02-07-2026, 05:47 PM
Chapter 111: First Night Home
The ride back to Jay’s house was silent and heavy. When they finally stepped inside, the familiar scent of the apartment hit Nikitha like a wave of memories. She pushed them down.
She helped Jay settle on the couch, then moved efficiently around the kitchen. She cooked light khichdi as per the doctor’s instructions, gave him his medicines on time, and adjusted the pillows behind his back so he could eat comfortably. Every action was careful, professional, and distant.
Jay watched her quietly. The way she moved in his house — like she still belonged there — gave him a painful kind of hope.
After dinner, as she helped him walk slowly to the bedroom, he finally spoke.
“Nikki… thank you for doing all this. I know you didn’t have to.”
She gave a small nod. “Doctor said you need care. That’s all.”
They ended up in the same bed that night. Jay lay on his side, his injured arm carefully propped up.
Nikitha kept a respectful distance, lying stiffly on her side of the bed.
After a long silence, Jay spoke softly, almost pleading.
“I know I made many mistakes. I took you for granted… I failed to show you how much you meant to me. But seeing you here, taking care of me like this… it reminds me of the old days. When it was just us. When we were friends first.”
Nikitha stayed quiet for a moment, then replied in a calm but firm voice.
“Jay… don’t. I’m here because you need help right now.
Not because things are going back to how they were.”
She turned slightly toward him, her eyes steady even in the dim light.
“I want a divorce. We should legally move on.
This marriage was never real. It was a convenience that went on for too long. I’ve already chosen my path.”
Jay’s face tightened with pain, but he didn’t argue. He simply nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Later that night, when Jay had finally fallen asleep, Nikitha slipped out of bed.
She walked into the bathroom, locked the door, and let the tears she had been holding back all day finally fall.
She sat on the cold floor, hugging her knees, sobbing quietly so Jay wouldn’t hear.
After a few minutes, she pulled out her phone with trembling hands and texted Tharun:
Nikitha:
It’s harder than I thought.
I told him I want a divorce. It hurts me
I miss you already…
She stared at the screen, waiting for his reply, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
Minutes later, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Tharun:
Tharun:
I’m on the way. Come to the upper floor. I’ll be waiting there in 10 minutes.
Nikitha felt a strange surge of strength. She wiped her tears, quietly left the apartment, and went upstairs to the upper floor of the house.
When she opened the door, Tharun was already there. The moment she saw him, she rushed into his arms. He hugged her tightly as she broke down completely, burying her face in his chest and crying without restraint.
Tharun held her close, one hand gently stroking her hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on her back. He kissed her forehead several times, his voice low and steady as he whispered against her skin.
“I’m right here with you. Every step of this. You don’t have to carry this weight alone. I’ll handle whatever needs to be handled — the legal side, the talks, everything. You just focus on getting through these weeks. I’ll make sure you don’t feel trapped or guilty. We’ll take it one day at a time. You’re not alone in this. I’ve got you.”
He continued comforting her with soft, reassuring words, promising his constant support and presence. His voice was calm, patient, and full of quiet strength.
When her sobs finally eased, Tharun tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow, intense, and filled with longing. His tongue danced with hers, tasting the salt of her tears as his hands gripped her waist possessively, pulling her body flush against his. For several heated moments, the world around them disappeared — only the heat of their mouths, the desperate need in their touch, and the comfort of being in each other’s arms remained.
When they finally parted, Tharun gave her one last soft kiss on the lips and a gentle smile.
“Go back now. Sleep. I’m always with you.”
Nikitha nodded, feeling lighter. She quietly returned downstairs, slipped back into bed beside Jay, and closed her eyes.
Despite the storm in her heart, she slept peacefully that night — wrapped in the quiet strength of Tharun’s promise.
The ride back to Jay’s house was silent and heavy. When they finally stepped inside, the familiar scent of the apartment hit Nikitha like a wave of memories. She pushed them down.
She helped Jay settle on the couch, then moved efficiently around the kitchen. She cooked light khichdi as per the doctor’s instructions, gave him his medicines on time, and adjusted the pillows behind his back so he could eat comfortably. Every action was careful, professional, and distant.
Jay watched her quietly. The way she moved in his house — like she still belonged there — gave him a painful kind of hope.
After dinner, as she helped him walk slowly to the bedroom, he finally spoke.
“Nikki… thank you for doing all this. I know you didn’t have to.”
She gave a small nod. “Doctor said you need care. That’s all.”
They ended up in the same bed that night. Jay lay on his side, his injured arm carefully propped up.
Nikitha kept a respectful distance, lying stiffly on her side of the bed.
After a long silence, Jay spoke softly, almost pleading.
“I know I made many mistakes. I took you for granted… I failed to show you how much you meant to me. But seeing you here, taking care of me like this… it reminds me of the old days. When it was just us. When we were friends first.”
Nikitha stayed quiet for a moment, then replied in a calm but firm voice.
“Jay… don’t. I’m here because you need help right now.
Not because things are going back to how they were.”
She turned slightly toward him, her eyes steady even in the dim light.
“I want a divorce. We should legally move on.
This marriage was never real. It was a convenience that went on for too long. I’ve already chosen my path.”
Jay’s face tightened with pain, but he didn’t argue. He simply nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Later that night, when Jay had finally fallen asleep, Nikitha slipped out of bed.
She walked into the bathroom, locked the door, and let the tears she had been holding back all day finally fall.
She sat on the cold floor, hugging her knees, sobbing quietly so Jay wouldn’t hear.
After a few minutes, she pulled out her phone with trembling hands and texted Tharun:
Nikitha:
It’s harder than I thought.
I told him I want a divorce. It hurts me
I miss you already…
She stared at the screen, waiting for his reply, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
Minutes later, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Tharun:
Tharun:
I’m on the way. Come to the upper floor. I’ll be waiting there in 10 minutes.
Nikitha felt a strange surge of strength. She wiped her tears, quietly left the apartment, and went upstairs to the upper floor of the house.
When she opened the door, Tharun was already there. The moment she saw him, she rushed into his arms. He hugged her tightly as she broke down completely, burying her face in his chest and crying without restraint.
Tharun held her close, one hand gently stroking her hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on her back. He kissed her forehead several times, his voice low and steady as he whispered against her skin.
“I’m right here with you. Every step of this. You don’t have to carry this weight alone. I’ll handle whatever needs to be handled — the legal side, the talks, everything. You just focus on getting through these weeks. I’ll make sure you don’t feel trapped or guilty. We’ll take it one day at a time. You’re not alone in this. I’ve got you.”
He continued comforting her with soft, reassuring words, promising his constant support and presence. His voice was calm, patient, and full of quiet strength.
When her sobs finally eased, Tharun tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow, intense, and filled with longing. His tongue danced with hers, tasting the salt of her tears as his hands gripped her waist possessively, pulling her body flush against his. For several heated moments, the world around them disappeared — only the heat of their mouths, the desperate need in their touch, and the comfort of being in each other’s arms remained.
When they finally parted, Tharun gave her one last soft kiss on the lips and a gentle smile.
“Go back now. Sleep. I’m always with you.”
Nikitha nodded, feeling lighter. She quietly returned downstairs, slipped back into bed beside Jay, and closed her eyes.
Despite the storm in her heart, she slept peacefully that night — wrapped in the quiet strength of Tharun’s promise.
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