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Chapter 159 – The Locked Room & Deal

The bedroom door clicked shut behind them.


Mirnaa turned the key, slow, deliberate, the metallic sound sharp in the sudden hush. The room was small, intimate: a double bed with crisp white sheets, a single lamp casting warm gold across the walls, the faint scent of Shiney’s jasmine Agarbatti lingering like a ghost. Outside, the city hummed — distant horns, a neighbor’s television, life moving on as if nothing had shattered.

Inside — everything had.
Mirnaa turned to face Bharath.

Her eyes were different now — not the empty exhaustion Vikram had seen earlier, not the cold resolve she’d worn like armor in the living room. They were darker. Hungrier. Seductive in a way that made Bharath’s breath catch. She stepped closer — slow, deliberate — hips swaying just enough to remind him of Goa, of nights when she had been soft, uncertain, his.

Bharath didn’t move. He watched her like a man watching a trap close.
“Who are you?” he asked — voice low, suspicious.
The Mirnaa i knew never did this... never this shameless. Who are you?

Mirnaa stopped inches from him. 
For a second she just looked — eyes searching his face as if measuring something only she could see.

Then — without a word — she reached up, fingers working the hooks of her blouse. 
One by one they opened. The fabric parted. She shrugged it off her shoulders — let it fall to the floor.
A small, faded mark sat just above the curve of her left breast — a faint crescent, the ghost of a bite.

“Do you remember this?” she asked softly. “The mark you left in Goa.”

Bharath’s eyes flicked to it — then back to her face. 
Suspicion still lingered, but something hotter flickered beneath it.

He stepped back — sat on the edge of the bed — elbows on knees, watching her like she might vanish or attack.
“What game are you playing, Mirnaa? Remember — I’m a cop.” I can smell if something is odd

Mirnaa smiled — small, almost sad. 
She reached down, picked up her blouse, slipped it back on. 
Buttoned it slowly — one hook at a time — until she was covered again.
“Thanks,” she said. “You just reduced my drama.”
Now you know im up for something.. its better lets go straight.. without dramas.

Bharath blinked — thrown.
She sat beside him — close enough that her thigh brushed his. 
Not seductive now. Calm. Controlled.

“I still love Vikram,” she said — voice low, steady.

I thought so Bharath said. 
Then you want to stay with me live with me, seperated from him, divorce all for drama?

“No, all true.. but I have decided to live with you… 
Sorry i dont get it?

Yes i've decided to live with you. Just to protect him.”

Bharath stared — stunned.
He realized Mirnaa knews something about his plan with aadahrsh 

“So you know all the stories already.”
Mirnaa nodded once.

“I suspected it. 
For weeks someone was trailing me. 

At Vikram’s house — when I was confronting you — you just had tears. Nothing else. Am I right?” You dont even exhibit an utter shock, you were like you already know it.

Bharath’s jaw tightened. 
“You husband already fooled me. You’re into this. 
Tell me — what’s your game?” I done enough with the games.


Mirnaa smirked — small, dangerous.
“Before that… tell me what you really need. 
You’ve done your revenge. You exposed Vikram. 
What now? What do you want?”
His life? or my body?

Bharath looked away — jaw working.
Im really not interested in your husbands life.. its just Aadharsh's revenge. for me i thought of exposing him and then take you with me.. not as lovers.. 

Mirnaa said please explain me
“I lost hope in love. In marriage. 
Let’s be in a live-in together. Come with me. 
Let’s explore… newness in sex. If we’re meant to be lovers — we will someday. 
But not now. I’m being frank.”

He met her eyes again — unflinching.
“Now tell me — what’s your game? 
Seduce me? Show me a little? 
Then make me like a dog wagging its tail? Secure your husband and leave me alone?”

Mirnaa smiled — slow, almost gentle.
“No.”

She leaned closer — voice dropping to a whisper.
“I’m leaving him for good. 
I’m offering myself to you. I just want your help 


Bharath said i Knew it? what do you want to do trading with your body?
Mirna calmly said i need you help in eradicating Aadharsh.”

Bharath froze.
“Mirnaa… is this really you? Or some ghost?”

He searched her eyes — looking for the lie.
She didn’t blink.

Bharath said stop.. im very curious now.. what all you know? where you got all these?
When did you started planning like this?
So you expected this will come to this level?
“How do you know all the secrets?”


Mirnaa exhaled — slow, controlled. Let me answer from the start.. i have decided you are my partner, who would travel with me how long ever i wated here.. 

Regarding secrets, the first and base . “I got a few those from Mohan. About Sekaran. The nature of the work. Mohan even told me why Vikram was pushed into that path. 

I was disappointed…
but I know he struggled inside. Feared every single minute. For hiding the truth. 
That night I kissed his chest… he would have struggled for lying to me and not getting enough courage to face me.. 
so it didnt shake me when i was aware of it

The only part i didnt know was his affair with malar and malavika, i didnt know that.. but james my detective warned me there could be some.. so i was well prepared.. 

when i hear the names i got convinced, its just a revenge, they caused him harm..  

You hired detective? 

Yes. In fact my detective even followed you. 


That is how i Got to know what you’re up to. 

Every time I parked my car in the second street — it wasn’t for spying on him. 
It was for spying on you. Your car always parked at the end. I monitored you. Every time.”

Bharath’s breath caught.
She took her phone — unlocked it — played an audio clip.

Bharath’s own voice — speaking to Aadharsh in the warehouse.
“…on the day Vikram is pushed into legal trouble by us, I will make sure to steal all loads from their place. Clients will panic… I will pitch them after months — thrice the price demand-supply formula. I will regain my empire while Vikram and his empire and unknown Shadow King can never come back.”

The clip ended.
Bharath stared at the phone — then at her.

You know im one of the person who wanted to cause trouble to vikram

“Why choose me?” he asked — voice rough. “Why think I’ll do that just for sex?”
Mirnaa looked at him — unflinching.

“You risked yourself being a double agent… for my body. I’m offering you do it again. Not just body, i will be living with you...

If you fear — I’ll do it myself. Just create a scenario that he would come inside my boundary.”

Bharath’s eyes narrowed.
“Why not Vikram? He’s powerful. Can’t he take Aadharsh?”

Mirnaa’s voice softened — almost tender.

“No. I don’t want his hands dirty anymore. Let him lead a good life. My distance will push him to choose normalcy. But when he fully embraces a normal life… he will have a new wife. He will have peace. And every record against him… I will destroy it.”

She leaned closer — eyes burning.
“Everyone wins. You have me. I have Aadharsh’s hold. Vikram has his peace.”

Bharath could not believe what he was hearing.
He stared at her — long, searching.

Then — slowly — he smiled.
A dangerous, quiet smile.

“You’re not the woman I thought you were.”
Mirnaa didn’t smile back.

If Manya loved you.. and she got trapped in a forest with crocodiles.
what will you do, if it had to fight with 8 crocodiles? to save her what will you do?

Bharath said he will shoot it, or he wil give all his energy to fight '

Im doing the same.. i know the risk of nearing aadharsh.. but i trust you... when things goes wrong sacrifice me

bharath looked at her

What's your actual plan for aadharsh... you would have already planned it 
Mirnaa said let it stay hidden

She stood — walked to the window — looked out at the night city.

Bharath asked one last question 

Who am i actually to you?

Mirna answered: My partner in crime and of-course my sex partner..

Bharath could not believe anything of it, he came in a mindset to overpower her.
she looked different.

“When do we start?” Bharath asked. he rose — stepped behind her.

Click.. Sound in Mirnaa's mobile.
James send her a message -- Vikram started from his house..


She saw — body tensing.
Then — softly, almost to herself:
“Now.”

She turned to Bharath — eyes blazing with something new.
Something dangerous.
Something final.

[heygiwriter]

Hey bro the story is getting very interesting but the story link is completely missing maanya and her revenge.

Manya Revenged him.. Bharath realize her game.. 
Even if it for few months. Maanya is now secure with Bharath and Bharath's family assets. 

Its just got cut short to short period revenge.. as aadharsh alerted, even without aadharsh influence bharath could not take it the treatment of her.

[heygiwriter]

So basically James did a wonderful job!!

James delivered ( About Aadarsh, Vikram And Bharat)—far more than Mirnaa expected, but the gaps in his report—specifically regarding Vikram’s affairs with Malar and Malvika—clearly stung. While / Maybe James provided the "what,"( Malar Malavika and Vikram Sex and affair)—he couldn't uncover the "why." It was only through Vikram’s own confession that the true motive surfaced: a play fueled purely by revenge.

Her habit of waiting at the gates and trailing Vikram (for 30 minutes )wasn't just about longing; it was tactical.— she likely caught bharat in the act or spotted his vehicle at that time!!

Trusting her instincts, Mirnaa began connecting the dots herself , By spotting Bharat’s vehicle at suspicious times, she gathered the final clues needed to confirm her darkest fear: Vikram’s life is in imminent danger, orchestrated by the combined forces of Bharat and Aadarsh.
Mirnaa’s current silence is not a sign of weakness—it is a calculated move. She is playing the long game, expertly gaining Bharat’s trust to infiltrate Aadarsh’s inner circle. Her goal is clear: uncover the final stage of their plan and save Vikram before the clock runs out.!!




Regards
Rocky ❤️

Sometimes i'm amazed by your observation, i was shocked when you guessed it right.
you had noticed enough hints i planted already

well done ROCKY BHAAI

[heygiwriter]

When I read your writing, the words go away and it's like I'm watching a movie. I forget that I'm reading.
I feel like I'm in the room with your characters. This is some very impressive writing—it feels proper.

Thanks a Lot.

[heygiwriter]

No words to say I am spellbound if your narration man

This is really a wonderful Spence mind game show

For the first time mirna was playing a game with all powerful people for what
Too save her husband or something else

But she is strong

Thanks Murali

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Chapter 160 – Mirna's Claim, Domination & The Intrusion



Mirnaa typed quickly on her phone, fingers steady despite everything.
Thanks, James. 
James: He’s started. might reach before an hour...

Thanks
She hit send. The screen glowed briefly in the dim room.

Bharath stood behind her, close enough that she could feel his heat — watching over her shoulder.
“Now?” he asked — voice low, rough with anticipation.

Mirnaa turned — eyes meeting his — dark, determined.
“Yes,” she said. “Now.”

She stepped past him, walked to the bedroom door — checked the lock again. 
Then — without hesitation — she reached behind her back, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor in a soft heap.

She stood in black lace bra and matching panties,body lit by the single lamp ,curves unapologetic, skin flushed from earlier tension.

Bharath stared — stunned.
This was not the Mirnaa he had known all those days. 

The shy, innocent girl he had once wanted to keep like a prize — fragile, pure, his to protect and possess. 
That woman was gone.
The woman before him was shameless. Hot. Dangerous. 
More dangerous than anyone he had ever known.

And when the prize itself asked to be taken… would he say no?
He smirked — slow, predatory.
“Then come, darling.”

Mirnaa walked to him, hips swaying — stopped by bharath inches away.
“You know our rules, right?” he said — voice husky. 
“You kiss me every time you unbutton each on my shirt.”

Mirnaa looked at him — eyes narrowing.
Then, without warning , she grabbed the front of his shirt — and tore it open.
Buttons flew — fabric ripped — exposing the black lace beneath.

Bharath’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing—”

Mirnaa stepped closer — voice low, dangerous.
“How many times did you tear my blouses and tops in Goa? I’m just returning what I learned from you.”

She leaned in — lips brushing his ear.
“And don’t expect me to follow all your shitty rules. 
I will honor your needs. 
You will honor mine. That’s it. 

No place for such shittiness. 
Don’t try to control me just because we’ll have sex regularly.”

The fire — the boldness — in her eyes was something he had never seen. Never expected.
He smiled — intrigued, almost reverent.

“I’m intrigued by the new Mirnaa.”
He reached for her, but she caught his wrists — pushed him back onto the bed.

“Undress yourself,” she said — command, not request.
Bharath pulled off his pants — boxers — everything — until he lay naked, hard, waiting.

Mirnaa climbed over him — straddled his hips, her hand wrapping around his cock, firm, possessive.
“Did you miss him?” he asked — voice rough.

She looked down at him — expression unreadable.
“Not really.”

Then, suddenly, she pushed him flat — positioned herself above him.
“I’m taking the lead.”


She reached down with deliberate slowness, fingers curling around his thick, throbbing length. Bharath’s breath hitched as she positioned him at her slick entrance — the heat of her core already kissing the swollen head. Their eyes locked — hers dark, commanding; his wide with shock and raw hunger.



Mirnaa sank down, inch by torturous inch, stretching herself around him. 
The sensation was exquisite agony: the slow burn of fullness, the velvet drag of her inner walls gripping him, the way her body resisted then yielded, swallowing him completely until her ass rested flush against his thighs.

A low, guttural moan tore from her throat — head tipping back slightly — but her gaze never wavered from his. She stayed still for a heartbeat — letting him feel every pulsing inch buried inside her — letting him feel her control.

Bharath groaned — deep, animal — hips jerking upward instinctively, desperate for more friction.
Mirnaa’s hands slammed onto his chest — nails biting into skin — pinning him down.

“Don’t,” she hissed. “Don’t move until I say.”

She began to roll her hips — slow, circular grinds at first — dragging her clit against his pubic bone with every lazy rotation. Each movement was calculated — torturing them both. Her breasts swayed gently above him, nipples tight and flushed. Sweat already beaded between them, trickling down her sternum, pooling in the hollow of her throat.



Bharath’s hands flew to her hips — fingers digging in, trying to force her faster.

She slapped them away — hard — the crack of skin on skin echoing in the room.
“I said — don’t touch.”

He obeyed — hands falling back to fist the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling with restraint.

Mirnaa’s pace quickened ,hips snapping down now — taking him deeper, harder, every downward plunge forcing a choked sound from his throat. Her moans grew louder, raw, unrestrained , no longer soft or shy. They were feral, hungry, filling the room like a chant.


“You once told me…” she panted, leaning forward until her breasts brushed his chest, nipples grazing his skin with every thrust, “…when a woman rides you… it shows how she wants it. Her initiative.”

She clenched around him deliberately — inner muscles fluttering — making him curse under his breath.
“Maybe that’s me now.”

Every thrust 
every wet slap of flesh , shook the bed frame. 

The headboard thudded rhythmically against the wall. Their sounds,slick, desperate, obscene, leaked through the thin walls.


Outside in the hall, Shiney stood frozen, face burning, heart pounding against her ribs. She had supported Mirnaa , believed her pain, but this… raw, loud, unapologetic sex on the second day after everything? The moans, the creaking bed, the unmistakable rhythm , it disturbed her deeply. She questioned everything ,her own judgment, her loyalty, her role in this chaos.


She slipped out quietly , stepped onto the protico , arms wrapped tight around herself , staring into the night, trying to unhear the sounds still drifting through the cracked window.

Inside , Mirnaa rode him harder , faster, chasing the edge. Her nails raked down his chest , leaving angry red lines. Bharath was lost — body arching, hips bucking helplessly beneath her, completely at her mercy. She leaned down, lips brushing his ear, whispering filthy praise between gasps.

“Come for me… now.”

He shattered , hips jerking up ,spilling deep inside her with a broken groan. The sensation pushed Mirnaa over, walls clenching rhythmically, body shuddering — a sharp, keening cry escaping her as she came apart on top of him.

She collapsed forward — forehead pressed to his shoulder — both of them trembling, slick with sweat and release.

After long moments — breaths still ragged — she lifted her head.
“Now kiss me.”

Bharath surged up — still buried inside her, in the same cowgirl position  and claimed her mouth. Their tongues tangled , slow, possessive , tasting salt and need. His hands finally moved , cradling her face, thumbs brushing away the damp strands of hair clinging to her cheeks.

He broke the kiss — voice wrecked.

“I don’t understand… why are you like this? Are you so hot for sex?”
Mirnaa’s eyes met his — clear, focused, almost tender.

“No, im not hot for sex” she whispered. “I’m determined.”


She kissed him again — brief, fierce — then pulled back.

“Now you know it’s not a fake promise. We will benefit from both of us. This is just a token. We will explore more — like you want. In return… you know what to do. Destroy all evidence when I say. Take me to Aadharsh. Plan something. Get him under our control.”
She smiled — small, dangerous.

“I won’t leave you until my goal is reached. 
We will be sexual partners… and allies.”

Bharath stared — stunned, aroused, terrified.
Then 
slowly 
he kissed her again
deeper — tangling them together for long minutes.

Until — suddenly — a horn sounded outside.
Sharp. Close.

Mirnaa broke the kiss — eyes narrowing.

She pulled herself off him — Bharath’s cock slick with both their juices — and stood.
She unlocked the door , picked up her discarded panties — slipped them on.

She returned — lay back on the bed.

“Cover us with the bedsheet,” she said. “Come on top of me. Kiss me like you own me.”

Bharath obeyed , pulling the sheet over them, settling between her legs,kissing her deeply,possessively — tongues tangling — bodies pressed close.

The door exploded inward.
Wood splintered. The lock tore free.
Vikram stood in the doorway — chest heaving, eyes wild, fists clenched.

She had heard the horn, had known , had come back — desperate, furious, terrified.
And now he saw them.

Mirnaa — in bra and panties — tangled beneath Bharath
sheets barely covering them — bodies slick, flushed, unmistakable evidence of what had just happened.

Shiney stood behind him — pleading.
“Vikram — don’t —”

But Vikram was already moving.
He lunged — fist connecting with Bharath’s face — hard.

Bharath staggered — blood on his lip.
Shiney panicked — pushed Vikram back.

“Stop it, Vikram!” Mirnaa shouted — voice sharp. “Why are you here?”
Vikram stared at her — chest heaving.

“What is this, Mirnaa? It’s not even two full days… and you’re already with him like this?”
His voice cracked.

“I didn’t believe Swathi when she said you chose him… that you just… like this… for sex. I still don’t believe any of it. 
Okay 
okay 
okay… if this is what you want… 

I allow. 

Have sex with him. But come back home.”


Mirnaa looked at him — expression cold.
“Vikram… you saw it yourself. Do you think this will work out anymore? 
Yes — I’m mesmerized by whatever Bharath does to me. I choose this. It’s time to accept this and move on.”

Her body — sweat-slick, thighs marked with their combined release — spoke louder than words.
Vikram felt defeated — staring at the evidence of her choice.
Mirnaa stepped closer — voice softening — almost gentle.

“Please, Vikram… for the sake of our old love… don’t humiliate yourself. Please. Go away. Live your own life. Start fresh. Forget me.”
Vikram shook his head — tears streaming.

“No, Mirnaa… I can do anything for you. I know i messed it up i only loved you... I’m ready to do whatever just to get you back ”
“Stop, Vikram,” she cut him off — voice firm. “Don’t say you could do anything. Again and again. I asked you to divorce me. Will you be able to do that?”

Vikram’s voice broke.
“Ask anything other than divorce…”

Mirnaa turned her head — looked at him.
“Can you live a normal life? Just the electronic shops? 
Can you leave back your dark network — illegal business — all of it? You can’t do that, Vikram.”

Vikram looked down — defeated.
“Not yet… I have something to complete. Once I do it… I’ll go back to normal. I promise.”

Mirnaa shook her head.

“No. I can’t trust you anymore. Swathi once wished Krish to leave the business. Now he is almost no more. She clings to you for her future. You pushed the same to me. It’s just… I started clinging to another man much earlier.”

She turned to Bharath — hand caressing his face — gentle, almost tender.
“Sorry,” she whispered.

Vikram staggered back — broken.
Mirnaa looked at him one last time.

“Go. Drop your illegal business. Stay at least true for Swathi. She seems to love you. Just take care of her. At least.”
Vikram moved — defeated — stumbling out.
Shiney followed — leaving them alone.
Mirnaa turned to Bharath — voice low.
“Did it hurt?”

Bharath touched his split lip — tasted blood.
“Wouldn’t it?”

Then — quietly — he asked:
“Why did you challenge him to drop the illegal business? Is that your endgame?”
Mirnaa smiled — small, secret.

“No. But did you hear what he said? He wanted to complete something. It’s none other than finishing Aadharsh. I fear he should not do it. He should not get his hands dirty again. What I did now will confuse him. He will get diverted. His progress toward Aadharsh will slow down. We should utilize this time.”

Bharath looked at her — almost reverent.
“What should I do?”

Mirnaa stepped closer — hand on his chest.
“Continue your friendship with Aadharsh. Make him believe you work for him. That you’re nearing Vikram every inch. That you two are looking for something solid to plant on Vikram’s side. Make Aadharsh hopeful. Light. Lethargic.”

Bharath smiled — slow, dangerous.
“You’re too scheming, Mirnaa.”

But i have a doubt.. just before vikram came in you quickly unlocked the door,
wore your panties and asked me to come top of you!
You already know he is here?

Mirnaa smiled, yes
How?
I know his car horn sound.. 

All these years, whenever he comes home, he used to horn near the gate, it got recorded in my head.. 

Wont i know it.. 
and my detective alerted me he is coming.. 

I want to see him... how i got involved in sex with you.. it should not be a slap on his face, i still worry about him getting hurt like extreme humiliation if he caught me with  you nude. 


Don't he get hurt now, seeing us semi nude, knowing what we would have done.. yea he even seen us smooching and kissing.. I don't understand... If you love him so much why did you do?

Because i want him to hate me.. 

Why Mirna?

Dont ask me why?! all you wanted to know is i cannot go back to him. 

i want him safe and secure and leave all the illegal business. 
we will achieve that, my prize is his peace, your prize is our sex and our life together..



For the first time Bharath got stuck with something he was unsure.. 
But the Mirna the prize is worth anything.. 


She kissed the spot where Vikram’s punch had landed — soft, possessive.

Their eyes met — fire reigniting.
He wanted more and she knows she should have him in her control..

The night stretched — sleepless for Shiney — filled with their moans echoing through the house.

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Chapter 161 – The New Home & The Deep Claim


Shiney left the hospital earlier than usual that day.

She didn’t speak to Mirnaa when she came to pick her up. She just got into the car, started the engine, and drove in silence. The air inside felt thick, suffocating. Mirnaa sat beside her — quiet, sensing the shift — but she didn’t ask why. She already knew.

Shiney felt wrong about everything.

She had brought Mirnaa here thinking she was saving her, giving her a safe place to breathe, to heal. Instead, something disgusting had taken root in her home. The sounds, the moans, the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the low growls and sharp gasps — had seeped into the walls. She couldn’t unhear them. She couldn’t unsee the way Mirnaa had changed — from broken wife to something bold, shameless, almost predatory.

And she couldn’t stop it.
She felt complicit. Dirty. Wrong.

When they reached the apartment, Shiney didn’t get out of the car immediately. She gripped the steering wheel — knuckles white.
“I’m going to stay at my colleagues place tonight,” she said — voice flat.


Mirnaa looked at her — expression unreadable.
“Okay.”

No argument. No pleading.
Shiney glanced at her — searching for the old Mirnaa — the one who would have cried, who would have asked her to stay.

She didn’t find her.
Mirnaa stepped out — closed the door softly — and walked inside without looking back.

Alone in the apartment, Mirnaa stood in the hallway for a long moment. She didn’t want to move out — not yet. Moving alone with Bharath felt riskier. She needed someone overseeing her, not to control her, but to make her feel safer. Someone who could witness, who could anchor her if things went wrong. Unless Bharath proved, beyond sex — that he was truly her partner, she wouldn’t fully trust moving in with him alone.


The night Bharath and Mirnaa engaged in another 3 hours of sexual tangling..

Next morning... 

She walked to the kitchen — her old ritual — and started preparing coffee. Two cups. The way she used to do for Vikram every morning.
The thought came unbidden.

Would he have had it today? Would Swathi have made it for him?

Her hand trembled, coffee spoon clattering against the steel tumbler. 

She set everything down walked to the bathroom — locked the door.
Hot water poured over her, scalding , but she didn’t flinch. She stood under the spray until her skin turned red, crying silently, shoulders shaking.

The tears mixed with the water — disappearing down the drain.

She came out — dried herself — dressed in a simple kurti and leggings — hair loose, still damp.
Then she thought, no lets change outfits, she decided to go and shop with Bharath and get some modern outfits. 


Vikram, meanwhile, didn’t know what was really happening.

He tried calling Shiney — multiple times — begging to speak to Mirnaa alone. She refused every time.

He showed up at the apartment twice that week — desperate, hollow-eyed. 

Each time, Mirnaa opened the door , body marked in new ways: faint bite marks on her neck, sometimes hidden under a scarf, sometimes not;

outfits more modern, more revealing ,sleeveless tops, fitted jeans, kohl-lined eyes that made her look like someone else.

Mirna purposely did, every time she saw his eyes, she was expected a hatred, disappointment.. 

finally she could see the disappointment, fear.. soon hate me virkam. she said to herself.

He slowed down visiting — but he never left her in his thoughts.

He wanted to finish Aadharsh soon — tie up every loose end — so he could leave the empire behind. 
Hand it off to someone. Disappear into normalcy.

Unknown to him — Mirnaa had blocked every move.

James had tracked his men — quietly rerouted leads — fed false trails. 
Vikram’s search for Aadharsh slowed to a crawl. He thought it was bad luck. Bad timing.
It wasn’t.

The week passed like lightning.
Every night — Bharath came.
Every night — they fucked.
Hard. Long. Unrestrained.
Mirnaa took control more each time — riding him until he begged, pinning his wrists, whispering commands that made him shudder. Bharath learned fast — learned to wait, to obey, to give when she demanded. Their bodies became fluent in each other — slick, urgent, addictive.
Then the weekend came.


Bharath looked at her over breakfast — casual, almost gentle.
“Accompany me to a place.”

Mirnaa didn’t ask questions. She just nodded.
He drove her to a premium apartment complex in the heart of Chennai — gated, secure, cameras at every corner. 
A rented flat — fully furnished, high floor, city view.
He opened the door — let her step inside.

“I rented it for us,” he said — voice low. “Vikram keeps bothering you — he won’t stop looking. This is gated. People won’t be allowed easily. Unlike Shiney’s individual house. Even if Aadharsh smelled something… he can’t risk entering here. And our privacy…”

He said he called owner he would arrive in 20 mins, after you said okay lets sign it today

Mirnaa looked around — modern, clean, anonymous. Safe.
She turned to him — eyes searching.
He smiled — small, almost shy.

“I have a surprise. Open it.”
He handed her a cupboard locker key.

Mirnaa walked over — inserted the key — turned.
Inside — pendrives. Files. A laptop. Folders labeled with dates, names, transactions.

“Whatever I collected,” Bharath said quietly. “Everything that could make Vikram surrender. I didn’t hand it to Aadharsh. 
I want to give it to you. Order me what to do.”

Mirnaa stared — stunned — then slowly smiled.
“You became obedient to me.”

Bharath laughed — soft, genuine.
“I’m intrigued.”

She stepped closer — hand on his chest.
“Real question — what do you want? Shall we have sex here?”

Bharath glanced at his watch.
“No. The owner will come anytime soon. I informed him — 15 minutes.”


Mirnaa’s hands dropped to his pants  fingers deft, impatient, yanking the zipper down with a sharp rasp of metal teeth. Bharath’s cock sprang free ,already thick, heavy, pulsing with heat — the head flushed dark and glistening at the tip.



Bharath groaned low in his throat — the sound vibrating through his chest ,as her cool palm wrapped around him, stroking once, slow and firm, feeling him swell even harder against her skin.

“For your sincerity,” she whispered , voice husky, edged with dark promise. “Fuck my mouth the way you want.”
Mirna when did you learn speaking dirty?
will a women speak lik this?

She asked why not, let me learn new things, to keep you satisfied.. 

At this rate i don't think you will ever go back to Vikram

Mirna in her mind she said to herself, this exact thought you need to built that way you will speed up, the progress ...the goal.. but dont worry i wont leave you. i will stick 

She sank to her knees in one fluid motion ,the carpet rough against her skin, eyes never leaving his. Her gaze was molten , commanding, daring him to lose control. Her lips parted , soft, wet, inviting , tongue flicking out to wet them deliberately.

Bharath’s hand fisted in her hair — not gentle now — tight enough to sting, anchoring her exactly where he wanted. He guided himself forward — the swollen head brushing her lower lip, smearing a bead of pre-cum across it like gloss. Mirnaa opened wider — tongue flattening — and took him in.



Inch by thick inch — slow at first , she swallowed him down. Her throat relaxed with practiced ease, but the stretch still made her eyes water instantly. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, slick and glistening , as he pushed deeper, hitting the soft back of her throat. She moaned around him — low, vibrating — the sound rippling up his shaft like electricity.


Bharath cursed under his breath — hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“Fuck—”

He didn’t hold back.

The first thrust was measured — testing — sliding in and out of her warm, wet mouth. 

Mirnaa’s hands gripped his thighs — nails digging crescent moons into muscle — urging him deeper, faster. 

Saliva dripped in thick strands from her chin — coating his balls — as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.


Harder. Faster.

Her cheeks hollowed with every pull-back — lips stretched tight around his girth — tongue swirling desperately along the underside. Tears streamed freely down her face now — mascara smudging into dark rivulets — but her eyes stayed locked on his — fierce, unblinking — daring him to break first.

Bharath’s control frayed.

His hips snapped forward — brutal, relentless — fucking her throat with punishing rhythm. The wet, choking sounds filled the room — gluck-gluck-gluck — obscene and intoxicating. Mirnaa gagged — throat convulsing around him — but she didn’t pull away. She took it — deeper — nose brushing his pubic bone on every thrust — gagging hard, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her chest.



Bharath’s grip tightened — knuckles white in her hair — hips stuttering.
“Mirnaa— fuck— I’m—”



He yanked himself free at the last second — hand pumping furiously — and came with a broken roar.

Thick ropes of cum erupted across her waiting tongue — hot, salty, flooding her mouth. Some spilled over her lips — dripping down her chin in viscous strands — but she didn’t flinch. She swallowed what she could — throat working visibly — eyes still locked on his — defiant, triumphant. A final spurt landed on her cheek — pearlescent against flushed skin — sliding slowly toward her jaw.

Bharath shuddered — legs trembling — staring down at her like she was something holy and profane all at once.
Mirnaa licked her swollen lips — slow, deliberate — tasting him.


Without giving a second time, bharath bent and gave a kiss on her lip

Then — without breaking eye contact — she rose to her feet.
She stepped into him — body pressing flush — and kissed him.
Deep. Filthy. Possessive.

Her tongue pushed into his mouth — carrying the taste of him — salty, bitter, unmistakable. Bharath groaned into the kiss — hands finally moving — gripping her waist, pulling her tighter — tasting himself on her lips, her tongue, her everything.



They kissed like they were drowning — messy, desperate — tongues sliding, teeth clashing — until both were breathless, panting against each other’s mouths.




Bharath said i never did something nasty like this.. Mirnaa where you learned this.. he spitted thrice after realising what he did..
Mirnaa laughed.. 

Mirnaa pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips:
“Now you know… I’m not playing.”

Bharath stared at her — wrecked, awed, already hardening again.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re going to ruin me.”


Mirnaa’s smile was slow — wicked — dangerous.
“Good,” she said.
“That’s exactly what I want.”



Minutes later — the flat owner arrived.
They signed the papers — Mirnaa wiping her mouth discreetly — both of them flushed, breathless.
The owner left.

Mirnaa looked at Bharath — eyes dark.
“Now,” she said.

They reached shineys place late night 
The night stretched — sleepless for Shiney — filled with their moans echoing through the new walls.

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Chapter 162 – Mirna's advice to Bharath & The Lead for Vikram


The morning sun rays slipped through the half-closed curtains of the new flat — soft gold streaks painting the tangled sheets, the scattered clothes, the two naked bodies still entwined on the bed.

Mirnaa woke first.

She lay still for a moment — Bharath’s arm heavy across her waist, his breath warm against her neck. The room smelled of sex — sweat, musk, the faint metallic tang of last night’s intensity. Her body ached pleasantly — thighs sore, lips swollen, skin marked in places only he would see.

She felt thristy, she poured a water and drank.. Bharath woke up star at her.. 
He reached for her — hand sliding up her thigh.
Mirnaa caught his wrist — gentle but firm.
“Lets get bath first.”
Here is a cup of water for you!

He smirked — sat up — pulled her onto his lap anyway. She straddled him — breasts brushing his chest — handed him his cup.
They drank in silence for a moment — sipping, watching each other.

Bharath set his cup aside — voice low.

“I guess you’re revenging me by draining my energy with your sex. Maybe we should pause.”
Mirnaa laughed — loud, genuine — head thrown back.

The sound surprised him. It was the first real laugh he’d heard from her in days.
She leaned in — lips brushing his.

“If you’re satisfied enough… then we should discuss the real deal.”
Bharath smiled — slow, dangerous.

“I know. I know you wanted to come to a point. But let’s have coffee first.”
Mirnaa glanced at the empty kitchenette — then at the time on her phone: 6:30 a.m.

“We haven’t even packed our stuff yet. There’s no stove here.”
She laughed again — light — but suddenly her expression shifted. Something distant flickered in her eyes.

Bharath noticed.
“What happened?”

She breathed deeply — set her cup down.
“No thoughts on Vikram. I don’t know if he had coffee now. I always prepared it and kept it in the flask.”

Her voice cracked — just slightly.
Bharath stared at her — stunned.

“Even after our new life… this sexual relationship going super strong… you still didn’t forget him. You didn’t stop loving him. I’m surprised.”
Mirnaa looked at him — eyes soft for the first time in days.

“What about you? Did you hate Manya? Did you forget her? You loved her so much that you didn’t touch a finger on her. You just wanted to revenge Vikram — not lay a finger on her, not disturb her, not even throw her out. Instead you chose to come out. Don’t I know it was love?”

Bharath looked away — jaw tight.
He is not aware of what he had done, until mirna reminded him, yes he didnt do anything againts manya, all he did was coming out of the realtionship and he just revenged Vikram.

She continued — voice gentle.
“I know your story. Your way of expressing love is the issue. 
She gets offended.

Then she spilled one more truth…”

Mirnaa paused — eyes searching his.
“We have explored a lot in sex. We may have a ferocious affair. But end of the day — when body heat goes away — our heart aches for real loved ones. We can fuck each other… but our love belongs to someone else. It cannot be changed.”

Bharath swallowed hard.
“But she tricked me betrayed me. She lived a false life with me.”

Mirnaa’s hand cupped his face.
“Maybe. She is doing it out of revenge. 
Make her understand your love.
Unlike me — you have a chance.”
She leaned closer.

“Say in case of me — there is nothing, i know vikram can lead a new life.. But for you there is Priya, her daughter. Manya, your father and mother. 
Go ahead and spend some time weekly once. When she sees you loving her daughter — she will drop her guards. You have not exhibited something he she looked forward with you.. may be you just focused on Manya and left out her daughter. 
You would have only interested in her and not the baby.”

For a mother, the protection is not just about her, its on her baby to financially, mentally.
You should have made an impact that her daughter needs you.. when such case arrises, she would have not risked this way.. 
You missed that opportunity, you had always thrown money in that place. 


Bharath stared — realization dawning.
Mirnaa continued — voice soft but firm.

“You still have a chance. 
I will be always here. You can come anytime — we will continue our bed games.
But if you want — go and pursue her. Unlike us — you have family. Father and mother. Think again.”

Yes i need you in game, but this will be over soon, if all falls in right places. But after that, think about it... 
you will be bored with 24/7 sex with me.

Bharath looked at her — eyes conflicted.
She went on.

“When our plan unfolds… there may be a chance I may not be able to get back from the web I built. 
For sure, I won’t drag you there.

So you need a hold. 

Vikram had Swathi. You need Manya. Try. 
Be frank to her. Even if both hate each other — just hang around there.
Once a week. You will see a change.”

Bharath caught her words — suddenly alert.
“By the way… what did you say?
 The plan unfolds — you may not come back?”

Mirnaa’s eyes darkened.

“You had not revealed your plan yet. I have surrendered all documents to you. 
What is the plan you are saying always about finishing Aadharsh — means???”
Mirnaa looked at him — calm, steady.

“I won’t harm anyone. And I won’t allow Vikram to harm him. My plan is to legally trap Aadharsh — or trick him into bigger trouble by making him offend someone he cannot pay for. In both ways… we can come out with our hands clean. There is risk. If he escapes in both — he may harm the master planner. I should make sure to make an impact the masterplanner it’s me.”

Bharath caught her face — thumbs brushing her cheeks.
“No, Mirnaa. Let’s do it together.”

He kissed her — deep, possessive.

She pulled back — just enough to speak.

“You go and visit your house. For me. Try this once. You will see a change. 
Once you are back… let me explain in detail.
We will sit and scheme a plan. 
For now — keep Aadharsh engaged. Make him trust you.”


Bharath nodded — eyes burning.

They went into a deep kiss again — tongues tangling — hands roaming — bodies pressing close.



In Vikram’s house — the morning was different.

Vikram was not himself.
He had started drinking once in a while — small amounts at first — then more.
The bottle sat on the table — half empty.

Swathi watched him — worried, aching.
She came close — sat beside him.

“What happened, Vikram? Why are you like this?”
Vikram looked at her — eyes hollow.

“Mirnaa wanted to stop the illegal markets I’ve been doing. But the issue is — I’m yet to catch Aadharsh. 
I’m wondering why my men could not reach them every time. It looks like someone is blocking.”


Swathi’s hand rested on his.
“I wanted Krish to step down from this business. He didn’t listen. I don’t want to lose you as well.”

She leaned in — voice soft.
“I don’t want to own you. I know Mirnaa took it that way. I mean — I don’t want to lose a friend. But that doesn’t mean Aadharsh should roam around. Catch him soon. And come out of this business — not just for Mirnaa… but for me too.”

She kissed him — soft, tentative.
Vikram kissed back — brief, grateful — then pulled away.

“I don’t know when Mirnaa changed. Ever since she went to the electronic shop…
her attitude seems changed. 

Something sparked.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Electronic shop…”

He recalled everything — the sudden changes — the distance — the coldness.
Did she know already?

Vikram decided.

He would stop searching for Aadharsh — and start searching for why Mirnaa changed.

That could lead him to more.

He believed — deep down — it would solve everything.

He kissed Swathi again — deeper this time.

“I got a lead,” he said quietly. “Hopefully that solves all the issues.”

Vikram decided to check CCTV in the electronic shops — and enquire with the staff there.

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Chapter 163 – The CCTV & The Clues


The morning light was harsh — slanting through the glass front of the T. Nagar electronics shop like knives. 
Vikram pushed open the door at 9:15 a.m. — unshaven, eyes bloodshot from too little sleep and too much whiskey the night before. 
The bell jingled a sound that used to feel like home. Now it felt like mockery.

Mohan was behind the counter — arranging chargers, same calm routine he’d followed for years. 
He looked up — saw Vikram’s face — and his hands stilled.

Both went into manager room..
Doors closed. Glass wall alone the partition.


“Anna,” Vikram said — voice low, rough.

 “I know you for long. You’re the one who gave shelter to a no-man like me. 
You would have heard Mirnaa left me. Did you know anything? Did you hide anything? 
Did she know my past through you… or some way?”

Mohan’s eyes flickered  just once — but enough.

He remembered Mirnaa’s visit — her quiet questions — the promise she’d extracted from him. 
James had spoken vaguely later: Mirnaa will stop Aadharsh soon. The split drama is for that. 
Mohan had stayed tight-lipped ever since.

He met Vikram’s gaze — steady.
“We just spoke business,” Mohan said softly. “I didn’t say anything.”

Vikram’s jaw tightened.
“CCTV will reveal all. If you all told otherwise… then don’t feel bad if I shout at you.”
He walked past Mohan — straight to the server room at the back.

The door was unlocked.
Inside — empty shelf where the DVR used to sit.
Vikram stared — disbelief turning to cold fury.
He stormed back to the counter.
“Where is the hard disk?”

Mohan sighed — almost apologetic.
“CCTV cameras’ hard disk was sent for repair almost two months ago. 
Warranty was there — so they asked for replacement. New one is coming next week.”

Vikram’s fist clenched on the counter.
“Shit.”

He didn’t know — couldn’t know — that Mirnaa had prepared far better than he’d ever thought. 
She’d anticipated this. She’d orchestrated the “repair” delay through Mohan months ago.

His doubt only intensified.
But he didn’t give up.

He stepped outside — scanned the street. Opposite the shop — a row of small stores: a tailoring shop, a pharmacy, a stationery store. All had external CCTV cameras — angled toward the road, toward his shop entrance.

Vikram’s eyes narrowed.
He crossed the street — entered the stationery shop — spoke to the owner in low tones. Money changed hands. 
The owner nodded — pulled up the footage on his computer.

Vikram sat there for hours — watching grainy black-and-white clips.

He was not sure when and who will be the person that will give a lead for him.. 
He knows it may take more time than it would take, but he decided to take whatever time takes. 

He couldn’t hear the words she spoke — but he could see the visuals.
People coming to meet her.
Some new faces — some repeated.

But nothing concrete, he decided to stay for a week and find out the truth 



Meanwhile — same week 
Bharath started visiting his home.

He left Mirnaa for a day, flew to Bangalore — walked into his parents’ house unannounced.
His mother cried when she saw him. His father just stared — worried, silent.
“Where were you suddenly?” his mother asked. “Without informing us?”

Bharath reasoned — “Business.”
Manya stood in the doorway — arms crossed — eyes wary.

He looked at her — really looked — and then walked straight to Priya’s room.
The little girl was playing with blocks — looked up — recognized him instantly — ran into his arms.

Bharath lifted her — genuine smile breaking across his face — kissed her forehead.

Manya shouted dont touch my daughter with your dirty hands..
“Don’t think I don’t know what you did to Vikram.”

Bharath met her eyes — calm.
“I too know what you did with Vikram. I mean — your revenge plan.”

He carried Priya into the hall — sat on the sofa — let her climb all over him. 
Manya watched — furious, but silent — because they were in front of the child.

Bharath didn’t push for sex. Didn’t even hint. He spent time with Priya playing, laughing, feeding her, putting her to sleep. He stayed away from Manya physically — slept on the couch — gave her space.

Manya expected him to demand — like always. He never did.
Instead — her nights became peaceful. 
Priya — usually a night bird — playing better with Bharath who stayed awake as long as Priya was awake.. 
If not for bharath, many would have to stay awake for priya..
Manya’s sleep wasn’t interrupted.

Priya's warmth become a new addiction for him..
He realised the truth in Mirnaa words, he felt one would not be enough, he decided. 

He stayed three days.
When he left — he kissed Priya goodbye — looked at Manya — said quietly:

“I’m not asking for forgiveness. I dont expect something in return from you.. 
Just… let me come once a week. Just for her.”

Manya didn’t answer — but she didn’t say no.

Back in Chennai — he told Mirnaa everything — showed photos of him with Priya.
Mirnaa smiled — genuinely happy for him.
Their sexual pleasure didn’t stop.
But now — there was something softer between them.


End of the week.

Vikram had a clue after week of patience and watching the clips.

across so many people who visited there at the shop

One man stood out — safari suit, bullet bike, parked always at the edge of the frame. He came often spoke casually outside the shop  sometimes with Mirnaa giving some photos papers, which he could see what it is blurred visuals. sometimes serious. 

The man in safari suit — bullet bike — visiting Mirnaa repeatedly.

Vikram noted the bike number — the man’s face — every detail.
He resolved — quietly, coldly — he would find that man.

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Chapter 163 – The Plan


The morning sun rays slipped through the half-open curtains of the new flat, painting soft golden stripes across the tangled sheets and the two naked bodies still entwined on the bed.

Mirnaa woke first — again.



She lay still for a moment, Bharath’s arm dbangd possessively across her waist, his steady breathing warm against her neck. Her body felt deliciously sore — thighs aching, lips swollen, skin marked with fresh bruises and bite marks from the night before. She smiled faintly — satisfied, but already shifting gears.

She slipped out from under him — silent, graceful — and padded naked to the kitchenette. The ritual again: two cups of coffee. Black for him. One sugar for her.

The aroma filled the space — grounding her.

She carried the cups back — set them on the nightstand — and climbed back onto the bed, straddling his hips.

Bharath stirred — eyes opening lazily — immediately darkening with hunger at the sight of her above him.

He didn’t speak — just reached for her — hands sliding up her thighs.

Mirnaa caught his wrists — pinned them gently above his head — leaned down until her breasts brushed his chest.

“Good morning,” she whispered — lips grazing his.

He groaned — hips lifting instinctively.

She sank down onto him  slow  taking him inch by inch — until he was buried deep inside her again. A low moan escaped both of them. Their lips met , soft at first , then deeper , tongues tangling lazily as she began to rock against him.

The sex was slower this time , less ferocious, more intimate. She rode him gently, rolling her hips in languid circles — savoring every slide, every pulse. Bharath’s hands , now free , roamed her back,her breasts , thumbs brushing her nipples until they peaked. She kissed him again — deeper — moaning into his mouth as she ground down harder. Their body in a position.. perfect Missionary.. like a fire slowly catching up..

20 mins later, 
They came together — quietly — bodies shuddering 
breaths mingling

a soft, shared release that felt almost tender.


Bharath collapsed back — breathless — staring at the ceiling.


“My days become brighter every time I have sex with you in the morning than at night,” he murmured — half-joking, half-serious.

Mirnaa laughed — low, genuine — head resting on his chest.
Then she lifted her head — eyes serious.

“I guess we should move ahead. I hope you got enough surety from me.”

Bharath smiled — slow, lazy.
“You mean the plan.”

She nodded.
“Yes. The plan. Let me hear you.”

He put his back against the headrest and pulled her into his embrace, his hands pressing her breasts, kissing her lips again and again.
“Continue, Mirnaa.”

“James gave me enough information,” she said. “Now I need more inputs from you. Only with your help I can proceed further.”

Bharath nodded.
“Ask me.”

Mirnaa sat up slightly — still straddling him — eyes sharp.
“Let me ask as a Q&A. Once you’re done answering, I will piece it together and then I will tell my plan.”

He smiled.
“Go ahead.”


1“ Who are the potential enemies for Aadharsh now?”

Bharath: “Obviously right now — Vikram.”
2. “Anyone else?”

Bharath: “No one. He lost the value in market, so no one will bother.”
3. “Is there people who are powerful enough but were cheated by Aadharsh?”

Bharath: “A lot. But he never offended anyone who is in power above him.”
4. Mirnaa smiled — leaned closer.

“He is powerless now, right? Has he offended anyone who was powerful enough now?”
Bharath looked at her — thoughtful.
“There could be plenty… but to be specific, when Vikram and Krish went to Noida for signing a new business, the client is a bigshot who cannot be offended. But he did it. He went into hiding after that… even now he is just fearing him
”5.“What’s his name?”
Bharath: “His name is Shobi. He is one important person. He didn’t concentrate because he is going for a family alliance marriage with a political party.”

Mirnaa rose up 
walked to the cupboard 
fetched a few documents 
handed them to Bharath.
He opened the folder — scanned quickly.

Detailed analysis of Aadharsh’s enemies. 
Filtered by common links with Vikram as well as friends. 
Shobi was highlighted — circled in red.

Bharath stared — stunned.
“Mirnaa… you are too fast.”
She smiled.

“All thanks to James.”
“So what’s the plan?” Bharath asked — voice low, eager.
Mirnaa sat beside him — voice calm, precise.
“Aadharsh wants you to trap Vikram legally, right?”

Bharath nodded.
“Yes.”

“Go and inform Aadharsh that next week Vikram is taking consignments from Shobi. 
And tell Aadharsh you are tipping it to government agencies.”
Bharath’s eyes widened.

“Vikram will be in trouble—”
Mirnaa cut him off — calm.

“Just tell this to Aadharsh. But you leak the information to Shobi’s team and say Aadharsh is trying to revenge them. 

Don’t say he is revenging Vikram — say he is revenging Shobi. 
Shobi is a gangster, right? Even if Aadharsh is broken — he has loyal people around. 
We cannot underestimate him. 

Let Shobi’s gang and his gang fight with each other. When Shobi realizes 
he will automatically protect Vikram.”


Bharath stared — realization dawning.

“Your original intention was to make Vikram come out of that business, right?”
She nodded.

“Yes. But looking at the scenario… even if he is in for it, he needs protection. Let Vikram decide when he has to come out.”
She looked at him — serious.

“Go and meet Aadharsh today and inform him.”
The same day — Vikram got a clue.

The person in safari suit — the frequent visitor — was James. A detective.
He was about to go find him when his phone rang.

Shobi.
“Prepare for the consignment arriving next week.”
Vikram paused — mind racing.

He decided to put it on hold for a day.

Meanwhile — Bharath reached Aadharsh.
He informed him — voice steady.

“Vikram is taking consignments from Shobi next week.
you need to do the tipping - to government agencies. Use your links to top officials.”
Aadharsh’s eyes gleamed — cold, calculating.
“Good. Let’s being the show.

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What is this, where am I, and who am I

did i missed something?

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Chapter 164 – The Web Tightens - Aadharsh Falls in Trap but escaped

Vikram was buried in the consignment chaos that week — physically present at the warehouse, checking manifests, coordinating drivers, eyes scanning every shadow. The shipment from Shobi was high-value — electronics routed through multiple layers to mask the real cargo — and he couldn’t afford a single mistake. But even as he worked, his mind kept circling back to the same questions.

Why does James meet Mirnaa?
Why did James’ men block every lead I had on Aadharsh?

The doubt grew into certainty. But he was unsure about her connection with James..
But why?

The week felt endless — sleep snatched in snatches, coffee cold by the time he drank it. Swathi watched him silently  worry etched deeper every day — but she didn’t push. She knew he was chasing ghosts.



Meanwhile — in Bangalore — Bharath split his days.

Mornings and afternoons with Manya and Priya — patient, present, no demands.
Evenings — he flew back to Chennai, to Mirnaa.

Sex was still ferocious — still hungry — but now it was secondary.

Most nights they sat at the small dining table — documents spread out, coffee going cold — piecing together the trap.


They didn’t plant one snare — they planted five.

False leads to low-level officials. Whispered rumours to Aadharsh’s old rivals. Anonymous tips to Income Tax about unexplained cash flows. A doctored shipment manifest suggesting Aadharsh was double-crossing a major supplier in Mumbai. 

Each thread carefully woven — each one tightening the noose without Mirnaa or Bharath ever appearing in the light.

The real masterpiece was Shobi.

Bharath had fed Aadharsh the lie: “Vikram’s taking a big consignment from Shobi next week. I’m tipping the agencies — use your contacts.”

Aadharsh — arrogant, desperate to reclaim power — took the bait. He activated his own network — paid off a mid-level customs officer — expecting Vikram’s entire operation to collapse in one raid.

He never saw the counter-move.

Mirnaa had already leaked the same “tip” to Shobi’s people through James — but twisted.

“Aadharsh is coming for you. He’s still bitter about Noida. He’s planning to sabotage your next big alliance marriage — leak your old deals to the political family.”
Shobi — a gangster who never forgave — didn’t wait for proof.
The consignment date arrived.

Vikram was on-site — tense, watching every truck — when Shobi called.
“Leakage,” Shobi said — voice ice-cold. “Someone tipped the agencies. 
Aadharsh’s fingerprints are all over it.”

Vikram froze.


He diverted the consignment at the last minute — rerouted through a trusted alternate route — and barely escaped a raid that never came.

Shobi didn’t waste time.


He mobilized his gang — twenty armed men — descended on Aadharsh’s last known safehouse on the outskirts of Chennai.

Bullets tore through the night.

Aadharsh’s men fought back , smarter, better trained , but outnumbered. They escaped , barely ,leaving blood and broken glass behind.

Aadharsh — shaken — retreated deeper into hiding.

That same night — one of his closest allies whispered the findings.

Im ont sure, but everything leads to Bharath… and Vikram’s wife.”
Aadharsh’s eyes turned black with rage.
What ?

The ally said, Shobi was tipped by a person James, he is an ex cop and detective, we cant reach him but he had been constantly in touch with Mirna, VIkram’s wife
She was separated and living with bharath right?


Ally said who knows may be they are orchestrating a drama and working together.


Aadahrsh realised there is no way the leak can happen.. 


Ally informed, not just that we are now searched by all our enemies, everything was fed by James. 


Shit he said..
“Find them,” he ordered. “Teach them a lesson.”


Meanwhile  Vikram sat in his study  lights off 
 CCTV footage playing on loop from the opposite shop.
The man in safari suit — James — meeting Mirnaa repeatedly.
Conversations he couldn’t hear — but body language he could read.



She wasn’t afraid of James.
She trusted him.


And every time Vikram’s men got close to Aadharsh — James appeared in the frame.
The realization hit like a punch.


He displayed all  collected bits and pieces — discreet enquiries through old contacts, cross-referencing timestamps from the opposite shop CCTV.


He analysed and found the thing…  The pattern was clear: whenever his team got close to Aadharsh’s location, something — or someone — diverted them. False tips. Sudden roadblocks. Leaked decoy addresses. And James’ name kept surfacing — always one step ahead.


His head spin, he recollected everything, she might have known his past already, the past does not matter to her, she needs a reason to split from me, but in the shadows, she doesnt want me to do anything.. 


He phoned Mohan, and said anna, i have new findings.. Just tell me once.. Mirnaa knows my past already right.. And I know the James detective was hired by you..  You had transferred the fund as a donation to him.. 


Dont lie to me.. Please tell me the truth.

Mohan finally sadi.. Yes Mirnaa wanted to protect you. She is going behind Aadharsh.. She doesnt want to get your hand dirty.. This is my guess from whatever she said to me.. Even i dont know fully story..  This is what i got hint frm James. He is my old friend.. 

Thanks anna atleast you said it now.. 
He connected all the dots.. 

She been shielding me from Aadharsh.
She’s been protecting me.

All these months — blocking him from Aadharsh — not because she hated him… but because she didn’t want his hands dirty again.

She wanted him out of the business — clean — normal.
But then why Bharath?
Why the sex?

Why the cold dismissal?
He didn’t understand.

But he knew one thing.
He had to meet Shiney.
He drove to her apartment — heart pounding — mind racing.


Meanwhile, Bharath has been tipped by his informer, James, to text her.. Aadahrsh smells, be safe. Bharath is sure they cant enter inside t he apartment.. So many VIP’s here ,entering in is a risk..

But he knows they could target all the friends and family and the worst part. Off late Mirna’s car was shiny.

They immediately called and asked shiny to get to their apartment or at least leave the car here. 

She asked for a reason and they said its a bigger issue. Come here we will tell..
She said she will take some clothes from the house and will arrive later.. 


Bharath urged not to do that.. Trust them and come here.. But shiny didnt listen.. 
She drove the car to her house. 


20 Mins later. 
Vikram approached the building — he saw the car parked in the portico but lights still on...

Three men — masked — dragging Shiney toward a black van.
She was fighting — kicking — screaming.


Vikram floored the accelerator — tires screeching — but the van was already moving.
He chased — horn blaring — but they vanished into traffic.

He slammed the brakes — fists on the wheel — breathing hard.
They had her.

And he had missed them.

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Chapter 165 – The Trap & The Chase


Aadharsh sat in the dim back room of an old godown on the city outskirts cigarette smoke curling around his face like a noose. His closest ally stood before him — head bowed — delivering the report.

“They took the wrong woman,” the man said quietly.
“It’s not Mirnaa. It’s her friend — Shiney.”

Aadharsh exhaled a long plume of smoke — eyes narrowing.
Silence stretched — heavy, dangerous.

Then — unexpectedly — he laughed. Low. Cold.
“Okay,” he said. “It’s okay.”

The ally looked up — confused.
Aadharsh crushed the cigarette under his boot.

“Mirnaa and Bharath will come for her. 
They have to. She’s too close to them. Do one thing — I don’t wish to see their faces.”
He leaned forward — voice dropping to a whisper.

“Take her to the abandoned mill. Tie her in the yard part — the old loading bay. When the two reach there to take her away… make sure you pull the string. Let the whole structure collapse on them. 

The ally nodded — already moving.
Aadharsh leaned back — eyes glinting.

“Let them come.”

Meanwhile — Vikram was tearing through his network like a man possessed.

He sat in his car — parked in a dark alley near Shiney’s apartment — phone pressed to his ear, calling every contact he had left. 
Old drivers. Warehouse guards. Even street-level informants who owed him favors.

Nothing.
No trace of the van. No license plate. No witnesses willing to talk.

His hands shook — rage and fear twisting inside him.
Then — his phone buzzed.

Shobi.
Vikram answered — voice tight.
“Tell me you have something.”

Shobi’s voice was calm — too calm.
“I do. Your some one named James had tipped us about Aadharsh’s plan. 
Vikram’s breath caught.

“James… what?”
His mind quickly connected “She wanted Shobi and Aadharsh to have a face-off,” 

Shobi continued. “i will bring him down. In that way — you stay safe forever.”
Vikram stared at the dashboard — world tilting.


Mirnaa…
He whispered — almost to himself.

“I know it. You love me so much…”

He ended the call — hands trembling — tears burning behind his eyes.
He dialed Swathi.

She answered on the first ring — voice worried.
“Vikram? Where are you?”

He spoke — voice breaking.
“I found out. All of it. Mirnaa… she’s been protecting me. Blocking every move against Aadharsh. Using James to feed false leads. 

Tipping Shobi so he’d hit Aadharsh. She wanted him gone — without me getting my hands dirty. 
She wanted me out of the business. Clean. Normal.”

Swathi was silent for a long moment.
“Then why… Bharath?”

Vikram’s voice cracked.
“I don’t know. Maybe she needed him — ex-cop, connections. Maybe he’s helping her like a hero. Or maybe… maybe he’s trying to take her forever.”

Swathi’s voice hardened — protective.
“Then fight for it.”

Vikram wiped his eyes — jaw setting.
“I’m going to.”

His phone buzzed again — text from one of his men.
Mirnaa and Bharath on the way to a location to get Shiney. Coordinates attached. The yard is a trap — if you stay there more than 10 mins, it could collapse.

Vikram stared at the screen — heart slamming.
He looked at Swathi’s name on the call log — whispered:

“This time… I’ll recover Shiney.”


He threw the car into gear — tires screeching — engine roaring as he tore through the city streets.

I will be the hero she needs. i will prove my love.. Its my Game, i wont let bharath win this time..

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PRESENT DAY 
CONNECTED TO CHAPTER 1:

CHAPTER 166 - THE PULL 

Vikram knew the stakes. Every time he had pulled a string in this long game, Bharath had somehow scored ahead. This time he could not afford to lose.


The highway shimmered under the bright midday sun, heat rippling off the asphalt. Vikram’s sedan tailed the Thar Jeep at a careful distance for ten long minutes, engine steady, staying just out of easy sight.


Inside the Jeep, Bharath’s eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror. His jaw clenched. “Looks like it’s Vikram.”


Mirna twisted in her seat, looking back through the glass. Her face paled as she recognized the sedan closing in. “How does he know we’re going here? How did he follow us?”


The question hung there, heavy with sudden realization—they had been unaware until that very moment.


The instant her gaze locked on his car, Vikram felt the shift. He knew she knew.


He accelerated hard.


The sedan surged forward. He could have signaled, flashed lights, forced them to pull over. But that was never going to settle this.


He mimicked the hit.


The front bumper came close—dangerously close—to the Thar’s rear, a feint so sharp and sudden that Bharath instinctively slammed the brakes. Tires screeched. The Jeep lurched to a stop on the shoulder, dust kicking up in a thick cloud.


Vikram didn’t slow. He cut past, drifted the sedan in a tight arc that smashed through the rusted chain-link gate of the abandoned mill. The car spun once and stopped in the shadowed yard, engine still growling.


Vikram threw the door open and ran into the mill block—boots pounding cracked concrete. 


The air inside was thick with rust and old machinery. He found Shiny, he used a sharp knife it cutted the rope in go. One firm yank and the rope gave way. He dragged them toward the exit. Shiney about to speak something, he said no time, the structure could collapse, he dragged her..



Two figures stepped from the shadows—enemies... A wooden bat swung fast. It connected solidly with the side of Vikram’s head. 


Pain flared sharp and bright. He staggered, knees buckling, collapsing to the ground as blood trickled warm from a gash above his ear.



He still managed to shove the bound Shiney toward the sedan. “Go!”



Shiney scrambled inside. Engine roared. Gravel spat as the car tore away.



Vikram remained on his knees, vision blurring at the edges. Footsteps approached.



Then her voice cut through the dust and chaos.
“Vikram!”


The Thar—having recovered from the feint—skidded to a halt at the broken gate. 


Passenger door flew open. Mirna leapt out—saree fluttering in the hot wind—and ran toward him, bare feet slapping the dirt, face pale with raw fear.



Bharath was out an instant later. He lunged forward, thick arm hooking around Mirna’s waist and yanking her back hard against his chest. 


His hand clamped down on her hip—firm, protective—lifting her slightly off the ground to shield her body with his own, keeping her clear of the approaching rowdies who might turn on her next. She gasped once, sharp and startled. 


His other palm pressed over her mouth, muffling any sound that could draw their attention.


Through the haze of pain, Vikram watched. Bharath’s lips moved close to Mirna’s ear—whispering something low, urgent. Her body jerked once in his grip, a small, helpless shudder.

Bharath just said, in her ears, dont go there, could be trap more mens incoming.. it will make it difficult for me to rescue Vikram.



Vikram’s mouth curved into a slow, bloody smile.
He was ahead in the game now.
His vision tunneled. Darkness crept in.



Then—an explosion tore through the old mill building behind him. A deep, rolling boom shook the ground, flames bursting suddenly into the bright sky.


Mirna’s muffled cry broke free—“Vikram!”—raw, desperate, piercing.


His eyes snapped open again.



Mirna was still pinned against Bharath’s chest, his massive arm locked around her waist. In the sudden chaos of the explosion, his one hand had shifted higher—pressed firmly along the side of her breast, fingers splayed wide in that same protective hold, body shielding hers from the heat and falling debris. 


His other hand had drawn a pistol, arm extended, barrel aimed steady at the rowdies still advancing through the smoke.



Then the sedan—the one Vikram had freed—screeched back into the yard. Shiney inside leaned across, flung the passenger door open, and shouted at Mirna to get in.




Mirna’s eyes stayed locked on Vikram—wide, fixed, full of fear and something unspoken.


Bharath’s gaze flicked between the approaching rowdies and the waiting car. He released her in one swift motion, his arm loosening. With a firm push, he guided her toward the open door. 


Mirna stumbled forward, scrambling inside. The door slammed shut. The engine revved hard. The car peeled out again, carrying her away to safety.



Bharath lowered the pistol slowly, eyes turning back to Vikram.


Vikram smiled again—faint, bloody, triumphant.
I win.


It’s my fucking game.

His eyes dropped shut once more as the darkness finally took him.

/// This is from here the entire story started..and we finally reached the point here :)

[heygiwriter]

Your words have such incredible depth and emotion; I felt every moment. The dialogues were sharp, natural, and perfectly paced. This is exceptionally polished.

Thanks (y)

[heygiwriter]

Nice story. Super Narration

thanks

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 167– The Collapse & The Awakening


The abandoned mill was a skeleton of rust and concrete 
When Bharath arrived — minutes later — the yard was already a tomb of dust and twisted steel.

He came with backup: four of his trusted men — ex-cops, armed, silent. They moved fast — weapons drawn — scanning for threats. Aadharsh’s henchmen were still there — dazed, bleeding, trying to regroup. Bharath didn’t hesitate. Three precise shots — clean, professional — dropped the last three standing. The rest fled or lay still.


He stepped over rubble 
Bharath knelt — checked Vikram’s pulse — steady but weak.

“Call the ambulance,” he barked. “Now.”
One of his men was already on the phone.


Meanwhile — Shobi received the update from his own network.

Aadharsh’s men had grabbed the wrong woman. 
But the tip had come from James — and James worked for Mirnaa. 
Shobi pieced it together fast: Mirnaa had , the informer told hiim full story, the informer and James had been close ally for a long, he naturally spilled all to Sobhi .

At first Shobi was furious. how Mirnaa tried to use him as a tool to revenge Aadarsh.. But he was surprised to see how far a women gone to protect her husband... 


He sat in his office — staring at a photo of his family  ,the photo told a different stories, his three sisters cared only for his money..
When there are his own family who fight for assets, here is a women who fought for her husband..
wont i get such a women as my sister. for her effort he decided to consider her as a sister and help her.. 
Even if not for her scheme, he should have give an exit for Aadharsh. 

Now delay doesnt matter, because it had a reason along.. he is going to do it for a sister. 

He leaned forward — voice hard in the intercom to his manager. 
“Send men. Protect her. Protect Bharath. If Aadharsh comes for them — end him.”

Aadharsh — meanwhile — was already gone.

The moment the mill raid failed, he fled — deeper into hiding — switching phones, cars, safehouses. His network was fractured — Shobi’s gang hunting him, Bharath’s men closing in — and he knew the game had turned.

He vanished, leaving only smoke and fear behind.

Back at the mill, the ambulance siren screamed through the night, shrill, relentless, slicing the dust-filled air.


Paramedics rushed in — white coats flashing under emergency lights, lifting Vikram onto the stretcher. Pain exploded white-hot across his temple as they moved him. Blood trickled warm down his face — coppery taste on his tongue.

He forced his eyes open — just a crack.

The world tilted and swam. Red-blue lights. Rough hands strapping him down. Voices overlapping — clipped, urgent.
“BP dropping — get the line in—”
“Head trauma — possible concussion—”

And then — slicing through the chaos like a knife — Bharath’s voice. Calm. Too calm. Speaking into a phone, close enough that Vikram could hear every word.

“Mirnaa… he’s all good. He’s fine. Don’t — please don’t come out now. He escaped. It’s unsafe.”
A pause. Bharath’s tone softened — almost soothing.

“What? Wait — Shiney? She’s the person who got you into trouble.”

The siren stretched — endless — hours compressed into a single wail. Then — abruptly — silence. Only the screeching wheels of the stretcher remained — metal grinding against metal as they rushed him down a corridor.

A doctor’s voice — authoritative, clipped:
“FIR to come. Get the team ready.”

Some time later…

A hand touched his — soft, trembling, achingly familiar.
He knew it instantly.

The hand that once pulled him back to this world.
Mirnaa.

He heard her voice — sobbing, broken.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered — tears wetting his knuckles. “I should have accepted you for what you are… I’m sorry. Please… please come back. I truly love you. Please wake up.”

Another voice — Shiney’s — gentle but firm:
“Mirnaa — control yourself. He’s a patient. Here — I’ll speak with the doctor. We’ll start the procedures soon.”

Mirnaa’s sobs grew louder.
“Please stop it, Shiney… I did exactly like how you said… you wanted me to stay away… now see how he is…”

“When did I say that, Mirnaa?” Shiney replied — voice sharp with guilt. “You wanted to stay away — so I told you to keep him away. Now you blame me…”

Mirnaa cried harder — shoulders shaking.
Heavy footsteps approached — measured, powerful — shoes on tile.

Bharath’s voice — closer now — edged with something Vikram couldn’t place.
“Mirna—”

Doctors’ orders drowned him out — monitors beeping faster — voices overlapping — urgent, professional. Vikram strained — ears searching desperately for her — for Mirnaa — but the noise swallowed everything.
Darkness rolled in again — thick, suffocating.

Then — Bharath’s voice again — low, urgent.

“Mirnaa — come with me. It’s not safe. Aadharsh escaped.”

Shiney stepped forward — voice steady.
“I heard the stories. The risks she took for Vikram. I’ll stay here. I’ll take care of him.”

Mirnaa hesitated , eyes red , then nodded once.
She leaned down ,kissed Vikram’s forehead , soft, lingering  and whispered: I love you , i wont leave you..

Bharath didnt let her finish, he dragged her.
Then — she was gone.

Swathi arrived minutes later breathless, eyes wide , she was informed by Mirnaa. 
saw Mirnaa already leaving with Bharath. 


She rushed to Shiney — heard the full story — the collapse — the rescue — the trap.

She asked — voice shaking: how is he?

“Don’t panic.”

She took Swathi to ICU where VIkram was admitted.
Then — clear, steady — cutting through the haze:

“Wake up, Vikram. It’s time to come out. We have big battles to fight. We have to do it for your people… for Krish…”

Nurse asked her to wait outside.. 

She looked around — realized both were admitted in the same hospital — Vikram in ICU, Krish still in coma on the third floor.

30 Mins later.

The doctor stepped out of the ICU — removing his gloves — as Swathi rushed toward him, face pale with fear.

“There’s no need to panic,” he said gently. “Vikram’s CT scan is clear — no internal bleeding, no skull fracture, no swelling. It’s a mild concussion caused by the blow to his head. His blood pressure dropped because he hadn’t eaten properly and was already exhausted. We’ve started IV fluids, and his vitals are stable now. He’s unconscious due to the impact and shock, but there’s nothing life-threatening. We’ll keep him under observation for the next 24 to 48 hours. 

He just needs rest. He should wake up soon.”

Minutes later — a nurse approached Swathi.
“The one in the bed — your husband, right?”

Swathi shook her head.
“No. Not this person. One in the third floor — yeah, he is my husband. What happened?”

Nurse smiled — gentle.
“He woke up. He opens his eyes.”

Swathi’s heart leapt — overjoyed — tears spilling as she ran toward the third floor.

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Chapter 168 – The Apartment sex & The Drive

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


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


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

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


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


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

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

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


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

She didn’t move with him.

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

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

“Mirnaa…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mirnaa’s expression cracked .. tears slipping free.

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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



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

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

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

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

[heygiwriter]

I have been deeply analyzing the current plot, and there are a few things that are becoming increasingly difficult to digest.
I can understand Mirnaa’s strategy—she is openly engaging in and appearing to enjoy the physical intimacy with Bharat solely to keep him completely under her control and to ensure he never suspects her true motives. Her ultimate goal is to use him to destroy Aadarsh and secure Vikram’s future, which is a calculated move.

However, what is truly disturbing and feels completely unforgivable is Mirnaa’s state of mind when she is alone. Even in her private moments of solitude, she doesn't seem to feel a single ounce of guilt or remorse for what she is doing to Vikram. It’s one thing to perform a 'duty' to trick Bharat, but the fact that her conscience remains untroubled afterward is what I find most unacceptable—this absence of mirnaa's conscience feels almost unforgivable.


Furthermore, it’s frustrating to see Bharat facing no real or serious consequences. From my perspective, he seems to be 'winning' on all fronts—having a physical relationship with Mirnaa and enjoying sex with Mirnaa exactly the way he wanted, having betrayed his best friend Rishi with Malini, and now, with Mirnaa’s guidance, even getting closer to his wife, Manya. It feels as though he is being rewarded for his sins rather than suffering for them.

Meanwhile, Vikram—whose love is the most selfless and pure—is the only one truly suffering.— this shift in story feels like a grave injustice to Vikram.

Despite my current frustration with the characters, I want to commend you for your brilliant storytelling. You have a way of making us feel every emotion so intensely. I have complete faith in your vision as an author; I am sure you have planned a path toward true justice and that Bharat will eventually face the severe consequences he deserves for his actions. I eagerly look forward to seeing how the scales of karma will finally balance out!


Regards
Rocky ❤️

Its a complex one. .

Mirna decided to leave Vikram for good, she is living for herself, but more importantly she wanted a strong ally to defeat Aadharsh. only Bharath could give and the best she can give Bharath is sex. Because she know Bharath only wanted t hat from her.. he even risked being a double agent just for a pleasure from her.. 


She doesn't have conscience because she sincerely believes Vikram will move on, hater her and start a fresh life, she dont have idea that Vikram knows the truth now, krish is awake and Swathi Vikram has no relation except the sex. 



If Aadharsh doesn't come int picture.. She might have left Vikram already and settled herself into some remote village as nurse. 





For Bharath 

He may look winning ... But he lost a lot things.. his defeat is in other ways.. 

1. He lost a true friend Rishi who helped at his all odds, planned his scheme etc. etc. 
2. His marital life is done already, the second marriage, its even troublesome, his own wife, the one he loved for years, has been scheming behind him.. and when that comes to light, what else could be a punishment for him 

In simple word, he lost his friend, he lost his wife mentally physically emotionally, the wife happened to be his only. And all because of this. 


Vikram may seem losing 

But everything mirnaa does is for him, to protect him, to treasure him.. 
She risked herself to protect him

While for Bharath, Manya does everything to destory bharath, first she recovered all asset, then she denied sex, worst of all she colloborated with another man to betray Bhrath..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 169 The Vigil & The Call


As soon as Mirnaa stepped through the hospital doors, the night nurse on duty looked up from her station recognition flashing across her face.

“He’s stable,” the nurse said quickly, voice low and reassuring. “Just unconscious. We gave him a mild sedative drip to help him rest the concussion and shock were severe, but the CT is clear. No bleeding, no fracture. Vitals are strong. He should wake up soon.”


Mirnaa nodded numb barely hearing the words. She thanked the nurse mechanically and walked down the corridor legs heavy heart pounding. She searched for Swathi first scanning every waiting area, every nurse station but Swathi was nowhere.

She pushed open the door to Vikram’s ICU room.

The lights were dimmed only the soft blue glow of monitors and a single bedside lamp. Vikram lay still IV line in his arm, bandage wrapped around his head, face pale under the bruises. Machines beeped steadily a quiet, mechanical heartbeat.
Mirnaa pulled the stool close sat reached for his hand.

His fingers were warm too warm but limp.
She caught his hand in both of hers pressed it to her cheek tears already falling.

“I came,” she whispered voice cracking. “I came back for you… wake up soon.”
She cried there silently at first then harder shoulders shaking forehead resting on their joined hands. Exhaustion finally took her. She fell asleep like that still holding him head bowed over the bed rail.

Vikram felt it even in the fog.
Her hand in his.
Her tears on his skin.

The memories came in fragments backward and forward like a broken reel.

Years ago a medical camp in a dusty village he had been beaten badly ribs cracked blood in his mouth left for dead. Mirnaa had found him sat beside him the entire night holding his hand whispering he would be okay. She had slept like this then too head on the edge of the cot refusing to leave.

Now the same hand.
The same warmth.

He opened his eyes slowly world blurry, head throbbing.
The room swam into focus.

Mirnaa asleep still clutching his hand.
He stared at her chest tight love and pain colliding.

The AC was on cold air blowing across her bare arms. She shivered slightly.

Vikram moved carefully wincing at the pull of stitches reached for the bedsheet pulled it over her shoulders tucked it gently around her.
Then he closed his eyes again pretending to sleep.

Morning came.
Swathi was there when Mirnaa woke sitting quietly in the corner chair watching them both.
Mirnaa thought Swathi had covered her didn’t question it.

The doctor arrived checked monitors shone a light in Vikram’s eyes asked questions to Swathi and Mirnaa.
“Vitals stable. Concussion symptoms are improving. He should wake up today or tomorrow.”
He asked them to wait outside for a full examination.

Vikram hearing everything panicked.
If she knew he was conscious she might leave. Run back to Bharath. Disappear again.
He whispered to the doctor voice hoarse, weak:

“Please… tell them I’m still unconscious.”
The doctor looked surprised then nodded once understanding more than he let on.
The lie held.

For the next 48 hours Vikram played unconscious.
He listened eyes closed to everything.

Swathi moving between rooms tending to Vikram and Krish on the third floor. Mirnaa staying almost constantly bringing coffee, adjusting his blanket, whispering apologies when she thought no one heard.

She did everything sat with him for hours read to him from an old book held his hand cried when she thought he couldn’t hear.
Vikram listened heart breaking realizing the truth.

She had never stopped loving him.
She had only tried to save him from himself from Aadharsh from the darkness.
But why Bharath?
Why the sex?
Why the distance?
He didn’t know.

Shobi’s guards meanwhile had quietly dismantled their watch. No threats materialized. The gated community remained secure no suspicious men entered. They pulled back satisfied their “sister” was safe.

On the third morning the doctor stepped into the room looked at Vikram and decided to announce he is awake..

Mirnaa before she could get in the ICU room, her phone rang.
Unknown number.
Video call.

She answered hands shaking.
The screen showed Bharath tied to a chair rope biting into his wrists mouth gagged blood on his lip.
Aadharsh’s face appeared cold smile voice calm.

“Welcome, madam. You haven’t seen me, but I’ve heard about you. Great schemer, huh? Your live in partner is with me now. If you want to save him… just follow the address.”

The screen showed coordinates an industrial yard on the city edge.
The call ended.

Mirnaa panicked breath catching.
She realized Bharath had been right all along.
It was unsafe.

She turned ran to Shiney got her car keys voice shaking.
“I have to go.”

She started driving maps guiding her heart pounding.
She didn’t look back.