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Chapter 41: The Mask hates The Monster,  While Vikram fucked Malar


Bharath barely glanced at the nurse in the white saree asking if he was okay. His mind was fixed on the informer—blood on his arm, adrenaline still pumping, no time for small talk.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, brushing past her without really seeing her face. She wore a mask anyway, just another hospital worker in the chaos.

Mirnaa watched him rush off, blood spots trailing on the floor from his scratches. Something about him felt familiar—strong, calm under pressure—but she pushed it aside. She turned back to the old man, helped the staff lift him onto a stretcher, then noticed the blood drops again.

She asked a co-staff to take care of the old man and decided to follow the trail.

She wasn’t aware he was a cop—or ex-cop. He looked rich, yet rough: beard, slight booze scent, clothes expensive but worn like a man who didn’t care. Almost like any normal drunk who stumbled into trouble.

The blood spots led down a quiet corridor. She heard muffled thuds—fists on flesh, grunts, a low growl.

She turned the corner.


Bharath had the informer cornered in a storage room—door half-open.

Kick after kick, punches landing on the face, the informer crumpling against the wall. Bharath’s voice was low, furious: “You spoiled it. You sold us out.”


The informer whimpered.



Bharath pulled a knife from his belt—small, sharp, glinting under the fluorescent light. He pressed it to the man’s throat.

Mirnaa froze.


What she thought was a hero moments ago—jumping to save a life—now looked like something else entirely. A monster. A henchman. The kind of man who destroyed families. The kind who haunted her nightmares from childhood—the ones who killed her parents, who took everything.


Her heart hammered. Past hurts flooded back: the henchmen who tore her world apart, the cop uncle who saved her at 15. But this man… this man was both. Hero and beast.

She backed away silently, trembling.

She rushed to security, whispered urgently: “There’s a fight in the storage room—someone with a knife.”


Then she fled to the nursing room, locked herself in a cabin, sat on the floor, breathing hard.

She wanted to forget that face.
The head nurse knocked later.

“Mirnaa? Day after tomorrow we have a big-shot gathering. They asked for staff nurses at the venue. I already informed them—you need to go. All staff will wear sarees, badges given by them. No hospital names mentioned. VIPs coming.”

Mirnaa nodded through the door, voice small.
“Sure, ma’am.”

She stayed inside a while longer, trying to steady her breathing.

But the image wouldn’t leave: Bharath with blood on his shirt, knife at a man’s throat.
Hero one minute.

Monster the next.

And she had looked right into his eyes.


Meanwhile, 400 km away …


Vikram had just locked the door with Malar.

As she turned to him and asked,

“Mama, why are you locking it?”

Vikram smiled.


He came and sat on the bed, asked her to sit beside him.

Malar hesitated but sat at the corner.


She began:


“Mama, my son will come in 2 hours from college… I should get back soon. What is the business plan you want to speak with me? How much should I invest?”


Vikram said, “So you came all the way to speak business, not to spend time with me?”


Malar laughed. “What, mama? Are we kids? I’m married and have a kid…”

Her face turned pale, realizing what he meant.


“Mama, do you still love me after what I have done?”


Vikram said, “I could not forget every single betrayal you did to me. The money you sent, the letters you gave, the umbrella we shared together… I know you loved me the same way I did. But what happened in the middle when I went to pursue college studies? How did Vicky claim you—my love, my innocence?”



Malar stood up. “Mama, those are in the past. Nothing can be changed. It doesn’t matter if I really loved you then, or if I carry the same weight, or if I never loved… Nothing matters. All that matters is I know I’m at fault, I caused you pain, and I’m at a place I need help.

I thought you would never see me—even in the hospital three years back you said you will revenge me—but now hearing my condition, you came to see me. I believe you forgot all and it’s in the past. I came against Vicky’s warning and wish… I came all the way trusting you will open a window that would end my miseries.”



Vikram laughed louder.


Malar asked, “Mama, why are you laughing?”



Vikram asked back, “So you are aware that you caused me pain, and you think now I’m good I would help you? How good am I looking now?”


Malar said, “You look good, mama—like always back then and now, even more…”



Vikram stood from the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Malar said, “Mama, what are you doing?”



Vikram said, “You said I’m looking good, right? See what I am.”


Vikram removed his shirt and turned back. Marks of so many wounds were on his back.


“Did you see that?”

Malar’s eyes melted. She touched each one.

“Can you spot the wound you caused?”

Malar searched his body…


Vikram pointed to his chest. “You caused inside. The pain, the trauma—even after my marriage I get those visuals. You and Vicky gave me that trauma!”



“I’m sorry, maama…” Malar fell on his feet.


Vikram raised her up, hands gripping her shoulders hard enough to bruise. His eyes burned into hers—cold, unyielding.



“There is one way I could get past this…”

Malar stayed silent in shock, breath catching.

Vikram’s voice dropped to a growl. “I just want Vicky to witness how I’m sexing with you.”


Before Malar could even react, Vikram sealed his lips on hers—crushing, possessive, no gentleness. He forced her mouth open with his tongue, invading deep, tasting her fear and hesitation. 


She stiffened, hands pushing weakly at his chest, but he didn’t relent. He kissed her like he was claiming back every lost second, every betrayal.



She hesitated, then went limp—resistance crumbling under the weight of his anger.


Vikram broke the kiss only to yank her saree pallu down in one violent tug. The fabric tore slightly at the seam. She gasped, looking down at her exposed blouse, breasts straining against it.



“Mama, I’m married and—”


She looked at how quickly Vikram dropped his pants—his white boxer brief shoved down, thick cock springing free, hard and throbbing with years of pent-up rage.



Before she could finish, his hands grabbed her waist, slamming her against him into another brutal kiss. Eyes closed, tongues clashing, he devoured her mouth for five full minutes—long, punishing, leaving her lips swollen and breathless.



Vikram pushed her backward onto the bed.


Malar crossed her arms over her chest—her huge breasts trying to spill out of the blouse.


Vikram stood over her, voice low and dangerous. “Twenty minutes more, your husband will be here.”


He went back to the door and unlocked it—deliberately, loudly.


“For the wounds. For the pain I endured. I’m asking you to support me so I will have a remedy. By making him watch.. Allow me to love you at least once.”


That one word sold her out.


He came on top of her—weight pinning her down—and tore open her blouse, buttons popping and scattering across the floor. She resisted—hands pushing at his chest—but it was weak, namesake, confused. He unhooked every hook with rough fingers, exposing her heavy breasts.



He removed her bra in one motion, grabbed both breasts hard, squeezing until she whimpered. “You became more sexy,” he snarled. “Never thought you would have these huge back then.”



Vikram swiftly forced her legs apart. His cock scratched her entry—rough, impatient. He leaned down, breath hot against her ear.



“This is how Vicky fucked you, right?” That day in theatre store room?


One hard push—his thick penis forced inside her in a single brutal thrust. She shouted a big “Aahhhhhhhhhhh… maamaaa!”—pain sharp, body arching off the bed.



“For our childhood love,” he growled.



He bent down, caught her neck in a tight, unforgiving grip—fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to make her gasp, her pulse hammering against his palm. His eyes locked on hers, dark and merciless, every ounce of twenty years of buried rage pouring out.


“This is for every lie,” he snarled, voice low and vicious. “Every time you chose him. Every time you let him take what was mine.”

He slammed into her harder—brutal, punishing thrusts that made the bedframe groan and the headboard bang against the wall. Their bodies shook violently with each impact, her breasts bouncing wildly, sweat already slicking their skin. 

Malar’s legs spread wider instinctively, thighs trembling as she tried to take him deeper, her hands clawing at his arm—not to stop him now, but to hold on as the pain twisted into something hotter, sharper.




Her moans grew louder—raw, broken sounds that started as protest and ended in desperate need. The bruises on her throat bloomed under his fingers, red and angry, marking her as his in that moment. He squeezed tighter for a heartbeat—enough to make her eyes flutter, her breath hitch—then released, only to grab her jaw instead, forcing her to look at him.

“Look at me,” he growled. “See who’s inside you now. Not him. Me.”

He bent lower, crashed his mouth onto hers in a deep, devouring kiss—teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in, claiming every inch of her mouth while his hips never slowed. 

Each thrust drove deeper, hitting her G-spot with ruthless precision, sending electric shocks ripping through her core. Her walls clenched around him—tight, wet, greedy—betraying her completely.

She tried to speak—mumbled something incoherent against his lips—but he swallowed it, fucked her harder, hips snapping with punishing force. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and relentless. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red trails, urging him on even as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
He broke the kiss, rose up slightly, one hand still gripping her jaw, the other sliding down to pinch her nipple hard—twisting until she cried out, back arching off the bed.


“You feel that?” he hissed. 
“That’s what you stole from me. Now take it back—all of it.”


He slammed in one final time—deep, brutal, grinding against her clit—and she shattered. 

Her orgasm hit like a storm: walls spasming violently around him, a high, broken wail tearing from her throat, juices soaking the sheets beneath them. Her legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper as she convulsed.


Vikram followed seconds later—roaring as he buried himself to the hilt, flooding her with hot, thick spurts, filling her completely until it leaked out around his cock, dripping down her thighs. He stayed inside her, hips still twitching, riding out every last pulse, marking her in the most primal way.


He collapsed over her—sweat-slicked, breathing ragged—face buried in the crook of her neck. His cock still throbbed inside her, spent but not softening yet.
Malar’s hand came up slowly, trembling, and caressed his hair.


“You… unleashed it all,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “You’re free from the burden now. It all went out.”

Vikram lifted his head, looked down at her—tear-streaked face, swollen lips, bruised throat, breasts marked with his fingerprints, body trembling beneath him.


“I said everything,” he said quietly, 
“but missed telling you this… I loved you once. And that’s true.”


She stared at him for a long moment—eyes glassy, conflicted, vulnerable.

Then she pulled him down and lip-locked him—soft at first, then desperate, tongues tangling again like they were drowning in each other.

[heygiwriter]

Fantastic update. finally Vikram fucked malar but Mirna hates Bharath? i didn't expect that. as usual your story is unpredictable

Thanks

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Chapter 41: Vikram Panics - Mirna knows the Good Man is a Henchman 



Vikram and Malar were still embracing—nude, sweat-slicked, breathing heavy. His cock remained inside her, softening slowly, their bodies pressed tight in the aftermath. Semen leaked from her, dripping onto the sheets beneath them.

Vikram shifted, turned to lie beside her. He slid out gently—his cock slick with their juices, still half-hard, glistening. He pulled her close, arm around her waist, both of them catching their breath.
That’s when he noticed it.

A small shadow near the door—below the gap, shifting slightly, blocking a sliver of hallway light.
Vikram smiled victoriously to himself.

So Vicky is watching.

He leaned in, whispered to Malar, “Come on top of me.”

Malar shook her head weakly, voice hoarse. “No… I’m still out of it… my body’s shaking.”
Vikram’s hand tightened on her hip. “Your husband may enter now. I want you to cooperate with me.”

Malar’s eyes met his—tired, conflicted. “Mama, you’ve done everything. Enough. If you want to have sex with me, call me. I’ll give you my number. I’ll come to you wherever you are. But don’t do this.”

Vikram’s voice lowered. “Why do you worry about your marriage breaking up?”


She looked away. “No, mama. I worry about you. You came all the way here. You’re earning, you have status, you’re good… don’t turn into an animal.”


Vikram felt the care in her warning—like a ghost of the old Malar, the one who once loved him. It stung. But the rage was still there, hot and hungry.
He exhaled, released her hip. “Okay.”


He thought: All Vicky needs to know is we were at least nude. That I conquered her.

He smirked.



Twenty minutes later, Malar sat up. “Mama, my kid will come home soon. I should go.”

Vikram stopped her. “No. Wait.”



He was expecting Vicky’s presence—waiting for him to burst in, rage, fight, break. But the shadow stayed silent. No knock. No shout.
Vikram frowned. “Your husband came already. I was expecting him.”

Malar shook her head. “No. He won’t come. I’m sure. If he was here, do you think he would leave me simply fucking you?”
Vikram stared at her. Then: “Okay. At least talk with me for some time.”

Malar said strictly, “No.”


Vikram tried again. “Why? No one to take care of him or pick up your son?”
She said, “No. Vicky is there.”

Vikram said, “Then call and enquire.”
Malar sighed, took her phone, dialed Vicky.


Malar: Where are you did you picked our son
Vicky answered: “I’m home, yes i picked him on time.. How long is the business talk? Come soon.”



Vikram didn’t believe it. He decided to make her stay.
“At least bath yourself and go later. If you go now, everyone will smell.”

Malar hesitated. “Okay.”


But to delay time, Vikram stood, pulled her up with him, led her to the bathroom.
He entered the shower along with her.

Numerous kisses—hard, possessive—under the hot water. His hands everywhere: squeezing her breasts, fingers sliding between her legs again, making her gasp. He turned her around, pressed her against the tiled wall, entered her from behind—standing fuck, water cascading over them, his thrusts deep and relentless. She moaned, hands braced on the wall, head thrown back.

Another hour slipped away.


Almost 6:30 p.m.

Vikram brought her out—still nude, dripping wet—and fell on her for a second round on the bed. This time Malar came actively. She smiled, pushed him down. “Mama, wait. Let me at least play with you.”


She took his penis in her mouth—slow, deep, eyes locked on his. Her tongue swirled, lips tight, sucking him back to full hardness.
As she worked him, the phone rang.



It was Mirnaa.



Vikram panicked—froze. He slightly pushed Malar’s head off his cock.
She looked up, surprised.


Vikram answered, voice strained. “Hello?”
Mirnaa’s voice came through—soft, tired. “Vikram, how was your day?”


He swallowed hard. Malar watched him, still kneeling between his legs, lips wet.
“It’s tough,” he said. “So much work…”


Malar smiled faintly—knowing.


Vikram couldn’t even look at Mirnaa’s name on the screen. He just gulped his saliva. Lies after lies to Mirnaa.
She continued: “I missed you… especially today. I met a person who is a monster. I feel panic, the moment i know about him”
Vikram’s base shook. “Monster?”


Mirnaa answered, “Yes. At first I thought him to be a hero, but I figured out he is a henchman. I hate people like them to the core.”

Vikram’s voice blacked for a second. “What?”


Mirnaa: “Vikram? Vikram, are you there?”

His hand grabbed a piece of cloth to cover himself before he spoke. He actually struggled to find words.


Good man to henchman… did Mirnaa find out something?


Mirnaa till now has no idea that Vikram was once a Henchman, working in a dark world. All she knows about Vikram is , he is a good man and once an engineer and worked as a driver.. before becoming a business man..  


Will ,my cover blow.. Will she hate me? The question disturbed Vikram !!

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MIRNA IS GOING TO FUCK BHARATH   OR GONNA FALL FOR HIM        . I am not ready for this . 

how would i tell you :) just read with open mind.. i know sometimes we stick to the characters

[heygiwriter]

amazing story,.

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

I wont commit the same mistake twice , hahahah . The fault was seeing the story through characters not the Story . It was like reading the Story of XYZ , so the focus was  on the characters not on the whole story and which creates sympathy towards the character and an expectation that justice be done at the end .  . Now I just read the story that has  multiple characters .    So there is no Hero and No Villain and It perfectly justify the endings of your story .

or something like that    

So , I am reading the story with open mind , and loving it .

Then i can say you will enjoy it..

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Chapter 42: Appearances Can Be Deceiving



The call continued.
“Vikram… are you there…?”

Vikram’s grip on the phone tightened. “What happened? What monster? Who are you referring to as henchman?”

Mirnaa explained—voice low, almost whispering, still shaken.

“A car lost control at the hospital entrance. An old man was about to get hit. This man jumped in—pushed the old man away, took the scratches himself. Blood everywhere. I ran to help the old man… and then I saw him again later. He was beating someone in a room—kicks, punches, even pulled a knife. Threatening him. It was horrible. 

I got scared… ran to security. I think he’s a henchman. Some violent thug hiding in the hospital.”
Vikram’s shoulders relaxed slightly. Not me.


Still, his throat went dry. He wanted to gently steer her thoughts away from “henchman” — to inject something safer, something that would keep her trust intact.


“How do you know he’s a henchman?” he asked, voice calm, measured. “Just because he beat someone doesn’t mean he’s a bad person.”
Mirnaa paused. “Is that so?”


“Yeah,” he said, forcing softness. “There’s a popular saying: Appearances can be deceiving. Never judge too fast. Not all henchmen are bad—sometimes situations turn them. Maybe he’s someone who takes a knife for his family.”


Mirnaa didn’t argue. She agreed to his words completely.
“Okay…” she said softly.

But her past resurfaced—she couldn’t let it go entirely.
“Maybe,” she added. “But I still hate those kinds of people. Whatever the situation may be… henchmen are the ones who killed my family. I can’t forget that.”

Vikram’s chest tightened. “I know. Just… don’t assume. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered.

A beat of silence. She sounded really tired.

“Anyway…” she continued, “the head nurse said I have to go to a big-shot event the day after tomorrow. As staff nurse. They’re sending people from different hospitals. We have to wear sarees, badges—no hospital names mentioned. Lots of VIPs coming.”


Vikram forced a smile into his voice. “Go ahead, darling. You’ll do great.”

“I miss you,” she said. 
“Especially today. The fear and panic I got today… if you were here, I would have buried my face in your chest and slept. Missed it.”

Vikram felt peace of mind and a sense of guilt together—twisting inside him.
“I miss you too,” he replied—and meant it.


They spoke a few more minutes—small things, her day, his “meetings.” Then she said goodnight.
He ended the call.

The panic was real.

He really worried—and wished—Mirnaa should never know about his real side.
Moments later, the phone buzzed again.
Krish.

Vikram answered.
“What are you doing?” Krish asked.

Vikram exhaled. “Handling something.”
Krish’s voice hardened. “Your delay in acquisition is causing issues for Sekaran. Just one day—finish it and call me.”
Vikram stared at the ceiling. Malar was still beside him—quiet, watching.

He said, “I’ll finish it.”

He hung up.

Malar stood slowly. She gathered her clothes, dressed in silence.
Before she left, she paused at the door—dropped a small piece of paper on the table.
Her mobile number.

She looked at him once—eyes soft, conflicted—then slipped out without a word.
Vikram stared at the paper.
The room felt colder.

Next day…


Vikram was not sure why Krish was so insistent and what the trouble with Sekaran anna was. His heat and revenge had shaded his eyes. He decided to set aside his heat. With his revenge completed, he wanted to pursue the matter.

He immediately contacted local thugs through Krish’s links and proceeded with the acquisition.

He dialed Mohan and tried to check on Sekaran—to which Mohan said he was not sure and had not contacted him for a long time.
The acquisition didn’t go as he thought—delay, external forces pulling back. He updated Krish, who said Aadharsh was looking to grab it, but the giver was not ready to give it; he was causing external threats.

Vikram then decided to use his previous skill set that he used when he was with Sekaran. He caught a local investor and auditor through which he found all weak links and spied the source. By evening, the actual provider came in line. Krish was surprised—the deal was made in 8 hours since his call.

That night Krish said, “Sekaran is in danger. But to save him we need to get back his network, his men.”
Vikram was shocked.


If the men they spoke about was him (he hid it).
“And where is Sekaran actually? Is he not in USA?” he asked.

Krish said, “Family played spoilsport. They said something and took him to India. Since then we couldn’t reach them.”


krish said. To keep it simple, Aadharsh wanted to capture entire network, to get that he needs Sekaran's men, His resource, including me to his side. But the politician Aadharsh linked to is so cruel. though we do dark business, we don't  do  certain things , Aadharsh willing to do it, how would we join them.

Bharath the sharp young mind is his target as well. The contacts he have is unexplainable and for him people are ready to do anything, i mean in important circle.

Aadharsh is now pressuring Bharath. Bharath is disinterested to join Aadharsh. Vikram asked, “The Bharath—the cop we met at Swathi’s father’s place?”

Krish said, “Yes”



Vikram asked, “How come he?”

Krish said, “Bharath is unlikely to join, but Aadharsh is putting pressure. He offered him big. Earlier even before Swathi issue, Bharath was about to join them—it was for the way of thanking his mentor Bharath chose our side, bringing back is hectic. But he is not seeming interested in joining us or Aadharsh—so Aadharsh used an informer to make a complaint that gets him suspended.”

Vikram said, “Oh no… 

Krish continued: Worst part is Bharath may have to succumb to Aadharsh if he keeps pressuring. Only way is activating the previous men of Sekaran.”


“Right now Sekaran might be under their control but he has not named them yet,” Krish said. “Vikram cried inside to save him, to save his life Sekaran is risking.”


Krish said, “He had spotted Sekaran’s whereabouts just few minutes back. He will be saved—not to worry.”
Vikram was not able to sleep until dawn. A message came from Krish.
Sekaran anna is safe.

That is when Vikram had gone to sleep.
He didn’t even attend Mirnaa’s call that night due to the heaviness.

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Chapter 43: Mirna's Accidental tease



Next morning—the third day—Mirnaa was attending the big-shot event.


Vikram, with all his pending work finally over, relaxed in the resort room. The acquisition was complete, legalities tied up, payoffs made. He had finished what Krish demanded in record time. For the first time in days, his mind felt lighter.


He decided to call Malar.
She picked up on the first ring.


Vikram smiled. “How did you pick up on the first ring?”
Malar’s voice came soft, almost shy. “I was just looking forward to our call.”
Vikram’s tone dropped. “Come soon. I’m waiting for you.”
Malar kissed the phone—loud, playful—and cut the call.


Meanwhile, Mirnaa reached the event venue.

Almost 1,000 people participated. The main hall buzzed with speeches and networking. Medical camps were attached to the back side of the building—only important people, their staff, and bodyguards were allowed inside the main area.
Mirnaa stood near the edge, watching the politician on stage. He introduced someone: “A young talent, Aadharsh…”


Suddenly, someone rushed from the back. A few people ran in the same direction. Mirnaa saw the movement and followed—curious, concerned. Behind the building, away from the crowd’s view, a man with his face covered by cloth was being beaten and fell down.


When she came near, the watchman removed the cloth.
Mirnaa was shocked.


It was Bharath—the man she thought was a monster from the hospital the other day. Now he lay on the floor, bloodied, bruised, barely conscious.
Everyone else wanted the security officer to come in.


Mirnaa urged, “No—take him to the bed for first aid first.”

Another nurse working with her frowned. “Hey, isn’t this the same person from the hospital the other day—beating someone? Why are you trying to treat him? It’s a big-shot event. Don’t get into trouble.”


Mirnaa responded firmly, “Good man or bad, he needs to be treated. That’s why we’re on the job.”


Bharath could hear her voice—faint, distant. He wanted to see her, but the beatings were too much. He had come here to meet Aadharsh and inform him he wouldn’t bend. Aadharsh had offered a better deal, but the informer—who took the earlier beating personally—bypassed Aadharsh and caused this. Attacked from behind. Otherwise, they wouldn’t stand a chance against Bharath.


A doctor arrived. He knew Bharath was a cop. “No need to inform the security officer. I’ve done it. I’ll treat him.”


He treated him—cleaned wounds, gave IV drips.


As the crowd was full and staff nurses were adequate, the doctor asked Mirnaa to take care of him.


Mirnaa was half minded, she wanted to help him but knowing he was a bad man, She just made sure he was doing fine and decided to go away when some other nurse came to her place.


As Bharath was in deep sleep due to medicine…
Mirnaa asked a nurse to shift her place. “Wait for 2 hours.”


Meanwhile, at the resort…
The door was wide open.
Vikram and Malar kissed each other hungrily.
He locked the door and asked, “Do you miss me that much?”
Malar smiled. “Yes, I do.”


Vikram mocked, “Is this the same woman who said ‘I’m married, I have a kid, don’t turn animal’?”

Malar smiled. “Both are the same woman. Both are true.”


He said, “Explain how you justify this today.”

Malar took a deep breath. “I have wishes. I mean, most women could have—like you men. We want to enjoy sex to the fullest, and need to explore a lot. But you guys judge us, right? For instance, I tried to sit on him and ride Vicky one day. He said some bad cursing words and asked, ‘Are you a slut to have such a mind or done with someone else?’ From then on I never asked him anything. I just spread my legs whenever he wanted. The fear of what my loved one will think hurts me more. Today I have you. It doesn’t matter what you think. We have sexed once. I don’t have anything to lose, but a lot to gain. My way, I can be with you. If you judge me, I have the option to kick you and get away.”


Vikram was surprised. “Who is she? Is she my princess Malar? Can you speak this openly?”
“I can do a lot more,” she said.


She unbuttoned Vikram’s shirt and inserted her hand inside his boxer. 

“Come, let’s start. My way. I want to ride you.”


Vikram teased, “Hey, no…” He mimicked her earlier resistance, then fell on the bed.



Two hours later, a staff nurse phoned the room.

“Mirnaa, my work is done. Come in 10 minutes. I’ll hand over the file and get to your room. Also pack your things—your hospital people called back. They have many emergency cases there.”
The phone ring made Bharath awake. He could not open his eyes fully, but he stirred. The sun rays screeching in made him more irritated. He closed his eyes again.



Mirnaa saw the patient chart—the name was written as “Case 16,” no name, nothing.
Mirnaa quickly packed all her belongings she had kept there—stethoscope, notepad, small pouch of essentials—stuffing them into her bag with hurried hands. Her shift was over, emergency cases were piling up back at the main hospital, and she needed to leave fast.


Then she noticed it.



One charger—hers—still plugged into the socket above Bharath’s bed.

The doctor who’d come earlier to check on him had used it to charge his phone, and it was left dangling just out of easy reach. The plug point was mounted high on the wall, right above his headboard.


No one else was around. The other nurse had stepped out for a moment.
Mirnaa glanced at Bharath—he was still in deep sleep, medicine keeping him under, chest rising and falling slowly, bandages fresh on his arms, dried blood staining the edges.

She couldn’t leave the charger behind.

With urgency pushing her, she stepped close to the bed, leaned over him, and stretched upward.

Her body arched—waist bending, one knee pressing lightly into the mattress edge for balance. The saree, already slightly loosened from the long day, slid a little at her shoulder. The pallu dipped, the blouse stretched tight across her chest.
She reached higher—fingertips brushing the plug.


In that stretch, her breasts—full, heavy from the day, cradled in the soft cotton of her blouse—came forward and gently, unintentionally, crushed against Bharath’s face.


The weight settled first—warm, pillowy softness pressing directly over his cheek and mouth through the thin fabric. The curve of one breast molded perfectly against his lips, the other resting across his nose and closed eyes. 

The blouse was slightly damp from her sweat after the long shift, clinging just enough to outline the shape, the faint scent of her skin—hospital antiseptic mixed with her own faint jasmine—drifting down.


Bharath stirred.

His body registered it before his mind: the sudden, overwhelming softness enveloping half his face, the gentle pressure of her nipple (hardened slightly from the cool hospital air and the stretch) pressing through cotton right against his lower lip. 


The heaviness of her breasts shifted with her breathing—rising, falling—each subtle movement brushing across his skin, warm and alive.



He woke instantly.
But he didn’t move.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t open his eyes.



He stayed perfectly still—feeling every detail: the way her breasts yielded against his face, the faint heartbeat thudding through them, the heat radiating from her chest, the accidental drag of fabric as she stretched higher.

One more push upward—her body leaned further, pressing her breasts even more firmly onto him, the full weight now resting, molding, the nipple sliding slightly across his lip with the motion.



A quiet, involuntary breath escaped him—hot against the cotton.

Mirnaa felt the faint exhale on her skin through the blouse. She froze for a half-second—confused, then embarrassed—realizing how close she was, how much of her chest was pressed against his face.

“Ufff…” she whispered under her breath, cheeks flushing.


She gave one final stretch, fingers closing around the charger plug, yanking it free.


The moment she pulled back, her breasts lifted off his face—slowly, reluctantly, the soft flesh dragging one last time across his lips and cheek before breaking contact.
She stepped away quickly, flustered, tucking the charger into her bag without looking back.


Bharath’s eyes cracked open—just a sliver.


He watched her retreating figure—saree slightly askew, blouse still wrinkled from the pressure, the faint outline of her nipple visible for a second through the fabric before she adjusted it.


He smirked—slow, private, dangerous.
She hadn’t noticed.
But he had.


He knew exactly who she was.
The nurse from the hospital entrance—the one who’d asked “Sir… are you okay?” while he bled. She was the same women today wanted to get him treated he assumed from voices he heard when the phone comes minutes before.

And now he knew how soft she felt.
How heavy.
How warm.


Bharath lay back, eyes half-lidded, the smirk lingering.
The pain in his body was nothing compared to the new hunger stirring.


Mirnaa hurried out of the room— she had to catch her rest of the team—completely unaware that the man she had just mistaken for a monster had just tasted her innocence by accident.


And he wasn’t going to forget it.

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Chapter 44: The Four Days & The World Shaking


That night, 8 PM.

Vikram and Malar lay exhausted under the thin bedsheet, bodies tangled, skin still slick with sweat and their shared release. His cock had slipped out of her long ago, but neither had moved to clean up. They slept deeply—limbs heavy, breathing slow—lost in the aftermath of rage, lust, and old love finally spoken aloud.

The phone rang.

Mirnaa’s name flashed on the screen.
They both jolted awake. Malar sat up quickly, eyes wide. “Mama… it’s very late. I should go.”
Vikram nodded, heart suddenly racing for a different reason. Malar slipped out of bed, gathered her clothes in silence, dressed fast, and left without another word—only a soft glance back at the door.

Vikram answered on the last ring.
“Mirnaa…”

Her voice came through—soft, tired, but warm.

“Hello, Vikram.”
Vikram: “Yes baby, how are you? How’s the day?”
Mirnaa: “Are you sleeping? Am I disturbing you?”
Vikram: “No no, just had a small nap after long work…”
Mirnaa: “Hmmm okay…”
Vikram realized something was off with her tone. He asked, “What’s bothering you?”
Mirnaa: “Vikram… I met the monster again.”
Vikram’s stomach dropped. “Why the fuck is he coming again and again?”
Mirnaa paused, surprised at his tone.
“He didn’t meet me or come to me. I just happened to meet him again… like a stranger!”
Vikram: “I don’t understand.”
Mirnaa: “He was attacked by someone. They put a cloth on his face from behind and beat him badly. He was lying on the floor, blood everywhere. I saw him at the place behind our event duty today…”
Vikram: “Oh.”
Mirnaa: “Guess what I did?”
Vikram smiled faintly, voice gentle. “You would have recovered him and got him admitted.”
Mirnaa: “How would I? He was a bad person, right?”
Vikram laughed—soft, warm. “I know my Mirnaa. She saved me when the whole crowd said I could be a bad person. You said ‘good or bad, we need to save.’ You would have done the same.”

Mirnaa’s voice softened, proud. “You understand me better than anyone. How did you know?”
“Won’t I know?” he said. “My own wife.”

They spoke for a while—lovely, small things. Her day, his “meetings,” how much they missed each other. She laughed softly at something he said. He smiled despite the heaviness in his chest.
They said goodnight.
He ended the call.


The panic lingered, but her trust soothed it—for now.


Next day…

The legal files were delivered to the resort—acquisition complete, land secured. Vikram finally relaxed. All pending work was done. Legal, clean (on paper).

He decided to call Malar for another session and further plan with her. He was in the mood to return to Chennai—a final fuck session, maybe, he thought.
He picked up the phone and dialed Malar.
She answered on the first ring.

“Mama…”
Vikram smiled. “Come back here. I miss you.”
Malar arrived within the hour.

Vikram told his plan about leaving.
But Malar’s face became dull.
Vikram: “What’s with that face?”

Malar hesitatingly asked, “Can you stay for 4 more days? You came here for a week, and I painted some plans in my head. And we just had 2 days sex and only 1 day with my way… The first one was sudden. Will you?”

Vikram laughed. Malar brought her face near his lips and seductively kissed him.
The plan was changed and he had to stay for 4 more days just to have regular sexual sessions with Malar.

Every day after that, the duo explored each other in ways they never could in childhood. The resort room became their secret world. They tried everything—her riding him slow and deep, him taking her from behind against the wall, her on all fours while he gripped her hips and fucked her hard, her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her until she cried out, tears mixing with moans. She cried sometimes—tears of release, of old pain, of love finally spoken. She told him everything: the nights she lay awake thinking of him, the guilt she carried, the fear she had that he hated her. He told her about the scars, the beatings, the years of rage that had turned him into someone he barely recognized. What they could not do in childhood, they did here—raw, desperate, healing.


Meanwhile, Krish was happy with the progress.


“The deal is locked,” he said over the phone. “You did it fast. But I still can’t tell you where Sekaran is. Not yet. Just know he’s safe—for now.”
Vikram didn’t push. He was too lost in Malar, too exhausted from the nights, too guilty every time Mirnaa’s name appeared on his screen.
Mirnaa was working peacefully at the hospital. She had been appointed as special nurse for a big-profile patient due to arrive in two days. The man was basically all healthy— but for unknown reasons, he was going to pretend unwell and stay there, the big shot was influential person in the city. She didn’t question it. She just did her job, sitting near him. Her duty: not to allow any outsiders inside.


Bharath, the next day (all happening on the same day), had a guest in his hospital room.
Aadharsh.

Aadharsh stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, voice low.

“I’m not aware of my men doing this,” he said. “They acted on their own. Forget it. Cooperate for a fresh deal.”
Bharath, bandaged and bruised, looked up at him with cold eyes.

“I’m still thinking,” he said. “But you should not have informed my department. Now even if I join you, all eyes will be on me. And that informer deserves more than a beating.”

Aadharsh nodded slowly. “Agreed. But you will find your way. I trust you. I have other things to focus on, someone took something i kept in my place.”


The three days calculatedly went.


But Mirnaa’s face—and the soft, heavy press of her breast against his face when she reached for the charger—did not erode from Bharath’s memory.

He closed his eyes and remembered the warmth, the jasmine scent, the way her blouse had molded to his lips for that one accidental second.




The fourth day arrived.

Vikram was unleashing all his rage on Malar. Malar sensed a change in him. He was aggressively fucking her hard. When she said “Mama, podhum” (it’s enough, stop), he continued.

Malar saw a new Vikram then.

They kissed, and he bit her lips aggressively. She slapped him and said, “Doing like this, won’t my husband find out?”
Vikram smirked.

Malar could not believe it, but she got cooled after some minute.



Cut to the hospital where Bharath was admitted.

The nurse gave him the discharge summary. Aadharsh had paid on behalf of him.

As soon as he came out, he went directly to the place where the event was held. He contacted the building manager and got hold of an organization number who organized the event. He started inquiring about the list of nurses who worked at the event.

However, the organizers said, “The event is linked to medical. The hospitals are specifically asked not to reveal staff names. So we randomly allotted it. All I can do is give you the hospital list where staff came from.”


Bharath got 15 hospital names in the list.

He resolved to find the woman who got back his urge after a long time.

Bharath was hurt by Manya’s split from him. Since then he was closed emotionally. He just fucked other women. But this woman, Mirnaa, seemed to be more special. She teased him. She worried about him not once but twice.


Bharath was determined to find her even if he had no name in hand now. He cannot forget her warm breasts and face.


Cut to the hospital where Mirna worked.

Mirna got back to her cabin to write her log and summary. She noticed her colleague was kissing a man who is not her husband. She was shocked first, before she warned. Then a phone call came. From conversation she realized the person on the phone was the man's wife.

The colleague said, “Go now. Let’s meet weekend.”

They hugged before leaving.
Mirnaa witnessed it. The colleague worried, came near her and tried to change conversation.
Mirnaa said, “How can you cheat your husband with another married woman?”
Colleague said, “See, that’s my personal.”
Mirnaa said, “I know your husband. He is a sweet person. I should tell him.”
Colleague said, “Fine, go ahead. He is not saint. He has been fucking other women around. See, just stay away from my personal. Don’t get into my zone.”

Mirnaa could not take this. What a cruel place, she thought.


She texted Vikram: “Are you arriving today…?”

Vikram texted back 20 minutes later: “Already packed.”


Mirnaa exhaled. The 7 days were too odd without him—that monster, this betrayal, and a fake case in hospital. She thought her world is shaking for 7 days without Vikram.

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Chapter 45: Love Wins



It was 2 PM in the afternoon.

Vikram had just typed a message to Mirnaa — “Leaving now, home by night. Miss you” — when Malar, still nude, hugged him from behind. Her breasts pressed soft and warm against his back, arms wrapping around his waist.

“I will be missing you…” she whispered.

Vikram turned in her embrace, looked down at her. “Anyhow we cannot continue, right?”

He kissed her — solid, deep, possessive — for a full five minutes. Tongues tangled, hands roaming, a last taste of everything they’d reclaimed in these four days.
He pulled back. “Let me get ready. It’ll take 6 hours to reach my place.”

Malar nodded. “Okay, mama. Wait for one hour. I’ll get Vicky here. Speak with him one more time. If you are serious about helping me set up a business here with your electronics shop, it would be helpful.”


Vikram smiled faintly. “You need not say it. I have the agreements ready. All you have to do is sign. If you want, you can take Vicky’s name. I left the name places empty for you to decide.”


Malar’s eyes softened. “Thanks.”


She urged him to wait, dressed quickly, and left.


Vikram took a hot shower. The water ran over his scars — the ones Malar had touched, the ones she had caused inside. He knew he had to go back to Chennai. He had avenged the humiliations, tasted the love he wished for in childhood. The memories were enough, he told himself.


He bathed, dressed perfectly — crisp shirt, pants, watch — then packed all his stuff. Forty minutes later, everything was in the car.


He saw Malar and Vicky coming in on the bike.
He got out.


Malar’s face was pale, unhappy. Vicky stood behind her, silent, arms crossed.
“So you started?” Malar asked.
Vikram nodded. “Yes.”

Malar said, “We just came to send you off.”
Vikram looked at the folder in his hand. “You or Vicky need to sign the agreement.”
Malar shook her head. “No need. We decided not to take this.”
Vicky asked, “Why?”


Malar smiled faintly. “No. You have done enough.”
Vikram couldn’t understand. Vicky stood aside, silent, letting them talk.
Vikram said, “Let me talk to Vicky. You stay here.”
He walked to Vicky.



Vikram looked around — people nearby. “People are here. Come, let’s talk in my car. One 10-minute man-to-man talk.”


Vicky hesitated, then followed.
Inside the car, door closed, Vikram turned to him.
“Why is Malar saying you guys are not interested in the deal? Agreement?”
Vicky said, “We are not interested.”


Vikram said, “I know Malar is interested. It’s only you. Let me explain how this business works…”


Vikram talked — examples, profits, how it would help her family. Vicky listened, silent.


Vikram lost patience. He really wanted to help Malar. But Vicky was blocking it.
He finally uttered, “I know you are stopping me from helping Malar because you witnessed us. You are revenging. You are doing this to cause tension between us.”
Vicky finally opened his mouth. “That could be one. But that’s not the only reason.”
Vikram furiously, “That is the reason.” In anger he said, “Years back you humiliated me, stole my Malar from me. And I did the same to you back. Agree that you got defeated by me.”


“Okay, leave it. What you did to me, I gave you back. Let’s forget all. Just let’s start fresh. It’s for Malar and her family. Please understand.”


Vicky interjected. “I know you two had sex. I realized on day 1 when I came back to get her. But there is nothing like you defeated me. Even now I have won.”
Vikram was confused. “Are you blabbering?”


Vicky said, “No. And one correction. What I did and what you did are different.”
“I wanted to tell this: what you think I did to you came back to me. Then what you did will come back to you.”


Vikram irritated, “Are you suggesting someone else will steal my wife?” He raised his hand in rage.


Vicky smiled. “You got irritated by this — by a mere example. What you did to my Malar, what should I do?”


Vikram took back his hand. They stayed silent for a few minutes.
Vicky continued.


“I had sex with my would-be years back. You came in and watched us. Yes, the thrill of someone watching made me blabber, but I didn’t plan it. Back then she was alone. She struggled to send you money. I helped her. We became friends. Slowly she fell for me and we crossed lines earlier.”


“So basically, I was claiming a woman who was rightfully mine. What you did is stealing someone else’s wife. Even if she had loved you, it means I have taken someone’s lover — not wife. Both have a difference.”


Vikram was stunned by the answer. He asked, are you Telling me I was at fault right from the first?”


Vicky said, “Perspective. If I fill your shoes, maybe I was the villain. If you wear mine, it could be love and nothing else.”


Vikram smiled — his anger turned into something else, a buzz-off mode. He asked, “From when have you been like this? I could see a new you. Unlike the arrogant Vicky when we were small.”


Vicky asked him, “Have you ever seen your wife masturbating herself?”
Vikram stunned. “No. Why?”
“I have seen.”


Vicky took a deep breath.


“I have seen Malar doing it. It was ashamed of myself when she was doing it. As a husband and her man I failed her. I won’t say I’m bad at bed, but I’m not enough for her needs. I have been harsh to her — not to hide my level, but in fear, to keep her in check. I feared what if someone stole her. I panicked when you arrived. Hmm, and it happened like I feared. I could not control it. Every woman has a need — some keep it to themselves, some go out for pleasure. Your revenge game made her do it. But I saw her face. She was happy. She is experiencing something new. I was equally happy as I was equally furious and ashamed. I felt like a loser.”


Vikram said, “So is this why you don’t want to take the business?”
“Not actually!”


Vikram asked, “So that day when you saw in the door, why didn’t you come in and fight with me? You already considered yourself a loser.”


Vicky smiled. “No. I feared for the respect. What if she saw me watching her? She won’t give me respect. She will treat me bad. At least when she doesn’t know that I know, the fear of getting caught will at least keep me in bay and withhold my respect. All those thoughts were with me. But everything changed today.”
Vikram asked, “What is that?”


“Today she asked me to accompany her so that you will sign the deal. I said no. She asked why. I said, Malar, all these days I failed you. But today I hope I don’t want to get this help and prove my worth. Whatever little I can get, I will get that on my own and will take care of you and son. I wholeheartedly said, trust me, I will do it for you. She knows I’m broken, I have not having any fancy money like you. All I had is love and hope and she chose me. She said okay nga. That’s enough. Love wins. Now tell me — would I take this opportunity and diminish a chance of proving the worth of love by myself?”


Vikram relaxed. He realized Malar seems to love Vicky more. His way of method, she is getting fall on me.


He understandingly said, “That’s okay Vicky. I got it now. Best wishes. But consider me as your well-wisher. If there is a need, call me.”


Vicky just smiled. Then he continued, “And about your wife? I have never seen her. It would be harsh to mention about her indirectly. What I mean is this — like my wife once said you in bed. Women have needs too. It may not be case of sidelined. It may be due to their fear of what if my loved one mistakes me. So they would generally go out… to get themselves satisfied. Whatever extent they go, when they have deep love they will come back to us.”


Vikram listened to his blabbering. But it had a truth maybe! It’s just Vicky’s story…


They didn’t say goodbye. They just glared at each other.
Vikram’s vehicle rode through the highway for Chennai.

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Chapter 46: Vikram’s Realization – He Needs Mirna More Than She Needs Him



Vikram’s hands were tight on the wheel.

The conversation with Vicky still rang in his ears — every word, every smirk, every quiet truth. 

The past 7 days had given him more experience, lessons, and understanding than he ever asked for.

He knew Mirnaa had wanted him badly — to tell all her stories for 7 days, to bury her head in his chest and sob about everything that bothered her.

But now Vikram felt the opposite: it was him who needed Mirnaa badly. 

To hug her. To vent his helplessness, worst part is he cannot say it openly, all he needed is a hug from her to make him recover. 



Everything he had done — the revenge, the sex, the power — suddenly seemed meaningless after what he had realized.




Malar hadn’t needed a man because she was bored of Vicky. She feared Vicky would mistake her, judge her. 
She needed Vikram for her exploration — no-judgment nonsense, just a fuck her way. 
A safe space to release urges she had suppressed.


Vicky, on the other hand, had made him realize: love is the key. 
No matter to what extent she goes, if the love is really inside them, she or he can come back to the place where it was meant only for them.


Vicky also shed light on the guilt factor that drove Malar back to him. Now the same guilt was driving Vikram back to Mirnaa.


Vikram had almost forgotten Mirnaa. 
The emotional bond between him and Malar had been rock-solid. 
He was even ready to stay when his work was completed — just for her.
The bond was dangerous and wrong on many levels. 


But he was surprised how they turned to each other like partners at the end.


The thought kept hitting him: 
he always believed someone (Vicky) had taken his woman. But actually she was rightfully Vicky’s.

And Vicky’s subtle ring of words — “your wife could do in future too” — echoed quietly.


His questions came:
What if Mirnaa too needs more in sex?
What if she wants someone else?
No — these are stupid thoughts, he told himself.
He drove the car slowly. Too many things running in his mind.



At 10 PM he finally reached the house.

Mirnaa opened the door.

The big house had only Mirnaa. How did I leave her all alone in this big house? he realized.
Mirnaa hugged him tightly. She had prepared dinner. 

The sambar smell and idli’s hotness brought Vikram back to his feet — a simple acknowledgment of HOME.
He smiled.



Mirnaa asked, “Why are you smiling?”
Vikram said, “I’m home. Your idli and sambar announced it.”

Mirnaa hugged him from behind — arms around him — and kissed his cheek while he ate from the table, chair sitting.
Mirnaa kept blushing.


Bedtime came.
Vikram removed his shirt and wore shorts as usual. Mirnaa fell into her night gown. She finally came on the bed together after 7 days. 
She finally landed her head on his chest.


Vikram said, “Come on, tell me what all bothered you?”

He hugged her tighter than before, he needs her warm, to free himself from guilt thoughts and a lot that burdening him.


Mirnaa smiled. “You finally realized I’m going to flood you with complaints.”

He hugged her warmly, kissed her forehead — his lips crushing on her skin. He himself felt odd. He himself felt he was impure.

He knew he had been here doing all that was cheating, yet he was hurting the one who had no idea about that.
Mirnaa continued. “This week, these 7 days, I don’t know why I felt like the world changed for me. Ever since you went out, I’m facing a lot of these easy things.”


Vikram laughed. “Not because I went out. Even if I was here, you would have faced them.”

Mirnaa: “That monster — he was the first one. I would never have complained if he was just a henchman.”
Vikram: “Then?”

Mirnaa: “I mean he saved someone, like a hero, but within a minute he showed his true face — a rowdy. How could people act saint before others or like a savior, and in hidden rooms he is a rowdy?”

Vikram observed her in shock. While he was guilty of what he did behind her back, the monster person echoed what he had done in his entire married life. Mirnaa didn’t know his dark works when he was with Sekaran’s gang.


Mirnaa looked at him, and she found him thinking for a long time. She asked, “What happened?”

Vikram didn’t know how to neutralize it.

He said, “You are judgmental, Mirnaa. I know your family is affected by henchmen, rowdies. But let me tell you — you never know him. When he saved someone, that means he is good basically. Maybe he had some reasons to beat him.”


“Are you sure the one who received the beating is a good person?”
Mirnaa blinked.


Vikram said, “No, right? You never know anything about the one who received and the one who gives. At least the one who gave the beating showed you his good side.”


Mirnaa said, “Maybe he does bad job for money. Still that’s wrong. He beat an innocent.”
Vikram said: How are you sure about the one receiveing is innocent, just because he got the beatings??


Vikram said, “If that person can show good quality and yet he acted that way… there will be reasons, situations. His hands might be tied. You should try to forgive them. Wish them to go in the right path. Just focus on the good things Mirna. ”
(Vikram in mind: pleading her to forgive that person — which will give him hope when she finds out about him. He urges her to look on good side)


Mirnaa, influenced by what Vikram said, continued: “But that person didn’t seem to be a good one. For the second time I saw he was beaten up.”

Vikram said, “Even I was beaten up years back. Will you call me the same?”

Mirnaa looked at him and said, “I don’t know why you support him so much without seeing.”
Vikram said, “I see myself in him.”

Mirnaa laughed. “What? You see yourself in him? You are gold. He is some third-rated rowdy.”
Vikram’s stomach crunched.

Mirnaa said, “Are you referring to how I saved him and you? You are parallel connecting.”
Vikram, to escape, said, “Yes.”

Vikram wanted to shift topic. 

He continued: “We have spoken enough of it. Do you have anything else that bothered you?”
Mirnaa: “Yes…”

“There is one big shot. He is going to get admitted tomorrow. Thing is he has no issues. For some malpractice he tied up with a doc and is admitting here. They appointed me there.” “Why is society becoming so strange? False setup, false case! and they are involving me in!!”


Vikram: “Money, power and nothing else.”


Vikram feared the topic may go back to Monster/henchman. He quickly followed for another diversion.


Just for these two you were worried that you need me immediately?


But what he doesn’t know is the complaint she is going to bring him is going to change the dynamics forever for them.

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Chapter 47 – Vikram Influences Mirnaa on How Normal an Affair Could Be


Mirnaa’s head was still on Vikram’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. The room was quiet, lit only by the bedside lamp.
Vikram feared the topic may go back to monster/henchman. He quickly followed for another diversion.

He shifted slightly. “Just for these two things you were worried that you need me immediately?”

Mirnaa sighed. “No, I actually had a bigger one. I don’t know how to tell you this… It’s been eating at me all day.”
Vikram’s body tensed, but he kept his voice steady. “Tell me.”
Mirnaa lifted her head, looked up at him.

“I saw something in the hospital today. Which shocked me to the core.”
Vikram asked, “What happened that shocked you to that extent?”
Mirnaa: “You have seen my colleague, Priya right?”

Vikram: “Yes – what’s the issue with her that shocked you?”
Mirnaa: “I saw her in the cabin… She… she… she was kissing a man in the cabin. Not her husband.”

Vikram was shocked. He knew of the affair and it wasn’t her husband… So bad… But hours back I did the same. The reality hurt him. His own wife complained about what someone was doing and she had this shocking reaction. What if she realized I did the same with Malar…


He quickly avoided her eye sight and took his phone to see the time.

Mirnaa: “Vikram, the strange thing is a phone call came… It was the man’s wife. They acted like nothing happened.”
Vikram: “Oh, why do you involve in other personal stuffs?”

Mirnaa: “I didn’t, it happened before my eyes. But I got into a little fight and I decided to break friendship with her.”

Vikram was stunned. Priya's affair is her personal, but as she was in an affair, Mirnaa wanted to break her friendship with her. How will she react if she finds mine? Vikram worried.

Vikram asked, “Why do you want to break her friendship over her personal choices?”

Mirnaa: “Surprised, why shouldn't I? How can people do this? She is cheating and it feels so wrong… like she is not loyal anymore.”
The worst part is that she is justifying that her husband cheats too. she said.

Vikram could hear her heavy breath, she seemed highly uncomfortable.

Vikram’s stomach twisted — the irony burned. He had just come back from 7 days of exactly that. Cheating. Betrayal. But he couldn’t show it. Instead, he took a breath and stroked her hair.

Vikram wanted to cool her at the same time to influence her mind. Like affair is not a wrong thing. He saw making her unblock her friend and befriend again would be a sign, for potential unblocking him in future when she happened to find the truth.


Vikram mind was surfing so much in silence and he found out some words he began.


He started slowly... “Mirnaa, I know what you are talking about, but let me tell you.”

What you see as wrong may not be wrong when you fill in their shoes.

Mirnaa was puzzled. “How? Let me tell you I fill myself in Priya's place — still it’s a cheat when I kiss other men. 
I see myself cheating the husband.”

Vikram realised it would take a long route to explain to her.

He asked, “Are you sexually satisfied with me?”

Mirnaa wasn’t ready for such a question. Close to 3 years in marriage, never such question arose. 
Mirnaa asked, “What question are you asking me?”
Vikram asked, “Just answer me.”
Mirnaa said, “Yes, always…”

Vikram asked, “How do you know?”
Mirnaa said, “Won’t I know?”

He then asked, “Does your friend Priya know you are sexually satisfied by me?”
Mirnaa said, “Stupid, will she ask me or will I say her? Our thing only we know right”

Vikram said, “Exactly! This is how Priya is: you never know if she is sexually satisfied or not!”

Mirnaa began something…

“Wait, let me complete it,” Vikram said.


Mirnaa then calmed.

Vikram continued.
“You never know her state, the truth! She may not get satisfied by her husband, or there could not be any sexual things happened between them. She may need more and her husband could not have fulfilled it. Or it could be just a thrill outside of marriage. Or it could be she wanted something new, which she could not get inside marriage due to fear.”

Mirnaa asked, “What’s with the fear? It’s her husband right.”

Vikram recounted Malar's dialogue as it is.
“Mirnaa, see, some women had this trouble. They wanted to try something in sex, like we see in videos, but merely asking it the husbands or boyfriend would judge them. Imagine Mirnaa you ask for some position you look at video and what will you do, if I call you slut just because you asked it. Won’t it shatter you?”

Mirnaa stunned. She was seriously looking at his face with shock.

He continued, “You will get hurt, but still your body may ache for it. That is when a friend or stranger comes into that space and fill it.”
Mirnaa could not speak any, she continued, “May be she told him and he was ready and yet she chose this.”

Vikram calmly said, “That’s a possibility. If she still goes out, it means they would have tried and she didn’t get satisfaction and she chose one out.”
“I still could not process what you said last, husband knows and yet, she goes out…”

“It’s not that simple, Mirnaa. The world is changing. Modern society works differently now. People have needs — physical, emotional. Sometimes marriage doesn’t fulfill all of them. Staying merely in marriage without any of needs met, would damage the bond that being good to each other. That’s when some people go for open marriages or cheating.”

Mirnaa blinked at open marriages.

Mirnaa blinked, sitting up a bit. “What do you mean ‘how far they go’? Like… cheating is okay?”

“But that doesn’t mean love ends. No matter how far they go, if the love is real, it brings them back.”

Vikram shook his head, keeping his tone calm, explanatory.

“Not ‘okay’ — but it happens. In some relationships, people are open about it. They talk, they agree. Like swinging — where couples swap partners for a night, just for fun. Or cuckolding, where one watches the other with someone else, the other may not involve but that’s a thrill for them.”

Mirnaa’s eyes widened, shocked. “Swinging? Cuckolding? That sounds… wrong. Like, how can someone watch their wife with another man and be okay? Or swap? Isn’t that just cheating with permission?”

Vikram nodded slowly, seeing her naivety, her innocence shining through. “It shocks most people at first. But think about it — some may need a new feel, a new thrill outside of marriage. The routine gets old. They crave variety, excitement. But if the love is strong, they come back. Like Priya — maybe she and her husband have an understanding.”

Mirnaa’s face flushed, still stunned. “A new thrill? Outside marriage? 
But… why? If you love someone, isn’t that enough? 
And what if one gets attached to the other person? Or jealous? It sounds so… messy. Dirty.”


Vikram smiled gently, rubbing her arm. “Jealousy happens, but they talk through it. It’s about openness. No secrets, no lies. 

For some, it even makes the marriage stronger — the thrill brings them closer. The world is strange, like you said. But it’s also more free. People don’t judge as much anymore.”


Vikram said, “Let's take us as an example. 3 years in marriage, I wanted to try Anal once, and you were too shy. 
We tried once and we left in the middle. Imagine if one of us are not satisfied. 

For instance me, I still want anal and I didn’t get it because you feared or you felt odd. It left me wanted more. Imagine for you instance, you wanted it but you just could not ask and I'm crawling back due to looking at how you are uncomfortable. 

These scenarios won't be a trouble with third person. Just people do it for fun and come back to where they are”


Mirnaa mind was stuck with part, may be Vikram neeeded Anal... she quickly said, “You should have told me you wanted it.”

Vikram laughed. “See, i said it as a example, doesnt mean i want it badly.. we will figure out if we need it right. There are couples they speak open like this but still they could not get it and they choose this step. I'm saying just don't judge or mistreat anyone just because they are sexually active in different way, that's the case with your friend Priya.”


Mirnaa shook her head, whispering. “I could never… it’s shocking. I want to cut friendship with Priya. How can I look at her the same?”


Vikram leaned in, voice soothing. “Don’t judge her so fast. Give her space. Be a good friend again. Everyone has reasons. Talk to her — understand why. You’re kind like that.”


Mirnaa looked at him, still processing, shocked by the ideas. “You make it sound… normal.”
Vikram shrugged. “In the modern world, it is for some.”

Mirnaa after a thought just said, “You seem like making it sound normal, only when it happens to you, you will jump.”
She then said, “Will you be okay if I say I want a thrill outside marriage?”

Vikram said: “Wow, my wife became so open in a day.”

She hit his hand. “Answer me, its easy to preach for outside world, but when it happens inside home, it could be more damaging.”

Vikram said: “Answer is Yes, If my Mirnaa wants it, if she feels it safe, I can.”

Mirnaa was shocked. She was not ready for the answer. Vikram patiently waited for this moment and said, “I will do the same as you, I know you will let me if I ask.” He smiles.

Mirnaa bit his ear and said, “I won’t give you to any…” They laughed with a small bed fight, then Vikram embraced her in a hug and kissed her forehead and said, “There are plenty of reasons why some go out for thrill, why they cheat. But sex is just another thing. The only thing you need to know is if love stays as it is. When love stays, nothing can shake it. Like our love.”


She smiled.

He then said, “Go to your friend tomorrow, befriend her as usual, don’t get into fight. Friends sometimes need our support. You need to be in a place of understanding rather throwing tantrum and prejudice. Talk with her speak with her if she needed, but don’t go and ask their story yourself. Just allow them to in your zone.”   Internally Vikram mind said “If she can accept this for Priya, maybe she’ll accept it for me someday if she get to know the truths"


Mirnaa said, “Okay. I won’t be judgmental. I will be good friend.”

But inside, his mind raced. The conversation had changed everything, what was he done to pass as escapism printed a new route unintentionally — just like he didn’t know.

The dynamics were shifting.
Forever.


Vikram lifted his head and said, “Except the hospital big shot thing, other two cases are just based on your judgement. You see one of this going to be not worst like you thought and one of them going to have some good reason, but you misunderstood.”


Vikram would know Priya would have reasons justifiable for her cheating and why should that monster appear again, he is just some stranger, she would soon assume him for a misunderstood soul. He smiled and slept hugging her.

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Chapter 48 – The Friend, The Big Shot, & The Footage

Midnight. 2 AM.


Vikram stirred in bed, bladder full, sleep heavy. He rose quietly, feet touching cold floor, and shuffled toward the bathroom. 
Halfway down the hallway, he froze.

A faint golden light leaked from under the store room door — Flashing. Pulsing. 
Like someone inside had forgotten to turn off a lamp… or didn’t care.

His heart kicked. Something is up.
He stepped closer, barefoot, silent. 
The door was slightly ajar — just a crack, enough for sound to slip out.


Low moans. Wet slaps of skin. Heavy breathing. A woman’s gasp — sharp, needy.


Vikram’s throat tightened. The scene felt too familiar — the same store room, the same rhythm he had once walked in on with Malar and Vicky.

Years back. The humiliation still burned.
But this wasn’t them.


He edged nearer, breath shallow. 
Through the crack he saw shadows moving — two bodies, stark nude, locked together in frantic rhythm. 

The man had her bent over a low shelf, hips slamming forward with controlled violence. Her back arched, breasts swaying with every thrust, hair spilling wild over her shoulders.


Vikram’s hand moved almost on instinct to his pants. He tugged the waistband down. 
His cock sprang free — already half-hard from the sounds, the sight, the sick thrill of watching something forbidden.


He wrapped his fingers around himself. Slow strokes at first. Matching their rhythm.

The woman’s moans grew louder — desperate, pleading. The man growled low, possessive.
Vikram stroked faster. Heat coiled in his gut. He was going to catch them. He was going to see who it was. The thought made him harder.


Then the woman rose from her position — pushed herself upright, back arching, head tilting back as the man drove deeper.
Her face was blurry at first — shadowed, out of focus.

She gasped, voice trembling with pleasure.
“Will you let me do it… outside our marriage?”
Vikram’s hand froze mid-stroke.
The voice was unmistakable.
The blur cleared.


It was Mirnaa.

Her face — flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with ecstasy — stared straight toward the crack in the door. Straight toward him.
The man behind her slowed, hips still buried deep. His head turned slowly.


A mask. Black. Monstrous. Like something from a nightmare — jagged teeth, hollow eyes.
The monster smiled.


Mirnaa’s voice again — soft, broken, aroused.
“Will you let me…?”

Vikram’s stomach dropped. Horror and arousal crashed together. His cock throbbed in his fist — traitorously hard.
He tried to shout. Nothing came out.

The monster thrust once — hard. Mirnaa cried out in pleasure.
Vikram’s body jerked.
He came.


Hot spurts hit the floor in front of him — thick, shameful ropes. His knees almost buckled.
“Mirnaa!” he finally choked out, voice cracking.


He jolted awake.
Dream.
Bloody dream.


He was sitting up in bed, chest heaving. Sweat slick on his skin. Mirnaa slept peacefully beside him — breathing slow, face innocent, unaware.
He looked down.

His shorts were soaked. Cum had leaked through the fabric, sticky against his thigh. A wet spot darkened the sheet beneath him.


Shit… too many thoughts. Too many names.  their last night discussions all turned into a dream…


He pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
The dream lingered — her face in pleasure, the monster’s mask, her question.
“Will you let me do it outside our marriage?”

He swallowed hard.
He didn’t move for a long time.


Until morning arrives.



Vikram didn’t move anywhere. He decided to stay at home. 
The dream shook him. Moments later Mirnaa cooked and kissed him and said she will go to hospital.


Vikram offered to ride her to hospital.
His Sedan took her. When she got dropped, she caught his hand and said, “I will speak with Priya. Okay.”
Vikram smiled. But his inner peace is shaken after the dream.



At hospital,

Priya and Mirnaa sat in the hospital staff room during a rare quiet afternoon break. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead. Priya looked nervous, stirring her tea endlessly.

Mirnaa broke the silence first. “Priya… I’m sorry for how I reacted yesterday. I was shocked. Everyone has reasons. I don’t want to lose my friend over this.”

Priya’s eyes filled with relief. “Mirnaa… thank you. I didn’t want to lose you either. I know it looks bad, but… it’s complicated. My husband and I… don’t ask me anything. When time comes I will let you know. But don’t judge me. Even I was hurt after speaking to you that way…”

Mirnaa nodded slowly, still processing. “I don’t understand it completely. But I won’t judge. You’re still my friend.”
Priya smiled, tears in her eyes. “Thank you for understanding me better. Really.”

They hugged — a small, genuine moment of reconnection.

Meanwhile, in the special wing, the big-shot patient arrived. A middle-aged man in a crisp suit, accompanied by two bodyguards and a private doctor. He looked healthy — too healthy for admission. He smiled politely at the staff, settled into the luxurious private room, and requested “round-the-clock nursing care.”

Mirnaa was assigned to him.

She entered the room with her chart, professional smile in place. “Good afternoon, sir. I’m Mirnaa, your assigned nurse. How are you feeling today?”

The man looked at her — eyes sharp, assessing. “Very well, thank you. Just here for observation.”
Mirnaa nodded, checking his vitals. “Everything looks normal. Any discomfort?”
The man smiled. “None at all. Just… make sure no one disturbs me. I have important calls.”

Mirnaa felt a strange unease — something about his calm confidence felt off. But she pushed it aside.
“Of course, sir. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”

She left the room, closing the door softly.

On the other side of the city, 

Bharath pulled his Thar jeep into the parking lot of his apartment building. He was still bruised from the beating, but his eyes were sharp, determined.

Rishi — his old friend — was waiting at the gate with a lunch box.

“Thangachi made this specially for you,” Rishi said, handing it over. “Malini said you need proper food after all this hospital nonsense.”
Bharath took the box, a rare soft smile crossing his face. “Tell her thanks. How is she now?”

Rishi grinned. “All fine. Still bossing me around. You know how she is. But she worries about you. Says you’re too closed off since Manya.”
Bharath’s smile faded. “I’m fine.”

Rishi looked at him. “You’re not. But anyway — you got the hospital list?”
Bharath nodded. “15 names. No nurse names. They said hospitals didn’t reveal identities.”

Rishi whistled. “Smart. But… CCTV? The event building must have cameras. You can check the footage — see who helped you behind the stage.”
Bharath’s eyes lit up. “How did I miss it? Good idea.”
Rishi smiled. “It happens.”

He asked, “Why you are so concerned about this woman?”
Bharath eyes widened. “She teased me. Now I need to taste it.”

Rishi said, “Instead of doing stuffs like this you should visit Manya and make her understand.”
Bharath said: “I don’t see any positive from her. Just let me do what I want.”

After lunch, the duo started in Bharath’s Thar jeep toward the event venue. Bharath drove in silence, mind fixed on the woman who had helped him twice — her face, her softness, her kindness despite fear.

Meanwhile, Krish phoned Vikram.

“Vikram, I’m reaching next week. Swathi is not coming.
Things are intensifying. I’m coming in advance.”
Vikram’s grip on the phone tightened. “What’s happening?”


Krish: “Aadharsh is moving fast. We need to act. Stay ready.”
Vikram ended the call, unease settling in.





Evening 

Mirnaa arrived back in evening 7 PM, Vikram face came back to calmness after seeing her, but that was sort, as she came in with phone on ears..

It was Shiney. Now Dr. Shiney.


“Mirnaa! I’m coming soon to Chennai. Surprise visit. Don’t tell Vikram yet — I want to shock him.”
Mirnaa laughed. “When?”
Shiney: “Soon. Very soon.”

Vikram, overhearing, felt a little uncomfortable with the news.
Shiney’s arrival meant more eyes, more questions. He smiled at Mirnaa anyway.
But inside, the unease grew.




Priya and Mirnaa reunited as friends.
Bharath nearing Mirnaa.
Vikram’s dream.
Krish advancing his plan to Chennai.
Dr. Shiney’s surprise visit.
Aadharsh is moving fast.


All these happening in a single day.

[heygiwriter]

The conversation is really good and its happening in real-world

Quite interesting narration excellent proceedings

Thanks

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Priya and Mirnaa reunited as friends.
Bharath nearing Mirnaa.
Vikram’s dream.
Krish advancing his plan to Chennai.
Dr. Shiney’s surprise visit.
Aadharsh is moving fast.


All these happening in a single day.

Wow
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Thanks

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Chapter 49 – You both know each other.?!





Next day at the hospital…

The middle-aged man — the influential big-shot patient — had been restless all afternoon. His private room was quiet, bodyguards stationed outside, but inside, he had dismissed the regular staff with a wave.

Now, two younger hospital girls (not nurses, just aides) were in the room, giggling nervously as he poured drinks from a bottle he’d brought himself.

Mirnaa walked past the door on her rounds and froze. The girls were sitting too close, dresses hiked up, the man’s hand on one thigh. Laughter, low voices, the unmistakable smell of alcohol.

She stepped in, voice firm but calm. “Sir, this is a hospital. Not a place to ridicule like this. Please send them out.”

The man looked up, amused. “Relax, nurse. They’re just entertaining me. No harm.”

Mirnaa’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not allowed. Leave, girls.”

The aides scurried out, embarrassed. The man leaned back, smirking. “Okay, let it be. Come back in an hour. I have some needs to be done.”
Mirnaa turned and left without a word, heart pounding.

In the staff room, she found Priya. “That man… he’s rude. Trying to entertain girls in his room like it’s a hotel.”


Priya sighed. “Influential people think rules don’t apply. Just stay away from him. Don’t get involved.”

Mirnaa nodded, but texted Vikram anyway:

“Something weird at hospital. The big-shot patient is trying to entertain girls in his room. Told him off. Feeling uneasy.”

Vikram read the message. His mind went off. Something off. The dream still lingered — Mirnaa with the monster. He sensed danger. He didn’t alert her but went to the hospital to see her.

Meanwhile, Bharath had retrieved the CCTV footage from the event building. Her face is clear now. Her name tag is visible: Mirnaa, and when she picked her ID, he noted her hospital…

He stared at the screen for a long time.

“She saved me twice,” he muttered to Rishi. “I’ll befriend her. Spark friendship. Slowly… get what I need.”

Rishi raised an eyebrow. “You mean sex?”

Bharath didn’t answer. He just started the Thar jeep toward her hospital.

An hour later.

Mirnaa knocked on the big-shot’s door. “Sir? You asked for me?”

“Come in.”
The room was dim. The bodyguards were gone. The man sat on the bed in a robe, drink in hand.

“Yes sir, what do you want?”

He smiled. “You sent everyone away. I appreciate your sincerity. Hospital girls like them are not fit for this place.”
He stood, walked toward her slowly.
“But this place… you can fit in.”


He reached out, fingers brushing her saree pallu.
Mirnaa stepped back. “Sir, stop.”
He tugged. The pallu started to slip.


Before it dropped, a loud thud.

A kick landed square on the man’s chest. He flew back, crashing against the bed.
Bharath stood there, eyes blazing.

Mirnaa didn’t wait. She ran out, heart hammering, and alerted security and the chief in-charge.

As soon as everyone arrived, the people around there said, “Please don’t raise this issue. He is an influential man.”
Bharath raged. “I don’t care. This man tried to misbehave. Glad I looked at the right time.”

Priya said, “No, we need to call security officer. How could we peacefully work here, with vultures like him?” Few other nurses joined her.
Mirnaa was panicked.  

Chief comes in and said, “We will sort this out. She is our staff, we will take care.”

Bharath didn’t flinch. A nurse called a cop.

at the same time... 
Bharath’s phone rang. He glanced at it, face hardening. “I have to go. Emergency.”

He looked at Mirnaa once — eyes intense — then left.
Chief gets the phone from staff and said, “We will fix this internally. He is our guest. 
Yes, it’s inappropriate, but I don’t want our hospital in news.”


Vikram arrived moments later.

He saw Mirnaa — pale, shaking. She ran to him, hugged him tight.

Vikram held her, rage boiling inside. “What happened?”
She told him everything — the man’s attempt, a stranger’s kick, the crowd protecting the big-shot. Nurses standing for her.

Vikram’s jaw clenched. He wanted to break his bones but he knew he should not show his rage out. Yet he said, “Let me break his hand.”

Mirnaa stopped him. “No, we are not that powerful to offend him. Let’s complain with security officer or to hospital.”


Vikram calmed down and said, “Let’s move for now. I will escalate this legally.”

He took her out, arm around her. Priya followed, worried.

Vikram asked Priya to accompany them for sometime till she became normal.

At home, Mirnaa sat on the couch, still shaken.

“The monster… he actually saved me. I want to thank him, but he disappeared. Maybe panicked when people talked about calling security officer.”

Vikram’s mind flashed — monster fucking Mirnaa in a mask. The dream. His stomach churned.

“What monster again?” he asked, voice tight.

Mirnaa said, “Should I call savior?” She slipped a smile.
Vikram felt easy, a small smile.

Mirnaa said, “You are good at reading people. As you said maybe I misjudged him. He seems to be a good person.”

Vikram said, “That’s why you should be calm and listen to full before passing a judgement.”

He was relaxed that finally she is easing out on henchman thing, “than you monster for saving her and this…”

But the rage never let him.

At 9 PM he got a message from his informer: the big shot is partying somewhere in a warehouse. No CCTV and all good.

Vikram knew this is the time.

Vikram pretended his phone rang.
He stepped away, then came back.

“Priya, can you stay till 12? I have a very important thing to address. I don’t want to leave her alone, especially today.”

Priya nodded. “Sure. I’ll call my husband.”
She did. “My friend fell and has no one to take care of. He said stay if needed.”
Priya said, “My husband said if you want to stay you can.”
Vikram said, “Perfect thanks.”

Priya and Mirnaa stayed together. They chatted random stories. Then Priya slept on the sofa. Mirnaa slept on the cushion.

At 1 AM, Vikram came back.
He woke them gently. “Come, sleep in the guest room.”
They moved. Mirnaa fell asleep quickly.
Vikram stared at the ceiling, mind racing.


Next morning, 8 AM.

A Cop jeep arrived outside.

Officers knocked. “Vikram? You need to come with us. We received a complaint from the big-shot patient. Assault case.”

Mirnaa rushed out. “No! He doesn’t even know how to fight. He’s innocent. He was targeted by that man for his wrongdoings we questioned!”

Whatever, you need to come to the security officer station and explain. He rudely said, “Go that way idiots…”

Vikram stepped forward, calm. “I’m equally influential. I run businesses with many outlets. 
I too have people who are well known in power play.”
Vikram showed his card.

The cops hesitated, suddenly respectful. “Sir, please come to the station. We’ll sort it.”


Mirnaa and Priya followed in the car.

At the station, the big-shot sat, bruised, angry.

“Someone beat me. It must be him — the husband. They powdered chilli on my eyes and my helpers’ eyes so we didn’t see. 
But I’m sure it was him. Who else had the intention than him?”

Vikram said, “You tried molesting my wife and now turning someone else attacking you on me?”

The big-shot sneered. “I molested do you have proof? Did the hospital said so? No proof. You don’t know my power.” He threatened.

The cop gave Vikram's card to big shot. 

He laughed at that card, “Just a electronics man. Should I be feared for his 20 outlets and assets? He is nothing before me.”

The cop smirked.

“And don’t leave the first person who attacked me either,” Big shot raged.

The constable said, “Sir, we identified him via CCTV camera. He is also on the way.” But it’s not what the way you think.

The inspector said, “Shut up. Who are you to interfere? Your only job is to pass information. Just stand there idiot.”

Mirnaa realized the monster sorry the savior or helper is arriving as well, she thinks of just telling him a thanks after all ends will work. 

Vikram’s hands were cuffed by the security officer. 
They said, “You can’t be saved. We’re ready to force all fake charges on you. 
You played wrong with power.”

The Thar jeep arrived with screech sound.

The constable said, “The person who beat the man is coming,” knowing something the constable smiled.

The inspector sat on the table like a hero, mocking smile. 
He addressed Mirnaa: “Instead of too much trouble you should have listened to the bigshot.”
See your husband and that thug who is coming up now going to face huge backlash...
He and few others laughed.


Vikram controlled himself — he doesn’t want Mirnaa to see his rage and reveal his identity.

The footsteps nears the entrance..
The constable saluted at the entrance.

The inspector looked shocked — who is arriving that the constable is saluting?


Bharath entered the station.
The influential big-shot pointed. “He is the person who beat me first last day.”

The inspector said, “Sir, is it you?” His hand automatically saluted.


Mirnaa looked at him — the monster, bad man, henchman she used to call is being saluted by the inspector.



That was the first time Vikram saw him.

“Bharath…???”



Bharath looked at him. “Vikram???”



Mirnaa was shocked.

You both know each other.



Vikram and Bharath looked at Mirnaa…