23-06-2026, 05:26 PM
Chapter 55: Sharmi’s Plan and Anjali’s Re-Entry
Without knowing the storm awaiting them, Nikitha decided to stay away from Jay — slowly, deliberately. She decided to reduce speaking with him at home, answering only in short, necessary words. At the same time, she decided to divert herself and her attention to Tharun.. She planned increasing text to Tharun throughout the day — small messages, good morning notes, sharing random thoughts.
However, she also decided to subtly help Jay by driving him to the office every morning. She knew he was still weak from the fever, and she couldn’t bring herself to leave him completely alone.
It felt like a silent rebellion, a way to distance herself emotionally while still fulfilling her duties.
But this has become a new routine for everyone for almost a week.
The days blurred into a carefully orchestrated dance of distance and desire. At home, conversations became minimal, reduced to short, functional exchanges.
“Food is on the table.”
“Keys are on the hook.”
“I’m going to bed.”
Jay noticed it every time. His eyes followed her with quiet sadness, but he didn’t push, he was recovering and he was saving up his energy.. The silence in their once-cozy home grew heavier with every passing evening.
Every morning, she still drove him to the office. The car rides were thick with unspoken tension. The radio played softly in the background as Bangalore traffic crawled around them. Sometimes Jay would glance at her profile, his hand twitching as if wanting to reach for hers on the gear shift. Nikitha kept her eyes fixed on the road, knuckles tight on the steering wheel, her heart beating a guilty rhythm.
One morning, when his hand accidentally brushed hers while adjusting the AC, a spark of old familiarity shot through her.
She pulled away quickly, pretending it was nothing.
Meanwhile, her phone had become a secret gateway to Tharun. From the moment she woke up, their texts flowed freely — good morning messages with heart emojis, random photos of her coffee or the sunrise, silly memes that made her smile in the middle of the day. Tharun’s replies were always warm, playful, and charged with affection.
Tharun: Missing those lips already. Can’t wait for our “project meeting” today ?
Nikitha: Behave. We have actual work too.
Tharun: Work first. Then dessert.
The office had transformed into their private sanctuary. Thanks to a high-stakes new project with tight deadlines, they spent long hours locked inside Tharun’s luxurious cabin. The soundproof walls and locked door gave them freedom.
What started as quick kisses during lunch breaks soon became a full-blown “kiss marathon.” Every noon, after finalizing reports, Tharun would pull her onto his lap in the ergonomic chair, his hands sliding possessively around her waist. Their kisses were deep, hungry, and increasingly bold. He’d suck gently on her lower lip, then trail kisses down her neck, making her shiver and bite back soft moans. In the evenings, when the floor emptied, he’d press her against the glass balcony door overlooking the glittering city, one hand tangled in her hair, the other resting dangerously high on her thigh.
Though Nikitha’s body responded eagerly even her mind didn't stop her from knowing about what Jay did in the noon or at his place. She got to know Jay’s move from Sharmi, through indirect talks with Sharmi. Nikitha started lying that Jay’s wife kept pressuring me. She wanted to know if he had medicines or better foods. I'm sorry for asking you too much, Nikitha told her. Sharmi played along but she was observing every word, registering and doing her own math to fit a believable narrative of her own to trace the truth. But to her, it was not enough, every word of Nikitha seemed to be a lie. She wanted to know more and only Jay could help.
Sharmi, ever observant, had quietly stepped up her friendship with Jay.
She joined him for coffee breaks, asked about his health, and shared light office gossip to keep his spirits up.
Sharmi, kind-hearted, brought homemade soup for Jay one day and even accompanied him to a follow-up doctor visit, just to get closer with Jay and to feed her curiosity to know him and Nikitha better.
While On the surface, everything ran smoothly for Nikitha, she seemed to have fun with her new love and balance her emotions and guilt with Jay..
But it was not easy… inside, Nikitha was crumbling.
Nights were the hardest. Guilt settled over her like a heavy blanket. She developed a strange sleeping sickness — lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling while Jay breathed steadily beside her. Most nights she turned her back to him, curling into herself, pretending to be asleep. Her mind replayed everything she was doing to make both men look cruel for her. She wanted happiness and she seemed to get it but Jay’s words dangerously looked possible “ you may end up hurting many hearts”
This delicate, dangerous pattern continued for an entire week. Stolen kisses in the office that left her lips swollen and her body humming. Silent car rides filled with tension. Short, cold exchanges at home. Sharmi unknowingly becomes the bridge between Nikitha’s duty and her desire. She knew she was doing the wrong thing, but didn't have the clarity to choose one among them. Even if her heart says she is going to Tharun.. She didn't get any mental strength to accept that decision and leave Jay. She crumbled inside. All she hoped for was one clear direction.. She wanted everyone to be happy. But in the end she kept getting hurt.
One Friday afternoon, the office buzzed with the usual pre-weekend energy. Most employees were wrapping up tasks and chatting about weekend plans, but Sharmi sat quietly at her desk, her sharp mind working overtime.
After weeks of subtle observations, casual conversations with Jay, and watching Nikitha’s strange behavior, Sharmi had almost zeroed in on the truth. The pieces finally clicked: Nikitha was Jay’s wife. Their awkward silences in the car, the way Nikitha still checked on him under the guise of “his wife abroad,” the lingering concern mixed with emotional distance — it all made sense now. Nothing else fit.
Yet some parts still didn’t add up. Why were there no photos of them together? Why did they act like near-strangers in public? How had they maintained this facade so naturally? And the biggest puzzle — why had Jay been involved with Anjali while Nikitha was clearly getting closer to Tharun? The contradictions swirled in her head. Unless Jay or Nikitha opened up, she would never know the full story.
Sharmi decided it was time to test the waters. When the involved could not answer? How will she make them open?
She has a plan.. Jealousy.. A way to break Nikitha’s silence. She would stir a little jealousy and see how they reacted. She decided to test it.. While Jay sat near her not knowing all these time she was keep thinking on him and Nikitha.
Meanwhile, Anjali , still under suspension , slipped into the office building that same afternoon. Her accounts had been frozen, and she desperately needed to retrieve some pending reimbursements. Avoiding the main floors where people might recognize her, she headed straight for the VP’s room on the upper level. Her old thumbprint still worked on the security panel. The door clicked open softly.
The moment she stepped inside the luxurious cabin, she expected to find the new VP. Instead, she heard muffled sounds, soft gasps, and low, intimate murmurs coming from the inner bedroom area.
Curiosity and suspicion pulled her forward. Heart pounding, Anjali crept toward the slightly ajar door and pushed it open just a crack.
The sight that greeted her froze her blood.
There, pressed against the wall in a heated embrace, were Nikitha and Tharun.
Tharun had Nikitha pinned gently but possessively, one strong hand cupping the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Their mouths were locked in a deep, passionate kiss — hungry and unhurried. Nikitha’s fingers were tangled in his hair, her body arching into him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips when Tharun trailed his mouth down to her jawline, then back to capture her lips again. Their bodies moved together with clear familiarity and building desire, the kind that spoke of stolen moments and growing addiction.
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Anjali’s eyes widened in pure shock. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp.
A rage built in, while she was suspended for misbehavior here others casually having an affair.. Initially she thought VP himself had been in some affair but the case was different.
Nikitha doing it was unbelievable for her.
She questioned herself again!
Nikitha? With Tharun?
Without knowing the storm awaiting them, Nikitha decided to stay away from Jay — slowly, deliberately. She decided to reduce speaking with him at home, answering only in short, necessary words. At the same time, she decided to divert herself and her attention to Tharun.. She planned increasing text to Tharun throughout the day — small messages, good morning notes, sharing random thoughts.
However, she also decided to subtly help Jay by driving him to the office every morning. She knew he was still weak from the fever, and she couldn’t bring herself to leave him completely alone.
It felt like a silent rebellion, a way to distance herself emotionally while still fulfilling her duties.
But this has become a new routine for everyone for almost a week.
The days blurred into a carefully orchestrated dance of distance and desire. At home, conversations became minimal, reduced to short, functional exchanges.
“Food is on the table.”
“Keys are on the hook.”
“I’m going to bed.”
Jay noticed it every time. His eyes followed her with quiet sadness, but he didn’t push, he was recovering and he was saving up his energy.. The silence in their once-cozy home grew heavier with every passing evening.
Every morning, she still drove him to the office. The car rides were thick with unspoken tension. The radio played softly in the background as Bangalore traffic crawled around them. Sometimes Jay would glance at her profile, his hand twitching as if wanting to reach for hers on the gear shift. Nikitha kept her eyes fixed on the road, knuckles tight on the steering wheel, her heart beating a guilty rhythm.
One morning, when his hand accidentally brushed hers while adjusting the AC, a spark of old familiarity shot through her.
She pulled away quickly, pretending it was nothing.
Meanwhile, her phone had become a secret gateway to Tharun. From the moment she woke up, their texts flowed freely — good morning messages with heart emojis, random photos of her coffee or the sunrise, silly memes that made her smile in the middle of the day. Tharun’s replies were always warm, playful, and charged with affection.
Tharun: Missing those lips already. Can’t wait for our “project meeting” today ?
Nikitha: Behave. We have actual work too.
Tharun: Work first. Then dessert.
The office had transformed into their private sanctuary. Thanks to a high-stakes new project with tight deadlines, they spent long hours locked inside Tharun’s luxurious cabin. The soundproof walls and locked door gave them freedom.
What started as quick kisses during lunch breaks soon became a full-blown “kiss marathon.” Every noon, after finalizing reports, Tharun would pull her onto his lap in the ergonomic chair, his hands sliding possessively around her waist. Their kisses were deep, hungry, and increasingly bold. He’d suck gently on her lower lip, then trail kisses down her neck, making her shiver and bite back soft moans. In the evenings, when the floor emptied, he’d press her against the glass balcony door overlooking the glittering city, one hand tangled in her hair, the other resting dangerously high on her thigh.
Though Nikitha’s body responded eagerly even her mind didn't stop her from knowing about what Jay did in the noon or at his place. She got to know Jay’s move from Sharmi, through indirect talks with Sharmi. Nikitha started lying that Jay’s wife kept pressuring me. She wanted to know if he had medicines or better foods. I'm sorry for asking you too much, Nikitha told her. Sharmi played along but she was observing every word, registering and doing her own math to fit a believable narrative of her own to trace the truth. But to her, it was not enough, every word of Nikitha seemed to be a lie. She wanted to know more and only Jay could help.
Sharmi, ever observant, had quietly stepped up her friendship with Jay.
She joined him for coffee breaks, asked about his health, and shared light office gossip to keep his spirits up.
Sharmi, kind-hearted, brought homemade soup for Jay one day and even accompanied him to a follow-up doctor visit, just to get closer with Jay and to feed her curiosity to know him and Nikitha better.
While On the surface, everything ran smoothly for Nikitha, she seemed to have fun with her new love and balance her emotions and guilt with Jay..
But it was not easy… inside, Nikitha was crumbling.
Nights were the hardest. Guilt settled over her like a heavy blanket. She developed a strange sleeping sickness — lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling while Jay breathed steadily beside her. Most nights she turned her back to him, curling into herself, pretending to be asleep. Her mind replayed everything she was doing to make both men look cruel for her. She wanted happiness and she seemed to get it but Jay’s words dangerously looked possible “ you may end up hurting many hearts”
This delicate, dangerous pattern continued for an entire week. Stolen kisses in the office that left her lips swollen and her body humming. Silent car rides filled with tension. Short, cold exchanges at home. Sharmi unknowingly becomes the bridge between Nikitha’s duty and her desire. She knew she was doing the wrong thing, but didn't have the clarity to choose one among them. Even if her heart says she is going to Tharun.. She didn't get any mental strength to accept that decision and leave Jay. She crumbled inside. All she hoped for was one clear direction.. She wanted everyone to be happy. But in the end she kept getting hurt.
One Friday afternoon, the office buzzed with the usual pre-weekend energy. Most employees were wrapping up tasks and chatting about weekend plans, but Sharmi sat quietly at her desk, her sharp mind working overtime.
After weeks of subtle observations, casual conversations with Jay, and watching Nikitha’s strange behavior, Sharmi had almost zeroed in on the truth. The pieces finally clicked: Nikitha was Jay’s wife. Their awkward silences in the car, the way Nikitha still checked on him under the guise of “his wife abroad,” the lingering concern mixed with emotional distance — it all made sense now. Nothing else fit.
Yet some parts still didn’t add up. Why were there no photos of them together? Why did they act like near-strangers in public? How had they maintained this facade so naturally? And the biggest puzzle — why had Jay been involved with Anjali while Nikitha was clearly getting closer to Tharun? The contradictions swirled in her head. Unless Jay or Nikitha opened up, she would never know the full story.
Sharmi decided it was time to test the waters. When the involved could not answer? How will she make them open?
She has a plan.. Jealousy.. A way to break Nikitha’s silence. She would stir a little jealousy and see how they reacted. She decided to test it.. While Jay sat near her not knowing all these time she was keep thinking on him and Nikitha.
Meanwhile, Anjali , still under suspension , slipped into the office building that same afternoon. Her accounts had been frozen, and she desperately needed to retrieve some pending reimbursements. Avoiding the main floors where people might recognize her, she headed straight for the VP’s room on the upper level. Her old thumbprint still worked on the security panel. The door clicked open softly.
The moment she stepped inside the luxurious cabin, she expected to find the new VP. Instead, she heard muffled sounds, soft gasps, and low, intimate murmurs coming from the inner bedroom area.
Curiosity and suspicion pulled her forward. Heart pounding, Anjali crept toward the slightly ajar door and pushed it open just a crack.
The sight that greeted her froze her blood.
There, pressed against the wall in a heated embrace, were Nikitha and Tharun.
Tharun had Nikitha pinned gently but possessively, one strong hand cupping the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Their mouths were locked in a deep, passionate kiss — hungry and unhurried. Nikitha’s fingers were tangled in his hair, her body arching into him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips when Tharun trailed his mouth down to her jawline, then back to capture her lips again. Their bodies moved together with clear familiarity and building desire, the kind that spoke of stolen moments and growing addiction.
Anjali’s eyes widened in pure shock. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp.
A rage built in, while she was suspended for misbehavior here others casually having an affair.. Initially she thought VP himself had been in some affair but the case was different.
Nikitha doing it was unbelievable for her.
She questioned herself again!
Nikitha? With Tharun?
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