile and saw the messages, today he is meeting the accountant.. once he meet him, he will get a clarity.. 

He had already schemed a plan.. its just he is waiting for perfect tool to fall in his hand that would make him get Manya on his side.. 

After what Bharath did last day , Vikram is determined.. he determined to teach Bharath a  lesson and Mirna a lesson she would never expect..

He closed his mobile 

Vikram went downstairs. Bharath was already sipping coffee at the table.


Bharath smirked.
“So you are here.”

Vikram smiled.
“Yeah. You won yesterday. But you won’t have a chance. Mirnaa is rock solid. You have to pack your things in 7 days.”

Bharath said:
“Yes, I will. But the night before I leave, I leave her fucked to my full capacity. 
You have nice CCTV hidden cameras, right? 
With clear mics? 
Just watch it.”


Vikram’s fist hardened under the table.

Bharath saw it.

“Open challenge.
 One week. 
And on the 7th day I’m fucking her and she will beg you permission to spread her legs to me.
I will make it possible.”

Vikram said:
“You won’t.”

Bharath said:
“How are you sure about it?” If my guess is right she would have already asked you to allow me to stay here for week and let this go of the issue. 

Vikram said:
“Yes but still what you think wont happen ... Wait and see.”

Bharath said:

“Yeah. Wait and see how I’m gonna fuck her on CCTV. Don’t forget, my brother. One week challenge is on.”



Vikram asked: If there is a challange there is outcome right win and loose right? For me win is stopping you to Mirnaa, 

“What if I stop you fucking her.”
What's my prize if i achieved it?

Bharath:
“I will never dare to touch her again. But what if I fucked her…”

Vikram:
“There won’t be an if. You won’t.”

Bharath:
“I will. If I take her, then I’m her husband in the house. I will fuck her everywhere. You need to watch it.”

Vikram smirked.

Bharath said:
“But this has to be a challenge played with fairness. Don’t try to harm me. You know your information will go to Mirnaa.”

Vikram:
“Okay. Fairness. I won’t harm you physically for sure. I trust on Mirnaa. She won’t.”

Bharath laughed. He left to his room as Vikram watched him enter.

Bharath didn’t know one thing. Vikram was already up in the game. It was just he was still positioning every move — carefully buying him time to convey all his deeds to Mirnaa himself. He was also making sure when he opened up to Mirnaa, Bharath wouldn’t be in the house or in his or Mirnaa’s circle of contact. 

Vikram vs Bharath 1 week Challange is finally on.

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Chapter 128 – Day 1: The Gentle Trap & Manya's New CEO 



Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning

The same day the challange was accepted, Vikram got ready for a move, a real move in his attempt to stop Bharath, a challange which will automatically stop bahrath from reaching Mirna and this could be his revenge too if all falls in places.

Vikram stepped out of the bedroom, dressed for the day — simple shirt, jeans, jacket slung over his arm. 

He had a flight to Bangalore. He had recently procured a call center company there — a small but strategic acquisition. 
No one knew. Not even Mirnaa. 

He had kept it quiet, even from her. 
It was part of the larger plan — a foothold to reach Manya, to gather more leverage, to position himself one step ahead of Bharath.


Mirnaa came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. She saw him ready to leave.

“You’re going out?”

Vikram nodded.
“Bangalore. Work. I’ll be back by evening.”

Mirnaa hesitated.
“I’m taking leave today. So I can take care of Bharath.”

Vikram looked at her. No anger. No surprise. Just calm acceptance.
“All right. Take care of yourself.”

He kissed her forehead — light, reassuring.
“See you tonight.”

She smiled softly.
“Safe flight.”

After breakfast — idli, chutney, coffee — Vikram left. The car rumbled out of the gate. Bharath watched from the window, eyes narrowed. Mirnaa watched too — a small wave as he disappeared down the road.


Beach House – Mid-Morning

Mirnaa changed Bharath’s bandage in his room. 
She unwrapped the old gauze carefully. 
The cut looked angry — red, swollen, stitches pulling tight. Bharath winced when she cleaned it with antiseptic.

“Sorry,” she said softly.

Bharath shook his head.
“It’s okay. I don’t deserve your kindness after everything.”

Mirnaa paused. Looked at him.
“You’re hurt. That’s all that matters.”

Bharath’s eyes filled with tears — real or practiced, it was hard to tell.
“Thank you, Mirnaa. Truly.”

She finished the bandage. Sat beside him.
“Rest. I’ll bring lunch later.”

Afternoon – Guest Room
Mirnaa brought lunch — rice, sambar, curd. Bharath couldn’t hold the spoon properly with his bandaged hand
 She sat beside him again. Took a spoonful. Held it to his mouth.

He ate slowly. Eyes never leaving her face.

“You’re the only one who ever cared for me like this,” he said softly. “Even my own family didn’t.”
Mirnaa’s heart twisted. She fed him another spoonful.

“You’re not alone,” she said quietly.
Bharath swallowed.

“I know you love Vikram. I just… I wish I could have one more day where you looked at me the way you did in Goa.”

Mirnaa looked down. Guilt stirred — familiar, heavy.
“I’m trying to move on,” she whispered.

Bharath nodded.

“I think you misunderstood im not saying about the sex we had..
 I just wanted to feel the love, 
the embrace we had after making love, the hands we tied together 
the laugh we shared

you to know… you’re my only peace.”

Mirna knows it, she liked those but never took that as love, but she understand its love for him.

Evening – Guest Room

Mirnaa checked on him before dinner. 
Bharath was lying on the bed, eyes closed. She thought he was asleep. She turned to leave.
His good hand reached out. Caught hers gently.

“Stay a little longer,” he whispered. “Just talking helps. You know after how Vikram labeled me… I feel shitty. Did I deserve this?”
Mirnaa sat on the edge of the bed. Held his hand.

“You don’t deserve to feel like that.”

Bharath’s voice cracked.
“I know I made mistakes. I keep on coming between you two .. But I never meant to hurt you. Im just protecting you and your love Vikram.. 
 I just… I loved you. I still do.”

Mirnaa’s eyes filled. She squeezed his hand.
“Rest. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

She left the room. Bharath watched her go. A small, satisfied smile crossed his face.


Bangalore – Call Center Office – Afternoon


Manya arrived at the call center as usual. 

The moment she stepped inside, she felt the shift. 

Employees were murmuring in clusters — nervous whispers, eyes darting toward the center of the floor. 
The CEO stood in the middle, flanked by a few senior staff. Someone else — a man in a sharp suit — stood slightly aside.

Panic was escalating. Rumors flew: the company had been sold. The new MD might not retain old staff. Manya’s stomach dropped. She had been denied work everywhere else. This job — the one she had traveled to for almost a year — was her lifeline. Now new trouble?

The old MD stepped forward, raising his hands for silence.

“Don’t panic. The new MD and CEO is kind. He is retaining all staff and giving everyone a 10% hike.”

Relief rippled through the crowd. Then the old MD looked directly at Manya.

“Manya, your position alone has changed.”

The whole company went still. What? Only one person? She asked shakily.

“Why, sir? Is the salary going to cut off? Or should I…?”

The old MD said:
“You’ll hear it from the new MD and CEO himself.”

He gestured toward the man in the suit. Inside CEO Cabin.

“Both are the same now until the new MD arrives. The CEO/MD is impressed with your work. So he is shifting you.”


Manya’s voice trembled.
“Where, sir?”
“Just go and meet him.”

She walked to the CEO’s cabin, heart pounding. The door was open. She entered.

She could not see the MD. The chair was turned the other side, facing the wall.

Manya spoke, voice unsteady.

“Sir, I have enough troubles. Please give me the same position, sir. I cannot cut down a few bucks.”

The MD’s voice came — calm, familiar.
“No. I’m hiking your salary from 25k to 50k.”

Manya’s eyes widened.
“Am I dreaming?” she slipped out loud.

She caught herself.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you. What’s the role, sir?”

“You are shifted to my company in Chennai. And you will be my personal assistant.”



Manya: sir i have a family, my daughter and mother. i cannot shift easily 

The MD: No need to panic, you will work here for few days, then once a week in Chennai.
I will arrange you place to stay..

Manya’s voice shook.

“But I’m a call center employee, sir. I don’t have managerial skill.”

The MD said:
“It doesn’t need. Just follow my lead. If you are okay, sign the paper on the table and you can go out.”

Manya bent to the table. Signed on the dotted line.
“Sir, I signed.”

The chair kicked against the wall. It rotated slowly.
The chair turned to her face,
and she finally saw the New MD & CEO 

It was Vikram.
He raised his hands.
“Welcome to my company.”

Manya was not expecting it. Her eyes widened in shock.
Vikram leaned back, a small smile on his face. 

He was in a whole new game — one Bharath could not smell.

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Chapter 129 – Day 2: Memories & Doubts | The first Truth Manya sees


Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning

The morning light was soft, filtering through the curtains in gentle golden bands. Mirnaa was already in the kitchen, the familiar sounds of idli steaming and chutney simmering drifting through the house. Bharath’s bandage needed changing again — the wound was still raw, stitches pulling tight. She prepared breakfast first: idli, chutney, sambar, coffee. 

She set a small tray for Bharath.

She walked to his room. 
He was sitting up in bed, propped against pillows, good hand resting on the blanket.
His face lit up when she entered — a small, grateful smile.
“You didn’t have to do this again.”

Mirnaa set the tray down.
“Your hand is still bad. Eat.”

She sat beside him. Took a spoonful of idli dipped in chutney. Held it to his mouth.

Bharath ate slowly. Then he reached for his phone with his good hand.

“I was looking at something earlier… thought you might want to see.”

He opened his gallery. 
Old photos from Goa. 
Laughing on the beach. Dancing under string lights.
Her head on his shoulder at sunset. 
Candid shots of them holding hands, carefree.

“These are the only happy memories I have left.”

They scrolled together. Mirnaa’s eyes softened. She smiled despite herself.

Bharath watched her face.
“You looked happy.”

Mirnaa nodded quietly.
“Yes. Those were our good moments.”

Bharath’s voice dropped.
“Yes. The moments will stay with us forever. The memories… only when they complete as they are. We had great memories. I would have given a hug — a friendly one — when I go away from here. But Vikram’s insecurities spoiled it. Now I have bitter memories.”


Mirnaa felt it — a small pang in her chest. Guilt. Nostalgia. She looked away.


Afternoon – Guest Room

Lunch time. Mirnaa brought rice, sambar, curd. 

Bharath couldn’t hold the spoon. She sat beside him again.
Fed him slowly.

While she helped him eat, he said softly:
“I know you love Vikram. I just wish I could have one more day where you looked at me the way you did in Goa.”

Mirnaa paused. She hears it for the second time... Spoon hovering.
She knew what it meant.

“I don’t know if that is possible after all this happened.”

Bharath nodded slowly.
“I understand. I just miss those moments. The way we laughed. The way you felt safe in my arms.”

Mirnaa stayed quiet. The memories flickered — the beach, the laughter, the warmth.
 She pushed them down, but they lingered.


Evening – Guest Room

Mirnaa helped Bharath stand to stretch his legs.
 As she supported his weight, his good hand brushed her waist — accidental, or so it seemed. 
He pulled back immediately.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Mirnaa noticed it. 
But she didn’t flinch. 
She just gained more confidence — Bharath could not harm her. 
He was weak. Injured. Grateful. She helped him sit back down.


Night – Guest Room

Mirnaa checked on him one last time before bed. 
Bharath was lying in the dark. She turned to leave.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. She paused.
He picked it up with his good hand. Read the message. Then looked at her.
“Can’t sleep because of pain. Thank you for today. You’re my only peace.”

He paused.
“I keep thinking about how safe I felt with you in my arms in Goa. 
How you helped me fix the nights I feared. The trauma. 
I know I shouldn’t say this, but I miss you.”

He looked at her.
“I at least need to sleep on your lap, even if that is for a few minutes. Shall I?”

Mirnaa hesitated. Then said quietly:
“Tomorrow.”

She left the room. Bharath watched her go. A small, satisfied smile crossed his face.

Mirnaa’s heart felt heavy. Nostalgic. Guilty. She slipped into “just one more kind gesture” mode.



Bangalore – Call Center Office – Second Day Noon

Manya had barely spoken after signing the papers yesterday. She was shocked. Surprised. Doubtful. 

Why had Vikram bought her company? Why shift only her? She could not make a misstep — her small family depended on her. She absolutely hated Vikram for pushing her like this. 

She didn’t ask what or why he was here, but her mind was full of doubts.


Vikram didn’t drag her. He allowed her to do her work — answering calls, logging data, same routine. 
But every few minutes she glanced toward the CEO cabin. Wondering.

One hour later, Vikram called her in.
“An important guest is coming. Pick him up at the lobby.”

Manya nodded.
“Okay.”

She went down. When she reached the lobby, she was surprised.
 It was Accountant Uncle — the man who had worked with her father years ago.
“Uncle? You?”

Accountant Uncle looked guilty.
“I’m good, beta. How are you? Let’s talk in the CEO cabin, okay?”

Manya frowned.
“I’m just an employee. I can’t just speak with the new CEO. I’ll talk to you later.”

Uncle shook his head.
“No. I came for you.”

Manya was confused.
He said:
“Come. I will explain there.”

Manya followed. They entered the cabin.
As soon as they are in.. 

Vikram asked Manya to close the door.

He rolled his chair and sat.

“So Manya, your uncle didn’t come to meet me. He came to speak with you. 
He wants to reveal some truth. Just listen to him.”


Manya looked puzzled. She slowly asked:
“What, Uncle?”

Accountant Uncle began.
“You may not believe me. Hear this voice note.”

He played it. It was Manya’s father’s voice:
“Gunaseelan, just see to that this secret never goes out… 
Bharath has been taking money outside using my name. I had to protect him.
That’s the way he can escape from his father…”

Gunaseelan’s voice:
“Now are you mad? It’s an outright issue when it goes out.”

Manya’s father:
“No, Guna. He loves my daughter. Bharath’s father won’t admit my daughter into his family. Bharath tells me he can let go of Manya if I can help him take the money out. For preserving my friendship with his father, I need to do this.”

The voice note ended.

Manya was shocked. She didn’t know such an issue happened. 
All she knew was Bharath’s father and her father had quarreled, and Bharath’s father accused him of laundering money.

Manya asked:
“Bharath is the reason why my father got that blame and shame?”

Uncle continued:
“Hear this second voice note.”

Gunaseelan:
“Bharath cheated me. He is forcing me to give my hand on their marriage. If not, he is telling me that he will tell this to his father and break my friendship. I said okay to my daughter and Bharath marriage because of this, but i fear what if Bharath father know this.”

Voice note ended.

Manya now realized: Bharath was not laundering money. 
He had acted to leave her and asked a favor in return. 
Used the same as a tool to get his hand on their marriage.

Uncle said:
“But it doesn’t end that way. Listen to this voice.”

Manya’s father:
“Guna, Bharath’s father is asking me to marry my daughter to that new employee in our company.
 He is forcing me. I shouldn’t have entertained Bharath.”


Manya now understood fully: why the company never paid any benefits to her father. 
It was Bharath’s scheme to get her father’s approval, but it backfired when Bharath’s father twisted it to his favor.


Vikram now said to Manya:

“I already told you. What you are seeing is not real, its what your mind believed or how bharath and his family wanted..
Come to me. 
Come to my way. 
I will show you the entire truth.
Then you can give your approval for final revenge.”


Manya stood still.

So Bharath had been a flaw and troublemaker even before she could suspect.

Vikram said im here to give a perfect lesson to Bharath.
just tell me you are in.!!

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Chapter 129 - Continuation 

Manya stood still.


So Bharath had been a flaw and troublemaker even before she could suspect.

Manya was confused. She then said:

“What else you know?   
I was a fool to make someone orchestrate my whole life.”


Vikram said:
There is a lot this is just the starting point
Starting point that made this goes wrong 


Vikram said Gunaseelan sir you can go now, i will call when it needed your next flight tickets are here
Guna the accountant left the two alone and went back 

From your fathers voice note You can guess this from what happened , what was their plan 

Bharath wanted to marry you, he knows his father wont support and your father wont ..fearing the friendship they had and class and money difference . So he decided to pull at least your father to his side, he thought he would make a deal with your father a money handling like stealing from company and in return he will give up his love, you farther thought this is easy way to get ride of him from you.. he agreed but didn't realize its a trap by Bharath every record were in your fathers name. Bharath then pressured him t o agree to marriage by showing that.. he agreed too .. Bharath would have informed his father about your fathers permission, he decided to pressure your father by some way, he might gone through records and some how he used same Bharath trap method to ridicule your father and pressure you to marry someone from his company 

This is why Bharath who keeps fighting for others wife, never fought you, he fears what will you do if you see his dark side.. he didnt fight, he beleived someway he can get you back.. 

The some ways are one which you may or may not know

There is simple reason why he is this way 

“Bharath is too obsessed with you. More than love, I see it as an obsession. He doesn’t want to leave you. He orchestrated his own wife’s affair and made it look like she was at fault. He gained sympathy and came out of marriage with simple divorce.”

Manya then said:

“Though I loved him once, 
I can sense a fear now. How dangerous he is and you want me to love him again?

I understand you bought this company to take control of me? What is the difference between them and you always trying to achieve things by using money?”


Vikram smiled and said:
“Not all people with money would do that. 
If I’m doing it, I’m trying to correct the things that were wronged. 
See, Bharath and his father used money to shut you, keep you in dark.
 I use same money to bring you out of dark, bring you prosperity, truth, and to protect you physically, mentally and financially .”

Manya intervened:
“You also needed me to love him back right? How does that protect me?”

Vikram said:
“I understand your fear. Just stay hold with me. There is a lot truth yet to be unveiled. I will tell it one by one. You don’t have grasping power to hear it all in a day... I will leave it to you if you want to help me or not
but don’t avoid me until you hear full truth. Now you can go and do your job.”

He dispersed.

Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Night

The night he came back to Chennai, he excused himself for work. He went inside his secret room a small, soundproof space hidden behind a false wall near their bedroom Rows of monitors glowed softly. CCTV feeds from every room in the house — crystal clear video and audio.
He sat in the chair. Fast-forwarded through the day’s footage. Watched Bharath’s every move — the bandage change, the feeding, the hand on her waist, the late-night text. He saw Mirnaa’s face — the softening, the hesitation, the guilt.

He knew Bharath would definitely take Mirnaa to bed at this cost. But he knew his plan was way ahead and brutal. Like a burn mark which would make Mirnaa never trust Bharath back. He would make sure Mirnaa saw the truth without Vikram telling anything — Bharath himself would conflict, that he cannot expose him.

He leaned back. Whispered to the empty room.

“Go ahead, Bharath. Brainwash her. Get her to bed. But you won’t fuck her.”
He laughed — low, cold.

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Chapter 130 – Day 3: The Drive & The First Crack


Chennai – Vikram’s Beach House – Morning

The third day of the challenge dawned quiet. Mirnaa was in the kitchen early, preparing breakfast — dosa, chutney, sambar, filter coffee. The house smelled of fresh batter and tempering spices. Bharath appeared in the doorway, bandaged hand cradled against his chest. He looked tired, but his eyes brightened when he saw her.

“You’ve taken too many leaves,” he said softly. “Let’s go to the hospital today. I’ll spend time there. I can’t stick inside a room forever.”
Mirnaa turned from the stove, spatula in hand.

“Are you fine with that? Your hand—”
Bharath nodded.

“Yes. I need fresh air. And… I want to see you in your element. Please.”
She hesitated only a moment.

“Okay. I’ll drive.”
After breakfast, she helped him into the Thar. He sat in the passenger seat, good hand resting on his lap. Mirnaa slid behind the wheel. The engine rumbled to life.

On the Drive to the Hospital

Mirnaa drove steadily. Bharath reached for the stereo with his good hand. 
He scrolled through the playlist — their Goa playlist. 
Soft music filled the car — the same songs from beach nights, late drives, stolen moments.
He glanced at her.

“Remember this song? You danced with me on the beach.”

Mirnaa’s lips curved — small, involuntary.
“Yes.”

He turned the volume up slightly.

They sang along — quietly at first, then louder. Bharath’s voice was rough but warm. 
Mirnaa laughed once — a real, surprised sound — when he hit a high note off-key on purpose. 

For a few minutes, the car felt like a time capsule. 
Goa again. No Vikram. No challenge. Just them.

At a red light, Bharath shifted. His good hand moved to her thigh — “for support,” he said. 
He left it there longer than needed. Warm. Heavy.
Mirnaa tensed. But she didn’t push it away immediately. 
The music kept playing. The light turned green. She drove on.


[b]Priya's Confrontation - and On the Way Back drama[/b]

The hospital visit passed quietly. Bharath sat in the canteen with Priya and Mirnaa during her lunch break. 
Priya looked between them — eyes wide, curious.

Finally she asked, voice shaking:
“Are you guys… in an affair?”

Mirnaa froze. She hadn’t been ready for the question. 

But she knew Priya would ask eventually — after witnessing the fight at home.
Bharath calmly placed his good hand over Mirnaa’s on the table. Soothing.

“Mirnaa and I dated.
Vikram wanted an open relationship — not sexually, but emotionally. 
To console me for friendship, as gratitude for me helping them and saving them in a few issues. 
We just dated. Not like what you think. He feels we fell in love, but never in that case. 

after a pause he said

Mirnaa is pure. 


Mirnaa got sold for him protecting her dignity out there. 

Bharath continued 

But it’s true — I fell for her and love her. 
She is generous that she lets me stay at their house for a few more days.”
He smiled at Priya — joking, light.


“Who wouldn’t love her? She is beautiful and such a nice human.”

He added, Mirna if you ever felt Vikram has no more love with you just call me i will come and marry you 
he laughed like a joke
but it passed a serious message to Mirna and Priya, 
he made sure both thinks he is madly in love with Mirnaa. 

Priya smiled — uncertain but relieved.


On the way back, Bharath said:
“I’ll drive. Just try it.”

Mirnaa shook her head.
“No. You’re still unwell.”
He insisted.

“Just a try for a few km. If it pains, I’ll give back.”

Mirnaa relented. They switched seats.
Bharath drove slowly at first — then deliberately messy. 

A sudden swerve. A sharp brake. Mirnaa yelped, grabbed the dashboard, then laughed — real, surprised laughter. 
Bharath laughed too. 

The fear, the panic, the shared jokes — it brought them closer. 
Talk flowed easy. Memories. 
Laughter. The confined space felt intimate again.


Night – Guest Room

Mirnaa came to his room after dinner. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Come. Sleep on my lap.”

Bharath lay down carefully. His head rested on her thigh. She combed his hair through her fingers — slow, gentle strokes. No words. No tension. Just silence. Warmth. Ease.

She felt good. Calm. She thought: This is the man who saved my dignity. Would he cheat me? Trick me using love? No way. Vikram had misunderstood him.

She left after he slept — or appeared to sleep.

Bharath’s eyes opened the moment the door clicked shut. He smiled into the dark.


Bangalore – Manya’s House – Same Day

Vikram took Manya out after her shift. She expected a client meet. Instead, he drove to her small rented house. He carried a bag — toys for her daughter, new utensils for the kitchen. His men had spied the house — they knew the family was struggling.


Manya was surprised, how you know my house? Manya asked

Vikram, wont i know even a small detail like this? 
Between i have to speak a lot with your mother, dont interrupt me until i finish
if you respect me do that, you can speak back after i finish

Manya was little panic not knowing what he will speak, manya hided a lot from mother just to keep her away from bothering things


The calling bell rang and He met her mother at the door.

Manya introduced ma, this is vikram my boss and we met him park right he is close friend to dads friend.
Even that day he wanted to speak about something so he asked us to meet private

Mother said please come lets speak inside

Mother: So you are

Vikram: Im vikram her bosss

Mother: you know my husband? my daughter hides a lot she wont say.. what brings you here

Vikram gave the toys he placed on floor , combed kids hair  

He continued 
“Madam, I don’t know your husband personally, but I heard about him through connections. 
He was a good man. 

Its one of our common friend shared his story of betrayal. from the day i'm determined to help him, he had helped one of our company's deal so as  a gratitude (Vikram seamlessly lied about manya father helping him, he had to do that to gain trust)

He continued
i couldnt believer he was Betrayed by his own friend and friend’s son. 
He worked hard for their company. Today they are forcing you.”

He showed papers — old deals, promises of commissions that never came. 

The mother’s eyes filled. She determinantely said

“I don’t want anything. Just let us live peacefully. 
I only care for my daughter’s safety. She is still young. I ask her to remarry.”

Vikram said:
“That is where I am coming. You don’t need to fight for the assets. It will come to your way, if you do what i aske for

Mother: What? how come

Vikram continued. 
You already know Bharath is too much in love with Manya. Both are once lovers. 
Your husband wished them to get married off. But Bharath’s father’s pressure made life go different ways. 

Now he is single — his wife cheated him. 
Your daughter is single too. I will talk with his family. If all goes well, the lovers will be united and assets will be under her name.”

You will get assets without fighting, no drama , no mess all goes good for both,..

The mother looked at him unbelievably. She didn’t know the dark games played.

Manya looked at him. She said immediately:
“No way, Vikram. I cannot.”
She didn’t know all the truth.


Vikram said:
“No. Look at your mother’s age. For her age she no need to know any truth except the rightful ownership or your legal share with Bharath’s company and your life of remarriage. Rest no one needs to know.” If you respect me don't question again..

Let your mother think and give me a nod,
Vikram continued ma i'm leaving now, think about it allow me to pay my gratiitude.  your daughter all life has to be good just think about it.

He did'nt wait for answer he left to door.

Manya had so many doubts. She didn’t want to say anything. She just allowed him to go out.

Outside, when her mother was away, she said:
“I’m not sure what game you are playing. But I cannot agree to marry him after what all he did.”

Vikram smiled.
“Just wait for two more days. You will join my plan.”

Manya looked at him unbelievably. She was shaken. What was he going to reveal to make her join his plan?

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Hey bro. Your writing is awesome and we are connected as if we are playing the character. Sincere request make mirnaa character strong and don't make any cuck story and Bharath should not be successful

Lets see What vikram will do :)

[heygiwriter]

This is super excited man

One on one face to face challenge who wins this time

Love or lust

Waiting
In this situation Vikram is powerful but Bharat is super powerful on him right now

The game is still on too early to take sides right?