07-06-2026, 09:42 PM
Chapter 5: Honest Confessions and New Battles
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains of their small bedroom. Jay and Nikitha lay tangled in the sheets, still naked from the previous night’s intense passion. The air smelled of sex and their mixed scents. For a long time, neither spoke. Then Jay turned to her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“We should talk,” he said quietly.
Nikitha nodded, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts as she sat up. “Yes. Honestly.”
Jay looked into her eyes. “Do you love me, Nikitha?”
She stayed silent for a few seconds, then shook her head gently. “No… not yet. I care for you deeply.
I’m grateful. I feel safe with you. But love? I dont think so...”
Jay let out a soft breath of relief. “Same here.
I don’t love you either. Not in that filmy way.
But I respect you. I desire you. And after last night… I don’t want to stop what we started.”
Nikitha smiled faintly. “Then let’s not pretend. We’re already married. We’ve shared our bodies.
Let’s honor this relationship properly.
We can grow into love one day… if it’s meant to be.”
Exactly my thought.. i just dont want both of us to emotionally think we are in love and get hurt, if plan changes in future.
They both nodded in agreement.
When the topic of children came up, Nikitha became firm. “I don’t want kids right now. I need to prove myself first. I sacrificed my mother’s assets to save my life… and I refuse to let my stepmother enjoy what rightfully belongs to me. I’ve collected all the CCTV footage of her forcing me to sign those documents. I want to fight the case and get everything back. For that, I need money, stability, and social protection. Our marriage gives me that social protection. That thought became clear to me only after we had sex last night. I started believing you could be my only partner in this fight. But if we have kids now, I’ll lose focus. So… no kids until I win this battle.”
Jay listened carefully and nodded.
“I’m on the same page. I don’t plan on having kids anytime soon either. We’re still building our lives from nothing.”
Nikitha then looked at him seriously. “What about your family? I can never go back to mine — they never loved me. But your parents do love you. They’re just angry. If you want to patch things up and go back… and if that means you don’t want me anymore, I’ll step aside. I won’t hold you back.”
Jay immediately caught her hand and pulled her close. “No. Never. You stood with me during my worst time. I can’t leave you now.
Let me shamelessly tell this...
I may not love you yet, but this relationship can be purely beneficial — for support, for sex, for survival.
Morally, I will never abandon you.”
They shared a knowing, slightly sad smile.
Jay added softly, “One day, I do want to go back to my family. And when that day comes, I’ll take you with me as my wife.”
If you still available and wanted to be my wife..
Nikitha smiled and said i too, want to try our marriage life with no emotional attachment.
The next few days were filled with a new, playful energy. They had sex almost every night — sometimes slow and exploratory, sometimes raw and fun. There was no judgment, no pressure, just two young people enjoying each other’s bodies freely and laughing together afterwards. Their “thick friends with benefits” arrangement felt liberating.
A week later, Nikitha woke up with sharp pain in her lower stomach. Worried, Jay immediately took her to a nearby hospital. After several scans and tests, the doctor assured them it was just severe heat and mild gastric issues — nothing serious.
While waiting at the entrance for their final reports, Jay suddenly froze.
Standing a short distance away were his maternal uncle and his cousin — the girl Jay was supposed to marry. She was now heavily pregnant, her big belly clearly visible. Almost eight months had passed since their temple marriage, and time had flown faster than Jay realized.
The uncle spotted him first. A cruel smile spread across his face.
“Ohhh… mapillai! The one who ran away!” he called out loudly, drawing attention. “Look at you… standing here penniless in a government hospital. Do you need money? Should I give you some?”
Oh why the rich person is standing here at the govt hospital? Jay asked mockingly!
Uncle smirked, you are just thinking at your my son! Look at her, she came t o deliver, foods and medicines for needy here.. We are here to support a cause arranged by the hospital!
He continued taunting mercilessly. “Marrying this random girl has brought you to this level, huh? You missed out on my daughter. See how well she’s settled — pregnant with her husband’s child. He bought two cars and two apartments in just six months! You are nothing without your father’s money.”
Nikitha, standing beside Jay, felt her blood boil. Before Jay could respond, she stepped forward and said firmly, “He earns in lakhs. He is smart, sharp, and we are planning to buy our own house soon. He is also fighting my asset case. He is in no way less than your rich son-in-law — especially because he achieved all this in eight months, on his own, without his father’s money.”
The uncle laughed mockingly. “Is that so? Then prove it. Show me your house documents i mean agreement at least, salary slips, bank statements.
If you can prove it, I’ll speak to your father and help you patch things up.”
Jay was burning with rage but felt trapped. He hadn’t expected Nikitha to push so hard to save his face. He was thankful, yet also uncomfortable being dragged into this confrontation.
The uncle smirked, sensing weakness. “You can’t, right? Then accept your defeat. Fall at my daughter’s feet and apologize for rejecting her.”
Nikitha’s eyes flashed with defiance. “What if we prove it?”
The uncle’s smile widened. He knew it was nearly impossible to achieve all that in such a short time. “Fine. Next week there’s a big village festival. Come there with all your proof and show it in front of your father. I’ll speak for you… if you actually have anything to show.”
The uncle walked away with his pregnant daughter, leaving a clear challenge behind — one designed to humiliate Jay publicly in their hometown.
Jay stood silent, fists clenched. Nikitha looked at him and said we can do better, see before im winning my case, i would make you join with your family!.. lets face this, she said.
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains of their small bedroom. Jay and Nikitha lay tangled in the sheets, still naked from the previous night’s intense passion. The air smelled of sex and their mixed scents. For a long time, neither spoke. Then Jay turned to her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“We should talk,” he said quietly.
Nikitha nodded, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts as she sat up. “Yes. Honestly.”
Jay looked into her eyes. “Do you love me, Nikitha?”
She stayed silent for a few seconds, then shook her head gently. “No… not yet. I care for you deeply.
I’m grateful. I feel safe with you. But love? I dont think so...”
Jay let out a soft breath of relief. “Same here.
I don’t love you either. Not in that filmy way.
But I respect you. I desire you. And after last night… I don’t want to stop what we started.”
Nikitha smiled faintly. “Then let’s not pretend. We’re already married. We’ve shared our bodies.
Let’s honor this relationship properly.
We can grow into love one day… if it’s meant to be.”
Exactly my thought.. i just dont want both of us to emotionally think we are in love and get hurt, if plan changes in future.
They both nodded in agreement.
When the topic of children came up, Nikitha became firm. “I don’t want kids right now. I need to prove myself first. I sacrificed my mother’s assets to save my life… and I refuse to let my stepmother enjoy what rightfully belongs to me. I’ve collected all the CCTV footage of her forcing me to sign those documents. I want to fight the case and get everything back. For that, I need money, stability, and social protection. Our marriage gives me that social protection. That thought became clear to me only after we had sex last night. I started believing you could be my only partner in this fight. But if we have kids now, I’ll lose focus. So… no kids until I win this battle.”
Jay listened carefully and nodded.
“I’m on the same page. I don’t plan on having kids anytime soon either. We’re still building our lives from nothing.”
Nikitha then looked at him seriously. “What about your family? I can never go back to mine — they never loved me. But your parents do love you. They’re just angry. If you want to patch things up and go back… and if that means you don’t want me anymore, I’ll step aside. I won’t hold you back.”
Jay immediately caught her hand and pulled her close. “No. Never. You stood with me during my worst time. I can’t leave you now.
Let me shamelessly tell this...
I may not love you yet, but this relationship can be purely beneficial — for support, for sex, for survival.
Morally, I will never abandon you.”
They shared a knowing, slightly sad smile.
Jay added softly, “One day, I do want to go back to my family. And when that day comes, I’ll take you with me as my wife.”
If you still available and wanted to be my wife..
Nikitha smiled and said i too, want to try our marriage life with no emotional attachment.
The next few days were filled with a new, playful energy. They had sex almost every night — sometimes slow and exploratory, sometimes raw and fun. There was no judgment, no pressure, just two young people enjoying each other’s bodies freely and laughing together afterwards. Their “thick friends with benefits” arrangement felt liberating.
A week later, Nikitha woke up with sharp pain in her lower stomach. Worried, Jay immediately took her to a nearby hospital. After several scans and tests, the doctor assured them it was just severe heat and mild gastric issues — nothing serious.
While waiting at the entrance for their final reports, Jay suddenly froze.
Standing a short distance away were his maternal uncle and his cousin — the girl Jay was supposed to marry. She was now heavily pregnant, her big belly clearly visible. Almost eight months had passed since their temple marriage, and time had flown faster than Jay realized.
The uncle spotted him first. A cruel smile spread across his face.
“Ohhh… mapillai! The one who ran away!” he called out loudly, drawing attention. “Look at you… standing here penniless in a government hospital. Do you need money? Should I give you some?”
Oh why the rich person is standing here at the govt hospital? Jay asked mockingly!
Uncle smirked, you are just thinking at your my son! Look at her, she came t o deliver, foods and medicines for needy here.. We are here to support a cause arranged by the hospital!
He continued taunting mercilessly. “Marrying this random girl has brought you to this level, huh? You missed out on my daughter. See how well she’s settled — pregnant with her husband’s child. He bought two cars and two apartments in just six months! You are nothing without your father’s money.”
Nikitha, standing beside Jay, felt her blood boil. Before Jay could respond, she stepped forward and said firmly, “He earns in lakhs. He is smart, sharp, and we are planning to buy our own house soon. He is also fighting my asset case. He is in no way less than your rich son-in-law — especially because he achieved all this in eight months, on his own, without his father’s money.”
The uncle laughed mockingly. “Is that so? Then prove it. Show me your house documents i mean agreement at least, salary slips, bank statements.
If you can prove it, I’ll speak to your father and help you patch things up.”
Jay was burning with rage but felt trapped. He hadn’t expected Nikitha to push so hard to save his face. He was thankful, yet also uncomfortable being dragged into this confrontation.
The uncle smirked, sensing weakness. “You can’t, right? Then accept your defeat. Fall at my daughter’s feet and apologize for rejecting her.”
Nikitha’s eyes flashed with defiance. “What if we prove it?”
The uncle’s smile widened. He knew it was nearly impossible to achieve all that in such a short time. “Fine. Next week there’s a big village festival. Come there with all your proof and show it in front of your father. I’ll speak for you… if you actually have anything to show.”
The uncle walked away with his pregnant daughter, leaving a clear challenge behind — one designed to humiliate Jay publicly in their hometown.
Jay stood silent, fists clenched. Nikitha looked at him and said we can do better, see before im winning my case, i would make you join with your family!.. lets face this, she said.
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