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

[Pushpa Purusan]

They will fuck and make Tharun hear.  Tharun will call her names and move.she will take vitamin pills thinking as contraceptive pills. She will get pregnant.

[RCF]

They will fuck and make Tharun hear.  Tharun will call her names and move.she will take vitamin pills thinking as contraceptive pills. She will get pregnant.

Nikita will never hurt Tharun like that ....but situations will demand it if that's the course of the story in next few chapter....

She wants Tharun to realize his true love...she knows her going back to Jay will make him hurt and force him to evaluate his choice...but in the process they might make real love and realize their true love for each other...

Entire story Nikita alone understanding the scope of her choices but true ending to this story will come only when Tharun understand his guilt and burden of his choices, Nikita is forcing him to do that now....

Good call on the pills now, Tharun's ploy could actually work other way....

~RCF

[Hornytamilan23]

Nikita will never hurt Tharun like that ....but situations will demand it if that's the course of the story in next few chapter....

She wants Tharun to realize his true love...she knows her going back to Jay will make him hurt and force him to evaluate his choice...but in the process they might make real love and realize their true love for each other...

Entire story Nikita alone understanding the scope of her choices but true ending to this story will come only when Tharun understand his guilt and burden of his choices, Nikita is forcing him to do that now....

Good call on the pills now, Tharun's ploy could actually work other way....

~RCF

Exactly Didn't you read my poem?

[vk64]

Nice update
Good job

[vk64]

Guys read and enjoy the story
No tension what happen
Anything will happen will be good

[DesertStorm]

Exactly Didn't you read my poem?

Your 4 poems are simply amazing my friend.. they actually brought a smile on my face when I was worried about the updates 

Thanks Man!!! (I know you were replying to RCF but just thought I will reply to you)

Actually this story reminded me of this movie's plot

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nalugu_Stambhalata_(film)

[Hornytamilan23]

One more poem remains—it's for HornyTamilan23, myself.

Thank you so much.

Only those who can look beyond lust will truly understand its meaning. It's wonderful that you are one of those people.

I'm sincerely grateful to you.

[RCF]

Your 4 poems are simply amazing my friend.. they actually brought a smile on my face when I was worried about the updates 

Thanks Man!!! (I know you were replying to RCF but just thought I will reply to you)

Actually this story reminded me of this movie's plot

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nalugu_Stambhalata_(film)

Close but not really...

Here Jay doesn't have anyone to move on to nor he has anyone like Kamala for Naresh to hang on to for future, same applies for Mithra...

Simple one liner for this story: Stick to your choices and own mistakes or Correct them and make things right....that's all there is to the story. 

Only story here on this platform which came close to deviating me from my one belief I always have supported in all stories...Love should win at the end but here I am OK if couple stick to choices as well...masterful writing. 

Real question is if they stick to their choices, can they overcome the guilt and build a future with love? Can Nikita forgive herself for destroying so many lives unknowingly? 

~RCF

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 149 : Shattered Illusions


Nikitha’s heart hammered against her ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The knocking on the hotel door echoed through the room—sharp, insistent, unrelenting. Tharun had found her. Somehow. The panic clawed up her throat, making her breath come in shallow gasps. She glanced at Jay, who lounged against the headboard with that maddening calm, his eyes dark and watchful, waiting for her next move.

“I… I don’t know how he tracked me,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Jay, what do we—”

Jay’s gaze didn’t waver. “What’s next? I can’t act like we’re making out. That’s too obvious.”

Nikitha swallowed hard. She rose from the bed, the silky nightie clinging to her curves, the thin fabric whispering against her thighs. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and the low neckline revealed the soft swell of her breasts with every shaky breath. “No. We just say we had sex. No need to show anything.”

Jay stood slowly, his movements deliberate. “Slow down. What exactly are we going to do, dont surprise me?”

“Nothing,” she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction. “Let’s pretend we had sex. I’ll open the door, have a quick conversation, tell him it’s over, and ask him to leave.”

Jay’s fingers found the hem of his shirt. In one fluid motion, he pulled it over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his abdomen that caught the dim lamplight. His skin was warm, familiar—dangerously so. Nikitha’s eyes traced the lines of muscle before she caught herself. “Don’t overdo it,” she warned softly. “Just… leave it at this. I’ll handle the door.”


He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating toward her. “Why not let him see us semi-naked? Let him really believe we fucked.”
She stepped back until the edge of the bed pressed against her legs. “No,” she breathed, voice low and urgent. “It would be too harsh on Tharun. I’ll just tell him verbally. That we had sex. No visual tease.”

Jay’s stressed that  “It would be more effective, Nikki. Visual proof.”

She turned to face him fully, her back now to the door. In the low light, her nightie had slipped slightly off one shoulder, exposing smooth, flushed skin. She placed a hand on his bare chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm—strong, alive, pulling at every unresolved emotion between them. “Will you be able to handle seeing your woman having sex right in front of your eyes with someone? This isn’t punishment or cruelty, Jay. I just want him to register me as… unreliable. Someone who can’t be trusted as a partner anymore.”

Just letting him know is enough.

Jay searched her face, his hand covering hers on his chest. 
“I get it. But if he witnessed it… he’d breakup with you instantly, wouldn’t he?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “It would shatter the relationship in a second. But more than that… it leaves a trauma. A sense of defeat that lingers. When the person you love sees you like that—raw, intimate, given to someone else—they never fully get back on their feet. Don’t you know that?” 

See “We were married once. Imagine if I had openly had sex in front of you. Do you think you’d be standing here the same way now like a friend? Highly impossible, you would despise for rest of your life, it would leave a trauma in you, you wont have a strength to move on?”

Jay’s jaw tightened.

He said, quietly, painfully: “I had seen. And I’m still here.”

The words hit her like a physical blow. 

She didnt expected it, for a second it looked like she did some grave mistake, she could not get herself up for a second. 

Nikitha’s face crumpled. 

Suddenly, Sharmi’s voice echoed in her mind, cruelly clear: 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.

She looked at him unbelievably, Jay said.. i saw you having sex with him.. with my own eyes, yet i stand here for you.. 
Nikitha was broken, she struggled yet asked.. why?.... 

Jay said because i think i still love you.. i still treasure you...

Reality crashed over her. She staggered, her legs suddenly weak. Tears flooded her eyes, spilling hot and fast down her cheeks. “Jay…” A sob tore from her throat. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” She covered her face with both hands, shoulders shaking as the weight of everything she had done—of every choice that had wounded him—poured out.

Jay hesitated only a second before pulling her into his arms. His bare chest was warm, solid, the scent of him enveloping her like a memory she could never escape. She melted against him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her tear-streaked face into the crook of his neck. “I didn’t know,” she wept. “I would have been careless… I never intended to hurt you. Not like that. Never at any instance. I’m sorry, Jay. I’m so, so sorry.”

He rubbed slow, soothing circles on her back, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine through the thin nightie. “Shh… See, Tharun is outside. We can talk about our story later.”

She shook her head fiercely against his chest, her tears wetting his skin. The knocking continued—Tharun’s voice growing louder, angrier. I’m here, Nikitha! You can’t fool me with your stupid acts! Hotel staff voices joined the fray outside, trying to calm him.

After several long minutes, her sobs quieted into shaky breaths. Jay murmured, “ More Staff are approaching, i could hear footsteps... Tharun might leave. Let’s open the door and do the act.”

But Nikitha shook her head again. Something had shifted inside her—raw, desperate, inevitable. She lifted her gaze to his, eyes still glistening. “Fuck me.”

Jay froze, searching her face. “What?”

“You said you can’t say no to me.” Her voice was husky, trembling with emotion and need. She rose onto her toes, one hand sliding up his chest to cup the back of his neck. Their lips met—soft at first, then deepening with years of pent-up longing, regret, and love that refused to die. The kiss was slow, sensual, her body pressing flush against his. Her breasts molded against his chest through the silk, nipples hardening as heat pooled low in her belly. Jay’s hands roamed her back, sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her closer until she could feel his growing arousal against her.

Outside, the commotion peaked. Tharun had shown the staff a photo, claiming Nikitha was his fiancée. He crouched low, peering desperately through the keyhole.

What he saw destroyed him.

Through the small opening, he caught the unmistakable sight: Nikitha in that revealing nightie, body arched into Jay’s shirtless frame, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss that spoke of far more than pretense. Jay’s hands were on her, possessive and tender. It wasn’t an act. It was real.
Tharun’s legs gave out. He collapsed to the floor, the world tilting violently. Pain—sharp, visceral—ripped through him. He sat there for minutes, numb, unable to process the image burned into his mind. Eventually, staff helped him up, but he barely registered them. He had booked another room in the same hotel. He wasn’t leaving this country without answers. Without her.

Inside the room, Nikitha pulled back just enough to whisper against Jay’s lips, her breath warm and ragged, “I want you to take me Now.” Her hands trembled as they explored his chest, tracing every ridge and scar she remembered. The emotional flood had cracked her open, leaving only desire and the aching need to reconnect—with the man who had seen her at her worst and still held her.

Jay’s response was a low groan, his mouth claiming hers again with deeper hunger. The nightie slipped further down her shoulder as his fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to expose the elegant line of her throat. He kissed her there, slow and wet, teeth grazing skin that flushed hot under his touch. Her soft moans filled the space between them, mingling with the distant sounds of Tharun’s fading presence.

In that moment, regret, love, pain, and passion wove together into something fierce and unbreakable. Outside, a door slammed. Inside, walls came down.

Nikitha once again slipped but this is unplanned, and unforseen by anyone.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 150: Fractured Dawn


Golden sunlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, painting the hotel room in warm, hazy strokes. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams as the sun rose over the city. Nikitha lay awake, her body still humming from the night before. She was completely naked, her smooth skin pressed against Jay’s equally bare form. His arm was dbangd possessively over her waist, their legs tangled beneath the rumpled sheets. The scent of sex and sweat still lingered faintly in the air—musky, intimate, undeniable.

She studied his face in the quiet light. In sleep, Jay looked peaceful, almost boyish. The usual tension around his eyes had softened, his breathing deep and even. For the first time in what felt like forever, he seemed to have found real rest. A pang of tenderness twisted in her chest, quickly followed by crushing guilt. He finally had a clean, peaceful sleep after so long… because of me?

Last night had been impulsive, born of guilt, tears, and overwhelming need. She had surrendered herself to him completely—arching beneath his touch, whispering his name like a prayer as he filled her again and again. The way his hands had explored every curve of her body, the way he had kissed her tears away while moving deep inside her, slow and sensual at first, then urgent and consuming. Her legs wrapped around him, nails digging into his back as pleasure crashed through her in waves. It had felt like coming home… and like the ultimate betrayal of everything she now believed about herself.

Nikitha carefully slipped out from under his arm, her heart aching. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. 

He warned me once, she thought bitterly. I’ve successfully destroyed everyone’s peace. Hurt every heart around me. I was poison. Unworthy.

Returning to Jay would only drag him back into the chaos she created. She couldn’t do that to him—not after everything he had endured, including the things he had silently witnessed.

At the same time, a cold fear gripped her. Had Tharun seen them last night? The kiss? The way their bodies had moved together in the shadows? She couldn’t bear to think about it, yet she had to face it. She resolved to become the unreliable partner—the woman who would hurt him again and again until he finally stepped back. It was the kindest cruelty she could offer.

Quietly, she gathered herself. She padded to the bathroom, the cool tiles a shock against her heated skin. Under the shower, she let the water cascade over her body, washing away the traces of Jay’s touch even as memories made her thighs clench. She dressed in a simple sundress that hugged her figure, then glanced once more at the sleeping man she still loved too much. With a heavy heart, she left the room.


At the reception, she inquired discreetly about the man who had caused the disturbance last night. 
The staff confirmed he was staying in the hotel—Room 412. Her pulse quickened. She went straight there.


Tharun opened the door almost instantly, as if he had been standing right behind it. He looked wrecked. Dark circles shadowed his eyes. He clearly hadn’t slept. His hair was disheveled, clothes rumpled from the night before. The moment he saw her, raw longing flooded his expression.

“Why are you like this?” Nikitha asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Her voice was steady but laced with exhaustion. “I told you I came here to have sex with Jay. Why won’t you believe it? I don’t know if you saw or heard anything, but my intention isn’t to hurt you. This is the life I want now—an open one. I’ve become… a woman who craves variety. I can’t be with just one man. If you ever choose me, you have to be ready for that. Ready for me to slip away whenever the urge takes me.”

Tharun’s face tightened, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he stepped forward and gently pressed a finger to her lips. “Stop. I don’t want to hear anything else.” His voice was hoarse, thick with emotion. “I just need you in my life, Nikitha. I can’t be separated from you. I feel like I’ve mentally committed to you already. I can’t be the same even for a single day without you.”

She stared at him, frustration and sorrow swirling inside her. “Why are you acting like a child? This isn’t healthy, Tharun.”
“Come back to me,” he pleaded, voice breaking. He reached for her hands, holding them tightly. 
“Marry me. If you want others… I’ll allow it. Just don’t leave me.”

Nikitha felt the ground shift beneath her. The man who once demanded full ownership, who had been fiercely possessive, was now willing to share her. He had stooped so low for her. “Do I really worth it, Tharun? Why are you lowering yourself like this?”

“Because I can’t imagine a single day without you,” he whispered fiercely. “A life without you is no life at all.”

She searched his eyes and saw it clearly now—something deeper than love. It was obsession, a consuming, all-encompassing fixation that had taken root. He wasn’t just in love; he was mentally bound to her, willing to endure anything, even the pain of sharing, just to keep her in his orbit. The realization settled heavily in her chest.

“What do you want?” she asked softly, almost defeated. “Why is everyone giving me such a hard time with love?”
“Marry me,” he repeated, eyes burning with determination. “Come with me now. Trust me—the past 24 hours have been torture. I’ve already set the date. It’s this weekend—five days from now. You have to come with me.”

Nikitha looked into his serious, unwavering gaze. The fight he had put up, traveling all this way, refusing to let go… it was overwhelming. Last night’s impulsive surrender to Jay had been a mistake, one that might have given Jay false hope. She couldn’t keep hurting people like this. But pushing Tharun away the obvious way wasn’t working.

A new resolve settled over her. She would play a different game entirely.

[Hornytamilan23]

Thangam... this has become deeply personal.

True love never fades,lt simply waits, quietly, beyond time and distance.

What began as a story has now drifted far beyond its pages. Somehow, you've touched a part of my soul I never expected anyone to reach.

You've struck a chord within me, and that feels nothing short of unbelievable.

[DesertStorm]

Heygi,

What a reveal of what Jay witnessed!!! Couldn't be a better situation ... but if I understood Jay's character, he wouldn't fully proceed (remember his words to Sharmi after Nikitha left when Sharmila offered herself)..

Or may be he will go all the way (I am covering all possibilities here) and then Nikitha takes vitamins because it's an act to make Tharun move on and she still feels she is not deserving Jay..

Ot Jay moved on after witnessing maybe Tharun will not even after witnessing... I really don't know..

My mind and heart keep predicting different endings.. i really don't know which one is saying which ending..you are outdoing yourself with every episode..if I start praising the way you are weaving, people might think it's an update instead of a comment ...hahaha ?

You should seriously pursue writimg as a part time career atleast... We might miss you here in this site but you will reach more people and they will be similarly enthralled the way we are now..

Thanks Heygi!!

Edit: As usual this comment was supposed to be before the latest chapter

[RCF]

At this point it became too messy....

Every one should go separate ways and leave this past and present....hope for better future....

Mithra, Tharun can never be together now....even if Nikita sacrifices, she just destroyed Tharun in a way it won't rekindle anything with Mithra....At the same time Nikita and Tharun getting married won't work as Nikita can't live this life with out guilt of destroying two other lives so her committing to this marriage will only lose peace and in process destroy them every single day together....

Her last night sex was another mistake with Jay now as it would destroy him later when he realizes the earth shattering love awakening sex he had with her is just temporary....what was the point.....

At this point it is better for each and every one to forget everything about their past and present and live with just memories, Nikita will probably live with a child...Jay will live with two kids still cannot claim them...

~ RCF

[Hornytamilan23]

Deii... heygi... I don't know who you are. Yet some miracles are born only when you set the bird free to find its own sky.

[Hornytamilan23]

I don't know who HeygiWriter is. I know nothing about RCF. Yet these unknown souls have quietly become a refuge for my restless mind. Strange, isn't it? Sometimes, peace arrives wearing the face of a stranger.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 152 : The Weight of Goodbyes


Sunlight had fully claimed the room by the time Jay stirred. He reached out instinctively, his hand sliding across cool sheets where warmth should have been. Nikitha was gone. The faint scent of her skin and the lingering musk of their passion still clung to the pillow, but the space beside him felt achingly empty.

Jay lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling with a quiet, knowing smirk. “Nikki… why are you like this?” he murmured to the empty room. He knew she still loved him—buried it deep under layers of guilt and self-loathing—but she kept running. Last night had been raw and real: her body yielding to his with desperate hunger, soft moans turning into cries of release as he moved inside her, slow and deep, then hard and claiming. Every touch, every kiss had spoken what her words refused to. Yet here she was, fleeing again before the morning light could force her to face it.

He dressed casually, refusing to chase the ghost she had become. Hours later, he stepped into the lobby, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, only to freeze at the sight near the reception desk.

Nikitha stood there in the same sundress, looking composed but fragile. Beside her, Tharun gripped her hand tightly, their bags already loaded onto a trolley. Tharun’s eyes met Jay’s across the marble floor. A flash of triumph—and warning—crossed his face.

“I and Nikki are getting married in five days,” Tharun announced, voice loud enough to carry. “Please don’t come. My humble request.” He tugged Nikitha’s hand, ready to leave.

But Nikitha stopped him gently. “Wait. Let me tell him a proper goodbye.”

She approached Jay slowly. Up close, he could see the redness in her eyes, the exhaustion she tried to hide. Her voice dropped to a near-whisper, thick with emotion. “I’m sorry if I gave you false hope last night. The sex… consider it as repayment for all the pain I caused you. I’m sorry, Jay.”
Jay’s jaw tightened, but his expression remained steady. “So the marriage is really happening in five days?”

She nodded, eyes glistening. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, voice cracking. “I’m not worthy of you. Meet someone else. Lead a good life. Forget me.” The words tasted like ash on her tongue. She turned before the tears could fall, letting Tharun guide her away.

Jay watched them leave, the smirk from earlier long gone. His chest felt hollow.

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Back at Tharun’s family home, the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. His parents were already there, faces tight with reluctant acceptance. They had finally bent to their son’s unyielding demands. Nikitha felt the finality of it settle over her like a heavy shroud as she stepped inside. Everything was moving forward. Everything was over.

“I have a headache,” she murmured after brief greetings. “I need to rest.” She escaped to the bedroom, closing the door behind her and sinking onto the bed. Minutes later, a soft knock sounded. Tharun’s mother entered.

“What’s bothering you, child? Everything is good now, isn’t it?” The older woman’s tone was polite but cool. “I still don’t fully approve of you. But we have no other option. Tharun has made his choice.”

Nikitha offered a weak smile. Tharun peeked in, saw the two women talking, and quietly closed the door, giving them space.

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The next days blurred into a whirlwind of preparations. Though they had planned a simple temple ceremony, Tharun insisted on making everything perfect for Nikitha. The family moved from shop to shop—vibrant silk sarees that shimmered like liquid gold, intricate gold jewelry that caught the light with every movement, flowers, accessories, and all the little details that turned a rushed wedding into something almost magical.

Nikitha smiled through it all, partly genuine. Tharun’s family had accepted her—for their son’s sake. He had gone to extremes, even after she had bluntly told him she wanted an open relationship. His devotion was overwhelming, almost frightening in its intensity. She let him hold her hand as they chose her bridal wear, his thumb stroking her skin with quiet possessiveness.

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Exactly two days before the wedding, the entire family gathered for dinner at a popular upscale restaurant. Laughter and conversation flowed under warm lights. Tharun sat proudly beside Nikitha, his parents across from them, the table laden with fragrant dishes.

“I’ll just use the restroom,” Nikitha said midway through the meal, squeezing Tharun’s hand before slipping away.

Minutes passed. Then an hour.

Tharun’s unease grew into alarm. He excused himself and searched the entire restaurant—restrooms, corridors, even the garden outside. No sign of her. Panic set in as he called her phone repeatedly, only to find it switched off. He rushed home. Empty. He drove to her old hostel. Nothing. Desperation clawing at him, he finally went to the one place he dreaded: Jay’s house.

Jay opened the door, expression unreadable. But the answer was the same.
Nikitha was nowhere to be found.

[saka1981]

At this point it is better for each and every one to forget everything about their past and present and live with just memories, Nikita will probably live with a child...Jay will live with two kids still cannot claim them...

~ RCF

before that last post RCF bro cmts like this ....So that im saying RCF is shadow of heygi bro

[Pushpa Purusan]

Can't understand why tharun fear to go to Mithra. I liked Mithra character as she did not open her legs to any man in heat of moment even to her lover.

[Hornytamilan23]

Is this even possible? I've searched every path my mind could imagine, every explanation my heart could bear. Perhaps I'm too weak to accept it. Or perhaps this kind of acceptance is beyond ordinary men. Maybe only God can hold such truths without breaking.

[Pushpa Purusan]

Run away bride