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

[Nesamanikumar]

Awesome

[Gandhi krishna]

Very good. Nikki should move to another house.

[Gandhi krishna]

Iiiiiii

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 57: Silent Fracture

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The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting long, pale shadows across the room. Nikitha woke up with a heavy chest, the events of the previous day crashing over her like cold waves. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the open door, the possibility that Jay had seen her in Tharun’s arms — lips locked, body pressed close, lost in a kiss that should never have happened in that place.

She assumed the worst. Jay had seen it. He must have.

His last words from the night before echoed painfully: “If you are moving away, don’t care for me.” The quiet resignation in his voice had cut deeper than any argument ever could. She had no guts to justify it or casually deny it. Earlier, she had boldly told him she would experience love and sex outside marriage, just like he had with Anjali. But now, in the middle of exploring that path, the thought that Jay might have witnessed her with Tharun disturbed her far more than it would disturb him.

She hadn’t fully moved away from Jay. She wasn’t ready for that. She slowly realized her anger and disappointment might have triggered her to do so. May be her yearning for one Such love.. she whole heartedly wanted to experience love but in the process of figuring things out, she felt like she had committed a deep betrayal. It hurt her more than it would hurt Jay. She thought she no longer deserved him.

She expected a fight. Resistance. Anger. Instead, Jay seemed to have given up — quietly letting her go. She believed he hadn’t mentioned the kiss because it was too disgusting, too heartbreaking for him to voice. She didn’t want to face him. She thought she should leave the place before she caused him any more pain, but she fears, she fears leaving him abruptly might even send a signal like he is little? she doesn't want to pass such a humiliation like that. 

Deep down, she knew she had rushed again with Tharun. The kiss marathon at the office had blinded her. He still hadn’t spoken to Mithra. She still hadn’t come to proper terms with Jay. The loan was almost cleared — just two more months of payments, thansk to their recent increase in pay scale after promotions. The house had her name too, but she was ready to give it all up for him, for the hurt she had caused. Her heart even warned her: What if Tharun’s love fades after sex? Like  Jay warned.

She decided she should not go back to Jay if she face such a situation like Tharun used her.. Jay had showed her a kindness once, its enough she thought.. after what she had done, she don't have guts to think about that. She had now realized that hearts were not playthings.

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On the other side of the bed, Jay lay awake, staring at the ceiling. He had read her silence, her avoidance, her turned back every night as clear signs — she hated him now. She didn’t love him anymore. He felt like he looks despicable in her eyes. He thought Challenging her to prove his or her love doesn't matter anymore. With such silent withdrawal from her he doesn't want to have a false hope, accept reality and move one. He also realised hanging on to her would only cause more pain. He decided to step away, to give her the freedom she clearly wanted. But he was not ready to tell it to her face, deep down he love her so much that he is okay to live with her as long as she doesnt object. He thanked the house to united them and make them bonded to it. 

Both of them, trapped in their own assumptions, had reached the same painful conclusion: separation was inevitable. But neither knew how to start the conversation.

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The car ride to the office was suffocatingly silent. Nikitha drove, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Jay sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window, his face calm but his eyes hollow. Neither spoke. The radio played softly in the background, but the music felt distant, irrelevant. Every red light felt like an eternity. Every glance they avoided carried the weight of unsaid words.


When they reached the office parking lot, they stepped out without a word.
The elevator ride was even heavier. 

They stood side by side, separated by a wide, painful gap. 
It wasn't much in feet, but it felt endless.


The doors began to close with a soft ting.
At the last second, they slid open again.

Sharmi stepped in with a bright smile and slipped neatly into the space between them, 
as though that empty stretch had been waiting for her all along.

“Good morning,” she said cheerfully, completely unaware of the storm raging silently around her.
The doors closed. The elevator began its slow ascent.

The elevator rose floor by floor, carrying three people upward. And somehow, with Sharmi standing between them, 
the gap that had felt like a chasm moments ago seemed a little more like a bridge waiting to be crossed.

[oxy.raj]

Oh one thing is clear in the latest episode that working couples should loan a house on both their names if they are willing to stay as couple at least for loan sake.

[saka1981]

"Nikitha is like a 'cat on the wall,' completely torn. Her heart belongs to Jay, but she melts at Tharun's touch and kiss. However, she is scared about a future with Tharun, wondering, 'Once the passion fades, what will I do?' At the same time, another part of her mind tells her, 'Don't stay with Jay,' because he never cared for her in the past.

"Heygi! You're an amazing storyteller, don't ever doubt it. The way you tell stories is so clean and clear, and your screenplay is awesome. You really know what the readers want. Thanks for the wonderful stories!"

[Gandhi krishna]

Very nice

[Thalaidhoni]

Excellent update
No more Playful texts. Still the Gap is increasing

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 58: Sharmi’s Suspicion

The elevator doors closed with a soft ding, sealing the three of them inside the small metal box. Sharmi stood neatly between Jay and Nikitha, her bright smile contrasting sharply with the heavy silence that had filled the space just moments before.

She glanced at both of them randomly, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. Jay stared straight ahead at the floor numbers lighting up one by one. Nikitha kept her gaze fixed on the polished metal wall, her posture stiff, her fingers clenched around the strap of her bag. They stood apart like polite strangers sharing an awkward ride — no eye contact, no casual greeting, no familiar warmth.

Sharmi was astonished. How do they maintain this act so perfectly?

She hadn’t slept much the previous night. Her mind had been racing, trying every permutation and combination, scribbling notes in her diary like a detective piecing together a puzzle. The clues refused to leave her alone.

She had found Nikitha’s peach saree in Jay’s bedroom laundry basket. Both of them claimed their spouses were abroad — a strange coincidence. There were no photos of their partners anywhere in the house. Last week, both had taken leave on the same day. And then there was Nikitha’s habit of asking about Jay’s health through her, always on behalf of “his wife abroad.”

No one in the office had ever seen or heard about their spouses. Not a single call, not a single mention.
Sharmi had spent hours turning the pieces over in her mind.

Possibility 1: They truly have spouses abroad, and what they say is the truth. But why no one in office had seen them? or heard about them, I have not witnessed Jay or Nikkitha talking to anyone on phone?. Do the spouses of them truly exists? okay even in that case, if they exists. I saw her clothes there… did that mean they were sleeping together? Were they cheating on their absent partners? If she was worried about office gossip, a simple message would have sufficed.  Why did Nikitha need to ask her about Jay’s health? Couldn’t she text him directly? Why they need to overact..  Okay lets assume, they have spouses how both of them have spouses working abroad, not at all believable.. No... Sharmi realised,  the spouses abroad should be a lie.

Possibility 2: They don’t have spouses at all and are pretending. But why? What were they trying to prove to the world by acting like separate individuals with partners abroad? What they are achieving with that? This possibility felt too convoluted and was quickly ruled out.


Possibility 3: They are actually husband and wife. This had the most potential — the care Nikitha displayed, the dress in the house, the mismatched lies. But why hide the relationship? Why act like strangers in public? A darker thought crossed her mind: maybe they had some twisted fantasy — hiding their marriage so they could enjoy new bodies at the office. Jay with Anjali, now Nikitha with Tharun. A sadistic couple chasing thrills.

Sharmi took a deep breath, pushing the thought aside. Lets say they are husband and wife, even they keep it secret for Thrill or fantasy. But why did she always hear about him through me? Why not ask him directly? Why use me as a bridge? 

May be the couple into fight or something and living separate lives for them but living in same house for family pressure? May be Nikitha doesnt want to show him she care too much?

She had come closest to the truth, yet she wasn’t entirely sure. It was the only possibility that fit most of the pieces.

Coming back to the present, Sharmi glanced at them again. The moment she saw them deliberately looking away from each other, a mild, almost amused smile tugged at her lips.

Sadistic couple, hunting their preys for bound count…
She let out a small, involuntary laugh.

Nikitha noticed immediately. Her eyebrow raised slightly. “What’s so funny?”
Sharmi met her eyes with a calm, knowing look as the elevator slowed to a stop.

“I’ll catch you at break time,” she said lightly, but with clear intent. “There’s a reason why I laughed.”

The doors opened. Sharmi stepped out first, leaving a trail of unspoken questions behind her. She had already decided — she would test the waters. She would indirectly cross-question Nikitha and fill in the gaps until the truth revealed itself.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 59: Sharmi finds the truth!

Sharmi returned to her desk with a calm exterior, but her mind was a whirlwind. She had barely slept the previous night, scribbling notes, drawing mind maps, and testing every possible theory. The clues refused to settle neatly, yet they pointed toward something far more complicated than a simple affair.


She had found Nikitha’s familiar peach saree in Jay’s bedroom laundry basket. Both claimed their spouses were abroad — a convenient story. No photos of any partners anywhere in the house. Last week, both had taken leave on the same day. And then there was Nikitha’s habit of asking about Jay’s health through her, always “on behalf of his wife abroad.”

No one in the office had ever seen or heard about their spouses. Not once.

Sharmi had stayed up late running through possibilities, but she needed more. She wanted to speak with Nikitha indirectly, lure her with small truths and see how far she would go. She also wanted to ask Jay, but she feared him. 


What if he misread her questions or intent?


He had once been the man who boldly pursued Anjali. 
Her approach had to be careful.

Yet, after a week of closeness, Jay had appeared gentler and nicer than she had initially thought. He was a patient mentor, not the aggressive figure she had imagined.


She decided to start with him casually.

Later that morning, Sharmi approached Jay at his desk while they worked on a module together. 

Minutes later, 
While Jay was communicating with a guy on a random gig.. she wanted to use the moment to ask about his wife...

“Did your wife phone you?” she asked lightly, keeping her tone friendly. “You’ve been sick for almost a week now.”

Jay, who had been smiling faintly while talking to a colleague, turned stiff instantly. His smile faded. After a noticeable delay, he replied, “Yea… yea… she did.” His eyes fluttered. He avoided direct eye contact, his face pale.

Sharmi’s instincts screamed. He’s lying.

She felt a pang of guilt for pushing him, but the stiffness and sudden discomfort confirmed her growing theory. 
They continued working fore few more minutes, but her mind was elsewhere.

Few more minutes, 


A call came on her phone, but the signal kept dropping. Jay noticed her frustration.


“Why can’t you attend the call properly?” he asked. “Go to the rooftop — you’ll get better signal there.”

Sharmi thanked him and excused herself. Unfortunately, the network issue wasn’t just hers — several colleagues on the same provider were complaining about the same problem. As she stood near the edge of the rooftop with others, an intern nearby grumbled loudly, “Shit, the video was downloading… I would’ve sent it and shamed my girlfriend, shit i would have shamed her with this secret...  this damn network.”


The verbal disappointed voice of an intern sparked an idea in Sharmi’s mind. It was ugly  but it sparked an idea inside her.. Mobiles always hide secrets.

She decided to grab the mobile.. but whom? Womens are always extra cautious.. Men?   Especially men, they would be careless.. but a person like Jay? lets try my luck she said to herself and decided to go back to find Jay and find a clue through his mobile.. She decided to put on a show.

After few minutes
She returned to Jay, looking visibly worried.

“Everything okay?” he asked, concern genuine in his voice.

“Family emergency,” she lied smoothly. “I really need to make a call, but my network is dead. You’re on a different provider… Would you mind if I borrow your phone? Just for a few minutes.”

Jay didn’t hesitate. He unlocked his phone and handed it over. “The passcode is 22%%$. Make sure everything’s alright at home. If you need to take the day off, I’ll cover for you.”

Sharmi nodded gratefully and hurried back to the rooftop. A small crowd had gathered near the edge, complaining about the network. She pretended to dial a number, holding the phone to her ear after few seconds she moved to quite corner where no one can see her.. Her thumb moved quickly.

She opened the gallery.



What she found made her eyes widen in disbelief.

Hundreds of photos… and almost all of them were painfully boring.

Screenshots of work modules. Random electricity bills. Coupon codes for groceries. Another screenshot. Another bill. For nearly a hundred images, it was the same monotonous pattern.

What a dry life, Sharmi thought, barely holding back a laugh. This man’s gallery is more depressing than a Monday morning meeting.
She kept scrolling.

Photos of his car broken down on the roadside. At least ten angles of the same damaged tire.
How careful he is, she thought sarcastically. 

Three hundred images in and still nothing personal. No selfies. No vacation pictures. No friends. No food pics. 
Just broken mixer photos, random vegetable bills.

How can a person live like this its understandable he dont have his photo! but dont he have a friend? a girl? atleast a model photo?
This guy can’t even have normal photos. Is he even straight? Maybe he and Anjali were just pretending. 
Maybe he’s gay and hiding it?  May be he paid Anjali well to hide it.. She laughs to herself with assumptions from what she witness in his mobile. 

She was thoroughly disappointed and almost ready to give up when she reached images from three years ago.
And then… she froze.

It was a group photo taken at a temple. 
The atmosphere looked tense and awkward. In the center stood a couple wearing traditional garlands.
Nikitha and Jay.

Their wedding photo.
The expressions on their faces said everything — shock, discomfort, and zero celebration. It looked like a rushed temple marriage that neither of them was emotionally ready for.



Sharmi’s heart raced. She stared at the image for a long time, zooming in on their faces. Nikitha looked beautiful but distant. Jay’s expression carried quiet resignation mixed with something deeper — perhaps hope, perhaps pain.

Everything clicked into place, yet raised even more questions.

They are married.

Sharmi got to witness something she was not ready for but it was one of her possiblities that turned out to be true. She quickly closed the gallery, made a call to family, to just make a record..  and she returned back to her works space. Then she returned the phone to Jay with a grateful smile.

“Everything alright?” he asked again.
“Yes, thank you. Just a small issue, handled now.”

As the workday continued, Sharmi couldn’t stop thinking about the photo. The melancholy surrounding Jay and Nikitha suddenly made sense — the forced distance, the hidden concern, the strange love-hate tension. Were they one of those couples who fell in love after marriage? Or had something broken them along the way? May be the dont like the marriage? thats why Jay took Anjali and now Nikitha choosing Tharun?

But Nikitha's care? is that not love? 
Jay's faded smile? Is that not love?

Her heart softened. She wanted to understand their full story. Somewhere deep inside, she felt a genuine desire to help them — not out of curioisty, but because their quiet sadness touched her. For some reasons she strangely and strongly believed, the two are in love but seems like they are not communicating it properly. But she dont want to rush it, she wanted to confirm it before taking an another step. 

Sharmi made a quiet decision. She would dig deeper. Carefully. Patiently.
She wouldn’t expose them.
She would try to understand them first.

[oxy.raj]

Sharmi a catalyst for their re-bonding and Anjali?

[RCF]

Sharmi a catalyst for their re-bonding and Anjali?

Think she would try to help and damage something between them, she would be the catalyst to set Nikita free inadvertently. She also would be probably the one that would bring them together maybe if Author decides to further use her later but for now the course of the story should turn erotic more than emotional, for that to happen Nikita should be free of guilt and decide Tharun as her man for time being and that is not happening unless Jay does some mistake unknowingly or Sharmi becomes the catalyst in Jay making a mistake. Just my guess lol

~RCF

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 60: Dangerous Questions


Sharmi sat at her desk, staring blankly at her screen. After discovering the wedding photo, she had intended to speak with Nikitha, but now she held back. What could she possibly say? “Hey, I saw your secret temple wedding photo on your husband’s phone”? No. She had no right to barge in without context.

Yet the more she thought about it, the more the puzzle consumed her.

Why would a couple who got married in such an unhappy rush still live together?
If they were truly miserable from the start, why not separate long ago?

Why did Jay get involved with Anjali, and why was Nikitha now drawn to Tharun?

It didn’t feel like casual thrill-seeking or fantasy exploration. This was deeper — something emotional had failed between them. Or perhaps it had never truly begun. But if they were so unhappy, why did they still orbit each other? There must have been happier times once. Something had gone wrong recently.

Everything started making sense.

The way Nikitha used to stare at Jay months ago. The disturbed look on her face whenever Jay took Anjali into the storage room. The cruel irony of colleagues gossiping that “Nikitha had eyes on Jay” — when he was her own husband. Sharmi’s heart twisted. How painful it must have been for her. Watching her husband with another woman while everyone whispered behind her back.

Her sympathy slowly shifted into quiet anger toward Jay.

Maybe Nikitha loved him crazily once. Maybe that’s why she’s running toward Tharun now — to escape the hurt.

And that explains why the once-bullish, energetic Jay has become so withdrawn lately… especially after Tharun joined and started sharing space with Nikitha.

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Lunchtime arrived. Nikitha walked over to Sharmi’s desk, her face tense and slightly panicked.
“Shall we have lunch together?” she asked, forcing a small smile.

Sharmi glanced at her, noting the unease in her eyes. But she wasn’t in the mood. “Not today, Nikki. I’m not feeling great — some family issues. Let’s catch up tomorrow.”

Nikitha looked disappointed for a split second. Her gaze instinctively flicked toward Jay’s desk. Sharmi didn’t miss it. That quick, almost involuntary look confirmed what she already suspected — Nikitha still carried deep feelings for him.

Unknown to Sharmi, Nikitha had approached her for a different reason entirely: to check whether Sharmi’s “morning laugh” was about the open-door kiss incident with Tharun. Seeing Sharmi’s distracted response, Nikitha felt a wave of relief. It probably wasn’t about that.

The more seconds passed, the closer Sharmi felt she was to the truth.

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Sharmi now had a clear plan. She decided to choose Jay to understand their story, not causing any discomfort. 

She wanted to have a lone time with Jay, so that she could confront him. She messed up her own program and seeked Jay Help. 

Later that evening, after Jay helped her fix a critical bug in her program, she turned to him with a grateful smile.

“You saved me today. Let me drop you home as thanks.
I already used your phone earlier — this is the least I can do.”

Jay shook his head. “No need. Nikitha usually drives me.”

“Let her take your car then,” Sharmi insisted warmly. “I’ll drop you. Consider it repayment for the phone and the bug fix.”
Jay studied her for a moment, then agreed, sensing her sincerity.

Sharmi quickly informed Nikitha that she would be dropping Jay home and asked not to wait, she said she indeeing going early as she had to travel somewhere. 

She caught the brief flash of unease on Nikitha’s face and smiled inwardly. You idiots… what kind of drama are you all playing?


The drive started slow. Sharmi’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her mind racing. Jay noticed the unusually sluggish pace.

“Can’t you speed up a bit?” he asked. “Why are you driving like a snail?”

Sharmi stayed silent for a few more seconds, then spoke, her voice steady but firm.
“So… you lied.”

Jay frowned. “What?”
“You lied about speaking with your wife.”

Jay went completely still, shock flashing across his face. “How… how did you know?”
Sharmi continued, eyes on the road. “Everything you said was a lie. You and your wife are emotionally separated, aren’t you?”

The silence in the car became suffocating. Jay stared at her, stunned. “How did you know? How far do you know?”
A small, almost triumphant smile crept onto Sharmi’s lips. 


“Did she tell you…?”
Jay’s expression shifted from calm to ferocious in an instant. 

Sharmi looked at him, surprised by the intensity. “I didn’t speak to her—”

“Stop the car.”

“Stop the car. Stop this nonsense!” Jay’s voice rose sharply. He reached for the door handle.

Sharmi’s eyes widened in alarm. “Jay, wait—”

She turned to him, breathing heavily, shocked by his extreme reaction. “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?!”
Jay’s chest heaved. His face was a mixture of anger, pain, and vulnerability.

“What are you playing at, Sharmi? Do you think you’re smart enough to pull words out of me?”

Sharmi’s hands tightened on the wheel. She had underestimated how dangerous this topic was for him.
She realised he had treasured the secret, just merely telling about it turned him ferocious. 
She was not ready to handle him, luckily she didn't tell him fully that she knows. 
She decided to hide it.. 

 “No… I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to ask from what you said”

Jay reached for the door handle again, attempting to open it while the car was still moving.

Sharmi’s eyes widened in shock. “Jay!”

She slammed the brakes hard. The car screeched to a stop on the side of the road with a loud creek of tires.
The silence between them was thick and suffocating.

Sharmi realized she had stepped into something far deeper and more painful than office gossip.
Whatever secret Jay and Nikitha were hiding, it was clearly destroying them both.

And for now, she would keep her discovery to herself.

[fuckandforget]

Excellent narration
Sharmi trying to play sherlock holmes in another personal where she has no business and ending up getting hated by both???

[saka1981]

I think Anjali going to complain against nikki & Tharun ....Sharmi going to revel nikki & jay marriage secret...to save .

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 61: Boundaries and Plans

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Sharmi’s hands trembled on the steering wheel. The car had screeched to a stop on the side of the road, the sudden brake leaving a burnt-rubber smell in the air. Jay’s ferocious reaction had shaken her more than she expected. The man who had seemed gentle and patient as a mentor had transformed in seconds — eyes sharp, voice low and dangerous, hand reaching for the door like he was ready to jump out of a moving car rather than let her dig deeper.

She realized with chilling clarity: Jay did not want his secret to come out. Not even a hint.

For a moment, fear gripped her. But Sharmi was not someone who backed down easily. She forced her voice to stay calm, softening it deliberately.
“Jay… why are you scaring me like this? What did I do wrong?”

Jay turned to her, his expression hard. “What trick are you playing with me? Just because I helped you with projects doesn’t mean you have the liberty to poke into my personal life.”

Sharmi swallowed, choosing her words carefully. She decided to play innocent — pretend she was only making casual assumptions and didn’t know the full truth yet.

“Okay, fine… I won’t ask. I was just curious about your wife. I’ve never seen you talk to her on the phone, so I tried to share my assumption. I thought you were my friend.”

Jay studied her for a long second. He assumed Sharmi might not know the full truth yet — she was just fishing with guesses. But she was dangerously close. He wasn’t sure how to shut her down completely without making her more suspicious. Cutting her off abruptly might make her share her doubts with others. He needed to handle this carefully.

He exhaled slowly, forcing his voice to steady.

“Sharmi, I may sound rude, but personal is personal. Okay, now you know — my wife and I are at differences. We don’t speak often. That’s why she stays abroad. I don’t want anyone looking at me with pity, or seeing me as weak. If you consider me a friend like you claim, don’t speak about me to others. Sometimes personal things should stay personal. I don’t like to share. I hope you understand.”

Sharmi looked at him with shivering hands. The ferocious act he had put on was still fresh in her eyes. She now knew Jay was no weak or submissive husband. There was some deep secret they didn’t want to let out. There was real pain within him. He could act this rashly when cornered. Yet if he wasn’t acting this way in front of Tharun or Nikitha, then he was either allowing it… or he was helpless.

She was equally determined to know as much as she feared.
Jay then added quietly, “I hope you understand.”

Sharmi simply apologized, her voice soft. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cross any line.”
She didn’t speak further. She started the car again and continued the drive in heavy silence.

During the journey, Jay looked stubborn, staring out the window. When the car finally reached the house, he realized he had behaved very oddly due to the fear that the secret was out. He knew he had scared her. Before stepping out, he wanted to say one final thing.
“See, you can be my friend, but don’t ever try to get into my personal matters again.”

Sharmi used the moment. She turned to him with a gentle, regretful expression.

“I’m sorry I took the liberty thinking you could be my friend. I saw you alone for almost a week, you seemed weak. I’ve never seen you interacting with someone like a friend. You helped me a lot like a mentor, so I thought I would take some rights so you could feel supported. But if you don’t want to share personal things, that’s fine. I’m sorry. I will know my limits from here on.”

She didn’t get out of the car or enter the house. She simply waited until Jay stepped out, then drove away.

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Jay stood outside the villa for a moment, watching her car disappear. He felt real bad for scaring a woman who had genuinely cared for him during his illness. But he had also formed an allergy to care. He almost believed that people who showed him care often left him in the middle — like his ex-lover, now Nikitha. He didn’t want to give that space to anyone. Sharmi seemed to be slipping into that place, so he had decided to close his connection to any woman stemming from the hurts he had endured.

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Meanwhile, Sharmi, while driving back, put a lot into her thoughts. She stopped at a small gift shop on the way, bought something thoughtful, and continued home. She had decided to get back on good terms with Jay and earn his trust slowly. But the curiosity didn’t die. She couldn’t wait. She decided to pursue Nikitha next.

With the lessons learned from Jay’s fierce reaction, she decided not to confront directly. Instead, she would get deeper through indirect communication — small, friendly conversations, shared lunches, and subtle questions that might loosen the truth without raising alarms.

The game had changed. Sharmi was no longer just curious.

She was determined.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 62: Jay’s Self Reflection & Nikitha’s feeling Safer in Jay Arms. 



While the entire day had been a whirlwind of suspicion and calculation for Sharmi and Jay, Nikitha was lost in her own storm.

The first half of the day, she could barely concentrate on work. Her mind kept circling back to Sharmi’s strange laugh in the lift. Did she see something? Does she know about the kiss with Tharun when the door was open? The fear gnawed at her, making every passing colleague feel like a potential threat. She obsessively checked the office WhatsApp group for any whispers, but nothing appeared.

By afternoon, after she spoke a little with Sharmi, his distracted response assured her, no rumors surfaced, a small relief came — but it was short-lived. Another storm hit when Sharmi casually mentioned she would drop Jay home. Nikitha felt an instant, irrational irritation flare up. How dare she offer him a ride? The possessiveness surprised even her, but she quickly calmed herself, reminding herself of her own double standards.

Tharun, sensing her distant and fearful mood during their brief meeting in his cabin, didn’t push for a kiss. He simply held her hand for a moment, his thumb stroking her knuckles gently, offering silent comfort. Nikitha was grateful, her mind was already too much of a storm to handle anything more.

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The drive back home was tedious with her mind occupying random thoughts. She accelerated the car, trying to speed home, imagining Sharmi may cross a line with Jay. On the way, she spotted it parked in the opposite direction near a small gift shop, several kilometers away from their home. She knew it was Sharmi’s car. She was surprised she left home so soon. But she didn’t stop. She accelerated further, reaching home in minutes..

Upon entering, she found Jay alone.

She casually enquired, trying to sound normal, “All good? Where is Sharmi?She always finds reasons to stay longer.”

Jay was not ready to read the underlying tone, his mind was filled with the sudden questions from Sharmi, that almost like digging their secrets. Jay looked at Nikitha’s face, he didn’t want to alarm her or create panic. He simply said, “She just went back. Some emergency at home, it seems.”


For a second he just recalled how he scared Sharmi, his stubborn act.. He looked at Niki and realised how he had never calmly responded to her back when some arguments came up in the past, he had not shown his face like how he did to Sharmi, but he had not cared to respond and clear things properly. Today with Sharmi, he explained and tried to calm her, earlier he never did that with Nikki, His facial expression may even have scared Nikki like it did with Sharmi. Jay learned his first lesson, on what all could have gone wrong.


They had a quiet dinner. Not much was spoken. with every passing minute. The silence was heavy, filled with things neither dared to voice.

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That night, both pretended to sleep but took a long time, their minds still churning with everything unsaid.

At 5:40 AM, Nikitha woke first in the soft, early morning light. The moment awareness returned, she froze.

She was lying inside Jay’s arm.

His body had unconsciously pulled her close during the night — his chest pressed warmly against her back, one strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her securely like he used to in the early days of their marriage. His breath brushed the back of her neck, steady and familiar. The warmth of him seeped through her thin nighty, making her feel strangely safe… yet painfully awkward.

After weeks of cold distance, the sudden closeness felt both comforting and dangerous. Her recent moments with Tharun, the guilt of hurting Jay — it all crashed over her like a wave. She wanted to slip out of his embrace so she wouldn’t disgust him. But she liked his hold. She craved it. She feared if Jay woke, he might feel disgust holding her after everything she had done.

Yet her heart strangely yearned for this warmth. She allowed herself to stay, closing her eyes and silently wishing the moment would last just a little longer.
Several minutes later, she felt his arm slowly withdraw. His hand lingered for a heartbeat on her waist before pulling away, almost reluctantly.
Nikitha carefully opened her eyelids just a sliver to see his reaction.

Jay had pulled back with a sudden, visible shock on his face — like he had disturbed something sacred that wasn’t his to touch anymore. He quickly turned away and pretended to be asleep again, his breathing deliberately even.

Nikitha stayed perfectly still for some minutes, continuing to pretend she was sleeping. The brief, tender moment had ended, leaving only the heavy silence of everything unresolved between them.


The morning breakfast was quiet. They got ready for office, Jay driving the car as he had regained most of his strength.

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At the office, when they entered together, the company was discussing refreshment programs. HR had sent a circular in the morning asking for ideas for fun activities after the back-to-back successful launches.

Jay strangely searched for Sharmi out of concern — he had scared her the previous day. He found her standing at the side of the floor.

An hour later, after discussions ended and everyone dispersed, Jay opened his laptop lid. Inside was a decorated card. He opened it.

It had a big “SORRY” written in bold, followed by a message:
“I’m sorry, please forgive me. I genuinely wanted to help a friend, especially my mentor who I consider as a friend. I don’t know, maybe I’m a bit younger so I don’t know my space. I fear my behavior would affect professional relations at the office. I could not get a better mentor than you. 

I’m sorry. If you could forgive this junior and would consider me as an indisciplined friend, I would be grateful. I will learn everything from you. 


If you could understand my sincerity and forgive me, buy me lunch as an apology from your side…  because you scared me. If not, let me consider this as your final answer and pretend nothing happened. However, I'm not just a specialist at messing up friendship, I'm also a specialist at messing up code. Please help me through someone when I face bugs. :)”

— Yours apologetically, Junior Sharmi

Jay had a small smile. He didn’t know Sharmi was just trying to earn his trust to extract something. else... He thought she was genuinely trying to fix things.
He turned around and called Sharmi, who looked at him with a panicked yet hopeful expression.

“I need to have tablets on time,” he said. “Let’s go to lunch sharp at 1 PM.”
He smiled and turned back to his screen.

Sharmi took her bag and rushed to his place, her face lighting up with relief and energy.

Jay looked at her for a second — enthusiastic and energetic Sharmi immediately coming to his side after his small token of acceptance, attention, and forgiveness. But at the same time, something else deeply hit him.

Looking at her face, he remembered how Nikitha used to be a little enthusiastic at the start of their relationship. What if Nikki wanted the same attention? She might have craved that… also maybe acceptance before all?

Jay started to realize. Last day, she made him realise, how he was lethargic in explaining talking calm to Nikki. Now a lesson on attention and acceptance.. 

He knew it could be late, but he could not deny it. For a second, he looked at Sharmi and asked himself in his mind, What else are you going to teach me, Sharmi?

[Yesudoss]

Another great one

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Super update