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Chapter 120: The first unnoticed distraction.
The next morning, when Sharmi arrived for her shift, Nikitha left for the office without much conversation. As soon as she reached the office, she didn’t waste a single second. Her steps were hurried, almost urgent, as she made her way straight to Tharun’s cabin.
The moment she stepped inside, she closed the door behind her and locked it with a soft click. Without saying a word, she walked straight into Tharun’s arms and hugged him tightly, burying her face against his chest.
Tharun was caught off guard. He could feel the tension in her body — the way her fingers clutched his shirt, the slight tremble in her shoulders. Something was clearly off. He wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, one hand gently stroking her back while the other held the back of her head.
He didn’t ask anything right away. He simply held her, letting her breathe, letting her warm herself in his embrace. He could sense the emotional storm she was carrying — the weight of guilt, confusion, and exhaustion. In recent days, he had been covering a lot of her work too, staying late to finish reports so she could focus on Jay. Last night had left him drained, but the moment she walked in, all of that faded. Her needs came first.
After a long, silent minute, Nikitha finally pulled back slightly, still staying close in his arms. Her eyes were tired but determined.
“I need two things from you,” she said, voice low.
Tharun looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Tell me.”
“First… we should reschedule our Cochin trip.”
Tharun raised an eyebrow but didn’t interrupt.
“And the second?”
“We must find the real culprit who wrote that letter to HR.”
Tharun frowned. “Wasn’t it Jay who wrote it?”
“No,” Nikitha said firmly.
Tharun studied her face for a long moment. “What happened? Did he do some drama that you believed him. after he himself agreed he wrote it?”
Nikitha raised her hand and gently placed it over his mouth, silencing him.
“Just listen to me. I hope you trust me. Jay didn’t do this.”
Tharun removed her hand slowly, but his eyes remained locked on hers. He could see the conviction in her gaze. Something about her belief in Jay’s innocence alarmed him — not out of jealousy, but because it showed how deeply their history still ran.
He leaned back slightly, still holding her close.
“I promise I will help you,” he said sincerely. “But I demand to know the full story. Why is this so important now? Your hug tells me a huge story…what bugged you... you look distressed.”
Nikitha looked into his sincere, worried eyes. She took a deep breath.
“It’s not the place,” she whispered. “Let’s go to our home.”
Tharun let out a soft, amused chuckle. “You would shuffle me as you wish between two homes and one office. I have to work round the clock…” He teased her gently, then smiled. “Nothing is more important than what you want.”
She smiled back, the moment they entered car, Nikitha had said everything, everything including the Mirror moment. She wanted to be honest and open atleast to one heart, and she choose Tharun. But she doesn't know Mirror moment had sent a different message to him.
Thirty minutes after every story landed in his ear, they entered Tharun’s apartment. The moment the door was shut, Nikitha hugged him from behind, resting her cheek against his back. I’m sorry for hurting you,” she murmured.
Tharun turned around and pulled her into his arms. “Even if you lied about loving me to Jay… I’m happy with that lie.”
They looked at each other for a long moment. The tension, the guilt, the unspoken feelings — everything melted into a deep, sensual kiss. Their lips moved slowly at first, tender and exploratory, then with growing hunger. Tharun’s hands roamed her back, pulling her closer as the kiss turned passionate and rich with emotion. Their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply, breaths mingling in soft, needy gasps.
The wall clock that read 11:10 AM slowly turned to 12:20 PM.
Both lay naked on the bed, bodies glistening with sweat. What started as passionate quickly became intense. Tharun was on his back, breathing heavily. Nikitha had been riding him with desperate need, her hips grinding down in long, sensual strokes. But somewhere in the middle, her mind had drifted.
Even as Tharun thrust up into her, filling her completely with every powerful stroke, Nikitha’s thoughts wandered. She was distracted, The guilt twisted inside her even as pleasure coursed through her body. She moved on autopilot, her moans soft but distant, her eyes half-closed as her mind stayed with Jay.
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Tharun noticed. He gripped her hips tighter and suddenly sat up, pulling her closer. In one swift motion, he flipped their positions, laying her on her back and thrusting deeper. He leaned down and captured one of her full breasts in his mouth, sucking hard before biting down on her sensitive nipple — not enough to hurt, but enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure through her.
“Ahh—!” Nikitha gasped, her body arching violently as the bite pulled her back into the moment. The sting mixed with pleasure brought her focus crashing back to him.
Tharun smirked against her skin, biting the other breast with the same intensity, his hips never stopping their deep, rhythmic pounding. “Stay with me, baby,” he growled, voice husky. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Nikitha moaned loudly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she finally surrendered to the sensation. For the next several minutes, Tharun fucked her with raw, passionate strokes — deep, steady, and possessive. Their bodies slapped together, wet sounds filling the room as he drove into her again and again.
When he felt himself getting close, he pulled out and moved up her body. Nikitha, still breathing heavily, slid down between his legs. She rested her head on his stomach, looking up at him with hazy eyes. Tharun held his thick, throbbing cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, the swollen head glistening with her juices and his precum.
He guided it toward her mouth. “Open for me…”
Nikitha parted her lips obediently. Tharun tapped the heavy head against her tongue a few times, then slowly pushed inside. She took him in, sucking gently at first, then with more hunger as he began to stroke himself faster. Her head stayed resting on his stomach, eyes looking up at him as he fucked her mouth with his hand guiding his cock.
Tharun groaned deeply, his free hand tangling in her hair. He shook his cock gently, letting the head rub against her tongue and lips, coating them with precum. Nikitha moaned around him, the vibration sending shivers through his body. He kept stroking, faster now, the wet sounds of her mouth mixing with his heavy breathing.
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Finally, with a low, guttural groan, Tharun came hard. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted into her mouth. Nikitha took every drop, swallowing as much as she could while some leaked from the corners of her lips. Tharun kept stroking himself through the orgasm, milking the last few spurts onto her tongue, watching with dark satisfaction as she took it all.
When he finally finished, he pulled back slightly, breathing hard. Nikitha lay there, head still on his stomach, lips shiny and swollen, a small trail of cum dripping down her chin.
Even though they were both still recovering, Nikitha’s mind was elsewhere. She had come here to tell him everything, to plan how to find the real culprit — but the session had consumed an hour without any progress.
Tharun noticed her distant expression. He also remember she got distracted when they were in the middle. He gently stroked her hair and asked, “You look lost, darling. What are you thinking?”
She looked at him, still catching her breath. “Nothing…”
Tharun smiled, his hand sliding down her back. His hardness hadn’t fully left. He pulled her closer into a hug and whispered teasingly, “You’re mastering the cowgirl position, huh? How about round two?”
She smiled softly, but shook her head. “No… Let’s stop here. Let’s spend our time catching the person behind this letter.”
Tharun looked at her for a moment, then kissed her deeply one last time before they both got up to get ready for the rest of the day.
The next morning, when Sharmi arrived for her shift, Nikitha left for the office without much conversation. As soon as she reached the office, she didn’t waste a single second. Her steps were hurried, almost urgent, as she made her way straight to Tharun’s cabin.
The moment she stepped inside, she closed the door behind her and locked it with a soft click. Without saying a word, she walked straight into Tharun’s arms and hugged him tightly, burying her face against his chest.
Tharun was caught off guard. He could feel the tension in her body — the way her fingers clutched his shirt, the slight tremble in her shoulders. Something was clearly off. He wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, one hand gently stroking her back while the other held the back of her head.
He didn’t ask anything right away. He simply held her, letting her breathe, letting her warm herself in his embrace. He could sense the emotional storm she was carrying — the weight of guilt, confusion, and exhaustion. In recent days, he had been covering a lot of her work too, staying late to finish reports so she could focus on Jay. Last night had left him drained, but the moment she walked in, all of that faded. Her needs came first.
After a long, silent minute, Nikitha finally pulled back slightly, still staying close in his arms. Her eyes were tired but determined.
“I need two things from you,” she said, voice low.
Tharun looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Tell me.”
“First… we should reschedule our Cochin trip.”
Tharun raised an eyebrow but didn’t interrupt.
“And the second?”
“We must find the real culprit who wrote that letter to HR.”
Tharun frowned. “Wasn’t it Jay who wrote it?”
“No,” Nikitha said firmly.
Tharun studied her face for a long moment. “What happened? Did he do some drama that you believed him. after he himself agreed he wrote it?”
Nikitha raised her hand and gently placed it over his mouth, silencing him.
“Just listen to me. I hope you trust me. Jay didn’t do this.”
Tharun removed her hand slowly, but his eyes remained locked on hers. He could see the conviction in her gaze. Something about her belief in Jay’s innocence alarmed him — not out of jealousy, but because it showed how deeply their history still ran.
He leaned back slightly, still holding her close.
“I promise I will help you,” he said sincerely. “But I demand to know the full story. Why is this so important now? Your hug tells me a huge story…what bugged you... you look distressed.”
Nikitha looked into his sincere, worried eyes. She took a deep breath.
“It’s not the place,” she whispered. “Let’s go to our home.”
Tharun let out a soft, amused chuckle. “You would shuffle me as you wish between two homes and one office. I have to work round the clock…” He teased her gently, then smiled. “Nothing is more important than what you want.”
She smiled back, the moment they entered car, Nikitha had said everything, everything including the Mirror moment. She wanted to be honest and open atleast to one heart, and she choose Tharun. But she doesn't know Mirror moment had sent a different message to him.
Thirty minutes after every story landed in his ear, they entered Tharun’s apartment. The moment the door was shut, Nikitha hugged him from behind, resting her cheek against his back. I’m sorry for hurting you,” she murmured.
Tharun turned around and pulled her into his arms. “Even if you lied about loving me to Jay… I’m happy with that lie.”
They looked at each other for a long moment. The tension, the guilt, the unspoken feelings — everything melted into a deep, sensual kiss. Their lips moved slowly at first, tender and exploratory, then with growing hunger. Tharun’s hands roamed her back, pulling her closer as the kiss turned passionate and rich with emotion. Their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply, breaths mingling in soft, needy gasps.
The wall clock that read 11:10 AM slowly turned to 12:20 PM.
Both lay naked on the bed, bodies glistening with sweat. What started as passionate quickly became intense. Tharun was on his back, breathing heavily. Nikitha had been riding him with desperate need, her hips grinding down in long, sensual strokes. But somewhere in the middle, her mind had drifted.
Even as Tharun thrust up into her, filling her completely with every powerful stroke, Nikitha’s thoughts wandered. She was distracted, The guilt twisted inside her even as pleasure coursed through her body. She moved on autopilot, her moans soft but distant, her eyes half-closed as her mind stayed with Jay.
Tharun noticed. He gripped her hips tighter and suddenly sat up, pulling her closer. In one swift motion, he flipped their positions, laying her on her back and thrusting deeper. He leaned down and captured one of her full breasts in his mouth, sucking hard before biting down on her sensitive nipple — not enough to hurt, but enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure through her.
“Ahh—!” Nikitha gasped, her body arching violently as the bite pulled her back into the moment. The sting mixed with pleasure brought her focus crashing back to him.
Tharun smirked against her skin, biting the other breast with the same intensity, his hips never stopping their deep, rhythmic pounding. “Stay with me, baby,” he growled, voice husky. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Nikitha moaned loudly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she finally surrendered to the sensation. For the next several minutes, Tharun fucked her with raw, passionate strokes — deep, steady, and possessive. Their bodies slapped together, wet sounds filling the room as he drove into her again and again.
When he felt himself getting close, he pulled out and moved up her body. Nikitha, still breathing heavily, slid down between his legs. She rested her head on his stomach, looking up at him with hazy eyes. Tharun held his thick, throbbing cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, the swollen head glistening with her juices and his precum.
He guided it toward her mouth. “Open for me…”
Nikitha parted her lips obediently. Tharun tapped the heavy head against her tongue a few times, then slowly pushed inside. She took him in, sucking gently at first, then with more hunger as he began to stroke himself faster. Her head stayed resting on his stomach, eyes looking up at him as he fucked her mouth with his hand guiding his cock.
Tharun groaned deeply, his free hand tangling in her hair. He shook his cock gently, letting the head rub against her tongue and lips, coating them with precum. Nikitha moaned around him, the vibration sending shivers through his body. He kept stroking, faster now, the wet sounds of her mouth mixing with his heavy breathing.
Finally, with a low, guttural groan, Tharun came hard. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted into her mouth. Nikitha took every drop, swallowing as much as she could while some leaked from the corners of her lips. Tharun kept stroking himself through the orgasm, milking the last few spurts onto her tongue, watching with dark satisfaction as she took it all.
When he finally finished, he pulled back slightly, breathing hard. Nikitha lay there, head still on his stomach, lips shiny and swollen, a small trail of cum dripping down her chin.
Even though they were both still recovering, Nikitha’s mind was elsewhere. She had come here to tell him everything, to plan how to find the real culprit — but the session had consumed an hour without any progress.
Tharun noticed her distant expression. He also remember she got distracted when they were in the middle. He gently stroked her hair and asked, “You look lost, darling. What are you thinking?”
She looked at him, still catching her breath. “Nothing…”
Tharun smiled, his hand sliding down her back. His hardness hadn’t fully left. He pulled her closer into a hug and whispered teasingly, “You’re mastering the cowgirl position, huh? How about round two?”
She smiled softly, but shook her head. “No… Let’s stop here. Let’s spend our time catching the person behind this letter.”
Tharun looked at her for a moment, then kissed her deeply one last time before they both got up to get ready for the rest of the day.
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