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Chapter 115: She Arrived at the right time
Nikkitha locked the bathroom door and leaned heavily against it, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her heart was still racing from the intense sex and the emotional storm that had crashed over her moments ago. Without wasting another second, she turned on the hot shower and stepped under the scalding spray. Steam filled the small space as she scrubbed her body vigorously, as if she could wash away the guilt now clinging to her skin like a second layer.
The truth she had confronted in the mirror hurt far worse than she had expected. She regretted not giving Jay enough opportunity to explain himself. She realized that love didn’t always have to be expressed in the way one expected — it could be messy, imperfect, and still real.
She stood at a painful crossroads, but she knew she couldn’t go backward. The past was done. What mattered now was how she moved forward — how she could treat both men better without repeating the coldness she had shown in recent days.
Jay’s words echoed in her mind: “You are going to hurt several hearts in the process.” She was starting to experience the truth of that. She had hurt Jay without fully realizing it, and now she had left Tharun hanging in the middle of something raw and unfinished.
Do I even deserve any of them? she questioned herself bitterly. I’m sorry, Jay…
She also knew Tharun was waiting outside. She didn’t want him worrying about her wavering heart and mind. Taking a deep breath, she made a silent promise: she would at least be honest and patient with Tharun. As for Jay, she couldn’t fix everything, but she could treat him with the dignity he deserved.
Determination slowly settled over her. One day, when Jay eventually moved on with someone who could love him fully, she would apologize to him properly. Until then, she would honor what they once shared in whatever small ways she could.
She dried herself, composed her expression, and stepped out of the bathroom looking calm on the surface, though her eyes still carried the heavy weight of her inner conflict.
Tharun was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her with clear concern. “Nikki… are you okay?”
“I had sudden stomach pain,” she lied smoothly. “It’s gone now.”
Tharun didn’t fully believe her, but he chose not to push. He simply nodded and pulled her into a gentle, protective hug. After a quiet lunch together, Nikkitha suggested they head back to her place.
Deep down, she wanted to cook something special for Jay — a small token of apology. She didn’t want to send him the wrong message, but she needed to do something.
On the way home, Nikkitha suddenly asked Tharun to stop at a medical shop.
“I need to get some control pills,” she said quietly. Tharun waited in the car while she went inside and purchased emergency contraceptive pills. As she was getting back into the car, a familiar face in the side mirror made her blood run cold.
Jay’s maternal uncle.
He had clearly recognized her — and worse, he had seen her with Tharun. His car immediately pulled out and began following them.
For several kilometers, Nikkitha kept glancing at the mirror, her anxiety rising. “Tharun, speed up,” she said urgently. “A known person is following us. We need to lose him.”
Tharun didn’t ask questions. He pressed the accelerator, taking sharp turns to deviate from the usual route. The chase grew tense and dangerous. In the panic and distraction, Tharun misjudged a turn and accidentally clipped the vehicle ahead of them. The harsh sound of scbanging metal filled the air.
The moment the collision happened, Jay’s maternal uncle sped past them, racing ahead toward their house with clear intent.
Nikkitha’s heart pounded wildly. I’m caught. But she quickly pulled herself together. She stepped out, exchanged details with the other driver, handed over her office visiting card, and calmly said, “It’s an emergency. We’ll handle everything. Please contact my office for any claims.”
She turned back to Tharun, her voice steady despite the chaos. “Drive to the house. He’s heading there. I need to handle this.”
At house
the doorbell rang.
Sharmi stood up and opened the door. A middle-aged man stood outside — well-dressed in a crisp shirt, authoritative in his posture, and visibly shocked to see a woman who wasn’t Nikitha inside the house.
Jay’s face went pale the moment he recognized him.
It was his maternal uncle — the same man who had instigated much of the family pressure and drama against him in the past. The man who had always looked down on him and used every opportunity to shame him in front of the extended family.
The uncle stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his sharp eyes scanning the living room with clear confusion and disapproval.
“What is happening here?” he demanded, voice loud and accusatory. “Just a few hours ago, I saw another man taking your wife in his car from the medical shop… and now I find you here with some other woman?”
Jay froze. His heart began hammering violently in his chest. He saw them. He saw Tharun taking Nikitha in his car?!. The thought made his stomach churn with dread. He didn’t know how they had appeared in front of his uncle — like colleagues, or worse, like a real couple? He didn’t know whether he should agree to the truth or spin a desperate lie to save face. What if his uncle already know the truth and had come specifically to mock him? To rub salt on his already bleeding wounds
His uncle continued, raising an eyebrow with clear suspicion and a mocking tone, “Did you two get divorced already and you remarried so quickly?”
Jay felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The unexpected arrival of this man from his past brought a sudden, crushing tension into the house. If his uncle learned the full truth — the convenience marriage, Nikitha’s relationship with Tharun, the separation — he would certainly use it as ammunition. He would spread it across the entire family, shame Jay publicly, and turn it into another weapon to prove that Jay had failed again.
Sharmi stood awkwardly beside Jay, unsure how to handle the situation. Jay, still recovering and emotionally drained, could only stare at his uncle in silent dread.
The past had come knocking at the worst possible time.
Jay thought bitterly, That’s it. My face is going to be buried in the dust today.
But just as the silence grew unbearable, the sound of a car horn echoed from outside along with a sharp, persistent creech sound like something rubbing the road... sharp, persistent, and strangely timely.
When the sound stopped, there appeared a face that carried the missed tenderness, the kindness that gave him assurance like always: “I’m here to save you.” What happened on Wednesday? Why is there such a change all of a sudden? Jay's heart swelled with overwhelming emotion.
Here she is
Nikkitha
She stepped inside like the queen had entered to show the uncle his place.
The moment Jay saw her, everything shifted. She wasn’t carrying the cold resentment of the past few weeks. Instead, her eyes held the old tenderness — the same soft, reassuring kindness that had always made him feel chosen, protected, and loved. It was the Nikkitha who used to stand by him no matter what.
She looked at him with genuine care, mixed with visible guilt. Without hesitation, she walked straight toward the uncle, her presence commanding the room.
Hi, Jay's Uncle, why do you followed me from medical shop? and why do you ran here as soon as my car got halted ? Jay did he had anything Sharmi, did you offered him tea?
Jay stared at her, a chaotic mix of shock, overwhelming relief, and lingering hurt swirling inside him. For the first time in weeks, she was looking at him the way she used to — like he still mattered. Like she would choose him again if needed.
His heart swelled with heavy, conflicting emotions. What happened today? Why this sudden change? The same woman who had grown distant and cold was now standing here like a savior, stepping into the fire for him once again.
Nikkitha glanced at Jay for a brief moment. In that silent look, she tried to convey everything she couldn’t say out loud yet — her regret, her apology, and the complicated tenderness she still carried for him.
The uncle stood stunned, caught off guard by her unexpected arrival and composed demeanor. The confrontation that was about to explode had suddenly been paused by the very person at the center of it all.
Nikkitha locked the bathroom door and leaned heavily against it, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her heart was still racing from the intense sex and the emotional storm that had crashed over her moments ago. Without wasting another second, she turned on the hot shower and stepped under the scalding spray. Steam filled the small space as she scrubbed her body vigorously, as if she could wash away the guilt now clinging to her skin like a second layer.
The truth she had confronted in the mirror hurt far worse than she had expected. She regretted not giving Jay enough opportunity to explain himself. She realized that love didn’t always have to be expressed in the way one expected — it could be messy, imperfect, and still real.
She stood at a painful crossroads, but she knew she couldn’t go backward. The past was done. What mattered now was how she moved forward — how she could treat both men better without repeating the coldness she had shown in recent days.
Jay’s words echoed in her mind: “You are going to hurt several hearts in the process.” She was starting to experience the truth of that. She had hurt Jay without fully realizing it, and now she had left Tharun hanging in the middle of something raw and unfinished.
Do I even deserve any of them? she questioned herself bitterly. I’m sorry, Jay…
She also knew Tharun was waiting outside. She didn’t want him worrying about her wavering heart and mind. Taking a deep breath, she made a silent promise: she would at least be honest and patient with Tharun. As for Jay, she couldn’t fix everything, but she could treat him with the dignity he deserved.
Determination slowly settled over her. One day, when Jay eventually moved on with someone who could love him fully, she would apologize to him properly. Until then, she would honor what they once shared in whatever small ways she could.
She dried herself, composed her expression, and stepped out of the bathroom looking calm on the surface, though her eyes still carried the heavy weight of her inner conflict.
Tharun was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her with clear concern. “Nikki… are you okay?”
“I had sudden stomach pain,” she lied smoothly. “It’s gone now.”
Tharun didn’t fully believe her, but he chose not to push. He simply nodded and pulled her into a gentle, protective hug. After a quiet lunch together, Nikkitha suggested they head back to her place.
Deep down, she wanted to cook something special for Jay — a small token of apology. She didn’t want to send him the wrong message, but she needed to do something.
On the way home, Nikkitha suddenly asked Tharun to stop at a medical shop.
“I need to get some control pills,” she said quietly. Tharun waited in the car while she went inside and purchased emergency contraceptive pills. As she was getting back into the car, a familiar face in the side mirror made her blood run cold.
Jay’s maternal uncle.
He had clearly recognized her — and worse, he had seen her with Tharun. His car immediately pulled out and began following them.
For several kilometers, Nikkitha kept glancing at the mirror, her anxiety rising. “Tharun, speed up,” she said urgently. “A known person is following us. We need to lose him.”
Tharun didn’t ask questions. He pressed the accelerator, taking sharp turns to deviate from the usual route. The chase grew tense and dangerous. In the panic and distraction, Tharun misjudged a turn and accidentally clipped the vehicle ahead of them. The harsh sound of scbanging metal filled the air.
The moment the collision happened, Jay’s maternal uncle sped past them, racing ahead toward their house with clear intent.
Nikkitha’s heart pounded wildly. I’m caught. But she quickly pulled herself together. She stepped out, exchanged details with the other driver, handed over her office visiting card, and calmly said, “It’s an emergency. We’ll handle everything. Please contact my office for any claims.”
She turned back to Tharun, her voice steady despite the chaos. “Drive to the house. He’s heading there. I need to handle this.”
At house
the doorbell rang.
Sharmi stood up and opened the door. A middle-aged man stood outside — well-dressed in a crisp shirt, authoritative in his posture, and visibly shocked to see a woman who wasn’t Nikitha inside the house.
Jay’s face went pale the moment he recognized him.
It was his maternal uncle — the same man who had instigated much of the family pressure and drama against him in the past. The man who had always looked down on him and used every opportunity to shame him in front of the extended family.
The uncle stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his sharp eyes scanning the living room with clear confusion and disapproval.
“What is happening here?” he demanded, voice loud and accusatory. “Just a few hours ago, I saw another man taking your wife in his car from the medical shop… and now I find you here with some other woman?”
Jay froze. His heart began hammering violently in his chest. He saw them. He saw Tharun taking Nikitha in his car?!. The thought made his stomach churn with dread. He didn’t know how they had appeared in front of his uncle — like colleagues, or worse, like a real couple? He didn’t know whether he should agree to the truth or spin a desperate lie to save face. What if his uncle already know the truth and had come specifically to mock him? To rub salt on his already bleeding wounds
His uncle continued, raising an eyebrow with clear suspicion and a mocking tone, “Did you two get divorced already and you remarried so quickly?”
Jay felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The unexpected arrival of this man from his past brought a sudden, crushing tension into the house. If his uncle learned the full truth — the convenience marriage, Nikitha’s relationship with Tharun, the separation — he would certainly use it as ammunition. He would spread it across the entire family, shame Jay publicly, and turn it into another weapon to prove that Jay had failed again.
Sharmi stood awkwardly beside Jay, unsure how to handle the situation. Jay, still recovering and emotionally drained, could only stare at his uncle in silent dread.
The past had come knocking at the worst possible time.
Jay thought bitterly, That’s it. My face is going to be buried in the dust today.
But just as the silence grew unbearable, the sound of a car horn echoed from outside along with a sharp, persistent creech sound like something rubbing the road... sharp, persistent, and strangely timely.
When the sound stopped, there appeared a face that carried the missed tenderness, the kindness that gave him assurance like always: “I’m here to save you.” What happened on Wednesday? Why is there such a change all of a sudden? Jay's heart swelled with overwhelming emotion.
Here she is
Nikkitha
She stepped inside like the queen had entered to show the uncle his place.
The moment Jay saw her, everything shifted. She wasn’t carrying the cold resentment of the past few weeks. Instead, her eyes held the old tenderness — the same soft, reassuring kindness that had always made him feel chosen, protected, and loved. It was the Nikkitha who used to stand by him no matter what.
She looked at him with genuine care, mixed with visible guilt. Without hesitation, she walked straight toward the uncle, her presence commanding the room.
Hi, Jay's Uncle, why do you followed me from medical shop? and why do you ran here as soon as my car got halted ? Jay did he had anything Sharmi, did you offered him tea?
Jay stared at her, a chaotic mix of shock, overwhelming relief, and lingering hurt swirling inside him. For the first time in weeks, she was looking at him the way she used to — like he still mattered. Like she would choose him again if needed.
His heart swelled with heavy, conflicting emotions. What happened today? Why this sudden change? The same woman who had grown distant and cold was now standing here like a savior, stepping into the fire for him once again.
Nikkitha glanced at Jay for a brief moment. In that silent look, she tried to convey everything she couldn’t say out loud yet — her regret, her apology, and the complicated tenderness she still carried for him.
The uncle stood stunned, caught off guard by her unexpected arrival and composed demeanor. The confrontation that was about to explode had suddenly been paused by the very person at the center of it all.
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