05-07-2026, 12:02 PM
Chapter 129 - The Farewell Hug.
When Nikitha opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jay’s face hovering over her, brows furrowed with genuine worry. She was lying on their bed. A lady doctor stood beside him, packing her bag.
“She seems a bit weak,” the doctor said calmly. “Probably didn’t eat enough, combined with stress and lack of proper sleep. Her blood pressure shot up suddenly, causing her to faint. She’ll be fine in a few hours. Make sure she stays hydrated and eats nutritious food.” With a polite nod, the doctor left.
Jay sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her for a long moment. “What happened?” he asked softly.
Nikitha turned her face away, her voice blank. “It’s nothing. I just didn’t get enough sleep.”
Jay’s jaw tightened as memories of the previous night flooded back — Nikitha and Tharun together, their passionate adventures echoing in his mind. He swallowed the bitterness and simply nodded.
Nikitha asked, why do you suddenly giving me the divorce.
Ja: Because i realised, we have nothing to have something for ourself.
I have seen myself, you have really moved on.
I don want to stress you much, but things has to come this way, we need to speak, we have to divorce and speak Terms that works for both .
Nikitha: Don't think too much, pin whatever terms you want, i will agree and sign it.
Jay: “Fine. When you’re ready, let’s sign the papers.”
She agreed without argument.
A little later, Nikitha pushed herself up and leaned back against the headrest. She looked at him properly for the first time since waking. “You look new,” she said quietly. “I’m glad you took care of yourself before we going to your village.”
Jay’s expression remained steady. “We? No. Only I’m going. The moment I realised we may not work out, I knew it wasn’t advisable to take you there. You should continue with your Cochin plans with Tharun.”
He paused, then added firmly, “In precise, you are not coming to the village. Only I am going.”
Nikitha said nothing. The silence stretched between them.
Moments later, Jay continued, “Also, after the divorce, we’ll need to think about this house. Maybe we should sell it and split the share. It has your income invested in it too. I don’t think you saved enough to fight a legal case against your stepmother right now — that could stay pending for a long time. I don’t have enough cash to buy you out completely either. Besides, this place has become nothing but a memory of our togetherness. I don’t want either of us holding onto it without purpose or meaning. Let’s sell it.”
A single tear slipped down Nikitha’s cheek.
“What?” Jay asked gently.
She shrugged, wiping it away. “Nothing… just a little sentiment.”
“I understand,” he said softly.
He continued, “I’m doing pretty well now. My health has recovered. I don’t want you staying here just to take care of me. You can move on with your life. Physically move too… go to Tharun’s place. If I had another place ready, I would move out myself. But right now, you have an alternate place. Give up this space to me for a few days.”
Nikitha kept looking at his face, searching for something — anger, pain, hesitation — but found only quiet resolve. She finally nodded. “Tharun went to Mumbai today. Maybe I’ll stay here one more night and pack my things in the morning.”
Jay agreed without protest.
The rest of the day passed in heavy silence. Post noon, Nikitha cooked something light for both of them. By evening, she began packing her clothes and belongings with a heavy heart. Every corner of the house felt alive with memories — the furniture they had chosen together, the small decorative pieces, the kitchen where they had shared countless meals. Everything whispered what she was truly leaving behind. The weight of her choices settled deeper with every item she folded.
Night fell. They slept on the same bed, maintaining some distance at first. After a long silence, Nikitha finally spoke.
“Do you really ready to move on?”
Jay turned toward her. “Yes.”
“So you are not faking it?”
“I’m not faking it,” he replied honestly.
“But I won’t hide that it pains me. I’ll involve myself in things that bring me happiness and help me move forward.”
She shifted closer to him, her voice softening. “Can I ask you one thing?”
Jay looked at her. “What?”
“Shall I hug you… once? I just want to feel your warmth. After all these years of togetherness… just once. Maybe our farewell.”
She didn’t wait for his answer. Nikitha moved forward and hugged him tightly from behind, burying her face against his back. Silent sobs shook her body as tears flowed freely.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered brokenly.
“Allow me to sleep like this just tonight.
Tomorrow I promise I’ll leave without any baggage in my heart.
Let me cry my heart out now, please don't stop me and please don't think im trying to patch up between us.
Sorry for failing you.
I can see now… you are finally capable of moving on.”
Jay turned around.
Jay’s arms slowly came around her, holding her close. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth.
Later, she murmured against his chest, “I want you to adjust with me for a few more days. I would like to surprise you too… for your own good.” She paused, voice cracking. “All these days I have never said this, but I will tell you now — I truly loved you. And I realised you loved me too. But everything is done. Every line has been crossed. The fault is mine, i should have waited, gave you enough time, i rushed, and in process like you said i hurt many hearts. Now, with respect to our bonding, We have nothing left for ourselves. I’m sorry…”
You were right, everything goes well, looked good, when we were just friends, the moment we realise love, we destroyed ourself.
It pains me when i realized, we destroyed the beautiful thing build by ourself.
Nothing can be reversed, I'm moving on with hope, we can be good in our respective lives.
Im Sorry i messed up.
Jay hugged her tighter, his own tears flooding silently as he hid his face in the curve of her neck.
They fell asleep in that warm, bittersweet embrace.
The next morning, when Jay woke up, the bed was already empty beside him. Nikitha had left.
At 7:00 AM, in Tharun’s apartment, Tharun sat on the sofa, still staring at his phone. He wanted to call her but didn’t know how to begin. The last message from Mithra still glowed on the screen:
“Do you think I will leave your life just like that?”
Attached was a photo of Mithra standing happily with Tharun’s father and mother. The text below read:
“They agreed to our marriage. I didn’t respond to your messages earlier because I was working hard to get this. Their approval. I won’t allow you to move away from me. With love, Mithra.”
The doorbell rang.
Tharun sighed and walked to the door. When he opened it, Nikitha stood there with her luggage, eyes red and swollen.
Before Tharun could say a word, Nikitha stepped forward, crying, and collapsed into his chest, embracing him tightly as fresh tears soaked his shirt.
When Nikitha opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jay’s face hovering over her, brows furrowed with genuine worry. She was lying on their bed. A lady doctor stood beside him, packing her bag.
“She seems a bit weak,” the doctor said calmly. “Probably didn’t eat enough, combined with stress and lack of proper sleep. Her blood pressure shot up suddenly, causing her to faint. She’ll be fine in a few hours. Make sure she stays hydrated and eats nutritious food.” With a polite nod, the doctor left.
Jay sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her for a long moment. “What happened?” he asked softly.
Nikitha turned her face away, her voice blank. “It’s nothing. I just didn’t get enough sleep.”
Jay’s jaw tightened as memories of the previous night flooded back — Nikitha and Tharun together, their passionate adventures echoing in his mind. He swallowed the bitterness and simply nodded.
Nikitha asked, why do you suddenly giving me the divorce.
Ja: Because i realised, we have nothing to have something for ourself.
I have seen myself, you have really moved on.
I don want to stress you much, but things has to come this way, we need to speak, we have to divorce and speak Terms that works for both .
Nikitha: Don't think too much, pin whatever terms you want, i will agree and sign it.
Jay: “Fine. When you’re ready, let’s sign the papers.”
She agreed without argument.
A little later, Nikitha pushed herself up and leaned back against the headrest. She looked at him properly for the first time since waking. “You look new,” she said quietly. “I’m glad you took care of yourself before we going to your village.”
Jay’s expression remained steady. “We? No. Only I’m going. The moment I realised we may not work out, I knew it wasn’t advisable to take you there. You should continue with your Cochin plans with Tharun.”
He paused, then added firmly, “In precise, you are not coming to the village. Only I am going.”
Nikitha said nothing. The silence stretched between them.
Moments later, Jay continued, “Also, after the divorce, we’ll need to think about this house. Maybe we should sell it and split the share. It has your income invested in it too. I don’t think you saved enough to fight a legal case against your stepmother right now — that could stay pending for a long time. I don’t have enough cash to buy you out completely either. Besides, this place has become nothing but a memory of our togetherness. I don’t want either of us holding onto it without purpose or meaning. Let’s sell it.”
A single tear slipped down Nikitha’s cheek.
“What?” Jay asked gently.
She shrugged, wiping it away. “Nothing… just a little sentiment.”
“I understand,” he said softly.
He continued, “I’m doing pretty well now. My health has recovered. I don’t want you staying here just to take care of me. You can move on with your life. Physically move too… go to Tharun’s place. If I had another place ready, I would move out myself. But right now, you have an alternate place. Give up this space to me for a few days.”
Nikitha kept looking at his face, searching for something — anger, pain, hesitation — but found only quiet resolve. She finally nodded. “Tharun went to Mumbai today. Maybe I’ll stay here one more night and pack my things in the morning.”
Jay agreed without protest.
The rest of the day passed in heavy silence. Post noon, Nikitha cooked something light for both of them. By evening, she began packing her clothes and belongings with a heavy heart. Every corner of the house felt alive with memories — the furniture they had chosen together, the small decorative pieces, the kitchen where they had shared countless meals. Everything whispered what she was truly leaving behind. The weight of her choices settled deeper with every item she folded.
Night fell. They slept on the same bed, maintaining some distance at first. After a long silence, Nikitha finally spoke.
“Do you really ready to move on?”
Jay turned toward her. “Yes.”
“So you are not faking it?”
“I’m not faking it,” he replied honestly.
“But I won’t hide that it pains me. I’ll involve myself in things that bring me happiness and help me move forward.”
She shifted closer to him, her voice softening. “Can I ask you one thing?”
Jay looked at her. “What?”
“Shall I hug you… once? I just want to feel your warmth. After all these years of togetherness… just once. Maybe our farewell.”
She didn’t wait for his answer. Nikitha moved forward and hugged him tightly from behind, burying her face against his back. Silent sobs shook her body as tears flowed freely.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered brokenly.
“Allow me to sleep like this just tonight.
Tomorrow I promise I’ll leave without any baggage in my heart.
Let me cry my heart out now, please don't stop me and please don't think im trying to patch up between us.
Sorry for failing you.
I can see now… you are finally capable of moving on.”
Jay turned around.
Jay’s arms slowly came around her, holding her close. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth.
Later, she murmured against his chest, “I want you to adjust with me for a few more days. I would like to surprise you too… for your own good.” She paused, voice cracking. “All these days I have never said this, but I will tell you now — I truly loved you. And I realised you loved me too. But everything is done. Every line has been crossed. The fault is mine, i should have waited, gave you enough time, i rushed, and in process like you said i hurt many hearts. Now, with respect to our bonding, We have nothing left for ourselves. I’m sorry…”
You were right, everything goes well, looked good, when we were just friends, the moment we realise love, we destroyed ourself.
It pains me when i realized, we destroyed the beautiful thing build by ourself.
Nothing can be reversed, I'm moving on with hope, we can be good in our respective lives.
Im Sorry i messed up.
Jay hugged her tighter, his own tears flooding silently as he hid his face in the curve of her neck.
They fell asleep in that warm, bittersweet embrace.
The next morning, when Jay woke up, the bed was already empty beside him. Nikitha had left.
At 7:00 AM, in Tharun’s apartment, Tharun sat on the sofa, still staring at his phone. He wanted to call her but didn’t know how to begin. The last message from Mithra still glowed on the screen:
“Do you think I will leave your life just like that?”
Attached was a photo of Mithra standing happily with Tharun’s father and mother. The text below read:
“They agreed to our marriage. I didn’t respond to your messages earlier because I was working hard to get this. Their approval. I won’t allow you to move away from me. With love, Mithra.”
The doorbell rang.
Tharun sighed and walked to the door. When he opened it, Nikitha stood there with her luggage, eyes red and swollen.
Before Tharun could say a word, Nikitha stepped forward, crying, and collapsed into his chest, embracing him tightly as fresh tears soaked his shirt.
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