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Chapter 149 : Shattered Illusions
Nikitha’s heart hammered against her ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The knocking on the hotel door echoed through the room—sharp, insistent, unrelenting. Tharun had found her. Somehow. The panic clawed up her throat, making her breath come in shallow gasps. She glanced at Jay, who lounged against the headboard with that maddening calm, his eyes dark and watchful, waiting for her next move.
“I… I don’t know how he tracked me,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Jay, what do we—”
Jay’s gaze didn’t waver. “What’s next? I can’t act like we’re making out. That’s too obvious.”
Nikitha swallowed hard. She rose from the bed, the silky nightie clinging to her curves, the thin fabric whispering against her thighs. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and the low neckline revealed the soft swell of her breasts with every shaky breath. “No. We just say we had sex. No need to show anything.”
Jay stood slowly, his movements deliberate. “Slow down. What exactly are we going to do, dont surprise me?”
“Nothing,” she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction. “Let’s pretend we had sex. I’ll open the door, have a quick conversation, tell him it’s over, and ask him to leave.”
Jay’s fingers found the hem of his shirt. In one fluid motion, he pulled it over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his abdomen that caught the dim lamplight. His skin was warm, familiar—dangerously so. Nikitha’s eyes traced the lines of muscle before she caught herself. “Don’t overdo it,” she warned softly. “Just… leave it at this. I’ll handle the door.”
He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating toward her. “Why not let him see us semi-naked? Let him really believe we fucked.”
She stepped back until the edge of the bed pressed against her legs. “No,” she breathed, voice low and urgent. “It would be too harsh on Tharun. I’ll just tell him verbally. That we had sex. No visual tease.”
Jay’s stressed that “It would be more effective, Nikki. Visual proof.”
She turned to face him fully, her back now to the door. In the low light, her nightie had slipped slightly off one shoulder, exposing smooth, flushed skin. She placed a hand on his bare chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm—strong, alive, pulling at every unresolved emotion between them. “Will you be able to handle seeing your woman having sex right in front of your eyes with someone? This isn’t punishment or cruelty, Jay. I just want him to register me as… unreliable. Someone who can’t be trusted as a partner anymore.”
Just letting him know is enough.
Jay searched her face, his hand covering hers on his chest.
“I get it. But if he witnessed it… he’d breakup with you instantly, wouldn’t he?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “It would shatter the relationship in a second. But more than that… it leaves a trauma. A sense of defeat that lingers. When the person you love sees you like that—raw, intimate, given to someone else—they never fully get back on their feet. Don’t you know that?”
See “We were married once. Imagine if I had openly had sex in front of you. Do you think you’d be standing here the same way now like a friend? Highly impossible, you would despise for rest of your life, it would leave a trauma in you, you wont have a strength to move on?”
Jay’s jaw tightened.
He said, quietly, painfully: “I had seen. And I’m still here.”
The words hit her like a physical blow.
She didnt expected it, for a second it looked like she did some grave mistake, she could not get herself up for a second.
Nikitha’s face crumpled.
Suddenly, Sharmi’s voice echoed in her mind, cruelly clear: He stayed calm. He looked out for you even after everything. He loved you even when he witnessed things he should never have seen. After every heartbreak.
She looked at him unbelievably, Jay said.. i saw you having sex with him.. with my own eyes, yet i stand here for you..
Nikitha was broken, she struggled yet asked.. why?....
Jay said because i think i still love you.. i still treasure you...
Reality crashed over her. She staggered, her legs suddenly weak. Tears flooded her eyes, spilling hot and fast down her cheeks. “Jay…” A sob tore from her throat. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” She covered her face with both hands, shoulders shaking as the weight of everything she had done—of every choice that had wounded him—poured out.
Jay hesitated only a second before pulling her into his arms. His bare chest was warm, solid, the scent of him enveloping her like a memory she could never escape. She melted against him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her tear-streaked face into the crook of his neck. “I didn’t know,” she wept. “I would have been careless… I never intended to hurt you. Not like that. Never at any instance. I’m sorry, Jay. I’m so, so sorry.”
He rubbed slow, soothing circles on her back, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine through the thin nightie. “Shh… See, Tharun is outside. We can talk about our story later.”
She shook her head fiercely against his chest, her tears wetting his skin. The knocking continued—Tharun’s voice growing louder, angrier. I’m here, Nikitha! You can’t fool me with your stupid acts! Hotel staff voices joined the fray outside, trying to calm him.
After several long minutes, her sobs quieted into shaky breaths. Jay murmured, “ More Staff are approaching, i could hear footsteps... Tharun might leave. Let’s open the door and do the act.”
But Nikitha shook her head again. Something had shifted inside her—raw, desperate, inevitable. She lifted her gaze to his, eyes still glistening. “Fuck me.”
Jay froze, searching her face. “What?”
“You said you can’t say no to me.” Her voice was husky, trembling with emotion and need. She rose onto her toes, one hand sliding up his chest to cup the back of his neck. Their lips met—soft at first, then deepening with years of pent-up longing, regret, and love that refused to die. The kiss was slow, sensual, her body pressing flush against his. Her breasts molded against his chest through the silk, nipples hardening as heat pooled low in her belly. Jay’s hands roamed her back, sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her closer until she could feel his growing arousal against her.
Outside, the commotion peaked. Tharun had shown the staff a photo, claiming Nikitha was his fiancée. He crouched low, peering desperately through the keyhole.
What he saw destroyed him.
Through the small opening, he caught the unmistakable sight: Nikitha in that revealing nightie, body arched into Jay’s shirtless frame, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss that spoke of far more than pretense. Jay’s hands were on her, possessive and tender. It wasn’t an act. It was real.
Tharun’s legs gave out. He collapsed to the floor, the world tilting violently. Pain—sharp, visceral—ripped through him. He sat there for minutes, numb, unable to process the image burned into his mind. Eventually, staff helped him up, but he barely registered them. He had booked another room in the same hotel. He wasn’t leaving this country without answers. Without her.
Inside the room, Nikitha pulled back just enough to whisper against Jay’s lips, her breath warm and ragged, “I want you to take me Now.” Her hands trembled as they explored his chest, tracing every ridge and scar she remembered. The emotional flood had cracked her open, leaving only desire and the aching need to reconnect—with the man who had seen her at her worst and still held her.
Jay’s response was a low groan, his mouth claiming hers again with deeper hunger. The nightie slipped further down her shoulder as his fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to expose the elegant line of her throat. He kissed her there, slow and wet, teeth grazing skin that flushed hot under his touch. Her soft moans filled the space between them, mingling with the distant sounds of Tharun’s fading presence.
In that moment, regret, love, pain, and passion wove together into something fierce and unbreakable. Outside, a door slammed. Inside, walls came down.
Nikitha once again slipped but this is unplanned, and unforseen by anyone.
Nikitha’s heart hammered against her ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The knocking on the hotel door echoed through the room—sharp, insistent, unrelenting. Tharun had found her. Somehow. The panic clawed up her throat, making her breath come in shallow gasps. She glanced at Jay, who lounged against the headboard with that maddening calm, his eyes dark and watchful, waiting for her next move.
“I… I don’t know how he tracked me,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Jay, what do we—”
Jay’s gaze didn’t waver. “What’s next? I can’t act like we’re making out. That’s too obvious.”
Nikitha swallowed hard. She rose from the bed, the silky nightie clinging to her curves, the thin fabric whispering against her thighs. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and the low neckline revealed the soft swell of her breasts with every shaky breath. “No. We just say we had sex. No need to show anything.”
Jay stood slowly, his movements deliberate. “Slow down. What exactly are we going to do, dont surprise me?”
“Nothing,” she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction. “Let’s pretend we had sex. I’ll open the door, have a quick conversation, tell him it’s over, and ask him to leave.”
Jay’s fingers found the hem of his shirt. In one fluid motion, he pulled it over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his abdomen that caught the dim lamplight. His skin was warm, familiar—dangerously so. Nikitha’s eyes traced the lines of muscle before she caught herself. “Don’t overdo it,” she warned softly. “Just… leave it at this. I’ll handle the door.”
He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating toward her. “Why not let him see us semi-naked? Let him really believe we fucked.”
She stepped back until the edge of the bed pressed against her legs. “No,” she breathed, voice low and urgent. “It would be too harsh on Tharun. I’ll just tell him verbally. That we had sex. No visual tease.”
Jay’s stressed that “It would be more effective, Nikki. Visual proof.”
She turned to face him fully, her back now to the door. In the low light, her nightie had slipped slightly off one shoulder, exposing smooth, flushed skin. She placed a hand on his bare chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm—strong, alive, pulling at every unresolved emotion between them. “Will you be able to handle seeing your woman having sex right in front of your eyes with someone? This isn’t punishment or cruelty, Jay. I just want him to register me as… unreliable. Someone who can’t be trusted as a partner anymore.”
Just letting him know is enough.
Jay searched her face, his hand covering hers on his chest.
“I get it. But if he witnessed it… he’d breakup with you instantly, wouldn’t he?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “It would shatter the relationship in a second. But more than that… it leaves a trauma. A sense of defeat that lingers. When the person you love sees you like that—raw, intimate, given to someone else—they never fully get back on their feet. Don’t you know that?”
See “We were married once. Imagine if I had openly had sex in front of you. Do you think you’d be standing here the same way now like a friend? Highly impossible, you would despise for rest of your life, it would leave a trauma in you, you wont have a strength to move on?”
Jay’s jaw tightened.
He said, quietly, painfully: “I had seen. And I’m still here.”
The words hit her like a physical blow.
She didnt expected it, for a second it looked like she did some grave mistake, she could not get herself up for a second.
Nikitha’s face crumpled.
Suddenly, Sharmi’s voice echoed in her mind, cruelly clear: He stayed calm. He looked out for you even after everything. He loved you even when he witnessed things he should never have seen. After every heartbreak.
She looked at him unbelievably, Jay said.. i saw you having sex with him.. with my own eyes, yet i stand here for you..
Nikitha was broken, she struggled yet asked.. why?....
Jay said because i think i still love you.. i still treasure you...
Reality crashed over her. She staggered, her legs suddenly weak. Tears flooded her eyes, spilling hot and fast down her cheeks. “Jay…” A sob tore from her throat. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” She covered her face with both hands, shoulders shaking as the weight of everything she had done—of every choice that had wounded him—poured out.
Jay hesitated only a second before pulling her into his arms. His bare chest was warm, solid, the scent of him enveloping her like a memory she could never escape. She melted against him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her tear-streaked face into the crook of his neck. “I didn’t know,” she wept. “I would have been careless… I never intended to hurt you. Not like that. Never at any instance. I’m sorry, Jay. I’m so, so sorry.”
He rubbed slow, soothing circles on her back, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine through the thin nightie. “Shh… See, Tharun is outside. We can talk about our story later.”
She shook her head fiercely against his chest, her tears wetting his skin. The knocking continued—Tharun’s voice growing louder, angrier. I’m here, Nikitha! You can’t fool me with your stupid acts! Hotel staff voices joined the fray outside, trying to calm him.
After several long minutes, her sobs quieted into shaky breaths. Jay murmured, “ More Staff are approaching, i could hear footsteps... Tharun might leave. Let’s open the door and do the act.”
But Nikitha shook her head again. Something had shifted inside her—raw, desperate, inevitable. She lifted her gaze to his, eyes still glistening. “Fuck me.”
Jay froze, searching her face. “What?”
“You said you can’t say no to me.” Her voice was husky, trembling with emotion and need. She rose onto her toes, one hand sliding up his chest to cup the back of his neck. Their lips met—soft at first, then deepening with years of pent-up longing, regret, and love that refused to die. The kiss was slow, sensual, her body pressing flush against his. Her breasts molded against his chest through the silk, nipples hardening as heat pooled low in her belly. Jay’s hands roamed her back, sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her closer until she could feel his growing arousal against her.
Outside, the commotion peaked. Tharun had shown the staff a photo, claiming Nikitha was his fiancée. He crouched low, peering desperately through the keyhole.
What he saw destroyed him.
Through the small opening, he caught the unmistakable sight: Nikitha in that revealing nightie, body arched into Jay’s shirtless frame, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss that spoke of far more than pretense. Jay’s hands were on her, possessive and tender. It wasn’t an act. It was real.
Tharun’s legs gave out. He collapsed to the floor, the world tilting violently. Pain—sharp, visceral—ripped through him. He sat there for minutes, numb, unable to process the image burned into his mind. Eventually, staff helped him up, but he barely registered them. He had booked another room in the same hotel. He wasn’t leaving this country without answers. Without her.
Inside the room, Nikitha pulled back just enough to whisper against Jay’s lips, her breath warm and ragged, “I want you to take me Now.” Her hands trembled as they explored his chest, tracing every ridge and scar she remembered. The emotional flood had cracked her open, leaving only desire and the aching need to reconnect—with the man who had seen her at her worst and still held her.
Jay’s response was a low groan, his mouth claiming hers again with deeper hunger. The nightie slipped further down her shoulder as his fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to expose the elegant line of her throat. He kissed her there, slow and wet, teeth grazing skin that flushed hot under his touch. Her soft moans filled the space between them, mingling with the distant sounds of Tharun’s fading presence.
In that moment, regret, love, pain, and passion wove together into something fierce and unbreakable. Outside, a door slammed. Inside, walls came down.
Nikitha once again slipped but this is unplanned, and unforseen by anyone.
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