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Chapter 163 : Nikitha's new move.
The following week, Jay and Nikkitha officially filed the appeal in court. Jay personally spoke with Sharmi about the progress. She reassured him that her husband would handle everything from behind the scenes. Unfortunately, due to court scheduling delays and a series of upcoming holidays, the case was pushed back by nearly two months.
In the meantime, life at home continued with a quiet, growing sweetness.
Jay and Nikkitha kept building their love day by day. They both knew their relationship was born out of complications and mess, but with love they had silently chosen to face it together. Their bond grew stronger through peaceful nights, shared laughter over silly things, and the tender moments they spent watching their daughter sleep. For the first time in a long while, they felt like a real family.
Nikkitha continued honoring her promise to Tharun — strictly once a month. But something inside her had changed, and it was becoming impossible to hide.
Tharun started noticing the shift during their meetings. Nikkitha’s touches had become more mechanical, almost distant. What used to be passionate and eager now felt like a transaction — dutiful but lacking the fire and genuine desire he once felt from her. The emotional connection that had kept him hooked was fading.
On their third meeting after the baby’s birth, Tharun didn’t try to initiate sex. Instead, he sat her down on the couch and looked at her with quiet sadness.
“Earlier, when we had sex, I used to feel your love,” he said softly. “Now it feels… mechanical. Like you’re just going through the motions for my sake.”
Nikkitha met his eyes honestly, her voice gentle but firm. “You’re right. Because I once had some real feelings for you. Now… it’s become just an obligation. I don’t feel happy offering myself like this anymore. I feel like I should only give my body when I can do it wholeheartedly, with actual joy.”
Her words landed like a heavy blow. Pain flashed clearly across Tharun’s face. Nikkitha saw it and felt a pang of guilt, but she also knew he needed to hear the truth.
After a long, heavy silence, Tharun asked, “Then what will make you happy? What will make you give yourself to me again the way you used to — with real passion and love?”
Nikkitha saw her chance. She had been doubting for a while whether Tharun was genuinely trying with Mithra or simply relying on her monthly visits to cope. She couldn’t ask Mithra or his mother directly without planting unnecessary insecurity, so she decided to investigate his life herself.
“I need to see real effort,” she said clearly. “I want stories. Proof that you’re actually giving Mithra a proper chance. When I see genuine improvement with my own eyes — when I feel like you’re trying to build something real with her — then I’ll relax and give you the kind of sex you want. With real feeling.”
Tharun let out a small, bittersweet smile — a mix of sadness and reluctant admiration. “You’re smart. You want me to work on my marriage, let you supervise my relationship… and only then reward me with your body as motivation.”
Nikkitha asked softly, “Does that disgust you?”
Tharun pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead with surprising tenderness and respect. “No. No one will ever fully understand you. But the people who fall in love with you… they do. Now I understand why Jay is so patient with all of this. Why he still allows me to be around you.”
Nikkitha looked at him, deeply touched by his words.
Tharun continued, his voice low, “Get ready. The day I truly move on and commit to Mithra… give me one unforgettable farewell sex. The kind I’ve always wanted from you.”
She smiled softly. “Deal.”
However Tharun pulled her into hug and said, until i don't care even if its mechanical, i need you, He smiled before closing her mouth with his.
That same night, after putting the baby to sleep, Nikkitha curled up beside Jay on the bed and told him everything she had discussed with Tharun — the mechanical nature of their meetings, the honest conversation, the pain in Tharun’s eyes, and the “farewell sex” agreement.
Jay listened quietly, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, gently stroking her hair. He didn’t interrupt once. When she finished, a slow smirk spread across his face, a playful glint shining in his eyes.
“I’m actually looking forward to that farewell sex of yours,” he teased, his voice low and mischievous. “Maybe that day I’ll throw a big party for all our close friends and celebrate my wife finally coming to me completely — mind, body, and soul.”
Nikkitha laughed softly and lightly smacked his arm. “Why am I not fully yours already?” she protested, though her tone was warm and affectionate. “I’m mentally yours. Emotionally yours. Physically yours. With Tharun, it’s just sex — nothing more. No feelings. No love. Just… fulfilling a promise.”
Jay’s playful expression softened into something deeper. He pulled her closer, wrapping both arms around her and pressing her body flush against his.
“I know, baby,” he whispered against her forehead, his voice full of love and quiet confidence. “Tharun is no longer a threat to us. I trust you completely.”
Nikkitha melted into him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. For a moment, they simply held each other in comfortable silence, breathing together.
Then Jay tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply. The kiss started slow and tender but quickly grew passionate, filled with years of love, understanding, and hard-earned trust. Their lips moved together with a familiar hunger, tongues dancing softly as they poured all their complicated emotions into that one kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Jay rested his forehead against hers.
“We’ve created such a messy but strangely workable equation, haven’t we?” he murmured with a small smile.
Nikkitha nodded, her eyes shining with affection. “We have. But I wouldn’t want to solve it with anyone else.”
They kissed again — slower this time, lingering, full of quiet reassurance and deep love — both aware that despite all the complications, they were choosing each other every single day with love.
The following week, Jay and Nikkitha officially filed the appeal in court. Jay personally spoke with Sharmi about the progress. She reassured him that her husband would handle everything from behind the scenes. Unfortunately, due to court scheduling delays and a series of upcoming holidays, the case was pushed back by nearly two months.
In the meantime, life at home continued with a quiet, growing sweetness.
Jay and Nikkitha kept building their love day by day. They both knew their relationship was born out of complications and mess, but with love they had silently chosen to face it together. Their bond grew stronger through peaceful nights, shared laughter over silly things, and the tender moments they spent watching their daughter sleep. For the first time in a long while, they felt like a real family.
Nikkitha continued honoring her promise to Tharun — strictly once a month. But something inside her had changed, and it was becoming impossible to hide.
Tharun started noticing the shift during their meetings. Nikkitha’s touches had become more mechanical, almost distant. What used to be passionate and eager now felt like a transaction — dutiful but lacking the fire and genuine desire he once felt from her. The emotional connection that had kept him hooked was fading.
On their third meeting after the baby’s birth, Tharun didn’t try to initiate sex. Instead, he sat her down on the couch and looked at her with quiet sadness.
“Earlier, when we had sex, I used to feel your love,” he said softly. “Now it feels… mechanical. Like you’re just going through the motions for my sake.”
Nikkitha met his eyes honestly, her voice gentle but firm. “You’re right. Because I once had some real feelings for you. Now… it’s become just an obligation. I don’t feel happy offering myself like this anymore. I feel like I should only give my body when I can do it wholeheartedly, with actual joy.”
Her words landed like a heavy blow. Pain flashed clearly across Tharun’s face. Nikkitha saw it and felt a pang of guilt, but she also knew he needed to hear the truth.
After a long, heavy silence, Tharun asked, “Then what will make you happy? What will make you give yourself to me again the way you used to — with real passion and love?”
Nikkitha saw her chance. She had been doubting for a while whether Tharun was genuinely trying with Mithra or simply relying on her monthly visits to cope. She couldn’t ask Mithra or his mother directly without planting unnecessary insecurity, so she decided to investigate his life herself.
“I need to see real effort,” she said clearly. “I want stories. Proof that you’re actually giving Mithra a proper chance. When I see genuine improvement with my own eyes — when I feel like you’re trying to build something real with her — then I’ll relax and give you the kind of sex you want. With real feeling.”
Tharun let out a small, bittersweet smile — a mix of sadness and reluctant admiration. “You’re smart. You want me to work on my marriage, let you supervise my relationship… and only then reward me with your body as motivation.”
Nikkitha asked softly, “Does that disgust you?”
Tharun pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead with surprising tenderness and respect. “No. No one will ever fully understand you. But the people who fall in love with you… they do. Now I understand why Jay is so patient with all of this. Why he still allows me to be around you.”
Nikkitha looked at him, deeply touched by his words.
Tharun continued, his voice low, “Get ready. The day I truly move on and commit to Mithra… give me one unforgettable farewell sex. The kind I’ve always wanted from you.”
She smiled softly. “Deal.”
However Tharun pulled her into hug and said, until i don't care even if its mechanical, i need you, He smiled before closing her mouth with his.
That same night, after putting the baby to sleep, Nikkitha curled up beside Jay on the bed and told him everything she had discussed with Tharun — the mechanical nature of their meetings, the honest conversation, the pain in Tharun’s eyes, and the “farewell sex” agreement.
Jay listened quietly, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, gently stroking her hair. He didn’t interrupt once. When she finished, a slow smirk spread across his face, a playful glint shining in his eyes.
“I’m actually looking forward to that farewell sex of yours,” he teased, his voice low and mischievous. “Maybe that day I’ll throw a big party for all our close friends and celebrate my wife finally coming to me completely — mind, body, and soul.”
Nikkitha laughed softly and lightly smacked his arm. “Why am I not fully yours already?” she protested, though her tone was warm and affectionate. “I’m mentally yours. Emotionally yours. Physically yours. With Tharun, it’s just sex — nothing more. No feelings. No love. Just… fulfilling a promise.”
Jay’s playful expression softened into something deeper. He pulled her closer, wrapping both arms around her and pressing her body flush against his.
“I know, baby,” he whispered against her forehead, his voice full of love and quiet confidence. “Tharun is no longer a threat to us. I trust you completely.”
Nikkitha melted into him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. For a moment, they simply held each other in comfortable silence, breathing together.
Then Jay tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply. The kiss started slow and tender but quickly grew passionate, filled with years of love, understanding, and hard-earned trust. Their lips moved together with a familiar hunger, tongues dancing softly as they poured all their complicated emotions into that one kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Jay rested his forehead against hers.
“We’ve created such a messy but strangely workable equation, haven’t we?” he murmured with a small smile.
Nikkitha nodded, her eyes shining with affection. “We have. But I wouldn’t want to solve it with anyone else.”
They kissed again — slower this time, lingering, full of quiet reassurance and deep love — both aware that despite all the complications, they were choosing each other every single day with love.
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