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Chapter 147 - Jay's Acceptance.
The drama did not last long.
The very next day at the office, Nikitha had barely stepped out of the elevator when Tharun appeared. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his private cabin, locking the door behind them.
Before she could protest, he pulled her close and kissed her hard — forceful, desperate, and filled with days of suppressed emotions. When he finally pulled back, he saw fresh tears in her eyes.
“You’re just acting,” he said, breathing heavily. “If you were really done with me, you would have gone straight to Jay’s house, not some hostel. You still have me in your mind… in your heart. Maybe I wasn’t there fully before, but now you’ve let me in. That’s the truth. Otherwise, you would have run to him already.”
Nikitha’s heart pounded. She realised her plan was cracking. Tharun was seeing through her too clearly. If she didn’t act fast, her entire game would lose strength and become pointless.
She wiped her tears and steadied her voice. “I just didn’t have an open talk with Jay yet. I’m visiting his home today. That’s not my home, but… I want to enjoy this trip with him. I’m not leaving you permanently.”
Tharun stared at her, his jaw clenched. He controlled his anger, but his words dripped with mockery. “Keep telling yourself that. You can’t act forever, Nikitha.”
He waited until office hours ended. As evening approached, he stood by his car, expecting her to eventually come to him.
But to his shock, Nikitha walked straight toward Jay’s car in the parking lot.
Jay, who was about to drive off, looked surprised. “Nikitha? What are you doing here?”
She spoke clearly enough for Tharun to hear. “Jay, I need to speak with you. Let’s go home… sorry, your home.”
Jay glanced around, noticing Tharun watching from a distance. He sensed something was deeply wrong. “Nikitha, everything is over between us. There’s nothing to talk about except office matters.”
Nikitha had expected this reply. She knew only one thing would make Jay listen.
Her voice dropped, trembling with fake vulnerability. “I’m in trouble, Jay. I need your help. Please… save me.”
The words hit Jay like a switch. His protective instincts kicked in immediately. Without thinking twice, he unlocked the passenger door.
“Come, sit.”
Nikitha got into the car. As the engine started and Jay’s car began moving, Tharun slammed his fist hard on his steering wheel. The horn blared loudly in the quiet parking lot.
He sat there, breathing heavily, watching the Jay's car take away the woman he loved — heading toward the house that was once Nikitha’s home too.
Nikitha sat in Jay’s living room — the same room that once felt like home. Jay handed her a glass of water and sat across from her, looking both confused and slightly amused.
“Alright, spill it. What kind of trouble are you in that you had to dramatically jump into my car and say ‘save me’ like a Bollywood heroine?”
Nikitha took a deep breath and launched into the entire story — from meeting Mithra, reading her diary, discovering the selfless sacrifices, to her guilt, and her master plan to make Tharun hate her so he would return to Mithra.
Jay listened with widening eyes. When she finished, he leaned back on the sofa and let out a long whistle.
“So… let me get this straight,” he said, trying hard not to laugh. “You want to sacrifice your relationship with Tharun because you read a diary and decided you’re the villain in someone else’s love story?”
Nikitha nodded earnestly.
Jay rubbed his face. “Three important findings from a diary and suddenly you’re on a mission to destroy your own life? Tharun seemed sincere, Nikitha. You’re overthinking this. Don’t spoil the life ahead of you.”
“But I am the villain!” she insisted. “I need your help, Jay. I don’t want you to actually marry me or anything. I just need you to act. Come with me on that UK trip. Pretend we’re together. Help me make Tharun hate me properly.”
Jay stared at her for a few seconds… then burst out laughing.
“Wait — once you wanted to espcae a marriage and you want me to act like your lover and made me marry you. Now you want me to act like I’m running away with you to break another man’s heart?” He clutched his stomach, still chuckling. “Do I look like a side character in a drama serial? First husband, now fake lover. My career graph is wild and are you some heart breaking specialist? breaking every men's heart?!”
Nikitha groaned. “Jay, please. This is serious!”
“Oh, it’s very serious,” he said, still grinning. “Tomorrow we are flying, you said? Just like that? Madam, I have meetings. I have a job. I can’t just pack my bags and become your co-star in ‘Operation Make Tharun Hate Me’.”
“Please,” she begged, eyes wide and sincere. “I only trust you for this. I won’t ask for anything else. Just act like we’re going on a romantic trip. Post a story or two. That’s all.”
Jay looked at her for a long moment. The playful smile slowly faded. Something in her desperate eyes reminded him of their complicated past — the long journey they had travelled together. Despite everything, she still trusted him this much.
He sighed dramatically. “Fine. I’ll help you. God knows why I’m agreeing to this nonsense.”
Nikitha’s face lit up. “Really?!”
“Yes, really. But I have conditions,” he said, pointing a finger. “One — I’m not pretending to make out with you in front of him. Two — you’re paying for my shopping in UK. Three — if Tharun beats me up, you’re writing my hospital report.”
Nikitha laughed despite herself. “Deal.”
He wont come, he cannot trace my plans, we will just fly UK, take some selfies post it on insta, then i will share a picture of us to him on whatsapp, thats it. We can just roam there and enjoy the holidays?!
Jay shook his head, smiling. “Tomorrow we are flying. Unbelievable. I woke up this morning thinking it was a normal day. Now I’m suddenly your fake boyfriend on a mission to ruin your current relationship. My life has become a comedy show.”
He got up and stretched. “Pack your bags, Drama Queen. We leave tomorrow.”
As Nikitha watched him walk toward the kitchen, Nikitha felt a strange, familiar comfort she hadn’t experienced with Tharun. Tharun had given her everything — physical affection, emotional support, stability — yet she always felt like she was performing, like she wasn’t fully herself in his space. But with Jay, even after all the heartbreak and distance, they immediately clicked back into rhythm. They felt like old soldiers, natural allies who understood each other without needing long explanations.
Her plan was moving forward.
But with Jay as her co-conspirator, she had a feeling things were about to become far more complicated — and unexpectedly entertaining.
The drama did not last long.
The very next day at the office, Nikitha had barely stepped out of the elevator when Tharun appeared. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his private cabin, locking the door behind them.
Before she could protest, he pulled her close and kissed her hard — forceful, desperate, and filled with days of suppressed emotions. When he finally pulled back, he saw fresh tears in her eyes.
“You’re just acting,” he said, breathing heavily. “If you were really done with me, you would have gone straight to Jay’s house, not some hostel. You still have me in your mind… in your heart. Maybe I wasn’t there fully before, but now you’ve let me in. That’s the truth. Otherwise, you would have run to him already.”
Nikitha’s heart pounded. She realised her plan was cracking. Tharun was seeing through her too clearly. If she didn’t act fast, her entire game would lose strength and become pointless.
She wiped her tears and steadied her voice. “I just didn’t have an open talk with Jay yet. I’m visiting his home today. That’s not my home, but… I want to enjoy this trip with him. I’m not leaving you permanently.”
Tharun stared at her, his jaw clenched. He controlled his anger, but his words dripped with mockery. “Keep telling yourself that. You can’t act forever, Nikitha.”
He waited until office hours ended. As evening approached, he stood by his car, expecting her to eventually come to him.
But to his shock, Nikitha walked straight toward Jay’s car in the parking lot.
Jay, who was about to drive off, looked surprised. “Nikitha? What are you doing here?”
She spoke clearly enough for Tharun to hear. “Jay, I need to speak with you. Let’s go home… sorry, your home.”
Jay glanced around, noticing Tharun watching from a distance. He sensed something was deeply wrong. “Nikitha, everything is over between us. There’s nothing to talk about except office matters.”
Nikitha had expected this reply. She knew only one thing would make Jay listen.
Her voice dropped, trembling with fake vulnerability. “I’m in trouble, Jay. I need your help. Please… save me.”
The words hit Jay like a switch. His protective instincts kicked in immediately. Without thinking twice, he unlocked the passenger door.
“Come, sit.”
Nikitha got into the car. As the engine started and Jay’s car began moving, Tharun slammed his fist hard on his steering wheel. The horn blared loudly in the quiet parking lot.
He sat there, breathing heavily, watching the Jay's car take away the woman he loved — heading toward the house that was once Nikitha’s home too.
Nikitha sat in Jay’s living room — the same room that once felt like home. Jay handed her a glass of water and sat across from her, looking both confused and slightly amused.
“Alright, spill it. What kind of trouble are you in that you had to dramatically jump into my car and say ‘save me’ like a Bollywood heroine?”
Nikitha took a deep breath and launched into the entire story — from meeting Mithra, reading her diary, discovering the selfless sacrifices, to her guilt, and her master plan to make Tharun hate her so he would return to Mithra.
Jay listened with widening eyes. When she finished, he leaned back on the sofa and let out a long whistle.
“So… let me get this straight,” he said, trying hard not to laugh. “You want to sacrifice your relationship with Tharun because you read a diary and decided you’re the villain in someone else’s love story?”
Nikitha nodded earnestly.
Jay rubbed his face. “Three important findings from a diary and suddenly you’re on a mission to destroy your own life? Tharun seemed sincere, Nikitha. You’re overthinking this. Don’t spoil the life ahead of you.”
“But I am the villain!” she insisted. “I need your help, Jay. I don’t want you to actually marry me or anything. I just need you to act. Come with me on that UK trip. Pretend we’re together. Help me make Tharun hate me properly.”
Jay stared at her for a few seconds… then burst out laughing.
“Wait — once you wanted to espcae a marriage and you want me to act like your lover and made me marry you. Now you want me to act like I’m running away with you to break another man’s heart?” He clutched his stomach, still chuckling. “Do I look like a side character in a drama serial? First husband, now fake lover. My career graph is wild and are you some heart breaking specialist? breaking every men's heart?!”
Nikitha groaned. “Jay, please. This is serious!”
“Oh, it’s very serious,” he said, still grinning. “Tomorrow we are flying, you said? Just like that? Madam, I have meetings. I have a job. I can’t just pack my bags and become your co-star in ‘Operation Make Tharun Hate Me’.”
“Please,” she begged, eyes wide and sincere. “I only trust you for this. I won’t ask for anything else. Just act like we’re going on a romantic trip. Post a story or two. That’s all.”
Jay looked at her for a long moment. The playful smile slowly faded. Something in her desperate eyes reminded him of their complicated past — the long journey they had travelled together. Despite everything, she still trusted him this much.
He sighed dramatically. “Fine. I’ll help you. God knows why I’m agreeing to this nonsense.”
Nikitha’s face lit up. “Really?!”
“Yes, really. But I have conditions,” he said, pointing a finger. “One — I’m not pretending to make out with you in front of him. Two — you’re paying for my shopping in UK. Three — if Tharun beats me up, you’re writing my hospital report.”
Nikitha laughed despite herself. “Deal.”
He wont come, he cannot trace my plans, we will just fly UK, take some selfies post it on insta, then i will share a picture of us to him on whatsapp, thats it. We can just roam there and enjoy the holidays?!
Jay shook his head, smiling. “Tomorrow we are flying. Unbelievable. I woke up this morning thinking it was a normal day. Now I’m suddenly your fake boyfriend on a mission to ruin your current relationship. My life has become a comedy show.”
He got up and stretched. “Pack your bags, Drama Queen. We leave tomorrow.”
As Nikitha watched him walk toward the kitchen, Nikitha felt a strange, familiar comfort she hadn’t experienced with Tharun. Tharun had given her everything — physical affection, emotional support, stability — yet she always felt like she was performing, like she wasn’t fully herself in his space. But with Jay, even after all the heartbreak and distance, they immediately clicked back into rhythm. They felt like old soldiers, natural allies who understood each other without needing long explanations.
Her plan was moving forward.
But with Jay as her co-conspirator, she had a feeling things were about to become far more complicated — and unexpectedly entertaining.
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