07-06-2026, 11:11 PM
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Chapter 8: Convenience, Guilt, and Homecoming
Nikitha stood there breathing heavily after the slap, staring at the red mark on Jay’s cheek. The anger that had consumed her slowly drained away, replaced by a wave of regret.
She had overreacted.
They were husband and wife only on paper — a marriage born out of necessity, survival, and mutual benefit. Deep down, it was still more of a convenient arrangement, a strong friendship with intense physical benefits. They had never promised eternal love or emotional possession.
“I’m sorry, Jay,” she whispered, her voice softening. “I was completely out of line. I shouldn’t have slapped you.”
Jay touched his cheek, still stinging, but didn’t say anything immediately.
Nikitha continued, eyes downcast. “I’m just scared. We’ve paid almost 75% of the loans now. Just one more year of discipline and we’ll be free. Why risk everything with ego? One wrong move and Tharun or someone else could complain. Everything we built could collapse.”
Jay sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. “I didn’t do it recklessly. Anjali was giving too much attention to Tharun on his very first day. I wanted to send him an indirect message — that she’s already with me. He won’t dare approach her if he thinks I’m possessive about her.” If he goes to her, then office would re-establish the doubt angle on us.
Nikitha shook her head. “He’s not at your level, Jay. He’s the manager now. What if he complains to HR? You know how dangerous this is.”
“I know,” Jay admitted. “But I had no other option. I keep telling you — sometimes the way you look at me in the office draws unnecessary attention. People have already started whispering that you have eyes on me. What if they start doubting we’re actually a couple?”
He paused, then reminded her of a painful memory.
“You remember what happened 1.5 years ago? That colleague saw us getting out of the same car. He almost suspected we were together. I had to lie through my teeth — saying I live downstairs with my wife and you live upstairs with your husband. Maintaining that lie every single day is exhausting.”
Nikitha nodded slowly. “I know. Anjali has always had eyes on you. I understand why you did what you did.”
She stepped closer, her voice turning gentler. “Sometimes I feel like I dragged you into my messy life. You have no real obligation to stay. Maybe you actually like Anjali. But a friendly advice... If you want to be with someone… I would be happier if you chose single women like Priya. She’s cute and available. With Anjali, there’s no future. But Priya… you could actually marry her one day if you wanted.”
Jay smirked and shook his head.
“No marriage plans right now,” he said firmly.
“Let’s finish what we started. Once our loans are cleared and our goals are achieved, we’ll see what life has in store for us.”
He sat back on the bed, looking tired but calm.
Nikitha moved closer. She climbed onto his lap, straddling his thigh. Slowly, she pulled her short black nightie higher, revealing her smooth thighs, black lace panties, and matching bra. Her full breasts strained against the thin fabric.
“It’s been long since we had sex properly,” she whispered, her voice turning husky.
Jay’s hands instinctively went to her waist.
“Yes… Anjali has been keeping you distracted.”
Nikitha giggled and raised an eyebrow.
What are you jealous? Jay asked?”
No way... .!
Jay laughed softly and pulled her closer.
“No more complaints tonight.
I only want to hear your moans.”
He removed his shirt in one swift motion. Nikitha leaned in, kissing him deeply. The kiss quickly turned hungry. Their hands explored each other with familiar urgency. Jay unhooked her bra, freeing her heavy breasts, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Nikitha moaned, grinding against his thigh.
He flipped her onto the bed, removed her panties, and buried his face between her legs. His tongue worked expertly, licking and sucking until she was writhing and moaning loudly. When she was soaking wet, he positioned himself and entered her in one deep thrust.
Their sex that night was intense and passionate — a mix of apology, relief, and raw desire. Jay fucked her hard, then slow, changing positions multiple times. Nikitha rode him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing as she chased her pleasure. They came together loudly, bodies trembling, clinging to each other in the afterglow.
As they lay spent in each other’s arms, sweaty and satisfied, Nikitha rested her head on his chest.
“We’re in this together,” she whispered. “No matter what.” but just be cautious.. don't let this damage our goal or expose ourself.
Jay kissed the top of her head.
In years of sex this is first time, he had kissed her top of her head like a lover.. Nikitha felt something new in this.
Nikitha stood there breathing heavily after the slap, staring at the red mark on Jay’s cheek. The anger that had consumed her slowly drained away, replaced by a wave of regret.
She had overreacted.
They were husband and wife only on paper — a marriage born out of necessity, survival, and mutual benefit. Deep down, it was still more of a convenient arrangement, a strong friendship with intense physical benefits. They had never promised eternal love or emotional possession.
“I’m sorry, Jay,” she whispered, her voice softening. “I was completely out of line. I shouldn’t have slapped you.”
Jay touched his cheek, still stinging, but didn’t say anything immediately.
Nikitha continued, eyes downcast. “I’m just scared. We’ve paid almost 75% of the loans now. Just one more year of discipline and we’ll be free. Why risk everything with ego? One wrong move and Tharun or someone else could complain. Everything we built could collapse.”
Jay sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. “I didn’t do it recklessly. Anjali was giving too much attention to Tharun on his very first day. I wanted to send him an indirect message — that she’s already with me. He won’t dare approach her if he thinks I’m possessive about her.” If he goes to her, then office would re-establish the doubt angle on us.
Nikitha shook her head. “He’s not at your level, Jay. He’s the manager now. What if he complains to HR? You know how dangerous this is.”
“I know,” Jay admitted. “But I had no other option. I keep telling you — sometimes the way you look at me in the office draws unnecessary attention. People have already started whispering that you have eyes on me. What if they start doubting we’re actually a couple?”
He paused, then reminded her of a painful memory.
“You remember what happened 1.5 years ago? That colleague saw us getting out of the same car. He almost suspected we were together. I had to lie through my teeth — saying I live downstairs with my wife and you live upstairs with your husband. Maintaining that lie every single day is exhausting.”
Nikitha nodded slowly. “I know. Anjali has always had eyes on you. I understand why you did what you did.”
She stepped closer, her voice turning gentler. “Sometimes I feel like I dragged you into my messy life. You have no real obligation to stay. Maybe you actually like Anjali. But a friendly advice... If you want to be with someone… I would be happier if you chose single women like Priya. She’s cute and available. With Anjali, there’s no future. But Priya… you could actually marry her one day if you wanted.”
Jay smirked and shook his head.
“No marriage plans right now,” he said firmly.
“Let’s finish what we started. Once our loans are cleared and our goals are achieved, we’ll see what life has in store for us.”
He sat back on the bed, looking tired but calm.
Nikitha moved closer. She climbed onto his lap, straddling his thigh. Slowly, she pulled her short black nightie higher, revealing her smooth thighs, black lace panties, and matching bra. Her full breasts strained against the thin fabric.
“It’s been long since we had sex properly,” she whispered, her voice turning husky.
Jay’s hands instinctively went to her waist.
“Yes… Anjali has been keeping you distracted.”
Nikitha giggled and raised an eyebrow.
What are you jealous? Jay asked?”
No way... .!
Jay laughed softly and pulled her closer.
“No more complaints tonight.
I only want to hear your moans.”
He removed his shirt in one swift motion. Nikitha leaned in, kissing him deeply. The kiss quickly turned hungry. Their hands explored each other with familiar urgency. Jay unhooked her bra, freeing her heavy breasts, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Nikitha moaned, grinding against his thigh.
He flipped her onto the bed, removed her panties, and buried his face between her legs. His tongue worked expertly, licking and sucking until she was writhing and moaning loudly. When she was soaking wet, he positioned himself and entered her in one deep thrust.
Their sex that night was intense and passionate — a mix of apology, relief, and raw desire. Jay fucked her hard, then slow, changing positions multiple times. Nikitha rode him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing as she chased her pleasure. They came together loudly, bodies trembling, clinging to each other in the afterglow.
As they lay spent in each other’s arms, sweaty and satisfied, Nikitha rested her head on his chest.
“We’re in this together,” she whispered. “No matter what.” but just be cautious.. don't let this damage our goal or expose ourself.
Jay kissed the top of her head.
In years of sex this is first time, he had kissed her top of her head like a lover.. Nikitha felt something new in this.
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