08-06-2026, 08:44 PM
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Chapter 21: The Accidental Darling
The message had already been sent.
Blue ticks appeared almost instantly.
Both Jay and Nikitha froze, staring at the screen in horror.
Tharun:
Darling? ? What’s with the sudden sweetness? Everything okay?
Nikitha’s heart hammered. She quickly typed a reply, her fingers flying across the screen.
Nikitha:
Sorry! That message was supposed to be for my husband. I mistakenly sent it to you and I was half-asleep.
Tharun replied almost immediately, a laughing emoji following.
Tharun:
Haha, you seem to be confusing me for your husband now. Should I be worried or flattered? ?
Nikitha let out a nervous laugh despite herself. She could feel Jay’s eyes burning into her from the side.
Nikitha:
Definitely a mistake. Sorry for this and also I want to honestly apologise for how I misunderstood you in the morning when you used my avatar. I felt bad when you said you wanted a friendship but I mistook you and it hurt me. I’m truly sorry.
Tharun:
No need to apologise. I understand. But I don’t agree to friendship if you keep calling me “sir”. In the entire building, only you call me that. I feel like I’m 50, not 30 ?
Nikitha couldn’t help but giggle softly at the message. The tension in her chest eased a little.
Nikitha:
Haha, okay… Tharun. Better?
Tharun:
Much better. See? Already feels friendlier. By the way, you have a beautiful smile. I noticed it during the demo today. It lights up the whole room.
Nikitha bit her lip, feeling a flutter in her stomach. She typed back quickly.
Nikitha:
Now you’re flattering me again. Stop it ?. I need to sleep!! I dont want to giggle and have a stomach pain.
Tharun:
Can’t help it. You make it easy. Sorry to disturb your sleep. Good night, Nikitha. Sweet dreams.
Looking forward to working with you more and a lot fun banters.
Nikitha:
Good night, Tharun. Im too looking forward and thanks for understanding.
Tharun:
put a ? on her last message.
She smiled and put the phone down, a small, genuine laugh escaping her lips. The screen still glowed faintly with Tharun’s last message, the words lingering like a secret thrill.
Jay, lying beside her in their king-sized bed, noticed the change in her expression immediately. The soft lamplight from the bedside table cast warm shadows across her face, highlighting the flush in her cheeks. His jaw tightened, a familiar knot of irritation twisting in his chest.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked, his voice edged with irritation, low and rough around the edges.
Nikitha turned to him, still amused, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. She was wearing a thin black nighty that had ridden up her smooth thighs, her long hair tousled from earlier lounging. “Tharun replied. He said he doesn’t want me calling him ‘sir’ anymore because it makes him feel old.” She let out another soft giggle, the sound light and carefree.
She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin, and playfully bit Jay’s earlobe, tugging gently with her teeth before releasing it. Her voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “See? Even he’s more fun than you right now.”
Jay’s hand instinctively gripped the sheets. “Why do you bite my ear? You are so thrilled for your new lover, suppressing this poor husband.”
She laughed again, the sound brighter this time, almost challenging. “Yeah, I’m going to ditch my husband for my lover. I’m happy, so I bite your ears. So what?” Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, but there was a glint of provocation in her gaze.
That was the last straw for Jay’s ego.
With a low growl that rumbled from deep in his throat, he flipped her onto her back in one swift motion, his strong hands pinning her wrists above her head for a brief second before releasing them. Nikitha’s eyes widened in surprise, a sharp inhale escaping her. He lifted her nighty roughly up to her waist, bunching the silky fabric around her hips, exposing her lace panties and the smooth curve of her stomach.
Before she could react or form a protest, he yanked her bra down with impatient fingers, freeing her full breasts. He latched onto one nipple hungrily, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp sharply, her back arching off the bed. He sucked ferociously, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as he alternated between gentle licks and possessive nips.
“Jay—!” she moaned, half in protest, half in pleasure, her hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with jealousy and lust. “When you feel good, you bite my ears… so I want to bite your breasts,” he growled, voice thick with need. He didn’t wait for a reply. His mouth moved to her other breast, biting harder this time, sucking deep enough to leave faint marks that would bloom by morning. His free hand slid down her body with purpose, tracing over her ribs, her waist, until it reached between her thighs. He found her already slick and warm, her arousal soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.
He pushed the lace aside and thrust two fingers inside her without warning, curling them roughly against that sensitive spot he knew so well. Nikitha cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily as waves of sharp pleasure mixed with the sting of his bites.
Their sex that night was raw, angry, and fiercely possessive.
Jay stripped away the rest of her clothing in hurried, almost violent tugs, then shoved his own boxers down. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and throbbing with pent-up frustration. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, groaning at the tight, wet heat that enveloped him.
He fucked her hard—punishingly—his hips slamming against hers with relentless rhythm, as if each stroke could erase Tharun’s name from her mind. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, mingling with her loud, unrestrained moans and his heavy, ragged breathing. Nikitha matched his intensity completely, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails that only spurred him on. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body trembling beneath him.
“Mine,” he grunted in his head... He bit her neck between thrusts, biting down on the soft skin there.
She didn’t answer with words—only a broken moan as another orgasm ripped through her, her walls clenching tightly around him. Jay followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural sound, spilling inside her in hot pulses.
When they finally collapsed, both were exhausted and emotionally torn. Sweat glistened on their skin, their bodies sticky and spent. Jay lay on top of her, still buried deep inside her warmth, his face pressed into the crook of her neck. He held her tightly—almost desperately—his arms locked around her as if afraid she would slip away into someone else’s world the moment he let go.
Nikitha wrapped her arms around him, her fingers stroking soothing patterns along his back, her heartbeat slowly calming against his chest. Neither of them said a word. The silence was heavy, filled with the lingering scent of sex, the faint creak of the bed, and the unspoken tension hanging between them.
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But both felt the same quiet fear—that with Tharun now entering their lives, something precious and fragile between them might slowly disappear. They held each other closer that night, silently clinging to what they still had.
Neither realized yet that the jealousy, the passion, the desperate need to claim and be claimed… it was all rooted in love. A deep, complicated love that neither had fully acknowledged.
The message had already been sent.
Blue ticks appeared almost instantly.
Both Jay and Nikitha froze, staring at the screen in horror.
Tharun:
Darling? ? What’s with the sudden sweetness? Everything okay?
Nikitha’s heart hammered. She quickly typed a reply, her fingers flying across the screen.
Nikitha:
Sorry! That message was supposed to be for my husband. I mistakenly sent it to you and I was half-asleep.
Tharun replied almost immediately, a laughing emoji following.
Tharun:
Haha, you seem to be confusing me for your husband now. Should I be worried or flattered? ?
Nikitha let out a nervous laugh despite herself. She could feel Jay’s eyes burning into her from the side.
Nikitha:
Definitely a mistake. Sorry for this and also I want to honestly apologise for how I misunderstood you in the morning when you used my avatar. I felt bad when you said you wanted a friendship but I mistook you and it hurt me. I’m truly sorry.
Tharun:
No need to apologise. I understand. But I don’t agree to friendship if you keep calling me “sir”. In the entire building, only you call me that. I feel like I’m 50, not 30 ?
Nikitha couldn’t help but giggle softly at the message. The tension in her chest eased a little.
Nikitha:
Haha, okay… Tharun. Better?
Tharun:
Much better. See? Already feels friendlier. By the way, you have a beautiful smile. I noticed it during the demo today. It lights up the whole room.
Nikitha bit her lip, feeling a flutter in her stomach. She typed back quickly.
Nikitha:
Now you’re flattering me again. Stop it ?. I need to sleep!! I dont want to giggle and have a stomach pain.
Tharun:
Can’t help it. You make it easy. Sorry to disturb your sleep. Good night, Nikitha. Sweet dreams.
Looking forward to working with you more and a lot fun banters.
Nikitha:
Good night, Tharun. Im too looking forward and thanks for understanding.
Tharun:
put a ? on her last message.
She smiled and put the phone down, a small, genuine laugh escaping her lips. The screen still glowed faintly with Tharun’s last message, the words lingering like a secret thrill.
Jay, lying beside her in their king-sized bed, noticed the change in her expression immediately. The soft lamplight from the bedside table cast warm shadows across her face, highlighting the flush in her cheeks. His jaw tightened, a familiar knot of irritation twisting in his chest.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked, his voice edged with irritation, low and rough around the edges.
Nikitha turned to him, still amused, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. She was wearing a thin black nighty that had ridden up her smooth thighs, her long hair tousled from earlier lounging. “Tharun replied. He said he doesn’t want me calling him ‘sir’ anymore because it makes him feel old.” She let out another soft giggle, the sound light and carefree.
She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin, and playfully bit Jay’s earlobe, tugging gently with her teeth before releasing it. Her voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “See? Even he’s more fun than you right now.”
Jay’s hand instinctively gripped the sheets. “Why do you bite my ear? You are so thrilled for your new lover, suppressing this poor husband.”
She laughed again, the sound brighter this time, almost challenging. “Yeah, I’m going to ditch my husband for my lover. I’m happy, so I bite your ears. So what?” Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, but there was a glint of provocation in her gaze.
That was the last straw for Jay’s ego.
With a low growl that rumbled from deep in his throat, he flipped her onto her back in one swift motion, his strong hands pinning her wrists above her head for a brief second before releasing them. Nikitha’s eyes widened in surprise, a sharp inhale escaping her. He lifted her nighty roughly up to her waist, bunching the silky fabric around her hips, exposing her lace panties and the smooth curve of her stomach.
Before she could react or form a protest, he yanked her bra down with impatient fingers, freeing her full breasts. He latched onto one nipple hungrily, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp sharply, her back arching off the bed. He sucked ferociously, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as he alternated between gentle licks and possessive nips.
“Jay—!” she moaned, half in protest, half in pleasure, her hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with jealousy and lust. “When you feel good, you bite my ears… so I want to bite your breasts,” he growled, voice thick with need. He didn’t wait for a reply. His mouth moved to her other breast, biting harder this time, sucking deep enough to leave faint marks that would bloom by morning. His free hand slid down her body with purpose, tracing over her ribs, her waist, until it reached between her thighs. He found her already slick and warm, her arousal soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.
He pushed the lace aside and thrust two fingers inside her without warning, curling them roughly against that sensitive spot he knew so well. Nikitha cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily as waves of sharp pleasure mixed with the sting of his bites.
Their sex that night was raw, angry, and fiercely possessive.
Jay stripped away the rest of her clothing in hurried, almost violent tugs, then shoved his own boxers down. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and throbbing with pent-up frustration. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, groaning at the tight, wet heat that enveloped him.
He fucked her hard—punishingly—his hips slamming against hers with relentless rhythm, as if each stroke could erase Tharun’s name from her mind. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, mingling with her loud, unrestrained moans and his heavy, ragged breathing. Nikitha matched his intensity completely, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails that only spurred him on. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body trembling beneath him.
“Mine,” he grunted in his head... He bit her neck between thrusts, biting down on the soft skin there.
She didn’t answer with words—only a broken moan as another orgasm ripped through her, her walls clenching tightly around him. Jay followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural sound, spilling inside her in hot pulses.
When they finally collapsed, both were exhausted and emotionally torn. Sweat glistened on their skin, their bodies sticky and spent. Jay lay on top of her, still buried deep inside her warmth, his face pressed into the crook of her neck. He held her tightly—almost desperately—his arms locked around her as if afraid she would slip away into someone else’s world the moment he let go.
Nikitha wrapped her arms around him, her fingers stroking soothing patterns along his back, her heartbeat slowly calming against his chest. Neither of them said a word. The silence was heavy, filled with the lingering scent of sex, the faint creak of the bed, and the unspoken tension hanging between them.
But both felt the same quiet fear—that with Tharun now entering their lives, something precious and fragile between them might slowly disappear. They held each other closer that night, silently clinging to what they still had.
Neither realized yet that the jealousy, the passion, the desperate need to claim and be claimed… it was all rooted in love. A deep, complicated love that neither had fully acknowledged.
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