30-06-2026, 12:27 AM
Chapter 100: I'm his Wife
By the time Nikitha reached the accident site, the mechanics and helpers had already left. The road was eerily quiet except for the flashing lights of the lone ambulance. Jay lay on a stretcher beside the wrecked car, unconscious, face covered in dried blood and cuts.
A nurse stepped out of the ambulance, holding Jay’s phone. “Are you Nikitha?” she asked.
“Yes,” Nikitha replied breathlessly.
“Here is your husband’s mobile.” The nurse handed it over, then looked her up and down with clear disgust. “Why are you like this… without proper dress? Did you rush straight from sleep?”
The nurse’s eyes lingered on Nikitha’s bare thighs, the oversized man’s shirt that barely covered her, the visible love bites on her neck, and her messy, just-fucked hair. It was obvious what she assumed had happened. The judgment was sharp and unmistakable.
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Nikitha felt a wave of shame trying to crash over her, but she forcefully pushed it away. Not now. I cannot let anything flood my mind. The only thing that mattered was saving Jay. She ignored the nurse’s stare completely.
Tharun stood a few steps behind, watching the entire scene in stunned silence. The reality of what was unfolding hit him like a truck — the woman he had claimed so passionately just hours ago was now running half-naked toward another man, being called his wife. But he assumed i cant be, she is just helping.. him for her friend?!
The nurse gestured toward the ambulance. “Sir, please follow this ambulance. The hospital is only 10 km away.” Tharun nodded quietly and got back into the car, following closely behind the flashing lights.
At the hospital, Jay was immediately taken into the emergency ward for first aid. Nikitha waited outside the ICU, pacing barefoot, still wearing only Tharun’s shirt and her panties underneath. A kind older nurse noticed her state and quietly handed her a pair of spare nurse pants.
“No need to return them. Just throw them away later,” the nurse said gently, though her eyes also carried a hint of judgment.
Nikitha quickly slipped them on in a corner, the loose pants providing some decency, though the oversized shirt and her overall appearance still screamed what she had been doing before the call.
Doctors soon emerged and asked for a family member to sign consent forms regarding Jay’s condition — multiple cuts, possible concussion, and internal checks needed.
Nikitha stepped forward immediately. “I can sign.”
The doctor looked at her. “Who are you to him?”
Without hesitation, she answered, “I’m his wife.”
Tharun, who had been standing silently in the corridor, froze.
His eyes widened in pure shock and disbelief. She said she was his wife for second time..
Nikitha opened her phone with trembling fingers and showed the only photo they had — their marriage picture, the two of them standing together, at temple.. with friends.. The doctor nodded and handed her the forms.
Tharun stared at her, completely stunned.
The revelation hit him like a slap.
Wife. She had just openly claimed to be Jay’s wife in front of everyone.
Nikitha didn’t care about Tharun’s reaction. She wasn’t ready for anything else right now. Her mind was locked on one thing only — she would not move from this hospital until she heard that Jay was completely alright. She sat down on the cold bench outside the ICU, hands clasped tightly, guilt, fear, and determination swirling inside her chest.
The night had taken a turn none of them had expected.
By the time Nikitha reached the accident site, the mechanics and helpers had already left. The road was eerily quiet except for the flashing lights of the lone ambulance. Jay lay on a stretcher beside the wrecked car, unconscious, face covered in dried blood and cuts.
A nurse stepped out of the ambulance, holding Jay’s phone. “Are you Nikitha?” she asked.
“Yes,” Nikitha replied breathlessly.
“Here is your husband’s mobile.” The nurse handed it over, then looked her up and down with clear disgust. “Why are you like this… without proper dress? Did you rush straight from sleep?”
The nurse’s eyes lingered on Nikitha’s bare thighs, the oversized man’s shirt that barely covered her, the visible love bites on her neck, and her messy, just-fucked hair. It was obvious what she assumed had happened. The judgment was sharp and unmistakable.
Nikitha felt a wave of shame trying to crash over her, but she forcefully pushed it away. Not now. I cannot let anything flood my mind. The only thing that mattered was saving Jay. She ignored the nurse’s stare completely.
Tharun stood a few steps behind, watching the entire scene in stunned silence. The reality of what was unfolding hit him like a truck — the woman he had claimed so passionately just hours ago was now running half-naked toward another man, being called his wife. But he assumed i cant be, she is just helping.. him for her friend?!
The nurse gestured toward the ambulance. “Sir, please follow this ambulance. The hospital is only 10 km away.” Tharun nodded quietly and got back into the car, following closely behind the flashing lights.
At the hospital, Jay was immediately taken into the emergency ward for first aid. Nikitha waited outside the ICU, pacing barefoot, still wearing only Tharun’s shirt and her panties underneath. A kind older nurse noticed her state and quietly handed her a pair of spare nurse pants.
“No need to return them. Just throw them away later,” the nurse said gently, though her eyes also carried a hint of judgment.
Nikitha quickly slipped them on in a corner, the loose pants providing some decency, though the oversized shirt and her overall appearance still screamed what she had been doing before the call.
Doctors soon emerged and asked for a family member to sign consent forms regarding Jay’s condition — multiple cuts, possible concussion, and internal checks needed.
Nikitha stepped forward immediately. “I can sign.”
The doctor looked at her. “Who are you to him?”
Without hesitation, she answered, “I’m his wife.”
Tharun, who had been standing silently in the corridor, froze.
His eyes widened in pure shock and disbelief. She said she was his wife for second time..
Nikitha opened her phone with trembling fingers and showed the only photo they had — their marriage picture, the two of them standing together, at temple.. with friends.. The doctor nodded and handed her the forms.
Tharun stared at her, completely stunned.
The revelation hit him like a slap.
Wife. She had just openly claimed to be Jay’s wife in front of everyone.
Nikitha didn’t care about Tharun’s reaction. She wasn’t ready for anything else right now. Her mind was locked on one thing only — she would not move from this hospital until she heard that Jay was completely alright. She sat down on the cold bench outside the ICU, hands clasped tightly, guilt, fear, and determination swirling inside her chest.
The night had taken a turn none of them had expected.
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