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Chapter 78: The Night She Left
The evening felt heavier than usual when they reached the villa.
Nikitha walked straight into the bedroom without a word. Jay followed slowly, still drained from the day’s events. He watched as she pulled out a suitcase from under the bed and began packing some of her clothes — sarees, salwar suits, a few personal items. Her movements were mechanical, but her hands trembled slightly.
Jay’s voice was quiet, almost disbelieving.
“What are you doing?”
Nikitha didn’t look at him. She continued folding a lavender saree — the one she had worn the day Tharun first noticed her.
“I’m moving to Tharun’s place.”
The words landed like a slap.
Jay stood frozen for a second, then stepped closer, his voice rising with pain and disbelief.
“Why? Just because of that complaint?”
Nikitha finally turned to face him. Her eyes were red, filled with exhaustion, hurt, and a quiet resolve.
“I don’t want to see you turn into a wild man, Jay. The day you told me you were behind this… I cannot take it anymore. If you think I chose Tharun — yes, I chose him. Look at him. He protected me. He selflessly sacrificed for me. But you? You sold me for your revenge. How do you expect me to see this as love?”
Her voice cracked, but she kept going.
“Love is not something that should destroy one. It should protect one. That’s love. After our trip, let’s figure out the rest. For now… I cannot stay with you. I’m leaving.”
She zipped the suitcase with finality. Jay stood there, speechless, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He wanted to stop her. He wanted to shout, to explain, to beg. But the words died in his throat.
Nikitha booked a cab on her phone. Within minutes, it arrived. She picked up the suitcase and walked toward the door without looking back.
After a 30 mins travel.
The car stopped near a quiet Women’s Hostel kilometers away. She had lied to Jay.
She wasn’t moving to Tharun’s place. She needed space — from both of them — to figure out her heart.
She checked into a simple room, closed the door, and stood in front of the small mirror in the attached washroom. Her reflection stared back — tired eyes, messy hair, a face that looked older than her years.
She blamed herself.
He himself said he was the reason behind it. Why can’t you see it? Why are you still denying it?
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them angrily, but more came. The weight of her choices, her anger, her confusion — everything crashed down on her in that small, unfamiliar room.
She had left the man who had once saved her… because she feared he was becoming someone who could destroy not just her but in process he could destroy himself.
Yet deep down, a small voice whispered: If he really did it… why my heart is denying to believe it?
How i will handle this, will my separation from him turn him into worse?
Let him think i'm moved, he will have his anger for week, im sure he will move on one day without me.
She sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees, lost in the silence of her own heart.
While Nikitha had separated from Jay temporarily, she took a full day to figure out things. She didn’t text Tharun or anyone. She spent the entire day alone, losing herself in the quiet corners of the city — wandering through small local eateries, ordering simple home-style meals she hadn’t tasted in years. The solitude felt necessary. Painful, but necessary. She needed to breathe without the weight of both men’s expectations pressing on her chest.
On Sunday morning, the email from HR arrived, confirming the flight details.
The day of the journey came.
Nikitha arrived at the airport with a small suitcase, dressed in a simple yet elegant cream salwar suit. Tharun was already waiting near the entrance, looking sharp in a formal shirt. He smiled when he saw her, but there was concern in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you pick my calls?” he asked gently as they walked toward check-in.
Nikitha gave a small, tired smile. “I put the mobile on silent. Needed some time alone.”
Tharun nodded understandingly and didn’t press further. He stayed close, respectful of the space she clearly needed.
On the other side of the terminal, she saw Sharmi and Jay walking in together — almost like a team. Jay looked composed but weary, still recovering from his recent fever. Nikitha avoided looking at him for as long as she could. But while boarding the flight, she couldn’t help it. Her eyes instinctively searched for him.
Sharmi and Nikitha ended up seated together. Tharun and Jay took seats on the opposite side of the aisle.
The journey had begun.
The flight continued into the night, carrying four people bound by secrets, love, jealousy, and unfinished stories — heading toward a city where everything might finally come to a head.
Willl Nikitha finally see the love she always wanted? or will it get complicated further, Will Sharmi's cupid trick works here? or She came here to do a detective job to figure the secret behind the letter.
For one thing the Journey may open many unexpected episodes in life of the Four.
The evening felt heavier than usual when they reached the villa.
Nikitha walked straight into the bedroom without a word. Jay followed slowly, still drained from the day’s events. He watched as she pulled out a suitcase from under the bed and began packing some of her clothes — sarees, salwar suits, a few personal items. Her movements were mechanical, but her hands trembled slightly.
Jay’s voice was quiet, almost disbelieving.
“What are you doing?”
Nikitha didn’t look at him. She continued folding a lavender saree — the one she had worn the day Tharun first noticed her.
“I’m moving to Tharun’s place.”
The words landed like a slap.
Jay stood frozen for a second, then stepped closer, his voice rising with pain and disbelief.
“Why? Just because of that complaint?”
Nikitha finally turned to face him. Her eyes were red, filled with exhaustion, hurt, and a quiet resolve.
“I don’t want to see you turn into a wild man, Jay. The day you told me you were behind this… I cannot take it anymore. If you think I chose Tharun — yes, I chose him. Look at him. He protected me. He selflessly sacrificed for me. But you? You sold me for your revenge. How do you expect me to see this as love?”
Her voice cracked, but she kept going.
“Love is not something that should destroy one. It should protect one. That’s love. After our trip, let’s figure out the rest. For now… I cannot stay with you. I’m leaving.”
She zipped the suitcase with finality. Jay stood there, speechless, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He wanted to stop her. He wanted to shout, to explain, to beg. But the words died in his throat.
Nikitha booked a cab on her phone. Within minutes, it arrived. She picked up the suitcase and walked toward the door without looking back.
After a 30 mins travel.
The car stopped near a quiet Women’s Hostel kilometers away. She had lied to Jay.
She wasn’t moving to Tharun’s place. She needed space — from both of them — to figure out her heart.
She checked into a simple room, closed the door, and stood in front of the small mirror in the attached washroom. Her reflection stared back — tired eyes, messy hair, a face that looked older than her years.
She blamed herself.
He himself said he was the reason behind it. Why can’t you see it? Why are you still denying it?
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them angrily, but more came. The weight of her choices, her anger, her confusion — everything crashed down on her in that small, unfamiliar room.
She had left the man who had once saved her… because she feared he was becoming someone who could destroy not just her but in process he could destroy himself.
Yet deep down, a small voice whispered: If he really did it… why my heart is denying to believe it?
How i will handle this, will my separation from him turn him into worse?
Let him think i'm moved, he will have his anger for week, im sure he will move on one day without me.
She sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees, lost in the silence of her own heart.
While Nikitha had separated from Jay temporarily, she took a full day to figure out things. She didn’t text Tharun or anyone. She spent the entire day alone, losing herself in the quiet corners of the city — wandering through small local eateries, ordering simple home-style meals she hadn’t tasted in years. The solitude felt necessary. Painful, but necessary. She needed to breathe without the weight of both men’s expectations pressing on her chest.
On Sunday morning, the email from HR arrived, confirming the flight details.
The day of the journey came.
Nikitha arrived at the airport with a small suitcase, dressed in a simple yet elegant cream salwar suit. Tharun was already waiting near the entrance, looking sharp in a formal shirt. He smiled when he saw her, but there was concern in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you pick my calls?” he asked gently as they walked toward check-in.
Nikitha gave a small, tired smile. “I put the mobile on silent. Needed some time alone.”
Tharun nodded understandingly and didn’t press further. He stayed close, respectful of the space she clearly needed.
On the other side of the terminal, she saw Sharmi and Jay walking in together — almost like a team. Jay looked composed but weary, still recovering from his recent fever. Nikitha avoided looking at him for as long as she could. But while boarding the flight, she couldn’t help it. Her eyes instinctively searched for him.
Sharmi and Nikitha ended up seated together. Tharun and Jay took seats on the opposite side of the aisle.
The journey had begun.
The flight continued into the night, carrying four people bound by secrets, love, jealousy, and unfinished stories — heading toward a city where everything might finally come to a head.
Willl Nikitha finally see the love she always wanted? or will it get complicated further, Will Sharmi's cupid trick works here? or She came here to do a detective job to figure the secret behind the letter.
For one thing the Journey may open many unexpected episodes in life of the Four.
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