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Chapter 145 - The first crack
That night, Tharun was deep inside Nikitha, moving with familiar passion. Their bodies were joined, skin slick with sweat, but Nikitha felt nothing but emptiness. Every thrust reminded her of what she had read in the diary. The pleasure that once came so easily now felt like a betrayal. The guilt, the weight of stealing another woman’s man, pressed down on her chest until she could barely breathe.
Tharun leaned down and invaded her mouth with a deep kiss. She could feel him pulsing inside her, her own wetness mixed with his, as he prepared for a second round. But when he lifted his face, he froze.
Nikitha was crying.
Tears slipped silently down her temples and into her hair.
“What happened?” Tharun asked, concern replacing desire. He pulled back slightly, still inside her. “Nikitha… talk to me.”
She took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. “We are doing wrong, Tharun. We should not be together. Mithra is the one who deserves you. She has done so much… you coming to me was wrong.”
Tharun’s expression hardened. He slowly withdrew and sat up. “Did you meet her again?”
Nikitha shook her head. “No… but I went to her cabin at the hospital. I read her diary.”
She tried to explain — the scooter accident where Mithra risked her life and faced her worst trauma again, the secret meeting with his mother, the willingness to donate a kidney, all the hidden sacrifices. But Tharun cut her off, his voice firm.
“Past is past, Nikitha. Yes, she would have done a lot. I would have done a lot too. Who in this world doesn’t do something great for love? But love that doesn’t come at the right time is not worth it, no matter how many sacrifices were made.”
He looked at her intently. “Let me ask you something. Doesn’t Jay sacrifice a lot for you? He didn’t even love you properly at the beginning, yet he did so much. Why aren’t you moved enough to go back to him? Why didn’t you say you want to return to him? Answer me.”
Nikitha was stunned into silence.
Tharun continued, softer now. “Because you have emotionally moved out of that phase. You know Jay is a good man. He sacrificed. He loved you. Yet you moved on. The reason is the same as mine. We deserved more, and we chose each other. Let’s try to honor this.”
But Nikitha was adamant. “I want you to rethink and choose Mithra.”
Tharun let out a frustrated laugh, running his hand through his hair. “What are you going to do after leaving me to Mithra? You think you’re sacrificing now?” His voice cracked with pain. “Why do my ladies always wear the angel dress to prove something… but keep hurting me?”
Nikitha had no answer. The guilt only deepened.
From that night onward, she became distant. She had decided to go this way, as she feels, if she keeps Tharun physically invovled. He may not look beyond her. She stopped being intimate with him completely, giving random excuses — headaches, tiredness, work stress. Every time Tharun tried to get close, she gently pushed him away. She was creating space, hoping time and distance would make him realise Mithra’s true worth.
But Tharun grew fearful. He believed Mithra had influenced Nikitha too deeply. In quiet desperation, he made a secret decision.
One morning, while Nikitha was in the shower, he replaced her contraceptive pills with ordinary vitamin tablets. He told himself it was for their future — if she conceived, she wouldn’t be able to leave so easily. At the same time, he began secretly arranging their wedding for next month, speaking to his parents and booking a venue without telling her.
Nikitha, unaware of his moves, had her own plan.
She no longer wanted to simply leave. She wanted Tharun to hate her. Only then, she believed, would he run back to Mithra without guilt. She started planning cold, hurtful actions — things that would push him away permanently. In her heart, she convinced herself he would feel hurt for some time, but eventually he would understand Mithra’s selfless love and return to where he truly belonged.
The storm between them was only beginning.
That night, Tharun was deep inside Nikitha, moving with familiar passion. Their bodies were joined, skin slick with sweat, but Nikitha felt nothing but emptiness. Every thrust reminded her of what she had read in the diary. The pleasure that once came so easily now felt like a betrayal. The guilt, the weight of stealing another woman’s man, pressed down on her chest until she could barely breathe.
Tharun leaned down and invaded her mouth with a deep kiss. She could feel him pulsing inside her, her own wetness mixed with his, as he prepared for a second round. But when he lifted his face, he froze.
Nikitha was crying.
Tears slipped silently down her temples and into her hair.
“What happened?” Tharun asked, concern replacing desire. He pulled back slightly, still inside her. “Nikitha… talk to me.”
She took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. “We are doing wrong, Tharun. We should not be together. Mithra is the one who deserves you. She has done so much… you coming to me was wrong.”
Tharun’s expression hardened. He slowly withdrew and sat up. “Did you meet her again?”
Nikitha shook her head. “No… but I went to her cabin at the hospital. I read her diary.”
She tried to explain — the scooter accident where Mithra risked her life and faced her worst trauma again, the secret meeting with his mother, the willingness to donate a kidney, all the hidden sacrifices. But Tharun cut her off, his voice firm.
“Past is past, Nikitha. Yes, she would have done a lot. I would have done a lot too. Who in this world doesn’t do something great for love? But love that doesn’t come at the right time is not worth it, no matter how many sacrifices were made.”
He looked at her intently. “Let me ask you something. Doesn’t Jay sacrifice a lot for you? He didn’t even love you properly at the beginning, yet he did so much. Why aren’t you moved enough to go back to him? Why didn’t you say you want to return to him? Answer me.”
Nikitha was stunned into silence.
Tharun continued, softer now. “Because you have emotionally moved out of that phase. You know Jay is a good man. He sacrificed. He loved you. Yet you moved on. The reason is the same as mine. We deserved more, and we chose each other. Let’s try to honor this.”
But Nikitha was adamant. “I want you to rethink and choose Mithra.”
Tharun let out a frustrated laugh, running his hand through his hair. “What are you going to do after leaving me to Mithra? You think you’re sacrificing now?” His voice cracked with pain. “Why do my ladies always wear the angel dress to prove something… but keep hurting me?”
Nikitha had no answer. The guilt only deepened.
From that night onward, she became distant. She had decided to go this way, as she feels, if she keeps Tharun physically invovled. He may not look beyond her. She stopped being intimate with him completely, giving random excuses — headaches, tiredness, work stress. Every time Tharun tried to get close, she gently pushed him away. She was creating space, hoping time and distance would make him realise Mithra’s true worth.
But Tharun grew fearful. He believed Mithra had influenced Nikitha too deeply. In quiet desperation, he made a secret decision.
One morning, while Nikitha was in the shower, he replaced her contraceptive pills with ordinary vitamin tablets. He told himself it was for their future — if she conceived, she wouldn’t be able to leave so easily. At the same time, he began secretly arranging their wedding for next month, speaking to his parents and booking a venue without telling her.
Nikitha, unaware of his moves, had her own plan.
She no longer wanted to simply leave. She wanted Tharun to hate her. Only then, she believed, would he run back to Mithra without guilt. She started planning cold, hurtful actions — things that would push him away permanently. In her heart, she convinced herself he would feel hurt for some time, but eventually he would understand Mithra’s selfless love and return to where he truly belonged.
The storm between them was only beginning.
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