29-06-2026, 07:24 PM
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Adultery A Husband and Wife’s Playful Texts Turn Into a Complicated Affair [COMPLETED]Completed
29-06-2026, 07:38 PM
(29-06-2026, 07:19 PM)heygiwriter Wrote: I consider it as challange, will there be ever love? after this?
When people feel bad for Jay, that is where i work as a writer who made my character gets empathy.
and i don't know to write a story , with sex with fun, i cannot ignore emotions around it, and i had to honor the emotions, feelings aftermath. That would give readers a warning, again and again fantasy is work in reality it comes with heavy cost, take relationship serious.
I am not saying emotions shouldn't be involved, Actually I like stories which has deep meaning and not just sex but Nikita here is ready for sex with out clarity and resolving emotions for Jay. Its like impromptu decision to invest elsewhere when your own love doesn't value you..I feel like this trip should have been without Sharmi and natural progression to Tharun than Jay...you already put the catalyst of letter in place which should make Nikita get close to Tharun...what is the point of SHarmi messing again and again unless you really plan to push Nikita into Tharun's arms in this trip itself which seemed too rushed to me at this point esp when there is so much pain in every character.
I know its not real, its for fun and you are not mainstream writer and only write for us...thankful for that but sometimes even in these stories when situations deviate from reality it pulls us back from the immersive exp we have while reading the story...
Two liberties you have taken to take this story forward has me reeling inside, why? how? and ofcourse frustrating lol
1. Jay never saying one word to Nikita about not writing that letter...who in his normal brains would do that? I mean infront of HR its ok but outside at home, when she is leaving? Common
2. Sharmi after knowing everything the backstory, why would she still give verbal confirmation on her and Jay's relationship, that's insane...she could simply say "not everything is what you think, I beg you to listen once to Jay"...he is waiting for you...isn't it natural thing to do? Why would she still give false info to Nikita, I mean how many mistakes she will make unknowingly? Its not about being realistic or unrealistic or story is just fantasy...some ways characters should never behave, or say something which doesn't have meaning or purpose.
Anyways, I feel you made this too complicated and tough to untangle at the end.
~RCF
29-06-2026, 08:03 PM
(29-06-2026, 07:19 PM)heygiwriter Wrote: I consider it as challange, will there be ever love? after this?
When people feel bad for Jay, that is where i work as a writer who made my character gets empathy.
and i don't know to write a story , with sex with fun, i cannot ignore emotions around it, and i had to honor the emotions, feelings aftermath. That would give readers a warning, again and again fantasy is work in reality it comes with heavy cost, take relationship serious.
You are awesome. Keep up the GREAT work. Can't wait for the next update.
29-06-2026, 08:07 PM
Chapter 91: The GPS and the Knock
The clock in Sharmi and Jay’s hotel room ticked closer to 9 PM. The air was thick with nervous energy. Sharmi had spent the last hour transforming the space into something intimate and special — dim lights, fresh flowers, a small chocolate cake chilling in the fridge, and soft music playing faintly in the background. She had prepared a detailed checklist in her mind, every little detail meant to create the perfect atmosphere for Jay’s planned reconciliation with Nikitha.
Jay paced the room, his heart pounding. He kept rehearsing the words he wanted to say. Both of them were shivering with anticipation and anxiety. Just 30 minutes left.
Meanwhile, far away on the highway, Tharun’s car finally turned into the driveway of BB Luxury Inn — a secluded, high-end resort nestled near the highway. The property was stunning: private villas, lush gardens, and complete seclusion.
“If not for dinner, we could have reached thirty minutes earlier,” Tharun said lightly as he parked.
He glanced at Nikitha. She had been quiet the entire ride, but he could sense a quiet determination in her. Something had shifted. After unloading the luggage, they entered their elegant private villa. Tharun collapsed onto the large bed with a tired sigh, but Nikitha stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, staring out at the dark, peaceful landscape.
Tharun watched her silently. He knew she was lost in thought. She had asked him to bring her here. She had asked for time alone with him. She needed emotional support — and perhaps more.
He stood up and walked behind her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest in a warm, possessive hug.
“All okay now?” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
“Better,” she murmured, leaning into him.
“I know you’re still upset about everything,” he said softly, his hands gently caressing her stomach. “I’m here. As your emotional support, allow me to kiss you, let ths ease your pain..
He turned her face toward him and kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow at first, then grew hungry. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands roamed over her body.
![[Image: 744503127_asdasd.jpg]](https://img2.pixhost.to/images/8976/744503127_asdasd.jpg)
Nikitha moaned softly into the kiss, her body responding to his touch.
Suddenly, Tharun’s phone rang.
The sharp sound shattered the moment like cold water. Nikitha pulled back, breathing heavily. Before she could say anything, Tharun glanced at the screen — it was the HR representative.
“Sir, did you drive one of the vehicles 40 km away from the hotel?” the man asked.
Tharun sighed. “Yes, I’m at BB Luxury Inn. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing serious, sir. All our cars have GPS tracking. Only one vehicle showed up here, so we wanted to confirm everything was fine.”
Tharun laughed lightly. “You thought some theft happend, No No Everything’s good.”
but looking at how he called at wrong timing he added casually, “If you need to reach someone else, you can contact Jay.”
The moment Jay’s name left his mouth, Nikitha’s expression changed. She turned away, irritation flashing across her face.
Tharun quickly ended the call. “I’m in the middle of something important. Call me tomorrow if needed. A flash of Jay and Sharmi's morning episode crossed his min, And don’t disturb my colleague either — just text him.”
He hung up and turned to Nikitha, who was already putting her phone on silent mode.
“I wanted a peaceful time,” she said, voice low, “and you still dragged names here.”
Tharun stepped closer, apologetic but playful. “I’m sorry. I’ll obey your orders tonight.”
He put his mobile on silent.
and then
He pulled her close again. “But thank you for accepting my kiss… for letting me comfort you.”
Nikitha looked up at him, her eyes softening with a new resolve. “It’s me who should be thankful. I’ve got a gift for you tonight.”
“A gift?” Tharun asked, intrigued, a spark of excitement in his eyes.
“You’ll see,” she whispered. “But first… let me change my dress. Can you go inside the bathroom for a few minutes?”
“Why can’t you go inside the bathroom and change?” Tharun asked, genuinely puzzled.
Nikitha gave him a mysterious smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Just do what I say.”
The request sounded strange to him, but something in her tone — soft yet firm — made his pulse quicken. He could sense she was planning something. After a moment, he nodded.
“Okay,” he said, his voice low with curiosity.
He turned toward the bathroom, then paused and looked back at her. “Maybe you shall lock it from outside and open it when you’re done?”
“No,” she replied quickly. “Lock it from inside. I’ll knock on the desk when I’m ready and get on the bed. You can come out after that.”
Tharun raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on his lips.
“How many knocks?” he joked, trying to lighten the charged atmosphere.
“Three,” she said, smiling softly. “Solid knocks.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and husky, before stepping into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. The anticipation in the air was thick. He leaned against the door, heart beating faster than usual, wondering what she was up to.
Meanwhile, back at the main hotel, the clock struck exactly 9:30 PM.
Jay was shivering with nerves. He had been pacing the room, silently practicing all the dialogues he wanted to say to Nikitha — apologies, explanations, declarations of love. His phone buzzed with a message from the HR representative:
Sharmi had finished getting ready. She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the room. Her heart was racing with excitement and nervousness.
She walked down the corridor and stopped in front of Tharun and Nikitha’s original room. Raising her hand, she knocked three times — clear, deliberate knocks.
“Dinner time, Nikki!” she called out cheerfully.
Cut to BB Luxury Inn.
Inside the luxurious private villa, Tharun heard the three powerful knocks on the wooden desk.
His pulse spiked instantly. A rush of adrenaline and excitement coursed through his veins. He took a deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out with a playful, expectant smile on his face. He was ready for her “gift” — perhaps something memorable, or intimate.
But the moment he entered the bedroom, the visual before him stunned him completely.
The clock in Sharmi and Jay’s hotel room ticked closer to 9 PM. The air was thick with nervous energy. Sharmi had spent the last hour transforming the space into something intimate and special — dim lights, fresh flowers, a small chocolate cake chilling in the fridge, and soft music playing faintly in the background. She had prepared a detailed checklist in her mind, every little detail meant to create the perfect atmosphere for Jay’s planned reconciliation with Nikitha.
Jay paced the room, his heart pounding. He kept rehearsing the words he wanted to say. Both of them were shivering with anticipation and anxiety. Just 30 minutes left.
Meanwhile, far away on the highway, Tharun’s car finally turned into the driveway of BB Luxury Inn — a secluded, high-end resort nestled near the highway. The property was stunning: private villas, lush gardens, and complete seclusion.
“If not for dinner, we could have reached thirty minutes earlier,” Tharun said lightly as he parked.
He glanced at Nikitha. She had been quiet the entire ride, but he could sense a quiet determination in her. Something had shifted. After unloading the luggage, they entered their elegant private villa. Tharun collapsed onto the large bed with a tired sigh, but Nikitha stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, staring out at the dark, peaceful landscape.
Tharun watched her silently. He knew she was lost in thought. She had asked him to bring her here. She had asked for time alone with him. She needed emotional support — and perhaps more.
He stood up and walked behind her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest in a warm, possessive hug.
“All okay now?” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
“Better,” she murmured, leaning into him.
“I know you’re still upset about everything,” he said softly, his hands gently caressing her stomach. “I’m here. As your emotional support, allow me to kiss you, let ths ease your pain..
He turned her face toward him and kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow at first, then grew hungry. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands roamed over her body.
Nikitha moaned softly into the kiss, her body responding to his touch.
Suddenly, Tharun’s phone rang.
The sharp sound shattered the moment like cold water. Nikitha pulled back, breathing heavily. Before she could say anything, Tharun glanced at the screen — it was the HR representative.
“Sir, did you drive one of the vehicles 40 km away from the hotel?” the man asked.
Tharun sighed. “Yes, I’m at BB Luxury Inn. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing serious, sir. All our cars have GPS tracking. Only one vehicle showed up here, so we wanted to confirm everything was fine.”
Tharun laughed lightly. “You thought some theft happend, No No Everything’s good.”
but looking at how he called at wrong timing he added casually, “If you need to reach someone else, you can contact Jay.”
The moment Jay’s name left his mouth, Nikitha’s expression changed. She turned away, irritation flashing across her face.
Tharun quickly ended the call. “I’m in the middle of something important. Call me tomorrow if needed. A flash of Jay and Sharmi's morning episode crossed his min, And don’t disturb my colleague either — just text him.”
He hung up and turned to Nikitha, who was already putting her phone on silent mode.
“I wanted a peaceful time,” she said, voice low, “and you still dragged names here.”
Tharun stepped closer, apologetic but playful. “I’m sorry. I’ll obey your orders tonight.”
He put his mobile on silent.
and then
He pulled her close again. “But thank you for accepting my kiss… for letting me comfort you.”
Nikitha looked up at him, her eyes softening with a new resolve. “It’s me who should be thankful. I’ve got a gift for you tonight.”
“A gift?” Tharun asked, intrigued, a spark of excitement in his eyes.
“You’ll see,” she whispered. “But first… let me change my dress. Can you go inside the bathroom for a few minutes?”
“Why can’t you go inside the bathroom and change?” Tharun asked, genuinely puzzled.
Nikitha gave him a mysterious smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Just do what I say.”
The request sounded strange to him, but something in her tone — soft yet firm — made his pulse quicken. He could sense she was planning something. After a moment, he nodded.
“Okay,” he said, his voice low with curiosity.
He turned toward the bathroom, then paused and looked back at her. “Maybe you shall lock it from outside and open it when you’re done?”
“No,” she replied quickly. “Lock it from inside. I’ll knock on the desk when I’m ready and get on the bed. You can come out after that.”
Tharun raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on his lips.
“How many knocks?” he joked, trying to lighten the charged atmosphere.
“Three,” she said, smiling softly. “Solid knocks.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and husky, before stepping into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. The anticipation in the air was thick. He leaned against the door, heart beating faster than usual, wondering what she was up to.
Meanwhile, back at the main hotel, the clock struck exactly 9:30 PM.
Jay was shivering with nerves. He had been pacing the room, silently practicing all the dialogues he wanted to say to Nikitha — apologies, explanations, declarations of love. His phone buzzed with a message from the HR representative:
Quote:Sir, this is the HR representative. Tharun sir gave your number. All our cars are GPS activated. If you want a non-GPS car, just text me. I’ll send one in an hour.Jay ignored the message completely. His mind was elsewhere.
Sharmi had finished getting ready. She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the room. Her heart was racing with excitement and nervousness.
She walked down the corridor and stopped in front of Tharun and Nikitha’s original room. Raising her hand, she knocked three times — clear, deliberate knocks.
“Dinner time, Nikki!” she called out cheerfully.
Cut to BB Luxury Inn.
Inside the luxurious private villa, Tharun heard the three powerful knocks on the wooden desk.
His pulse spiked instantly. A rush of adrenaline and excitement coursed through his veins. He took a deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out with a playful, expectant smile on his face. He was ready for her “gift” — perhaps something memorable, or intimate.
But the moment he entered the bedroom, the visual before him stunned him completely.
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29-06-2026, 08:18 PM
(29-06-2026, 07:09 PM)heygiwriter Wrote: Thanks for your advice, let me stuck being a ULLU app writer.
Im glad your advice helped Suresh Sneha story got highest views, but the story stopped in midway, who should i credit it for.
anyways, i expected you will comment like this. I will stay as Ullu App writer. Sorry to disappoint you and Thanks for understanding.
Bro my intention is not made you angry. I also said that if you have twiest left for later like Avengers end game part 2 where thanos got defeated then I will kiss your toe, is it not showed highest level of honor by me? We also need ullu app standard writer like you for young teen age readers here. Xossipy needs all kind of writer. I appreciated your decision to remain as a ullu app standard writer. We need you. Some one has to make us shage, it is necessary.
29-06-2026, 08:19 PM
Mr.Heygi is a great storyteller and a master story-weaver. He has completed stories to his credit, not any half baked stories with most abrupt endings. But with the most beautifully written characters and exquisite story lines. When it comes to updates it's a crime to ask Mr.Heygi for an update, I still remember he took an day off from work to give us updates while he was writing 100 days. I feel privileged to be reading what he is writing. So all i say is .. just let him cook.
29-06-2026, 08:26 PM
Chapter 92: The Unexpected Gift
Inside the luxurious private villa, Tharun heard the three powerful knocks on the desk.
His pulse spiked. A rush of excitement surged through him. He took a slow, deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out with a confident, hungry smile.
But the moment he entered the bedroom, the visual before him stunned him completely.
Nikitha was lying on her back in the center of the large, elegant bed.
Her long, dark hair was dramatically spread across the pillows like a black silk fan, framing her beautiful face. She had pulled a thick, soft woolen bedsheet up to just below her collarbone, covering her body modestly yet provocatively. The heavy fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the bare skin beneath.
![[Image: 744507683_untitled-1-recoveredrer.jpg]](https://img2.pixhost.to/images/8976/744507683_untitled-1-recoveredrer.jpg)
Her shoulders and the upper swells of her breasts were visible above the sheet. One delicate hand rested near her head, fingers lightly touching her hair, while the other lay on top of the thick woolen sheet, just above her chest. Her eyes — dark, seductive, and slightly nervous — locked onto his with quiet intensity.
She was completely nude underneath the thick woolen bedsheet.
The contrast was breathtaking: the luxurious, heavy texture of the wool against her soft, warm skin. The way the sheet dbangd over the full curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips left little to the imagination while still teasing him mercilessly.
Tharun stood frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly open, completely stunned.
“Nikki…” he breathed, his voice rough with raw desire.
He had expected a gift .
He had not expected this.
The sight of her lying there so boldly, offering herself to him under that thick woolen sheet, sent a powerful wave of lust crashing through his body. His eyes darkened with hunger as they slowly roamed over her form — tracing the visible line of her neck, the soft rise of her chest beneath the fabric, and the way her nipples faintly pressed against the thick material.
Nikitha’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and arousal as she watched his reaction. Her breathing was slightly quicker, causing the woolen sheet to shift teasingly over her breasts.
Tharun took one slow step forward, then another. His gaze never left her.
“You…” he whispered, voice thick and hoarse, “are the most beautiful, most dangerous gift I’ve ever received.”
but why what does this means?
Do you accept my love?
The question hung in the heated air between them. Tharun’s heart pounded as he waited for her answer — the one word that could change everything.
Inside the luxurious private villa, Tharun heard the three powerful knocks on the desk.
His pulse spiked. A rush of excitement surged through him. He took a slow, deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out with a confident, hungry smile.
But the moment he entered the bedroom, the visual before him stunned him completely.
Nikitha was lying on her back in the center of the large, elegant bed.
Her long, dark hair was dramatically spread across the pillows like a black silk fan, framing her beautiful face. She had pulled a thick, soft woolen bedsheet up to just below her collarbone, covering her body modestly yet provocatively. The heavy fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the bare skin beneath.
Her shoulders and the upper swells of her breasts were visible above the sheet. One delicate hand rested near her head, fingers lightly touching her hair, while the other lay on top of the thick woolen sheet, just above her chest. Her eyes — dark, seductive, and slightly nervous — locked onto his with quiet intensity.
She was completely nude underneath the thick woolen bedsheet.
The contrast was breathtaking: the luxurious, heavy texture of the wool against her soft, warm skin. The way the sheet dbangd over the full curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips left little to the imagination while still teasing him mercilessly.
Tharun stood frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly open, completely stunned.
“Nikki…” he breathed, his voice rough with raw desire.
He had expected a gift .
He had not expected this.
The sight of her lying there so boldly, offering herself to him under that thick woolen sheet, sent a powerful wave of lust crashing through his body. His eyes darkened with hunger as they slowly roamed over her form — tracing the visible line of her neck, the soft rise of her chest beneath the fabric, and the way her nipples faintly pressed against the thick material.
Nikitha’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and arousal as she watched his reaction. Her breathing was slightly quicker, causing the woolen sheet to shift teasingly over her breasts.
Tharun took one slow step forward, then another. His gaze never left her.
“You…” he whispered, voice thick and hoarse, “are the most beautiful, most dangerous gift I’ve ever received.”
but why what does this means?
Do you accept my love?
The question hung in the heated air between them. Tharun’s heart pounded as he waited for her answer — the one word that could change everything.
29-06-2026, 08:28 PM
Please add gif Sirji when they take each other, you are awasome storyteller
Eagerly awaiting for next update
Eagerly awaiting for next update
29-06-2026, 09:08 PM
You are hungry for my body since you met me. This body is something decompose one day. Feel it use it and enjoy it however you like. No rules or condition. Fill my holes. Make me pregnant with your child. Make me a complete woman.
29-06-2026, 09:24 PM
Chapter 93: Surrender and Pleasure
“Do you accept my love?”
The question hung heavy in the heated air between them. Tharun’s heart pounded violently as he waited for her answer — the one word that could change everything.
Nikitha looked at him, her dark eyes shimmering with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. For a few seconds, time seemed to stop.
Then desire won.
Tharun couldn’t hold back any longer. In one swift, fluid motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. It landed on the desk, covering both their phones. His pants followed quickly, leaving him in only his boxers. The thick woolen bedsheet ensured that even in the dim golden light, nothing was visible from outside, but inside the room, the atmosphere had turned electric.
He climbed onto the bed and moved on top of her, hovering dangerously close. His muscular body hovered just inches above hers, separated only by the thick woolen sheet. He stayed in that position, their faces dangerously close, his breath mingling with hers.
“Tell me, Nikki,” he whispered, voice rough with need. “Do you accept my love?”
Back at the hotel…
It was strange. Even after knocking several times, neither Nikitha nor Tharun had come out of their room.
Sharmi frowned, growing confused. She immediately called Nikitha’s phone, but it rang endlessly with no answer. Jay, who had been waiting anxiously inside the room, stepped out into the corridor.
“They’re probably already at dinner,” he suggested.
Sharmi nodded, though doubt lingered. They decided to check the downstairs restaurant themselves.
Cut back to Villa Resort.
Tharun’s voice was strained with emotion as he hovered above her.
“Nikki… tell me. Do you love me?”
Nikitha opened her mouth, her voice soft but clear.
“Thank you for showing me your love. I have decided to step into your life. I’m accepting your love. As you asked… I’m inviting you. I’m yours tonight.”
Tharun’s eyes darkened. He noticed the careful wording — she had not said “I love you.” She had accepted his love. There was a stark difference.
He started to pull back, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face, but Nikitha quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him.
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“I won’t settle for ordinary tonight,” he whispered. “I want to make this memorable… and incredibly pleasurable for you.”
“How?” she asked, breathless.
Tharun smiled mischievously. “I’ll show you…”
He moved down her body with deliberate slowness. He spread her legs wide, positioning himself between them. Instead of entering her immediately, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth against her most intimate area.
Nikitha gasped sharply. “Tharun… why… just take me directly…”
Tharun looked up at her with dark, lust-filled eyes. “Let’s take it slow, baby. Step by step. Bit by bit. I want this to be a memory that stays with us forever.”
His tongue began its merciless, skilled assault — circling, licking, and sucking on her most sensitive spot with expert precision. Nikitha’s body arched violently. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. Her thighs trembled around his head.
Jay and Sharmi finally realized something was wrong. Nikitha and Tharun had not come out of the room despite multiple knocks, and Nikitha’s phone kept ringing unanswered.
They quickly checked inside the room — it was empty.
Sharmi frowned. “Maybe they went for a walk or dinner outside?”
The hotel was a small, circular property. They decided to search the premises themselves. They took one of the company cars and began circling the entire hotel grounds slowly.
Round and round they went.
But they couldn’t spot anyone. No sign of Nikitha or Tharun.
Frustrated, they expanded their search and started circling the nearby city streets as well. The car kept moving in wide, endless loops through the illuminated Mumbai roads, searching desperately for any trace of the missing pair. Jay looked at his watch while he was circling the clock ticked 9.40 PM
Meanwhile at the villa… At 9.40 PM
Tharun’s tongue kept circling her most sensitive spot with slow, deliberate, merciless precision.
He drew lazy, wet circles around her clit, then tighter, faster ones, alternating between long, flat licks and gentle sucking. Every circle sent fresh waves of overwhelming pleasure crashing through Nikitha’s body.
She was breaking.
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Her thighs trembled violently around his head. Her back arched sharply off the bed as she moaned loudly, fingers gripping his hair.
“Tharun… ahh… why… please…” she gasped, half-laughing, half-crying from the intense sensations. “I can’t handle it anymore…”
But Tharun didn’t stop. His tongue continued its relentless circling — slow, teasing, then suddenly fast and firm — driving her closer and closer to the edge.
She finally broke, pulling herself up with shaky arms.
“Please… I can’t take it… Why can’t we just have sex and sleep?”
Tharun looked up from between her spread legs, his lips shiny and a mischievous smile on his face.
“I told you,” he said huskily, “this is a one-way entry. I won’t leave you until I’m fully satisfied.”
Tharun laughed softly, the vibration sending another shiver through her. “You are the first woman I’m doing this with. I’ve just watched too many videos… and I wanted to try everything on my lady tonight.”
They both laughed — a light, intimate moment in the middle of raw passion.
“Now it’s your turn,” Tharun said, lying on his back beside her. His erection was straining hard against his boxers, forming a very visible tent.
“What…?” Nikitha asked, though she already knew.
He pointed at the prominent bulge with a naughty grin. “Your turn. Take a bite.
“Do you accept my love?”
The question hung heavy in the heated air between them. Tharun’s heart pounded violently as he waited for her answer — the one word that could change everything.
Nikitha looked at him, her dark eyes shimmering with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. For a few seconds, time seemed to stop.
Then desire won.
Tharun couldn’t hold back any longer. In one swift, fluid motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. It landed on the desk, covering both their phones. His pants followed quickly, leaving him in only his boxers. The thick woolen bedsheet ensured that even in the dim golden light, nothing was visible from outside, but inside the room, the atmosphere had turned electric.
He climbed onto the bed and moved on top of her, hovering dangerously close. His muscular body hovered just inches above hers, separated only by the thick woolen sheet. He stayed in that position, their faces dangerously close, his breath mingling with hers.
“Tell me, Nikki,” he whispered, voice rough with need. “Do you accept my love?”
Back at the hotel…
It was strange. Even after knocking several times, neither Nikitha nor Tharun had come out of their room.
Sharmi frowned, growing confused. She immediately called Nikitha’s phone, but it rang endlessly with no answer. Jay, who had been waiting anxiously inside the room, stepped out into the corridor.
“They’re probably already at dinner,” he suggested.
Sharmi nodded, though doubt lingered. They decided to check the downstairs restaurant themselves.
Cut back to Villa Resort.
Tharun’s voice was strained with emotion as he hovered above her.
“Nikki… tell me. Do you love me?”
Nikitha opened her mouth, her voice soft but clear.
“Thank you for showing me your love. I have decided to step into your life. I’m accepting your love. As you asked… I’m inviting you. I’m yours tonight.”
Tharun’s eyes darkened. He noticed the careful wording — she had not said “I love you.” She had accepted his love. There was a stark difference.
He started to pull back, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face, but Nikitha quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Tharun… I know this might be hard for you. But I believe this is best for all of us. Before I change my mind… before I overthink again… take me. Let’s get married.”
Tharun searched her eyes for a long moment. He didn’t want to deny this. He needed her. He knew this moment could bind her to him completely.
He leaned down, his face dangerously close to hers, his breath hot against her lips.
“If I take you tonight,” he growled softly, “there is no return. You will be mine. We will get married.”
Nikitha nodded slowly, her eyes filled with nervous surrender.
In one swift, powerful motion, Tharun pulled the thick woolen bedsheet away, exposing her completely naked body to his hungry gaze.
Nikitha’s face burned with shyness. She tried to cover herself instinctively, but Tharun caught her hands and pinned them gently above her head.
Sex was not new to her, but this was different. The commanding way Tharun took control sent a thrill through her body. Hers with Jay were always like both had a voice, while here Tharun hands was in upper from the start.
When she lifted her head, seeking a kiss, Tharun smiled and gave her a deep, warm kiss, their bare bodies pressing together for the first time — skin against skin, heat against heat. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
“I won’t settle for ordinary tonight,” he whispered. “I want to make this memorable… and incredibly pleasurable for you.”
“How?” she asked, breathless.
Tharun smiled mischievously. “I’ll show you…”
He moved down her body with deliberate slowness. He spread her legs wide, positioning himself between them. Instead of entering her immediately, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth against her most intimate area.
Nikitha gasped sharply. “Tharun… why… just take me directly…”
Tharun looked up at her with dark, lust-filled eyes. “Let’s take it slow, baby. Step by step. Bit by bit. I want this to be a memory that stays with us forever.”
His tongue began its merciless, skilled assault — circling, licking, and sucking on her most sensitive spot with expert precision. Nikitha’s body arched violently. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. Her thighs trembled around his head.
Meanwhile at the hotel…
Jay and Sharmi finally realized something was wrong. Nikitha and Tharun had not come out of the room despite multiple knocks, and Nikitha’s phone kept ringing unanswered.
They quickly checked inside the room — it was empty.
Sharmi frowned. “Maybe they went for a walk or dinner outside?”
The hotel was a small, circular property. They decided to search the premises themselves. They took one of the company cars and began circling the entire hotel grounds slowly.
Round and round they went.
But they couldn’t spot anyone. No sign of Nikitha or Tharun.
Frustrated, they expanded their search and started circling the nearby city streets as well. The car kept moving in wide, endless loops through the illuminated Mumbai roads, searching desperately for any trace of the missing pair. Jay looked at his watch while he was circling the clock ticked 9.40 PM
Meanwhile at the villa… At 9.40 PM
Tharun’s tongue kept circling her most sensitive spot with slow, deliberate, merciless precision.
He drew lazy, wet circles around her clit, then tighter, faster ones, alternating between long, flat licks and gentle sucking. Every circle sent fresh waves of overwhelming pleasure crashing through Nikitha’s body.
She was breaking.
Her thighs trembled violently around his head. Her back arched sharply off the bed as she moaned loudly, fingers gripping his hair.
“Tharun… ahh… why… please…” she gasped, half-laughing, half-crying from the intense sensations. “I can’t handle it anymore…”
But Tharun didn’t stop. His tongue continued its relentless circling — slow, teasing, then suddenly fast and firm — driving her closer and closer to the edge.
She finally broke, pulling herself up with shaky arms.
“Please… I can’t take it… Why can’t we just have sex and sleep?”
Tharun looked up from between her spread legs, his lips shiny and a mischievous smile on his face.
“I told you,” he said huskily, “this is a one-way entry. I won’t leave you until I’m fully satisfied.”
Nikitha smiled through her heavy breathing. “I don’t think you’re inexperienced… It’s a lie. How many women have you slept with?”
Tharun laughed softly, the vibration sending another shiver through her. “You are the first woman I’m doing this with. I’ve just watched too many videos… and I wanted to try everything on my lady tonight.”
They both laughed — a light, intimate moment in the middle of raw passion.
“Now it’s your turn,” Tharun said, lying on his back beside her. His erection was straining hard against his boxers, forming a very visible tent.
“What…?” Nikitha asked, though she already knew.
He pointed at the prominent bulge with a naughty grin. “Your turn. Take a bite.
29-06-2026, 09:31 PM
Hope Tharun has a monster inside much bigger and thicker than jay
29-06-2026, 09:41 PM
I really hope that Nikkita and Jay at the end be together and looking forward to what will happen to all of them when they find the truth about each other will jay accept nikkita after this I hope he should if he really loves her and also about the challenge that jay has given to his parents and uncle will nikkita kept her word and go with him and reconcile looking forward tharun still haven't talk to his gf looking forward how heygi will do this I must say this story is amazing
29-06-2026, 09:47 PM
Nikitha should make that bastard jay father of Tharun child. Jay affair with anjali is reason for all this
29-06-2026, 09:53 PM
When Jay know that she had sex with Tharun and about she had already paid the loan then it will give him signal that she already left him long time ago he will be in guilt trip that why should he never talk to her his feelings
My heart feeling bad for Jay that he did everything thing for her without asking any questions and yet she still does that.
Everything Jay has said is coming true that she will heart everyone heart hers jay's and tharun's
My heart feeling bad for Jay that he did everything thing for her without asking any questions and yet she still does that.
Everything Jay has said is coming true that she will heart everyone heart hers jay's and tharun's
29-06-2026, 09:55 PM
(29-06-2026, 09:53 PM)truthtruth3 Wrote: When Jay know that she had sex with Tharun and about she had already paid the loan then it will give him signal that she already left him long time ago he will be in guilt trip that why should he never talk to her his feelings
My heart feeling bad for Jay that he did everything thing for her without asking any questions and yet she still does that.
Everything Jay has said is coming true that she will heart everyone heart hers jay's and tharun's
He did everything including sleeping with anjali
29-06-2026, 09:58 PM
(29-06-2026, 09:41 PM)truthtruth3 Wrote: I really hope that Nikkita and Jay at the end be together and looking forward to what will happen to all of them when they find the truth about each other will jay accept nikkita after this I hope he should if he really loves her and also about the challenge that jay has given to his parents and uncle will nikkita kept her word and go with him and reconcile looking forward tharun still haven't talk to his gf looking forward how heygi will do this I must say this story is amazing
No Tharun deserves Nikita now, If he didn't write the letter then Nikita should marry him..let her suffer the consequences. Miserable man and woman who cannot communicate simple things even though living under same roof should never end up with each other even though they love each other, love is not just emotion, its an understanding that thrives on communication. When that is not there it will suffer even when they come back to each other...
Tharun is natural for Nikita who makes her communicate well and he is responsive and loves her...he should not be played into a dumpy puppet used by Nikita and thrown out at the end. As much as we all know Jay is in pain and is the guy who truly loved Nikita more than Tharun, he is dumbass who doesn't know how to value that love and reciprocate it with actions. His consequence is to lose Nikita and for her, she is more dumb than this guy, knows her feelings, knows she still loves Jay but the confirmation she takes from Sharmi lol
She should hear from Jay's mouth that he loves Sharmi and let her go but she placed her entire faith in Sharmi rather than communicate with Jay....Do they deserve each other?
~RCF
29-06-2026, 09:59 PM
29-06-2026, 10:05 PM
Chapter 94: Parallel Storms
At 10.00 PM In the hotel parking lot, Jay’s patience had completely snapped. The evening air felt thick and suffocating around him, heavy with the weight of betrayal and unanswered questions.
“They are not here,” he declared, his voice tight with raw frustration, each word clipped and sharp. “We are missing something. Tell me exactly what she spoke to you. Every single word.”
Sharmi, just realised she made a blunder, she didnt disclose the details of what she spoke with Nikitha, she had a misguided hope. She decided to tell him full. She said. “Nikki came to me and asked me to marry you. She genuinely believes I’m the one you’ve chosen. She even told me you’re a gem of a person and that I should stop fooling around and marry you properly.” I didnt clarify her thinking, you will tell her yourself, i got myself convinced this revelation would finally push you and Nikitha together in perfect harmony.
But the effect now seems to work in the complete opposite.
Rage boiled up inside Jay like a volcano on the verge of catastrophic eruption. His jaw clenched so hard it sent shooting pain through his teeth and temples. His fists balled at his sides, knuckles turning white. Without another word, he stormed into the hotel lobby, his footsteps pounding against the floor like thunder.
“They didn’t vacate the room,” the staff confirmed calmly, “but they left with their luggage around 7:10 PM in one of the company cars.”
Jay’s blood ran hot, scorching through his veins. He immediately tried calling Tharun. No answer. As expected. The silence only fueled the inferno inside him.
He opened WhatsApp trying to send message to Tharun and Nikitha thats when he noticed a new message, which he ignored hours back.. He saw the message from the HR representative. Without wasting another second, he dialed the number, his grip on the phone so tight it creaked in protest.
At 10.20 PM While waiting for the representative to pick up, the anger and pain became unbearable. Jay bit down hard on his own hand to stop himself from shouting, his teeth sinking deep into the skin until he tasted the metallic tang of blood. The physical pain did nothing to dull the emotional storm raging within. But the people around him noticed a Sharp Ahhhh sound coming out of his blocked mouth.
Same time 10.20 PM At the BB Luxury Inn…
Tharun let out a sharp “Aaahh!” sound...
A few minutes earlier, Tharun had looked at Nikitha with dark, lust-filled eyes, his gaze devouring every inch of her flushed, naked body.
“Now it’s your turn,” he said huskily, lying on his back with his legs slightly spread. His erection strained hard against the thin fabric of his boxers, forming a very prominent, throbbing tent that pulsed visibly with his heartbeat. The thick outline of his swollen cockhead was clearly defined, a small wet spot of precum already soaking through.
“What…?” Nikitha asked, though she already knew exactly what he wanted. Her voice came out breathy, teasing.
He pointed at the massive bulge with a naughty, predatory grin. “Your turn. Take a bite. Oral way.” His voice dropped even lower, commanding and thick with desire. “Suck it, baby. Do something seductive… make me remember it forever. Like some model in those porn movies. Worship it with that pretty mouth of yours.”
Nikitha smiled at his playful boldness, her own arousal spiking at his dirty words. She crawled toward him like a seductive actress on set, moving with deliberate, exaggerated sensuality. Her full breasts swayed heavily beneath her as she moved, nipples hard and aching. She positioned herself on all fours between his spread thighs, then slowly lowered her upper body, arching her back to push her ass up invitingly.
She leaned down and bit his hard cock playfully over his briefs, her teeth grazing the thick shaft through the fabric with just enough pressure to tease.
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Tharun let out a sharp “Aaahh!” sound, a raw mix of surprise and intense pleasure that made his hips buck involuntarily.
He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest, and pulled her up into his arms. They shared a deep, sexy kiss — tongues dancing passionately, wet and hungry, exploring each other’s mouths with sloppy, needy strokes. Saliva mixed as they devoured one another, lips sucking and biting. Tharun’s hands roamed down to squeeze her ass cheeks hard, spreading them apart.
Then Nikitha slid back down his body, her soft breasts dragging along his chest and abs, leaving a trail of heat. She hooked her fingers into his waistband and pulled his boxers off slowly, inch by inch, watching with hungry eyes as his thick, veined cock sprang free. It slapped heavily against his lower abdomen, rock-hard, the swollen purple head glistening with a thick bead of precum that oozed down the shaft. His balls were heavy and full, drawn tight with need.
She took him into her mouth with sensual care. First, she licked the underside from base to tip in one long, slow stroke, savoring the salty-musk taste of his skin. Her warm, wet tongue swirled around the sensitive head in tight circles, flicking across the slit to collect every drop of precum. She kissed the tip softly, then parted her full lips and sank down, taking him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked gently but firmly, creating delicious suction.
![[Image: 744525370_m-ldpwiqacxte_ai-mh-ro5105gu8b...85011b.gif]](https://img2.pixhost.to/images/8978/744525370_m-ldpwiqacxte_ai-mh-ro5105gu8b8relgq-43985011b.gif)
Tharun moaned loudly, his hand gently tangling in her long, silky hair, guiding her rhythm without forcing her. “Fuck, yes… just like that, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he growled.
Nikitha bobbed her head faster, taking more of his thick length with each pass until the head bumped against the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles and swallowed around him, humming softly to send vibrations along his shaft. One hand stroked the base in perfect sync while the other gently massaged his balls, rolling them between her fingers. Saliva dripped down his cock and over her chin as she worked him sloppily, noisily, the wet sounds of sucking and slurping filling the room.
Tharun’s hips thrust up gently to meet her mouth, his moans growing louder and more desperate. His thighs trembled. When he was dangerously close to the edge, his balls tightening, he suddenly pulled her up by the hair.
At 10.35 PM at Villa resort.
He made her kneel in front of him on the bed, her face level with his throbbing cock. Stroking himself rapidly with one hand, slick with her spit, he looked down at her with pure lust. With a deep, guttural groan that seemed to come from his soul, he came hard.
![[Image: 744525109_surprising_-5129.gif]](https://img2.pixhost.to/images/8978/744525109_surprising_-5129.gif)
Thick, powerful ropes of warm, sticky cum erupted from his pulsing cock, splattering across her beautiful face — painting her cheeks, lips, and eyelashes — and landing in heavy streaks across her heaving breasts and hard nipples. It was new for her, she strangely enjoyed the new show put on by Tharun.
On the highway…
At 10.35 PM Jay’s phone slipped from the dashboard as he bent down to grab it in his fury. In that split second, the car swerved violently and hit a deep pothole on the side of the road. The side mirror shattered with a loud crash. Glass pieces flew into the car, almost fall on his face... luckily it didn't harm worse on his face, but a sharp cut came on his ear and jaw.
Small amount of blood trickled down his face in jaw, mixing with sweat, but Jay didn’t stop. His eyes blazed with unhinged fury. With wind howling wildly through the broken window, whipping his hair and stinging the fresh wounds, he accelerated even harder. The engine screamed as the villa resort drew closer — now only 30 km away.
The two parallel storms — one of raw, explosive pleasure and dripping sensuality, the other of uncontrollable rage and bleeding desperation — were racing toward an inevitable, devastating collision.
At 10.00 PM In the hotel parking lot, Jay’s patience had completely snapped. The evening air felt thick and suffocating around him, heavy with the weight of betrayal and unanswered questions.
“They are not here,” he declared, his voice tight with raw frustration, each word clipped and sharp. “We are missing something. Tell me exactly what she spoke to you. Every single word.”
Sharmi, just realised she made a blunder, she didnt disclose the details of what she spoke with Nikitha, she had a misguided hope. She decided to tell him full. She said. “Nikki came to me and asked me to marry you. She genuinely believes I’m the one you’ve chosen. She even told me you’re a gem of a person and that I should stop fooling around and marry you properly.” I didnt clarify her thinking, you will tell her yourself, i got myself convinced this revelation would finally push you and Nikitha together in perfect harmony.
But the effect now seems to work in the complete opposite.
Rage boiled up inside Jay like a volcano on the verge of catastrophic eruption. His jaw clenched so hard it sent shooting pain through his teeth and temples. His fists balled at his sides, knuckles turning white. Without another word, he stormed into the hotel lobby, his footsteps pounding against the floor like thunder.
“They didn’t vacate the room,” the staff confirmed calmly, “but they left with their luggage around 7:10 PM in one of the company cars.”
Jay’s blood ran hot, scorching through his veins. He immediately tried calling Tharun. No answer. As expected. The silence only fueled the inferno inside him.
He opened WhatsApp trying to send message to Tharun and Nikitha thats when he noticed a new message, which he ignored hours back.. He saw the message from the HR representative. Without wasting another second, he dialed the number, his grip on the phone so tight it creaked in protest.
At 10.20 PM While waiting for the representative to pick up, the anger and pain became unbearable. Jay bit down hard on his own hand to stop himself from shouting, his teeth sinking deep into the skin until he tasted the metallic tang of blood. The physical pain did nothing to dull the emotional storm raging within. But the people around him noticed a Sharp Ahhhh sound coming out of his blocked mouth.
Same time 10.20 PM At the BB Luxury Inn…
Tharun let out a sharp “Aaahh!” sound...
A few minutes earlier, Tharun had looked at Nikitha with dark, lust-filled eyes, his gaze devouring every inch of her flushed, naked body.
“Now it’s your turn,” he said huskily, lying on his back with his legs slightly spread. His erection strained hard against the thin fabric of his boxers, forming a very prominent, throbbing tent that pulsed visibly with his heartbeat. The thick outline of his swollen cockhead was clearly defined, a small wet spot of precum already soaking through.
“What…?” Nikitha asked, though she already knew exactly what he wanted. Her voice came out breathy, teasing.
He pointed at the massive bulge with a naughty, predatory grin. “Your turn. Take a bite. Oral way.” His voice dropped even lower, commanding and thick with desire. “Suck it, baby. Do something seductive… make me remember it forever. Like some model in those porn movies. Worship it with that pretty mouth of yours.”
Nikitha smiled at his playful boldness, her own arousal spiking at his dirty words. She crawled toward him like a seductive actress on set, moving with deliberate, exaggerated sensuality. Her full breasts swayed heavily beneath her as she moved, nipples hard and aching. She positioned herself on all fours between his spread thighs, then slowly lowered her upper body, arching her back to push her ass up invitingly.
She leaned down and bit his hard cock playfully over his briefs, her teeth grazing the thick shaft through the fabric with just enough pressure to tease.
Tharun let out a sharp “Aaahh!” sound, a raw mix of surprise and intense pleasure that made his hips buck involuntarily.
He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest, and pulled her up into his arms. They shared a deep, sexy kiss — tongues dancing passionately, wet and hungry, exploring each other’s mouths with sloppy, needy strokes. Saliva mixed as they devoured one another, lips sucking and biting. Tharun’s hands roamed down to squeeze her ass cheeks hard, spreading them apart.
Then Nikitha slid back down his body, her soft breasts dragging along his chest and abs, leaving a trail of heat. She hooked her fingers into his waistband and pulled his boxers off slowly, inch by inch, watching with hungry eyes as his thick, veined cock sprang free. It slapped heavily against his lower abdomen, rock-hard, the swollen purple head glistening with a thick bead of precum that oozed down the shaft. His balls were heavy and full, drawn tight with need.
She took him into her mouth with sensual care. First, she licked the underside from base to tip in one long, slow stroke, savoring the salty-musk taste of his skin. Her warm, wet tongue swirled around the sensitive head in tight circles, flicking across the slit to collect every drop of precum. She kissed the tip softly, then parted her full lips and sank down, taking him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked gently but firmly, creating delicious suction.
Tharun moaned loudly, his hand gently tangling in her long, silky hair, guiding her rhythm without forcing her. “Fuck, yes… just like that, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he growled.
Nikitha bobbed her head faster, taking more of his thick length with each pass until the head bumped against the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles and swallowed around him, humming softly to send vibrations along his shaft. One hand stroked the base in perfect sync while the other gently massaged his balls, rolling them between her fingers. Saliva dripped down his cock and over her chin as she worked him sloppily, noisily, the wet sounds of sucking and slurping filling the room.
Tharun’s hips thrust up gently to meet her mouth, his moans growing louder and more desperate. His thighs trembled. When he was dangerously close to the edge, his balls tightening, he suddenly pulled her up by the hair.
At 10.35 PM at Villa resort.
He made her kneel in front of him on the bed, her face level with his throbbing cock. Stroking himself rapidly with one hand, slick with her spit, he looked down at her with pure lust. With a deep, guttural groan that seemed to come from his soul, he came hard.
Thick, powerful ropes of warm, sticky cum erupted from his pulsing cock, splattering across her beautiful face — painting her cheeks, lips, and eyelashes — and landing in heavy streaks across her heaving breasts and hard nipples. It was new for her, she strangely enjoyed the new show put on by Tharun.
On the highway…
At 10.35 PM Jay’s phone slipped from the dashboard as he bent down to grab it in his fury. In that split second, the car swerved violently and hit a deep pothole on the side of the road. The side mirror shattered with a loud crash. Glass pieces flew into the car, almost fall on his face... luckily it didn't harm worse on his face, but a sharp cut came on his ear and jaw.
Small amount of blood trickled down his face in jaw, mixing with sweat, but Jay didn’t stop. His eyes blazed with unhinged fury. With wind howling wildly through the broken window, whipping his hair and stinging the fresh wounds, he accelerated even harder. The engine screamed as the villa resort drew closer — now only 30 km away.
The two parallel storms — one of raw, explosive pleasure and dripping sensuality, the other of uncontrollable rage and bleeding desperation — were racing toward an inevitable, devastating collision.
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