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Chapter 108: Silent Presence


When Sharmi stepped back into the ward, she immediately noticed that Nikitha was no longer there. Jay was staring at the ceiling with a heavy, pained expression. A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye. Sharmi instantly believed, Nikitha must have said something carelessly something like choosing Tharun over Jay and hurted him. 

Sharmi rushed to his side, gently wiping the tear away with her thumb
.
“Jay, stop worrying… Some people are truly unworthy. We may fight for them, but they should have the worth to deserve it.”
Jay looked at her, his voice weak but bitter. “So you know too? They crossed the line they should never have crossed…”

Sharmi nodded. “You shouldn’t stress too much. The doctor strictly advised against it.
You’re still recovering.”

Jay gave a hollow smile. “What could be more devastating than realizing what has already happened?”

Sharmi sighed. “It’s my fault for bringing her here in the hospital. You know what? I called them in the morning. They only arrived an hour after I called. I really wonder is that an emergency look like to her? she didnt even consider you important, this just say that. There was no panic on her face. No worry. She didn’t even ask how you were or if you were safe. She has turned completely heartless after going with Tharun. He has changed her.”

Jay closed his eyes for a moment. He said... “So… she recieved information first, and she called you and informed. You arrived first, she took another 1 hour after you call t o arrive here. What kind of message does that send? Is that all I’m worth to her after everything?”


Sharmi corrected him gently. “She didn’t call me, Jay.”
Jay’s eyes snapped open. “What?”

“Yeah. She didn’t even know about your accident.
I was the one who informed her in the morning. I hated doing it, but the doctor needed a signature from family, so I had to call her.”

Jay asked slowly, “Then how did you reach here so fast?”
“The hospital called me. They took my number from your mobile.”

A faint, knowing smile appeared on Jay’s face.
Sharmi frowned. “Why are you smiling?”

“You’re such a fool sometimes,”
Jay said softly. “You know why Nikki looked unbothered and showed no panic when you saw her this morning?”

Sharmi leaned in, curious. “Why?”

“Because she must have been here the entire night,” Jay replied with quiet certainty. 
“Until you arrived, she was with me. 
She made the hospital call you and then left before you came in.”

Sharmi looked confused. “How can you be so sure?”

Jay explained, “My phone has a passcode like everyone. Even if someone tried to make an emergency call, it would go to Nikki first. As soon as the accident happened, the people at the scene would have called her. She came here. She stayed with me the whole night — crying, sobbing, feeling guilty. Then, once the doctors confirmed I was stable, she made them call you and slipped away.”

Sharmi raised a doubt, what if they called her and instead coming here, she would have shared my phone number. 
Jay said reasonable doubt but there is a catch here. 

He continued, “When you reached here, was the treatment already done or still going on?”

“They had already moved you to the ICU and said you were stable when I arrived,” Sharmi replied.

“There we go,” Jay said, a mix of pain and relief in his voice. “Doctors won’t perform treatments without an attender. She was here. She made sure I was fine and then left. 

Adding to this.. even if you feel, hospital had taken contact directly from my mobile like somehow cracking my mobile passcode, why would the hospital specifically call you out of all the contacts? They chose you because she told them to.”

Sharmi’s face slowly lit up with realization.
Both Jay and Sharmi exchanged a quiet, bittersweet smile.

Nikitha had never truly left him.
She had been right there — all night.

[heygiwriter]

Hello bro, congratulations for the success of another story.


It's sad to see that you are making more and more pathetic it's better to leave him or end the story, please don't drag by adding more salt on the wound...

I hope jay deserves Happy ending while his wife deserves hell for showing merciless act and enjoy with tharun while jay feeling pain in the hospital.....

Please start suresh and sneha bro.... You have made suresh to suffer so much like jay but he didn't get Happy end....so start and make suresh to take revenge on gowtham


What do you say co readers????

I DOUBT DO YOU GUYS EVEN READ THE STORY PROPERLY OR ACT LIKE YOU HAVE SELECTIVE BLINDENESS?

WHY CANT YOU SEE HOW JAY TREATED BADLY, KEPT HER SUFFERING FOR YEARS.?

EQUALLING JAY WITH SURESH IS SO ABSURD. 

HERE THE ISSUE IS DIFFERENT, I WONDER HOW MANY IGNORING JAY'S ISSUE?

WHY? JUST BECAUSE HE IS MALE?

HIS WOMENS HAS TO BE SINCERE AND LOYAL , TREAT HIM BETTER SO THATS WHAT A GOOD WIFE IS?

WHAT ABOUT BEING A GOOD HUSBANDS, HAS HE BEEN EVER A GOOD HUSBAND?


WHEN A MALE NEGCLECT WIFE, HAVE AFFAIR WITH OTHER WOMEN ITS NOTHING

BUT WHEN A WOMEN CHOOSE A LOVE FOR HER LIFE, PLANNING TO LEAVE RELATSIONSHIP WITH DIGNITY . SHE DESERVES HELL?

WHAT KIND OF MESSAGE ARE BEING PASSED.

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Correctly Said brother, Nikita should be settled with Tharun, as Jay cheated her while having continuous sex with Anjali

No Sampathy for Jai, he deserve to be punished and in pain

He is already in that phase. 

There is no bigger punishment that realization of what we have done, agreeing , felt like hands tied and moving on. 

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I will practice to ignore comments and just write what i visioned. From the first story i know this, i cannot satisfy everyone but i keep failing to put on practice and ignore comments.

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Chapter 109 : Flicker of Hope


Sharmi’s face brightened with the new realization, but the optimism quickly faded. She grew alarmed and spoke carefully.
“Don’t get too much hope, Jay,” she said gently. “She herself declared to me that she is going with Tharun.”

Jay was visibly shocked. He had suspected they might have consummated their relationship last night, but hearing that she was openly choosing to leave him hit differently. It felt like the world had truly crashed around him. Fresh tears slipped silently down his cheeks.

Sharmi quickly wiped them away. “Jay, don’t worry. Its not the end, after what you said. 
I wanted to rethink. 
There may be a chance! 

If she stayed with you all night, it means she still really loves you. 
All we need to do is figure out a way to bring her back to you.”

Once we go back to home, you speak with her!
Speak with her when you two are alone!
Make her understand, make her realize her choices are wrong,
Only you can do that. 


Jay gave a weak, bitter smirk. “How? She even left my house before the business trip.”

Sharmi leaned closer. “Yes, but she will come back to you once we return to Bangalore.”

“You don’t know her,” Jay replied, voice heavy with pain. “If she has truly determined to move on, she will. She cares for me — I understand that now. But that doesn’t mean she’ll go back to being her old self. Not after the kind of love Tharun is showing her. Look at how he acts — so understanding, even bringing her here to me. What a selfless display.  If she was still at my place, at least I would have had the opportunity to speak to her…”


Sharmi nodded slowly. But she is coming back to home, not going anywhere.

Jay looked confused, what? dont give me false hope. 

No Jay just listen, 

“I didn’t expect things to reach this point. Few minutes back, When the doctor said you need proper care, I made a strategic decision… I initially thought may be Tharun spinned some lie and i wanted you and Niki to get back at one place, that will sort out the differences naturally, with history of your togetherness. There must be love for sure.

At the same i took that decision without consulting you, its my way of recitfying damage i cause, i kind of caught into guilt, if i had informed her that i was married, she could not have left with Tharun. So its my remedy. The strategic plan made her to choose to stay at your house when we go back. 

Jay looked at her curiously. “What how did you made her?

Sharmi explained her calculated threat — how she had used the doctor’s advice about needing constant care to pressure Nikitha into agreeing to stay with him for the next few weeks, she also explained the actual threat was that she will pin a lie and story that will damage everyone of us, plus a legal case on him, they had no other go, she agreed.

Initially i  thought she pretend to care, but its a good thing, now i realise you still have chance. 


“Use those weeks wisely,” she continued. “Speak with her. Remember she may say she choose Tharun, but  Until they actually get married, there is always hope. From everything you’ve told me and what I saw just now… I think it’s going to be very tough for her to move on from you. She will return. But patience is the key.”

Love cannot see sufferings, it will guide her back.

A mild spark of hope finally flickered in Jay’s heart.

“Then the universe is finally hearing me,” he whispered.

Sharmi smiled with renewed hope. “Then stop worrying. Take this chance seriously. Be sincere. Prove yourself to her. Clear all the misunderstandings. Let’s hope for the best.”

Jay was not fully happy, but for the first time since waking up, a quiet determination appeared on his face. There was still a long, difficult road ahead — but at least now, there was a flicker of hope.

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Chapter 110 : Return to Reality

A complete day had passed with nothing significant happening beyond hospital routines. They carefully maintained Sharmi’s version of events with the company and hospital staff. The next morning, Jay was discharged.

While Sharmi went back to the hotel to pack everyone’s belongings, Tharun and Nikitha returned to the villa to gather their own things.
Nikitha was visibly hesitant as she folded clothes. “Are you really okay with me going to Jay’s place?”
Tharun nodded calmly. “Not at all. But I understand.”

She turned to him, searching his face. “Don’t you feel insecure? Or scared? Jay and I are still legally married… Sometimes I feel like you’re overacting — trying to be too nice. It feels almost impossible… like something you’d only see in dramas.”

Tharun walked up behind her while she was still folding clothes. 
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her gently against his chest.
“Because I know you,” he whispered near her ear.

Nikitha turned her head slightly. 
“What do you know about me? I thought you would say you trust me so much.”

Tharun smiled softly. “I do trust you. But that trust comes with truly knowing you.” He continued, his voice warm and sincere, “When you tried so hard to defend and honor a marriage that was born out of convenience and not love… I know you would honor a relationship you willingly promised yourself to even more. You never truly left Jay. You never gave up on him easily. Even now, you want to take care of him. You are not the kind of person I should doubt. I’m giving you the space, the respect, and the trust you deserve.”

He kissed the side of her head. 
“We may not be married yet, but in my eyes, you are already my love. You are my wife.”

Nikitha was deeply touched. She turned fully in his arms and looked into his eyes.
For a long moment, she simply said, “I’m sorry… Let him recover first. I will slowly speak about the divorce. I wont prolong it.”
She made the promise with sincerity in her voice.

Tharun’s gaze turned hungry. Nikitha understood the shift in his mood instantly. She closed the distance between them and kissed him deeply. For ten solid minutes, she let him embrace her, devouring her mouth with passion and need. When they finally parted, she whispered against his lips, “I promise you… I will be yours from now on.”

He hugged her tightly, holding onto that promise.

---

That evening, everyone boarded the flight back to Bangalore. The journey was heavy with unspoken emotions. Tharun remained gentle, carefully avoiding any show of possessiveness over Nikitha in front of the others.

When they landed back in Bangalore, Tharun went to retrieve his car from the parking area while Sharmi got into hers. Tharun gently advised Jay not to drive in his condition, but Jay was stubborn and insisted on taking the wheel himself.


He had expected Nikitha to drive for him. Instead, she quietly chose to sit in Tharun’s car.

Tharun looked at her with slight surprise. “If he is not driving, why don’t you drive for him? Why are you sitting in my car?”

Nikitha sighed and replied honestly, “He is ill. We already gave him the option that we would transport him in our car, but he wanted me to drive him. it means he looks you like a villain, he doesn't want a help from you. Don’t I understand this simple thing? And more importantly… I don’t want to give him the feeling that I still love him and care for him the way I used to. I want to show him, you are important to me.  For the next few weeks, I have to stay with him and take care of his health and food. This is one of the only ways I can clearly tell him — don’t hope and get hurt. I’ve already chosen you.”

He and that dumb Sharmi are a team now, she would spout nonsense like she will make him think my care to love. 

Let him take our help or let him suffer. 

Tharun looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “That’s fine. But he is still sick. 

So you want him to suffer her, while on drive?

Nikitha said, no i didnt want to suffer him, let him just park the car and get into our car. 

Tharun said, Don’t make things more complicated. Don't try to make me someone respectable before him, he will hate that idea, i appreciate the way you want me to be respected .. but don't act childish.. just see this whole scenario from his shoe.  He looks determined, with what you said, he wont come to our car.

And with you behaving like this, he would try to prove world he doesnt needs any ones help... and he will start driving the car to home.. What if he gets pain while driving? His elbow shouldn’t be moved. Go ahead and drive his car.”

Sharmi and Jay were watching their car from a distance. They saw Nikitha step out of Tharun’s vehicle and walk toward Jay’s car. She calmly asked Jay to move to the passenger seat and took the wheel herself.

Sharmi watched this development carefully as she followed them. Jay was determined not to let Tharun remain the “nicest guy” in anyone’s eyes. Not ready to take any of his help. 

Nikitha had made her choice clear. She had choosen Tharun and she will make decisions that only benefit the one she choose. She doesnt want o give wrong idea to Jay and also she didn’t want Tharun to get hurt or be painted as the villain. The decision she had taken over the past few days weighed heavily on her heart, but she was done wavering. She wanted change. And she was determined to show it.

Sharmi, observing everything, finally understood — Nikitha was no longer someone who could be taken for granted. The Sympathy games may not help. She had become clear and firm about what she wanted.

But, Only Jay truly grasped the deeper meaning behind her actions. She had always given him space, always allowed him chances. He had misused them repeatedly. From the very beginning, when she allowed him into her life, it was because she had truly wanted him. That was why she had ignored so many red flags.


Now, as they reached home, Jay felt the full weight of that realization settle on his shoulders.

The challenges ahead had just become far tougher.

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Chapter 111: First Night Home


The ride back to Jay’s house was silent and heavy. When they finally stepped inside, the familiar scent of the apartment hit Nikitha like a wave of memories. She pushed them down.

She helped Jay settle on the couch, then moved efficiently around the kitchen. She cooked light khichdi as per the doctor’s instructions, gave him his medicines on time, and adjusted the pillows behind his back so he could eat comfortably. Every action was careful, professional, and distant.
Jay watched her quietly. The way she moved in his house — like she still belonged there — gave him a painful kind of hope.
After dinner, as she helped him walk slowly to the bedroom, he finally spoke.

“Nikki… thank you for doing all this. I know you didn’t have to.”
She gave a small nod. “Doctor said you need care. That’s all.”

They ended up in the same bed that night. Jay lay on his side, his injured arm carefully propped up. 
Nikitha kept a respectful distance, lying stiffly on her side of the bed.
After a long silence, Jay spoke softly, almost pleading.

“I know I made many mistakes. I took you for granted… I failed to show you how much you meant to me. But seeing you here, taking care of me like this… it reminds me of the old days. When it was just us. When we were friends first.”

Nikitha stayed quiet for a moment, then replied in a calm but firm voice.

“Jay… don’t. I’m here because you need help right now. 
Not because things are going back to how they were.”
She turned slightly toward him, her eyes steady even in the dim light.

“I want a divorce. We should legally move on. 
This marriage was never real. It was a convenience that went on for too long. I’ve already chosen my path.”

Jay’s face tightened with pain, but he didn’t argue. He simply nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat.
The silence that followed was deafening.

---

Later that night, when Jay had finally fallen asleep, Nikitha slipped out of bed. 
She walked into the bathroom, locked the door, and let the tears she had been holding back all day finally fall.

She sat on the cold floor, hugging her knees, sobbing quietly so Jay wouldn’t hear.
After a few minutes, she pulled out her phone with trembling hands and texted Tharun:

Nikitha:
It’s harder than I thought.
I told him I want a divorce. It hurts me
I miss you already…

She stared at the screen, waiting for his reply, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

Minutes later, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Tharun:


Tharun:
I’m on the way. Come to the upper floor. I’ll be waiting there in 10 minutes.

Nikitha felt a strange surge of strength. She wiped her tears, quietly left the apartment, and went upstairs to the upper floor of the house.
When she opened the door, Tharun was already there. The moment she saw him, she rushed into his arms. He hugged her tightly as she broke down completely, burying her face in his chest and crying without restraint.

Tharun held her close, one hand gently stroking her hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on her back. He kissed her forehead several times, his voice low and steady as he whispered against her skin.

“I’m right here with you. Every step of this. You don’t have to carry this weight alone. I’ll handle whatever needs to be handled — the legal side, the talks, everything. You just focus on getting through these weeks. I’ll make sure you don’t feel trapped or guilty. We’ll take it one day at a time. You’re not alone in this. I’ve got you.”

He continued comforting her with soft, reassuring words, promising his constant support and presence. His voice was calm, patient, and full of quiet strength.

When her sobs finally eased, Tharun tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow, intense, and filled with longing. His tongue danced with hers, tasting the salt of her tears as his hands gripped her waist possessively, pulling her body flush against his. For several heated moments, the world around them disappeared — only the heat of their mouths, the desperate need in their touch, and the comfort of being in each other’s arms remained.

When they finally parted, Tharun gave her one last soft kiss on the lips and a gentle smile.

“Go back now. Sleep. I’m always with you.”

Nikitha nodded, feeling lighter. She quietly returned downstairs, slipped back into bed beside Jay, and closed her eyes.

Despite the storm in her heart, she slept peacefully that night — wrapped in the quiet strength of Tharun’s promise.

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Hi bud,

I am that unwanted guest. Also, thank you. IYKYK.

I just wanted to highlight the term AFFAIR. While the dictionary may assign it several meanings, here it simply means extramarital affair. Funny how it eventually became a love triangle instead.

Okay      you got me

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Chapter 112: Mundane Week, Emotional Distance, New Love and the Arrival of Unwanted guest

The days that followed were a strange mix of routine and emotional warfare.


Nikitha had taken leave for consecutive days to take care of Jay. On the first day back, she struggled badly. Every small act — helping him sit up, giving him medicine, cooking for him — brought waves of guilt and memories. But Tharun’s words from the previous night echoed in her mind, giving her the strength to push through. By the second day, she had steeled herself. She remained attentive and caring toward Jay, but her emotions were locked away behind a calm, composed mask.

To make her long absence along with Jay medical leave have no connection Sharmi and Tharun coordinated a careful plan at the office, As a part of it, it has been decided between the three that Nikitha will stay 4 days in a week at home and Sharmi will take care of Jay in an alternate days like, rest of 3 days.

On the third day, that's the first day Nikitha returned to the office while Sharmi took leave and went to Jay’s house to help monitor him.

Nikitha had loads of work, but her mind wavered only back to the house. Tharun had seen that, he knew she had been thinking about Jay even when she was here, he took it as his duty to make her forget him. He felt like she was destroying herself for no reason. He believed he must be someone who should guide her to light. 


He walked around her cabin, he genuinely helped her work on a few approvals, he even surprised her by finishing some works on her behalf and pinned a note on her desk. NIkitha felt pain thinking about Jay, but on other hand, she was genuinely happy to see Tharun making his best efforts to calm her, support her, in every possible way. 

For the first time in a long time, she genuinely thought about a future with Tharun, she believed her life will be good with such a heart, she wished if Jay can get someone understanding like tharun, she would happily move on.


By noone, she got a message from Tharun, Come to My Cabin Now!
Nikitha’s heart skipped as she made her way to his private cabin on the executive floor. The moment she stepped inside, Tharun locked the door behind her. Without a word, he pulled her into the attached bedroom — the same private space where they had once shared a long, breathless kiss marathon weeks ago.

He didn’t waste time. He backed her against the wall, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed freely — one sliding under her top to caress the warm skin of her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck. Nikitha responded with equal passion, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer. Their bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly like two pieces that belonged.

They kissed like a real couple who were in love…  slow and sensual at first, then growing more urgent. Tharun’s mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, then down to her neck, leaving soft, lingering kisses that made her shiver. He whispered between kisses, his breath hot against her skin, “I miss you every single second you’re not with me… I keep thinking about you at his house. Come here.”

Nikitha melted completely, letting out soft sighs as she kissed him back with growing confidence. She pushed him gently toward the bed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him as their kisses turned deeper, wetter, and more possessive. For nearly fifteen minutes, they lost themselves in each other — touching, caressing, and devouring one another with the ease and comfort of lovers who had already crossed many lines.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily, Tharun rested his forehead against hers

And said I cant wait for the day when i officially Marry you. 


This become the new routine for next few days, Nikitha and Sharmi, Stayed at Jay place on Alternate days. 


Every time Nikitha prepares to leave for the office. During those days, Tharun made sure Nikitha didn’t feel alone. He started small but meaningful routines that made her feel cherished. Every morning, he would pick her up from Jay’s house and take her out for breakfast at a quiet café near the office. He doesn't care, if Jay hates too see him in morning, he just comes there to home for Nikitha. They would sit across from each other, talking about random things — her favorite songs, funny office stories, or silly memories from their early days. Tharun would listen attentively, making her laugh with his dry humor, and always remind her gently, “You’re not alone in this. I’m right here.”


During lunch hours, he would take her to his cabin with the attached bedroom. Instead of just passion, they shared warm, intimate moments. Sometimes they would lie on the bed facing each other, talking softly about their future plans. Other times, he would pull her close and kiss her slowly, deeply, and lovingly — long, sensual kisses that left her breathless and smiling. He would caress her back, play with her hair, and whisper assuring words between kisses, making her feel safe, desired, and loved.

In the evenings, after office hours, Tharun would drop her back at Jay’s house. Before she got down from the car, he would hold her hand, look into her eyes, and say, “You’re doing incredibly well. I’m so grateful for how strong you’re being. Just remember — this is temporary. Our real life together is waiting.”
These small moments, breakfast dates, private lunches, warm conversations, and gentle kisses,  made Nikitha feel like they were already a real couple. They gave her the emotional fuel she needed to continue caring for Jay with grace.


By the end of 8 days, Nikitha had gained significant inner strength. She no longer felt like she would break at every glance from Jay. On the fifth day, she took him for a follow-up check-up. The scans came back clear, but the doctors advised another full week of complete rest.

When Nikitha drove him back from Hospital, he looked at her, her posture, her confidence, all made her look like someone new out there, Jay was quietly disappointed.

No matter what he tried, nothing seemed to shake Nikitha’s calm resolve.
In the mornings, he would speak softly about old memories — the times they cooked together, the late-night talks, or how they supported each other during tough times. He hoped it would melt her heart. Nikitha would listen politely, sometimes even smile faintly, but she never let the conversation go deeper. She would gently steer it back to practical things: “Take your medicine after breakfast” or “The doctor said you shouldn’t strain your elbow.”

During the day, when he tried emotional appeals — telling her how empty the house felt without her warmth, like when Sharmi was here in her place — she would stay composed. She wouldn’t argue or get angry. Instead, she would respond with kind but firm detachment: “Let’s focus on your recovery first. Be glad you had friends to help you” Her eyes remained soft, but the emotional wall she had built was unmistakable, he felt like he became a popular internet meme word, - Husband got Friendzoned.
Even in silence, when he would simply look at her with longing while she helped him change his bandages or adjust his pillows, she would avoid meeting his gaze for too long. Her touch was careful and caring, but it lacked the tenderness it once held. Even on Day 1, When they returned from Mumbai, he felt that, but in the past few days it was missing. There was no lingering of fingers, no soft smiles, no quiet comfort she used to offer so naturally.

She was kind — extremely kind — but emotionally distant.
It was as if she had drawn a clear line in her heart. She would fulfill her duty of taking care of him, but she refused to let him back into the space where she had once loved him freely.

Jay could feel it deeply. Every polite smile, every measured response, and every time she pulled away emotionally confirmed what he feared most: Nikitha had truly started moving on.

Jay had almost lost all hope.


After days of watching Nikitha’s calm, polite but emotionally distant behavior, the truth had finally settled deep in his bones. No matter how softly he spoke, how vulnerable he tried to appear, or how long he stayed silent hoping she would reach out — she remained kind, but far away. The wall she had built felt impenetrable.
The second week began on Wednesday. It was now Sharmi’s turn to take over the caregiving shift so Nikitha could return to the office full-time.

That evening, while Sharmi was helping Jay with his dinner — carefully feeding him spoonfuls of soup since moving his injured arm was still painful — the doorbell rang.
Sharmi stood up and opened the door. A middle-aged man stood outside — well-dressed in a crisp shirt, authoritative in his posture, and visibly shocked to see a woman who wasn’t Nikitha inside the house.
Jay’s face went pale the moment he recognized him.

It was his maternal uncle — the same man who had instigated much of the family pressure and drama against him in the past. The man who had always looked down on him and used every opportunity to shame him in front of the extended family.
The uncle stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his sharp eyes scanning the living room with clear confusion and disapproval.


“What is happening here?” he demanded, voice loud and accusatory. “Just a few hours ago, I saw another man taking your wife in his car from the medical shop… and now I find you here with some other woman?”

Jay froze. His heart began hammering violently in his chest. He saw them. He saw Tharun taking Nikitha in his car?!. The thought made his stomach churn with dread. He didn’t know how they had appeared in front of his uncle — like colleagues, or worse, like a real couple? He didn’t know whether he should agree to the truth or spin a desperate lie to save face. What if his uncle already know the truth and had come specifically to mock him? To rub salt on his already bleeding wounds

His uncle continued, raising an eyebrow with clear suspicion and a mocking tone, “Did you two get divorced already and you remarried so quickly?”

Jay felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The unexpected arrival of this man from his past brought a sudden, crushing tension into the house. If his uncle learned the full truth — the convenience marriage, Nikitha’s relationship with Tharun, the separation — he would certainly use it as ammunition. He would spread it across the entire family, shame Jay publicly, and turn it into another weapon to prove that Jay had failed again.

Sharmi stood awkwardly beside Jay, unsure how to handle the situation. Jay, still recovering and emotionally drained, could only stare at his uncle in silent dread.

The past had come knocking at the worst possible time.

Jay thought bitterly, That’s it. My face is going to be buried in the dust today.


But just as the silence grew unbearable, the sound of a car horn echoed from outside along with a sharp, persistent creech sound like something rubbing the road... sharp, persistent, and strangely timely.

When the sound stopped, there appeared a face that carried the missed tenderness, the kindness that gave him assurance like always: “I’m here to save you.” What happened on Wednesday? Why is there such a change all of a sudden? Jay's heart swelled with overwhelming emotion.

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Missed last paragraph in previous chapter, now updated, please referesh

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After Tharun sent that breakup text, he casually planned to meet her at the clinic like he was booking a doctor's appointment. I don't see any reaction from Mithra either. It feels like she's either already moved on, or she's just his imaginary girlfriend. How do people who've been in a long-term relationship take a breakup so casually?

If Nikki breaks any hearts it's Nikkitha Jay Sharmila Tharun. Sharmi is more invested in their relationship than Mithra. Sharmi whether did good or bad took it on herself became Organizer to help them.

Mithra and her story will enter only at right time.

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How about sharmi hiding her marriage? Whats the purpose? Nikki and her seems close but why would someone hide such things from friends?

Sharmi the character has a dedicated story line, she has a reason to hide it, she and her husband trying for kids and to avoid constant question on kids, she avoid telling about her marital status, and people are judgmental even Nikitha look out for mangalsutra in neck and metti in toe and assume she was un married, with Sharmi being name used in cross cultures, it made natural for people to assume she is unmarried, so no questions arise and she is not obliged to tell anyone. 

I had a chapter but i scrapped it as i feel its too prolonged one, it goes like Sharmi and Jay coming out of hospital, like Jay know about her medical issues and he take her to a known doctor who could solve her problem, and Nikki seeing them and think they were in affair, looking at hospital name, she think otherwise, i completely removed this chapter and angle, these happens before business trip, as i wanted to play more with feelings or emotions than situational misunderstandings. 

This is how when we write characters they always have purpose and a back story, even naming them have a purpose. If i had used a name Jennifer , Nikki would have asked are you married. Using Sharmila a name used in common, she thought otherwise. Authors liberty to make them deliver a point :)

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Nikki and jay family were there in the temple only for few minutes and after knowing they are lovers they cursed and left the place and it has been years since they moved to Bangalore. She didn't talk to any of his family members. How did they trace and this uncle remember nikki is surprising element.

It looks like you missed two chapters in a row,  where the maternal uncle meet him at hospital, followed by Jay and Nikkitha going to Jay's Village where unlce tricked and shamed him before Jay's father.  This exactly happened after he shifted to Bangalore. :)

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When time comes, it will be revealed my friend, its not forgotten. Everything will have purpose but will be revealed at right time when it makes most impact. 

~RCF

Glad you have that patience.

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Amzad my friend, I have sincere advice, I have seen you comment on many stories including the time from Krish's story...you are emotional and too connected with stories but the choice of your words in expressing your angst against characters need to change...it offends writers...they selflessly give their time and effort to write stories for free so do not be harsh in judging their skill...

Words we choose should be constructive...for ex, there is no need for you to say, Heygi forgets his characters as usual, instead say when he actually forgets and point that when time comes but not early...he is ready to take criticism but that doesn't mean we should take it for granted and say anything that we want, it only muddles a healthy atmosphere here where readers are interacting and expressing their love for the story...we are all strangers but interact here for only story so keep it to story and not personal. Respect is important bro! Take it coming from a friend and please read your comment again before you post it....I know you are good and only mean well at the end. 

~RCF

Thanks, two chapters on the way :)

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Chapter 113 - The Wednesday - The Mirror 1


The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains as Nikkitha stood before the mirror, adjusting the dbang of her salwar. Her mind was already drifting toward the day’s tasks when her phone buzzed. Tharun had arrived early and was waiting in the car downstairs. She smiled to herself, quickly gathering her things.

By the time she stepped out, Sharmi had joined them. The three exchanged quick greetings, and the car pulled away from the apartment complex. But instead of taking the familiar route to the office, Tharun turned onto an unfamiliar road. Nikkitha glanced at him curiously.

After a few minutes, the car slowed and stopped outside a charming little restaurant tucked away from the main traffic. The place looked serene—soft lighting, gentle instrumental music floating in the air, and the comforting aroma of fresh coffee and spices.

“Tharun, this spot is almost five kilometers off our usual route,” Nikkitha said, half-amused, half-concerned. “Won’t we get late?”

He turned to her with a warm, reassuring smile. 
“Today, you don’t need to worry about that. Stop asking questions and just enjoy the moment with me.”

She couldn’t help but smile back. They stepped inside together. The breakfast spread—fluffy idlis, crisp dosas, perfectly seasoned chutneys, and aromatic filter coffee—was delicious. For the first time in weeks, Nikkitha allowed herself to truly relax, savoring not just the food but the gentle care Tharun showered on her. His eyes rarely left her face, and every small gesture felt like a quiet promise.

When they returned to the car, Tharun once again steered away from the office route. Nikkitha turned to him, eyebrows raised.
“What are you doing? Aren’t we going to the office?”

He grinned. “No. We’re going to watch a movie.”
“What?” She was pleasantly surprised, though worry quickly followed. 
“Tharun, we have work. I left Jay with responsibilities, and I need to balance things at the office about my absence…”

Tharun reached over and gently squeezed her hand. “I know. But not today. You need a break too. I don’t want your life to become mundane. We should find time for fun, for each other—to talk, to simply be. Ever since we came back from Mumbai, you’ve been so caught up in taking care of everything… and everyone. You need to breathe as well.”

Nikkitha looked into his eyes, feeling a rush of warmth that nearly brought tears. She was overwhelmed by how deeply he understood her.
“I don’t know what I can ever give back to you,” she whispered. “You love me too much.”

“Then let’s start by spending the day together,” he replied softly.
She smiled, catching his hand. “Actually… let’s not go to the movie.”
“Why not?”

“I don’t want to sit in a theatre today,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes. “You know how it would go. We’d watch for a few minutes, then start talking, then I’d probably cry about something, you’d console me, and then we’d end up kissing anyway.” She laughed at her own words.
Tharun burst out laughing too. “So it’s become that predictable, huh?”

“Maybe,” she teased. 

Tharun said, then “Let’s go to our home instead. We’ve never really spent a full day there. 
It’s going to be our home one day. 
Consider it as a trailer for future, Let’s just… be there.”

Her face lit up. “Nice. Im in, Let’s pick up some vegetables—I’ll cook for you.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I’ll cook for you.”

They stopped at a nearby grocery store, filling a bag with fresh vegetables, spices, and a few other essentials. 
The drive to Tharun’s apartment felt charged with quiet excitement.

The moment they stepped inside and the door clicked shut, Tharun wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. 
Nikkitha leaned back into his chest, her heart racing. 
She turned in his embrace and looked up at him.

What can I possibly give a man who gives me everything? 
The thought kept echoing in her mind.

She placed the grocery bag on the table and turned back to him. “Let me cook some other day. Right now, I just want to spend time with you.”
Tharun didn’t need another invitation. In one smooth motion, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed.

Nikkitha looked around, taking in the room. 
It was tastefully done—minimal yet elegant. 
A large mirror adorned the headrest wall, reflecting the soft city view from the curtained window.

“You’re such a tasteful man,” she murmured.

He smiled as he removed his shirt, left in just his pants, and settled against the headrest. 
“That’s why I got lucky with someone as beautiful as you.” He patted the space beside him invitingly.

She moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder.
For a few moments, they simply breathed together.
She recounted everything happened in past weeks, 
how she cried in bathroom, and how he came all over the night for her. 
And today with a day taking off for her, a dedicated time for her. 

This man gives me everything even after knowing i didnt love him yet. she thought.


“I don’t have words to thank you,” she said softly. “You’ve been my savior. I thought leaving that relationship would destroy me… but you made sure it didn’t. You waited so patiently, giving me time so I wouldn’t feel like I was missing out on anything.”
Tharun stroked her hair, listening.

She wanted to change the topic, she quickly composed herself and she looked around. 
Her gaze drifted to the large mirror. “Why do you have such a big mirror here? And what are those little stars pasted on it?”
Tharun chuckled. “It’s my magic mirror.”

“Magic mirror?” she asked, amused.
“Yeah. A strange, honest man appears in it sometimes he is straight-talking, moral, no-nonsense. Whenever I make a mistake, I stand in front of it and question myself. It feels like someone else is holding me accountable, even though it’s just me talking to myself. But it helps me stay grounded.”

Nikkitha laughed softly. “Interesting. Why call it magic?”

“Because these days, real conscience is rare. My inner voice only shows up occasionally—like magic, sudden and unexpected.”
She turned toward the mirror. “Has this honest man appeared recently?”

Tharun looked at their reflection, his voice turning sincere.
 “Yes. When I started falling for a married woman I was only supposed to be casual with… he showed up and scolded me for spoiling her life.”

Nikkitha’s eyes softened. She told, Tell him you gave shelter to that women whose life was already spoiled by uncertainties.   She studied the mirror as if the figure might actually appear. “Has he shown up lately?”

Tharun’s gaze met hers in the reflection. He reads her mind and want to cut off her restless mind.. 

he said.. “He’s here right now. He’s asking why I’m wasting time talking nonsense when I have such a beautiful woman beside me. He says I should make her pregnant, give her my child, and let him shape them into better people.”

Nikkitha gasped and playfully smacked his arm. “If you want to have sex with me, just ask! 
Don’t spout all this nonsense!”

Tharun laughed, pulling her closer. “I wasn’t making it up to seduce you. I really do talk to myself through that mirror. It keeps me honest.”
She searched his eyes for a moment, then smiled. “Okay… I believe you Mr. Honest.”




“Good,” he whispered, cupping her face. 
“Because I don’t want to lie to be with you. If I want you, I’ll ask… or I’ll simply take you when the moment feels right.”

While Nikkitha was about to lose herself again to Tharun, she doesnt know she is going t face a brutal truth, in the same bedroom. 

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Chapter: 114 - The Wednesday - Mirror that brings the truth.


The kiss that began softly quickly ignited into something far more primal. Tharun’s lips pressed harder against Nikkitha’s, and soon their tongues were tangling hungrily, tasting each other with raw urgency. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the bedroom as they devoured one another. Fifteen minutes passed in a heated blur of lips, tongues, and heavy breathing. Saliva dripped down their chins, but neither cared. Their hands roamed desperately over each other’s bodies.

Tharun finally pulled back, eyes dark with lust. In one swift motion, he yanked her modern kurti up and over her head, exposing her lacy black bra. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and peeled them down her smooth thighs, tossing them aside. Nikkitha now lay beneath him in nothing but her matching bra and panty, her chest heaving.

They fell back into the kiss immediately, even more fiercely this time. Tharun’s hands squeezed her breasts through the thin fabric while she moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back.

He noticed it clearly now — unlike the previous night, Nikkitha was unusually eager, almost aggressive in her hunger. Her body arched into him, her kisses deeper, her soft whimpers turning into needy moans. It made him smile against her lips. He pulled away just enough to stand up beside the bed.

Tharun stripped off his pants and threw his V-cut brief aside without hesitation. His thick, hard cock sprang free — fully erect, veins pulsing, the swollen head already glistening with precum. It throbbed visibly in front of her face.

“How about some oral, like last time?” he asked with a wicked wink. “Who’s starting first, baby?”

Nikkitha didn’t speak. She simply slid to the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on his massive erection. She wrapped her soft hand around the thick shaft, feeling it twitch in her grip, and leaned forward. Her warm, wet tongue swirled around the head, tasting his salty precum before she opened her mouth wide and took him in.

She sucked him with intense passion — bobbing her head fast and deep, hollowing her cheeks, her tongue working the underside of his cock. Wet, slurping sounds echoed as she took more than half his length, gagging slightly but refusing to stop. For nearly ten minutes she blew him like she was starving for it, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her breasts.

Tharun groaned deeply, his hand eventually fisting her hair. “baby that’s it.” He started thrusting into her mouth, face-fucking her with growing force. His heavy balls slapped against her chin as he drove his cock deeper into her throat. Nikkitha’s eyes watered, but she took it, moaning around his shaft. After several intense minutes of rough face-fucking, Tharun pulled out with a guttural growl.

Thick ropes of hot cum erupted across her face — splattering her cheeks, lips, and chin. Some landed on her tongue as she gasped for air. Nikkitha smiled up at him, her face glistening with his seed, looking utterly sinful.
“My turn, baby,” Tharun said, his voice husky.

He pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. He ripped her panty off and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue attacked her dripping pussy with expert skill — licking long strokes from her entrance to her swollen clit, then sucking the sensitive bud hard. He pushed two fingers inside her wet cunt, curling them against her G-spot while his tongue flicked rapidly.

For ten long, torturous minutes he ate her out like a man possessed. Nikkitha writhed and moaned loudly, her juices coating his face. Her hips bucked against his mouth as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

“Ahh… Tharun… fuck! I can’t… I’m losing my mind!” she cried, her body trembling.
He finally pulled back, lips shiny with her arousal, and smiled. “Small break, beautiful. Catch your breath.”

Nikkitha laughed breathlessly, still shaking. “You’re making me go mad with that tongue… I lose all senses when you treat me like this.”
She reached for him, eyes burning with need.
Tharun i shamelessly admit it,  “Just fuck me already. I want you inside me.”
You tease me so much before the sex. 

Tharun smirked. “I’m bored of regular missionary. 

Can we try something new? 
Like what she asked. 

Tharun said, It’s almost like cowgirl but slower… more sensual.
 I lie on my back, and you ride me nice and slow, grinding on my cock. Think you can handle it?”

Nikkitha looked doubtful, a shy hesitation crossing her flushed face. Tharun noticed immediately and didn’t push. Instead, he gently laid her back down, spreading her legs wide again. He positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing his still-hard, cum-slick cock against her soaked pussy lips.

“Another time then,” he whispered.

He pushed forward slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching her tight walls. Nikkitha moaned loudly as he filled her completely, bottoming out deep inside her. Tharun started thrusting — slow and sensual at first, letting her feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging along her inner walls.
Gradually, his pace increased. The sensual strokes turned harder, deeper, more urgent. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with her loud moans and his grunts. He gripped her hips, pounding into her wet cunt with powerful strokes, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… so wet for me,” he growled, leaning down to bite her neck while slamming into her.
Nikkitha wrapped her legs around him, nails raking down his back as another orgasm built inside her. The room filled with the obscene sounds of their raw fucking — wet squelching, heavy breathing, and filthy moans.

Tharun kept driving into her relentlessly, chasing their shared pleasure, completely lost in the heat of the moment.

Just as she was getting deeply fucked in missionary, a powerful thought flashed through Nikkitha’s mind. What more can I give to a man who has given me everything? She wanted to please him, to return even a fraction of the love and pleasure he showered on her.

“Stop…” she gasped between moans.

Tharun immediately slowed and pulled out, concern flashing across his face. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to try it,” she said breathlessly, her eyes filled with determination. “That position you mentioned. I want to ride you.”
Tharun hesitated. “What if it hurts? The angle might feel unexpected at first…”

“Practice makes perfect,” she replied, smiling seductively. “Let’s try. What harm can it do?”
Seeing her insistence, Tharun finally nodded. He lay down on his back in the center of the bed, his rock-hard cock standing straight up, thick and veined, still slick from her juices.

Nikkitha climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She positioned herself over his throbbing erection, holding the base with one hand. The moment the swollen head pressed against her dripping entrance, a shiver ran through both of them. She slowly lowered herself, inch by inch, letting her tight, wet pussy swallow his thick cock.

“Ohhh… fuck…” she moaned deeply as he stretched her walls in this new angle. The penetration felt incredibly intimate — fuller, deeper, more intense. Once he was buried to the hilt inside her, she paused, savoring the way her vagina gripped him so tightly.

She began to move — slow, sensual rolls of her hips. It was pure torture in the most delicious way. Her slick pussy slid up and down his shaft in long, grinding strokes. Their bodies were pressed together, her full breasts brushing against his chest as she leaned forward. Their mouths found each other again in a deep, passionate kiss, tongues dancing while she rode him.

For several long minutes, they stayed locked in this slow, intimate rhythm. The room was filled with wet sounds of her pussy sliding along his cock, their heavy breathing, and muffled moans into each other’s mouths.

Tharun’s hands roamed her back and ass, squeezing her soft flesh. Unable to stay completely still, he started thrusting his hips upward, meeting her downward movements, driving his cock even deeper into her.

Nikkitha bit her lip hard, a sharp moan escaping as the new angle hit her most sensitive spots. She kissed him harder, riding him with increasing passion. Her juices coated his balls and thighs as she moved faster.

“I’m close…” she whimpered against his lips.

“Me too, baby. Cum with me,” Tharun groaned, gripping her hips tightly and pounding up into her.

Their bodies tensed together. With a loud, shared cry, they came hard at the same time. Tharun’s cock pulsed deep inside her, flooding her pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. Nikkitha’s walls clenched violently around him, milking every drop as her orgasm ripped through her body in powerful waves. She trembled on top of him, their mouths still locked in a messy, orgasmic kiss.

They stayed connected like that for a long time, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat, his cum slowly leaking out of her stuffed pussy.


They stayed locked together in the afterglow, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Tharun was completely overwhelmed. The way Nikkitha had taken control, her fierce spirit, and the raw intensity she showed him — it touched something deep inside him. She remained on top, straddling him, his thick cock still buried deep in her cum-filled pussy. His shaft pulsed inside her, hot semen slowly leaking out around his girth and dripping down onto his balls.

Their eyes met, burning with the same heat. They kissed again — slow, deep, and messy — even as their bodies trembled from the powerful orgasm. They had collapsed onto each other, yet neither had lost the fire. His cock was still semi-hard inside her, ready for another round.
Tharun stroked her back tenderly and whispered against her lips, “Nikki… I love you. I just wonder… what will you do to me when you truly start loving me back with all your heart?”

Nikkitha let out a soft laugh, still impaled on his cock. She slowly rose from his chest, sitting upright on his lap with her legs spread on either side of him. His dick remained fully lodged inside her dripping pussy. She could feel every twitch and the warmth of his cum deep in her womb.

“Why does this please you so much?” she asked, gently grinding once on his lap, making him groan.

“It’s not just about the pleasure,” Tharun replied, his hands resting on her thighs. “I saw how intense you were this time… like you wanted to show me something special. Why?”

Nikkitha stayed seated on him, his cock still stretching her sensitive walls. She looked down at him with vulnerable eyes.

“You’ve done so much for me, Tharun. You are my future. You are my everything now,” she said softly. “But you know what? I still haven’t completely gotten over him. Something inside still hurts. Yet I want to honor you. I want to show you that I’m ready… that I’m willing to do anything for you. Right now, sex is the only way I can give you that assurance — a token of my commitment to our better future once I finally push his memories out of my mind. It’s also my way of acknowledging everything you’ve done for me. This is my way of loving you.”



As she spoke, her gaze drifted to the large mirror on the headrest wall. In that moment, she watched her face, suddenly her mind felt a Dejavu like she already heard the same word said by some one. 



Its jay.. Its jay words, her inner conscience screamed 



"My way of expressing love"



Nikki, did you forget? When Jay compared you with Anjali, the very next day he said he loved you. Sex was his way of expressing love to you. If you’re helpless and can’t move on from Jay’s love, and used sex to express yourself to Tharun. Remember — Jay was once in your position. His ex left him behind, and he came to you. Just like Tharun, you were sincere to him. Maybe he found it hard to reciprocate love, just like you.. so he chose sex, just like you’re doing now.



For a split second, the realization hit her like a thunderbolt.  Her inner conscience and the mirror reflected her own hypocrisy or truth for the larger part back at her.



Tharun couldn't see her expression. He gripped her hips firmly and pulled her down to his chest again. Her soft, heavy breasts crushed mercilessly against him as he held her close.



“Can we go for round two?” he whispered hotly, his cock twitching eagerly inside her cum-soaked pussy.

Nikkitha froze. The emotional storm inside her erupted.


“No,” she said instantly, her voice firm.

She rose quickly, letting his cock slip out of her with a wet sound. Thick globs of his cum dripped down her thighs as she climbed off the bed. Without another word, she ran to the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it behind her.

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Chapter 115: She Arrived at the right time


Nikkitha locked the bathroom door and leaned heavily against it, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her heart was still racing from the intense sex and the emotional storm that had crashed over her moments ago. Without wasting another second, she turned on the hot shower and stepped under the scalding spray. Steam filled the small space as she scrubbed her body vigorously, as if she could wash away the guilt now clinging to her skin like a second layer.

The truth she had confronted in the mirror hurt far worse than she had expected. She regretted not giving Jay enough opportunity to explain himself. She realized that love didn’t always have to be expressed in the way one expected — it could be messy, imperfect, and still real.

She stood at a painful crossroads, but she knew she couldn’t go backward. The past was done. What mattered now was how she moved forward — how she could treat both men better without repeating the coldness she had shown in recent days.

Jay’s words echoed in her mind: “You are going to hurt several hearts in the process.” She was starting to experience the truth of that. She had hurt Jay without fully realizing it, and now she had left Tharun hanging in the middle of something raw and unfinished.

Do I even deserve any of them? she questioned herself bitterly. I’m sorry, Jay…

She also knew Tharun was waiting outside. She didn’t want him worrying about her wavering heart and mind. Taking a deep breath, she made a silent promise: she would at least be honest and patient with Tharun. As for Jay, she couldn’t fix everything, but she could treat him with the dignity he deserved.

Determination slowly settled over her. One day, when Jay eventually moved on with someone who could love him fully, she would apologize to him properly. Until then, she would honor what they once shared in whatever small ways she could.

She dried herself, composed her expression, and stepped out of the bathroom looking calm on the surface, though her eyes still carried the heavy weight of her inner conflict.

Tharun was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her with clear concern. “Nikki… are you okay?”
“I had sudden stomach pain,” she lied smoothly. “It’s gone now.”

Tharun didn’t fully believe her, but he chose not to push. He simply nodded and pulled her into a gentle, protective hug. After a quiet lunch together, Nikkitha suggested they head back to her place.

Deep down, she wanted to cook something special for Jay — a small token of apology. She didn’t want to send him the wrong message, but she needed to do something.

On the way home, Nikkitha suddenly asked Tharun to stop at a medical shop.
“I need to get some control pills,” she said quietly. Tharun waited in the car while she went inside and purchased emergency contraceptive pills. As she was getting back into the car, a familiar face in the side mirror made her blood run cold.

Jay’s maternal uncle.
He had clearly recognized her — and worse, he had seen her with Tharun. His car immediately pulled out and began following them.
For several kilometers, Nikkitha kept glancing at the mirror, her anxiety rising. “Tharun, speed up,” she said urgently. “A known person is following us. We need to lose him.”

Tharun didn’t ask questions. He pressed the accelerator, taking sharp turns to deviate from the usual route. The chase grew tense and dangerous. In the panic and distraction, Tharun misjudged a turn and accidentally clipped the vehicle ahead of them. The harsh sound of scbanging metal filled the air.

The moment the collision happened, Jay’s maternal uncle sped past them, racing ahead toward their house with clear intent.

Nikkitha’s heart pounded wildly. I’m caught. But she quickly pulled herself together. She stepped out, exchanged details with the other driver, handed over her office visiting card, and calmly said, “It’s an emergency. We’ll handle everything. Please contact my office for any claims.”

She turned back to Tharun, her voice steady despite the chaos. “Drive to the house. He’s heading there. I need to handle this.”


At house

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the doorbell rang.

Sharmi stood up and opened the door. A middle-aged man stood outside — well-dressed in a crisp shirt, authoritative in his posture, and visibly shocked to see a woman who wasn’t Nikitha inside the house.
Jay’s face went pale the moment he recognized him.

It was his maternal uncle — the same man who had instigated much of the family pressure and drama against him in the past. The man who had always looked down on him and used every opportunity to shame him in front of the extended family.
The uncle stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his sharp eyes scanning the living room with clear confusion and disapproval.


“What is happening here?” he demanded, voice loud and accusatory. “Just a few hours ago, I saw another man taking your wife in his car from the medical shop… and now I find you here with some other woman?”

Jay froze. His heart began hammering violently in his chest. He saw them. He saw Tharun taking Nikitha in his car?!. The thought made his stomach churn with dread. He didn’t know how they had appeared in front of his uncle — like colleagues, or worse, like a real couple? He didn’t know whether he should agree to the truth or spin a desperate lie to save face. What if his uncle already know the truth and had come specifically to mock him? To rub salt on his already bleeding wounds

His uncle continued, raising an eyebrow with clear suspicion and a mocking tone, “Did you two get divorced already and you remarried so quickly?”

Jay felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The unexpected arrival of this man from his past brought a sudden, crushing tension into the house. If his uncle learned the full truth — the convenience marriage, Nikitha’s relationship with Tharun, the separation — he would certainly use it as ammunition. He would spread it across the entire family, shame Jay publicly, and turn it into another weapon to prove that Jay had failed again.

Sharmi stood awkwardly beside Jay, unsure how to handle the situation. Jay, still recovering and emotionally drained, could only stare at his uncle in silent dread.

The past had come knocking at the worst possible time.

Jay thought bitterly, That’s it. My face is going to be buried in the dust today.


But just as the silence grew unbearable, the sound of a car horn echoed from outside along with a sharp, persistent creech sound like something rubbing the road... sharp, persistent, and strangely timely.

When the sound stopped, there appeared a face that carried the missed tenderness, the kindness that gave him assurance like always: “I’m here to save you.” What happened on Wednesday? Why is there such a change all of a sudden? Jay's heart swelled with overwhelming emotion.

Here she is 
Nikkitha 

She stepped inside like the queen had entered to show the uncle his place. 

The moment Jay saw her, everything shifted. She wasn’t carrying the cold resentment of the past few weeks. Instead, her eyes held the old tenderness — the same soft, reassuring kindness that had always made him feel chosen, protected, and loved. It was the Nikkitha who used to stand by him no matter what.

She looked at him with genuine care, mixed with visible guilt. Without hesitation, she walked straight toward the uncle, her presence commanding the room.

Hi, Jay's Uncle, why do you followed me from medical shop? and why do you ran here as soon as my car got halted ? Jay did he had anything Sharmi, did you offered him tea? 

Jay stared at her, a chaotic mix of shock, overwhelming relief, and lingering hurt swirling inside him. For the first time in weeks, she was looking at him the way she used to — like he still mattered. Like she would choose him again if needed.


His heart swelled with heavy, conflicting emotions. What happened today? Why this sudden change? The same woman who had grown distant and cold was now standing here like a savior, stepping into the fire for him once again.



Nikkitha glanced at Jay for a brief moment. In that silent look, she tried to convey everything she couldn’t say out loud yet — her regret, her apology, and the complicated tenderness she still carried for him.


The uncle stood stunned, caught off guard by her unexpected arrival and composed demeanor. The confrontation that was about to explode had suddenly been paused by the very person at the center of it all.

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Good night guys :D :)

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Damn, that was unexpected. I skipped all the copulation scenes because Nikkitha's realization hit me much harder.

Nikkitha raised a major red flag for me. Tharun, run away from her. She has a lot of unresolved baggage.

For the first time, none of the characters felt morally grey. They were simply right or wrong, which took away some of the complexity.

The sex ultimately became meaningless because Nikkitha's heart was somewhere else.

At this point, only a tragic ending can truly justify Nikkitha's actions. Anything less would feel unearned.

Now  i understand why many people questioning me when i have answers in same chapters. 

You want something, and you selectively read only that part and complain about when it doesn't sound logical :D

Today some guy even asked me, how the uncle remember her when he them only once, but as per story he met them twice back to back chapters and he humiliated them to the fullest.

Read fully bro :)