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Chapter 92 - The Morning After


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Morning

Sunlight poured through the open balcony doors — golden, relentless — falling across the tangled sheets and their bodies.

Mirnaa woke slowly — body heavy, sore in places she had never been sore before. Her thighs ached. Her core felt tender, stretched, still carrying the faint, warm echo of him inside her. Cum had dried on her inner thighs overnight — sticky, intimate evidence she couldn’t ignore. The sheets were damp in places, scented with sex and salt air.

Bharath lay beside her — arm dbangd possessively across her waist, face turned toward her in sleep. His breathing was slow, steady — peaceful — like a man who had finally found something he had been searching for years.

She stared at the ceiling — heart pounding.
Guilt crashed over her in waves — sharp, suffocating.
What have I done?

She had let him inside her. Raw. Deep. Multiple times. She had moaned his name — loud, broken, needy. She had come — hard, shaking, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her alive. And worse… she had said “love you too.”

Tears welled up — silent, hot.

She felt dirty. Betrayed Vikram. Betrayed the vows she had made. Betrayed the woman she thought she was.

But beneath the guilt — something else flickered. A strange, warm afterglow. The way he had looked at her — like she was everything. The way he had whispered “I love you” — like he meant it with every fiber of his being. The way her body had responded — alive, wanted, free in a way Vikram had never made her feel.

She shifted slightly — trying to ease the soreness between her legs.
Bharath stirred — eyes opening slowly.

He saw her tears immediately — face softening.

“Hey…” he whispered — voice rough from sleep.
“What’s wrong, my love?”

Mirnaa turned her head away — voice cracking.
“I… I shouldn’t have… last night… we…”

Bharath didn’t rush. He gave her space — rolling onto his side, propping himself on one elbow — watching her carefully.
He didn’t pull away completely — his hand stayed on her waist — light, grounding.

“Take your time,” he said — gentle. “I’m here.”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched — tears spilling over.

“I let you… inside me. 
I moaned your name. I… I came. 
I said I love you too. Vikram… he never said sex. 
He said kisses. Hugs. Comfort. I crossed the line. I’m… I’m a bad wife.”

Her voice broke — sob catching in her throat.
Bharath waited — letting her words hang in the air.
Then — slowly — he reached out — fingers brushing her cheek — wiping away tears.

“Mirnaa… look at me.”
She did — eyes red, searching.
He spoke — calm, steady, eyes locked on hers.

“I know how you feel. I know your inner turmoil. You could think worse about yourself… about me.

But I would say — thinking about what we did last night won’t fix anything.
It’s already happened. Even if it was one time or a hundred times — it’s done.”

He paused — letting it sink in.

“I don’t want you to feel guilty about it. 
I promise you — I will go through this with you.”

Mirnaa looked at his eyes — struggled.
“Vikram…”

Bharath nodded — soft.

“Yes. Vikram. Your husband. My friend. You think he will feel bad? Or that we cheated him? 
No, Mirnaa… I don’t see it like that."

He leaned closer — voice gentle.

“Let me ask you a question.”

“Have you ever seen any wife happily kiss another man other than her husband?”
Mirnaa whispered:
“No…”
“But we did. And Vikram knows it.”
“Have you seen any wife going away for a week — for a date?”
“No…”
“But we did. With your husband’s permission.”
Mirnaa’s breath hitched.

“What we did is not at all normal. Your husband allowed us to be together — kiss, hug, week alone together. 
It happened with his knowledge. There is nothing for you to feel guilt about.”

Mirnaa said — voice trembling:
“But… we had sex, he didnt say it, we we cheated him…”

Bharath intervened — calm, firm.

“No, Mirnaa. We didn’t. I don’t see it that way. We are not people who crave for sex. We came here for fun, comfort and opening up..
We just happened to do it because there was a need. You helped me overcome my trauma.”
He paused — eyes softening.

“I also see it as you reciprocated the love I have for you.”
Mirnaa was stunned by his way of looking.

“You slipped a word — ‘I love you’ — last night. Do you forget?”
Mirnaa went into guilt and shy mode — cheeks burning.

“For me — you reciprocated my love back to me. 
That doesn’t mean you cheated him or your love for him dropped. You need not be in guilt for that.”

Mirnaa said — still struggling:
“Still…”

Bharath continued — voice steady.

“You hugged me and 
you were fine with it. 

You kissed me and 
you were fine with it. 

We were half-naked and going everywhere — 
you were fine with it. 

But when we made sex… 
you felt wrong. 

Most things were okay — but not this.

There is only one difference
that is "Vikram's Permission or acknowledgement"

He leaned closer.

If he had not given his not for the first three “You would have felt everything was wrong"

“You did it when he is aware — and you are okay with that.”

Mirnaa realized — that had to be the naked truth. When Vikram kinda pushed her — she did. But felt sex wrong. 
Why? Because Vikram doesn’t know or he didnt acknowledge or permit about that.

Bharath said:
“Guess you got that. 


If us got into sex keeps troubling you, imagine and think like

Think like Vikram also intended that — but we did it before he could say.”


“We should prepare and push ourself too see it like that. This is the only way you could come over this. Treat the upcoming days as same — the Consumed Affair. Let this be secret between us. He need not know this. Think he is yet to give us nod on it.”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched.
“A secret…? If it started having secrets, i wont be a true wife”

Bharath nodded — eyes locked on hers.

He leaned closer — kissed her forehead — lingering.

“You’re still his wife. You always will be. 
But you’re also a woman who deserves pleasure. 
Who deserves to feel wanted. Who deserves to be loved — even if just for a week. 

Vikram really wanted you to feel that — it’s just we crossed a line before he could say on it.”

“But we know how to handle this — control this — and be ourselves like mature adults.”

“We have not cheated anyone. After we get back to Chennai on return day — you will be his wife — and I will be your friend as always.”

“Whatever we do here — just stay here. Let’s learn all here — and learn to forget it here.”

Mirnaa’s tears slowed.


Bharath looking at it slowly manipulated his game

And there is one more thing, apart from healing my trauma, Vikram intent, our openness 

She searched his eyes — wanting to know more on it.

Bharath continued — hand sliding down — resting lightly on her stomach — thumb circling softly.

“Last night… you felt it, right? 
How good it can be. How alive you felt. 
That’s not betrayal or cheating. 
That’s called pleasure. That’s called healing. For both of us.”

“Tell me frankly — did you like how we did? 
I know Vikram would have dealt softly with you… I realized when you called me an animal.”

“How was that… tell me frankly. I have an explanation for it.”
She swallowed — voice small.
“I… I liked it…”

Bharath smiled — tender.

“I know that you liked it — your body responded that way. It’s human nature… And that’s okay. That’s a beautiful thing. You need not worry about morality. I promise you will never come into your marriage life. I love you truly. I respect your choice. Your feelings. But hear what your body says…”

He kissed her cheek — then her lips — soft, slow, reassuring.
Mirnaa kissed back — hesitant at first — then deeper.
Guilt still burned — but the pleasure was stronger now.
Bharath pulled back — eyes warm.

“See? No pressure. We have 6 more days left to enjoy. Our purpose to come here is to forget all the pain — enjoy — have some fun. We should not be stuck here discussing what he had done already. Let’s go away — have some breakfast. Let’s try to become normal first — then let’s sit and talk about the issues, Mirnaa.”

She nodded — small.

“Okay.”

He kissed her forehead one last time — then rose — still naked — body strong, cock half-hard again.
“I’ll make coffee.”

Mirnaa watched him go — heart pounding.
She lay there — legs still parted — feeling his cum leak slowly — warm, claiming.
She touched her lips — tingling.

The guilt was still there — but quieter now.

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Chapter 93 – Bharath's new plan and Vikram's consent to Bharath



Bharath rose from the bed — still nude. The morning light cut across his body in sharp angles, highlighting the faint scratches Mirnaa had left on his shoulders and back the night before. He glanced back at her — She was still in guilt mode — quiet, withdrawn, fingers twisting the edge of the sheet like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

He smiled inwardly. .
He left her there — giving her space — and walked to the kitchenette. The villa was quiet, sea waves a distant murmur, the air thick with salt and the lingering scent of last night’s sex.

He made coffee — two mugs, strong, black — steam rising in slow curls.
His phone lay on the counter — battery dead from last night.
He plugged it in — charger humming to life.

Mirnaa stirred — sat up slowly — still nude, body marked with faint red lines from last night’s grip. 

She looked at him — eyes soft, conflicted.
“I…im going to use the bathroom. i will have coffee later”
Bharath nodded — gentle.

“Take your time, my love. Coffee will be ready.”
She disappeared — door clicking shut.

The moment she left — his phone buzzed — screen lighting up with notifications.
Too many messages from Aadharsh.
He opened them — eyes narrowing.

The latest one caught him like a blade:
Krish and Vikram got the deal signed. But when I tried to stop them — they attacked me. I got shot — admitted in hospital. Bharath — I know Vikram’s wife Mirnaa is your friend. Kidnap her and get her as leverage. Vikram and Krish will come out automatically. Tomorrow morning — they are going to flight. I have enough men kept at every point to get on them. Now I’m not able to crack their hideout place. Once they reached Dubai — Krish will be more powerful. We cannot offend him. Also the new deal is someone we cannot offend. Give your best…


Bharath’s pulse quickened — mind racing.
Aadharsh was wounded — desperate.
Vikram and Krish had the upper hand — but trapped.
And Mirnaa… leverage.

He immediately called Aadharsh.


“What pal, what’s happening?”
Aadharsh picked up instantly — voice rough, pained.

“Hope you saw my messages. My body is aching — don’t call me. I trust you buddy, just grab Mirnaa. I tried to locate her but she is not anywhere — that Vikram had already predicted my move. He kept his wife somewhere hidden and safe. Wherever she is…just grab her... And im sorry for disturbing your peaceful time with your girlfriend.”

Bharath — calm, measured:  “Not an issue. I will find her soon”
Aadharsh: “Where are you? Why I could not spot you anywhere?”

Bharath: “That doesn’t matter. I will do what you asked for. I have sent my men to take her.”
Bharath: “What else should I do?”

Aadharsh: “Nothing — just this. If you can use your links to find Krish and Vikram — especially their hideout place, i could grab them soon. I have deployed my men everywhere. They have to come out to take the paper at the hotel. If I burn that — they will prepare a new one. But if I guard it — they will come for it.”

Bharath:
“Good idea. I will help you. I will use my intel and call you back.”

Aadharsh:
“Hey — I just have 50 men. Right now all split to different regions. If you can spot them — I can send them all to one location.”

Bharath said: “Perfect.”

Bharath kept the phone down — he was shocked. Contrast to what he thought — this became more messy. He expected one clear winner — but no one. It’s still half hanging in the air. He was astonished how Vikram was so powerful.

Bharath then thought — it’s their issue — let’s turn off the phone. My game had completed long back when i had sex with Mirna, he thought.

His mind was reeling. He already had taken Mirna. What will he get additionally, if he continued to play for them? Given the scenario (last night sex) — he could make her continue the affair today or tomorrow with some tricks.

He unbothered moved to the bed, sat on it and drank a sip of coffee, he saw the bedsheet his cum over it, he doubted if he could get her for entire week, will she be okay wit the guilt she has already? His husband is suddenly powerful, and i need some power to continuously exploit her in bed.

But suddenly something struck in him.

I had deeply penetrated my penis inside one powerful person’s wife… What if the powerful person give her himself?

Given the condition that she is already in guilt — and I may have to pressure her or trick her even for a normal regular sex — what if I got full consent? Rest of days in Goa will be erotically epic. It’s possible only when Vikram push her.

A husband pushing for it? That thrill… and Mirnaa would immediately fall into his arms if she knew Vikram consented.

The thought struck him — dark, perfect.

His mind decided to play a new game — more interesting, more fun.

He suddenly got a plan, he instantly put it into action.

He sent the screenshot of Aadharsh’s message to Vikram — one-time view only.

Then — another message as image, one-time view: They might hear us call in WhatsApp not regular line…

Moments later — 



Vikram called Bharath on WhatsApp.

Bharath answered — voice calm, low.

“Vikram… what’s the situation?”

Vikram’s voice was strained, urgent.

“Bharath… Aadharsh attacked. We signed the deal — but he’s in hospital. His men are everywhere. We can’t get out. The papers are stuck at the hotel. We need to bypass them — get to Dubai tomorrow. Can you help?”


Bharath’s eyes darkened — opportunity — and he already knew Vikram desperately needed one.


He decided to use the situation.

Bharath said “I will. They are eying Mirnaa as well — good that we already made a deal and she is safe with me. For you I will soon find a solution.”

“See, my men can spot them — get the papers, escort you to the airport. Safe.”

“But the hideout you are in — from there my men cannot help you…”
“Wait for some time — I will make some plans and deviate them. Just tell me an unrelated place that is totally unrelatable to your hideout…”


Vikram asked “What the plan?”

Bharath :  “I said right — Aadharsh has up to 50 men around the city — anyone can spot you. So I will deviate them to a new place.”


Vikram exhaled — relieved.  
“Thank you.”


Bharath said  “And one more thing…” ----  He cut the call abruptly — he planned it.



Vikram called back — but Bharath cut the phone.




TEXT MESSAGES followed

Vikram in panic messaged: What happen?

Bharath replied:  Mirna is around.

Vikram: Got it

Bharath:  She never knew our deals, never knew what we spoke.
Vikram:  I understand.

Bharath: Now we all come to this place and you know Mirnaa is double safe with me… I would like to approach her… For one night stand… or lets call it a one week stand. I promise you I wont touch her without consent


Vikram saw the text and he could not say anything — he waited for Bharath’s phone call for the men’s place and his men taking them out for flight tomorrow. 

Bharath asked again:
Are you okay?

Vikram finally typed:

If she is willing to, if she gives her consent, No force, No tricks, No blackmails, no photos, no videos.

Vikram in anger punched the wall after sending.

Bharath texted him: Sure I remember, but she is not getting my hints. You should speak with her… If she says no, then I will stay…

Vikram saw the message — he was torn.

Bastard… he is asking me to talk to my wife for this…


Vikram decided okay — I know how to secretly pass the message to Mirnaa — let’s give her hint not to have sex… when she or he calls.
He thought to himself.


Vikram sent a text: How can I, but okay. If she speaks with me I will explain her, but you should never make a move if she is not interested

Bharath: 100%

Chat ends.






Mirnaa was just coming out of the bathroom 


Towel wrapped around her — eyes still red from tears.
Bharath held up his phone — voice soft.

“My love… look at this.”

The entire WhatsApp message she read:

Vikram: what happen

Bharath: Mirna is around.

Vikram: got it

Bharath: She never knew our deals, never knew what we spoke.

Vikram: I understand.

Bharath: Now we all come to this place and you know Mirnaa is double safe with me… I would like to approach her… For one night stand… or lets call it a one week stand. I promise you I wont touch her without consent

Bharath: Are you okay?

Vikram: If she is willing to, if she gives her consent, No force, No tricks, No blackmails, no photos, no videos.

Bharath: Sure I remember, but she is not getting my hints. You should speak with her… If she says no, then I will stay…

Vikram: How can I, but okay. If she speaks with me I will explain her, but you should never make a move if she is not interested

Bharath: 100%

Mirnaa was shocked — staring at the messages.

Bharath got back his phone — still nude — pulled her in and said:

“You worried Vikram had not contested right? 
He gave his consent. I just spoke with him few minutes back. 
Look at the message. Now whom should you worry about?”
lets just dive deep into new found love baby
He placed his lips on hers.

But Mirnaa withdrew her lips — she said:

“Wait…
What’s happening? 
What’s that deal Vikram and you spoke?”

Bharath realised the blunder he made!!

The room suddenly felt smaller.
The sea waves outside kept crashing — indifferent.

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Chapter 94: Half truth, Half life. but well landed 

Mirnaa’s voice cut through the quiet villa like a knife — soft, trembling, but sharp with sudden clarity.

“What are you and Vikram hiding from me?”

Bharath was stunned — that his trap plan was actually going to backfire? No… no, I should not.

He doesn’t want to tell something random and get caught. He decided to just handle the situation smartly — avoiding shedding any details — and lie something that fits better.

Bharath knows some women will never be the same when she gets a doubt. The entire trust they build in will shatter like that — so he decided to give it a quick shot.

He quickly said — voice calm, soothing:

“Calm down. I previously said right — me and Vikram spoke a lot. And I guess this is the right time to tell you everything… but I need some time to tell you fully.”

He stepped closer — not touching — just close enough to let his presence comfort her.

“And you are already too stressed. Can we talk about it after breakfast?”

Mirnaa looked at him — doubtful, eyes searching his face for cracks.

He met her gaze — steady, sincere.

“I promise I will tell you fully — and it’s not what you doubt. You will be surprised.”
“Trust me… please.”

Mirnaa hesitated — the doubt still flickering — but his voice, his eyes, the memory of last night’s tenderness… she decided to trust him once.
“Okay,” she whispered.

Bharath exhaled — relief hidden behind a gentle smile.

He went to bathe. While showering — hot water cascading over his body — he got enough time to construct lies better. He planned what to tell Vikram and Mirnaa simultaneously — a story that would tie everything together, make her feel safe, make her feel chosen, and keep Vikram in the dark just enough.

He came out — towel around his waist — hair damp, droplets tracing his chest.

“My love — let’s go to breakfast.”

He caught her hand — gentle — and walked on the side of the beach to reach that specific restaurant.

Bharath could feel the light weight of Mirna’s hand — like she is not fully into it but allows him to hold her hand. The grip was loose — hesitant — a silent signal of the storm inside her.

They finished breakfast — fresh juice, fruits, idlis — eaten in near silence.

The wooden bench was heavy beneath them — the sea sound and waves hit her like anything. She was confused about everything. She was torn that her very own husband, her lover, had secretly wanted her to have sex. What’s the plan? What’s the deal? Why was she always kept in the dark?

Bharath continued — voice low, intimate — sitting close enough that their thighs touched.

“Mirna… this is not something new. We already know it.

I ask you to listen fully — most of them may be you already know, some may not.
 I will tell chronologically — so you would understand better on why and how.”

“It’s all started from the day I saved you in hospital and station. 
He was just thankful.”


When i kept saving you from that bigshot’s various plans 

He figured out i have been following you two and secretly guarding
He wanted to repay my kindness someway
But as i was his friend and known person, he hesitated to ask, but he reached me and offered some shares in business and asked if i was interested
I said no.


Mirnaa interrupted — soft:
“So the bigshot kept troubling without us knowing?”

Bharath:
“Vikram knows… only you never know. Because he doesn’t want you to get bothered — he decided to keep you safe mentally. 
He knows I’m guarding you with my men and he had his own watchers.”

“No question between — just listen.”
Mirnaa: “Okay.”


Bharath masterfully recalled every incident to loosen her up.


“When things escalated too much — like the bigshot used his truck to ram Vikram’s car — 
that is when he realised I risked my life for him.
But he had a doubt. 
He doubted what was the need for me to go to that extent to save him.
We didn’t even have that deep friendship…



That is when he decided to check on me — 
he spied on me. Rishi — my friend — he blabbered that I loved you.

 Then he was astonished. Through Rishi he also got to know my sufferings.”

“He was surprised — how a person who is unsocial, with so many troubles — who hated women to the core — fell in love with you.

He thought if I am able to love you — I would have moved already and will lead a happy life in marriage if some perfect match comes.”

“At first — through Rishi — he got me some matchmakings. I made them run away…
He witnessed how I chased those women away. He thought only you made a breakthrough with respect to women.

He later realised my suspension was due to offending bigshots — and the truck ramming case almost made me risk my life. 
He was full of guilt. 
He resolved himself — he will get me back on track. 
To make me social back — make me get back in life — he thought you could be the opener.”
“A harmless friendship is what he actually thought.


But still he tried for a way without dragging you. 
That is when he met me — asked what troubled me! He offered me help. 
I declined everything — money, power, and all his matchmaking.”

“As I didn’t flinch for anything — then he decided to use you.”

“He asked me one thing: can you come and stay with me? At least — I feel Mirna needs some safety… some random men are frequently checking on my house… I could not say no. I worried about you like him. And he knew it well — the only thing I would say yes. Because he knows that I love you so much. And I said yes.”


“In his mind — he decided getting me near you I will be back to socializing.

And yes — it happened like magic.”

“He wanted to make you my good friend — 
a friend whom everything can be shared like sorrow, fear and all. 
Once I opened up and became social — he thought he would marry me to someone…”

“But my deepest trauma he never knew. Also we didn’t open up much.”

“That is when something happened — Manya came into the picture.

It was Vikram’s doing that he found her — and made her call me…

But Manya dragged me into deep depression.
It’s after that Vikram had decided to push you to me into some kind of date concept. 
The reason is simple — he complicated my feelings by unwantedly bringing in Manya.”

“That week — he asked you to console me. But when you attempted — that night you kissed me — it changed me.”

“He realised — whatever I said about trauma never worked on you. 
He realised my love was the reason why I’m comfortable with you.

After I dropped you to the hospital — he confronted me about the kiss. First I was stunned. He asked me why I was able to be emotionally invested in you and not in other women. Then I shared my trauma story — he already knew it. 

And he also knows how you are always an exception… the reason is I fell in love with you.”



We spoke men to men, we spoke a lot, he also said what all he said to you to make you come closer to me, he was a little disappointed in bed life, he thought your fear and inhibitions are making him disappointed. 


He fears to force it on you, because he deeply loves you and fears if his action may hurt you. 


Then we made a deal, the deal is we all wanted to be in an open relationship, once we found the path, I mean you shed fear inhibitions and started exploring and I overcame my trauma with help of your love. It will be a win - win. So he does have some boundaries initially like kiss hugs are the only thing, dressing relaxations, being together, watching movies. Came later. 

He decided to use the 7 days off his off to Dubai as my date time with you.

I shamelessly asked him permission to involve sexually with you just to overcome my trauma, he said no, then he said if she is willing i wont say no. But not in any other case even if I approach you..  I explained all the scenarios that happened before,    I said how your breast felt on my face accidentally and caused me some sensual thing. That day I never got anyone else's face the same with kisses.   Then those two cases  when we are kind of sexually teased , I never get manya or anyone's face. 


That is when Vikram was fine with letting me go near you , but again same stance … he said if she voluntarily wanted to help you after you open up in 1 week, i wont stop her. But if you had a chance, when she gave you one, you need to help me explore a lot in sex. 


Mirna asked did he said that 

Bharath said yes: In case you came voluntarily with me for a sex, he said to make you explore more. 

Vikram and I spoke about it. He used to share about your insecurities, inhibitions in sex and normal life. More than sex, he was feeling bad you were stuck with a normal life. He wanted you to change the lifestyle, dressing sense, upping the standard and also in bed sex life. 

So Vikram thought one week in Dubai will help us to get more private time, you will really fit into the world he expects.. 

He laid some rules about what to follow, not like I should not force you, I should not disrespect you, no record, no blackmail, no beatings.. I should treat you well if you (mirna) wanted to try it..

He stressed me again… 

If you got lucky, just try something new with her, she doesn't do a lot, 
I fear she would be hurtled.. I felt like he was disappointed in sex that you have not opened much.. 

Mirnaa suddenly felt a pain — sharp, deep.

“Mirnaa… he does tell something in sex you are not ready to do it. I was in a different mood — I didn’t catch up. What do you think made him tell me like that? I guess he said this it’s… it’s… it’s…”

Mirnaa said with shy — voice barely audible:
“Is that… ‘Anal’?”

Bharath nodded — slow.
“Yes… why he said it so?”

Mirnaa looked down — cheeks burning.
“He tried… but I fear pain and I used to stop in the middle. Maybe he said it because of it.”

Bharath leaned closer — voice gentle.

“So our deal is this — always stay respectful to you — explore as much as we can. But sex is not a deal. But when things come up like that — make sure it consents. In short — he was ready to allow us if you explore more — that you will come out of inhibitions — a way Vikram wanted — and I will come out of trauma.”

“Today — after things happened between us — I don’t want to navigate from what I initially promised with him. It’s a betrayal to friendship. So to neutralise it — I asked his hand if he could help me — by consenting me to approach you.”

“That’s what happened. He just wanted us to be happy — and ready to see you more happy.”
Bharath took a long deep breath after telling a full page of lies.

It’s already half truth — so it was easy for Mirnaa to believe.

Bharath said:
“Now the ball is in your court. We should never hide we had sex — yes I said I wanted to be secret — but the pain of betraying is more. Just pretend we are going to do after this — and he would know it. Everything will stay as it is — what you say. We will have absolute no guilt — we can part away as good friends — with no one hurt and all open.”

Mirnaa could not believe what she was listening. But it’s already done — she too don’t need to trip on guilt.


So this is the entire deal and secrets. Nothing you never know but this is how it progressed, 



Mirna was listening.. But she got lost into the thoughts.. 
She was deeply disturbed knowing Vikram had been unhappy with her sexually. 


Bharath, noticing it, asked what happened to Mirna. 
Mirna asked if Vikram was unhappy with me in bed.


Bharat calculatedly said not disappointed he kind of wanted more, but you seem to not appreciate it.



She said it when he can tell you why he can't tell me directly. 

He should have opened it to me. 
Bharath didn't answer, he just watched her
Mirna naively let out an old conversation of her and VIkram.. 
When my friend priya’s affair was first caught by me, i said it to vikram 

 He said people are like in open marriages — they may know — they may want it from others. Now I recall all… 
He even said he wanted anal sex but I didn’t let him…”

“He said he would speak about it if he wants. Now it’s true he was not satisfied with me.”

“I just thought about my pain and didn’t care to satisfy him.”

The new info from Mirnaa — coming out unintentionally — was a boost for him.

Bharath came near her and said:
“When we leave this Goa — Vikram cannot say one single complaint on you. I will train you…”

Mirnaa’s eyes widened.
“What?”

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Hi Heygiwriter,
superb story development, awsome pacing and especially a big thanks for your regular updates. A lot of erotic writers start strong but by the time they reach at a crucial point of sexual scene they somehow stop updating the story. But you have been different, you see the story through to a satisfactory end. So congratulation, and good luck to you writing the reminder of this story, which I hope shall have many ups and downs ahead. Now I would like to put down my analysis of the three main characters of this story --

Mirnaa has been a sweet beautiful innocent girl turned wife who has been protected by Vikram from the preying eyes of other men in the initial phase of her marriage. Fearing that she might judge his raw animal side, during sex Vikram has always been tender with her in bed.
But all women loves to be fucked brutally by an wild beast. Even if most women may not admit it openly, once they experience the raw, lewd, hard, relentless thrust of a throbbing, thick cock, they are likely to give in.
This Vikram failed to understand because his animal side is triggered when he can use a girl who has humiliated him (Malar, Malavika), where as for Bharat being an animal is triggered from the sense of cucking someone by fucking his wife (remember the introducing scene of Bharat fucking the wife of some random guy while the guy, bound to the chair, witnessed it.)
As for Mirnaa succumbing to the princess treatment of Bharat and to her own hidden desire for being at the receiving end of vulgar, animal lust of Bharat, neither of which she has ever had from Vikram( because he sees her as innocent and wants to keep her that way) is very natural.
She could have drawn the line and resisted Bharat much before the final sexual act, had she really been a pious wife,
after Bharat’s first deep long lip-kiss when he tried to kiss her again  
when he asked her to sleep in the same room, in the same bed, she could have asked him to sleep on the couch,
When he rubbed her boobs she just playfully slapped his hand, which is nothing but an invitation that he could indulge more
When he asked her to dress up scantily, in bikini and sarong, showing her midriff (probably her deep sexy navel) to the public etc.
But she did not resist at all, but egged Bharat on to be more and more intrusive on her bodily treasures.
Because she is not as pious, not as loyal as it appears on the surface. She has been naturally loyal to Vikram because she has never had an opportunity to be otherwise , until she met Bharat.
She has never known herself to be capable of cheating Vikram or lying to him, let alone having sex with someone, because no one has wooed her to have her intimately.
In fact, even before she had let herself be penetrated deeply by Bharat, she was already hiding stuff from Vikram, for example, she has sent selfies with Bharat to Vikram from the public places - Mall in Bangalore and Beach in Goa, but never from their private spaces (hotels).
She conveniently forgot to let him know that both in Bangalore and Goa she was staying in the same hotel room with Bharat, sleeping in the same bed with him, had Bharat’s face buried in between her soft boobs on the first night with only thin fabric of her skimpy nightmare to keep their skins separate. So no moral high grounds for her. But she is a sexy woman and she deserves all the pleasures of sex she can get from Vikram, from Bharat, perhaps even from other men around, like Aadarsh and Rishi etc.
As for Vikram, he absolutely deserves to be cheated the moment he let Bharat woo Mirnaa knowing fully well that Bharat wanted to bed her. He has used shy, apparently pious, untouched -by-others, innocent wife Mirnaa as a return favour for Bharat’s help in building his empire. I feel despite all his claver schemes and plans in building his crime empire, he has ruined his family, has compromised his one safe base, his innocent Mirnaa.
Despite being a strong man, deep down Vikram is a cuck, in his subconscious he already has visioned Mirnaa having lewd sex with Bharat, he has checked Bharat beathing, registered that Bharat’s penis is thicker than his and even pulled up seperate cctv footages of Bharat and Mirnaa’s bathing naked and placed them side by side. This clearly indicated his would have the best erection of his life when eventually he sees them from the same hidden CCTV feed room —bathing together, naked, having sex in the shower, in his marital bed, in every corner of his house, in all positions, even annals, which he himself could not convince Mirna into.

Glad you noticed all. 
but Vikram would fight back, the start of the story was it, but is that worth it? only story will tell :)
Will love can get them back on foot, after they goes to the extreme ends both can go?

A lot more to come :)

[heygiwriter]

This is you stand alone with other after the main plot has been done after conflicts is more important to end the story plot.
And you are truly amazing on this after conflicts

Intelligent fails when over confidence in game and Bharat did now. how she behaves after his many Play Store
Its getting more interesting

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 95: Bharath tightens the trap 

Bharath watched her — patient, his thumb circling the back of her hand softly.
He knew she was cracking — the half-truths had landed perfectly, turning her self-doubt into a doorway for him.


He leaned closer — voice low, intimate.

“When we leave this Goa — Vikram cannot say one single complaint to you. I will train you…”

Mirnaa’s eyes widened — breath catching.
“What?”


Bharath smiled — gentle, reassuring — but his eyes held a darker promise.

“Train you… to be the woman Vikram always wanted. 
To explore. 
To let go of the inhibitions, the fears. 
To feel free — in life, in bed. 
No pain. No force. Just… learning. 
Together. For the next 6 days.”



“I will guide you through this.”


Bharath realised an inhibition again!


He pulled her into a hug — strong, enveloping — her body stiff at first, then softening against his chest.
His lips brushed her ear as he whispered:

“Mirna… just listen to this.”

“I know you liked the sex last night.”
“I know you never had experience of this hardcore sex.”
“I know you wanted to satisfy Vikram’s needs.”
“I know you are guilty about cheating Vikram.”
“I know you don’t want the guilt to trip you forever.”
“I know you started loving me back.”
“I know you would have no issues when Vikram initiates and pushes you into all of these.”

“But the only thing that can make it all possible — without you or me or Vikram getting hurt — and all of us getting benefit — is to be in an open marriage.”

“I will get your body and love.”
“You will get both Vikram and my love.”
“You will get pleasure from both of us in sex.”
“Vikram will get unexplored new pleasure from you after I train you.”
“Vikram will also notice your change in dressing, attitude , the way he wanted — which I’m going to guide you.”


“So it’s Mirna’s Awakening.”

Mirnaa looked into his eyes — so seriously — the words sinking in, twisting her guilt into something almost… logical. 

Almost exciting.

He didn’t wait — he pulled her into a kiss. 
Deep. Possessive. 
He sealed her lips for 5 full minutes — tongue slow, deliberate — confusing her further, drowning the last threads of resistance in heat and confusion.

The hesitations gone now — the hesitation that built hours back when she saw the messages, minutes back when she didn’t hold his hand but lightly allowed him — all melted under his mouth.

Mirna still had confused eyes — but softer, hazier.
Bharath decided to utilize the moment.
He whispered in her ear — breath hot:

“Just follow my lead.

Now in a few minutes — let me call Vikram. 
Let him know I’m going to approach you sexually.
So he will be mentally prepared.

When we reach Chennai — he will know we had sex.
Don’t think too much — this is best for all.”


He waited for a main and then said.. but its not easy to make it seamless. 
We want to make it like he was pushing us... so that he wont have an issue with our affair later.

I will make sure tat happen seamlessly now in the call


Let me explain you 

The phone call is tricky.
Don’t exhibit like you are interested in it. 
Pin a blame on me. Like I’m spouting some nonsense. 
Tell him I’m joking something awkward. 
Tell him you wanted to go back to Chennai and ask him to speak to me about getting her back
Vikram will guide you from there. 

Don’t give him confidence that you will succumb to my need. Tell him you will think about it — perfect natural.”

“So when he got to know about our sex — he won’t feel bad about you. He will think:

You did it because he pushed.
You did it because of him.
You did it because of sexual exploration he needs.
So that he won’t blame you — and naturally never will have an issue about it.”


“I know this is a lie — but this is the best working one for all of us.

You don’t need to worry about the next moment in Goa. 
We will sail through this week happily — more sex — no worries.”

She didn’t nod her head — but her eyes said it — she might buy the idea.

Bharath signaled Mirnaa to wait there.

He took a few steps away — heart steady — and dialed Vikram.




Vikram picked up on the second ring — voice tense.

“Bharath — did your men come? All good? Shall I move out from here?”

Bharath — calm, almost apologetic:
“No… I’m sorry to say this — you need to first console Mirnaa. Also convince a little. I messed up.”


Vikram: “What happened? What did you do to Mirnaa?”

Bharath: “Nothing happened and I didn’t do anything. 
I casually said about my trauma issue — then asked if she can help me. She got furious.”

Vikram: “Which wife in the world will accept your nonsense?”


Bharath: “Let this be a nonsense. Just do something… She is standing here a few yards away… I don’t know what you will do. Remember — if she gets furious and tries to go away from here — Aadharsh’s men can spot her.”


“I agree I messed up.
Do something — calm her and make her stay here.”



Vikram: “Shit, Bharath — why are you making things tough for me when I need to safely get out of here?”

Bharath: “Just calm her. We will speak about you safely coming out later. Mirna's safety is important for me...


I will call back in 5 minutes. Prepare something. Console her Convince her.  Once she calmed down — I will ask my men to make a move.”


Vikram sensed like he was kind of perfectly got into a trap — trap of pushing Mirnaa more.

Mirna's safety in hands of Bharath, he knows Aadahrsh is looking out for her. 
Him coming out of the hide out and reaching Dubai is also in hands of Bharath. 
A trap he didn't see came

Initially when he planned to speak with her — he thought of passing a hint.

But things now made it harder — but with 5 minutes time between the call — 
he decided to think something and try his way to alarm her — yet go in a way Bharath wanted.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 96 - Mirna hears from Vikram!


Vikram stared at the phone — knuckles white.
5 minutes… he’s giving me 5 minutes to decide how to make me give my wife and push her?!.

His mind raced. Bharath was playing him — perfectly.
He already dating her, they were in few clothes, tooo many kisses and hugs...
Now he was forcing Vikram to endorse it — on speaker — so Mirnaa would hear “consent” from Vikram’s own mouth.

If Vikram refused — Aadharsh’s men could grab her.
If he agreed — she has chances of getting fuked by Bharath..

Getting fucked is better than she gets into hand of Aadharsh, a mad man who did'nt even have any little mercy for his own father. 

He punched the wall again — pain shooting through his hand.
She won’t do it. She’s not like that. She’ll say no… right?

And Bharath was with her — alone — for 6 more days.
He just decided to trust Mirnaa.. he wanted to believe that way.. 



Goa – Beachfront Villa – Moments Later


Bharath finished whispering in her ear — finished letting something in her ears.

He said — low, commanding: “Just go this way…”
She smiled small — assuring she will.


Bharath called Vikram — put on speaker.
Vikram picked up — voice strained.

“Hey Bharath…”

Mirnaa — voice soft: “Bharath — it’s me…”

Vikram suddenly felt emotional — voice cracking:
“Mirnaaa… all good there? Love you and miss you badly… things are hard for me here… hope you are good there.”

Mirnaa: “Things are hard? What’s the issue Vikram… what’s happening there?”

Vikram: “I mean… work is too hectic… I thought at least you are worriless and free there…”

Mirnaa: “I’m sorry…” (she slipped out as guilt building in)


Both the lovers unintentionally leaving out their issues almost slipped but still tight lipped (He hided about his issue with aadahrsh and other things, that is why he got emotional and said things are hard for him hope she good there. and Mirnaa to her Im Sorry is an apology from her for cheating him) Now both  got little free after these words slips but both knows nothing about their partners suffering 


Bharath looking at their emotional exchance mild intervened — smooth:
“Vikram — I’m here too… it’s on speaker…”

Vikram realised — then said:
“Bharath called me and said you are upset and misunderstood things…”

Mirnaa: “Vikram … maybe I should go back to Chennai…”

Vikram shocked — Chennai? Now when Aadharsh sending people to find her… no absolute danger — he said to himself in mind.
Vikram: “No Mirna… No you should not…”

Mirnaa: “Why?”
Vikram: “I mean… I mean leave it — why do you want to return Chennai.”


Mirnaa: “Bharath from the morning little weird — he shared his story — I felt bad for him but he suddenly asked me if he can help in…”
Vikram: “What story?”


Bharath intervened: “Vikram — the trauma of me having Manya’s face when try to have sex with any one…”

Mirnaa continued: “See this is how… he is… I’m not sure if he is joking or I don’t know… he was good till last day… suddenly…”

Bharath smiled like you are acting good to Mirnaa — she bit her lip and had a wicked smile. Bharath realised Mirna is no more innocent or naive — she badly in for the sex… his arm possessively hugged her waist.


Vikram unaware continued: “Mirna… the day I asked you to date him — I said and set some rules for him and for you. Firstly you need not worry about him — he is a genuine friend. If you say no — he won’t touch you. He won’t touch you without consent. He just asked you his hand on helping him come out of his trauma — but thing is it requires sexual intercourse. Mirna let me tell you — only if you consent and wish you continue. Else it not at all necessary…”


Mirnaa — started in a hesitated tone: “And… and… Bharath was telling me you seemed disappointed with me in bed with just normal sex… nothing more exciting? How do you all discuss this with him? Not me…”

Bharath intervened: 
“Mirna — it’s a man to man chat… like how you girls speak out to each other…”

He continued to Vikram:
“Vikram — she felt I’m hiding something from you and you are not okay with it. She thinks I may say some lie. Tell her…”

Vikram got hint what Bharath wanted:
He said: “Mirna — no… Bharath did inform me — he hid nothing from me. Yea it’s a man to man talk — but definitely I’m not disappointed. We just spoke how it can be better… whatever it is — it’s all about your wish and consent. Don’t do it even if I push you — got it… but don’t leave from the place — just for this, just enjoy your day there. if there is a disagreement both of you speak and fix it there.. .”

Bharath signaled Mirnaa — she said: “Okay Vikram… I felt little odd. I thought he spouting nonsense when you are away… I’m relaxed knowing how thing its… I got it clear… I will think about it…”


Vikram: “Good.”

Mirnaa: “Had your lunch?”
Vikram: “Not yet…”

Bharath: “Vikram — I heard you are awaiting some men to pick up right — maybe we cut the call… so that you can work on it.”


Vikram realised… he said: “Okay — take care Mirna. Remember what I’m okay only if you consent — not other way…”
Mirnaa: “I will think about it. I don’t know how you are this close as friends. Exchanging this talks...”

Bharath laughs — Vikram faked a laugh.
He said: “Goodbye baby — be safe and take care.”


After the phone call cuts — Bharath carried her suddenly in his arms.


Mirnaa flushed:
“Bharath — there are few people around.”

Bharath:
“I don’t care. Let’s discuss rest in the room…”

Mirnaa said: “No… let’s slow down…”

Bharath saw the hidden fire in her eyes… he dropped her down.

She said: “Let’s play sometime here… whatever you and Vikram wanted — let that take slow. Perfect darling Vikram said.”


He excused her for a moment and spoke with Aadharsh — 
he shared a location straight opposite to where Vikram and Krish hide — 
he asked to send all men to that location…

Then he alerted Vikram that his men will reach anytime — all of them are deviated.

He said:
“Don’t call me and disturb — I will pursue her for real… she may not agree to now — but I will keep trying.”


Vikram hearing this thought — it’s tough to break Mirnaa — he believed she won’t succumb…

He doesn’t know she already plans heavy for the night with Bharath.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 97 –  Krish and Vikram Escpaed, While Mirna started opening up! 

Goa – Private Beach – Afternoon

The private beach stretched empty before them — no footprints, no voices, only the endless roll of waves and the cry of distant seabirds. Bharath had chosen this stretch deliberately — no man’s land, no eyes, no interruptions. The sun hung low, painting the sand gold and the sea molten.
Mirnaa laughed — a sound she hadn’t made in days — as Bharath chased her into the shallow surf. She ran barefoot, skirt hiked up, water splashing her calves. He caught her waist from behind — lifted her — spun her once — then dropped them both into the next wave.


They rolled together in the foam — salt on their lips, sand clinging to skin. She came up gasping, hair plastered to her face, eyes bright. He pulled her close — water streaming between them — and kissed her hard. Wild. Hungry. Tongues clashing like the waves around them.


He broke away just enough to murmur against her mouth:
“You thief…”

Mirnaa blinked — breathless, smiling.
“What?”

“You had this thought hidden.” His hand slid down her back — possessive — fingers digging lightly into wet fabric. 
“You wanted pleasure right… my roughness on you…”


Mirnaa’s cheeks flushed
but she didn’t look away this time. 
She finally opened — voice soft, almost shy:

“I don’t know… but that day when you tore my bra… 
I found it new. 
It was too aggressive. 
I hate to admit… I liked your aggression.”

Bharath’s eyes darkened — satisfaction curling in his smile.

“That’s called hardcore. Rough.”

“Oh… is it?” she asked — half teasing, half curious.

He leaned in — lips brushing her ear, voice a low growl:

“Tonight… let’s discuss this more.”

He kissed her again — deeper — hands roaming freely now, one cupping her ass, the other sliding under her top to trace the curve of her breast. She moaned into his mouth — soft, needy — body arching into him.

They stayed like that — locked together in the surf — until the sun dipped lower and the water turned cool.

Noida – Escape Route – Evening

Vikram and Krish slipped out of the hideout under cover of dusk. 
Bharath’s men had already retrieved the signed papers from the hotel — Aadharsh’s crew distracted by the fake lead Bharath had fed them.

Bharath had also gave a fake lead for Aadharsh on Mirnaa, he said his men got beaten by vikram and krish men in the caliclut. 


A nondescript container truck waited at a deserted petrol station 3 km away. 
The driver — one of Bharath’s trusted men — said we will get you back in morning. Aaadharsh men are everywhere be careful. 
as Vikram and Krish climbed into the hidden compartment.

The door slammed shut.
Darkness swallowed them.

Vikram leaned back against the cold metal — heart pounding.
She’s safe with Bharath… for now.

But the WhatsApp messages replayed in his head — Bharath’s casual “one week stand” request — Vikram’s forced “if she consents” reply.
He had bought her safety… at what cost? No She wont succumb to his needs he said to himself.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Night

The room was pitch dark — only the faint glow of moonlight through the balcony curtains.
Sound of kisses filled the space — wet, hungry, punctuated by soft moans.

Footsteps — bare feet on wood.
The lights flicked on.

Mirnaa blinked — stunned — still flushed from the beach kisses.
“Why… why did you turn on the light?”

Bharath came to the bed — slow, deliberate — his hand tracking her face, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.

“I want to see you. See you fully naked. Not in dark. Not like last time — something we did in urgent. I want to taste you inch by inch.”

His hand traced the bra strap beneath her top — slow, teasing.

“Tonight… let’s talk. Let’s talk about sex. Let’s discuss before we begin.”

Mirnaa smiled — small, nervous, but real.
“Okay…”

Bharath’s voice dropped — commanding, tender:
“Say it with love.”

She swallowed — eyes locked on his.
“Okay… my love.”

[heygiwriter]

Nice story... Bro... But you are going in jet speed... please make some slow.. I think..

Bro, its 97th Chapter ! You call it jet speed, is that a sarcasm?

[heygiwriter]

WOW FANTASTIC UPDATE! CANT WAIT FOR MIRNA AND BHARATH RAISING UP THE HEAT

Yup Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 98 – The Training Begins - Dominant Bharath and Submissive Mirna


Goa

Bharath looked at Mirnaa.

The beauty he wanted to conquer was right before him.
He didn’t want to trick her further. He didn’t want to lie anymore.
She was ready — right before him — to surrender herself completely.
He had made the so-called powerful Vikram himself push her into his arms.

And she had already cheated on him — with me.

Poor girl… she bought everything. She thinks I’m in love with her.

He could not contain his happiness — but he calmed down. 
His intent was clear: to enjoy the innocence of exploring the beauty of sex with her… slowly, brutally, fully.

He sat with his back against the headboard — legs spread — and pulled Mirnaa into his arms. 
His hands rested possessively on her shoulders, thumbs brushing the soft skin at the base of her neck.

He began — voice low, commanding, but laced with a dangerous tenderness:
“Mirna… I don’t care what rules you and Vikram had set.
But in bed — only I dictate the rules.

I know you have fears. You have fear of pain.
But you need to trust me fully. You need to surrender to me fully.
You should not call me Bharath. You should call me my love… darling…

I’m your husband here — not Vikram. You got it?”
Mirnaa looked at him — eyes wide — and nodded slowly.

“I know you just did regular sex with Vikram. You hadn’t had anything new, right?”
Mirnaa nodded — cheeks flushing.

“I’m your master here. You are my student… sometimes a slave who just follows directions.
Shall I start the class? The discussion?”

Mirnaa — voice soft:
“Okay…”

Bharath looked at her pointedly.
She realised — and corrected herself:
“Okay… my love.”

“Good girl,” Bharath said — a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face.

“Sex is a fantastic feeling. Many don’t live it fully. 
People often confuse everything, Mirnaa — between acts, positions, and relationship dynamics.
Let me teach you — and start from there.”

He paused — letting the words sink in.
“First — there are sexual acts. Then there are sexual positions. Then there is relationship dynamics.”
Mirnaa looked confused.

Bharath smiled — patient.
“Sexual acts have three categories: Penetration, Oral, Manual.

What we did last night is penetration — vaginal penetration. There is one more — anal penetration. Which you know.”

“For Oral — it’s when we use our mouth to satisfy the other partner. Like you suck my cock… or I lick your vagina.”

“Manual — instead of mouth, we use fingers. Like I finger you… and you give me a handjob. Sometimes couples do it simultaneously.”

“So — in the above three — what all have you done?”

Mirnaa was shy — cheeks burning.
He pressed her breast gently — voice firm:
“Tell me soon.”

She swallowed — voice barely audible:
“Of course… both penetration… but anal not fully.”

Bharath:
“Oral?”

She shook her head:
“No… Vikram once tried. I felt salty… I said no.”

Bharath — mock pity:
“Poor Vikram.”

She looked up — worried:
“Will he be disappointed?”

Bharath:
“He must have loved you the most. How in the world a man doesn’t get a blowjob?”

“Did he lick you… on your vagina?”
Mirnaa:
“Yes… sometimes.”

Bharath:
“What about manual?”
Mirnaa — even shyer:
“Yes… we have done. I mean… I do in my hand — not to disappoint him. If he cannot have it in my mouth…”

“Did he finger you?”
Mirnaa:
“He tried… but I felt tingling feeling… so I used to avoid. Instead I will ask him to come inside me.”

Bharath — in his mind: Poor Vikram… my lies are becoming true. She made him miserable.

He said aloud:
“Now I realise why he wanted you to open.”

“If you didn’t satisfy him with all these — there are sexual positions like 69, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spooning… and lot more.”
Mirnaa:
“What are all this?”

Bharath smiled:
“I will explain you.”

“Did you guys do like what I did last night?”
Mirnaa:
“No…”

Bharath:
“That’s spooning… side-by-side position.”

“Mirnaa… it’s really long way to go. 
Only after introducing it — I can teach you on relationship dynamics. 
But I fear we may need more time. Goa time may not be enough.”
Mirnaa smiled — soft, trusting:
“Time duration… I will leave it up to you…”

Mirnaa asked:
“What are you starting with?”

Bharath — voice firm:
“You have no rights to question. Just follow what I tell you.”

“Let’s start slow. First — let’s explore our body. Remove my shirt and my inners.”
Mirnaa looked at him.

“Do it, baby.”

She rose from her place — unbuttoned him. When the first button was done —
He asked:

“What are you doing?”

She said:
“I’m unbuttoning.”

He said:
“No. Kiss my chest whenever a button is unbuttoned. The exposing area — kiss it.”
Mirnaa’s cheeks blushed.
Every button she undid — she kissed the exposed area of his chest.

He said:
“Good girl.”

“Now — remove my inner.”
Her hands trembled.

He guided her hand to his V-cut brief boxer. She pulled it down — his thick, big cock danced and popped into her hand. He was fully nude.
She looked at him.

“Kiss it,” he said.

She bent her head — kissed it.
“Hold with your hand.”

She did — face blushing, turning pink.

She was already sitting on her knees between his legs.

He said:
“Every night when I come — you need to consider this as rituals. Got it?”

She shook her head — yes.
“Look at my penis — the state because of you. It rode you last night. It needs you every night.”
She still blushed.

Bharath said:

“Now it’s my turn. Come closer.”

Mirnaa moved her knees forward — closer to him.


Bharath’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as he stared down at her — sprawled beneath him, chest heaving, skin flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from the earlier pounding. The room was thick with their mingled scent: salt from the beach still clinging to their hair, the sharp musk of arousal, the faint metallic tang of exertion.


He leaned in close — lips brushing the shell of her ear — voice a low, gravelly rasp:

“You liked my roughness right?”

Before she could answer, his hands shot to the hem of her thin top. Fingers curled under the fabric — knuckles grazing the soft undercurve of her breasts — and he ripped upward in one violent, decisive motion. The cotton tore with a sharp, satisfying sound — threads snapping — exposing her bra-clad chest to the humid air.

Mirnaa gasped — eyes flying wide — stunned into stillness. The torn top hung in ragged strips from her shoulders like battle flags. Her breasts strained against the black lace bra — nipples already peaked and visible through the thin material, begging for attention.


Bharath didn’t pause. He yanked her forward by the ruined fabric — pulling her upright — until she collided against his bare chest with a soft thud. Her breasts crushed against him — lace scbanging his skin — heat pouring between them.

His hands moved behind her back with practiced cruelty. Fingers found the clasp — pinched — twisted — and the bra snapped open in an instant. The straps slid down her arms like surrender. Her heavy breasts spilled free — bouncing once — twice — full and soft and impossibly round, nipples dark and stiff in the cool air.

He didn’t give her time to breathe.

Both hands claimed her at once — palms rough, fingers splayed wide — cupping the undersides and lifting them like offerings. Thumbs dragged hard across her nipples — once, twice — before he pinched them between forefinger and thumb. Hard. Twisting just enough to make her back bow.

“Aaahhhh…!”

The sound tore from her throat — half pain, half plea — high and shattered.

Bharath growled low in his throat — primal — and pulled her higher. He buried his face between her breasts — inhaling the warm, sweet scent of her skin — then latched onto one swollen nipple with his mouth. Teeth grazed the sensitive peak — then bit down — not breaking skin, but firm enough to sting.

He circled each nipple with his tounge and gave a bite and took each breast into his mouth .

He sucked hard — tongue lashing the bud — drawing it deep — trying to devour as much of her as he could fit.


Her hands flew to his hair — fingers tangling — pulling — unsure if she wanted to push him away or drag him closer.

He switched — mouth moving to the other breast — same ruthless attention — biting, sucking, tongue swirling until both nipples were swollen, red, glistening with his spit. 

He pressed them together — creating deep cleavage — and dragged his tongue through the valley — slow, wet, possessive — tasting the salt of her skin.

After long minutes of relentless play — kneading, crushing, rolling her nipples until she was whimpering continuously — he lifted his head just enough to speak against her flushed sternum:

“As I said in flight… your breasts… my goodness… so big.”

His voice was thick with lust — almost reverent.
“Look how lucky your ex-husband is, bastard.”

Mirnaa’s face flamed — eyes glassy — caught between humiliation and a dark, blooming arousal at the word ex-husband. Her lips parted — breath shallow — but no protest came.

Bharath’s smile was slow — predatory.

He lowered his head again — took one nipple back between his teeth — tugged gently — then harder — watching her arch, watching her body betray her every time he pushed the edge of pain into pleasure.

The air between them crackled — thick with heat, salt, and the unspoken promise of more.

He hadn’t even entered her again yet — and she was already trembling on the brink.


Mirnaa flushed:
“Ex-husband?”

Bharath:
“I’m your husband here.”
“Tell me — who am I?”

Mirnaa:
“My husband.”

Bharath:
“That’s how it should be.”

Bharath’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties — fingers brushing the soft curls before finding her slick, swollen entrance. He teased her slowly at first — the pad of his middle finger circling her clit once, twice — light, maddening pressure that made her hips jerk upward in helpless need.



Her body trembled immediately — thighs quivering, breath hitching in sharp little gasps. She tried to close her legs instinctively, but he wedged his knee between them — keeping her open.


“No… Bharath…” Her voice was small, pleading — half protest, half prayer.
Bharath’s eyes darkened — voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble:

“There is no ‘no’ from you.”


He leaned down — lips brushing her ear — hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

“You need to endure it. And act like what your husband wants.”


His free hand fisted in her hair — yanked her head back sharply — exposing the long line of her throat. She whimpered — back arching — breasts thrusting upward as the sting bloomed into heat.

At the same moment — two fingers plunged inside her without warning.

Her body jolted — inner walls fluttering around the sudden intrusion — a wet, obscene sound filling the room as he curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside. She cried out — high and broken — hips bucking against his hand even as tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

He didn’t stop.

He pumped his fingers faster — thick, relentless — the heel of his palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. Her juices coated his hand — dripping down his wrist — the slick sounds growing louder, filthier.


Mirnaa’s moans turned frantic — body shaking uncontrollably — breasts bouncing wildly with each jerk of his wrist. Her nipples were dark, swollen peaks — begging for attention — but he ignored them, focused only on the wet heat between her legs.

He released her hair — let her head fall back to the pillow — then yanked her panties down in one rough motion. The fabric tore slightly at the seam — he didn’t care. He shoved her thighs apart — pushed her flat on her back — and knelt between them.

“You never allowed him fingering, right?” His voice was thick with satisfaction. “That is where I’m going to start.”

He plunged three fingers back inside her this time — stretching her wider — thumb circling her clit in tight, ruthless spirals. Her hips lifted off the bed — chasing the pressure — chasing the burn — chasing the unbearable pleasure-pain that was quickly unraveling her.

Her body shakes, her breast bounces when he fingers

Her moans turned into sobs — body trembling on the edge — inner walls clamping down around his fingers like she was trying to keep him inside forever.

“Bharath… no… no… please… please… insert yours… please… I need you…”

He slowed — fingers curling lazily inside her — watching her writhe.

“No,” he said — voice calm, cruel. “I won’t. Until you promise me.”

Mirnaa’s head thrashed — tears slipping down her temples — hips grinding desperately against his hand.
“What… promise?”

Bharath leaned down — lips brushing hers — fingers still buried deep, still moving just enough to torment.
“Promise me you will always love me.”

“Always have sex with me — even if Vikram is around.”

She sobbed — body shaking — so close — so desperate —
“I promise…” she gasped — voice wrecked. “I promise…”

He smiled — dark, triumphant.

“You want me to have a rough one… or softer one?”

Mirnaa’s eyes fluttered — tears clinging to lashes — body trembling on the precipice.

“Rough…” she begged — voice cracking. “Rough… please…”
“Here we go, baby.”


Bharath positioned himself between her legs — spread her thighs wider with firm hands, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh until faint red imprints bloomed like ownership marks. 

He teased the thick head of his cock along her slick entrance — once, twice — letting her feel the blunt, heavy pressure without mercy, watching her hips lift instinctively, chasing the stretch she both feared and craved.


“I’m going to enter,” he said, voice low and final. “I won’t be soft this time.”

Mirnaa’s breath hitched — eyes wide, pupils blown dark with arousal and nerves. Her hands clutched the sheets — knuckles white — body already trembling from the earlier fingering.

One deep, unyielding push — he sank to the root in a single stroke.
She cried out sharply:

“Ahhhhh… Bharath… slow… please…”

The stretch burned — sudden, overwhelming — her walls fluttering desperately around the thick invasion, trying to adjust to his size. Pain flared bright at the entrance, sharp and hot, radiating inward. She tried to twist away — thighs quivering — but he pinned her hips with his weight, keeping her open, keeping her full.


“You wanted it hard, right, baby?” he growled against her ear — breath hot, voice rough with restraint.

She whimpered — “Yes… but… it hurts a little…”


He kissed her roughly — swallowing the protest — tongue claiming her mouth as his hips snapped forward again — hard — bottoming out with a wet, obscene slap. Every withdrawal dragged along her sensitive front wall; every re-entry forced a gasp from her throat — pain blooming into something hotter, fuller, deeper.


Missionary — raw and deep. 



He pinned her wrists above her head with one large hand, fingers locked around both of her slim forearms like manacles — the other braced beside her ear, caging her completely beneath his weight.

 Every thrust drove the air from her lungs in sharp, staccato gasps. Skin slapped skin — loud, wet, rhythmic — the obscene sound echoing off the villa walls, mingling with the distant crash of waves. Her full breasts bounced helplessly with each impact, nipples stiff and dark, grazing the hard planes of his chest again and again — the friction sending white-hot sparks racing through her overstimulated nerves.



She tried to twist — hips wriggling sideways to ease the relentless pressure against her cervix — but he simply shifted his weight, hips pinning hers flat to the mattress, forcing her to take every punishing inch exactly as he gave it. His cock ground deep — thick and unyielding — dragging along her front wall on the outstroke, slamming home on the instroke until she felt him in her throat.

“Feel it,” he ordered — voice thick with lust, gravel-rough against her ear. “Every fucking inch. This is how you take your husband.”


Her legs — trembling, slick with sweat — wrapped instinctively around his waist. Heels dug into the small of his back — nails scoring red lines down his shoulders — pulling him deeper even as fresh tears pricked the corners of her eyes. The initial burn had been sharp, almost too much — her body protesting the sudden, brutal fullness — but now pain throbbed bright and hot before melting, over and over, into something darker, liquid, addictive. Each deep grind against her cervix sent a jolt of mingled ache and pleasure spiraling up her spine.


She moaned — broken, needy — the sound rising higher with every thrust. Her hips began to rise — tentative at first — then desperate — chasing the ache, chasing the fullness, chasing the way he filled every empty space inside her until she couldn’t tell where the hurt ended and the hunger began.




Minutes stretched into an endless haze — sweat slicked their bodies, dripping from his brow onto her collarbone, pooling in the valley between her bouncing breasts. Her cries turned rhythmic, desperate — half-sobs, half-pleas — “Bharath… too much… please…” — even as her pussy clenched greedily around him, betraying every word.
He didn’t slow.
He didn’t soften.

Instead — when her moans became a continuous, shattered wail — Bharath hooked his arms under her knees. With a low growl he lifted her legs high and wide — folding her almost in half beneath him — ankles framing her own flushed face. The butterfly position tilted her pelvis upward — exposing her completely — letting him sink impossibly deeper with every brutal stroke.

Her eyes rolled back — mouth falling open in a silent scream — nails clawing uselessly at his biceps as the new angle drove the head of his cock directly against her cervix with punishing precision. Pain flared white-hot — then burst into blinding pleasure — her body shaking violently beneath him.

“Bharath… too deep… slow… please…”

He fucked her harder — watching her face contort, tears slipping down her temples into her hair — her breasts jiggling wildly with each slam — nipples so hard they ached. Her pussy fluttered and clenched — dripping down onto the sheets — the wet slap of their bodies growing louder, filthier.

“You’re taking it so well,” he growled — eyes locked on where they joined — watching his thick shaft disappear inside her over and over, glistening with her arousal. “Look how wet you are… your pussy fucking loves the pain.”

She sobbed — voice cracking — “It hurts… but… don’t stop… don’t stop…”
He didn’t.

The room filled with her broken cries — skin slapping — bed creaking — waves crashing outside — indifferent to the way he was breaking her open, reshaping her, claiming every trembling inch of her body as his.

And still — he kept going.

Next — he pulled out abruptly — cock glistening with her arousal — flipped her onto her side — hooked one of her legs over his shoulder — entered her sideways.


“Sideways,” he said — voice thick. “Feel how it drags inside you.”

The angle changed again — cock stroking her front wall with every thrust — hitting her G-spot mercilessly. Her moans turned high and frantic — body trembling — another orgasm building fast, unstoppable.

“Bharath… I’m… I’m going to…”

“Come,” he commanded — hand wrapping around her throat — not choking — just holding — possessive. “Come on my cock.”

She shattered — walls pulsing violently — gushing around him — crying his name. Tears streamed freely now — pain and pleasure so intertwined she couldn’t separate them.

He kept going — slower now — letting her ride the aftershocks — then faster again — pushing her through a second, weaker climax that left her limp and shaking.

he stopped looking at her surrendered face.. he left her alone for few minutes checked his phone and switched off it
he also grabbed mirnas mobile and turned it off. 
he had not reached high yet, he smild at her just fw more minutes
he came to bed gain 

He dragged her like a ragdoll — hand fisted in her hair — pulled her up onto all fours — then pushed her chest down to the mattress — ass high.


“Face-down ass-up,” he said — voice thick. “Missionary variation. Vaginal entry from back Take it.”

He slammed back in — one hand pressing her head into the pillow — other gripping her hip — pounding with animalistic force. The bedframe banged against the wall. Her muffled screams vibrated through the fabric.


She pushed back — meeting every thrust — body slick with sweat — begging incoherently:
“More… please… don’t stop… own me…”

He crashed harder — hips pistoning — cock swelling — until he came with a guttural groan — flooding her again — hot, deep pulses that made her shudder through one final, shattered orgasm.

They collapsed — his body heavy on hers — cock still buried deep — twitching with aftershocks.
Breaths ragged. Skin slick. The room smelled of sex and salt and complete surrender.

He kissed the back of her neck — voice rough, satisfied:
“Good girl… you took it all. I love you”

Mirnaa — voice wrecked, barely audible:
“Love you too my husband…”


After the final shuddering climax, the room fell into a heavy, humid silence — broken only by their ragged breathing and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves outside. Bharath stayed buried deep inside her for long moments — softening slowly, but never pulling out completely. His weight pressed her into the mattress — possessive, grounding — while her body trembled with aftershocks, thighs slick, core still fluttering around him.

Mirnaa lay beneath him, dazed, skin flushed and glistening. 

The intensity had left her raw — every nerve singing, every muscle loose and quivering. After a few minutes, she shifted uncomfortably — the fullness inside her starting to feel too much, too constant. A soft, uneasy whimper escaped her lips.

She turned her back to him — curling slightly onto her side — knees drawing up, trying to ease the tender ache between her legs.

Bharath felt the shift immediately. He didn’t protest — simply withdrew slowly, carefully — letting her feel the drag of every inch as he slipped free. A small gush of their combined release followed — warm, thick — trickling down her inner thigh. He gave her space — rolling onto his back beside her — one arm resting behind his head, the other lying open in quiet invitation.

Mirnaa exhaled shakily — body still humming — then rolled onto her back again, legs parting slightly as if unsure what to do with themselves. The cool air kissed her overheated skin, making her shiver.

Bharath turned toward her — eyes dark, possessive — and moved over her once more. Not to enter — not yet — but to claim her mouth in a slow, deep good-night kiss. 

His lips sealed over hers — gentle at first — then deeper — tongue stroking lazily, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her surrender.

She kissed back — soft, tired — until her eyes fluttered open and she froze.

His cock — thick, heavy, already hardening again — pressed insistently against her inner thigh.

Mirnaa’s breath caught — panic flickering in her wide eyes.

“Are you… human… or animal?” she whispered — half in disbelief, half in exhausted awe.

Bharath chuckled low against her lips — the sound vibrating through her chest.

“Consider me your animal,” he murmured — voice rough with renewed hunger.

Before she could protest, he shifted — aligned himself — and pushed back inside her in one slow, deliberate slide.

Her walls — still swollen, still sensitive — stretched around him again. She gasped — fingers digging into his shoulders — body instinctively arching to take him deeper even as a small whimper escaped.

They both smiled — tired, sated, conspiratorial — faces inches apart.

He settled fully inside her — hips flush to hers — cock buried to the hilt — hot and thick and unyielding.

He realized her uneasiness quickly..

“No,” he whispered — brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead. “I’m just going to sleep like this.”

Mirnaa’s eyes fluttered — heavy with exhaustion — but a small, dazed smile curved her lips.

Her vagina was full — hot semen from earlier still leaking around him, mixing with fresh arousal — his dick deep inside, pulsing faintly with every heartbeat.

In half-sleep — voices soft, slurred with fatigue — they murmured.
Bharath — lips against her temple:

“Tomorrow morning… oral session. I will train you deep.”

Mirnaa — barely audible, already drifting:
“Okay… my love…”

He kissed her once more — slow, lingering — then let his head rest beside hers.
The clock glowed 2:30 AM.

They slept tangled, joined, claimed — the sea whispering outside, indifferent to the total surrender that had just taken place.

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Chapter 99 –  Swathi's phone call


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Noon

The room was bathed in soft, golden midday light filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air was thick — heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and salt from the open balcony. The sheets were a tangled mess — damp in places, twisted around their legs — evidence of a night that had stretched far beyond reason.
Mirnaa and Bharath slept deeply — exhausted, oversexed, bodies still entwined.
She lay on her side — face tucked against his chest — one leg dbangd over his hip, his softening cock still nestled inside her from the final sleepy thrust hours earlier. Semen had leaked slowly throughout the night — a sticky warmth between her thighs — marking her, claiming her even in sleep.
Bharath’s arm curled possessively around her waist — hand resting on the small of her back — thumb occasionally brushing her spine in unconscious rhythm.
They had barely moved since collapsing at 2 AM.
No alarm.
No guilt.
Just the heavy, sated sleep of two bodies pushed to their absolute limit.
The clock on the wall read 12:07 PM when Mirnaa finally stirred — a soft, tired whimper escaping her lips as she shifted. Every muscle ached — thighs sore, core tender, breasts sensitive from hours of rough attention. She felt him still inside her — thick, warm — and a fresh flush crept up her neck.
Bharath’s eyes cracked open — dark, satisfied — and he tightened his arm around her.
“Morning, my love,” he murmured — voice rough from sleep and sex.
She smiled — small, shy, still dazed.
“Afternoon… I think.”
He chuckled — low — hips rolling once, lazily, reminding her he was still buried deep.
“Six days left,” he whispered against her temple. “And I’m not done training you.”
Mirnaa shivered — half from his words, half from the slow drag of him inside her — and buried her face in his neck.


Dubai – En Route (Flashback to Earlier Morning)

Vikram sat in the dim cabin of the chartered flight — Delhi to Dubai — window shade down, eyes fixed on nothing. The engines hummed steadily, but his mind was louder.
His mind reeled back to 4 AM that morning…
He had tried calling Mirnaa three times since 4 AM — straight to voicemail. Phone switched off.
He tried Bharath next — same result.
A cold knot twisted in his gut.
They’re fine. They’re safe. Bharath promised…
But the WhatsApp thread burned behind his eyes — his own typed words:
If she is willing… no force… no tricks…
He had said it on speaker.
Mirnaa had heard it.
And now — silence.
Krish sat across from him — phone in hand — face grim but calmer. At 4:30 AM, Swathi had called — voice sharp, worried.
“What happened?” she’d demanded. “Why are you two sneaking out like thieves?”
Krish had explained — the ambush, the deal, Aadharsh’s men, the hideout, Bharath’s help.
Swathi had gone quiet for a long moment.
Then — softly:
“Give the phone to Vikram.”
Krish had passed it over.
Swathi’s voice came through — warm but edged:
“Vikram… ever since we met, either you’re shedding blood for me or my husband. Worst of it all, still we don't even share a day together to speak..When men want my attention, you keep on avoiding me.. 


 I heard you’re not a normal person — a shadow kind of don? I couldn’t control my laugh.”
A small, tired chuckle.
“Whatever this time — make sure you stay here for at least a week. I want to speak with you , hang out with you.. After your deals — Krish will go out for work to take care of his business. Let’s spend time together. And you need to see my kid. If not for you… I couldn’t have…”
Vikram had swallowed hard — throat tight.
“I’ll be there.”
The call ended.
Now — on the flight — Krish looked at him.
“She’s right. Stay. Rest. Let Bharath handle Mirnaa. She’s safe with him.”
Vikram nodded — but the knot in his stomach only tightened.
He stared out the window at the clouds sliding past.
Nothing would have happened… right?
He believed it.
He had to.


Goa – Villa – Afternoon
Mirnaa stretched lazily — body protesting every movement — and curled tighter against Bharath’s chest.
He kissed her forehead — slow, lingering.
“Rest,” he murmured. “You’ll need your energy.”
She smiled — sleepy, trusting.
“For what, my love?”
He didn’t answer — just rolled his hips once — still inside her — reminding her.
She gasped softly — then laughed — tired, happy, surrendered.
The six days stretched ahead — endless, dark, delicious.

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Chapter 100 - Mirna and bharath goes deeper while swathi and vikram starts


Bharath’s eyes cracked open dark, sated and he tightened his hold.
“Morning… or afternoon,” he murmured  voice gravel-rough from sleep.
She smiled — tired, shy  pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

“We should shower…”

He rolled them both — still joined — and carried her to the bathroom without pulling out. She laughed — weak, breathless — arms looping around his neck as he walked.




Sex - in the Shower

The shower enveloped them in a thick, swirling haze of steam and heat — water pounding down in relentless, heavy sheets that turned the glass walls misty and opaque, blurring the world outside into soft gray shapes. Bharath set Mirnaa on her feet beneath the spray, but he never let her go. His strong hands slid beneath her thighs with possessive certainty, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to leave faint red imprints. In one smooth motion he lifted her again, pinning her back against the cool, slick tiles with his body. 


The sharp contrast between the scalding water cascading over her skin and the cold ceramic pressing into her spine made her gasp — nipples tightening instantly into hard, aching peaks.



He thrust up into her without preamble — slow at first — letting her feel every thick, veined inch as he stretched her tender, still-sensitive walls once more. She clung to his broad shoulders — legs wrapping tight around his waist — ankles locking at the small of his back, heels pressing into his muscles as if anchoring herself against the storm he was unleashing. Water sluiced down their bodies in warm, glistening rivulets — streaming over her breasts, down her stomach, mixing with the fresh arousal leaking from her core, running in silky trails along her inner thighs to swirl around their joined bodies and disappear down the drain.

He started gentle — rolling his hips in deep, languid circles — grinding so deep the head of his cock pressed insistently against her cervix with every slow withdrawal and re-entry. Then harder — faster — hips snapping upward with controlled violence — slamming into her with wet, echoing slaps that mingled with the shower’s roar and her rising moans. Her back arched off the tiles — breasts crushed flush against the hard planes of his chest — stiff nipples scbanging roughly against his skin with every thrust, sending sharp, electric sparks racing straight to her already overloaded core.

She moaned into his mouth — lips parted wide — tongues tangling messily as water poured over their faces, dripping from lashes, running into open mouths. The standing position let him grind the base of his cock against her swollen clit on every powerful upstroke — relentless, unyielding pressure that had her trembling within minutes. Her nails dug into his shoulders — leaving angry red crescents — thighs quivering uncontrollably around him as the coil inside her tightened unbearably.

“Bharath… I can’t… too soon…” Her voice cracked — desperate — pleading.

“Come for me,” he growled against her lips — voice rough with raw need. “Let me feel you shatter.”

She did — violently — walls pulsing and clamping down around him in rhythmic spasms — crying his name in broken, high-pitched sobs as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body shook uncontrollably — legs tightening like a vise — heels digging harder into his back — gushing hot and slick around his cock in pulsing waves. He followed seconds later — a low, guttural groan rumbling from his chest — hips jerking erratically as he spilled deep inside her again, thick ropes of cum flooding her already overflowing core, mixing with the water streaming endlessly over them.
They stayed locked together — joined, panting — foreheads pressed — chests heaving in sync. Water continued to rain down — cooling now — until the spray turned tepid. Only then did he ease out — slow and deliberate — letting her feel the long, dragging pull of every inch. A small gush of their combined release followed — warm and thick — trickling down her inner thighs to swirl away with the water.

Tub – One Hour

Bharath turned off the shower with a quiet twist of the knob. He filled the deep, freestanding tub with steaming water — added a generous handful of fragrant bubbles that foamed up thick and white, filling the air with the soft scent of jasmine and vanilla. He eased her down first — settling her carefully between his legs — her back resting against his chest — head pillowed on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her from behind — hands moving lazily, soothingly — stroking the soft curves of her breasts, tracing slow circles over her stomach, gliding along the tops of her thighs — gentle now, reverent, easing the deep ache he’d created. He kept fondling her breast and teaser her vagina..

They soaked for a full hour — quiet at first — just breathing together — the water lapping softly against the porcelain, bubbles popping lazily around them. Then talking — soft, murmured words — voices low and intimate in the steam-filled room.


Mirnaa shifted slightly — wincing as the warm water kissed her tender, swollen core — a small hiss escaping her lips.


“Bharath…” she whispered — voice small, tired, almost fragile. “Can we do something else today? Other than sex? I’m… really tired. Atleast until night”

He kissed her temple — slow, lingering — lips brushing damp skin, tasting the clean salt of the shower.

“If you say it that way…” His hand drifted lower — cupping her gently between her legs — not teasing, not demanding — just holding — warm palm soothing the puffy, sensitive folds. “Then Goa may not be enough.”

He nuzzled her neck — voice dropping to a husky murmur:
“I need you trained at your house even. How is it for you?”

Mirnaa winced again — shifting carefully — feeling the deep, throbbing ache flare inside her with the movement.

“I’m really tired…” Hervoice cracked slightly — half laugh, half exhaustion.
 “I couldn’t even stand with you inside me in the shower. You saw me slip, right?”

He chuckled — soft, warm — the sound vibrating through her back where she leaned against him. He kissed her shoulder — lips brushing the faint red mark his teeth had left earlier.

“Okay. No more today. We’ll rest… play in the night.”

His arms tightened around her — protective now — letting her relax fully against him. The water lapped gently — bubbles popping — steam rising in lazy curls — wrapping them in a cocoon of quiet intimacy as the afternoon light slowly shifted across the bathroom floor.



Lunch & Beach Wander – Afternoon

They dressed lightly — she in a soft cotton sundress that clung slightly to her damp skin, he in loose linen shirt and shorts — and walked hand-in-hand to a quiet beachside café for late lunch. Fresh grilled fish, chilled coconut water, mango slices — simple, restorative. She leaned against his shoulder while they ate — stealing small kisses — but when his hand drifted too low on her thigh, she gently pushed it away with a tired smile.
“Later…”

He respected it — thumb stroking her wrist instead.

After lunch — they wandered the private stretch of sand — barefoot — waves lapping at their ankles. He stole kisses — soft, lingering — backing her against a palm tree, hands on her waist, her hips. She allowed it — smiling into his mouth — but pulled back when his fingers started to wander under her dress.

“Not here…” she whispered — cheeks pink — voice shaky. “It’ll turn into more…”

He laughed — low — and kissed her forehead.
“Later.”


Evening – Cultural Show & Movie

They drove into town for a local cultural performance — traditional Goan folk dance, fire jugglers, live music under string lights. Mirnaa leaned against his shoulder — mesmerized — his arm around her waist the entire time — thumb tracing lazy circles on her hip.
After — a late movie in a small, nearly empty theater — dark, quiet. His hand rested high on her thigh — stroking idly — but he didn’t push further. She relaxed — head on his shoulder — feeling strangely safe, strangely… loved.





Dinner & Return – Night

The seaside restaurant glowed softly under strings of warm fairy lights, candles flickering on every table, casting golden pools across white tablecloths. The ocean rolled in the background steady, low thunder  while the scent of grilled crab curry and fresh coriander drifted on the breeze. Bharath and Mirnaa sat close knees brushing under the table   sharing a bottle of chilled white wine that tasted of citrus and salt air. She wore a simple off-shoulder sundress the thin cotton still carrying the faint warmth of the day’s sun while he sat in an open linen shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms corded and tanned.

They ate slowly savoring each bite her laughter soft and tired when he fed her a spoonful of curry from his fork. She looked at him across the small table eyes soft, unguarded  candlelight dancing in her pupils.

“Thank you… for today,” 
she whispered  voice barely carrying over the waves.

Her fingers brushed his on the tablecloth  tentative, grateful.
“For letting me rest. For… being gentle when I needed it.”

Bharath’s smile was slow  dark promise flickering behind the warmth in his gaze.
“The night’s not over,” he murmured thumb stroking the inside of her wrist once slow deliberate.

She flushed a small, knowing shiver running through her — but didn’t pull away.

They finished dinner in quiet intimacy her hand resting in his as they walked back along the moonlit path to the villa. The night air was cool against her bare shoulders — carrying the faint salt tang of the sea  but inside her body still hummed  tender, aching, alive with the memory of every touch from the night before.

Back at the villa — lights dimmed to a soft amber glow
Bharath locked the door behind them. 

The room felt smaller , more intimate shadows pooling in the corners, the sound of waves filtering through the open balcony doors like a distant heartbeat.

He turned to her — eyes dark, intent — and reminded her quietly:

“What you should do at night.”
Mirnaa’s breath caught 
a small, shy smile curving her lips. 

She stepped close — close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body 
and lifted her hands to the buttons of his shirt. 

Her fingers trembled slightly not from fear, but from the quiet thrill of ritual 

 as she worked each button free, slow and deliberate. 

With every inch of skin revealed toned chest, the faint trail of dark hair leading downward she leaned in and pressed her lips to the newly exposed flesh. Soft kisses reverent tasting salt and warmth and him.


When the last button gave way  she pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders  fabric whispering to the floor and kissed the center of his chest right over his heart  lingering there as if sealing a vow.

Bharath’s hand slid into her hair  gentle at first  then fisted lightly  tilting her face up so he could see her eyes.
“Good girl.”

He stepped back eyes raking over her then reached for the thin straps of her slip. In one sharp, practiced motion fabric tore a quick rip that left her standing naked before him  dress pooling around her ankles like spilled moonlight.

“Tonight,” he said voice thick with hunger “anal. That’s the lesson for you.”

Mirnaa froze eyes widening  shock flickering across her face like lightning. Her breath stuttered  hands instinctively moving to cover herself  though she’d been bare to him for days.

He stepped closer  cupped her face in both hands  thumbs brushing her cheekbones  forcing her to meet his gaze.
“I’ll take it slow,” he promised — voice low, steady. “I promise. You trust me?”

She swallowed hard — throat working — searched his eyes for any lie. 
Found only hunger… and patience.
She nodded slowly — small, trembling.
“Yes… my love.”

Bharath exhaled — a low sound of satisfaction  and led her to the bed. He arranged pillows under her hips  lifting her ass slightly positioning her on her stomach - vulnerable, open. She buried her face in the pillow breathing fast body tense with anticipation and fear.
He fetched the lubricant from the drawer — squeezed a generous amount into his palm warmed it between his fingers until it glistened. He knelt behind her  one hand stroking down her spine in long, soothing strokes — calming her  while the other circled her tight entrance with slick, gentle pressure.

“It’s called speed bump style,” he explained softly — voice soothing, almost instructional. “Slow circles at first… relax for me, baby. Breathe.”


The initial touch made her tense — a sharp inhale  muscles clenching instinctively against the unfamiliar intrusion. 

The ache was immediate — tight, burning — but he didn’t push.
 He circled , patient  letting the lube do its work whispering praise the whole time.

“You’re doing so well… just breathe… let me in.”

One finger — slow — careful — breached her. She whimpered — hands fisting the sheets — but the lube eased the way — the sting fading into strange, full pressure as he worked deeper. A second finger followed — stretching her wider — scissoring gently — preparing her. Her breathing turned ragged — pain and curiosity warring inside her — hips twitching despite herself.

When he finally pressed the head of his cock against her  slick with more lube — she tensed again — breath hitching.


“Relax,” he murmured  hand stroking her lower back. “Push back against me… just a little.”

She did — tentative and he slid in ,slow,  inch by careful inch. The stretch was intense, burning bright at first — making her gasp into the pillow — tears pricking her eyes. But he paused — letting her adjust — whispering:


“Breathe… you’re taking me so beautifully… feel how full you are?”

The pain lingered — sharp, almost too much  but the lube and his patience softened it , turned it strange, full  strangely pleasurable as her body opened around him. When he seated himself completely, hips flush to her ass 

she moaned low — long — hips rocking back instinctively.

He moved carefully 
shallow thrusts 
letting her feel every inch sliding in and out 
hand stroking her back, her hair
whispering constant praise:

“So good… so tight… you’re perfect… feel how good it is now?”

The ache eased — melted — bloomed into heat  pleasure curling low in her belly. 
Her moans turned needy 
hips pushing back to meet him 
body learning the rhythm. He fucked her steadily 
deeper — building speed — until the pleasure overtook the last threads of pain.

she came — quiet, shuddering — walls pulsing around him — crying his name into the pillow.


He followed  groaning deep  spilling inside her ass — hot pulses that made her tremble through the aftershocks.

Afterward 
he pulled her close 
rolled them onto their sides — still joined 
kissed her deeply — slow — tasting her surrender.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her lips. “Is that what you feared and avoided with Vikram?”

She looked into his eyes 
dazed, flushed — and kissed him voluntarily — soft, needy — tongue stroking his — answering without words.

Bharath groaned — low 
rolled her onto her side again 
entered her pussy this time 

slow, sideways — deep, 
intimate strokes that built gently until they both came once more 
quiet, shuddering 

bodies locked together.
They hugged — still joined — and drifted into sleep.

He whispered against her hair:
“Oral lesson is pending.”

She smiled sleepily — voice soft:
“Tomorrow, my love…”
The night passed early — nude, horny, yet Mirnaa felt strangely… lovely.




Same day in abroad - Early Morning

The flight from Delhi had been a restless red-eye  cabin lights dim, engines a constant low drone. Vikram stepped off at 5:03 AM  shoulders knotted, eyes gritty, the unanswered silence from Mirnaa’s phone gnawing at him like a fresh wound. Krish walked beside him 
calm on the surface  but Vikram noticed the way his friend’s thumb kept rubbing the wedding band on his left hand, small circles of anxiety.


A black SUV waited outside arrivals  keys handed over by a silent attendant. The drive to Swathi’s flat took twenty minutes through pre-dawn streets cool air, empty roads, glass towers reflecting the first pale streaks of sunrise. Vikram stared out the window at the passing skyline — Burj Khalifa a distant silver needle trying not to check his phone again.


They parked in the underground garage of a sleek high-rise. The elevator ride was quiet  mirrored walls throwing back their tired reflections. Krish’s thumb never stopped moving.

The doorbell chimed once  soft, melodic.
The door opened.

Swathi stood there  already dressed for the day in a simple yet elegant cream kurta and palazzo pants, hair neatly braided, light gold earrings catching the hallway light. She had clearly been expecting them makeup subtle, eyes bright despite the early hour. Her smile was warm  genuine but carried that familiar edge of knowing confidence.

She stepped forward and threw her arms around Krish first  pulling him into a tight, fierce hug.

“I missed you,” Krish murmured — voice low and rough — burying his face in her hair for a long second.

“Me too,” she whispered — fingers threading through the back of his shirt — then she pulled back and turned to Vikram.
“Welcome, Vikram… finally to my house.”

She stepped close and hugged him arms around his shoulders  body pressing lightly against his for a brief, warm moment. Then  without hesitation  she leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. The touch of her lips was gentle but deliberate warm, slightly moist  leaving a faint trace of her rose-tinted lip balm on his skin.

Vikram stiffened  stunned  the unexpected intimacy sending a jolt through him.

She kissed me… right in front of him?

Memories flashed  years ago  stumbling into a room and finding them both nude, laughing, unashamed. 

Stop it Swathi don't scare him... he might feel offended, 
Kris said its her way of thanking.. please don't feel irritated by her. 
You saved me now right she is giving a kiss on cheek for it.

Vikram saw them playfull.

“You deserve it,” she said softly — almost tenderly. “Come in.”

The flat was modern open plan  city lights glittering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Marble floors cool underfoot.
A baby’s soft cry echoed from deeper inside.

Vikram cleared his throat — voice unsteady.
“Sorry… I didn’t get any gifts for the baby.”

Swathi laughed — light, musical.
“You coming here is itself a big gift.”

She glanced at him.
“Come — I’ll show you the baby.”

Krish then turned to Vikram.
“First  drop your bag. Third room is yours. Same as the master bedroom city view. Go freshen up. I’ll take care of the bags.”

Vikram not sure whose order he should follow, but he took krishs lead, he  followed the hallway to the guest room. It was spacious  king bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the waking city, en-suite bathroom gleaming. He set his duffel on the luggage rack unzipped it to pull out a fresh shirt  then paused. The quiet of the flat felt too loud. He heard Swathi’s voice  soft cooing to the baby  and Krish’s low reply.

Krish tied a tower and went into shower.

Curiosity or something darker  tugged at him.
He stepped back into the hallway  followed the sound.

The bedroom door was ajar. Pale blue walls  crib under a window with a view of the  building tower glowing in the distance. Swathi sat in the bed .. blouse unbuttoned, her two big breast are out hanging...baby latched on, feeding quietly. The soft sounds of suckling and her gentle humming filled the room.

Vikram froze in the doorway.

Swathi looked up  no embarrassment  no move to cover or adjust.
What Vikram you came to see baby, I'm feeding, i will come with aby in few minutes wait in hall.

Vikram said sorry , i should have knocked the door .



“You’ve not seen me already?” she said  voice gentle, teasing. 
“You saw me nude long back — what’s the big deal?”


Sat awkwardly on the cushioned chair opposite to her room in hall. 
eyes averted  then drawn back despite himself.

Swathi finished feeding  burped the baby  then rose  blouse still neatly in place, dupatta adjusted. 
She walked to Vikram  baby cradled against her chest  and handed the little one over.

As she transferred the child his hand brushed her breast— soft, warm — deliberate.
Their eyes met — held.

Something electric passed between them — unspoken — dangerous — familiar.
Vikram swallowed hard  throat dry.

Swathi smiled — slow, inviting — voice barely above a whisper.
“Welcome home, Vikram.”

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Chapter 101 – Back to the Present Timeline


[for connection  - Read Chapter 1]

[it is after Vikram is beaten and unconscious he hears the sound]


Abandoned  Mill... 


Then the voices came — layered, overlapping, muffled at first, as if he were underwater.

Vikram could hear now...  he woke from the past memories to present...

Someone came near to him, took his hand and checked his pulse


“Are you there…?”
“Open your eyes…”
“Sir — there is a pulse. Bring the stretcher—”

An ambulance siren screamed awake — shrill, relentless — slicing through the fog in his head. Tires screeched on gravel. Doors banged open. Rough hands lifted him — pain exploding white-hot across his temple. Blood trickled warm down the side of his face, coppery taste on his tongue.
He forced his eyes open — just a crack. 

The world tilted and swam. White coats. Flashing red-blue lights. A stretcher rattling beneath him. His head lolled to the side — searching, always searching.

Mirnaa…

Four paramedics moved fast — strapping him down, shouting vitals. Voices overlapped — 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, piercing 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 late 
A hand touched his — soft, trembling, achingly familiar. He instantly know it, the hand that once took him back to this world. 
His Mirnaa.

He heard his voice, her sobbing.. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered — voice breaking — 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.”

Mirna, please stop it Shiney.. i have done exactly like how you said.. you wanted me to stay away.. no see how he is.. ..

Mirna continuously sobs...

Heavy footsteps approached — measured, powerful — shoes on tile. 
Bharath’s voice again — closer now — edged with something Vikram couldn’t place.
“Mirna—”


Before the rest could land — 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 a different voice 

Swathi’s — 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.. .”

Memories flooded  jagged, violent. The ambush. 
The rod. Bharath’s face above him — calm, almost pitying. Mirnaa’s scream cut off mid-breath.
More voices  overlapping machines whirring — someone adjusting an IV.
he slowly got into sleep.

Swathi’s voice again closer now —soft, coaxing.
“Wake up, sir. I’ve prepared coffee for you.”

Vikram’s eyes snapped open.
He was in Dubai.

His memories travelled 1 year before the present timeline [Vikram in Krish Swathi Flat]

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Chapter 102 - Deep Lessons from Bharath Continues

At Krish place in the morning 

Sunlight poured through the tall windows and filled the guest bedroom with warm gold. Vikram woke slowly, his head still heavy from the concussion and his ribs aching with every breath. He blinked against the brightness, trying to remember where he was. Then the city skyline came into focus. Dubai. Swathi’s flat. Safe, for now.


A gentle knock sounded on the door. Swathi stepped inside carrying a tray with fresh coffee. She wore a simple yet elegant cream kurta and palazzo pants, hair neatly braided, looking fresh and composed even at this hour. She smiled softly and set the tray on the bedside table.
“Good morning, or good noon I suppose,” she said. “You slept through breakfast.”

Vikram pushed himself up carefully, wincing as pain flared across his side.
“What time is it?”

“Ten in the morning,” she answered while sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Krish is waiting for you. Today you have important deals to sign, right?”

He nodded, still trying to clear the fog from his mind. He reached for the coffee. The mug felt hot and solid in his hands. The strong black aroma helped ground him.

Swathi watched him quietly for a moment before speaking again.
“You have changed a lot.”

Vikram looked up, brow creasing.
“How?”

She gave a small smile, almost wistful.
“I will tell you later. After your deals are done. You will be spending a week here, right?”
He nodded once more, slower this time.

“Yes.”

Swathi stood and smoothed her kurta.

“Take your time. Have a bath and prepare for the meeting with your important client. Krish is in the study. He will brief you.”
She paused at the door and glanced back with soft but piercing eyes.

“And Vikram… breathe. You are safe here.”

The door closed quietly behind her.

Vikram sat still for a long moment, coffee mug warm in his hands, staring at the glittering city beyond the glass. Safe. 
The word felt strange on his tongue.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same Time

The villa door clicked shut behind them as they returned from breakfast The living room lay dim, lit only by the soft glow of balcony lights spilling in from the sea. Waves whispered beyond the glass doors. Mirnaa slipped off her sandals, bare feet silent on the cool tile, and turned to Bharath with a tired but curious smile.

“What will we do today? Any outing planned?”

Bharath locked the door with slow deliberation, then stepped close until his body heat wrapped around her. His hand settled on her waist, pulling her gently against him. His voice dropped to a husky murmur right beside her ear.

“Now I am going to teach you oral.”

Mirnaa’s face flushed instantly, cheeks blooming deep pink, eyes widening in surprise.

He leaned even closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Blowjob and deep throat.”

She swallowed hard, breath catching in her throat. Her voice came out small.
“I am not comfortable with the smell and the leaks.”

Bharath’s fingers tightened slightly on her waist, firm but not painful.
“Not for me,” he said softly. “Do it for at least Vikram.”

He paused, letting the words sink deep, then added in a low, commanding tone:
“You have no say here to say no.”

He reminded her quietly, voice thick with authority:
“What you should do you remember right?.”

Mirnaa’s blush deepened, but she stepped closer. Her fingers trembled only a little as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. She worked each one open slowly, deliberately, kissing every newly revealed inch of skin just as he had taught her in the ritual. Chest. Sternum. Lower ribs. When the last button gave way, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, kissed the center of his chest, then sank to her knees.

Bharath stood motionless, watching her with dark, hungry eyes as she undid his belt and zipper, pulling his inners down. His thick cock sprang free, hard and heavy, veins prominent, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

He reached for her top and tore it in one sharp motion. Fabric ripped loudly, leaving her bare from the waist up. Then her bra — unhooked with a quick flick — straps sliding down her arms — breasts bouncing free, nipples already stiff in the cool air.

He pulled her up for a wild, deep kiss, tongue claiming her mouth, hands roaming her naked back, squeezing her ass, before guiding her back down to her knees.

“I will guide you,” he said, voice thick with lust.

He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, cock standing proud.
Mirnaa knelt between his thighs, heart pounding, face inches from him.

He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, showing her the grip.
“First, take it in your hand.”

She did, palm warm, feeling him pulse against her skin.
“Now, kiss the tip.”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the head, soft and tentative, tasting salt and musk.
“Circle with your tongue.”


She obeyed, tongue swirling slowly around the ridge, tracing the slit, feeling him swell even harder.
“Now, take it.”

She opened her mouth and took the head inside, lips stretching around him, tongue flat against the underside. The taste was salty, strong, pre-cum coating her tongue. She pulled back gasping, eyes watering.

Bharath’s hand came to her ponytail, gentle but firm.
“Come on, you can.”

He guided her back, voice low.
“A husband gets the ultimate thrill only when things like this happen. Don’t you want to satisfy your husband?”

Mirnaa looked up at him, eyes glassy, then slowly took him back, deeper this time, lips sliding down his shaft.
Bharath placed his hand on her head, grabbed her ponytail, and said:
“I will guide you, darling.”

She looked up at him, wide-eyed.
He continued:
“When you take it yourself and suck, it is a blowjob. When I go deeper and keep your head still, it is face-fuck.”

He pushed, slow yet steady, deeper, until she gagged softly, eyes watering.
“Mmmm…” her muffled sound came as her mouth filled with him.

“And you need to drink my cum today.”
Her eyes widened in panic.
He said:
“It is a lesson. If you do not want, you can spit it out.”

Her face showed confusion, almost hurt, but she nodded obediently.

He bent down slightly and pushed her head in motion, guiding her like she was sucking his dick, slow yet steady. 

She started giving a proper blowjob, lips sliding, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing.

Meanwhile, Vikram, fresh from his bath, decided to call Bharath since Mirnaa’s number stayed switched off.
The phone rang.

Bharath saw the number and smirked. He did not ask Mirnaa to stop.

Mirnaa realized who it was. She tried to free his cock from her mouth, wanting to speak with Vikram.
But Bharath understood instantly. He caught her head firmly and stopped her from moving away.
Before he answered the call, he leaned down and whispered:

“Do you forget? This week you are completely mine. He is your ex-husband, and only I am yours.”
Mirnaa could not think straight, eyes wide, mouth full.

He answered the call on speaker, voice casual.
“Hey Vikram, all good there?”
Vikram:
“All good. How is everything there? I reached Dubai safely and today we are signing the agreement. Thanks to you.”

Bharath said smoothly:
“I must thank you for speaking with Mirnaa. She is calm and supportive. I am yet to convince her fully, but I hope soon she will.”

Vikram felt a wave of relief wash over him, believing sex had not happened yet. Bharath lied without hesitation.

Mirnaa was looking up at him, yet his cock remained deep inside her mouth, lips stretched, cheeks flushed.

Bharath pressed the mute button on the phone, kept it aside in bed and looked down at her.

“See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson.”

He gripped her head with both hands and started face-fucking her, slow at first, then deeper. Her throat worked, gagging softly, eyes watering.

He unmuted the call. 

answering in speaker


Vikram asked:
“What is Mirnaa doing?”


Bharath answered casually:
“I guess she is eating something in a restaurant.”

Vikram:
“Can you ask her to call me?”

Bharath:
“No, Vikram. If she keeps clinging to you, how will I get a chance? I was the one who put her mobile switched off. Maybe I will send our selfies later. Anything else?”

Vikram:
“No… what is Aadharsh up to now?”

Bharath:
“I will update you later. My friend Rishi is following them.”

While they spoke, Bharath kept exploring her mouth, pushing deeper, her throat bulging slightly, struggling with each thrust.



He reached his ultimate fantasy, cut the call abruptly by saying:
“Call you later. Aadharsh is coming in.”
He lied.

Then he threw the phone aside, caught her head with both hands. “Now it is time for deep throat, baby.”

He went on brutal mode.. Vikram's phone call made him made he unleashes his rage on her

She got suffocated and pulled herself off, gasping for air, but Bharath kept pushing her back. 

He fucked her face for ten full minutes, steady and deep, until he unloaded all his cum, hot and thick, filling her mouth completely.

She swallowed some, spit some , eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Afterward, voice hoarse, she questioned him:
“Why do you behave so rude since the session?”

Bharath noticed her face had changed a little. Doubt had crept in.

She asked:
“I have not spoken with him for days. 
What makes you think you can stop me from speaking to him? 
Ten minutes — can’t you give it for us?”

She tensed, stood up quickly, walked to her phone, and turned it on.
The screen lit up immediately — notifications flooding in.

Vikram’s messages. 
Missed calls.

She felt a pain.. Bharath watched her in silence, calculating every shift in her expression.

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Chapter 103 - Private Conference Room – Mid-Morning


The conference room sat on the 47th floor of a discreet business tower near — floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides, city skyline glittering below like scattered diamonds. No company logo on the door. No receptionist. Just four men around a long black table and a single armed security guard standing silent by the entrance.

Vikram entered last. Krish walked beside him — calm, almost ceremonial — carrying nothing but a slim black pen drive in his pocket. The other two men already seated were older, sharp-eyed, dressed in tailored suits that cost more than most people’s cars. One was Emirati, silver-haired, gold cufflinks catching the light. The other was Indian-origin, late fifties, Rolex glinting on his wrist. They rose when Vikram stepped in — not out of politeness — out of respect.

Krish spoke first — voice steady.
“Gentlemen, this is Vikram.”

No titles. No explanations. Just the name.
The Emirati man inclined his head slightly.

“We have heard much.”
The Indian-origin man smiled — small, knowing.

“Sekaran spoke highly before… everything.”
Vikram felt the weight of their gazes. He had not asked for this room. He had not asked for their attention. Yet here they were — four of the most powerful men in the shadow network across four countries  looking at him like he already wore the crown.

Krish placed the pen drive on the table. It looked ordinary — matte black, no markings. He slid it toward Vikram.
“This is yours now.”

Vikram stared at it — then at Krish.
“What is this?”

Krish met his eyes — unflinching.

“The secrets you gave me. The ones you took from Sekaran. Everything — accounts, contacts, routes, leverage files, clean passports, offshore wallets. It is all here.”
Vikram’s voice dropped.

“I gave it to you so you could run it until Aadharsh was finished.”


Krish shook his head once — slow.

“That is not possible anymore. You are officially replacing Sekaran in the entire network. Our business will run in four countries. Dubai deal is not just signing a client. It is transferring the network to you.”

Vikram felt the air leave his lungs.

“I never asked for it. You need to run it for Sekaran. Once I get revenge on Aadharsh, I will move on to my own life.”
Krish leaned forward  voice quiet but iron.

“That is not possible, brother. You have to run this network.”
Vikram shook his head frustration rising.
“I am not interested.”

Krish slid the pen drive closer.
“It is what Sekaran wants. Check the folder yourself. You will know.”

Vikram stared at the drive for a long moment  then picked it up. He plugged it into the laptop Krish had already set up on the table. The screen flickered. A single video file sat in the root folder  titled simply “For Vikram.”
He clicked play.

Sekaran’s face appeared  older, thinner, hospital lighting harsh on his skin. Tubes ran from his arm. His voice was weak but steady.
“If you are watching this… my son has played a foul game. And it has happened exactly as I feared. Vikram — you are the only one I trust to hold this together. The network is yours now. Not Krish’s. Not anyone else’s. Yours. Run it. Protect it. Or it will fall — and everyone we have kept safe will fall with it.”

The video ended. Silence filled the room.
The Emirati man spoke first — voice calm.

“We have waited for this moment. Sekaran made it clear before he… left. The vote was unanimous.”
The Indian-origin man nodded.

“You are not just taking over accounts. You are taking over respect. Fear. Loyalty. All of it.”
Vikram looked around the table — four pairs of eyes watching him — waiting.
He felt the weight settle on his shoulders — heavier than any rod or fist.
“I never wanted this.”

Krish placed a hand on his arm — brief, brotherly.
“None of us did. But it is yours now.”
The Emirati man stood — extended his hand.

“Welcome, Shadow King --- Mr. Vikram.”
One by one — the others followed. Handshakes. Quiet nods. No fanfare. Just acceptance.
Security arrived outside — six men in black suits — armed, silent. They flanked the door. Not for show. For protection.

Vikram looked at Krish — voice low.
“Do not reveal anything about me in India yet. I am not ready.”
Krish nodded once.

“Your shadow mask stays on in Dubai. When you step back home we will decide then.”
Vikram exhaled — long and slow.

The most powerful men in the room now looked at him like he was the most powerful man.


Evening at Krish & Swathi’s Flat 


The dining table was set simply but with care — warm yellow light from the pendant lamp above, plates of chicken biryani, raita in a clay bowl, fresh salad, and hot naan wrapped in a cloth napkin. The city skyline glittered beyond the windows.

Swathi served Krish first placing the plate in front of him with the easy affection of long years together. She touched his shoulder lightly as she passed, a small private smile just for him. 
Only then did she turn to Vikram serving him second the same biryani, the same care, but her eyes held something different when they met his. Not reverence. Not fear. Just quiet, amused mockery the kind that said power had never impressed her and never would.

She sat down opposite Vikram 
legs crossed, posture relaxed.

“So,” she said  voice light  “you are now more powerful than Krish.”

Vikram gave a tired half-smile, fork paused above the rice.
“They say that way.”

Their eyes locked for a second longer than necessary.

Krish watched them both calm, almost amused —then spoke, voice low and steady.

“From now on he will not play from the front. I will do all the stuff he asks me to do — just like Sekaran used to do.”
Vikram looked up sharply.

Krish continued — tone matter-of-fact.

“Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I dont want opponents to smell your identity now.. You relax here in Dubai. Stay in Swathi’s company at home. No meetings. No running. Just breathe.”

Vikram opened his mouth to argue  but Krish raised a hand.

“Sekaran had a different identity in India. Everyone called him the Shadow King. You remember?”

Vikram nodded slowly. He remembered. The name had been whispered in fear — never said aloud in public.
Krish leaned forward slightly.

“That name belongs to you now. Not the face. Not the name Vikram. The shadow. The one who moves things without ever being seen.”
Swathi smiled  small, knowing — and took a sip of water.

“Tomorrow you relax,” she repeated voice soft but firm. 
“If needed, Krish, you go to the office. Let him stay here. Let him breathe for a day.”
She looked at Vikram again  eyes teasing, almost daring.

“You deserve it.”
Vikram felt the weight of the words settle on him  heavier than any rod or fist. He was no longer just a man trying to survive.
He was the Shadow King.

And the shadow had finally found its throne.
End of dinner.
The plates were cleared.




The city lights kept shining outside.
Vikram had turned off his mobile earlier due to the meeting — no distractions, no risk of interruption.

When he returned to his room after dinner and turned it on again, the screen lit up immediately.
A flood of notifications poured in.

Missed calls.
All from Mirnaa.

Dozens of them — starting from early afternoon and continuing late into the evening.
His heart slammed against his cracked ribs.

He scrolled frantically  messages, notifiactions growing more desperate.

The last message — sent just thirty minutes ago — stood out in bold:
Call me soon… please…

Vikram stared at the words  pulse roaring in his ears.
What happened to her? Did did Bharath took her?
Panic clawed up his throat.

His thumb hovered over her name  
The Shadow King had taken the throne.
But the woman he had fought to protect , the woman he had  to treasure , He traded her for the empire, for the revenge.. 
He decided to call right away...

The ring goes.....

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Chapter 104  - First Crack in Bhrath's Game


Same day in the morning.. 10-12 hours before Vikram's Call


She is still furious..
No one noticed her inner turmoil when Bhrath casually said in her ear

"See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson"

It might be thrill for him
but for Mirna, its landed like a mockery, 

Her eyes are watery
Bharath might thought she cried in ectasy or pleasure
Nothing she felt disgusted like Bharath showing a new face
shitting and making her and vikram like low. 

She was unsure what was happening.. 
minutes passed the pone was thrown and he grabbed her head and does it faster that aches her..

Her mind was filled like, why he is not allowing me to speak with him
One word why cant he let me speak and then continue whatever we do?

Why he is so roughly handling me. The thoughts accumulated her.

He fucked her face for ten full minutes, steady and deep, until he unloaded all his cum, hot and thick, filling her mouth completely.



She swallowed some, spit some , eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks.



Afterward, voice hoarse, she questioned him:

“Why do you behave so rude since the session?”



Bharath noticed her face had changed a little. Doubt had crept in.



She asked:

“I have not spoken with him for days. 

What makes you think you can stop me from speaking to him? 

Ten minutes — can’t you give it for us?”



She tensed, stood up quickly, walked to her phone, and turned it on.

The screen lit up immediately — notifications flooding in.



Vikram’s messages. 

Missed calls.


She felt a pain.. Bharath watched her in silence, calculating every shift in her expression.

Bharath didn't realize Mirna this time doesn't enjoy it, she did enjoyed when started but after the Vikram's call something hits her.


The blowjob training session had ended. One Hour Passed.
She is still furious.. 
Her jaw still ached faintly.
Her throat felt raw.

The taste of him lingered on her tongue — salty, thick, unmistakable even after she had swallowed everything he demanded.
She had done it.
She had taken him deep gagged struggled — but she had finished.

And yet the moment Bharath had hung up the phone after lying so casually to Vikram something inside her had snapped.
She felt odd.
Used.

Not in the way she had accepted before — not in the thrilling, forbidden way that had made her body respond even when her mind hesitated.
This time it felt different.
Wrong.

Her mind kept replaying the scene her mouth full of him, lips stretched, cheeks hollowed 
while Vikram’s voice came through the speaker asking how she was.
Bharath had not even paused.

He had kept thrusting slow, deliberate  while answering Vikram like nothing was happening.
While she struggled to breathe.
While she fought the urge to pull away and speak.

She had wanted to ask Vikram how he doing, nothing else.

She also had in mind to speak about the physical part, its an agreement betweem the sex, the training, the way she had started to crave it — so she could at least be honest.
So she could stop hiding.
But Bharath had stopped her.

His hand had gripped her ponytail tighter kept her head in place — silenced her with his cock while he lied to her husband.
Mirnaa stared at her phone again.
No calls.
No messages.

She picked it up — fingers trembling — and dialed Vikram’s number.
Switched off.
She tried again.
Same result.
Again.
Again.
Panic rose in her chest — sharp, sudden.
Something felt really off.

Why was his phone off?
Why had Bharath lied so easily?
Why had he mocked Vikram like that  “she is eating something in restaurant”  while she was literally on her knees?
Insecurities crept in like cold fingers.

Had she been naive?
Had she let herself be used?

Had the “training” the pleasure, the surrender  all been part of some bigger game she had not seen?
Which person who claim to love gets a thrill in making wife know husband on call and still used for sex. 
This was core which made her furious.. 

So is that not love
does Bharath used her for his sexual fantasies?

She stood up — legs shaky — and walked to the balcony railing.
The sea stretched dark and endless below.

She hugged herself — suddenly cold despite the warm night air.
Bharath watched her from the doorway — silent — stunned.
It was unbelievable to him.
A sudden shift in the game.

She had actively participated in the sexual journey with him enjoyed every bit — begged for rough, promised to drink his cum  and now one phone call, one interruption, and she reacted this way?

He stepped closer — careful  voice low.
“Mirnaa.”
She did not turn.
She stayed facing the sea — shoulders tense — little tears overflowing and tracing silent paths down her cheeks.

He tried again — softer.
“Mirnaa, please tell me what is wrong.”
She still did not answer.
She remained furious  quietly furious — staring at her phone as if it might light up with Vikram’s name at any second.
Minutes passed.
Hours passed.

She changed into a loose cotton nightdress — simple, modest — and sat on the couch  phone clutched in both hands — waiting.

Bharath sat across from her — elbows on his knees — watching her carefully.

“Mirnaa,” he began again — voice calm, measured. 
“Please tell me what is wrong. Vikram told us right  any issues we should sort it out and fix it — not bother too much.”

She finally looked at him — eyes red-rimmed, glistening.
“Do you really love me?”

Bharath blinked — caught off guard.
“Why do you get such doubt?”

Mirnaa’s voice cracked — quiet but steady.

“I crossed everything. Not just for you — for Vikram as well. I cannot tolerate even a single thing that even remotely hurts him.

I volunteered myself because I wanted to serve him better. Satisfy him.
But what you are doing — what we are doing — is wrong.

I allowed it that way. I thought let this slide in Goa and let’s begin new in Chennai.

But you seem to hurt Vikram by your actions.
I am not that naive that I don’t get the simplest thing.

What you said? "See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson"

are you playing us Bharath?
What is that thrill you getting us humiliated? what you are reffering to?

What is that choice of words — ‘she is eating something in restaurant’ — when your penis was in my mouth?
You wanted to indirectly tease him?

I won’t allow that.

If this is going to be this way — let’s stop.

Even if you feel i secretly crave sex and roughness from you and okay label me as bad as you want.. still i dont allow this.



Once Vikram calls, I will tell him and go to Chennai.”


Bharath stared at her — stunned.
He did not know how to respond.
They had sex.
She had loved it.
She had enjoyed every bit  begged for rough  swallowed willingly..
But now  this?

He realized — with a cold jolt — that he had miscalculated.
She had been falling — yes — but not all the way.
Not into blind surrender.

She had been doing it for Vikram.
Always for Vikram.
Even if its for her, she is not ready into humiliating Vikram.. 

Mirnaa looked at him — eyes steady despite the tears.
“Nothing is above my Vikram.”
Bharath swallowed — throat tight.

He had never expected to be beaten by Mirnaa  just like that.
He was surprised by the sudden enlightenment.
Was she really naive or had she acted all the way?


Bhrath reached near her his hand tried to calm her shoulder..

Mirnaa declared — voice firm:
“Nothing between us until Vikram calls.”
Hours passed.

Bharath tried — many times  soft words, apologies, explanations.

She did not listen.
She stayed furious  quietly furious — waiting for Vikram’s call.

At 11:30 PM  her phone lit up.
Vikram’s name on the screen.

Mirnaa panicked  heart slamming against her ribs.
She wanted to speak to him  open up  tell him the truth — but she did not know how.
Words failed her.

She kept staring at the screen  thumb hovering over “answer.”
Bharath came near her  slow  careful.

“I am sorry,” he said  voice low, almost pleading. “Let us speak first. I agree  let us open to Vikram. Not now — tomorrow.
Let us speak first.
Just for the sake of our togetherness — give me one chance.

I really did not know how and why this is happening.
Give me one chance.

It hurts when you doubt my love and sincerity… please…”
He pleaded.

Mirnaa looked at him  eyes conflicted  then at the ringing phone.
She answered.

“Vikram… how are you?”
Vikram’s voice came through  warm, tired, relieved.

“What is happening, Mirnaa? Any issues? Too many calls and messages…”
Mirnaa swallowed — throat tight.

“No… I missed speaking with you… so thought of a call.”

Vikram: “Didn’t you sleep?”
Mirnaa: “I was… but woke up to your call.”
Vikram: “Nothing issue right?”
Mirnaa looked at Bharath.
He did not plead.
He did not stop her.
He just looked at the phone — silent — waiting.

She wanted to tell Vikram everything right then — but the words would not come.
Not yet.
Not like this.

She said instead:
“I will call you tomorrow then. Hope you are having a good time there… good night.”

Vikram:“Sweet dreams. Love you.”
“Love you,” she whispered.
The call ended.

Mirnaa set the phone down  hands shaking.
She looked at Bharath — voice steady now.

“I am not giving you a chance.
I have decided to tell him.
Just help me how to open with him.”
Both looked at each other.

For the first time — Bharath’s action had backfired.
But would Bharath stop?

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Chapter 105 – Swathi's comfort and Rishi's plan


Dubai – Krish & Swathi’s Flat – Late Evening

Vikram ended the call with Mirnaa. The screen went dark in his hand. Her voice had been soft, distant, almost fragile. He had wanted to push, to ask what was really wrong, but the words had stuck in his throat. Fear held them back. Fear of what she might say. Fear of what he might not be able to unhear.

He stood on the balcony with the phone still warm against his palm. City lights glittered far below like scattered stars. The night air was cool and carried the faint hum of traffic along with distant music from somewhere in the tower. He stared at the empty display with his chest tight and then spoke aloud to no one.

“Mirnaa… you kissed him. You hugged him. I tolerated it. Yes I know I pushed you but it had reasons. I have no guts to hear anything else. Hope you stay pure for me as always…”

His voice cracked on the last word. He deleted the unsent voice note with his thumb trembling and leaned his forehead against the cool glass.
Behind him soft footsteps approached.

Swathi stood just inside the doorway holding a glass of hot water. Steam curled upward in thin wisps. She had been about to knock but froze when she heard his broken whisper.

She stayed silent and watched him speak to an empty phone. Her heart twisted. Usually she was not the type to be shocked by such things, affairs, betrayals, messy human emotions. She had seen it all. But Mirnaa was different. Kind. Naive. Innocent. The girl who had once blushed at simple compliments and who had never seemed capable of stepping outside the lines. Did she really have an affair now? Did Vikram already know? How could her head spin so fast from the man Swathi had always admired?

Swathi did not want to step into his thoughts. She had no right. But gratitude still lived deep inside her, gratitude for Vikram’s earlier help and for the sacrifices that had shaped the life she now held so tightly. She remotely wanted to help him even if only to listen. She knew how much he loved Mirnaa. But ever since he had arrived here she had noticed the change. Something harder in his eyes. Something colder in his silences. She had wanted to speak to him about it, to shed some light, to remind him who he used to be. He remained the most likeable person to her. She wished quietly that he would stay that way.

She cleared her throat softly.

“Vikram… hot water. It will help with the ache.”

He turned startled with his face flushing , he asked did you heard anything?

Swathi smiled no, did you scolding me or sort and stepped forward to hand him the glass.

He took it with his fingers brushing hers and his eyes dropping to the floor.

Swathi lingered for a moment and then spoke quietly.

“Tomorrow is a long day. Relax here. Stay in my company. Let me take care of you for once.”

Vikram looked up conflicted, grateful, afraid.

Swathi turned to leave and then paused at the door.
She looked back with eyes steady.

“And Vikram… I don't know what's bugging you but whatever happening you are still the man I respect. Do not forget that.”
It doesn't matter you are a driver or powerful man that Krrish respect, you are same for me then and now. 

The door closed softly behind her.

Vikram stood alone on the balcony with hot water steaming in his hand and city lights glittering below.

He had lost something. He just did not know how much yet.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same Night

Mirnaa slept on the couch. She had not done any drama, no shouting, no throwing things. She had simply gathered a blanket, curled up on the cushions, and turned her back to the bed. Bharath had offered to take the couch himself with his voice quiet and almost gentle. She had shaken her head once firmly and stayed where she was.

She had not slept half the night. Bharath knew.

He lay awake in the dark staring at the ceiling and listening to her uneven breathing from the living room. For the first time in weeks he felt the ground shift beneath him.


NEXT DAY 

Goa – Private Beach – Early Morning

Bharath walked the beach alone.
All the previous days he and Mirnaa had come out together hand in hand laughing at the waves and stealing kisses in the surf. Today he came alone.

The sand was cool under his feet and the sky was pale gray before sunrise. He walked far enough that the villa disappeared behind a curve of palms and then stopped. 


He pulled out his phone and dialed Rishi.

Rishi answered on the second ring.
Bharath did not waste time.

He said : I need help, Mirna looks like turned against me
in my mission towards Mirna, half of them are your ideas.. now something middling the plan i could not crack it
You need to fix this for me

Rishi said: Tell me whats bothering you..
He told every single detail word for word memory by memory.



The first meeting. The car trip. How she loosened up. The music and games on the beach. How she laughed and played along. His proposal. The trauma story. The way he tricked her into sex. Their plan together. The guilt trip they co-orchestrated. Making Vikram give permission with the “if she consents” lie. The voluntary lessons. Her surrender. Her admission that she liked the roughness. And then last night after the blowjob and deep throat lesson she changed.


Rishi listened silent absorbing every word.

When Bharath finished Rishi asked:

“Explain more. Reshare the memories word by word exactly.”

Bharath did repeating every line every whisper every moan.
Rishi listened again longer this time.
Then he spoke calm and almost amused.

“Why do you think too much? You had sex right? Just pull her hair and make her addicted again to sex.”
Bharath’s voice came sharp.

“Idiot what if Vikram finds out? Did you forget Vikram has grown into someone unbeatable? Offending him will be an end card.”
Rishi laughed softly.

“Then I am glad you made a sensible move by not forcing her.”
Bharath exhaled frustrated.

“I phoned you because I still cannot understand why she suddenly turned against me.”
Rishi thought for a minute and then continued.


“Let me ask a few questions. After getting all the answers I will tell you the real issue.
 I almost caught it just re-accessing through your words.”

Rishi:
“Did you love her?”
Bharath:
“No.”
Rishi:
“Did she?”
Bharath:
“She liked me but love I am not sure. Maybe she got hitched by me off late and she was once wished to marry a cop. And I am being one her attraction on me was easy.”
Rishi:
“So it is 50-50.”

Rishi:
“So what is the reason you think she came all the way to your bed? Is it your physical attraction or money?”
Bharath:
“Nothing. I made a lot of stories and drama like I faced several losses in life I said she had saved me then I loved her sincerely I even made stories like I saved her husband’s life and saved her dignity a lot of times. All these and the double agent work for Aadharsh and Vikram asked by Vikram that I made a deal with her husband and he pushed her to me like we both manipulated her into accepting this as kind of normal like more into helping.”

Rishi:
“How did the sex start?”
Bharath:
“I manipulated her with my trauma story and tricked her into sex.”

Rishi:
“Did she like it? What was her mindset? Did she get ready for next day for another sex?”
Bharath:
“No I had to speak to her had to force Vikram with the situation with Aadharsh and fooled both. That is when she said okay.”

Rishi:
“Is that all you did to get her active into sex?”
Bharath:
“I lied like Vikram is disappointed in sex she bought the lie. So she actively got into it.”

Rishi laughed short and knowing.
“Man I know the way. The way Mirnaa cannot say no to next time but the Goa chapter I guess it came to a point.”

Bharath:
“What?”

Rishi:
“Calm down now I can guess what happened.”

Rishi continued with voice steady and clinical.

“Mirnaa from the first had been siding with you just for a few reasons. She pitied you your losses felt gratitude for saving her and her husband you had a heroic image built unknowingly the cop flavor and your love lies totally shook her barriers but it was Vikram who broke it by pushing her to you with his own schemes for the double agent deal. So it is she pitied you she acknowledged your love she wanted to repay your help and sacrifice most importantly her husband been an X factor. In all above reasons she did it for him. Even the drama on sex training she did it for Vikram.”

Bharath stayed silent.

Rishi:
“You had a chance to turn it completely to you but you missed it. You thought she is a bitch like when you sexed her she will surrender to you. You did not understand it did not happen because of love or anything that she will cling on you. It is out of your dramas. When the X factor is Vikram you made her fear by humiliating him. She did not succumb to your fantasy so she is restraining. It is like she started doubting you your intention your love and even everything. But somewhere the trust is still not broken that is the reason she still stays here and waits for Vikram’s call. She fears something is wrong so she is waiting for his take on this. Even if Vikram called and said okay go and bed him again she would not be cooperating like before.”

Bharath:
“I do not believe it. She asked for roughness I know deep down she wanted the heat. She is a bitch Rishi just acting like noble.”

Rishi:
“Okay maybe she wanted the heat she needs it secretly but at cost of what? Her husband’s dignity respect? 
She thinks you are not yet worthy enough to get that level. As simple as that.”

Bharath realized what it is.
He asked:
“You are the one who gave me the trauma drama idea. Give me something that I can get her back.”
Rishi:
“What is there to be possessive about her? You tasted her just leave it.”

Bharath:
“No I am in middle. Aadharsh is still out Vikram turns powerful now clinging to Mirnaa is needed. Somewhere it will be useful.”
Rishi nodded though Bharath could not see it.

“So what do you exactly want?”

Bharath:
“I want to be in the zone of Vikram and Mirnaa. Especially wanted to be in sexual relationship for few months.”

Rishi:
“You can be in their zone but not in sex. But it is not impossible. Like I said earlier you can get her back but a long game.”
Bharath:
“Tell me.”

Rishi:
“All you had to do is make her look at your love again. A small trust is still there make it stronger make you dependable despite all odds. She anyway wanted to go clean with Vikram right? You too come clean.”

Bharath:
“How to do that?”

Rishi:
“Right away book a nearby room single room for you. Make her stay in the room where you had sex she might think about you. Not just sex she will feel you gave her much needed space. Stay away from all sexual fantasies but be friendly again never leave that space she will gain trust organically. Don’t even attempt to kiss make her feel wanted. Don't give any reasons, just stay calm, reason her only if she wants, when she ask for reasons it means you need to give her a buyable reason, she wont ask now, you don't give one"

“For coming clean do not let her say to Vikram you race ahead just tell him the way you want. Take things in your control.”

“In simple way stay in Goa do nothing watch her gain trust make her see your love confuse her if all her doubts were a misunderstanding. In Chennai some day she will be in your way. But that time she will not return back.”

Bharath:
“Man I am blessed to have you as a friend. Whenever I am stuck with ideas you help me.”

Rishi:
“Smiled then then then.”

Bharath understood and sent an amount to Rishi’s bank.
“Enjoy.”




Dubai – Krish & Swathi’s Apartment – Same Morning

Krish woke early and left for the client meet.
Vikram bathed and came out in a towel. He heard baby sounds and stopped.
He stepped toward Krish’s bedroom to see the baby.

He had a reason, Deep inside a curiosity arose.
Last time he saw Swathi’s breast 

The thought now actually made his other issues had faded away.
He stepped near. The bedroom door stood slightly open.

There was Swathi feeding the baby with her blouse parted and her breast visible to his eyes.
Their eyes locked.

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Chapter 106 – Forbidden that Sucks


Krish & Swathi’s Apartment – Morning


Vikram stepped nearer. The bedroom door stood slightly open. Soft baby sounds drifted out with small coos and the gentle rhythm of suckling. Curiosity pulled him forward with the same quiet pull he had felt last time he glimpsed Swathi feeding. Back then the sight had briefly pushed away his other troubles. Now it felt different, heavier, more dangerous.

He paused at the threshold.
There was Swathi seated in the rocking chair with her blouse parted just enough for the baby to latch. Her breast was visible, full, soft, dark nipple glistening with milk. The baby nursed contentedly with tiny hand flexing against her skin.

Their eyes locked.

Swathi did not flinch or cover herself. She simply looked up at him calm and almost amused and spoke softly.

“Why are you staring like this? You need my milk?”

Vikram blinked with his face heating and words tumbling out before he could stop them.

“I do not understand why you are so open to me.
That day you kissed me on the cheek when I arrived. 
Even Krish did not say anything.”

Swathi laughed light and easy with the sound filling the quiet room.

“So you think I am inviting you with kisses and showing my breast to have sex with you?
 You think my husband is trading me to you for some benefits?”

She shook her head still smiling.
“Sorry Vikram I do not want others to trade me. I trade myself.”

Vikram stood frozen unsure whether to laugh or back away.
Swathi continued with voice gentle but direct.

“We are like this. We are in an open marriage. 
He loves me most and I do the same. In the same house I have had sex with a few he never asked. This works for us.”

She adjusted the baby slightly with eyes never leaving Vikram’s.

“Do you forget I had a gay husband? And to relieve myself I hit some private pubs Krish met me and fell in love when I was hooking up with someone. Long story. You do not need to know it.”

She paused and then added:
“And for breast exposure if there was someone else maybe I would have hidden it. But you already saw me nude right? I mean when I and Krish were having sex you worked for my ex father-in-law as driver due to pressure you sneaked in and saw us. Nude. We had a chat right away. I almost thought you were gay then not interested in my body your eyes never scanned me in the wrong tone. 

One of the reasons I respected you a lot.”

Vikram swallowed hard. 
He remembered that night clearly the shock the awkward conversation how he had backed out fast.

Swathi’s voice softened.
“But the moment you landed here your eyes are hunting. I know you are changed.”

Vikram knew exactly what she was talking about. Yes he had changed.
Power pain betrayal revenge all of it had carved something harder inside him.

Swathi continued:
“Back then you never looked at any woman. Today it seems different. Does power change you so much?”

Vikram laughed short and bitter.

“You know what if you had not married after my marriage with Krish I would have slept with you for gratitude.”

Vikram laughed again startled.

“What?”
Swathi smiled.
“Yes.”

She shifted the baby to her shoulder burped her gently then set her in the crib.
Vikram now:
“Swathi I am not sure. I cannot see the old selfless Vikram. What I see here now is powerful attitude cunning and more hunting.”

Swathi looked at him with eyes narrowing slightly.

“I am sure you would take some ladies abusing your power.”
She said it like a joke light teasing.

But Vikram answered proudly.
“That is the one power can buy.”

Swathi was surprised. She looked at him with expression shifting from amusement to quiet disappointment.

She turned away reached for a simple half-sleeved gown from the chair slipped it on. 
The fabric was thin sleeveless giving a generous view of her cleavage and the curve of her thighs.

Vikram continued:
“Then why did you want me to relax in the house? All this sends me a wrong message.”

Swathi turned back with voice calm.
“I just wanted to speak with you share a lot of stories. Ever since you saved me and Krish we never really had a good time spending alone. You married. I married. Family business. I am all alone in Dubai and ever since I delivered a baby twenty months back I am all alone.”

She paused and then added:
“I also have something to speak with you other than that.”

She walked to the crib checked the baby then looked at Vikram.
“Come. I need to discuss.”

Vikram sat on the edge of the bed with eyes on her.

She expected him to follow her out to the living room to sit and talk properly.

When he did not move she understood.

Swathi walked closer stood in front of him pulled up her sleeveless gown dropped her breast and guided it to his mouth.

“Come this is what you wanted right?”

Vikram started biting aggressively with teeth grazing her nipple.


Swathi gasped and then said:
“Do not bite just suck.”

She moaned softly with fingers caressing his hair. She smiled down at him with voice teasing while he sucked.

“Do you even know what you are doing?
I am your friend’s wife. 
You are cheating Krish. 
I am cheating Krish.”

Vikram pulled back just enough to speak with lips wet with milk.
“All is fair in love and sex.”

He quickly removed his shirt and pants left only in his boxer briefs. His erection strained against the fabric.
He winked.
“It is a thrill. You should not feel bad.”

Swathi smiled with eyes gleaming.

“You are making me impure. Won’t I need to stay pure for him?”

Vikram pressed her breast hard with fingers digging into soft flesh.
“Your body may need it Swathi.”

Swathi smiled wider. Then she asked a question that hit him like ice water.
“Then why did you ask your wife Mirnaa to stay pure for you?”

Vikram froze with mouth still close to her breast eyes wide.
Swathi raised an eyebrow like it was a joke but her gaze was sharp.
The room suddenly felt too small.

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Chapter 107 – Swathi's advice


Dubai – Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Morning (continued)
Vikram sat motionless on the edge of the bed with Swathi's taste still lingering on his tongue. The milk was warm and sweet but now it felt heavy like guilt made liquid. Her gown hung loose around her shoulders and her breast remained partially exposed with dark nipple still wet but she made no move to cover herself. She stood in front of him calm and unflinching with eyes steady on his face.

Vikram's stomach twisted. Shame burned hot in his chest. 
Did she hear what he was saying to his phone last night?

Swathi spoke first with voice quiet and firm.
“I let you drink from me to begin this conversation.
 To let you feel the hypocrisy of what you said. You tasted what you forbid her to give anyone else.”

Vikram looked down at his hands with fingers still trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment.

Swathi continued:
“You wanted her to stay pure. Demanded it. While you yourself are here cheating your friend abusing the power you just received.”

Vikram realised she had heard his words last night

The words landed like stones in still water. 
Vikram flinched.

Swathi leaned forward slightly close enough that he could smell the faint jasmine on her skin.

“What happened to you Vikram? 
Why are you like this? 

Few minutes back you are proudly telling me you abused power to take ladies out there.
Back then whenever one eyed my body you never cared even when I was naked you never. I saw the power in your eyes the authority the honesty where it went all. You know your eyes tell me you are crooked ambitious and even worse. I am disappointed.”

Vikram could not move a bit.
He picked up his pants wored them on and put on his shirt.
He went out and sat on the couch.
Not because he could hate her confrontation, because he himself realised he is turning into someone else he never thought 

Swathi came twenty minutes later.

Both could not speak to each other. Swathi was little disappointed.


She said:

“Vikram I just wanted to speak with you and share our stories. 
But never thought you had a different view now and you needed me sexually? 

You know what but it did not shake me. 

What shook me is that you are shouting at your empty phone. 
Not just you turned into something... I did not expect but you made Mirnaa too? 
See I wish you to lead a great life. 

I do not know what happened to you what is the thing with Mirnaa. 

After a pause, Swathi seemed to assumed something bad on mirna.. she continued

But the one thing I know is whatever happening with Mirna you seem not interested in it I mean you have no say in it. 
Mirna turned into bitch after seeing some money and becoming rich?”

Vikram:
“Stop it Swathi what do you know about Mirnaa. She is pure she is innocent naive.”

Swathi:
“I heard every word you said last night you hugged him kissed him. Which wife does that to other man?”

Vikram saw her like have you not?.

Swathi said:
“Exclude me I am special.”

She laughed lightly. Vikram too a small.
The heated exchange turned light suddenly.

Swathi took his hand.
“If something is bothering tell me something you could not do it tell. I will show my gratitude this way.”

Vikram took a long moment. 

He had no friends he had no person to share his secrets to tell and seek validation. Earlier he had Sekaran but even to him he had not said it. When he was about to say he is no more. 

Now he had Swathi. He did not know if she would get him solution but he decided to speak his heart out. 
A lightness all he wanted.
He decided boldly to tell her.

Vikram:
“Swathi I traded Mirnaa.”

Swathi:
“What?”
Vikram:
“Yes to restart the empire to bring back Sekaran legacy I had to sacrifice a bit to do what I have envisioned. A revenge on Aadharsh.”

Vikram:
“But I did not sacrifice full she is still mine I have masterfully orchestrating things that are in my control.”

Swathi:
“What you did to her tell me fully.”

Vikram took a deep breath he started from the start.

How Sekaran end was how Vikram wanted a revenge by building back his empire how Bharath was lusting for Mirnaa even before Sekaran dead. Bharath was useful but I did not give her for simple deals I wanted him to be a double agent even Krish did not know. For being a double agent his demand was to date Mirnaa now they are in Goa. No one knows.

Swathi:
“What Goa how did she accept all these? To date kiss and things.”

Vikram explained all in detail how Bharath had a leverage about his secret past his affairs plus his high hand in deals. Then how he pushed Mirna strategically all.


After hearing it for twenty plus minutes Swathi head wobbled.

“You both manipulators twisted her into something awful shit. 
Is the revenge above your love? 
Are you that blind? 
See Sekaran is no more he is gone. What did you get by revenging Aadharsh? 

Vikram what have you done?”

Vikram realized it but it was too late.


Swathi took a deep breath.

Then she got clarity she asked:
“What is next? Do you think they are still in your control?”

Vikram:
“Should be.”

She then said:
“Maybe they already had sex.”

Vikram:
“What?”

Swathi:
“The pattern says no calls from her suddenly call me text all signs of her adultery and then guilt.”

Vikram:
“No way.”

Swathi:
“If that is so what will you do?”

Vikram:
“I will finish him.”

Swathi:
“Then will you be happy with her? Won't Mirna see your dark side without even telling him?”

Vikram looked at her.

Swathi:
“First you need to find a way to keep him away from your family 
then one day you need to tell everything about you to her. 
Do not hide do not run.”

Vikram listened.

But before that my intuition says you need to be prepared for what you not wished.

Vikram:
“You think they had sex?”

Swathi:
“100 percent as I said earlier.”

Vikram hands moved to his head.

Swathi saw an uneasy Vikram now. His hands trembling.
Swathi hands reached his head and said:

“I am not saying this to instigate or mock you. 
I am telling this to be well prepared and handle the situation from there.”

Swathi:“Vikram imagine we have cheated Krish and I am someone like Mirna. You made me cheat by playing some tricks and I think Krish knows all along. What would you expect my husband to do with me?”

Vikram:
“He would take pistol and point at both of us.”

Swathi:
“Idiot that is not what I asked. What do you think I would expect that everything can be normal back?”

Vikram:
“Normal? How could it be normal you cheated him.”

Swathi: “Because I believe Krish knows this I believe Krish wanted this for our betterment of sexual life and desire. 
How would I know Krish never contended for it and it is only a deal.”

Vikram puzzled.

Swathi:
“Imagine if Krish said why did you cheat me to me I never know it I was being played for a power game. Imagine the mindset , mental state, turmoil, trauma... wont i get  mentally get affected? Psychologically drained?”


Swathi then said:
“This is the exact case with Mirna she never knew you did not want it she believed you are allowing them for gratitude. 
And you are contesting her if she is okay to have sex with Bharath. 

She will not just feel being played for power struggle. 
She will feel like used. 
She will feel betrayed. 
She will lose trust on humans being. 

It is complicated than you think Vikram.”


Vikram: “Wont a woman know her place even if pushed by husband”

Swathi:
“Stop it Vikram. You brainwashed her. It is you who pushed. Every human has desire some may be hidden some are out there you gave her all reasons to go. Now you wanted her to behave?”

Swathi:
“Do you even realise what you have done?”

Vikram eyes teared. He knew he made a blunder a mistake.

Come out of your idiotic hypocrisies, and looking practically...

Your action may break her completely or destroy her. 

If you don't want her in life do what ever you want, 

If you care for her. Then first recover her from him, don't break her mental state, go along with her and slowly change her and get her in your control.. Once you recover her.. tell me, i will ask krish to deal bharath. By the time you would have completed all that should be done with aadahrsh there. 

Vikram nodded: What should i do, should i call her now.



Swathi said: Calm Down, take it slow.. we need to speak and fix words.

“We have to be careful about it. First let us phone her tonight.

Do not let her know you never consented to them 
do not let her know you played with her 
do not let her know you traded her for power. 

Talk to her see what she is up to, i mean the scenario in goa

 if she said she had sex but she fear 
- tell her that is okay you need not continue. 

If she says she likes it then 
- tell her our gratitude is done let us slowly withdraw. You need to talk her slow how this would affect a family!”


“If she say he is forcing
-  that is only place you need to react otherwise do not scold her. 

Just accept her for what she has done. Give her confidence. But never send her to that path again. Protect her.”


Vikram lifted his eyes meeting hers.
Swathi's gaze softened but only a little.

“I am in an open relationship. I will not be emotionally invested. But Mirnaa would be. That is why I say it is not a thing for her. Just get her back. Do not throw your tantrum on her. Call them later. Message her she will react. Calmly speak with her. You are fooling yourself by telling yourself nothing happened.”

Vikram swallowed hard.

Accept her. Protect her. Take control later.

Vikram exhaled long and shaky.

Swathi watched him patient waiting.
He finally spoke with voice rough.

“I do not know how to do this. I do not know how to accept it.”

Swathi reached out placed her hand on his shoulder gentle but firm.

“You start by breathing. Then you call her tonight. I will join you. Then you listen. Then you decide what kind of man you want to be. Man who accepts accepts and change things or a man who is going to freak out and complicate.”


Vikram thought for a second and said.. 

Bharath seemed to have overstepped a lot 
during phone call i will get a clarity
i wont leave him to you guys, i know how to punsih him..