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CHapter 138 - Only one heart at peace.
Nikitha’s fingers were still trembling, clutching the phone like a lifeline as Mithra’s name flashed accusingly on the screen. The ringtone cut through the silence of the courthouse corridor like a warning. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
Then another call sliced in—Tharun.
Without a second thought, she tapped to hold Mithra and switched lines. The decision felt electric, dangerous. Like stepping off a cliff and trusting the fall.
“Hey…” Tharun’s voice poured through the speaker, warm, deep, laced with barely contained hunger. “How did the judgment go?”
“It’s done,” Nikitha whispered, her voice shaky but relieved. “We’re officially divorced.”
A heavy, relieved exhale from his end sent a shiver racing down her spine. “Good. Finally. I have a surprise for you, baby. Come to me right now. I’m sending the location—don’t think, just come.”
Before she could catch her breath or ask questions, Tharun had already taken control. His messages buzzed in one after another—coordinates, flight details, a car waiting outside. Within hours, she found herself swept up in his whirlwind, boarding a flight to Mumbai with nothing but the clothes on her back and the divorce papers burning a hole in her bag.
The city lights blurred past as the car carried them to the familiar luxurious resort villa perched on the edge of the sea—the very place where everything had begun months ago. The same soft lighting, the same scent of salt air and jasmine. Nikitha’s pulse quickened as memories flooded back: stolen kisses, desperate touches, the first time he had claimed her against these very walls.
“Why here… of all places?” she asked as they stepped inside, her voice barely above a whisper. The door clicked shut behind them with finality.
Tharun turned to her slowly, his eyes dark with intent. He closed the distance in two strides, cupping her face in his large, warm hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “This is where I first made love to you, Nikitha. Where I knew you were meant to be mine. Now that you’re free from him… and I’ve cut every tie with Mithra and my family… we start fresh. Just you and me. No ghosts. No chains.”
The air between them thickened, charged like the moments before a storm. His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, tracing the curve of her neck, the rise of her breasts beneath her blouse. Nikitha felt exposed already, heat pooling low in her belly.
Tharun didn’t wait. He backed her against the cool wall with a gentle but insistent push, his body pressing into hers. His mouth crashed down on hers—deep, hungry, devouring. The kiss was possessive, tongues tangling, teeth grazing. His hands roamed greedily: sliding under her top, palms hot against her skin as he peeled the fabric upward and tossed it aside. With a practiced flick, her bra followed, freeing her full, heavy breasts. They spilled into his waiting hands.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he groaned, kneading them firmly, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. Nikitha mocked missed? you are always doing this.. He smirked and bent his head and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. Nikitha moaned, arching into him, her fingers threading through his hair.
His other hand worked lower, unbuttoning her pants and shoving them down along with her soaked panties. Cool air kissed her bare skin as his fingers brushed her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit with light strokes that made her hips buck.
“Tharun…” she gasped, desperate.
![[Image: tumblr_otewguRaUP1v99polo1_500.gif]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a804ca8b89922b9538e5b94433e1f07e/tumblr_otewguRaUP1v99polo1_500.gif)
She tugged at his shirt, buttons flying as she yanked it open. Her hands explored the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, then lower, freeing his thick, throbbing cock from his trousers. It sprang hot and heavy into her palm, veins pulsing under her touch. She stroked him firmly, earning a deep, guttural growl.
In one fluid motion, Tharun lifted her. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, her wet pussy grinding against the length of his shaft as he carried her to the massive king-sized bed. He laid her down like something precious yet breakable, then climbed over her, caging her body with his.
His cock rubbed teasingly along her dripping slit, the head nudging her entrance again and again, coating himself in her arousal. “I want you so fucking badly,” he growled against her lips. “Been dreaming of this every night.”
He pushed her thighs wide apart, spreading her open. Then, with agonizing slowness, he thrust forward—inch by thick inch—stretching her, filling her completely in one long, deep stroke. Nikitha cried out, back bowing off the bed, nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming: the burn, the fullness, the perfect pressure against that spot deep inside.
Tharun held still for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and burning. Between heavy breaths, he asked, “Who are you now?”
“Your lover…” she moaned, clenching around him.
He smiled, dark and satisfied, then began to move—slow, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive nerve. The pace built, each thrust deeper, harder. Skin slapped against skin. Her breasts bounced with every impact.
“Who is Jay?” he demanded, voice rough as he slammed in harder.
“My ex…” she gasped, pleasure bordering on pain as he hit that perfect angle.
Tharun’s grin turned feral. He hooked her legs higher, folding her nearly in half, pounding deeper. “Who is Tharun?”
“My husband…” Nikitha screamed as another wave of ecstasy crashed through her.
That word—husband—unleashed him. He pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand, the other gripping her hip as he fucked her with raw, relentless intensity. The bed creaked violently beneath them. Sweat slicked their bodies, making every slide of skin against skin obscene and delicious. He sucked marks into her neck, her breasts, claiming every inch while his cock drove into her again and again, grinding against her clit on every thrust.
“How many children do you want?” he rasped, voice strained with building release.
“As many as you wish…” she whimpered, lost in the haze.
“Two?” He fucked her faster, hips snapping.
“Two… I need,” she cried, tears of pleasure pricking her eyes.
“Three?” His thrusts turned punishing, cock swelling inside her, hitting every sweet spot.
“Let’s plan… three,” Nikitha sobbed, her walls fluttering wildly around him.
Tharun’s control shattered. He released her wrists, gripping her ass with both hands as he drove into her with wild, possessive strokes. “You’re mine now,” he growled, teeth sinking gently into her shoulder. “Only mine. Forever.”
![[Image: passionate-love-269-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/211974/passionate-love-269-scaled.webp)
The coil inside her snapped. Nikitha came hard, screaming his name, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock like a vice. The orgasm ripped through her in powerful waves, vision whitening at the edges.
With a deep, animalistic groan, Tharun buried himself to the hilt one final time. His cock pulsed violently as he spilled inside her—hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her depths, filling her until it leaked around his shaft. He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last drop, every last tremor.
They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling tangle, breathing ragged, bodies still joined. Tharun held her close, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips with surprising tenderness.
“This is our new beginning,” he whispered into her hair.
Their bodies remained tangled on the luxurious king-sized bed, skin slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Tharun’s chest rose and fell against hers, his cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with residual pulses. He hadn’t softened completely. Even after that soul-shattering first round, he was still rock-hard, thick, and ready.
He kissed her slowly, deeply, tongues dancing in a lazy rhythm as his hips gave a few lazy, possessive thrusts, stirring his cum deeper into her. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured against her lips, voice husky and dark with renewed hunger. “I want a second round, baby. Right now.”
Nikitha’s heart swelled with a rush of pure happiness. This was freedom. No guilt. No secrets. Just them. For the first time, she felt truly liberated—eager, shameless, ready to give herself completely. A seductive smile curved her lips as she nodded, her fingers tracing the hard muscles of his back.
“And this time…” Tharun’s eyes gleamed with wicked mischief, “let’s record a selfie video. I want to capture every moan, every bounce of your beautiful tits while I fuck you senseless. Something just for us.”
Heat flooded her cheeks and core at the filthy suggestion. She bit her lip, nodding without hesitation. “Yes… I want that too.”
Tharun reached for her phone on the nightstand, his muscular body flexing beautifully in the dim golden light. He propped it up against the headboard, angling the camera to capture them perfectly. The red recording light blinked on. Nikitha spread her legs wide in invitation, her glistening, cum-smeared pussy on full display. She pulled him closer by the neck, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him hungrily.
He positioned himself between her thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging her swollen entrance once more. “Look at the camera, baby,” he growled, voice dripping with lust. “Show the lens who you belong to now.”
Just as he began to push inside her—stretching her slowly, deliciously—the phone screen suddenly flared to life with an incoming call.
Dr. Mithra
The name flashed boldly across the recording, Truecaller boldly labeling it. The ringtone sliced through their heavy breathing like a blade.
Tharun froze mid-thrust, his cock halfway buried inside her. His entire body went rigid. The passionate fire in his eyes extinguished in an instant, replaced by something colder—shock, then raw tension. “How the fuck did she get your number?” he demanded, voice low and strained.
“I… I don’t know,” Nikitha whispered, equally stunned. But she called me in the evening aftercourt..
Tharun asked what did she say?
nothing you called immedaitely and i had to pick your call.. then she didnt call me.
Tharun inhaled deeply.
Her walls involuntarily clenched around his thickness, but the magic was already shattering.
The call kept ringing, insistent, menacing. Tharun’s expression darkened further. His cock, so gloriously hard moments ago, began to soften inside her. With a frustrated curse, he pulled out completely, leaving her aching and empty. He rolled off her and collapsed onto his back, staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched tight. The phone continued vibrating on the headboard until the call finally went to voicemail.
The luxurious villa suddenly felt colder. The ocean waves outside, once romantic, now sounded like a distant warning.
Nikitha’s heart twisted. She moved closer, crawling over to him and resting her head on his broad, hairy chest. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed warmly against his side, nipples still hard from arousal. She trailed gentle fingers over his abs, trying to soothe him. “What happened, Tharun? Talk to me…”
He stayed silent for a long, heavy moment, one arm eventually coming around her shoulders. When he finally spoke, his voice was tight. “Let’s not delay this anymore. We should get married soon. As soon as possible.”
Nikitha lifted her head, searching his face. What she saw there made her stomach drop—visible fear in his eyes. Not just unease, but something deeper, almost haunted. The strong, dominant man who had just fucked her into oblivion now looked vulnerable in a way that sent a chill through her.
She tried to lighten the mood, tracing a finger down his chest playfully, her voice turning sultry. “Every time you ask me for a second round, I’m finally ready now… fully ready. Shall we continue?” She reached down, wrapping her soft hand around his semi-hard cock, stroking him gently, hoping to bring him back.
But Tharun caught her wrist, stopping her. “Sorry…” he muttered. Then, suddenly, he pulled her up roughly into his arms, hugging her with desperate strength. His powerful arms crushed her against him, face buried in her neck as if afraid she might vanish. “I’m serious, Nikki. We should marry soon. I need you to be mine completely. Legally. Before anything else happens.”
Nikitha hugged him back just as tightly, her naked body molding to his. She could feel his heart hammering wildly against hers. The earlier ecstasy now felt tainted by this sudden shadow. Questions swirled in her mind like a storm: What hold did this woman still have over him? Why did one name turn her passionate lover into this fearful, urgent man?
She kissed his shoulder softly, but her thoughts raced. The timing felt too cruel, too deliberate. The villa that was supposed to be their sanctuary now echoed with unspoken threats.
Even on this night—the night that should have been their perfect new beginning—the shadow of the past refused to fade. It lingered in the silence between their heartbeats, in the unanswered call, and in the fear that had stolen the fire from Tharun’s eyes.
Nikitha closed her eyes, holding him tighter, but deep inside, a quiet dread began to bloom. Their fresh start was already being tested… and something told her the real storm was only just beginning.
Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away in Bangalore, a very different kind of intimacy was unfolding.
Jay’s bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Sharmi lay beneath him on the rumpled sheets, her naked body glistening, legs still parted from their previous round. Her breathing was heavy, cheeks flushed, as she traced lazy circles on his chest.
She looked up at him with vulnerable eyes, voice soft and hesitant. “Jay… when I finally get pregnant and have to part ways… will you miss me? Even a little?”
Jay’s expression hardened instantly. The question seemed to irritate him. Without a word, he grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back in one swift, dominant motion. He climbed on top of her, his muscular body pinning her down, cock already hardening again against her thigh.
“This is not your life, Sharmi,” he said coldly, voice low and cutting as he stared directly into her eyes. “You came here for a need. It’s done. Don’t get emotionally attached to me.”
![[Image: tumblr_p51o29Brjj1v99polo1_500.gif]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/567e58b1584091a0e5479df059a43e6a/tumblr_p51o29Brjj1v99polo1_500.gif)
Sharmi’s lips parted, hurt flashing across her face as she started to speak—“But I—”
Before she could finish, Jay gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his thick cock deep inside her slick, cum-filled pussy. Sharmi gasped sharply, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely.
![[Image: like-first-love-the-first-kiss-and-the-f...caled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/126784/like-first-love-the-first-kiss-and-the-first-fuck-can-never-be-forgotten-scaled.webp)
He didn’t give her any time to recover or respond. He started fucking her hard and relentlessly, hips slamming against hers with raw, mechanical intensity. The wet, obscene sound of his cock driving into her echoed in the room. Her breasts bounced violently with every brutal thrust.
“You’re here for one purpose,” Jay growled between heavy strokes, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other roughly kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple. “To carry a child for you and your husband. That’s it. Don’t complicate things with feelings.”
Sharmi moaned loudly despite herself, her body betraying her as pleasure mixed with the sting of his words. Her walls clenched tightly around his pounding shaft, still sensitive from before. Jay’s pace was merciless—deep, angry strokes that hit her cervix with every thrust, as if punishing her for daring to ask for more.
Sharmi could only whimper and nod, tears of mixed emotion pricking her eyes while her hips bucked up to meet his savage rhythm. Jay fucked her even harder, the bed creaking violently beneath them, chasing his own release with cold detachment.
Back in Mumbai, Nikitha hugged Tharun tighter, completely unaware of the parallel scene playing out in Bangalore. Yet the weight in the air felt similar—past entanglements refusing to die quietly. Tharun’s fear of Mithra, Jay’s cold transactional lust with Sharmi… threads of old lives were still pulling at both of them.
The hearts Nikitha played were restless, while its was not same for Nikitha, she was happy but every other are struggling.
Nikitha kissed Tharun’s chest softly, but her mind swirled with unanswered questions. Their new beginning was supposed to be clean, passionate, and free.
Instead, the ghosts of yesterday were closing in from every direction.
Nikitha’s fingers were still trembling, clutching the phone like a lifeline as Mithra’s name flashed accusingly on the screen. The ringtone cut through the silence of the courthouse corridor like a warning. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
Then another call sliced in—Tharun.
Without a second thought, she tapped to hold Mithra and switched lines. The decision felt electric, dangerous. Like stepping off a cliff and trusting the fall.
“Hey…” Tharun’s voice poured through the speaker, warm, deep, laced with barely contained hunger. “How did the judgment go?”
“It’s done,” Nikitha whispered, her voice shaky but relieved. “We’re officially divorced.”
A heavy, relieved exhale from his end sent a shiver racing down her spine. “Good. Finally. I have a surprise for you, baby. Come to me right now. I’m sending the location—don’t think, just come.”
Before she could catch her breath or ask questions, Tharun had already taken control. His messages buzzed in one after another—coordinates, flight details, a car waiting outside. Within hours, she found herself swept up in his whirlwind, boarding a flight to Mumbai with nothing but the clothes on her back and the divorce papers burning a hole in her bag.
The city lights blurred past as the car carried them to the familiar luxurious resort villa perched on the edge of the sea—the very place where everything had begun months ago. The same soft lighting, the same scent of salt air and jasmine. Nikitha’s pulse quickened as memories flooded back: stolen kisses, desperate touches, the first time he had claimed her against these very walls.
“Why here… of all places?” she asked as they stepped inside, her voice barely above a whisper. The door clicked shut behind them with finality.
Tharun turned to her slowly, his eyes dark with intent. He closed the distance in two strides, cupping her face in his large, warm hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “This is where I first made love to you, Nikitha. Where I knew you were meant to be mine. Now that you’re free from him… and I’ve cut every tie with Mithra and my family… we start fresh. Just you and me. No ghosts. No chains.”
The air between them thickened, charged like the moments before a storm. His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, tracing the curve of her neck, the rise of her breasts beneath her blouse. Nikitha felt exposed already, heat pooling low in her belly.
Tharun didn’t wait. He backed her against the cool wall with a gentle but insistent push, his body pressing into hers. His mouth crashed down on hers—deep, hungry, devouring. The kiss was possessive, tongues tangling, teeth grazing. His hands roamed greedily: sliding under her top, palms hot against her skin as he peeled the fabric upward and tossed it aside. With a practiced flick, her bra followed, freeing her full, heavy breasts. They spilled into his waiting hands.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he groaned, kneading them firmly, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. Nikitha mocked missed? you are always doing this.. He smirked and bent his head and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. Nikitha moaned, arching into him, her fingers threading through his hair.
His other hand worked lower, unbuttoning her pants and shoving them down along with her soaked panties. Cool air kissed her bare skin as his fingers brushed her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit with light strokes that made her hips buck.
“Tharun…” she gasped, desperate.
She tugged at his shirt, buttons flying as she yanked it open. Her hands explored the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, then lower, freeing his thick, throbbing cock from his trousers. It sprang hot and heavy into her palm, veins pulsing under her touch. She stroked him firmly, earning a deep, guttural growl.
In one fluid motion, Tharun lifted her. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, her wet pussy grinding against the length of his shaft as he carried her to the massive king-sized bed. He laid her down like something precious yet breakable, then climbed over her, caging her body with his.
His cock rubbed teasingly along her dripping slit, the head nudging her entrance again and again, coating himself in her arousal. “I want you so fucking badly,” he growled against her lips. “Been dreaming of this every night.”
He pushed her thighs wide apart, spreading her open. Then, with agonizing slowness, he thrust forward—inch by thick inch—stretching her, filling her completely in one long, deep stroke. Nikitha cried out, back bowing off the bed, nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming: the burn, the fullness, the perfect pressure against that spot deep inside.
Tharun held still for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and burning. Between heavy breaths, he asked, “Who are you now?”
“Your lover…” she moaned, clenching around him.
He smiled, dark and satisfied, then began to move—slow, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive nerve. The pace built, each thrust deeper, harder. Skin slapped against skin. Her breasts bounced with every impact.
“Who is Jay?” he demanded, voice rough as he slammed in harder.
“My ex…” she gasped, pleasure bordering on pain as he hit that perfect angle.
Tharun’s grin turned feral. He hooked her legs higher, folding her nearly in half, pounding deeper. “Who is Tharun?”
“My husband…” Nikitha screamed as another wave of ecstasy crashed through her.
That word—husband—unleashed him. He pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand, the other gripping her hip as he fucked her with raw, relentless intensity. The bed creaked violently beneath them. Sweat slicked their bodies, making every slide of skin against skin obscene and delicious. He sucked marks into her neck, her breasts, claiming every inch while his cock drove into her again and again, grinding against her clit on every thrust.
“How many children do you want?” he rasped, voice strained with building release.
“As many as you wish…” she whimpered, lost in the haze.
“Two?” He fucked her faster, hips snapping.
“Two… I need,” she cried, tears of pleasure pricking her eyes.
“Three?” His thrusts turned punishing, cock swelling inside her, hitting every sweet spot.
“Let’s plan… three,” Nikitha sobbed, her walls fluttering wildly around him.
Tharun’s control shattered. He released her wrists, gripping her ass with both hands as he drove into her with wild, possessive strokes. “You’re mine now,” he growled, teeth sinking gently into her shoulder. “Only mine. Forever.”
The coil inside her snapped. Nikitha came hard, screaming his name, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock like a vice. The orgasm ripped through her in powerful waves, vision whitening at the edges.
With a deep, animalistic groan, Tharun buried himself to the hilt one final time. His cock pulsed violently as he spilled inside her—hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her depths, filling her until it leaked around his shaft. He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last drop, every last tremor.
They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling tangle, breathing ragged, bodies still joined. Tharun held her close, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips with surprising tenderness.
“This is our new beginning,” he whispered into her hair.
Their bodies remained tangled on the luxurious king-sized bed, skin slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Tharun’s chest rose and fell against hers, his cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with residual pulses. He hadn’t softened completely. Even after that soul-shattering first round, he was still rock-hard, thick, and ready.
He kissed her slowly, deeply, tongues dancing in a lazy rhythm as his hips gave a few lazy, possessive thrusts, stirring his cum deeper into her. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured against her lips, voice husky and dark with renewed hunger. “I want a second round, baby. Right now.”
Nikitha’s heart swelled with a rush of pure happiness. This was freedom. No guilt. No secrets. Just them. For the first time, she felt truly liberated—eager, shameless, ready to give herself completely. A seductive smile curved her lips as she nodded, her fingers tracing the hard muscles of his back.
“And this time…” Tharun’s eyes gleamed with wicked mischief, “let’s record a selfie video. I want to capture every moan, every bounce of your beautiful tits while I fuck you senseless. Something just for us.”
Heat flooded her cheeks and core at the filthy suggestion. She bit her lip, nodding without hesitation. “Yes… I want that too.”
Tharun reached for her phone on the nightstand, his muscular body flexing beautifully in the dim golden light. He propped it up against the headboard, angling the camera to capture them perfectly. The red recording light blinked on. Nikitha spread her legs wide in invitation, her glistening, cum-smeared pussy on full display. She pulled him closer by the neck, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him hungrily.
He positioned himself between her thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging her swollen entrance once more. “Look at the camera, baby,” he growled, voice dripping with lust. “Show the lens who you belong to now.”
Just as he began to push inside her—stretching her slowly, deliciously—the phone screen suddenly flared to life with an incoming call.
Dr. Mithra
The name flashed boldly across the recording, Truecaller boldly labeling it. The ringtone sliced through their heavy breathing like a blade.
Tharun froze mid-thrust, his cock halfway buried inside her. His entire body went rigid. The passionate fire in his eyes extinguished in an instant, replaced by something colder—shock, then raw tension. “How the fuck did she get your number?” he demanded, voice low and strained.
“I… I don’t know,” Nikitha whispered, equally stunned. But she called me in the evening aftercourt..
Tharun asked what did she say?
nothing you called immedaitely and i had to pick your call.. then she didnt call me.
Tharun inhaled deeply.
Her walls involuntarily clenched around his thickness, but the magic was already shattering.
The call kept ringing, insistent, menacing. Tharun’s expression darkened further. His cock, so gloriously hard moments ago, began to soften inside her. With a frustrated curse, he pulled out completely, leaving her aching and empty. He rolled off her and collapsed onto his back, staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched tight. The phone continued vibrating on the headboard until the call finally went to voicemail.
The luxurious villa suddenly felt colder. The ocean waves outside, once romantic, now sounded like a distant warning.
Nikitha’s heart twisted. She moved closer, crawling over to him and resting her head on his broad, hairy chest. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed warmly against his side, nipples still hard from arousal. She trailed gentle fingers over his abs, trying to soothe him. “What happened, Tharun? Talk to me…”
He stayed silent for a long, heavy moment, one arm eventually coming around her shoulders. When he finally spoke, his voice was tight. “Let’s not delay this anymore. We should get married soon. As soon as possible.”
Nikitha lifted her head, searching his face. What she saw there made her stomach drop—visible fear in his eyes. Not just unease, but something deeper, almost haunted. The strong, dominant man who had just fucked her into oblivion now looked vulnerable in a way that sent a chill through her.
She tried to lighten the mood, tracing a finger down his chest playfully, her voice turning sultry. “Every time you ask me for a second round, I’m finally ready now… fully ready. Shall we continue?” She reached down, wrapping her soft hand around his semi-hard cock, stroking him gently, hoping to bring him back.
But Tharun caught her wrist, stopping her. “Sorry…” he muttered. Then, suddenly, he pulled her up roughly into his arms, hugging her with desperate strength. His powerful arms crushed her against him, face buried in her neck as if afraid she might vanish. “I’m serious, Nikki. We should marry soon. I need you to be mine completely. Legally. Before anything else happens.”
Nikitha hugged him back just as tightly, her naked body molding to his. She could feel his heart hammering wildly against hers. The earlier ecstasy now felt tainted by this sudden shadow. Questions swirled in her mind like a storm: What hold did this woman still have over him? Why did one name turn her passionate lover into this fearful, urgent man?
She kissed his shoulder softly, but her thoughts raced. The timing felt too cruel, too deliberate. The villa that was supposed to be their sanctuary now echoed with unspoken threats.
Even on this night—the night that should have been their perfect new beginning—the shadow of the past refused to fade. It lingered in the silence between their heartbeats, in the unanswered call, and in the fear that had stolen the fire from Tharun’s eyes.
Nikitha closed her eyes, holding him tighter, but deep inside, a quiet dread began to bloom. Their fresh start was already being tested… and something told her the real storm was only just beginning.
Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away in Bangalore, a very different kind of intimacy was unfolding.
Jay’s bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Sharmi lay beneath him on the rumpled sheets, her naked body glistening, legs still parted from their previous round. Her breathing was heavy, cheeks flushed, as she traced lazy circles on his chest.
She looked up at him with vulnerable eyes, voice soft and hesitant. “Jay… when I finally get pregnant and have to part ways… will you miss me? Even a little?”
Jay’s expression hardened instantly. The question seemed to irritate him. Without a word, he grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back in one swift, dominant motion. He climbed on top of her, his muscular body pinning her down, cock already hardening again against her thigh.
“This is not your life, Sharmi,” he said coldly, voice low and cutting as he stared directly into her eyes. “You came here for a need. It’s done. Don’t get emotionally attached to me.”
Sharmi’s lips parted, hurt flashing across her face as she started to speak—“But I—”
Before she could finish, Jay gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his thick cock deep inside her slick, cum-filled pussy. Sharmi gasped sharply, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely.
He didn’t give her any time to recover or respond. He started fucking her hard and relentlessly, hips slamming against hers with raw, mechanical intensity. The wet, obscene sound of his cock driving into her echoed in the room. Her breasts bounced violently with every brutal thrust.
“You’re here for one purpose,” Jay growled between heavy strokes, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other roughly kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple. “To carry a child for you and your husband. That’s it. Don’t complicate things with feelings.”
Sharmi moaned loudly despite herself, her body betraying her as pleasure mixed with the sting of his words. Her walls clenched tightly around his pounding shaft, still sensitive from before. Jay’s pace was merciless—deep, angry strokes that hit her cervix with every thrust, as if punishing her for daring to ask for more.
Sharmi could only whimper and nod, tears of mixed emotion pricking her eyes while her hips bucked up to meet his savage rhythm. Jay fucked her even harder, the bed creaking violently beneath them, chasing his own release with cold detachment.
Back in Mumbai, Nikitha hugged Tharun tighter, completely unaware of the parallel scene playing out in Bangalore. Yet the weight in the air felt similar—past entanglements refusing to die quietly. Tharun’s fear of Mithra, Jay’s cold transactional lust with Sharmi… threads of old lives were still pulling at both of them.
The hearts Nikitha played were restless, while its was not same for Nikitha, she was happy but every other are struggling.
Nikitha kissed Tharun’s chest softly, but her mind swirled with unanswered questions. Their new beginning was supposed to be clean, passionate, and free.
Instead, the ghosts of yesterday were closing in from every direction.
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