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Chapter 90: Nikitha left the hotel with Tharun.
She left the room without another word, her heart set on one final conversation. While Tharun quietly started packing their belongings, folding clothes with calm efficiency, Nikitha made her way down the corridor.
By 6:40 PM, she reached the door of the other room and knocked softly. Sharmi opened it moments later, a warm, slightly surprised smile lighting up her face.
Nikitha : “Can we talk? Alone.”
Sharmi stepped out immediately, closing the door gently behind her. The two women walked in silence toward the lush garden area behind the hotel. Soft evening lights illuminated the pathways, and a gentle breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine. They found a quiet bench tucked away from the main lights and sat down.
Sharmi turned to her with gentle curiosity. “Tell me… why did you want to meet me so urgently?”
Nikitha took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. Her voice was steady but laced with sincerity when she finally spoke.
“What do you think about Jay?”
Sharmi raised an eyebrow, caught slightly off guard. “Why are you asking about him so suddenly?”
Nikitha looked directly into her eyes. “You said you’re interested in him. I just want to know… how serious you are with him.”
Sharmi leaned back slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m not serious. It’s just something casual we started.”
Nikitha shifted closer on the bench, her expression turning earnest, almost pleading. “Sharmi… Jay is a gem of a person. He may look tough and distant from the outside, but if you truly love him, he will love you back with everything he has. He’s loyal, caring, and protective in ways most people never see.” Her voice softened. “Instead of just fooling around, you should marry him.”
Sharmi blinked, then let out a soft, surprised laugh. “Marry him?”
Nikitha’s face remained serious. “What’s there to laugh about? There’s no mangalsutra around your neck, no metti on your toes. You’re young and unmarried. He just needs a deserving woman by his side. You’ve already cracked his heart in a way even Anjali couldn’t. She was just a filler — I know that.”
Sharmi tried to control herself, but Nikitha’s genuine assumptions were too far from reality. She couldn’t hold back another soft burst of laughter.
Nikki’s temper flared. “Stop laughing, Sharmi,” she said sharply, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m telling you this seriously. Maybe you think Jay is already married… but I know it’s a sham marriage. When the time comes, you’ll realize the truth. I know you already know a lot. If Jay told you anything, it means he trusts you. Marry him. Your life will be good with him.”
Sharmi finally calmed down, though amusement still danced in her eyes.
She doesnt want to spoil the moment like Jay explaining himself in the private room, she wanted everything to be saved for the moment, so se let Nikki dance in her assumptions.
With keeping that in mind, Sharmi came forward and said..:
“Okay… okay. I’ll consider it. Is this what you called me here for?
This was the important thing?”
“Yes,” Nikitha replied, relieved. A strange sense of peace washed over her, as if she had finally done something right.
Sharmi stood up slowly and placed a gentle hand on Nikitha’s shoulder. “I promise you — Jay will marry a deserving woman. The woman he truly loves. I’ll give you that guarantee. We’ll meet at dinner, okay? Sharp at 9.30”
With those words, Sharmi walked away, a quiet joy bubbling inside her. Nikki has gone too far this time, she thought, amused. She’s thinking so deeply about Jay’s future… she’s practically gone mad, speaking from the heart like that.
Once she was a little distance away, Sharmi glanced down at the ring on her finger and let out a soft, private laugh. She brought the ring closer to her lips and whispered playfully, “Dear husband… look at how people see us.”
When Sharmi returned to the room, Nikitha had already left the hotel.
She was already sitting in the passenger seat of the car, her last emotional burden finally lifted after the conversation with Sharmi. A strange, bittersweet peace settled over her. She truly believed that Sharmi would eventually marry Jay — that her friend was serious about him and would give him the love and stability he deserved. For the first time in a long while, Nikitha felt she could step away without carrying the heavy weight of guilt.
She didn’t want to look back at the hotel even once.
As Tharun started the engine and drove out of the parking lot, Nikitha kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead. The city lights of Mumbai faded behind them as they merged onto the highway.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she turned to him softly.
“Did you book the place?”
Tharun glanced at her with a gentle, reassuring smile. “Yes. It’s almost 40 km away, near the highway. A luxury resort — secure, private, and far away from known people. No one will disturb us.”
Nikitha looked at his profile for a long moment. The warm glow of the dashboard lights highlighted his calm, handsome features. Something tender bloomed in her chest.
She smiled at him — a real, soft smile that reached her eyes.
In her heart, she spoke silently to herself:
I will thank you properly tonight, Tharun.
Remember i cant love you, but i could marry you, i could choose.
Tonight i will let you know i choosed you..
Tharun reached over and gently squeezed her hand, as if sensing the shift in her heart.
Nikitha didn’t pull away. Instead, she intertwined her fingers with his and held on.
She left the room without another word, her heart set on one final conversation. While Tharun quietly started packing their belongings, folding clothes with calm efficiency, Nikitha made her way down the corridor.
By 6:40 PM, she reached the door of the other room and knocked softly. Sharmi opened it moments later, a warm, slightly surprised smile lighting up her face.
Nikitha : “Can we talk? Alone.”
Sharmi stepped out immediately, closing the door gently behind her. The two women walked in silence toward the lush garden area behind the hotel. Soft evening lights illuminated the pathways, and a gentle breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine. They found a quiet bench tucked away from the main lights and sat down.
Sharmi turned to her with gentle curiosity. “Tell me… why did you want to meet me so urgently?”
Nikitha took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. Her voice was steady but laced with sincerity when she finally spoke.
“What do you think about Jay?”
Sharmi raised an eyebrow, caught slightly off guard. “Why are you asking about him so suddenly?”
Nikitha looked directly into her eyes. “You said you’re interested in him. I just want to know… how serious you are with him.”
Sharmi leaned back slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m not serious. It’s just something casual we started.”
Nikitha shifted closer on the bench, her expression turning earnest, almost pleading. “Sharmi… Jay is a gem of a person. He may look tough and distant from the outside, but if you truly love him, he will love you back with everything he has. He’s loyal, caring, and protective in ways most people never see.” Her voice softened. “Instead of just fooling around, you should marry him.”
Sharmi blinked, then let out a soft, surprised laugh. “Marry him?”
Nikitha’s face remained serious. “What’s there to laugh about? There’s no mangalsutra around your neck, no metti on your toes. You’re young and unmarried. He just needs a deserving woman by his side. You’ve already cracked his heart in a way even Anjali couldn’t. She was just a filler — I know that.”
Sharmi tried to control herself, but Nikitha’s genuine assumptions were too far from reality. She couldn’t hold back another soft burst of laughter.
Nikki’s temper flared. “Stop laughing, Sharmi,” she said sharply, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m telling you this seriously. Maybe you think Jay is already married… but I know it’s a sham marriage. When the time comes, you’ll realize the truth. I know you already know a lot. If Jay told you anything, it means he trusts you. Marry him. Your life will be good with him.”
Sharmi finally calmed down, though amusement still danced in her eyes.
She doesnt want to spoil the moment like Jay explaining himself in the private room, she wanted everything to be saved for the moment, so se let Nikki dance in her assumptions.
With keeping that in mind, Sharmi came forward and said..:
“Okay… okay. I’ll consider it. Is this what you called me here for?
This was the important thing?”
“Yes,” Nikitha replied, relieved. A strange sense of peace washed over her, as if she had finally done something right.
Sharmi stood up slowly and placed a gentle hand on Nikitha’s shoulder. “I promise you — Jay will marry a deserving woman. The woman he truly loves. I’ll give you that guarantee. We’ll meet at dinner, okay? Sharp at 9.30”
With those words, Sharmi walked away, a quiet joy bubbling inside her. Nikki has gone too far this time, she thought, amused. She’s thinking so deeply about Jay’s future… she’s practically gone mad, speaking from the heart like that.
Once she was a little distance away, Sharmi glanced down at the ring on her finger and let out a soft, private laugh. She brought the ring closer to her lips and whispered playfully, “Dear husband… look at how people see us.”
When Sharmi returned to the room, Nikitha had already left the hotel.
She was already sitting in the passenger seat of the car, her last emotional burden finally lifted after the conversation with Sharmi. A strange, bittersweet peace settled over her. She truly believed that Sharmi would eventually marry Jay — that her friend was serious about him and would give him the love and stability he deserved. For the first time in a long while, Nikitha felt she could step away without carrying the heavy weight of guilt.
She didn’t want to look back at the hotel even once.
As Tharun started the engine and drove out of the parking lot, Nikitha kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead. The city lights of Mumbai faded behind them as they merged onto the highway.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she turned to him softly.
“Did you book the place?”
Tharun glanced at her with a gentle, reassuring smile. “Yes. It’s almost 40 km away, near the highway. A luxury resort — secure, private, and far away from known people. No one will disturb us.”
Nikitha looked at his profile for a long moment. The warm glow of the dashboard lights highlighted his calm, handsome features. Something tender bloomed in her chest.
She smiled at him — a real, soft smile that reached her eyes.
In her heart, she spoke silently to herself:
I will thank you properly tonight, Tharun.
Remember i cant love you, but i could marry you, i could choose.
Tonight i will let you know i choosed you..
Tharun reached over and gently squeezed her hand, as if sensing the shift in her heart.
Nikitha didn’t pull away. Instead, she intertwined her fingers with his and held on.
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