10-06-2026, 02:23 PM
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Chapter 32: The Two protective hands
The drive to the office was quiet at first.
Tharun’s Volkswagen sedan played soft, romantic melodies through the speakers — gentle piano and soulful vocals that filled the car with an intimate atmosphere. He lowered the volume as they crossed a quiet stretch of road.
“What did you mean earlier?” he asked, voice calm but curious. “When you said the kiss and hug didn’t give me any rights?”
Nikitha stared out the window for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Her mind was still half with Jay — wondering if hehe was angry, if he would be upset.. try to follow them. She at times look at mirror to check if Jay follows them. She know she is doing blunder by showing such anger and proviking him..
She turned to Tharun.
“It means exactly what it sounds like,” she said firmly. “It was wrong. We shouldn’t have crossed that line. I was just being playful and flirtatious last night… caught up in the celebration. I want you to know I have a family. I have a husband. I have neighbors. I don’t entertain this often.”
Tharun nodded slowly, eyes on the road.
“Then why did you get into my car today?”
Nikitha exhaled.
“I didn’t want to be rude. Last night… it was my mistake to hug you first. It would have been rude to suddenly deny you after that.
So I decided to get in and make things clear for both of us.”
Tharun was silent for a few seconds, then spoke with quiet sincerity.
“I’m aware of your boundaries, Niki. I respect them. I won’t come inside your house again, i mean i don't want to disturb your marriage.. its true if you were not married i would clarify Mithra and beg you to marry me. That chapter is over even before it stars, all i have now its a temporary wish. Wanted to live that world once. Let me be honest with you… We both stand at the same place in our relationships… searching for something real. That’s not happening with our partners.
I just want to stand in a place where I can give and receive emotional satisfaction. Love. Even if that is temporary, I want to feel it. The moment you hugged me, I knew you yearn for it too. Unlike me, you are married — I know the complexities. I don’t ask you to give… but I’m a giver. And I believe you could be a beautiful receiver, even if you cannot give it back fully. I’ll leave it up to you to decide. But I won’t stop approaching you.”
Nikitha was only partially present. Half her mind was still with Jay — wondering what he was doing, whether he had eaten breakfast, whether he took the ironed shirt she had kept on the table... She didn’t reply immediately.
Tharun glanced at her and smiled gently.
“Did you understand what I said? I’m a giver… and you’re a receiver?”
Nikitha snapped back to the moment.
“It’s indecent to ask a married woman that,” she said, voice low.
Tharun smiled, undeterred.
“It’s decent enough for me to honestly tell you what I feel.
Let’s be friends. I believe time will put us where we are meant to be… if it’s supposed to happen.”
Nikitha turned to him, eyes narrowed.
“We? No. Say it’s what you want.”
Tharun’s smile widened, warm and confident.
“No… you want it too. The hug said it all. And the kiss.”
The car reached the office parking area.
Nikitha’s face was flushed. Before she stepped out, she turned to him.
“Don’t be this close inside the office. I have a reputation, and you too have a reputation”
Tharun winked.
“Understood, madam. Your mistaken husband knows how to handle things. We’ll figure it out.”
Nikitha felt a dangerous flutter in her chest. Tharun was slowly occupying more space in her mind than she wanted to admit. On one side, she was sure this would end as a temporary sexual fling, given that he had a girlfriend. Yet she questioned herself — why did she still want it? it doesnt seems to be a mere punishment for Jay.. she is allowing it.
A few seconds later, she saw Jay’s car arriving and entering the parking area behind them.
Her anger had cooled slightly during the ride not completely but for the worry if he had breakfast. She purposely waited near the entrance so she could ask him if he had eaten breakfast. She knew he couldn’t work properly without morning nutrition — he would fall sick. She herself hadn’t eaten anything.
Colleagues called out to her, asking if she was coming with them in lift, but she stayed back.
Finally, she caught a glimpse of Jay from a distance and decided to enter the building. But as she stepped inside, to her disappointment, not only Jay but Tharun as well appeared. Both of them approached her from either side, emerging from the stairs leading up from the underground parking area.
Nikitha and Jay would never converse openly in the company — mostly in the lift, pantry, or during work. She had hoped for a quick word with him, but Tharun’s presence made it impossible.
The three of them reached the lift together. The doors opened, and they stepped in first. Before the doors could close, a large crowd of ten people rushed in, pressing the button again. The sudden influx pushed all three of them toward the back wall, bodies pressed close in the confined space.
To steady her in the packed lift, Tharun placed one hand behind her — his palm landing gently but firmly on the curve of her waist, fingers spreading possessively over the soft fabric of her saree. At the same time, Jay’s hand came from the other side, resting on her opposite waist with equal firmness, his thumb brushing just above the waistband.
Both men’s hands didn’t touch each other, but Nikitha felt them simultaneously — two warm, strong palms claiming(protecting) her body from either side. The heat of their skin seeped through the thin material, sending shivers racing down her spine. Tharun’s touch was confident and slightly daring, while Jay’s was protective and tense, almost territorial.
She was trapped between them, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. The scent of both men — Tharun’s woody cologne and Jay’s familiar warmth — filled her senses. Her nipples hardened against her blouse, and a traitorous warmth bloomed between her thighs.
What the fuck… she thought, her body tensing deliciously between the two men who wanted her in such dangerously different ways.
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The drive to the office was quiet at first.
Tharun’s Volkswagen sedan played soft, romantic melodies through the speakers — gentle piano and soulful vocals that filled the car with an intimate atmosphere. He lowered the volume as they crossed a quiet stretch of road.
“What did you mean earlier?” he asked, voice calm but curious. “When you said the kiss and hug didn’t give me any rights?”
Nikitha stared out the window for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Her mind was still half with Jay — wondering if hehe was angry, if he would be upset.. try to follow them. She at times look at mirror to check if Jay follows them. She know she is doing blunder by showing such anger and proviking him..
She turned to Tharun.
“It means exactly what it sounds like,” she said firmly. “It was wrong. We shouldn’t have crossed that line. I was just being playful and flirtatious last night… caught up in the celebration. I want you to know I have a family. I have a husband. I have neighbors. I don’t entertain this often.”
Tharun nodded slowly, eyes on the road.
“Then why did you get into my car today?”
Nikitha exhaled.
“I didn’t want to be rude. Last night… it was my mistake to hug you first. It would have been rude to suddenly deny you after that.
So I decided to get in and make things clear for both of us.”
Tharun was silent for a few seconds, then spoke with quiet sincerity.
“I’m aware of your boundaries, Niki. I respect them. I won’t come inside your house again, i mean i don't want to disturb your marriage.. its true if you were not married i would clarify Mithra and beg you to marry me. That chapter is over even before it stars, all i have now its a temporary wish. Wanted to live that world once. Let me be honest with you… We both stand at the same place in our relationships… searching for something real. That’s not happening with our partners.
I just want to stand in a place where I can give and receive emotional satisfaction. Love. Even if that is temporary, I want to feel it. The moment you hugged me, I knew you yearn for it too. Unlike me, you are married — I know the complexities. I don’t ask you to give… but I’m a giver. And I believe you could be a beautiful receiver, even if you cannot give it back fully. I’ll leave it up to you to decide. But I won’t stop approaching you.”
Nikitha was only partially present. Half her mind was still with Jay — wondering what he was doing, whether he had eaten breakfast, whether he took the ironed shirt she had kept on the table... She didn’t reply immediately.
Tharun glanced at her and smiled gently.
“Did you understand what I said? I’m a giver… and you’re a receiver?”
Nikitha snapped back to the moment.
“It’s indecent to ask a married woman that,” she said, voice low.
Tharun smiled, undeterred.
“It’s decent enough for me to honestly tell you what I feel.
Let’s be friends. I believe time will put us where we are meant to be… if it’s supposed to happen.”
Nikitha turned to him, eyes narrowed.
“We? No. Say it’s what you want.”
Tharun’s smile widened, warm and confident.
“No… you want it too. The hug said it all. And the kiss.”
The car reached the office parking area.
Nikitha’s face was flushed. Before she stepped out, she turned to him.
“Don’t be this close inside the office. I have a reputation, and you too have a reputation”
Tharun winked.
“Understood, madam. Your mistaken husband knows how to handle things. We’ll figure it out.”
Nikitha felt a dangerous flutter in her chest. Tharun was slowly occupying more space in her mind than she wanted to admit. On one side, she was sure this would end as a temporary sexual fling, given that he had a girlfriend. Yet she questioned herself — why did she still want it? it doesnt seems to be a mere punishment for Jay.. she is allowing it.
A few seconds later, she saw Jay’s car arriving and entering the parking area behind them.
Her anger had cooled slightly during the ride not completely but for the worry if he had breakfast. She purposely waited near the entrance so she could ask him if he had eaten breakfast. She knew he couldn’t work properly without morning nutrition — he would fall sick. She herself hadn’t eaten anything.
Colleagues called out to her, asking if she was coming with them in lift, but she stayed back.
Finally, she caught a glimpse of Jay from a distance and decided to enter the building. But as she stepped inside, to her disappointment, not only Jay but Tharun as well appeared. Both of them approached her from either side, emerging from the stairs leading up from the underground parking area.
Nikitha and Jay would never converse openly in the company — mostly in the lift, pantry, or during work. She had hoped for a quick word with him, but Tharun’s presence made it impossible.
The three of them reached the lift together. The doors opened, and they stepped in first. Before the doors could close, a large crowd of ten people rushed in, pressing the button again. The sudden influx pushed all three of them toward the back wall, bodies pressed close in the confined space.
To steady her in the packed lift, Tharun placed one hand behind her — his palm landing gently but firmly on the curve of her waist, fingers spreading possessively over the soft fabric of her saree. At the same time, Jay’s hand came from the other side, resting on her opposite waist with equal firmness, his thumb brushing just above the waistband.
Both men’s hands didn’t touch each other, but Nikitha felt them simultaneously — two warm, strong palms claiming(protecting) her body from either side. The heat of their skin seeped through the thin material, sending shivers racing down her spine. Tharun’s touch was confident and slightly daring, while Jay’s was protective and tense, almost territorial.
She was trapped between them, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. The scent of both men — Tharun’s woody cologne and Jay’s familiar warmth — filled her senses. Her nipples hardened against her blouse, and a traitorous warmth bloomed between her thighs.
What the fuck… she thought, her body tensing deliciously between the two men who wanted her in such dangerously different ways.
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