Adultery A Husband and Wife’s Playful Texts Turn Into a Complicated Affair

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Chapter 113 - The Wednesday - The Mirror 1


The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains as Nikkitha stood before the mirror, adjusting the dbang of her salwar. Her mind was already drifting toward the day’s tasks when her phone buzzed. Tharun had arrived early and was waiting in the car downstairs. She smiled to herself, quickly gathering her things.

By the time she stepped out, Sharmi had joined them. The three exchanged quick greetings, and the car pulled away from the apartment complex. But instead of taking the familiar route to the office, Tharun turned onto an unfamiliar road. Nikkitha glanced at him curiously.

After a few minutes, the car slowed and stopped outside a charming little restaurant tucked away from the main traffic. The place looked serene—soft lighting, gentle instrumental music floating in the air, and the comforting aroma of fresh coffee and spices.

“Tharun, this spot is almost five kilometers off our usual route,” Nikkitha said, half-amused, half-concerned. “Won’t we get late?”

He turned to her with a warm, reassuring smile. 
“Today, you don’t need to worry about that. Stop asking questions and just enjoy the moment with me.”

She couldn’t help but smile back. They stepped inside together. The breakfast spread—fluffy idlis, crisp dosas, perfectly seasoned chutneys, and aromatic filter coffee—was delicious. For the first time in weeks, Nikkitha allowed herself to truly relax, savoring not just the food but the gentle care Tharun showered on her. His eyes rarely left her face, and every small gesture felt like a quiet promise.

When they returned to the car, Tharun once again steered away from the office route. Nikkitha turned to him, eyebrows raised.
“What are you doing? Aren’t we going to the office?”

He grinned. “No. We’re going to watch a movie.”
“What?” She was pleasantly surprised, though worry quickly followed. 
“Tharun, we have work. I left Jay with responsibilities, and I need to balance things at the office about my absence…”

Tharun reached over and gently squeezed her hand. “I know. But not today. You need a break too. I don’t want your life to become mundane. We should find time for fun, for each other—to talk, to simply be. Ever since we came back from Mumbai, you’ve been so caught up in taking care of everything… and everyone. You need to breathe as well.”

Nikkitha looked into his eyes, feeling a rush of warmth that nearly brought tears. She was overwhelmed by how deeply he understood her.
“I don’t know what I can ever give back to you,” she whispered. “You love me too much.”

“Then let’s start by spending the day together,” he replied softly.
She smiled, catching his hand. “Actually… let’s not go to the movie.”
“Why not?”

“I don’t want to sit in a theatre today,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes. “You know how it would go. We’d watch for a few minutes, then start talking, then I’d probably cry about something, you’d console me, and then we’d end up kissing anyway.” She laughed at her own words.
Tharun burst out laughing too. “So it’s become that predictable, huh?”

“Maybe,” she teased. 

Tharun said, then “Let’s go to our home instead. We’ve never really spent a full day there. 
It’s going to be our home one day. 
Consider it as a trailer for future, Let’s just… be there.”

Her face lit up. “Nice. Im in, Let’s pick up some vegetables—I’ll cook for you.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I’ll cook for you.”

They stopped at a nearby grocery store, filling a bag with fresh vegetables, spices, and a few other essentials. 
The drive to Tharun’s apartment felt charged with quiet excitement.

The moment they stepped inside and the door clicked shut, Tharun wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. 
Nikkitha leaned back into his chest, her heart racing. 
She turned in his embrace and looked up at him.

What can I possibly give a man who gives me everything? 
The thought kept echoing in her mind.

She placed the grocery bag on the table and turned back to him. “Let me cook some other day. Right now, I just want to spend time with you.”
Tharun didn’t need another invitation. In one smooth motion, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed.

Nikkitha looked around, taking in the room. 
It was tastefully done—minimal yet elegant. 
A large mirror adorned the headrest wall, reflecting the soft city view from the curtained window.

“You’re such a tasteful man,” she murmured.

He smiled as he removed his shirt, left in just his pants, and settled against the headrest. 
“That’s why I got lucky with someone as beautiful as you.” He patted the space beside him invitingly.

She moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder.
For a few moments, they simply breathed together.
She recounted everything happened in past weeks, 
how she cried in bathroom, and how he came all over the night for her. 
And today with a day taking off for her, a dedicated time for her. 

This man gives me everything even after knowing i didnt love him yet. she thought.


“I don’t have words to thank you,” she said softly. “You’ve been my savior. I thought leaving that relationship would destroy me… but you made sure it didn’t. You waited so patiently, giving me time so I wouldn’t feel like I was missing out on anything.”
Tharun stroked her hair, listening.

She wanted to change the topic, she quickly composed herself and she looked around. 
Her gaze drifted to the large mirror. “Why do you have such a big mirror here? And what are those little stars pasted on it?”
Tharun chuckled. “It’s my magic mirror.”

“Magic mirror?” she asked, amused.
“Yeah. A strange, honest man appears in it sometimes he is straight-talking, moral, no-nonsense. Whenever I make a mistake, I stand in front of it and question myself. It feels like someone else is holding me accountable, even though it’s just me talking to myself. But it helps me stay grounded.”

Nikkitha laughed softly. “Interesting. Why call it magic?”

“Because these days, real conscience is rare. My inner voice only shows up occasionally—like magic, sudden and unexpected.”
She turned toward the mirror. “Has this honest man appeared recently?”

Tharun looked at their reflection, his voice turning sincere.
 “Yes. When I started falling for a married woman I was only supposed to be casual with… he showed up and scolded me for spoiling her life.”

Nikkitha’s eyes softened. She told, Tell him you gave shelter to that women whose life was already spoiled by uncertainties.   She studied the mirror as if the figure might actually appear. “Has he shown up lately?”

Tharun’s gaze met hers in the reflection. He reads her mind and want to cut off her restless mind.. 

he said.. “He’s here right now. He’s asking why I’m wasting time talking nonsense when I have such a beautiful woman beside me. He says I should make her pregnant, give her my child, and let him shape them into better people.”

Nikkitha gasped and playfully smacked his arm. “If you want to have sex with me, just ask! 
Don’t spout all this nonsense!”

Tharun laughed, pulling her closer. “I wasn’t making it up to seduce you. I really do talk to myself through that mirror. It keeps me honest.”
She searched his eyes for a moment, then smiled. “Okay… I believe you Mr. Honest.”




“Good,” he whispered, cupping her face. 
“Because I don’t want to lie to be with you. If I want you, I’ll ask… or I’ll simply take you when the moment feels right.”

While Nikkitha was about to lose herself again to Tharun, she doesnt know she is going t face a brutal truth, in the same bedroom.