Adultery A Husband and Wife’s Playful Texts Turn Into a Complicated Affair

[RCF]

At this point, Jay has to leave Nikita alone. He is doing more damage to himself and this marriage by pursuing her over and over as every move he is making is only showing his desperation and projecting it as insecurity rather than his love.

Its inevitable at this point that Jay cannot steer Nikitha away from Tharun so natural progression is for the new couple to explore everything including emotions and sex as well which would probably giver proper ground for Nikitha to choose right person. When she experiences new feelings with Tharun would that show her that Tharun is her man or would that show her that this experience would have been the love that she always craved from Jay.

Even after getting all that if she couldn't forget or her emotions still revolve around Jay and she wants this from Jay rather than Tharun then there will be a path for her to bond again with Jay but question is would it be too late for her or would Jay be still around or in this path she would break his heart too harshly where she would lose Jay remains to be seen....


~RCF

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 36: The Morning After


The morning light felt colder than usual.

Nikitha woke up with a heavy chest. Guilt had settled over her like a thick blanket. She replayed last night’s words in her head again and again. Was I too harsh? Did I go too far?

But beneath the guilt lay something sharper — a deep, lingering pain. Jay’s words from the night before kept echoing:

“I don’t know how to calm you down… how to pacify you…”

That single sentence had broken something inside her. After everything they had been through together, after years of living as husband and wife, he still didn’t know how to love her properly. She felt invisible. Like she was just… there. Convenient. Useful. But never truly seen.

She glanced at Jay, who was slowly stirring. Without a word, she slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen. Like every other morning, she prepared breakfast — simple upma and coffee. She ironed his shirt with practiced care, folding it neatly on the chair.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered what his world would look like without her. He didn’t know how to cook properly. He rarely ironed his own clothes. She had been doing these small things for years without complaint. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she wiped them away quickly. As long as I’m here, I’ll do it, she thought bitterly. For everything he has done for me… and for everything he hasn’t.

---

Jay hadn’t slept much. He lay awake the entire night, replaying every word Nikitha had thrown at him.

“I want to be loved.”

The sentence kept ringing in his ears like a painful alarm. Why was she bringing up Anjali again and again? If she had been hurting for so long, why hadn’t she said anything earlier? Had he really taken her for granted this badly? Or was she collecting reasons just to justify moving toward Tharun?

The smell of breakfast wafted from the kitchen. She was still cooking for him. Still taking care of him. That realization made his chest tighten even more.
She endured so much… and I never saw it.

---

They ate breakfast in near-total silence. The clinking of spoons felt deafening. Neither wanted to be the first to speak.

Finally, after finishing his plate, Jay gathered courage. He picked up his car keys but stopped at the door when Nikitha moved to follow.

“Wait,” he said softly. “Ten minutes. We should talk. I’m ready to listen. Tell me… what should I do? What does ‘feeling loved’ actually mean to you?”
His eyes searched hers — honest, pleading, desperate for one last chance.

Nikitha paused, looking at him. For a brief second, something softened in her expression.

Before she could reply, the doorbell rang loudly from upstairs.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
Both their eyes widened in shock. They knew exactly who it was.
Nikitha’s face hardened. She took a deep breath.
“I said everything last night. Just recall it,” she said quietly. “But I fear I’ve moved far from fixing this.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked toward the external stairs leading to the upper entrance.

Jay stood frozen in the living room. He could hear everything clearly.
Tharun’s cheerful voice floated down:

“Wifey! Good morning. Ready for our first official date? We’re going to the office a little late today. I’ve already picked a destination to buy a dress for you. for the special Date”

The door clicked shut.

Jay stood there, completely still, as if someone had knocked the wind out of him. The words kept ringing in his head on loop:

“I said everything… last night, last week, if you really care, recall it, it has answer in it, i feel tiered telling hinting again and again, love is not something comes as dictate.. … anyway I fear I’ve moved far from fixing…”

He slowly sank back into the chair at the dining table, staring blankly at the wall. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the edge of the table.

By 11:30 AM, Nikitha and Tharun reached the office together.

As they walked in side by side, Sharmi, who was standing near the entrance with a coffee cup, raised an eyebrow.


“Wow… already hanging out with the new permanent manager?” she teased, voice playful at first. “What’s going on? Client pitching this early?”

Nikitha maintained a calm, professional smile.



“Yes. Important client meeting,” she replied smoothly.

Sharmi’s tone shifted from playful to slightly serious. “Oh…”



Before anything more could be said, Jay stepped out of his cabin holding a tablet. His voice carried across the floor with surprising steadiness.



“Team, a new proposal has been sent to everyone. Please check your mails. We’re exploring one more game concept based on the success of the last launch.”

Sharmi’s eyes lit up. She clapped her hands dramatically.



“Wow! Look at our new promoted seniors shining! Jay sir is already sending proposals for a new game, and Tharun sir along with our own Nikki are going out for important client meets. Our floor is shining bright!”



A few others joined in with light applause and cheers.



Nikitha felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She kept her head slightly lowered, knowing the real reason behind her outside visit with Tharun, to buy her a elegant dress for date. Tharun, on the other hand, stayed composed and walked straight into his cabin without reacting.



Inside, guilt gnawed at her.



After all, I was his wife… and here I am, roaming with another man, creating client meet drama in front of everyone.



One part of her scolded herself harshly: Stop cheating yourself, Nikitha. You’ve done enough for Jay. If he couldn’t reciprocate, if he couldn’t honor what you needed, the issue is not yours. You need to move on. Try with Tharun… or someone else. Going back to Jay won’t give you anything.



But her heart didn’t listen to that voice.

Her eyes instinctively searched for Jay.



He was already back at his desk, eyes glued to his screen, completely focused on the new proposal. Calm. Professional. Unbothered.



She expected disappointment. Pain. Anger. Maybe even a glare.

But there was none.



The entire day, she kept stealing glances at him. Strangely, the more she saw him working with quiet determination, the more unsettled she felt.



If he is really accepting this and moving on… it’s fine. You should too.

This can’t continue, her inner voice kept repeating.


Yet every time she tried to focus on her own tasks, her gaze drifted back toward Jay’s cabin.

The silence in the house felt suffocating.

[Hornytamilan23]

Fellow xossipians,

So

Nikitha + Jay

Let's stop pretending Jay single-handedly drove this ship into an iceberg. Yes, he sabotaged it beyond repair, but Nikitha isn't exactly a beacon of emotional wisdom either. Both have enough grey shades to qualify as a storm cloud. One made mistakes, the other enabled them. Nobody gets a halo here.


---

Nikitha + Tharun

Unlike Gowtham and Sneha, this actually has the potential to become something stable. The keyword being potential. Of course, that depends on whether Nikitha has truly moved on or is still carrying around a suitcase full of unresolved Jay-related baggage. If Jay still occupies premium real estate in her head, then good luck to Tharun.


---

Jay + Anjali

Anjali is the happy-go-lucky type. She'll probably find a way to enjoy life regardless of who is standing next to her. But if we're being realistic, Jay would most likely use her as a distraction rather than a destination. Fun? Maybe. Meaningful? Probably not. Next.


---

Jay + XYZ

Why is everyone acting like Nikitha is the only person entitled to a happy ending? Jay isn't some cartoon villain twirling his moustache while plotting emotional destruction. He has flaws, plenty of them, but he's not a crook. He's capable of loyalty, sacrifice, and maybe even genuine love if the right person walks into his life. Shocking concept, I know.


---

Tharun + XYZ

This is where the ending really gets decided.

Because let's not pretend Tharun is some relationship guru either. The man is perfectly willing to play with fire while supposedly committed to a long-distance relationship. So whether he grows up, crashes and burns, or somehow stumbles into maturity will determine how this story ultimately lands.


---

New Characters / Corporate Drama

Please. No.

Every time a story starts losing direction, someone suggests introducing three new characters, two secret cousins, a billionaire CEO, and a corporate conspiracy. Before you know it, we're reading a completely different novel.

The existing characters already have enough emotional damage and poor decision-making skills to carry the plot. No reinforcements needed.


---

Heygi + HeygiWriter

This is the real power couple.

Whenever Heygi stops listening to twenty-seven different theories and simply writes the story he wants to write, the result is always better. The best chapters usually come when the writer disappears into his own world and lets the characters speak for themselves.


---

Heygi + Readers

Now for the most important relationship.

Dear Heygi, silence the noise.

Readers are great. Discussions are great. Theories are great.

But the moment a writer starts steering the story because of every comment, prediction, complaint, or emotional blackmail attempt from readers, the story starts losing its soul. One tiny change here, another adjustment there, and six chapters later the entire plot is driving through a ditch wondering what happened.

You've already learned that lesson.

Write the story you planned to write.

Let readers complain, celebrate, panic, argue, and write essays in the comments. That's their job.

Your job is to tell the story.


---

And finally, a gentle reminder:

This is, after all, a forum for sex stories.

So between all the emotional trauma, relationship analysis, character studies, moral ambiguity, heartbreak, redemption arcs, and philosophical debates...

Kindly remember the original mission.

Every now and then, make sure the plot moves forward.

And by "plot," you know exactly what I mean, make some dick raising scenes..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 37: The Breaking Point


The evening at 5.30 parking lot was nearly empty by the time Jay reached his car.

Nikitha was already standing there, holding a sleek dress cover in her hands. Tharun stood beside her, looking relaxed and confident.
Tharun spotted Jay and walked over with a broad smile. Without warning, he pulled Jay into a tight hug.

“Man, thank you,” Tharun said warmly. “You’re one of the real reasons I’m going to date Nikitha. This beauty right here.”
Nikitha’s face dropped instantly. She looked down, embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Tharun continued, still holding the hug, “Niki, you don’t know this — I actually forced you into the core team just so I could get closer to you. And look… it worked.” He pulled back and grinned. “I’ll drop my angel at your house. I’ll pick her up at 6:30.”

He leaned closer to Jay’s ear and whispered, “Maybe tonight she won’t come back at all.”
Everything inside Jay turned red.
Nikitha felt a spike of panic. He would turn into a monster if someone threatens him like this.

Tharun turned toward Nikitha with a charming smile. Suddenly, Jay stepped forward and slapped Tharun hard on the back with both hands — a loud, stinging sound.
“Ahhh!” Tharun stumbled forward, startled.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, rubbing his back.
Jay forced a smile. “Congrats, buddy. Old college way of congratulating someone when they pick their woman. I’m waiting for you to pick someone soon. I’ll return the favor.”

Both men laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off. But the tension in the air was thick.

For a second, Nikitha felt like a war was about to break out because of her. She looked at both men — Jay, well-built but not overly muscular, clean-shaven; Tharun, slightly more defined, with that commanding presence. It was the first time she had really compared their bodies so openly. Shit, she thought to herself.

Tharun gave a final nod. “Take care,” he said and walked away.

---

Nikitha sat in the passenger seat of Jay’s car. The moment they got on the main road, she turned on him furiously.

“What the hell did you try to do to Tharun?” she snapped. “Did you ever try to prove your machoism like that before? If you behave like this again, I will never see your face!”

Jay’s grip tightened on the steering wheel.

“Then what did you want me to do?” he shot back, voice rising. 
“Just smile and congratulate him while he whispers that he’s going to fuck my wife tonight?”

He punched the steering wheel hard. A sharp horn blared.
Nikitha flinched at the sudden outburst.

“Why are you behaving this way?” she asked, voice shaking.
Did he know you are my real husband?

Jay said, he doesn't know but you and i know we are husband and wife right?
“You want me to stay calm and watch someone fuck my wife? 

Jay’s voice cracked with pain and rage.

Nikitha’s eyes flashed.
“Didn’t I watch the same thing?” Stay calm and watch. 

she countered sharply. “You fucking someone else — not behind closed doors, but in the storage room, in front of the entire floor in broad daylight? 

No one even knew you were my husband, yet you felt pain when just one person knows your wife is involved with someone, even in that case someone and the one person are one and the same.

What about me? More than 50 people watched my husband screwing someone.
How do you think I felt? Should I have jumped and beaten Anjali like you almost did today?”

She laughed bitterly.

“You know what’s funny? Anjali and I still speak normally even after knowing everything. When men do it, they’re called playboys. When women do it, they’re called bitches.”
There was a heavy silence.

Nikitha’s voice softened but remained firm.
“Promise me you won’t hurt Tharun. No matter what happens. If you still consider me the same friend.”
Jay took a deep, painful breath.

“Everything was fine when I considered you as a friend… friend with benefits. The moment I saw you as my wife, as someone I love… everything turned upside down.”
Nikitha looked straight ahead.

“Fair then. Let’s just be friends again.”
She paused, then added coldly, “The promise is still pending.”
Jay replied with a deep breath, voice heavy with defeat.

“You said you’re going to move on… there is nothing left for me to promise or hang on to. I feel disgusting trying to prove my love now. I just wish it shouldn’t be too late when you realise my love.”

The car reached their villa. The time was already 6 PM.
Jay stopped the engine and said without looking at her, “Go ahead. Go upstairs. 
That’s your house now. Tharun will be looking for you at 6:30.”

NIkitha coldly said, you dont need to worry about me.

[heygiwriter]

Fellow xossipians,

So

Nikitha + Jay

Let's stop pretending Jay single-handedly drove this ship into an iceberg. Yes, he sabotaged it beyond repair, but Nikitha isn't exactly a beacon of emotional wisdom either. Both have enough grey shades to qualify as a storm cloud. One made mistakes, the other enabled them. Nobody gets a halo here.


---

Nikitha + Tharun

Unlike Gowtham and Sneha, this actually has the potential to become something stable. The keyword being potential. Of course, that depends on whether Nikitha has truly moved on or is still carrying around a suitcase full of unresolved Jay-related baggage. If Jay still occupies premium real estate in her head, then good luck to Tharun.


---

Jay + Anjali

Anjali is the happy-go-lucky type. She'll probably find a way to enjoy life regardless of who is standing next to her. But if we're being realistic, Jay would most likely use her as a distraction rather than a destination. Fun? Maybe. Meaningful? Probably not. Next.


---

Jay + XYZ

Why is everyone acting like Nikitha is the only person entitled to a happy ending? Jay isn't some cartoon villain twirling his moustache while plotting emotional destruction. He has flaws, plenty of them, but he's not a crook. He's capable of loyalty, sacrifice, and maybe even genuine love if the right person walks into his life. Shocking concept, I know.


---

Tharun + XYZ

This is where the ending really gets decided.

Because let's not pretend Tharun is some relationship guru either. The man is perfectly willing to play with fire while supposedly committed to a long-distance relationship. So whether he grows up, crashes and burns, or somehow stumbles into maturity will determine how this story ultimately lands.


---

New Characters / Corporate Drama

Please. No.

Every time a story starts losing direction, someone suggests introducing three new characters, two secret cousins, a billionaire CEO, and a corporate conspiracy. Before you know it, we're reading a completely different novel.

The existing characters already have enough emotional damage and poor decision-making skills to carry the plot. No reinforcements needed.


---

Heygi + HeygiWriter

This is the real power couple.

Whenever Heygi stops listening to twenty-seven different theories and simply writes the story he wants to write, the result is always better. The best chapters usually come when the writer disappears into his own world and lets the characters speak for themselves.


---

Heygi + Readers

Now for the most important relationship.

Dear Heygi, silence the noise.

Readers are great. Discussions are great. Theories are great.

But the moment a writer starts steering the story because of every comment, prediction, complaint, or emotional blackmail attempt from readers, the story starts losing its soul. One tiny change here, another adjustment there, and six chapters later the entire plot is driving through a ditch wondering what happened.

You've already learned that lesson.

Write the story you planned to write.

Let readers complain, celebrate, panic, argue, and write essays in the comments. That's their job.

Your job is to tell the story.


---

And finally, a gentle reminder:

This is, after all, a forum for sex stories.

So between all the emotional trauma, relationship analysis, character studies, moral ambiguity, heartbreak, redemption arcs, and philosophical debates...

Kindly remember the original mission.

Every now and then, make sure the plot moves forward.

And by "plot," you know exactly what I mean, make some dick raising scenes..

indeed a lot effort thanks i fully read

[Mukul@99]

Your descriptions are so vivid; I felt like I was right there in the scene. Felt like i was part of every scene & conservation. Characters felt so real & the descriptive writing made the scenes come alive. The characterization was spot on—their actions are so believable. Every word served a purpose. You definitely know how to grab a reader’s attention. I just can’t stop thinking about it ! Completely hooked & invested in the journey.  Unique and powerful, with a captivating plot, and intriguing characters. Masterpiece from a Master Weaver.

[RCF]

Both are not same!

When Jay was with Anjali, whole office knows that he screwed Anjali, one thing that Jay did not knew was that Nikita loves him or at least expecting her to have feelings for him, Now Jay is openly saying he loves her but she is not willing to trust and her fear is if she believes it then if she loses him again then she will lose the hope for love ever again. Complicated situations, neither is wrong.

Though Nikitha should have given benefit of doubt for Jay if its true love or not, Tharun is not running anywhere...of course it happens in real life but in stories if we wait and decide then it won't be a story to tell. Nikitha will move ahead leaving Jay behind...things will take her away from Jay fast once she gives into Tharun...emotionally as well as physically.

So what would be the move from Jay? Will he move on hoping for the best life for Nikitha or Will he still fight knowing she is fucking their boss?
Only his pain will make Nikitha realize her mistake, silence is best answer sometimes. Anything done with aggression never works with woman, Hope Jay realizes these and mind his own business yet be caring with her, she has to come back some day. 

Though with fragile egos and self respect, would he accept her or not?

~RCF

[Hornytamilan23]

indeed a lot effort thanks i fully read

I would like you to double your efforts. Make a deliberate effort to make the sex scenes lengthy, elaborate, and intensely engaging—something truly nerve-tingling. You always seem to rush through the sex parts.

[Adi04]

Is it fictional or real story 


And i am new to this site and commenting first time

[Priyaram]

Nikitha is deeply saddened by the jay and Anjali affair even though she didn’t voice it earlier ,that is also one of the main reasons for her behavior now.anything jay does will seems irritating for Nikitha now.let us see what future hold for them..
Your writing is like aphrodisiac bro.
Your writing is like healing power for me.your imagination and creativity reached a peak in your every story.
Thanks for entertaining and healing us..

Thanks a lot ….

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 38: First Date

The evening arrived faster than Nikitha expected.

Guilt had been gnawing at her since morning, but as she stood in front of the mirror after a long, hot shower, something shifted. She had chosen the elegant Off-Shoulder Mesh Ruched Fitted Dress in black. It hugged her curves perfectly, the mesh panels teasing just enough skin while the ruched detailing made her look both sophisticated and dangerously alluring. She looked royal — confident, beautiful, and completely different from the everyday office Nikitha.

At first, she had agreed to this date only to irritate Jay. But after everything that had happened — the fight, his tears, his inability to understand her pain — a quieter voice inside her whispered: Why not try it?

She trusted Tharun. He was flirtatious and ambitious when it came to physical desire, but he also felt like a gentleman. She didn’t want to go downstairs and let Jay see her like this. Somewhere deep down, she knew she couldn’t bear showing this version of herself to him.

She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and almost texted Jay to eat the dosa batter in the kitchen. But she stopped herself. Not today. For the next few hours, she wanted to forget him.

---

At 6:30 PM sharp, Tharun’s sleek Volkswagen sedan glided to a stop right outside the villa.

Jay had already locked himself inside his room. Headphones clamped over his ears, loud music blasting, he sat on the edge of the bed staring at nothing. He refused to come out. He didn’t want to see her dressed up for another man. He didn’t want to watch her leave.
Nikitha took one last look in the mirror upstairs, her heart beating faster than she wanted to admit. She stepped downstairs, the elegant black off-shoulder dress hugging her figure with every movement. The mesh panels teased just enough skin to make her feel both powerful and exposed.
The moment she stepped out of the house, Tharun’s eyes widened with raw admiration. For a few seconds, he simply stared, taking her in.
Without hesitation, he walked forward and dramatically dropped to one knee right there on the street, extending his hand like a prince from a fairytale.
“My lady,” he said with a charming, confident smile, “may I have the honor of this evening?”
Nikitha’s heart jolted with panic.
“Tharun, get up!” she whispered urgently, glancing toward the ground-floor windows. “Someone might see—”
Actually, she feared Jay would spot her.
The thought made her stomach twist. For a split second, an inner voice spoke clearly:
You already announced you’re going to get into an affair with Tharun. Will this hurt him more than that?
She took a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the storm inside her.
Tharun remained on his knee, smiling up at her, completely unbothered by her hesitation.
Luckily, the street was empty. No neighbors in sight.
Nikitha quickly bent down, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up.
“Come on,” she said, voice low but firm. “Let’s get to the car.”
Tharun stood smoothly, still holding her hand as he led her toward the sedan with a satisfied grin.

First Date at the Star Hotel – A Night of Romance

The grand Star Hotel glowed with elegance as Tharun and Nikitha arrived for their very first official date. Nikitha looked stunning in her elegant black Off-Shoulder Mesh Ruched Fitted Dress that hugged her figure perfectly, the off-shoulder neckline gracefully revealing her collarbones. Tharun, dashing in his sharp black suit, smiled warmly and gently took her hand as they entered. His fingers intertwined with hers confidently.
Nikitha: (feeling a shy flutter, like a scene from a romantic movie) Tharun… holding hands like this in public? It feels… odd. But nice.
Tharun: (squeezing her hand softly) Let the whole world see. Tonight, you’re my queen, and I’m going to treat you like one.
The staff greeted them royally — the manager personally led them to a beautifully set private table with candlelight, fresh flowers, and soft music playing in the background. Tharun pulled out her chair with care, then sat across from her, never taking his eyes off her.
Tharun: You look breathtaking in that dress, Niki. The way it fits you… it’s perfect. But honestly, it’s your smile that lights up the entire room.
Nikitha: (blushing lightly) Thank you. This place is so luxurious. I feel like a princess.
Tharun: You deserve to feel that way every day. From the moment we walked in, all I’ve wanted is to make tonight special for you. You make me want to give you the world.
He reached across the table and held her hand again, his thumb gently stroking the back of it. Nikitha’s heart warmed at how attentive he was.
The waiter brought appetizers. Tharun ordered her favorite dishes with care, remembering every detail she had mentioned before.
Tharun: Try this. (He carefully spooned a small portion onto her plate) I want you to taste everything. You’ve been working so hard — tonight, let me take care of you completely.
Nikitha: (smiling warmly) You’re spoiling me already.
Tharun: That’s the plan. I love seeing you relaxed and happy. You carry so much, but with me, you don’t have to. Just enjoy.
As they ate, Tharun stayed fully present — listening to her every word, laughing at her stories, and making her feel like she was the only person in the universe.
Tharun: Here, have some of this. (He shared a perfectly cooked bite from his plate, feeding her gently with his fork) How does it taste?
Nikitha: Delicious… You’re really good at this.
Tharun: Only because it’s you. I was surprised when you said okay for date for the very first request. it only said me, how your marriage ilfe could be unhappy and your husband keep you long for more. 

Im sorry did i dragging him unwantdely, let me skip that topic.. okay Holding your hand earlier, seeing that shy look on your face — it made my heart race. You’re adorable when you blush.

A little sauce accidentally touched the corner of her lip. Tharun leaned forward with a soft napkin and gently wiped it from her chin, his touch tender and lingering just a moment.

Tharun: There. Can’t have my beautiful date with even a tiny imperfection. 
Though honestly, you’d look perfect no matter what.
Nikitha: (heart melting) Tharun… you make me feel shy with all these attentions. I feel loved
Tharun: If you felt loved. I want to do this more often — romantic dinners, walks under the stars, waking up to your smile. I want to build something real with you, Niki. Something beautiful.

Nikitha felt truly cherished, wrapped in his warm attention and genuine affection.

Tharun: (voice dropping a bit, eyes intense) Can I ask you something? Just for tonight… would you let me flirt with you a little more boldly? The romantic kind that shows exactly how much I desire you. Only if you’re comfortable.

Nikitha: (playful spark in her eyes) Try me. Let me see your skills.
Tharun: (smiling) That black dress is driving me crazy in the best way… the way it sits on your shoulders, the way it moves when you do. I can’t stop imagining pulling you close and kissing you slowly.

Nikitha: (blushing deeply) Tharun…
Tharun: And your lips right now… so inviting. I want to taste the wine on them and forget everything else exists.

Nikitha: (face turning pink, voice shy) Okay… that’s getting dangerous. Stop it. Being with you feels too risky already — in the best and scariest way. You’re making my heart race too much.

Tharun: (chuckling softly, switching back to gentle romance) Fair enough. I’ll behave… for now. 
I just want you to know how deeply I’m falling for you but at same time in need you give a teaser for my intensity and your effect on me.

The rest of the dinner flowed with sweet conversation — more shared bites, soft hand-holding, and Tharun making her laugh while treating her like royalty. Nikitha felt light, loved, and completely swept off her feet.

Then, suddenly, a waiter called across the hall: “Mr. Jay? Your table is ready.”

Nikitha froze, the name pulling her sharply out of the moment. 
Her eyes scanned the room nervously. it was someone else but To ground herself, she reached out and held Tharun’s hand tightly.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly. “I’m full.”

[Hornytamilan23]

A sharp comment 

So Tharun wants to win over another man's wife with sweet talk, fully aware he can't even commit because he's busy preparing to marry his girlfriend next year. Yet somehow Nikkitha thinks he's morally superior to Jay.

The funniest part? She knows all of this because her own husband told her, and she's still perfectly fine with it. At that point, it's less romance and more a group project in cheating.

That's exactly why I never take sides. Why interrupt people when they're working so hard to expose their own foolishness? I just sit back, watch the circus, and enjoy the free entertainment.

[Hornytamilan23]

This may bite

Everyone in this story seems convinced they're the hero while auditioning for the role of hypocrite. Tharun flirts with another man's wife, Nikkitha applauds it despite knowing the facts, and somehow Jay is supposed to be the catalyst. I don't pick sides in situations like this. I prefer premium seats to the comedy show.

Last two comments are Fully focused on the story, for the characters.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 39 - The Deep kiss and The Lake-View Penthouse

It was only 7:20 PM. The romantic candlelit dinner had left Nikitha feeling warm, cherished, and slightly lightheaded from the attention. Also a little fear of hearing Jay name.


Nikitha: (softly, with a shy smile) Shall we go home?
Tharun: (looking at her with quiet intensity) Sure.
They finished their last comforting sips of soup. But when Tharun’s sleek black car left the Star Hotel, he turned in the opposite direction from her villa.
Nikitha: (heart skipping) Tharun… where are you going? Our home is that way.
Tharun: (glancing at her with a calm, confident smile) I’m taking you to my home tonight.

A thrilling mix of nervousness and excitement rushed through Nikitha. She craved his care and the feeling of being deeply loved, not to rush into anything physical. Yet the night was moving faster than she had anticipated. Her pulse quickened as the city lights faded behind them.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Tharun’s luxurious lake-view penthouse apartment. The modern space was spacious, impeccably clean, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the moonlit lake. In the center of the living room stood an elegant grand piano.

Nikitha: (stunned) You play piano?

Tharun: Yes. You ?
Nikitha: My mom and I used to play together almost every evening. After her demise, I never touched it again… until tonight.
Nikitha: Can I play?
Tharun: Of course. Go ahead.

But its long i played.. i may end up playing bad notes.. .

She sat at the piano in her elegant black Off-Shoulder Mesh Ruched Fitted Dress. As she began playing a soft melody, Tharun stood behind her. His hand rested warmly on her bare shoulder, guiding her fingers with gentle corrections. He leaned in, playing along with her, his strong hands occasionally covering hers on the keys. The closeness was intoxicating — his body heat, the subtle pressure of his fingers, the way his chest brushed her back.

After ten minutes, she paused. Tharun’s hand returned to rest possessively on her shoulder. Standing directly behind her while she remained seated, his gaze drifted downward. The off-shoulder design of her dress had shifted slightly, revealing her full cleavage and nearly sixty percent of her breasts. 

Her nipples were visibly poking against the thin mesh fabric, as if begging for attention. Tharun felt himself growing painfully hard. He had hoped for a decent, romantic date with a few passionate kisses tonight — if things spiraled uncontrollably, he wouldn’t mind going further. But the sight before him was rapidly stripping away his control.

After ten minutes, she stopped and slowly turned her face upward to meet his eyes.

For a long, intense moment, they simply gazed at each other — the air thick with unspoken desire, hearts racing in perfect sync.

Tharun didn’t waste the moment. He leaned down and sealed her lips with his in a deep, slow, hungry kiss.



The kiss started tender but quickly grew passionate. His hand gently cupped the back of her neck as he tasted her, drawing her closer. Nikitha’s fingers instinctively gripped his shirt, her body responding even as her mind spun with thrill and hesitation.

Tharun: (pulling back slightly, voice husky against her lips) God, Niki… you have no idea what you do to me.
Nikitha: (breathing heavily, cheeks burning red) Tharun… this is getting too dangerous. I want the romance, the way you make me feel loved and cared for… but we should slow down. Please.



She smiled shyly. Tharun respected her immediately, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and pulling her into a warm, protective embrace.


Tharun: (murmuring into her hair) I’m sorry if I got carried away. You’re irresistible in this dress… but tonight is about you feeling safe and cherished. We go at your pace.


They moved to the plush sofa overlooking the moonlit lake. Tharun kept things romantic — pouring wine for him, feeding her only with dark chocolate, holding her hand, and talking softly. His touches stayed caring and attentive.

A little later, Nikitha stood up.
Nikitha: I feel like something sweet. Is there chocolate in the fridge?
Tharun: (smiling) Let me get it for you.
Nikitha: It’s okay, I’ll find it. I want to explore a little.

Tharun followed her into the sleek modern kitchen, staying close since she was new to the place. As Nikitha bent slightly to reach inside the fridge, the off-shoulder dress shifted, beautifully displaying her cleavage and the smooth curves of her breasts. The sight of her like this — bent forward, dress hugging her body, skin glowing under the soft kitchen lights — was too much for him.

He lost control.

In one smooth motion, Tharun stepped forward and pushed her gently but firmly against the cool kitchen wall, his body pressing into hers.

Nikitha: (breath catching, voice shy but breathless) Tharun… we should slow down. Just kiss… okay?

Tharun: (voice low and rough with desire) I want to enjoy you inch by inch tonight, even if that is a kiss..

He started agonizingly slow. First, he licked her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, savoring its softness. Then he traced her upper lip with the same deliberate care, tasting the faint sweetness of wine still lingering there. Nikitha cooperated, parting her lips slightly with a soft sigh. Tharun took the invitation, gently deepening the kiss as their mouths opened to each other.

Their tongues met in a slow, sensual exploration — tasting, teasing, dancing together. What began as tender quickly turned hungry. They started devouring each other’s mouths with growing intensity, lips moving wetly, tongues tangling deeply as soft moans escaped between them. Tharun’s hands gripped her waist, holding her against the wall while they kissed like they were starving for one another — slow, wet, and addictive.

For long, heated minutes they stayed locked like that, bodies pressed together, breathing each other in, completely lost in the passionate kiss. The heat between them was undeniable, threatening to consume them both.

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound echoed from outside the door — glass shattering violently. The sharp noise jolted them apart. Nikitha gasped, lips swollen and glistening. Tharun instinctively shielded her with his body, both of them flushed, aroused, and now alert. The perfect moment got shattered. Tharun said i will look who it is, he went to open the door. Nikitha with a fear followed him

[heygiwriter]

A sharp comment 

So Tharun wants to win over another man's wife with sweet talk, fully aware he can't even commit because he's busy preparing to marry his girlfriend next year. Yet somehow Nikkitha thinks he's morally superior to Jay.

The funniest part? She knows all of this because her own husband told her, and she's still perfectly fine with it. At that point, it's less romance and more a group project in cheating.

That's exactly why I never take sides. Why interrupt people when they're working so hard to expose their own foolishness? I just sit back, watch the circus, and enjoy the free entertainment.

Tharun is serious about Nikkitha, he was distant with his girlfriend now!

[Hornytamilan23]

Tharun is serious about Nikkitha, he was distant with his girlfriend now!

Seri da.. If so, You are one step ahead this time, let's see.. surprise me..

As always, no comments, till you really make me invested..

[Priyaram]

Is it jay shattering the glasses…?I hope not him..!
Don’t reveal the secret marriage to tharun so soon ..!

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 40: Burnt Dosas and Bitter Truths


The kiss was deep, hungry, and consuming. Tharun’s mouth moved against Nikitha’s with growing urgency, his hands gripping her waist as he pressed her against the kitchen wall. Their tongues tangled slowly at first, then with increasing heat. Soft moans escaped her as the intensity built. For a few heated moments, the world outside ceased to exist.

Suddenly — CRASH!


They broke apart instantly, hearts slamming in their chests. Nikitha gasped, her lips swollen and glistening, her carefully applied lipstick smudged. Tharun instinctively stepped in front of her, shielding her body with his own, both of them flushed, breathing heavily, clothes slightly disheveled.

“What the hell was that?” Tharun muttered, his voice low and alert, eyes scanning the door.

Nikitha’s pulse thundered in her ears. “I’ll come with you,” she whispered, though her legs felt unsteady. 
What if it’s Jay? What if he followed us? The paranoia clawed at her throat.

Tharun opened the door cautiously, peering into the dimly lit corridor. It wasn’t Jay. It was the middle-aged couple from the opposite flat. The wife, a stout woman in a faded nightie, was berating her drunk husband, who slumped against the wall amid shards of a broken whiskey bottle. The sharp smell of alcohol wafted toward them.

“Why do you drink and destroy yourself every single day?!” the wife screamed, her voice cracking with years of pent-up frustration. “If your son doesn’t listen, talk to him calmly! Instead, you drink and fight… you’re destroying yourself and this family! Look at you—stumbling home like a fool while I manage everything alone!”

The words landed on Nikitha like a physical slap. She froze in the doorway, her mind reeling. Jay. He was only an occasional drinker, but what if tonight was different? What if the guilt she had dumped on him—her confessions, her distance—had pushed him over the edge? Was he drinking right now, alone in their villa, drowning in the pain she had caused?

The illusion of the evening shattered completely. She had told herself it would be just dinner and sweet talk. Three hours, no more. But she had let Tharun sweep her away—into his car, his compliments, his touch, his apartment. The kiss had been a line she swore she wouldn’t cross again, yet here she was, lipstick ruined and conscience screaming.

She immediately called jay phone, when Tharun distracted at the fight, the phone was switched off. 
She got panicked. 

“I… I need to go back home,” she said suddenly, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper.

Tharun turned, disappointment flashing across his handsome face. “Why? We just started. Stay a little longer, Nikitha. I’ve missed you.”
She shook her head, stepping back. 

“I forgot… my husband might call on a video call any time. If he sees an unknown place, he’ll get suspicious. I can’t risk it.”

Tharun sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair, but he respected her words. “Alright. Let’s go. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
They drove back in tense silence, the city lights blurring past the windows. He dropped her at the villa around 10:10 PM. Nikitha gave him a quick, awkward goodbye and hurried upstairs, waiting until she heard the low hum of his car fade into the night. Only then did she slip downstairs quietly, heart still racing from the evening’s highs and the abrupt crash back to reality.


The moment she opened the door to ground floor, a strong burning smell assaulted her senses 
Jay what happen to you.
Jay where are you.. 

“Jay! Jay, what are you doing?!” she shouted, rushing inside.


The kitchen was a battlefield of good intentions gone wrong. The dosa tawa was coated in blackened, ruined remains. Several failed, misshapen dosas lay scattered on plates like casualties. Jay stood there in his simple lungi and old t-shirt, looking utterly exhausted, sweat beading on his forehead, a spatula still in his hand.

Nikitha’s eyes widened as she scanned the rest of the space. The house was unusually clean—her scattered clothes from the morning neatly folded on the sofa, his shirts ironed and stacked, the floors swept, countertops wiped. It looked tidier than it had in months.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confusion mixing with a pang of something she couldn’t quite name.

Jay glanced at her—taking in the elegant black dress that hugged her figure, the subtle makeup still enhancing her eyes and lips, the slight dishevelment that spoke of an evening spent with another man. His jaw tightened, voice laced with bitter sarcasm.

“What is this? Dress? Oh… so this is how he makes you feel loved?” 
He looked her up and down slowly. “You look beautiful. Modern. Sexy. I agree… he has good taste.”

The words stung, but Nikitha shot back defensively, “And I got to know your taste in burnt dosas.”
She know Jay could not stay hungry, she wante to check if there is anything can be cooked for him.
She opened the fridge. The batter container was empty.

“It’s already 10:20. 

Why didn’t you eat outside? You never know how to cook properly anyway.”
“I thought I’d try,” Jay said quietly, scbanging at the tawa. “Cleaning the house took time too.”
“Why did you clean?” she asked, surprised and a little unsettled by the effort.
“Felt bored. Wanted to distract myself.” He paused, then added with quiet resignation, 
“Also… in the future, I’ll have to take care of things myself.”

Nikitha’s heart twisted painfully. “Glad you realize that. So this is your way of saying you’re changing and sharing responsibilities?”

Jay gave her a tired, defeated look.
 “I’ll get a helper for cash. Don’t think too highly of yourself.”

She sighed heavily. Arrogant arrogant arrogant.. she thought to herself. 
Talking to him right now felt pointless, like shouting into a storm. 

“Come. Let’s go eat something outside. Take the car.”
Jay shook his head firmly. “No. Hotels will be closed by the time we reach. Why are you even hungry? Didn’t he feed you well?”

Nikitha didn’t argue. She knew when Jay was in one of his low moods—he wouldn’t step out if it meant pretending everything was normal.

So she dragged him out locked the house and started walking. Nikitha asked to take the car but Jay said, let eat in small mess hotel. she doesnt want to argue she just followed him. 

Jay in his faded lungi and t-shirt, Nikitha still in her royal black dress and heels—the contrast was almost comical on the quiet, dimly lit street. A mismatched pair navigating the remnants of their fractured life.

After a short three-minute walk, they entered a small, humble mess run by an elderly couple. 
The old lady at the counter stared openly at them, eyes wide.
“Kid, is she your boss or some rich lady? She’s dressed like this and came here at this hour?”

Jay replied dryly, without missing a beat, “She’s a teacher. in her college this time instead of kids, teachers went for a fancy dress competition at college.”

Nikitha punched his back lightly, half-annoyed, half-amused despite everything. 
They settled at a corner table. Three soft idlis each were served with sambar and chutney, steaming and simple.

As they ate in heavy silence, the chewing are the only sound between them, Nikitha’s mind echoed with Jay's earlier words from their conversations: It’s just lust. When it fades, he’ll leave. 

She stole secret glances at Jay—his tired eyes, the way he ate, the familiar slope of his shoulders. A few hours ago, she had been in a luxurious setting with Tharun, feeling desired, attended to, romanced like a woman rediscovering herself. But right now, sitting in this modest mess with Jay in his lungi, arguing over burnt attempts at cooking and sharing plain idlis… it felt strangely natural. Real. Grounded in the life they had built, however imperfect.


Yet she knew the truth. She had already crossed too many lines tonight—lines that couldn’t be uncrossed. The pull toward Tharun was intoxicating, but the quiet ache beside Jay was undeniable.

You need to move on, she told herself firmly as they finished the idlies and began the walk back. You need to practice letting Jay go. But even as the thought solidified, a tear slipped down her cheek in the darkness, unseen by the man walking silently beside her.

[amzad2004]

Now she is becoming a gold digger? Oh my god!!! My hart has started to bleeding now!!!

[Bigil]

This bastard has treated her only as unpaid maid. Let him suffer more and realise