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Chapter 162 - The Sex Resumed
The following months passed in a fragile but beautiful harmony. Jay didn’t push the court case, choosing instead to wait for the stepmother to make the first move. He hired a caring nanny to look after Nikkitha and the baby whenever he was at work, wanting to ensure they were never alone.
Their nights slowly started belonging only to the two of them.
One peaceful night, Nikkitha was breastfeeding the baby in the dimly lit room when Jay walked in. He immediately apologized and began to leave, respecting her privacy.
“Why are you sorry?” Nikkitha asked softly, her voice warm. “You’re the first person who’s seen me like this… even before your daughter.”
Jay’s heart skipped a beat. Your daughter. She had always been so careful with her words before. Tonight felt different — softer, more open.
He stepped closer and kissed her forehead with deep tenderness. Nikkitha looked up at him lovingly, the baby still latched on. After a few minutes, she gently placed the baby in the cradle, then turned back to Jay. Her top was still open, her full breasts exposed, but she didn’t bother covering up. She walked straight into his arms and hugged him tightly, tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Can you really take me as I am?” she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. “I’m so imperfect. I’ve caused you so much pain… but I realize now that I love you more than I ever thought possible. I need you, Jay. I know it sounds selfish after everything I’ve done, but I’m scared. The baby needs us… and I need us too.”
Jay held her like she was the most precious thing in the universe.
He kissed every inch of her face — her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose — before capturing her lips in a deep, slow, soulful kiss. Their mouths moved together with years of pent-up love and longing. The kiss was wet, tender, and full of emotion, tongues dancing softly as they rediscovered each other.
![[Image: hot-touching-makeout-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/229602/hot-touching-makeout-scaled.webp)
After years of emotional distance, they finally came together again.
Jay laid her down gently on the bed. He took his time exploring her changed body with reverent hands and lips. He kissed down her neck, lavished attention on her sensitive, milk-heavy breasts, and whispered how beautiful she was. When he reached for a condom from his draw, Nikkitha watched him with soft eyes.
He was about to put it on when he paused, pulled out an extra one from draw and put it inside her purse, and placed it on the bedside table.
“Always keep this with you,” he said quietly.
Nikkitha’s expression changed. She immediately understood what he was subtly hinting at — Tharun. A flash of guilt and irritation hit her. She lightly beat his hand away, her eyes welling up again.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Not tonight.”
Jay’s face softened said i care for you, you just gave birth to my daughter, its just six months... I worry for you.. Nikkitha felt relief hearing it. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply once more, pouring all his love into it, as if to say he was sorry for bringing it up.
He entered her slowly and carefully — extremely gentle, mindful of her body that had given birth only months ago. Their lovemaking was not wild or frantic. It was slow, deep, and intimate. Jay moved with loving restraint, kissing her constantly — on the lips, neck, and breasts — while whispering how much he loved her. Nikkitha wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her hands caressing his back as she moaned softly into his mouth. She said you can be hard, i can handle.
![[Image: more-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/311459/more-scaled.webp)
Their connection felt healing. Every thrust was filled with care, every kiss soaked with emotion. Even in the quiet intensity, they were completely lost in each other.
When they finally came down from their shared climax, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, skin to skin, hearts beating together.
After a long, comfortable silence, Nikkitha whispered, “We don’t have to pursue the case. It’s okay if I lose my mother’s assets. I don’t want you to face any shame or damage to your dignity.”
Jay shook his head and kissed her temple. “No. We can’t let your stepmother enjoy what’s rightfully yours. We need to fight this.”
“What if the DNA test proves the baby is Tharun’s?” she asked fearfully.
Jay smiled softly and stroked her hair. “I already spoke to Sharmi. Her husband has strong connections. They’ll make sure it works out.”
He hesitated for a moment, then asked gently, “What have you decided about Tharun?”
Nikkitha pressed her naked body even closer to his, skin still flushed. “Will you hate me if I’m completely honest?”
Jay smiled with quiet understanding. “I already know the answer. I just hope Mithra manages to capture his heart soon. Only then can you be fully mine.”
Nikkitha kissed his cheek tenderly. “I’m sorry.”
He kissed her lips again, long and sweet. “I have my fair share of responsibility in all this too.”
One more month passed.
Jay felt it was time to reopen case as step mother didnt make move.. but Nikkitha remained hesitant to reopen the court case, terrified that any spotlight on their lives might damage Jay’s reputation and dignity.
One afternoon, she finally went to meet Tharun at his flat — the first time since the baby was born. She gone to fullfill her promise. Trying to balance her promise and life.
The moment he opened the door, Tharun’s eyes lit up with a mixture of joy, relief, and deep longing. He didn’t say a word at first. He simply pulled her inside, closed the door, and wrapped her in a long, tight hug. His arms held her with genuine care, as if he was afraid she might disappear again.
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“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “Not a single day has passed without thinking about you and the baby.” i was disappointed when you asked me not to come to the home.
He pulled back slightly, cupped her face tenderly with both hands, and looked into her eyes. Then he leaned in and kissed her — soft, slow, and full of love. It wasn’t rushed. His lips moved gently against hers, savoring the moment, pouring months of suppressed longing into that single kiss. His thumbs gently stroked her cheeks as he held her like something precious.
For a few beautiful seconds, it was just that — a quiet, heartfelt reunion.
But the hunger that had been building up in him for so many months soon became impossible to control. His breathing grew heavier. The kiss deepened. His hands slowly slid down from her face to her shoulders, then to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together.
His palms roamed over her changed figure with desperate appreciation. He squeezed her fuller, post-pregnancy breasts through her top, groaning softly into her mouth as he felt their weight and softness.
Tharun’s love was still there — gentle and caring at its core — but the physical hunger won over. He kissed her more passionately, pressing her back against the wall as his hands explored her body with growing urgency.
“Nikkitha… I’ve missed you so much,” he groaned against her lips. “I need you today. Please.”
She could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her as he pulled her toward the bedroom. For her, it was duty mixed with guilt. She had made him a promise. She had pushed him into this complicated life. So when he started undressing her, she let him — even though her heart wasn’t fully in it.
Tharun removed her clothes with trembling hands, kissing down her neck and sucking on her sensitive breasts, which were still heavy from breastfeeding. He was wild with need, pushing her onto the bed and climbing over her. His cock was rock hard, throbbing against her thigh as he tried to enter her without a condom.
That was when Nikkitha snapped back to reality.
“Wait—” She pressed her hands against his chest, stopping him just in time.
One careless moment and I could create doubt about the baby’s father again.
Tharun froze, breathing heavily, clearly frustrated. “What’?”
That close call triggered something in him. His eyes narrowed. “Wait… you don’t know who the father of baby is?”
Nikkitha’s heart raced. She quickly covered it up, forcing a small smile. “I mean im telling about the moment found i was pregnant. Don’t overthink it.”
Before he could ask anything more, she took control. She pushed him onto his back, grabbed a condom from her purse, she smiled at it the moment she remember Jay putting into it, she thanked him with a smile inside her hear. She rolled it onto his throbbing erection with deliberate strokes. Tharun groaned loudly at her touch.
To distract him completely, she straddled him and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. Tharun let out a deep, guttural moan as her warm, tight walls enveloped him.
![[Image: kissing-and-riding-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/267553/kissing-and-riding-scaled.webp)
“Fuck… Nikkitha,” he gasped, gripping her hips.
She started riding him — not with passion, but with focused determination. Her movements were deliberate and rhythmic, squeezing him with her inner muscles to keep his mind clouded with pleasure. Even though she felt distant emotionally, she forced herself to engage. She leaned forward, letting her breasts brush against his chest, kissing him deeply whenever he tried to speak.
Tharun was lost in her. He thrust up into her desperately, hands squeezing her ass, moaning her name like a prayer. “You feel so good… I’ve missed this pussy so much.”
Nikkitha closed her eyes and kept moving, grinding against him, giving him exactly what he needed. She whispered soft encouragements in his ear, making him feel wanted, all while her mind was partially elsewhere — thinking of Jay and the baby waiting at home.
It didn’t take long. Tharun’s thrusts became erratic. He gripped her tightly and came hard inside the condom with a loud groan, shuddering beneath her.
Afterwards, he pulled her into his arms, breathing heavily, completely distracted from his earlier question.
That same night, when Nikkitha returned home, she confessed everything to Jay. She told him about the near-slip, Tharun’s dangerous question, and how she had to distract him with sex.
Jay listened calmly, without anger or judgment. When she finished, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
“It’s time,” he said firmly. “We can’t keep running from this.
Trust me — Sharmi’s husband can pull this off. This isn’t just about the assets anymore. When the case is heard, it will send a clear message to the world that this baby is ours. To your stepmother. To Tharun. To everyone.”
Nikkitha looked at him, feeling a strange mix of relief and courage bloom in her chest. She nodded slowly.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Let’s file the appeal tomorrow.”
The following months passed in a fragile but beautiful harmony. Jay didn’t push the court case, choosing instead to wait for the stepmother to make the first move. He hired a caring nanny to look after Nikkitha and the baby whenever he was at work, wanting to ensure they were never alone.
Their nights slowly started belonging only to the two of them.
One peaceful night, Nikkitha was breastfeeding the baby in the dimly lit room when Jay walked in. He immediately apologized and began to leave, respecting her privacy.
“Why are you sorry?” Nikkitha asked softly, her voice warm. “You’re the first person who’s seen me like this… even before your daughter.”
Jay’s heart skipped a beat. Your daughter. She had always been so careful with her words before. Tonight felt different — softer, more open.
He stepped closer and kissed her forehead with deep tenderness. Nikkitha looked up at him lovingly, the baby still latched on. After a few minutes, she gently placed the baby in the cradle, then turned back to Jay. Her top was still open, her full breasts exposed, but she didn’t bother covering up. She walked straight into his arms and hugged him tightly, tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Can you really take me as I am?” she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. “I’m so imperfect. I’ve caused you so much pain… but I realize now that I love you more than I ever thought possible. I need you, Jay. I know it sounds selfish after everything I’ve done, but I’m scared. The baby needs us… and I need us too.”
Jay held her like she was the most precious thing in the universe.
He kissed every inch of her face — her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose — before capturing her lips in a deep, slow, soulful kiss. Their mouths moved together with years of pent-up love and longing. The kiss was wet, tender, and full of emotion, tongues dancing softly as they rediscovered each other.
After years of emotional distance, they finally came together again.
Jay laid her down gently on the bed. He took his time exploring her changed body with reverent hands and lips. He kissed down her neck, lavished attention on her sensitive, milk-heavy breasts, and whispered how beautiful she was. When he reached for a condom from his draw, Nikkitha watched him with soft eyes.
He was about to put it on when he paused, pulled out an extra one from draw and put it inside her purse, and placed it on the bedside table.
“Always keep this with you,” he said quietly.
Nikkitha’s expression changed. She immediately understood what he was subtly hinting at — Tharun. A flash of guilt and irritation hit her. She lightly beat his hand away, her eyes welling up again.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Not tonight.”
Jay’s face softened said i care for you, you just gave birth to my daughter, its just six months... I worry for you.. Nikkitha felt relief hearing it. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply once more, pouring all his love into it, as if to say he was sorry for bringing it up.
He entered her slowly and carefully — extremely gentle, mindful of her body that had given birth only months ago. Their lovemaking was not wild or frantic. It was slow, deep, and intimate. Jay moved with loving restraint, kissing her constantly — on the lips, neck, and breasts — while whispering how much he loved her. Nikkitha wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her hands caressing his back as she moaned softly into his mouth. She said you can be hard, i can handle.
Jay said no, it would hurt you
Their connection felt healing. Every thrust was filled with care, every kiss soaked with emotion. Even in the quiet intensity, they were completely lost in each other.
When they finally came down from their shared climax, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, skin to skin, hearts beating together.
After a long, comfortable silence, Nikkitha whispered, “We don’t have to pursue the case. It’s okay if I lose my mother’s assets. I don’t want you to face any shame or damage to your dignity.”
Jay shook his head and kissed her temple. “No. We can’t let your stepmother enjoy what’s rightfully yours. We need to fight this.”
“What if the DNA test proves the baby is Tharun’s?” she asked fearfully.
Jay smiled softly and stroked her hair. “I already spoke to Sharmi. Her husband has strong connections. They’ll make sure it works out.”
He hesitated for a moment, then asked gently, “What have you decided about Tharun?”
Nikkitha pressed her naked body even closer to his, skin still flushed. “Will you hate me if I’m completely honest?”
Jay smiled with quiet understanding. “I already know the answer. I just hope Mithra manages to capture his heart soon. Only then can you be fully mine.”
Nikkitha kissed his cheek tenderly. “I’m sorry.”
He kissed her lips again, long and sweet. “I have my fair share of responsibility in all this too.”
One more month passed.
Jay felt it was time to reopen case as step mother didnt make move.. but Nikkitha remained hesitant to reopen the court case, terrified that any spotlight on their lives might damage Jay’s reputation and dignity.
One afternoon, she finally went to meet Tharun at his flat — the first time since the baby was born. She gone to fullfill her promise. Trying to balance her promise and life.
The moment he opened the door, Tharun’s eyes lit up with a mixture of joy, relief, and deep longing. He didn’t say a word at first. He simply pulled her inside, closed the door, and wrapped her in a long, tight hug. His arms held her with genuine care, as if he was afraid she might disappear again.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “Not a single day has passed without thinking about you and the baby.” i was disappointed when you asked me not to come to the home.
He pulled back slightly, cupped her face tenderly with both hands, and looked into her eyes. Then he leaned in and kissed her — soft, slow, and full of love. It wasn’t rushed. His lips moved gently against hers, savoring the moment, pouring months of suppressed longing into that single kiss. His thumbs gently stroked her cheeks as he held her like something precious.
For a few beautiful seconds, it was just that — a quiet, heartfelt reunion.
But the hunger that had been building up in him for so many months soon became impossible to control. His breathing grew heavier. The kiss deepened. His hands slowly slid down from her face to her shoulders, then to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together.
His palms roamed over her changed figure with desperate appreciation. He squeezed her fuller, post-pregnancy breasts through her top, groaning softly into her mouth as he felt their weight and softness.
Tharun’s love was still there — gentle and caring at its core — but the physical hunger won over. He kissed her more passionately, pressing her back against the wall as his hands explored her body with growing urgency.
“Nikkitha… I’ve missed you so much,” he groaned against her lips. “I need you today. Please.”
She could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her as he pulled her toward the bedroom. For her, it was duty mixed with guilt. She had made him a promise. She had pushed him into this complicated life. So when he started undressing her, she let him — even though her heart wasn’t fully in it.
Tharun removed her clothes with trembling hands, kissing down her neck and sucking on her sensitive breasts, which were still heavy from breastfeeding. He was wild with need, pushing her onto the bed and climbing over her. His cock was rock hard, throbbing against her thigh as he tried to enter her without a condom.
That was when Nikkitha snapped back to reality.
“Wait—” She pressed her hands against his chest, stopping him just in time.
One careless moment and I could create doubt about the baby’s father again.
Tharun froze, breathing heavily, clearly frustrated. “What’?”
That close call triggered something in him. His eyes narrowed. “Wait… you don’t know who the father of baby is?”
Nikkitha’s heart raced. She quickly covered it up, forcing a small smile. “I mean im telling about the moment found i was pregnant. Don’t overthink it.”
Before he could ask anything more, she took control. She pushed him onto his back, grabbed a condom from her purse, she smiled at it the moment she remember Jay putting into it, she thanked him with a smile inside her hear. She rolled it onto his throbbing erection with deliberate strokes. Tharun groaned loudly at her touch.
To distract him completely, she straddled him and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. Tharun let out a deep, guttural moan as her warm, tight walls enveloped him.
“Fuck… Nikkitha,” he gasped, gripping her hips.
She started riding him — not with passion, but with focused determination. Her movements were deliberate and rhythmic, squeezing him with her inner muscles to keep his mind clouded with pleasure. Even though she felt distant emotionally, she forced herself to engage. She leaned forward, letting her breasts brush against his chest, kissing him deeply whenever he tried to speak.
Tharun was lost in her. He thrust up into her desperately, hands squeezing her ass, moaning her name like a prayer. “You feel so good… I’ve missed this pussy so much.”
Nikkitha closed her eyes and kept moving, grinding against him, giving him exactly what he needed. She whispered soft encouragements in his ear, making him feel wanted, all while her mind was partially elsewhere — thinking of Jay and the baby waiting at home.
It didn’t take long. Tharun’s thrusts became erratic. He gripped her tightly and came hard inside the condom with a loud groan, shuddering beneath her.
Afterwards, he pulled her into his arms, breathing heavily, completely distracted from his earlier question.
That same night, when Nikkitha returned home, she confessed everything to Jay. She told him about the near-slip, Tharun’s dangerous question, and how she had to distract him with sex.
Jay listened calmly, without anger or judgment. When she finished, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
“It’s time,” he said firmly. “We can’t keep running from this.
Trust me — Sharmi’s husband can pull this off. This isn’t just about the assets anymore. When the case is heard, it will send a clear message to the world that this baby is ours. To your stepmother. To Tharun. To everyone.”
Nikkitha looked at him, feeling a strange mix of relief and courage bloom in her chest. She nodded slowly.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Let’s file the appeal tomorrow.”
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