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Chapter 146 - Nikitha's move
The days that followed became exhausting and heavy. Nikitha threw herself into her mission with desperate determination. She was ready to do anything to make Tharun hate her — to push him so far away that he would finally return to Mithra, where he truly belonged.
She started with small, sharp attacks. She picked fights over the silliest things — the way he folded clothes, the food he ordered, even the volume of the television.
When Tharun tried to calm her down and asked gently, “Cant you consider words of man who you crazily love?” she looked him straight in the eyes and delivered the cruellest blow she could think of.
“I was never in love with you, Tharun,” she said coldly. “I chose you because I was hurt by Jay. You were just my rebound.”.
The words hung painfully in the air. She wanted him to remember Mithra — the woman who would have done anything for him, who had sacrificed her body, her future, and her peace just to protect him.
Later that same week, when Tharun excitedly spoke about their future — marriage plans and having children — Nikitha struck again.
“I don’t think I want children with you,” she said flatly. “And honestly… I’m not sure I can ever love you fully.”
No matter how harsh her words were, Tharun refused to lose his cool. He stayed composed, patient, and understanding. He gave her space, cooked her favourite meals, and told her he would wait until she “got over her anger.” His calmness only made it harder for Nikitha. Breaking him was proving far more difficult than she had imagined.
Frustrated and running out of options, she decided to use her final weapon — jealousy.
That evening, she casually mentioned that she decided to use the overseas trip tickets, to the UK (or USA) that had to be used within the next two weeks or it would expire. Tharun’s face lit up with hope after a gap of some strange silence.
“Let’s go together,” he said immediately. “It’ll be good for us.”
Nikitha shook her head, her voice laced with deliberate cruelty.
“I won this trip with Jay. It was on our checklist. I think I should go alone… or maybe even with him. We never got to use it properly.”
She watched his reaction closely, hoping this would finally break his patience and trigger the big fight she needed. She had no real intention of going on the trip. Her actual plan was to provoke a massive argument, use the anger as an excuse to pack her bags, and leave for a women’s hostel. Once she was gone, Tharun would have no choice but to confront his real feelings for Mithra.
Tharun stood silently for a long moment, his jaw tight. For the first time, real pain flashed across his face. But instead of shouting, he simply nodded and walked out of the room.
Nikitha sat on the bed, her heart aching.
She hated herself for every word she had spoken.
But in her mind, this was the only way to fix the damage she had caused.
She was ready to burn their relationship to the ground — if that was what it took to set Tharun free.
Seconds later...
Tharun returned to the bedroom. His face looked tired but determined.
“Father finally agreed,” he said quietly. “Mom is still reluctant, but she’ll come around. Looks like Mithra has really moved on.” He let out a deep breath. “Third week from now, we will get married in a simple ceremony. If you still want to go on that trip, plan it early.”
The news hit Nikitha like a shock. She had not prepared for this. While she was desperately trying to push him toward Mithra, Tharun’s father had given approval. The ground beneath her plan was suddenly shifting.
Tharun sat beside her on the bed and took her hand gently. “I know you feel bad for Mithra. But life doesn’t work that way, Nikitha. Don’t sacrifice yourself for the past. Mithra is a good woman. She will find her own happiness. Trust me… I can read you.”
Nikitha’s mind raced. She felt cornered. In her desperation to hurt him and create the final break, she uttered words she never thought she would say.
“I miss sex with Jay,” she said coldly, staring at the floor. “I want to go with him. Spend some nights together. I hope that’s okay with you.”
Tharun froze. The silence was deafening.
“What?” His voice came out low and dangerous. “What the hell did you just say?”
Nikitha kept her expression blank even though her heart was breaking. “You heard me. I miss being with someone who actually made me feel wanted. Not someone I settled for.”
Tharun shot up from the bed, anger flashing in his eyes. “Are you serious right now? After everything — after I chose you, after I fought for us — you want to go sleep with your ex? You’re telling me this to my face?”
“I’m just being honest,” she replied, her voice shaking slightly. “You keep talking about moving on, but I can’t. Maybe I never really did. Jay and I had something real. Physical. Emotional. Everything.”
Tharun’s face twisted with pain and rage. “So all this time I was just a replacement? A rebound you could use until you felt like going back to him? Say it clearly, Nikitha!”
“Yes!” she shouted, tears finally spilling. “Maybe that’s exactly what you were! At least Jay never made me feel like I was destroying someone else’s life!”
The argument exploded. Tharun’s voice rose as years of suppressed emotions came out. Nikitha kept pushing, saying harsher things than she intended, deliberately twisting the knife. After nearly an hour of shouting and tears, she started packing her bags.
“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, zipping her suitcase. “I’m leaving.”
Tharun tried to stop her. “Wait — we’ll figure this out. I’m sorry I got angry. Please don’t go.”
But Nikitha was resolute. She left the house that night and checked into a women’s hostel.
Tharun followed her in his car. When he reached the hostel gate, the security guard stopped him.
“She’s my fiancée,” Tharun said urgently. “Please let me speak to her.”
Before the guard could respond, Nikitha appeared at the entrance. Her eyes were red, but her voice was ice-cold.
“I don’t know him,” she told the security guard firmly. “He’s not my fiancé. Please ask him to leave.”
The guard immediately stepped forward. “Sir, you need to leave. This is a women’s hostel.”
Tharun stood there in complete shock, staring at Nikitha in disbelief. “Nikitha… what are you doing?”
She turned away without another word. The security dragged him out as the gate closed behind him.
Tharun stood outside in the darkness, helpless and broken, watching the woman he loved walk deeper into the hostel.
The days that followed became exhausting and heavy. Nikitha threw herself into her mission with desperate determination. She was ready to do anything to make Tharun hate her — to push him so far away that he would finally return to Mithra, where he truly belonged.
She started with small, sharp attacks. She picked fights over the silliest things — the way he folded clothes, the food he ordered, even the volume of the television.
When Tharun tried to calm her down and asked gently, “Cant you consider words of man who you crazily love?” she looked him straight in the eyes and delivered the cruellest blow she could think of.
“I was never in love with you, Tharun,” she said coldly. “I chose you because I was hurt by Jay. You were just my rebound.”.
The words hung painfully in the air. She wanted him to remember Mithra — the woman who would have done anything for him, who had sacrificed her body, her future, and her peace just to protect him.
Later that same week, when Tharun excitedly spoke about their future — marriage plans and having children — Nikitha struck again.
“I don’t think I want children with you,” she said flatly. “And honestly… I’m not sure I can ever love you fully.”
No matter how harsh her words were, Tharun refused to lose his cool. He stayed composed, patient, and understanding. He gave her space, cooked her favourite meals, and told her he would wait until she “got over her anger.” His calmness only made it harder for Nikitha. Breaking him was proving far more difficult than she had imagined.
Frustrated and running out of options, she decided to use her final weapon — jealousy.
That evening, she casually mentioned that she decided to use the overseas trip tickets, to the UK (or USA) that had to be used within the next two weeks or it would expire. Tharun’s face lit up with hope after a gap of some strange silence.
“Let’s go together,” he said immediately. “It’ll be good for us.”
Nikitha shook her head, her voice laced with deliberate cruelty.
“I won this trip with Jay. It was on our checklist. I think I should go alone… or maybe even with him. We never got to use it properly.”
She watched his reaction closely, hoping this would finally break his patience and trigger the big fight she needed. She had no real intention of going on the trip. Her actual plan was to provoke a massive argument, use the anger as an excuse to pack her bags, and leave for a women’s hostel. Once she was gone, Tharun would have no choice but to confront his real feelings for Mithra.
Tharun stood silently for a long moment, his jaw tight. For the first time, real pain flashed across his face. But instead of shouting, he simply nodded and walked out of the room.
Nikitha sat on the bed, her heart aching.
She hated herself for every word she had spoken.
But in her mind, this was the only way to fix the damage she had caused.
She was ready to burn their relationship to the ground — if that was what it took to set Tharun free.
Seconds later...
Tharun returned to the bedroom. His face looked tired but determined.
“Father finally agreed,” he said quietly. “Mom is still reluctant, but she’ll come around. Looks like Mithra has really moved on.” He let out a deep breath. “Third week from now, we will get married in a simple ceremony. If you still want to go on that trip, plan it early.”
The news hit Nikitha like a shock. She had not prepared for this. While she was desperately trying to push him toward Mithra, Tharun’s father had given approval. The ground beneath her plan was suddenly shifting.
Tharun sat beside her on the bed and took her hand gently. “I know you feel bad for Mithra. But life doesn’t work that way, Nikitha. Don’t sacrifice yourself for the past. Mithra is a good woman. She will find her own happiness. Trust me… I can read you.”
Nikitha’s mind raced. She felt cornered. In her desperation to hurt him and create the final break, she uttered words she never thought she would say.
“I miss sex with Jay,” she said coldly, staring at the floor. “I want to go with him. Spend some nights together. I hope that’s okay with you.”
Tharun froze. The silence was deafening.
“What?” His voice came out low and dangerous. “What the hell did you just say?”
Nikitha kept her expression blank even though her heart was breaking. “You heard me. I miss being with someone who actually made me feel wanted. Not someone I settled for.”
Tharun shot up from the bed, anger flashing in his eyes. “Are you serious right now? After everything — after I chose you, after I fought for us — you want to go sleep with your ex? You’re telling me this to my face?”
“I’m just being honest,” she replied, her voice shaking slightly. “You keep talking about moving on, but I can’t. Maybe I never really did. Jay and I had something real. Physical. Emotional. Everything.”
Tharun’s face twisted with pain and rage. “So all this time I was just a replacement? A rebound you could use until you felt like going back to him? Say it clearly, Nikitha!”
“Yes!” she shouted, tears finally spilling. “Maybe that’s exactly what you were! At least Jay never made me feel like I was destroying someone else’s life!”
The argument exploded. Tharun’s voice rose as years of suppressed emotions came out. Nikitha kept pushing, saying harsher things than she intended, deliberately twisting the knife. After nearly an hour of shouting and tears, she started packing her bags.
“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, zipping her suitcase. “I’m leaving.”
Tharun tried to stop her. “Wait — we’ll figure this out. I’m sorry I got angry. Please don’t go.”
But Nikitha was resolute. She left the house that night and checked into a women’s hostel.
Tharun followed her in his car. When he reached the hostel gate, the security guard stopped him.
“She’s my fiancée,” Tharun said urgently. “Please let me speak to her.”
Before the guard could respond, Nikitha appeared at the entrance. Her eyes were red, but her voice was ice-cold.
“I don’t know him,” she told the security guard firmly. “He’s not my fiancé. Please ask him to leave.”
The guard immediately stepped forward. “Sir, you need to leave. This is a women’s hostel.”
Tharun stood there in complete shock, staring at Nikitha in disbelief. “Nikitha… what are you doing?”
She turned away without another word. The security dragged him out as the gate closed behind him.
Tharun stood outside in the darkness, helpless and broken, watching the woman he loved walk deeper into the hostel.
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