Adultery A Husband and Wife’s Playful Texts Turn Into a Complicated Affair - NEW CHAPTER UPDAT

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Chapter 137 - Officially Divorced

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Jay’s bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the disheveled sheets. Clothes were scattered everywhere like fallen soldiers of passion — Sharmi’s elegant red kurti lay crumpled beside her black leggings, bra and delicate lace panties, tangled with Jay’s white shirt and formal trousers. The air hung heavy with the raw, intimate scent of sweat, arousal, and spent desire — a musky testament to the night they had shared.

On the bed, their bodies were still deeply intertwined. Sharmi lay on her back, her legs spread wide, knees bent and trembling from exhaustion and lingering pleasure. Jay hovered over her, his muscular frame glistening with sweat. His thick, hard cock was buried to the hilt inside her warm, velvety pussy, connected in the most primal way. This was their first time truly giving in to each other, and the sensation was overwhelming — both achingly new and deliciously filthy.

Sharmi moaned deeply, her nails raking down Jay’s broad back as he thrust into her with slow, powerful strokes. Each movement stretched her perfectly, filling her completely. “Ahh… Jay… yes, like that,” she gasped, her voice husky and breaking with raw emotion. Her full, heavy breasts bounced rhythmically with every deep plunge, her dark nipples hardened into peaks. Jay gripped her soft thighs firmly, spreading her even wider, opening her up as he drove his cock deeper into her slick, gripping heat. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, accompanied by the wet, squelching noises of her arousal coating him with every thrust.

He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while gently biting the sensitive bud. His hips ground in slow, deliberate circles, stirring her insides and pressing against that sweet spot deep within her. Sharmi’s eyes fluttered, rolling back in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. “Fuck… you’re so deep inside me,” she whimpered, her walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft. “I’m… I’m going to cum again…”

Jay groaned against her breast, the sound vibrating through her. He increased his pace, fucking her with urgent, animalistic need — not just lust, but a desperate attempt to lose himself, to push away the ghosts of the past. Sharmi arched beneath him, her body surrendering completely as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around him, milking his cock as she cried out his name.

He didn’t stop. With a swift, possessive motion, Jay flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up, positioning her in a deep arch, and entered her again from behind in one smooth, powerful thrust. Sharmi cried out in bliss as he filled her once more, his cock sliding even deeper into her soaked pussy. One of his hands reached around to rub her swollen, sensitive clit in firm circles while the other tangled in her hair, gently pulling as he railed her harder. Their bodies moved in perfect, filthy harmony — raw, passionate, and emotionally charged.

The intensity built to a fever pitch. Jay’s thrusts grew erratic, deeper, more desperate. With a guttural moan that seemed to come from his very soul, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside her welcoming warmth. Sharmi shuddered violently beneath him, her own climax crashing over her simultaneously, her walls squeezing him tightly as if she never wanted to let go.

They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, still intimately joined. Jay’s chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck. For a long moment, neither spoke — only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the room. Jay pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her shoulder, his hand gently stroking her side.

“It’s time,” he whispered eventually, his voice thick with reluctance. “I need to get ready for court.”

Sharmi turned in his arms, her eyes searching his face with a mix of tenderness and quiet understanding. She cupped his cheek and kissed his lips softly, lingeringly. “Don’t worry, Jay. Think of this temporary arrangement as your luck charm. I’ll be your supportive friend — until you completely move on from her. I’m here for you… in every way.”

Jay smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m all good. I’ve moved on.”

Sharmi narrowed her eyes playfully, though there was a hint of sadness beneath it. “No, you’re lying. Twice you called me ‘Niki’ while you were deep inside me. You even caught yourself halfway and said ‘Sharmi’ like it hurt.” She traced a finger down his chest. “It’s okay. Healing takes time.”
Jay sighed heavily, pulling her closer. “It will take some time to completely get over her. She was… everything once.”

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through the intimate silence like a knife.
Jay looked surprised. “Who could it be at this hour?”

Sharmi, still gloriously naked and glowing with afterglow, smirked from the bed. “Go and see it, Mr. Jay,” she said mockingly, stretching languidly.
They were both still smiling — a fragile, shared moment — when the front door opened. Before they could react, the bedroom door swung wide.

It was Nikitha.

She still had her own key and had assumed Jay would be alone, perhaps hoping for one final, civil goodbye. Her eyes widened in shock as the scene hit her all at once: clothes strewn like evidence of betrayal, the thick, unmistakable aroma of sex still heavy in the air, and Sharmi lying naked on the bed, her body marked with the flush of recent passion, Jay half-dressed beside her.

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” Nikitha stammered, her voice cracking. She immediately stepped back, closing the door with trembling hands. The image burned itself into her mind — Jay with another woman, in their old bed.

Jay quickly yanked on his trousers and followed her out into the hallway. 

“Niki… why are you here?”

Nikitha stood there, visibly shaken, but she composed herself with the quiet strength that had always defined her. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “Today is the court day. I thought… I would use this moment to share a ride for one last time. So I came to pick you up. I didn’t mean to… intrude.”

Jay nodded, guilt and a storm of emotions flickering across his face. “Wait in the car. I’ll come in 20 minutes.”

Nikitha walked through the house one last time. Everything looked almost exactly as she had left it — neat, organized, disciplined. Her touch still lingered in the carefully arranged bookshelves, the faint scent of her favorite incense that Jay hadn’t bothered to replace. Her heart felt unbearably heavy, like it was being crushed under the weight of memories and regret. The image of Sharmi’s naked body and Jay’s possessive hold on her flashed repeatedly in her mind. Yet, she reminded herself there was no point holding on. She only wished — truly, deeply — that Jay would find happiness, even if it wasn’t with her.

Thirty minutes later, Jay slid into the passenger seat. Nikitha started the car without a word, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.
The city blurred past them as they drove. After a long, suffocating silence, Nikitha finally spoke, her voice soft and vulnerable. “Since when have you and Sharmi been like this… an affair?”

Jay shook his head, staring out the window. “It’s not an affair. I’m just helping her get pregnant.” After a pause, he added quietly, “Her husband knows. It’s a temporary setup. She needs this… and I needed to feel something real again.”

Nikitha’s eyes widened slightly, pain flickering across her features. 
“Oh…Im glad its this way, i feared thinking about it and I actually didn’t want you to settle with Sharmi.”

“Why? as you and Sharmi dont get gel?” Jay asked.


“No, not that, the reason is she is married. You won’t have a real future with her. At least if it was with an unmarried woman, you could build a stable married life one day. Even Childrens.”

Jay smiled gently. “Not really. I’m content with whatever I have now. Even without marriage I’ll have a future with children in the form of Sharmi’s baby when she gets pregnant.”

Nikitha glanced at him. “Can you claim the child publicly?”


“That’s the disadvantage. I cannot claim it. But I’ll watch from a distance and feel happy. I like kids.”
“You never said this to me,” Nikitha said quietly.

Jay smiled sadly. “We never knew if we were truly serious about each other in the first place. That’s why I always asked you to take pills or brought condoms. But if I had even the slightest hint that we were forever… I would have lost count of the babies.”

Nikitha looked straight ahead, her vision blurring. “Forget it. We have moved on.”
“I know,” Jay replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The rest of the journey passed in heavy, aching silence, filled with everything they couldn’t say.

---

Several hours later, the court order was passed. They were legally divorced.

Nikitha and Jay stood facing each other outside the courthouse for a long time, the world fading around them. Neither could speak. Their hearts were heavy with countless memories — laughter, fights, late-night talks, the way their bodies once fit perfectly, the dreams they had built and shattered. Tears welled in both their eyes, but they held them back.

In their hearts, they prayed silently the same prayer:
Let the other lead a peaceful and happy life.

Jay reached out, gently squeezing her hand one final time. Nikitha squeezed back, then let go. They turned and walked away in opposite directions, the chapter of their love closing forever — painful, beautiful, and profoundly human.


Nikitha walked to the car with a heavy heart, each step feeling like it carried the weight of their entire shared history. She slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly as if it could anchor her against the storm inside her chest.

She closed her eyes, trying to breathe through the pain.


Her phone suddenly rang — an unknown number. Nikitha stared at the screen for a moment, her mind foggy and unwilling to engage with the world. Yet something compelled her to answer. She swiped to attend the call, pressing the phone to her ear.

“Hello?”

A calm, professional female voice spoke. “Am I speaking to Nikitha?”
Nikitha paused, distracted and emotionally drained. After a few seconds, she managed a quiet, “Yes…”
“Well, good,” the voice replied. “I’m Doctor Mithra. I realise now you may know who I am. If you’re okay with it, shall we meet sometime? It’s important.”

The name Mithra hit Nikitha like a thunderbolt. Her breath caught sharply in her throat. For a second, her mind went completely blank. She pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the screen in disbelief. Truecaller clearly displayed: Dr. Mithra.

Her hand trembled slightly as she held the phone. Of all the days, of all the moments — right after witnessing Jay with Sharmi, on the day of their divorce — this call had come. She didn’t know what to say, what to feel. The timing felt cruelly poetic.

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CHapter 138 - Only one heart at peace.

Nikitha’s fingers were still trembling, clutching the phone like a lifeline as Mithra’s name flashed accusingly on the screen. The ringtone cut through the silence of the courthouse corridor like a warning. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

Then another call sliced in—Tharun.

Without a second thought, she tapped to hold Mithra and switched lines. The decision felt electric, dangerous. Like stepping off a cliff and trusting the fall.

“Hey…” Tharun’s voice poured through the speaker, warm, deep, laced with barely contained hunger. “How did the judgment go?”
“It’s done,” Nikitha whispered, her voice shaky but relieved. “We’re officially divorced.”

A heavy, relieved exhale from his end sent a shiver racing down her spine. “Good. Finally. I have a surprise for you, baby. Come to me right now. I’m sending the location—don’t think, just come.”

Before she could catch her breath or ask questions, Tharun had already taken control. His messages buzzed in one after another—coordinates, flight details, a car waiting outside. Within hours, she found herself swept up in his whirlwind, boarding a flight to Mumbai with nothing but the clothes on her back and the divorce papers burning a hole in her bag.

The city lights blurred past as the car carried them to the familiar luxurious resort villa perched on the edge of the sea—the very place where everything had begun months ago. The same soft lighting, the same scent of salt air and jasmine. Nikitha’s pulse quickened as memories flooded back: stolen kisses, desperate touches, the first time he had claimed her against these very walls.

“Why here… of all places?” she asked as they stepped inside, her voice barely above a whisper. The door clicked shut behind them with finality.

Tharun turned to her slowly, his eyes dark with intent. He closed the distance in two strides, cupping her face in his large, warm hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “This is where I first made love to you, Nikitha. Where I knew you were meant to be mine. Now that you’re free from him… and I’ve cut every tie with Mithra and my family… we start fresh. Just you and me. No ghosts. No chains.”


The air between them thickened, charged like the moments before a storm. His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, tracing the curve of her neck, the rise of her breasts beneath her blouse. Nikitha felt exposed already, heat pooling low in her belly.

Tharun didn’t wait. He backed her against the cool wall with a gentle but insistent push, his body pressing into hers. His mouth crashed down on hers—deep, hungry, devouring. The kiss was possessive, tongues tangling, teeth grazing. His hands roamed greedily: sliding under her top, palms hot against her skin as he peeled the fabric upward and tossed it aside. With a practiced flick, her bra followed, freeing her full, heavy breasts. They spilled into his waiting hands.

“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he groaned, kneading them firmly, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. Nikitha mocked missed? you are always doing this.. He smirked and bent his head and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. Nikitha moaned, arching into him, her fingers threading through his hair.

His other hand worked lower, unbuttoning her pants and shoving them down along with her soaked panties. Cool air kissed her bare skin as his fingers brushed her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit with light strokes that made her hips buck.

“Tharun…” she gasped, desperate.

She tugged at his shirt, buttons flying as she yanked it open. Her hands explored the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, then lower, freeing his thick, throbbing cock from his trousers. It sprang hot and heavy into her palm, veins pulsing under her touch. She stroked him firmly, earning a deep, guttural growl.



In one fluid motion, Tharun lifted her. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, her wet pussy grinding against the length of his shaft as he carried her to the massive king-sized bed. He laid her down like something precious yet breakable, then climbed over her, caging her body with his.

His cock rubbed teasingly along her dripping slit, the head nudging her entrance again and again, coating himself in her arousal. “I want you so fucking badly,” he growled against her lips. “Been dreaming of this every night.”

He pushed her thighs wide apart, spreading her open. Then, with agonizing slowness, he thrust forward—inch by thick inch—stretching her, filling her completely in one long, deep stroke. Nikitha cried out, back bowing off the bed, nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming: the burn, the fullness, the perfect pressure against that spot deep inside.

Tharun held still for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and burning. Between heavy breaths, he asked, “Who are you now?”

“Your lover…” she moaned, clenching around him.

He smiled, dark and satisfied, then began to move—slow, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive nerve. The pace built, each thrust deeper, harder. Skin slapped against skin. Her breasts bounced with every impact.

“Who is Jay?” he demanded, voice rough as he slammed in harder.
“My ex…” she gasped, pleasure bordering on pain as he hit that perfect angle.

Tharun’s grin turned feral. He hooked her legs higher, folding her nearly in half, pounding deeper. “Who is Tharun?”

“My husband…” Nikitha screamed as another wave of ecstasy crashed through her.

That word—husband—unleashed him. He pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand, the other gripping her hip as he fucked her with raw, relentless intensity. The bed creaked violently beneath them. Sweat slicked their bodies, making every slide of skin against skin obscene and delicious. He sucked marks into her neck, her breasts, claiming every inch while his cock drove into her again and again, grinding against her clit on every thrust.

“How many children do you want?” he rasped, voice strained with building release.
“As many as you wish…” she whimpered, lost in the haze.

“Two?” He fucked her faster, hips snapping.

“Two… I need,” she cried, tears of pleasure pricking her eyes.
“Three?” His thrusts turned punishing, cock swelling inside her, hitting every sweet spot.

“Let’s plan… three,” Nikitha sobbed, her walls fluttering wildly around him.

Tharun’s control shattered. He released her wrists, gripping her ass with both hands as he drove into her with wild, possessive strokes. “You’re mine now,” he growled, teeth sinking gently into her shoulder. “Only mine. Forever.”

The coil inside her snapped. Nikitha came hard, screaming his name, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock like a vice. The orgasm ripped through her in powerful waves, vision whitening at the edges.

With a deep, animalistic groan, Tharun buried himself to the hilt one final time. His cock pulsed violently as he spilled inside her—hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her depths, filling her until it leaked around his shaft. He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last drop, every last tremor.


They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling tangle, breathing ragged, bodies still joined. Tharun held her close, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips with surprising tenderness.

“This is our new beginning,” he whispered into her hair.


Their bodies remained tangled on the luxurious king-sized bed, skin slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Tharun’s chest rose and fell against hers, his cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with residual pulses. He hadn’t softened completely. Even after that soul-shattering first round, he was still rock-hard, thick, and ready.


He kissed her slowly, deeply, tongues dancing in a lazy rhythm as his hips gave a few lazy, possessive thrusts, stirring his cum deeper into her. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured against her lips, voice husky and dark with renewed hunger. “I want a second round, baby. Right now.”


Nikitha’s heart swelled with a rush of pure happiness. This was freedom. No guilt. No secrets. Just them. For the first time, she felt truly liberated—eager, shameless, ready to give herself completely. A seductive smile curved her lips as she nodded, her fingers tracing the hard muscles of his back.

“And this time…” Tharun’s eyes gleamed with wicked mischief, “let’s record a selfie video. I want to capture every moan, every bounce of your beautiful tits while I fuck you senseless. Something just for us.”

Heat flooded her cheeks and core at the filthy suggestion. She bit her lip, nodding without hesitation. “Yes… I want that too.”
Tharun reached for her phone on the nightstand, his muscular body flexing beautifully in the dim golden light. He propped it up against the headboard, angling the camera to capture them perfectly. The red recording light blinked on. Nikitha spread her legs wide in invitation, her glistening, cum-smeared pussy on full display. She pulled him closer by the neck, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him hungrily.

He positioned himself between her thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging her swollen entrance once more. “Look at the camera, baby,” he growled, voice dripping with lust. “Show the lens who you belong to now.”

Just as he began to push inside her—stretching her slowly, deliciously—the phone screen suddenly flared to life with an incoming call.

Dr. Mithra
The name flashed boldly across the recording, Truecaller boldly labeling it. The ringtone sliced through their heavy breathing like a blade.
Tharun froze mid-thrust, his cock halfway buried inside her. His entire body went rigid. The passionate fire in his eyes extinguished in an instant, replaced by something colder—shock, then raw tension. “How the fuck did she get your number?” he demanded, voice low and strained.

“I… I don’t know,” Nikitha whispered, equally stunned. But she called me in the evening aftercourt.. 

Tharun asked what did she say?
nothing you called immedaitely and i had to pick your call.. then she didnt call me. 

Tharun inhaled deeply. 

Her walls involuntarily clenched around his thickness, but the magic was already shattering.

The call kept ringing, insistent, menacing. Tharun’s expression darkened further. His cock, so gloriously hard moments ago, began to soften inside her. With a frustrated curse, he pulled out completely, leaving her aching and empty. He rolled off her and collapsed onto his back, staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched tight. The phone continued vibrating on the headboard until the call finally went to voicemail.

The luxurious villa suddenly felt colder. The ocean waves outside, once romantic, now sounded like a distant warning.

Nikitha’s heart twisted. She moved closer, crawling over to him and resting her head on his broad, hairy chest. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed warmly against his side, nipples still hard from arousal. She trailed gentle fingers over his abs, trying to soothe him. “What happened, Tharun? Talk to me…”

He stayed silent for a long, heavy moment, one arm eventually coming around her shoulders. When he finally spoke, his voice was tight. “Let’s not delay this anymore. We should get married soon. As soon as possible.”

Nikitha lifted her head, searching his face. What she saw there made her stomach drop—visible fear in his eyes. Not just unease, but something deeper, almost haunted. The strong, dominant man who had just fucked her into oblivion now looked vulnerable in a way that sent a chill through her.

She tried to lighten the mood, tracing a finger down his chest playfully, her voice turning sultry. “Every time you ask me for a second round, I’m finally ready now… fully ready. Shall we continue?” She reached down, wrapping her soft hand around his semi-hard cock, stroking him gently, hoping to bring him back.

But Tharun caught her wrist, stopping her. “Sorry…” he muttered. Then, suddenly, he pulled her up roughly into his arms, hugging her with desperate strength. His powerful arms crushed her against him, face buried in her neck as if afraid she might vanish. “I’m serious, Nikki. We should marry soon. I need you to be mine completely. Legally. Before anything else happens.”

Nikitha hugged him back just as tightly, her naked body molding to his. She could feel his heart hammering wildly against hers. The earlier ecstasy now felt tainted by this sudden shadow. Questions swirled in her mind like a storm:  What hold did this woman still have over him? Why did one name turn her passionate lover into this fearful, urgent man?

She kissed his shoulder softly, but her thoughts raced. The timing felt too cruel, too deliberate. The villa that was supposed to be their sanctuary now echoed with unspoken threats.


Even on this night—the night that should have been their perfect new beginning—the shadow of the past refused to fade. It lingered in the silence between their heartbeats, in the unanswered call, and in the fear that had stolen the fire from Tharun’s eyes.

Nikitha closed her eyes, holding him tighter, but deep inside, a quiet dread began to bloom. Their fresh start was already being tested… and something told her the real storm was only just beginning.

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Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away in Bangalore, a very different kind of intimacy was unfolding.


Jay’s bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Sharmi lay beneath him on the rumpled sheets, her naked body glistening, legs still parted from their previous round. Her breathing was heavy, cheeks flushed, as she traced lazy circles on his chest.


She looked up at him with vulnerable eyes, voice soft and hesitant. “Jay… when I finally get pregnant and have to part ways… will you miss me? Even a little?”


Jay’s expression hardened instantly. The question seemed to irritate him. Without a word, he grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back in one swift, dominant motion. He climbed on top of her, his muscular body pinning her down, cock already hardening again against her thigh.


“This is not your life, Sharmi,” he said coldly, voice low and cutting as he stared directly into her eyes. “You came here for a need. It’s done. Don’t get emotionally attached to me.”

Sharmi’s lips parted, hurt flashing across her face as she started to speak—“But I—”

Before she could finish, Jay gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his thick cock deep inside her slick, cum-filled pussy. Sharmi gasped sharply, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely.

He didn’t give her any time to recover or respond. He started fucking her hard and relentlessly, hips slamming against hers with raw, mechanical intensity. The wet, obscene sound of his cock driving into her echoed in the room. Her breasts bounced violently with every brutal thrust.



“You’re here for one purpose,” Jay growled between heavy strokes, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other roughly kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple. “To carry a child for you and your husband. That’s it. Don’t complicate things with feelings.”


Sharmi moaned loudly despite herself, her body betraying her as pleasure mixed with the sting of his words. Her walls clenched tightly around his pounding shaft, still sensitive from before. Jay’s pace was merciless—deep, angry strokes that hit her cervix with every thrust, as if punishing her for daring to ask for more.



Sharmi could only whimper and nod, tears of mixed emotion pricking her eyes while her hips bucked up to meet his savage rhythm. Jay fucked her even harder, the bed creaking violently beneath them, chasing his own release with cold detachment.

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Back in Mumbai, Nikitha hugged Tharun tighter, completely unaware of the parallel scene playing out in Bangalore. Yet the weight in the air felt similar—past entanglements refusing to die quietly. Tharun’s fear of Mithra, Jay’s cold transactional lust with Sharmi… threads of old lives were still pulling at both of them.

The hearts Nikitha played were restless, while its was not same for Nikitha, she was happy but every other are struggling.

Nikitha kissed Tharun’s chest softly, but her mind swirled with unanswered questions. Their new beginning was supposed to be clean, passionate, and free.

Instead, the ghosts of yesterday were closing in from every direction.

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Choice of Mumbai…hurried request for marriage….claiming Nikitha…

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First thank you for the update Heygi bro  . 2 sweet surprise  ,first one ur update ,second one is jay & Sharmi . Jay & Nikitha getting back to back pleasure ...but pleasure only not love .  Now Jay vision is  clear  . waiting for nikitha , "The clouds still remain hidden along the path she walks."

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Chapter 139 - 3 Months and the unexpected news. 

Nikitha never expected Tharun to be so serious about marriage so suddenly. She had wanted a fresh start — a beautiful life built slowly, with proper blessings and stability once everything fell into place. But Tharun’s impulsive urgency after their Mumbai trip left her unsettled.

The next day, they returned to Bangalore. For several weeks, Tharun’s mood remained off. He was restless, sometimes distant. Under his strict instructions, Nikitha stopped attending any calls from Mithra and never called her back. Surprisingly, Mithra also stopped trying after their return.
During those weeks, Tharun kept persuading Nikitha to register their marriage quickly, even without their parents’ support. But Nikitha remained determined. Deep down, she didn’t want Tharun to suffer the same fate Jay had endured — a broken relationship with his parents because of her. She had already seen how family rejection could slowly poison a marriage, and she refused to let that happen again.

Tharun, however, didn’t stop. He began travelling to Cochin almost every week, trying to convince his parents. But their stance remained firm — they wanted him to marry Mithra. Almost three months passed with no progress. The tension in their relationship grew.

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One evening, during a major company event, an unexpected incident occurred.

Nikitha and Sharmi were both working on the arrangements. Though their relationship had been cold and distant for a long time, they maintained professional civility. Suddenly, in the middle of the event, Sharmi fainted and collapsed.

Despite their strained friendship, Nikitha’s concern took over. She quickly called for help and, with the assistance of a few colleagues, rushed Sharmi to the nearest hospital. Tharun was busy with an important client meeting, and Jay was away attending a company workshop.

At the hospital, the atmosphere turned dramatic. Nikitha waited anxiously outside the emergency room. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally came out and approached her.
“Are you a family member?” the doctor asked.

“Not exactly… but I’m her colleague. She doesn’t have anyone here right now,” Nikitha replied, worried.

The doctor nodded and delivered the news with a small smile.

“Sharmi is pregnant. Congratulations to her. We’ve stabilized her. It looks like she’s around 10-12 weeks along. She fainted due to low blood pressure and weakness. She needs proper rest and care.”
Nikitha stood frozen, completely stunned.

Pregnant.

The word echoed in her mind. She knew immediately what this meant — Jay had been helping Sharmi conceive. The reality hit her like a wave. A strange mix of emotions flooded her — shock, discomfort, and an unexpected pang of something she couldn’t quite name.

She quietly sat down on the hospital bench, processing the news. The same Sharmi who had once interfered in her life was now carrying a child that was likely Jay’s. Life had come full circle in the most unexpected way.

Nikitha stared at the floor, lost in thought, wondering how Jay would react when he found out… and how this new development would affect everyone around them.

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Chapter 140 - At-least i Wont hurt him


The hospital staff gently asked the small crowd of colleagues to leave the premises to avoid disturbance. Nikitha, however, stayed back. She sat alone in the quiet waiting area while Sharmi rested inside the room.

Hours later, a nurse approached her. “The patient has woken up. You can go in if you’d like.”

Nikitha hesitated but eventually entered the room. Sharmi was sitting up in bed, looking pale but stable. When she saw Nikitha, she didn’t bother thanking her or even offering a polite smile.
“You’re awake,” Nikitha said hesitantly. “You need to be careful from now on… you’re pregnant.”

Sharmi’s eyes widened in pure shock — a happy, disbelieving kind of shock. Without wasting a second, she reached for her mobile and dialed her husband. Nikitha stood there awkwardly, watching the scene unfold. She knew the child in Sharmi’s womb was most likely Jay’s, yet Sharmi had chosen to inform her husband first.

After the emotional phone call ended, with Sharmi’s face glowing with joy, Nikitha couldn’t hold back.

“You could have called Jay first,” she said quietly.

Sharmi’s expression hardened instantly. “It’s none of your business. Don’t act like you care about Jay now.”
Nikitha was taken aback but refused to stay silent. “You never know anything about me, my mindset, or my feelings.”

Sharmi let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I don’t know. But I know how Jay felt. How broken he was. How truly he loved you! That man uttered your name even when he was having sex with me. And you threw away a man like him for your new love.”

“Enough, Sharmi,” Nikitha snapped, her voice shaking. “I just felt Jay deserved to know. Nothing else. I don’t want to continue this conversation.”
But Sharmi wasn’t done. “Yeah, I fear starting a conversation with you too. You’re not just dumb — you’re selfish. You never had proper
 communication. You messed up everything. The last two times I tried to bring you and Jay closer, you ended up going further with Tharun. Worst of all, you had sex with Tharun while Jay was lying in the hospital after his accident.”

Sharmi smirked coldly. “No one is happy when you mess up. In my eyes, you’re a selfish person who thinks whatever you do is rightful for everyone. You can’t see when things are falling apart around you.

You broke Jay’s heart. Your presence and your decisions made his parents stay away from him. When things were finally getting better and his parents started warming up to you, why did you hurt them too by walking out of their family? Now tell me — are you even leading a happy life?

You made Tharun’s parents fight with him. Worse, I heard he had a lover already. Have you ever tried to listen to the other person’s thoughts and stories before forcing your righteousness and promises on everyone? Have you heard Jay? Have you heard Jay’s parents? Have you heard Tharun’s parents? Have you heard Mithra?

Everyone except you and Tharun is unhappy. That’s the truth. At least I’ve given Jay a better place than you did. It may not be the kind of love you gave him, but my space won’t hurt him the way you did.”

Nikitha stared at her in disbelief, she uttered..... “I’m sorry…Looks like you Jay than i have imagined.”

Sharmi laughed bitterly. “Again? I never said I love him. But who would not love a person like Jay? He stayed calm. He looked out for you even after everything. He loved you even when he witnessed things he should never have seen. After every heartbreak. Poor Mithra might be facing the same fate right now.”

Nikkitha could not understand what it is meant by "He loved you even when he witnessed things he should never have seen".. but before she process. Sharmi moved from her place. 

Sharmi slowly got up from the bed, gathered her things, and walked toward the door. Before leaving, she turned back one last time.
“I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not destroying the people around me.”

With those final words, Sharmi left the room, leaving Nikitha standing alone, completely stranded in her thoughts — shaken, guilty, and more confused than ever.

[oxy.raj]

Does the latest episode is written by keeping in mind about the commentor who often tries to deviate you on the plot, i find the same similarities between both Nikki and him?

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 141 - Nikitha calls Mithra

For the first time in a long while, Nikitha was truly taken aback.

Sharmi’s words had struck her like a sharp slap. Her solid decision to move forward with Tharun suddenly cracked. Did I really not hear anyone? Did I never truly listen?

She stood alone in the hospital corridor, her mind reeling. She knew she had hurt Jay deeply. She had hurt his parents too. And now, she was forced to accept that she was also the reason Tharun’s parents were fighting with him. Mithra — the woman she had never even spoken to — was trying to reach out, perhaps to patch things up or find closure. Yet Nikitha had never given her a chance to speak.

Deep down, despite everything, Nikitha still believed Tharun loved her. She trusted the man she had chosen. But a quiet voice inside her now wanted to hear Mithra’s side of the story. She didn’t want to be the person who couldn’t please everyone, but she felt a strong need to at least try — to clear the air and make things right in whatever small way she could.

Without overthinking it any further, Nikitha pulled out her phone and dialed Dr. Mithra’s number.
The call rang twice before Mithra answered.

“Nikitha?” Mithra’s voice sounded surprised. “Did you called me mistakenly?

Nikkitha: No I called you. 

Mithra: What happened?   Is everything okay with Tharun?  Whats that noise, like you are in a hospital?

Nikitha: Yea “I’m at the hospital,” .

Mithra’s tone immediately turned anxious. “What? What happened to Tharun?”

“No, no,” Nikitha said quickly. “I came here for a friend. It’s a different story. 

The purpose i called you is to .... like...... Last time you wanted to meet me…”
“Yes,” Mithra said cautiously.

“Then let’s meet now.”
Mithra was silent for a moment. “Why suddenly?”

Nikitha took a deep breath. “I just want to talk. I want to hear things. But at the same time, I want to make it clear — to everyone — what I have chosen. I want to speak clearly.”

There was another pause on the other end.
“Alright,” Mithra finally said. “Come to this address. I’ll be waiting.”

Mithra shared the location. Nikitha saved it and cut the call.

---

She stood still for a few moments, staring at her phone. Her heart was beating faster than usual. A strange mix of nervousness, guilt, and determination filled her chest. Meeting Mithra felt like stepping into unknown territory, but after Sharmi’s harsh words, she couldn’t ignore the growing discomfort inside her anymore.

Nikitha took a deep breath, wiped her eyes, and started walking toward the hospital exit. For the first time in months, she was about to face a part of Tharun’s past that he had always kept hidden.

She didn’t know what answers awaited her, but she knew she had to go.

[RCF]

Does the latest episode is written by keeping in mind about the commentor who often tries to deviate you on the plot, i find the same similarities between both Nikki and him?

Why do you feel this is not normal or won't happen? We all know that the story of Tharun's past has not been revealed even though everything was cleared from the start with all the characters on this side of the story...don't you think it was kept in the dark for a reason? 

When that is true then you have to believe that this was always part of the original plot and not a deviation...Nikita's decision were always right, and its her life and her right to make a decision for herself and having said that, it doesn't mean they are right for others...her decisions will have consequences for others, she only kept Jay in her focus always and made sure her decisions won't impact Jay deeply and made sure he moved on as well but she never thought about Mithra or Tharun's parents or even Jay's parents so what Sharmi is saying is true even though its not Nikita's entire fault. 

Mostly it would be Tharun's fault if their relationship falls apart. 

~RCF

[Shoidul]

Bro thanks a lot for ur update.Now little bit satisfied about this story , but not fully.Is this story end or got some more ?

[Shoidul]

Why do you feel this is not normal or won't happen? We all know that the story of Tharun's past has not been revealed even though everything was cleared from the start with all the characters on this side of the story...don't you think it was kept in the dark for a reason? 

When that is true then you have to believe that this was always part of the original plot and not a deviation...Nikita's decision were always right, and its her life and her right to make a decision for herself and having said that, it doesn't mean they are right for others...her decisions will have consequences for others, she only kept Jay in her focus always and made sure her decisions won't impact Jay deeply and made sure he moved on as well but she never thought about Mithra or Tharun's parents or even Jay's parents so what Sharmi is saying is true even though its not Nikita's entire fault. 

Mostly it would be Tharun's fault if their relationship falls apart. 

~RCF

Yes I agree with u TQ