Recap: Vikram and Sana weekend time at beach house
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Vikram’s unwavering love and gentle care gradually helped Sana break free from her insecurities. Though the shadows of her past still lingered faintly, she had begun to feel lighter—happier. Vikram, despite being burdened by office pressure and the relentless hunt for the person who aided Sam, always made time for Sana and their daughter Sara. He made it a rule—whatever storm raged in his mind, it would never touch the peace of his home. For his angels, he was all smiles.
With Sara becoming more active, their private moments were rare. But stolen kisses, long night talks, and quiet touches wrapped their lives in a soft, magical glow.
Meanwhile, Pugazh and Rakshat were assisting Vikram in finding the mastermind behind Sam, but so far, there were no leads—not even from Sam or Priyanka.
Vikram, increasingly frustrated, decided to visit the prison. Accompanied by Pugazh and Rakshat, he sat in the cold confession room, waiting.
Sam was escorted in, smirking slightly as he saw them.
“Why are you men here?” Sam asked, voice laced with sarcasm.
“We’re here to gift you something,” Vikram replied, calm yet firm.
“Wow, a gift? Fine, go ahead.”
Vikram leaned forward. “Who is the person who helped you with everything?”
Sam shrugged. “I won’t reveal anything.”
“I’ll give you one chance. Tell me who it is.”
“No.”
Vikram turned to Rakshat and gave him a silent signal.
Rakshat stepped forward. “Do you want to watch a live video?”
Sam frowned. “What video?”
Rakshat played a clip. It showed Priyanka tied up, panic in her eyes, as another female prisoner held a knife close to her neck.
Vikram’s voice was low, threatening. “Just one call… and your so-called bitch wife loses her life. I won’t even flinch about breaking the law for my Sana.”
“You won’t do that…” Sam hissed.
Vikram’s eyes darkened. “How do I look to you? Do I seem like I’m kidding? For my Sana, I would go to any extent. And she,” he pointed to the screen, “is nothing but dirt I’d wipe off without a second thought. Pugazh, call her.”
Pugazh called the woman holding the knife.
“Give us a short play,” he instructed.
“Seri sir,” came the response. The woman made a small cut on Priyanka’s neck and a deeper one on her arm. Priyanka whimpered, her mouth gagged with cloth.
“Leave her!” Sam screamed. “I’ll kill you guys! Leave her!”
“You’ll kill us?” Vikram laughed coldly. “Funny. Now, if you don’t tell me who helped you, be ready to lose her. You’ve got ten seconds.”
Pugazh began counting down. “Ten… nine… eight…”
At two, Sam broke.
“Fine! I’ll tell you… just leave her!”
“First, talk,” Vikram snapped.
“I don’t know who he is. I’ve never met him. Even Priyanka hasn’t.”
Vikram slapped him hard across the face.
“Believe me!” Sam cried. “Nothing matters to me more than Priyanka.”
“You don’t know him, but you worked for him?” Pugazh asked.
Sam nodded. “Yes. Believe me.”
“How did you contact him?” Vikram asked.
“I didn’t. He called me one day while I was in college. He said he knew about Priya’s parents’ death and had proof. He promised to help close the case as an accident.”
“Why did he want to help you?”
“I didn’t know at first. Later, he told me… he’s doing it all to get Sana.”
Vikram’s fists clenched in rage.
“How did you keep in touch?”
“He always contacted us. We couldn’t trace his number. He changed locations often. He sent us blank papers—we got them signed by Sana’s dad.”
“How did you return the documents?”
“He’d give us a location. Once, we dropped them off in the children’s park play area in Adyar.”
“When did he last call you?”
“The day I got arrested. He wanted me to bring Sana, make her unconscious, and wait for further instructions.”
Vikram’s fury boiled over. He kicked Sam hard.
“Bloody… how dare you think of kidnapping her!”
Rakshat pulled Vikram back and slapped Sam himself.
“Leave her! I’ve told you everything I know!” Sam shouted, desperate.
“Pugazh, let her go,” Vikram said flatly.
Pugazh made a call and informed the woman to release Priyanka.
Vikram stood before Sam. “Do you know why I’m keeping you alive? Just to trap that bastard. Until then, stay alive.”
The trio walked out, Vikram’s jaw set tight. Once in the car, he called his private detective and passed on the gathered details.
“We’ll get him soon, Vikram. Don’t worry,” Rakshat reassured.
“Definitely. But what’s he planning with those signed papers? They’re useless to him.”
“Maybe,” Rakshat smirked, “he doesn’t know your father-in-law’s situation.”
The three chuckled and headed to Vikram’s office.
Sharath greeted them at the door. “Sir, I’ve got important news.”
“Go on,” Vikram said.
“The International Business Solutions Ltd has announced their next project. The deal will be finalized based on a presentation from competing companies.”
“That’s good. When and where?”
“At their headquarters in London. We’ve got twenty days.”
“Great work, Sharath. Schedule the meeting. Get all the department heads.”
“Yes sir.”
Pugazh patted Vikram on the shoulder. “You carry on with the meeting. We’ll take our leave.”
“Alright. Catch up soon.”
After they left, Vikram addressed his team.
“You all must’ve received the project details. I know I’ve got the best team—give it your best and get the presentation ready within a week. We must seal this deal. Got it?”
“Yes sir!” the team responded in unison.
Sharath stepped in. “This project will bring us massive global exposure. But competition is fierce.”
“Who’s representing Vikram Groups?” Vikram asked. “Any volunteers?”
Sharath glanced at his tablet. “Sir, the clause requires the CEO’s presence. So… you’ll have to fly to London.”
“What’s the plan?”
“You’ll need to stay three days. Ms. Nisha, our project head, will accompany you.”
Vikram turned to Nisha. “Get the presentation ready—but not before I approve it.”
“Sure, sir,” Nisha replied.
“Sharath, handle the travel arrangements.”
“Shall I schedule your private jet?”
“Of course. My angels need to fly in style.”
Nisha raised an eyebrow. “Sir, this is an official trip…”
“Does that bother you, Ms. Nisha?”
“No sir… just asking. So, about my travel—shall I come with you, or…?”
“Sharath, you go with her. Leave a day later.”
“Okay sir,” Sharath nodded.
“Good. That’s settled. Meeting adjourned.”
Vikram left the conference room and headed home.
At home, Sara was giggling as she played with Pugazh.
“Sara, my princess,” Vikram smiled, kneeling beside her.
The little girl ran into his arms, signaling to be lifted.
He scooped her up and spun her around, earning peals of laughter. He kissed her chubby cheeks.
“Where’s Sana?” he asked.
“She’s with Pranitha,” Pugazh replied. “By the way, how was the meeting?”
“New project. We’re heading to London. All of us.”
Amudha, from the hallway, spoke up. “You all go. I’ll visit our native place. It’s been long, and flights don’t suit me.”
“Alright, Mom. If that’s more comfortable, I won’t force you.”
Turning to Pugazh, he added, “Come to the office tomorrow. I’ve got something important to discuss.”
“Sure. Now, give Sara to me,” Pugazh smiled, reaching out.
Vikram walked into the room and saw Sana and Pranitha huddled over the laptop.
“What are you two looking at?” he asked.
Pranitha laughed. “What else? K-dramas, of course.”
“Carry on, then,” Vikram chuckled, grabbing a pair of tracks before heading to the shower.
Pranitha stood. “Sana, we’ll catch up later.”
Sana nodded. After Pranitha left, she locked the door. Moments later, Vikram emerged from the bathroom.
“Has Pranitha left?” Vikram asked, stepping into the room, his damp hair tousled from the shower, towel slung over one shoulder.
Sana glanced up from the bed, where she was folding some clothes. “Hmm… yes, darling,” she replied with a soft smile.
Vikram arched a brow, walking toward her with slow, deliberate steps. “Do I sense that my wife is in a romantic mood tonight?”
Sana rolled her eyes playfully. “Nope.”
He smirked. “Yeah, yeah… whatever helps you sleep at night.” In one smooth motion, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her into a warm, teasing hug.
He lowered his lips near her ear, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Hey, wifey… it’s been a long time. Have some mercy on me.”
She burst into giggles, playfully swatting at his arms. “What? No way!”
“You cruel woman… please, baby,” he said, feigning a dramatic sigh.
She turned in his arms, resting her hands on his chest. “Let’s see… first, tell me how your day was.”
Vikram kissed the tip of her nose. “It was good. There’s a new project. We have to go to London.”
Her eyes lit up. “When are we going?”
“In fifteen days.”
She tilted her head. “Why we? You’ll be swamped with work. What will I even do there?”
He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I need energy to work, sweetheart—and for that, I need you by my side.”
Sana laughed, shaking her head. “God, you’re hopeless, Vikky.”
“And you’re irresistible.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, lingering just long enough to make her heart flutter.
Pulling back slightly, he gave her a mischievous smile. “So… will I get something tonight?”
She narrowed her eyes at him, clearly enjoying the game. “Depends entirely on Sara’s sleeping schedule.”
Without warning, Vikram lifted her effortlessly into the air, spinning her around with a joyful laugh. Sana squealed, laughing as she clung to his shoulders.
“Then let’s put our princess to sleep quickly,” he whispered, as he set her down gently, their foreheads resting against each other, breath mingling.
Their laughter faded into soft smiles… the night still young, and love quietly blooming between them.
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