Recap: Vikram surprised Sana with a dream home of hers.
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Vikram was always on edge whenever he saw Sana walking around with her big baby bump. He never let go of her hand, ensuring she had his support every time she stood up or moved.
“Vikky, why do you react like this? Why are you so scared even when we’re at home?” Sana asked, rolling her eyes at his constant fussing.
Vikram let out a deep sigh. “You wouldn’t understand my fears, Sana. Every time I see you walking around, I feel like my heart is stuck in my throat.”
“Whatever,” she said, shaking her head. “Now tell me, don’t you have an office to take care of? Why are you following me around all day?”
“Nothing is more important than you, love,” Vikram said sincerely.
Sana placed her hands on her hips. “No, my dear husband. If you focus on your work now, you can spend more time with me and our baby after delivery.”
Vikram frowned. “You have a point, but how can I leave you now? I won’t be at peace leaving you alone, Sana.”
“We have Amudha Mom, my brother, and sister-in-law at home. They will take care of me. Why are you so worried?”
Before Vikram could respond, Pugazh and Pranitha arrived, settling beside them.
“Sana, what’s your beloved husband saying now?” Pugazh teased.
Sana sighed. “He doesn’t want to leave for the office. It seems like he’s sworn to follow me around 24/7.”
Pugazh turned to Vikram with a smirk. “Vikram, don’t you trust us to take care of Sana?”
Vikram scowled. “Stop talking nonsense. I never meant that.”
Pranitha chimed in. “Bro, we will take care of her. Go to the office and handle your business.”
Still hesitant, Vikram glanced at Sana, clearly reluctant to leave.
“Man, you can trust us,” Pugazh assured him.
Vikram exhaled. “Fine, I’ll take care of some work and be back as soon as possible.”
“Good,” Sana smiled. “And don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine with everyone at home.”
“Do you want me to take you to our room to rest before I leave?” Vikram asked.
“Hey! She’s my sister. If she needs rest, I’ll take care of her. You get lost now,” Pugazh teased.
Vikram shot him a glare. “I know you’ll take care of her, but what if she wants to go back to our room to rest?”
“I’ll carry her myself. Now go before I kick you out,” Pugazh laughed.
Sana chuckled at their banter while Vikram reluctantly got up. Before leaving, he turned to Pranitha. “Mom was calling you. Go check on her.”
Pranitha nodded and left. Vikram then looked at Pugazh. “I need your help. Can you get me the blue file from my study?”
Pugazh hummed and walked away. The moment he was gone, Vikram seized the chance and pressed a kiss to Sana’s cheek, quickly pecking her lips.
“Vikram!” Sana gasped, looking around. “What are you up to? Someone could walk in on us!”
“Stop worrying about that and tell me, don’t you have any intention of giving me something in return?” he teased.
Sana glared at him. “I will kill you, Vikky. Get going before someone sees us!”
Just then, Pugazh and Pranitha returned and sat down without a word.
Vikram raised a brow. “Where’s the file?”
Pugazh smirked. “Do I look crazy to you? Did you really think I didn’t know why you sent me away?”
Pranitha giggled. “Even I met Mom, bro.”
Vikram scratched his head sheepishly and quickly bid them goodbye before leaving the house. Once outside, he called his PA.
“Sir, good morning,” the PA greeted.
“I have two hours. Got it?” Vikram said, his tone firm.
“Yes, sir. I’ll wait for you.”
Vikram instructed the driver on the destination. In the next thirty minutes, he arrived at an old garage where his PA was waiting for him.
“Did you take care of everything I instructed?” Vikram asked.
“Everything is done, sir,” the PA confirmed.
“Where is that woman?”
“She’s locked in a room in the backyard.”
“Did you call the people I wanted here?”
The PA nodded, and Vikram entered the garage. Inside, three men were handcuffed, beaten blue and black. Guards stood around them, their presence intimidating. One of the guards dragged a man forward and shoved him at Vikram’s feet.
Vikram slapped him across the face before landing a punch on his nose, mouth, and stomach. Blood oozed from his wounds.
“How dare you?” Vikram seethed. “You bastard, how dare you try to kill my wife?”
“Sir, no… please…” the man begged. “I didn’t know she was your wife when I took the job. Please forgive me!”
Vikram let out a cold chuckle. “Oh, so now you expect me to trust you?”
“Yes, sir. I swear I’ll never appear before you again.”
“You tried to kill my wife, and you think I’ll let you go that easily?”
Vikram stormed forward, his fists clenched, rage burning in his eyes. Without a word, he launched himself at the two men, thrashing them mercilessly. Every punch, every kick carried the weight of his frustration, his fury. The men groaned in pain, begging for mercy.
One of them, his face bloodied, gasped, “Sir, please leave us! We didn’t know we were messing with you, or we would have never taken this job!”
Vikram’s gaze darkened as he stepped toward the first man, gripping his collar.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” His voice was cold, measured. “The one who followed my wife at the temple? You thought I wouldn’t notice the knife you had hidden beneath your shirt?”
Before the man could answer, Vikram’s fist crashed into his face. Again. And again. The man barely remained on his feet before Vikram shoved him aside and turned to the next one.
“And you…” Vikram sneered. “What did you do? You dared to mix poison in the sweet boxes meant for the orphanage? And then… you had the audacity to pull out a pistol to kill my wife?” He grabbed the man’s collar, dragging him closer. “You bloody, I should kill you and leave no evidence.”
Without hesitation, Vikram pulled out his pistol and shoved it into the man’s mouth. The man trembled violently, his breath coming in terrified gasps. His eyes pleaded for mercy, but Vikram’s face remained impassive.
Then, as if remembering something, Vikram shifted his attention to the third man. His expression changed, amusement flickered in his eyes.
“Hello, mister. I like you a lot. Aren’t you curious to know why?”
The man shook his head frantically, falling to his knees. “Sir… please! Forgive me! Let me go! I’m really sorry!”
Vikram chuckled darkly. “What is this, huh? Those two bastards planned to kill my wife. Tell me, how could I survive without her?” He tilted his head, his tone mocking. “But you… you are special. You made a clear plan to kill me. That’s why I like you more than those fuckards.”
The man looked at him in confusion, his body trembling.
Vikram smirked. “Are you confused? It’s simple. If I die along with my wife, I don’t have to worry about anything. I have no reason to live without her.”
He crouched in front of the man, his voice turning eerily calm. “Though your plan was old, it’s still in trend. Idiot, before you decided to cut the brake wire, you should have at least checked the model of the car I use. You should have studied its safety features. But you got caught because of your stupidity.”
The men clung to each other in fear. One of them stammered, “Sir… please! Let us go! We’ll tell you everything! We’ll reveal who sent us! We are just pawns in this!”
Vikram let out a scoff. “I don’t need you bastards to tell me who it is. I already know. And I will handle that person myself.”
His fingers curled around a thick wooden log lying nearby. Without hesitation, he swung it, the sound of cracking bones echoing through the space. The men screamed in agony as he continued beating them, his fury unrelenting.
It took his PA and guards to hold him back, their combined strength barely managing to pull him away.
“Sir, please! Don’t kill them!” his PA pleaded. “Did you forget what you said?”
Vikram exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around the log before he finally let go. His eyes still burned with fury, but his voice was steady when he spoke.
“No, I haven’t forgotten. I’m waiting to carry my baby in my arms. Until then, I won’t stain my hands by killing anyone.” His gaze flickered to the men, now barely able to move. “I won’t kill you bastards… not until I hold my princess.”
He turned to his guards. “Take care of them. Show them hell. But don’t take their lives.”
The guards nodded, dragging the half-conscious men away.
His PA stepped forward, whispering, “Sir, let’s go to the backyard. The lady is locked in a room.”
Vikram ran a hand through his hair, his expression hardening. “Let’s go.
Vikram and his PA walked toward the room in the backyard, where a woman was held hostage. The air inside was heavy with tension, the dim light casting eerie shadows on the walls. As they stepped in, the woman’s eyes lit up with hope.
“Hello, aunty. How are you? Long time no see?” Vikram greeted, his voice laced with mockery.
The woman, startled, rushed toward him. “Vikram! You’re here! Please rescue me, son. This man has kept me hostage here!”
Vikram let out a short laugh. “Rescue you? How funny. It was me who ordered him to keep you here.”
The color drained from her face. “What? Vikram, you idiot! How could you do this? I’m your aunt! Why did you kidnap me?”
Vikram crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. “Don’t you know the reason? Come on, aunty, don’t be silly.”
“Vikram, I swear, I haven’t done anything!” she protested, her voice trembling.
Vikram smirked. “Is that so? In that case, let me give you a gift. If you accept it, maybe I’ll release you.”
Her eyes darted around nervously. “O-Okay. I’ll accept it. Now, let me go.”
Vikram raised a brow. “Don’t be in such a hurry. Take a look at the gift first.”
He signaled to his PA, who stepped forward with a small bowl and placed it in front of her.
“You see, I have some special sandal paste. Your job is simple— take some from the bowl and smear it on your face and hands. That’s it. Once you do that, the door will be open for you to leave.”
Her face contorted in fear. “No… no… I can’t do this.”
Vikram frowned. “Why are you scared? This is just sandal paste, my dear aunty.”
She shook her head violently. “No… no… I will not!”
Vikram let out a mocking sigh. “How could you go back on your words, aunty? You just agreed to accept what I have for you, and now you’re refusing?”
“No, Vikram! I… I hate the smell of sandal!” she blurted out.
Vikram leaned in slightly, his voice turning sharp. “It’s okay if you hate the smell. Just smear a little, and I’ll let you go.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “No, Vikram… please… I’m your aunt. Have some mercy.”
Vikram picked up the bowl, tilting it toward her as if he was about to throw the paste. She shrieked in fear, covering her face with her hands.
A cruel smile tugged at Vikram’s lips. “You knew the chemical that was mixed in this… and yet, you gave it to my wife?” His voice dropped, each word dripping with venom. “Now tell me… what should I do with you?”
The woman fell to her knees. “I’m sorry, Vikram! Please forgive me! I swear, I’ll never do this again!”
Vikram ignored her pleas and turned to his PA. “Call him in.”
The PA nodded and opened the door. Moments later, an older man—her husband—entered the room, his gaze fixed on the floor.
Without a word, Vikram placed a stack of papers on the table.
“Sign these papers, and I’ll let you go.”
The woman’s eyes darted toward them. “What are these papers?”
Vikram smirked. “I’ve transferred all your wealth to various orphanages.”
She gasped. “What? What will we do if you give away everything?”
Vikram’s expression hardened. “Go beg for food and clothes. That’s all you deserve.”
Tears streamed down her face as she clasped her hands together. “Vikram, please… have mercy. Let us go. Please!”
Vikram turned to her husband. “Mr. Uncle, either sign the papers, or I’ll simply kill you both. And trust me, your bodies will make excellent fertilizer for the plants in my garden.”
He placed his gun on the table and shrugged, leaving them to decide.
The couple exchanged a horrified glance. Trembling, they picked up the papers and signed them.
Vikram took the documents, handing them to his PA. “Register these immediately and ensure they reach the orphanages. As for them…” he glanced at the cowering couple, “dump them in our vehicle. Keep it roaming around the country and throw them off at some unknown location.”
His PA nodded in understanding.
Vikram then glanced down at his shirt, stained with blood. Disgusted, he muttered, “Get me a shirt. I can’t go home in this.”
He walked out of the garage, changed into a fresh shirt, and got into his car. Without looking back, he drove home, leaving behind nothing but silence… and the stench of fear.
Later that evening, Vikram returned home looking for Sana. “Sana! Sana, baby!”
“Stop screaming,” Amudha scolded. “She’s in the multimedia room with Pugazh and Pranitha, watching a movie.”
Vikram rushed inside, only to find the trio completely engrossed in the film. He huffed. “You people are so cruel. You didn’t even notice me walk in!”
Sana turned to him with a smile. “Vikky, you’re home already?”
He sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her. “Why are you wearing a different shirt?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Coffee spilled on my shirt, love. Had to change.”
A knowing look passed between Vikram and Pugazh, but no words were exchanged.
Later that night, Vikram fed Sana her favorite blackcurrant ice cream. As she ate, she gasped. “Vikky! The baby is kicking so much! I think she loves it!”
Vikram placed a hand on her belly, feeling the tiny movements. “Princess, do you like the ice cream? You’re just like your mom. Daddy loves you both so much.”
A week passed, and everyone in the household watched over Sana closely. Vikram was more concerned than ever, always by her side. The doctor’s words rang in his ears, she could go into labor at any moment now. And he would be right there, ready.
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