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Chapter 129 - Unclear Wind
Sharmi arrived at Jay’s house later that morning, carrying a small bag of fruits and some homemade food. The moment she stepped inside, an eerie calm greeted her. The house felt unusually quiet. She glanced toward the bedroom and saw Jay lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.
Curious, she looked around. The bed was neatly made, but many of Nikitha’s dresses were missing from the wardrobe. Her eyes then fell on the dining table — the divorce papers lay there, neatly signed by both of them. The finality hit her hard. Nikitha had truly moved on.
That was when Sharmi noticed the truth. Jay wasn’t sleeping. His eyes were tightly closed, but silent tears slipped down the sides of his face. He was quietly weeping, trying to hold himself together.
Sharmi’s heart twisted. She slowly moved back to the hall and sat at the table, her mind flooding with memories. She recalled how Jay had always supported her, guided her through tough times. She knew how sweet Jay and Nikitha had once been as a couple. Deep down, she believed Mumbai had changed everything — and that she herself was one of the main reasons. Her playful cupid games, her jealousy, and her interference had snowballed into this painful separation.
She was grateful that Jay had never shown disappointment or anger toward her, even though she felt partly responsible for their split. Her heart ached with guilt. Anger bubbled up when she thought of Nikitha happily starting a new life with Tharun, while Jay was the one left suffering alone.
Sharmi slapped her own cheek lightly, disgusted with herself. Why did I poke my nose into their lives?
She genuinely felt terrible. She remembered the charming, confident man the company saw — the one everyone thought was a womanizer, a playboy who casually slept with women like Anjali. In reality, he had been suffering silently through love, misunderstandings, and pain. She didn’t want to see Jay broken like this.
Taking full accountability for his suffering, Sharmi made a firm decision. If I was the reason for his fall, then I will bring him back. She wanted to see the old Jay again — the tough, charismatic playboy that women secretly craved. She knew she couldn’t change Nikitha, but she could try to heal the man she had helped break.
Sharmi stood at the doorway for a few seconds, her heart hammering in her chest. The weight of her guilt felt heavier than ever as she watched Jay lying there, eyes tightly shut, his face twisted in silent pain. He was trying so hard to digest Nikitha’s permanent absence, to hold back the storm inside him.
She took a deep breath, then stepped into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. Without saying a word, she began undressing. Her top slipped off, followed by her bra. Her full, bare breasts bounced gently with each movement.
Quietly, she climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. Jay didn’t react at first.
Then she crawled forward on all fours, slowly positioning herself over his body. Her soft, naked breasts pressed warmly against his face as she hovered above him, her nipples brushing lightly against his skin.
Jay’s eyes flew open in shock.
“You need this,” Sharmi whispered, her voice low, husky, and filled with determination. Her breath was warm against his ear. “You’ve been carrying too much pain alone. Let it out on me.”
She lowered herself a little more, deliberately pressing her bare chest firmer against his face, offering herself completely. Her body trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the heavy mix of guilt, desire, and the desperate need to heal the man she believed she had helped break.
Meanwhile at Tharun’s apartment
Nikitha was sobbing uncontrollably in Tharun’s arms. He held her tightly, stroking her back, careful not to say anything that might hurt her further. He decided to keep quiet about Mithra and the complications for now — at least until she calmed down.
Tharun cooked a simple breakfast for both of them and gently made her eat. “We will go through this together,” he assured her softly.
But inside, he felt no real happiness. Nikitha had signed the divorce and moved in with him, trusting that he would take care of her. The situation had become incredibly messy. First Mithra, and now Mithra had secured his parents’ approval for marriage. He had to balance everyone’s expectations, and Nikitha had arrived at the worst possible time.
No matter what, he thought, burying the truth for the moment, she is mine now. I will find a way.
Back at Jay’s house
Jay’s eyes flew open in shock.
“You need this,” Sharmi whispered, her voice low, husky, and filled with determination. Her breath was warm against his ear. “You’ve been carrying too much pain alone. Let it out on me.”
She lowered herself a little more, deliberately pressing her bare chest firmer against his face, offering herself completely. Her body trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the heavy mix of guilt, desire, and the desperate need to heal the man she believed she had helped break.
Jay’s eyes widened. He immediately pushed her away gently but firmly. “Sharmi, what are you doing?”
He looked at her gorgeous, naked body. Months ago, or even a few weeks back, the situation might have ended very differently. But today, he was in no mood — and morally, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Sharmi sat back on her heels, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of guilt, determination, and raw emotion.
“Jay… I’m the reason for all your sufferings,” she said, her voice cracking. “If I had not interfered, you and Nikitha would have found a way back. I have messed up everything. When she is out there fucking with her new lover, I don’t want you to suffer alone. I was the reason. So vent it on me. Sexually. Take me the way you want. Use me. Punish me if you need to. I can take it.”
She moved closer again, her voice turning softer but urgent.
“Allow me to bring you back. I want to see the tough man again — the one people may speak badly about behind your back, but who many women secretly had a crush on. Especially for your ruggedness, your confidence, that magnetic charm. Some women have always wanted to be near you, to feel that power. I want to bring that charmer back. Not this broken version of you. I feel responsible. I need to fix it.”
Jay stared at her for a long, heavy moment. The silence in the room was thick. He searched her face, seeing genuine remorse mixed with desire. Finally, he let out a deep sigh.
“Okay… come.”
Sharmi’s breath hitched. She moved nervously toward him, her heart pounding. Jay stood briefly, removed his trousers, and pushed her down onto her back with controlled strength. Her full, soft breasts shook enticingly with the motion, the sight incredibly alluring under the morning light filtering into the room.
He positioned himself between her spread legs, his hard cock pressing right against her warm entrance, teasing but not entering yet. He bent over her, his strong body hovering above hers, looking directly into her eyes with an intensity that made her shiver.
Before he took her, he paused, his voice low and serious.
“Before I do this… I want you to decide on something…”
Sharmi looked up at his face, her cheeks flushed, breathing shallow. She was unsure and slightly nervous about what he was about to ask, her body already trembling with anticipation and guilt beneath him.
Sharmi arrived at Jay’s house later that morning, carrying a small bag of fruits and some homemade food. The moment she stepped inside, an eerie calm greeted her. The house felt unusually quiet. She glanced toward the bedroom and saw Jay lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.
Curious, she looked around. The bed was neatly made, but many of Nikitha’s dresses were missing from the wardrobe. Her eyes then fell on the dining table — the divorce papers lay there, neatly signed by both of them. The finality hit her hard. Nikitha had truly moved on.
That was when Sharmi noticed the truth. Jay wasn’t sleeping. His eyes were tightly closed, but silent tears slipped down the sides of his face. He was quietly weeping, trying to hold himself together.
Sharmi’s heart twisted. She slowly moved back to the hall and sat at the table, her mind flooding with memories. She recalled how Jay had always supported her, guided her through tough times. She knew how sweet Jay and Nikitha had once been as a couple. Deep down, she believed Mumbai had changed everything — and that she herself was one of the main reasons. Her playful cupid games, her jealousy, and her interference had snowballed into this painful separation.
She was grateful that Jay had never shown disappointment or anger toward her, even though she felt partly responsible for their split. Her heart ached with guilt. Anger bubbled up when she thought of Nikitha happily starting a new life with Tharun, while Jay was the one left suffering alone.
Sharmi slapped her own cheek lightly, disgusted with herself. Why did I poke my nose into their lives?
She genuinely felt terrible. She remembered the charming, confident man the company saw — the one everyone thought was a womanizer, a playboy who casually slept with women like Anjali. In reality, he had been suffering silently through love, misunderstandings, and pain. She didn’t want to see Jay broken like this.
Taking full accountability for his suffering, Sharmi made a firm decision. If I was the reason for his fall, then I will bring him back. She wanted to see the old Jay again — the tough, charismatic playboy that women secretly craved. She knew she couldn’t change Nikitha, but she could try to heal the man she had helped break.
Sharmi stood at the doorway for a few seconds, her heart hammering in her chest. The weight of her guilt felt heavier than ever as she watched Jay lying there, eyes tightly shut, his face twisted in silent pain. He was trying so hard to digest Nikitha’s permanent absence, to hold back the storm inside him.
She took a deep breath, then stepped into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. Without saying a word, she began undressing. Her top slipped off, followed by her bra. Her full, bare breasts bounced gently with each movement.
Quietly, she climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. Jay didn’t react at first.
Then she crawled forward on all fours, slowly positioning herself over his body. Her soft, naked breasts pressed warmly against his face as she hovered above him, her nipples brushing lightly against his skin.
Jay’s eyes flew open in shock.
“You need this,” Sharmi whispered, her voice low, husky, and filled with determination. Her breath was warm against his ear. “You’ve been carrying too much pain alone. Let it out on me.”
She lowered herself a little more, deliberately pressing her bare chest firmer against his face, offering herself completely. Her body trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the heavy mix of guilt, desire, and the desperate need to heal the man she believed she had helped break.
Meanwhile at Tharun’s apartment
Nikitha was sobbing uncontrollably in Tharun’s arms. He held her tightly, stroking her back, careful not to say anything that might hurt her further. He decided to keep quiet about Mithra and the complications for now — at least until she calmed down.
Tharun cooked a simple breakfast for both of them and gently made her eat. “We will go through this together,” he assured her softly.
But inside, he felt no real happiness. Nikitha had signed the divorce and moved in with him, trusting that he would take care of her. The situation had become incredibly messy. First Mithra, and now Mithra had secured his parents’ approval for marriage. He had to balance everyone’s expectations, and Nikitha had arrived at the worst possible time.
No matter what, he thought, burying the truth for the moment, she is mine now. I will find a way.
Back at Jay’s house
Jay’s eyes flew open in shock.
“You need this,” Sharmi whispered, her voice low, husky, and filled with determination. Her breath was warm against his ear. “You’ve been carrying too much pain alone. Let it out on me.”
She lowered herself a little more, deliberately pressing her bare chest firmer against his face, offering herself completely. Her body trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the heavy mix of guilt, desire, and the desperate need to heal the man she believed she had helped break.
Jay’s eyes widened. He immediately pushed her away gently but firmly. “Sharmi, what are you doing?”
He looked at her gorgeous, naked body. Months ago, or even a few weeks back, the situation might have ended very differently. But today, he was in no mood — and morally, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Sharmi sat back on her heels, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of guilt, determination, and raw emotion.
“Jay… I’m the reason for all your sufferings,” she said, her voice cracking. “If I had not interfered, you and Nikitha would have found a way back. I have messed up everything. When she is out there fucking with her new lover, I don’t want you to suffer alone. I was the reason. So vent it on me. Sexually. Take me the way you want. Use me. Punish me if you need to. I can take it.”
She moved closer again, her voice turning softer but urgent.
“Allow me to bring you back. I want to see the tough man again — the one people may speak badly about behind your back, but who many women secretly had a crush on. Especially for your ruggedness, your confidence, that magnetic charm. Some women have always wanted to be near you, to feel that power. I want to bring that charmer back. Not this broken version of you. I feel responsible. I need to fix it.”
Jay stared at her for a long, heavy moment. The silence in the room was thick. He searched her face, seeing genuine remorse mixed with desire. Finally, he let out a deep sigh.
“Okay… come.”
Sharmi’s breath hitched. She moved nervously toward him, her heart pounding. Jay stood briefly, removed his trousers, and pushed her down onto her back with controlled strength. Her full, soft breasts shook enticingly with the motion, the sight incredibly alluring under the morning light filtering into the room.
He positioned himself between her spread legs, his hard cock pressing right against her warm entrance, teasing but not entering yet. He bent over her, his strong body hovering above hers, looking directly into her eyes with an intensity that made her shiver.
Before he took her, he paused, his voice low and serious.
“Before I do this… I want you to decide on something…”
Sharmi looked up at his face, her cheeks flushed, breathing shallow. She was unsure and slightly nervous about what he was about to ask, her body already trembling with anticipation and guilt beneath him.
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