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Chapter 91: The GPS and the Knock
The clock in Sharmi and Jay’s hotel room ticked closer to 9 PM. The air was thick with nervous energy. Sharmi had spent the last hour transforming the space into something intimate and special — dim lights, fresh flowers, a small chocolate cake chilling in the fridge, and soft music playing faintly in the background. She had prepared a detailed checklist in her mind, every little detail meant to create the perfect atmosphere for Jay’s planned reconciliation with Nikitha.
Jay paced the room, his heart pounding. He kept rehearsing the words he wanted to say. Both of them were shivering with anticipation and anxiety. Just 30 minutes left.
Meanwhile, far away on the highway, Tharun’s car finally turned into the driveway of BB Luxury Inn — a secluded, high-end resort nestled near the highway. The property was stunning: private villas, lush gardens, and complete seclusion.
“If not for dinner, we could have reached thirty minutes earlier,” Tharun said lightly as he parked.
He glanced at Nikitha. She had been quiet the entire ride, but he could sense a quiet determination in her. Something had shifted. After unloading the luggage, they entered their elegant private villa. Tharun collapsed onto the large bed with a tired sigh, but Nikitha stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, staring out at the dark, peaceful landscape.
Tharun watched her silently. He knew she was lost in thought. She had asked him to bring her here. She had asked for time alone with him. She needed emotional support — and perhaps more.
He stood up and walked behind her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest in a warm, possessive hug.
“All okay now?” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
“Better,” she murmured, leaning into him.
“I know you’re still upset about everything,” he said softly, his hands gently caressing her stomach. “I’m here. As your emotional support, allow me to kiss you, let ths ease your pain..
He turned her face toward him and kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow at first, then grew hungry. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands roamed over her body.
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Nikitha moaned softly into the kiss, her body responding to his touch.
Suddenly, Tharun’s phone rang.
The sharp sound shattered the moment like cold water. Nikitha pulled back, breathing heavily. Before she could say anything, Tharun glanced at the screen — it was the HR representative.
“Sir, did you drive one of the vehicles 40 km away from the hotel?” the man asked.
Tharun sighed. “Yes, I’m at BB Luxury Inn. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing serious, sir. All our cars have GPS tracking. Only one vehicle showed up here, so we wanted to confirm everything was fine.”
Tharun laughed lightly. “You thought some theft happend, No No Everything’s good.”
but looking at how he called at wrong timing he added casually, “If you need to reach someone else, you can contact Jay.”
The moment Jay’s name left his mouth, Nikitha’s expression changed. She turned away, irritation flashing across her face.
Tharun quickly ended the call. “I’m in the middle of something important. Call me tomorrow if needed. A flash of Jay and Sharmi's morning episode crossed his min, And don’t disturb my colleague either — just text him.”
He hung up and turned to Nikitha, who was already putting her phone on silent mode.
“I wanted a peaceful time,” she said, voice low, “and you still dragged names here.”
Tharun stepped closer, apologetic but playful. “I’m sorry. I’ll obey your orders tonight.”
He put his mobile on silent.
and then
He pulled her close again. “But thank you for accepting my kiss… for letting me comfort you.”
Nikitha looked up at him, her eyes softening with a new resolve. “It’s me who should be thankful. I’ve got a gift for you tonight.”
“A gift?” Tharun asked, intrigued, a spark of excitement in his eyes.
“You’ll see,” she whispered. “But first… let me change my dress. Can you go inside the bathroom for a few minutes?”
“Why can’t you go inside the bathroom and change?” Tharun asked, genuinely puzzled.
Nikitha gave him a mysterious smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Just do what I say.”
The request sounded strange to him, but something in her tone — soft yet firm — made his pulse quicken. He could sense she was planning something. After a moment, he nodded.
“Okay,” he said, his voice low with curiosity.
He turned toward the bathroom, then paused and looked back at her. “Maybe you shall lock it from outside and open it when you’re done?”
“No,” she replied quickly. “Lock it from inside. I’ll knock on the desk when I’m ready and get on the bed. You can come out after that.”
Tharun raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on his lips.
“How many knocks?” he joked, trying to lighten the charged atmosphere.
“Three,” she said, smiling softly. “Solid knocks.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and husky, before stepping into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. The anticipation in the air was thick. He leaned against the door, heart beating faster than usual, wondering what she was up to.
Meanwhile, back at the main hotel, the clock struck exactly 9:30 PM.
Jay was shivering with nerves. He had been pacing the room, silently practicing all the dialogues he wanted to say to Nikitha — apologies, explanations, declarations of love. His phone buzzed with a message from the HR representative:
Sharmi had finished getting ready. She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the room. Her heart was racing with excitement and nervousness.
She walked down the corridor and stopped in front of Tharun and Nikitha’s original room. Raising her hand, she knocked three times — clear, deliberate knocks.
“Dinner time, Nikki!” she called out cheerfully.
Cut to BB Luxury Inn.
Inside the luxurious private villa, Tharun heard the three powerful knocks on the wooden desk.
His pulse spiked instantly. A rush of adrenaline and excitement coursed through his veins. He took a deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out with a playful, expectant smile on his face. He was ready for her “gift” — perhaps something memorable, or intimate.
But the moment he entered the bedroom, the visual before him stunned him completely.
The clock in Sharmi and Jay’s hotel room ticked closer to 9 PM. The air was thick with nervous energy. Sharmi had spent the last hour transforming the space into something intimate and special — dim lights, fresh flowers, a small chocolate cake chilling in the fridge, and soft music playing faintly in the background. She had prepared a detailed checklist in her mind, every little detail meant to create the perfect atmosphere for Jay’s planned reconciliation with Nikitha.
Jay paced the room, his heart pounding. He kept rehearsing the words he wanted to say. Both of them were shivering with anticipation and anxiety. Just 30 minutes left.
Meanwhile, far away on the highway, Tharun’s car finally turned into the driveway of BB Luxury Inn — a secluded, high-end resort nestled near the highway. The property was stunning: private villas, lush gardens, and complete seclusion.
“If not for dinner, we could have reached thirty minutes earlier,” Tharun said lightly as he parked.
He glanced at Nikitha. She had been quiet the entire ride, but he could sense a quiet determination in her. Something had shifted. After unloading the luggage, they entered their elegant private villa. Tharun collapsed onto the large bed with a tired sigh, but Nikitha stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, staring out at the dark, peaceful landscape.
Tharun watched her silently. He knew she was lost in thought. She had asked him to bring her here. She had asked for time alone with him. She needed emotional support — and perhaps more.
He stood up and walked behind her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest in a warm, possessive hug.
“All okay now?” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
“Better,” she murmured, leaning into him.
“I know you’re still upset about everything,” he said softly, his hands gently caressing her stomach. “I’m here. As your emotional support, allow me to kiss you, let ths ease your pain..
He turned her face toward him and kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow at first, then grew hungry. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands roamed over her body.
Nikitha moaned softly into the kiss, her body responding to his touch.
Suddenly, Tharun’s phone rang.
The sharp sound shattered the moment like cold water. Nikitha pulled back, breathing heavily. Before she could say anything, Tharun glanced at the screen — it was the HR representative.
“Sir, did you drive one of the vehicles 40 km away from the hotel?” the man asked.
Tharun sighed. “Yes, I’m at BB Luxury Inn. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing serious, sir. All our cars have GPS tracking. Only one vehicle showed up here, so we wanted to confirm everything was fine.”
Tharun laughed lightly. “You thought some theft happend, No No Everything’s good.”
but looking at how he called at wrong timing he added casually, “If you need to reach someone else, you can contact Jay.”
The moment Jay’s name left his mouth, Nikitha’s expression changed. She turned away, irritation flashing across her face.
Tharun quickly ended the call. “I’m in the middle of something important. Call me tomorrow if needed. A flash of Jay and Sharmi's morning episode crossed his min, And don’t disturb my colleague either — just text him.”
He hung up and turned to Nikitha, who was already putting her phone on silent mode.
“I wanted a peaceful time,” she said, voice low, “and you still dragged names here.”
Tharun stepped closer, apologetic but playful. “I’m sorry. I’ll obey your orders tonight.”
He put his mobile on silent.
and then
He pulled her close again. “But thank you for accepting my kiss… for letting me comfort you.”
Nikitha looked up at him, her eyes softening with a new resolve. “It’s me who should be thankful. I’ve got a gift for you tonight.”
“A gift?” Tharun asked, intrigued, a spark of excitement in his eyes.
“You’ll see,” she whispered. “But first… let me change my dress. Can you go inside the bathroom for a few minutes?”
“Why can’t you go inside the bathroom and change?” Tharun asked, genuinely puzzled.
Nikitha gave him a mysterious smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Just do what I say.”
The request sounded strange to him, but something in her tone — soft yet firm — made his pulse quicken. He could sense she was planning something. After a moment, he nodded.
“Okay,” he said, his voice low with curiosity.
He turned toward the bathroom, then paused and looked back at her. “Maybe you shall lock it from outside and open it when you’re done?”
“No,” she replied quickly. “Lock it from inside. I’ll knock on the desk when I’m ready and get on the bed. You can come out after that.”
Tharun raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on his lips.
“How many knocks?” he joked, trying to lighten the charged atmosphere.
“Three,” she said, smiling softly. “Solid knocks.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and husky, before stepping into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. The anticipation in the air was thick. He leaned against the door, heart beating faster than usual, wondering what she was up to.
Meanwhile, back at the main hotel, the clock struck exactly 9:30 PM.
Jay was shivering with nerves. He had been pacing the room, silently practicing all the dialogues he wanted to say to Nikitha — apologies, explanations, declarations of love. His phone buzzed with a message from the HR representative:
Quote:Sir, this is the HR representative. Tharun sir gave your number. All our cars are GPS activated. If you want a non-GPS car, just text me. I’ll send one in an hour.Jay ignored the message completely. His mind was elsewhere.
Sharmi had finished getting ready. She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the room. Her heart was racing with excitement and nervousness.
She walked down the corridor and stopped in front of Tharun and Nikitha’s original room. Raising her hand, she knocked three times — clear, deliberate knocks.
“Dinner time, Nikki!” she called out cheerfully.
Cut to BB Luxury Inn.
Inside the luxurious private villa, Tharun heard the three powerful knocks on the wooden desk.
His pulse spiked instantly. A rush of adrenaline and excitement coursed through his veins. He took a deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out with a playful, expectant smile on his face. He was ready for her “gift” — perhaps something memorable, or intimate.
But the moment he entered the bedroom, the visual before him stunned him completely.
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