05-07-2026, 09:46 AM
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Adultery A Husband and Wife’s Playful Texts Turn Into a Complicated Affair [COMPLETED]Completed
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05-07-2026, 10:22 AM
(05-07-2026, 10:07 AM)RCF Wrote: Interesting, I expected a separation but not like this one, this one felt fake from Jay, why dance, laugh, as if its not impacting him, dance was OK like for old times but I didn't like the laugh nor the nonchalant way he ended it...He knows his act cannot be hidden from Nikita, they both each other well....Should have been much simpler and honest...
~RCF
He just wanted to show nothing gonna affect him. He don't want to show himself like see you done this, it hurt me we are splitting. NO he don't want to be that.
He just wanted to show, go away, it wont bother me, look at me yourself, see who you are missing out, gonna feel, i don't care.
Its more of a bold statement
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05-07-2026, 10:49 AM
(05-07-2026, 10:30 AM)RCF Wrote: I know what you are saying and I understood that already but I felt it fake compared to Nikita, Nikita is in this position before, she took time, she accepted her reality, whatever it is right or wrong from overall truth, in her mind she moved on or she thought she moved on but there was pain, honesty and struggle in her approach how she ended it and it felt genuine.. that's why we can still empathize with her as her transition and moving on was grounded, real...
Jay pretending that nothing impacts him, see this is what you are missing again shows his arrogance not his sacrifice, I don't want that, he and her are same in terms of love, I believe that, they just do not understand well but their hearts do...He wants to hide his true pain that much is good but acting like nothing impacts him anymore and when truly moving on means like a sudden switch one acts such way doesn't show humility nor feel real...
Anyways, that's my take...
~RCF
Yes absolutely he is faking it. He wants a start fresh start, he indeed don't want any pity on him, he doesnt want someone to look like down or pity.. it may not be real, we are almost closer to climax. I cannot pin 10-15 chapters to show his progression over it. Nikitha started with similar fakeness, at the very start but soon she moved on. Similar way, Jay is doing it now.
No one can transform overnight, but the intent can come, the show off, of fakness, would give them a strength for the moment. That lease of hope will drive them further.
05-07-2026, 10:59 AM
(05-07-2026, 10:53 AM)RCF Wrote: Did Jay really sleep with Anjali? I have this nagging feeling that he never did and it was a deal between them to pretend and put a show
Did any one actually see them fcking? Why saying this because everything about Jay sits right with me but him becoming possessive when Anjali kept growing close to Tharun didn't feel right at all, like him banging the desk out of jealousy, frustration and in desperation he took her again into store room to show Tharun who she belongs to in real.....that attitude, behavior doesn't sit well at all with some one who was in love with Nikita even unknowingly at that time....I feel there is some story that is yet to be unfolded which clarifies for me his feelings and behvaior with Anjali, also him saying I didn't even allow Anjali to be with Tharun why would I allow you, my wife...all this is so out of place in his character arc...
~RCF
Its a closed chapter, it happened, he was in affair with her. Its a mistake, it has no heart only heat. So anywhere in future it has no weight. He got closer to deviate her, give her need addressed, soon they started physical affair. When you have everything, you will get an unwanted ego, to show who you are, that thing reversed everything.
That event triggered a idea in Tharun
That event triggered a pain in Nikitha
Which lands him today.
05-07-2026, 12:02 PM
Chapter 129 - The Farewell Hug.
When Nikitha opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jay’s face hovering over her, brows furrowed with genuine worry. She was lying on their bed. A lady doctor stood beside him, packing her bag.
“She seems a bit weak,” the doctor said calmly. “Probably didn’t eat enough, combined with stress and lack of proper sleep. Her blood pressure shot up suddenly, causing her to faint. She’ll be fine in a few hours. Make sure she stays hydrated and eats nutritious food.” With a polite nod, the doctor left.
Jay sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her for a long moment. “What happened?” he asked softly.
Nikitha turned her face away, her voice blank. “It’s nothing. I just didn’t get enough sleep.”
Jay’s jaw tightened as memories of the previous night flooded back — Nikitha and Tharun together, their passionate adventures echoing in his mind. He swallowed the bitterness and simply nodded.
Nikitha asked, why do you suddenly giving me the divorce.
Ja: Because i realised, we have nothing to have something for ourself.
I have seen myself, you have really moved on.
I don want to stress you much, but things has to come this way, we need to speak, we have to divorce and speak Terms that works for both .
Nikitha: Don't think too much, pin whatever terms you want, i will agree and sign it.
Jay: “Fine. When you’re ready, let’s sign the papers.”
She agreed without argument.
A little later, Nikitha pushed herself up and leaned back against the headrest. She looked at him properly for the first time since waking. “You look new,” she said quietly. “I’m glad you took care of yourself before we going to your village.”
Jay’s expression remained steady. “We? No. Only I’m going. The moment I realised we may not work out, I knew it wasn’t advisable to take you there. You should continue with your Cochin plans with Tharun.”
He paused, then added firmly, “In precise, you are not coming to the village. Only I am going.”
Nikitha said nothing. The silence stretched between them.
Moments later, Jay continued, “Also, after the divorce, we’ll need to think about this house. Maybe we should sell it and split the share. It has your income invested in it too. I don’t think you saved enough to fight a legal case against your stepmother right now — that could stay pending for a long time. I don’t have enough cash to buy you out completely either. Besides, this place has become nothing but a memory of our togetherness. I don’t want either of us holding onto it without purpose or meaning. Let’s sell it.”
A single tear slipped down Nikitha’s cheek.
“What?” Jay asked gently.
She shrugged, wiping it away. “Nothing… just a little sentiment.”
“I understand,” he said softly.
He continued, “I’m doing pretty well now. My health has recovered. I don’t want you staying here just to take care of me. You can move on with your life. Physically move too… go to Tharun’s place. If I had another place ready, I would move out myself. But right now, you have an alternate place. Give up this space to me for a few days.”
Nikitha kept looking at his face, searching for something — anger, pain, hesitation — but found only quiet resolve. She finally nodded. “Tharun went to Mumbai today. Maybe I’ll stay here one more night and pack my things in the morning.”
Jay agreed without protest.
The rest of the day passed in heavy silence. Post noon, Nikitha cooked something light for both of them. By evening, she began packing her clothes and belongings with a heavy heart. Every corner of the house felt alive with memories — the furniture they had chosen together, the small decorative pieces, the kitchen where they had shared countless meals. Everything whispered what she was truly leaving behind. The weight of her choices settled deeper with every item she folded.
Night fell. They slept on the same bed, maintaining some distance at first. After a long silence, Nikitha finally spoke.
“Do you really ready to move on?”
Jay turned toward her. “Yes.”
“So you are not faking it?”
“I’m not faking it,” he replied honestly.
“But I won’t hide that it pains me. I’ll involve myself in things that bring me happiness and help me move forward.”
She shifted closer to him, her voice softening. “Can I ask you one thing?”
Jay looked at her. “What?”
“Shall I hug you… once? I just want to feel your warmth. After all these years of togetherness… just once. Maybe our farewell.”
She didn’t wait for his answer. Nikitha moved forward and hugged him tightly from behind, burying her face against his back. Silent sobs shook her body as tears flowed freely.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered brokenly.
“Allow me to sleep like this just tonight.
Tomorrow I promise I’ll leave without any baggage in my heart.
Let me cry my heart out now, please don't stop me and please don't think im trying to patch up between us.
Sorry for failing you.
I can see now… you are finally capable of moving on.”
Jay turned around.
Jay’s arms slowly came around her, holding her close. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth.
Later, she murmured against his chest, “I want you to adjust with me for a few more days. I would like to surprise you too… for your own good.” She paused, voice cracking. “All these days I have never said this, but I will tell you now — I truly loved you. And I realised you loved me too. But everything is done. Every line has been crossed. The fault is mine, i should have waited, gave you enough time, i rushed, and in process like you said i hurt many hearts. Now, with respect to our bonding, We have nothing left for ourselves. I’m sorry…”
You were right, everything goes well, looked good, when we were just friends, the moment we realise love, we destroyed ourself.
It pains me when i realized, we destroyed the beautiful thing build by ourself.
Nothing can be reversed, I'm moving on with hope, we can be good in our respective lives.
Im Sorry i messed up.
Jay hugged her tighter, his own tears flooding silently as he hid his face in the curve of her neck.
They fell asleep in that warm, bittersweet embrace.
The next morning, when Jay woke up, the bed was already empty beside him. Nikitha had left.
At 7:00 AM, in Tharun’s apartment, Tharun sat on the sofa, still staring at his phone. He wanted to call her but didn’t know how to begin. The last message from Mithra still glowed on the screen:
“Do you think I will leave your life just like that?”
Attached was a photo of Mithra standing happily with Tharun’s father and mother. The text below read:
“They agreed to our marriage. I didn’t respond to your messages earlier because I was working hard to get this. Their approval. I won’t allow you to move away from me. With love, Mithra.”
The doorbell rang.
Tharun sighed and walked to the door. When he opened it, Nikitha stood there with her luggage, eyes red and swollen.
Before Tharun could say a word, Nikitha stepped forward, crying, and collapsed into his chest, embracing him tightly as fresh tears soaked his shirt.
When Nikitha opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jay’s face hovering over her, brows furrowed with genuine worry. She was lying on their bed. A lady doctor stood beside him, packing her bag.
“She seems a bit weak,” the doctor said calmly. “Probably didn’t eat enough, combined with stress and lack of proper sleep. Her blood pressure shot up suddenly, causing her to faint. She’ll be fine in a few hours. Make sure she stays hydrated and eats nutritious food.” With a polite nod, the doctor left.
Jay sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her for a long moment. “What happened?” he asked softly.
Nikitha turned her face away, her voice blank. “It’s nothing. I just didn’t get enough sleep.”
Jay’s jaw tightened as memories of the previous night flooded back — Nikitha and Tharun together, their passionate adventures echoing in his mind. He swallowed the bitterness and simply nodded.
Nikitha asked, why do you suddenly giving me the divorce.
Ja: Because i realised, we have nothing to have something for ourself.
I have seen myself, you have really moved on.
I don want to stress you much, but things has to come this way, we need to speak, we have to divorce and speak Terms that works for both .
Nikitha: Don't think too much, pin whatever terms you want, i will agree and sign it.
Jay: “Fine. When you’re ready, let’s sign the papers.”
She agreed without argument.
A little later, Nikitha pushed herself up and leaned back against the headrest. She looked at him properly for the first time since waking. “You look new,” she said quietly. “I’m glad you took care of yourself before we going to your village.”
Jay’s expression remained steady. “We? No. Only I’m going. The moment I realised we may not work out, I knew it wasn’t advisable to take you there. You should continue with your Cochin plans with Tharun.”
He paused, then added firmly, “In precise, you are not coming to the village. Only I am going.”
Nikitha said nothing. The silence stretched between them.
Moments later, Jay continued, “Also, after the divorce, we’ll need to think about this house. Maybe we should sell it and split the share. It has your income invested in it too. I don’t think you saved enough to fight a legal case against your stepmother right now — that could stay pending for a long time. I don’t have enough cash to buy you out completely either. Besides, this place has become nothing but a memory of our togetherness. I don’t want either of us holding onto it without purpose or meaning. Let’s sell it.”
A single tear slipped down Nikitha’s cheek.
“What?” Jay asked gently.
She shrugged, wiping it away. “Nothing… just a little sentiment.”
“I understand,” he said softly.
He continued, “I’m doing pretty well now. My health has recovered. I don’t want you staying here just to take care of me. You can move on with your life. Physically move too… go to Tharun’s place. If I had another place ready, I would move out myself. But right now, you have an alternate place. Give up this space to me for a few days.”
Nikitha kept looking at his face, searching for something — anger, pain, hesitation — but found only quiet resolve. She finally nodded. “Tharun went to Mumbai today. Maybe I’ll stay here one more night and pack my things in the morning.”
Jay agreed without protest.
The rest of the day passed in heavy silence. Post noon, Nikitha cooked something light for both of them. By evening, she began packing her clothes and belongings with a heavy heart. Every corner of the house felt alive with memories — the furniture they had chosen together, the small decorative pieces, the kitchen where they had shared countless meals. Everything whispered what she was truly leaving behind. The weight of her choices settled deeper with every item she folded.
Night fell. They slept on the same bed, maintaining some distance at first. After a long silence, Nikitha finally spoke.
“Do you really ready to move on?”
Jay turned toward her. “Yes.”
“So you are not faking it?”
“I’m not faking it,” he replied honestly.
“But I won’t hide that it pains me. I’ll involve myself in things that bring me happiness and help me move forward.”
She shifted closer to him, her voice softening. “Can I ask you one thing?”
Jay looked at her. “What?”
“Shall I hug you… once? I just want to feel your warmth. After all these years of togetherness… just once. Maybe our farewell.”
She didn’t wait for his answer. Nikitha moved forward and hugged him tightly from behind, burying her face against his back. Silent sobs shook her body as tears flowed freely.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered brokenly.
“Allow me to sleep like this just tonight.
Tomorrow I promise I’ll leave without any baggage in my heart.
Let me cry my heart out now, please don't stop me and please don't think im trying to patch up between us.
Sorry for failing you.
I can see now… you are finally capable of moving on.”
Jay turned around.
Jay’s arms slowly came around her, holding her close. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth.
Later, she murmured against his chest, “I want you to adjust with me for a few more days. I would like to surprise you too… for your own good.” She paused, voice cracking. “All these days I have never said this, but I will tell you now — I truly loved you. And I realised you loved me too. But everything is done. Every line has been crossed. The fault is mine, i should have waited, gave you enough time, i rushed, and in process like you said i hurt many hearts. Now, with respect to our bonding, We have nothing left for ourselves. I’m sorry…”
You were right, everything goes well, looked good, when we were just friends, the moment we realise love, we destroyed ourself.
It pains me when i realized, we destroyed the beautiful thing build by ourself.
Nothing can be reversed, I'm moving on with hope, we can be good in our respective lives.
Im Sorry i messed up.
Jay hugged her tighter, his own tears flooding silently as he hid his face in the curve of her neck.
They fell asleep in that warm, bittersweet embrace.
The next morning, when Jay woke up, the bed was already empty beside him. Nikitha had left.
At 7:00 AM, in Tharun’s apartment, Tharun sat on the sofa, still staring at his phone. He wanted to call her but didn’t know how to begin. The last message from Mithra still glowed on the screen:
“Do you think I will leave your life just like that?”
Attached was a photo of Mithra standing happily with Tharun’s father and mother. The text below read:
“They agreed to our marriage. I didn’t respond to your messages earlier because I was working hard to get this. Their approval. I won’t allow you to move away from me. With love, Mithra.”
The doorbell rang.
Tharun sighed and walked to the door. When he opened it, Nikitha stood there with her luggage, eyes red and swollen.
Before Tharun could say a word, Nikitha stepped forward, crying, and collapsed into his chest, embracing him tightly as fresh tears soaked his shirt.
05-07-2026, 12:12 PM
05-07-2026, 01:28 PM
Chapter 129 - Unclear Wind
Sharmi arrived at Jay’s house later that morning, carrying a small bag of fruits and some homemade food. The moment she stepped inside, an eerie calm greeted her. The house felt unusually quiet. She glanced toward the bedroom and saw Jay lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.
Curious, she looked around. The bed was neatly made, but many of Nikitha’s dresses were missing from the wardrobe. Her eyes then fell on the dining table — the divorce papers lay there, neatly signed by both of them. The finality hit her hard. Nikitha had truly moved on.
That was when Sharmi noticed the truth. Jay wasn’t sleeping. His eyes were tightly closed, but silent tears slipped down the sides of his face. He was quietly weeping, trying to hold himself together.
Sharmi’s heart twisted. She slowly moved back to the hall and sat at the table, her mind flooding with memories. She recalled how Jay had always supported her, guided her through tough times. She knew how sweet Jay and Nikitha had once been as a couple. Deep down, she believed Mumbai had changed everything — and that she herself was one of the main reasons. Her playful cupid games, her jealousy, and her interference had snowballed into this painful separation.
She was grateful that Jay had never shown disappointment or anger toward her, even though she felt partly responsible for their split. Her heart ached with guilt. Anger bubbled up when she thought of Nikitha happily starting a new life with Tharun, while Jay was the one left suffering alone.
Sharmi slapped her own cheek lightly, disgusted with herself. Why did I poke my nose into their lives?
She genuinely felt terrible. She remembered the charming, confident man the company saw — the one everyone thought was a womanizer, a playboy who casually slept with women like Anjali. In reality, he had been suffering silently through love, misunderstandings, and pain. She didn’t want to see Jay broken like this.
Taking full accountability for his suffering, Sharmi made a firm decision. If I was the reason for his fall, then I will bring him back. She wanted to see the old Jay again — the tough, charismatic playboy that women secretly craved. She knew she couldn’t change Nikitha, but she could try to heal the man she had helped break.
Sharmi stood at the doorway for a few seconds, her heart hammering in her chest. The weight of her guilt felt heavier than ever as she watched Jay lying there, eyes tightly shut, his face twisted in silent pain. He was trying so hard to digest Nikitha’s permanent absence, to hold back the storm inside him.
She took a deep breath, then stepped into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. Without saying a word, she began undressing. Her top slipped off, followed by her bra. Her full, bare breasts bounced gently with each movement.
Quietly, she climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. Jay didn’t react at first.
Then she crawled forward on all fours, slowly positioning herself over his body. Her soft, naked breasts pressed warmly against his face as she hovered above him, her nipples brushing lightly against his skin.
Jay’s eyes flew open in shock.
“You need this,” Sharmi whispered, her voice low, husky, and filled with determination. Her breath was warm against his ear. “You’ve been carrying too much pain alone. Let it out on me.”
She lowered herself a little more, deliberately pressing her bare chest firmer against his face, offering herself completely. Her body trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the heavy mix of guilt, desire, and the desperate need to heal the man she believed she had helped break.
Meanwhile at Tharun’s apartment
Nikitha was sobbing uncontrollably in Tharun’s arms. He held her tightly, stroking her back, careful not to say anything that might hurt her further. He decided to keep quiet about Mithra and the complications for now — at least until she calmed down.
Tharun cooked a simple breakfast for both of them and gently made her eat. “We will go through this together,” he assured her softly.
But inside, he felt no real happiness. Nikitha had signed the divorce and moved in with him, trusting that he would take care of her. The situation had become incredibly messy. First Mithra, and now Mithra had secured his parents’ approval for marriage. He had to balance everyone’s expectations, and Nikitha had arrived at the worst possible time.
No matter what, he thought, burying the truth for the moment, she is mine now. I will find a way.
Back at Jay’s house
Jay’s eyes flew open in shock.
“You need this,” Sharmi whispered, her voice low, husky, and filled with determination. Her breath was warm against his ear. “You’ve been carrying too much pain alone. Let it out on me.”
She lowered herself a little more, deliberately pressing her bare chest firmer against his face, offering herself completely. Her body trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the heavy mix of guilt, desire, and the desperate need to heal the man she believed she had helped break.
Jay’s eyes widened. He immediately pushed her away gently but firmly. “Sharmi, what are you doing?”
He looked at her gorgeous, naked body. Months ago, or even a few weeks back, the situation might have ended very differently. But today, he was in no mood — and morally, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Sharmi sat back on her heels, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of guilt, determination, and raw emotion.
“Jay… I’m the reason for all your sufferings,” she said, her voice cracking. “If I had not interfered, you and Nikitha would have found a way back. I have messed up everything. When she is out there fucking with her new lover, I don’t want you to suffer alone. I was the reason. So vent it on me. Sexually. Take me the way you want. Use me. Punish me if you need to. I can take it.”
She moved closer again, her voice turning softer but urgent.
“Allow me to bring you back. I want to see the tough man again — the one people may speak badly about behind your back, but who many women secretly had a crush on. Especially for your ruggedness, your confidence, that magnetic charm. Some women have always wanted to be near you, to feel that power. I want to bring that charmer back. Not this broken version of you. I feel responsible. I need to fix it.”
Jay stared at her for a long, heavy moment. The silence in the room was thick. He searched her face, seeing genuine remorse mixed with desire. Finally, he let out a deep sigh.
“Okay… come.”
Sharmi’s breath hitched. She moved nervously toward him, her heart pounding. Jay stood briefly, removed his trousers, and pushed her down onto her back with controlled strength. Her full, soft breasts shook enticingly with the motion, the sight incredibly alluring under the morning light filtering into the room.
He positioned himself between her spread legs, his hard cock pressing right against her warm entrance, teasing but not entering yet. He bent over her, his strong body hovering above hers, looking directly into her eyes with an intensity that made her shiver.
Before he took her, he paused, his voice low and serious.
“Before I do this… I want you to decide on something…”
Sharmi looked up at his face, her cheeks flushed, breathing shallow. She was unsure and slightly nervous about what he was about to ask, her body already trembling with anticipation and guilt beneath him.
Sharmi arrived at Jay’s house later that morning, carrying a small bag of fruits and some homemade food. The moment she stepped inside, an eerie calm greeted her. The house felt unusually quiet. She glanced toward the bedroom and saw Jay lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.
Curious, she looked around. The bed was neatly made, but many of Nikitha’s dresses were missing from the wardrobe. Her eyes then fell on the dining table — the divorce papers lay there, neatly signed by both of them. The finality hit her hard. Nikitha had truly moved on.
That was when Sharmi noticed the truth. Jay wasn’t sleeping. His eyes were tightly closed, but silent tears slipped down the sides of his face. He was quietly weeping, trying to hold himself together.
Sharmi’s heart twisted. She slowly moved back to the hall and sat at the table, her mind flooding with memories. She recalled how Jay had always supported her, guided her through tough times. She knew how sweet Jay and Nikitha had once been as a couple. Deep down, she believed Mumbai had changed everything — and that she herself was one of the main reasons. Her playful cupid games, her jealousy, and her interference had snowballed into this painful separation.
She was grateful that Jay had never shown disappointment or anger toward her, even though she felt partly responsible for their split. Her heart ached with guilt. Anger bubbled up when she thought of Nikitha happily starting a new life with Tharun, while Jay was the one left suffering alone.
Sharmi slapped her own cheek lightly, disgusted with herself. Why did I poke my nose into their lives?
She genuinely felt terrible. She remembered the charming, confident man the company saw — the one everyone thought was a womanizer, a playboy who casually slept with women like Anjali. In reality, he had been suffering silently through love, misunderstandings, and pain. She didn’t want to see Jay broken like this.
Taking full accountability for his suffering, Sharmi made a firm decision. If I was the reason for his fall, then I will bring him back. She wanted to see the old Jay again — the tough, charismatic playboy that women secretly craved. She knew she couldn’t change Nikitha, but she could try to heal the man she had helped break.
Sharmi stood at the doorway for a few seconds, her heart hammering in her chest. The weight of her guilt felt heavier than ever as she watched Jay lying there, eyes tightly shut, his face twisted in silent pain. He was trying so hard to digest Nikitha’s permanent absence, to hold back the storm inside him.
She took a deep breath, then stepped into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. Without saying a word, she began undressing. Her top slipped off, followed by her bra. Her full, bare breasts bounced gently with each movement.
Quietly, she climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. Jay didn’t react at first.
Then she crawled forward on all fours, slowly positioning herself over his body. Her soft, naked breasts pressed warmly against his face as she hovered above him, her nipples brushing lightly against his skin.
Jay’s eyes flew open in shock.
“You need this,” Sharmi whispered, her voice low, husky, and filled with determination. Her breath was warm against his ear. “You’ve been carrying too much pain alone. Let it out on me.”
She lowered herself a little more, deliberately pressing her bare chest firmer against his face, offering herself completely. Her body trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the heavy mix of guilt, desire, and the desperate need to heal the man she believed she had helped break.
Meanwhile at Tharun’s apartment
Nikitha was sobbing uncontrollably in Tharun’s arms. He held her tightly, stroking her back, careful not to say anything that might hurt her further. He decided to keep quiet about Mithra and the complications for now — at least until she calmed down.
Tharun cooked a simple breakfast for both of them and gently made her eat. “We will go through this together,” he assured her softly.
But inside, he felt no real happiness. Nikitha had signed the divorce and moved in with him, trusting that he would take care of her. The situation had become incredibly messy. First Mithra, and now Mithra had secured his parents’ approval for marriage. He had to balance everyone’s expectations, and Nikitha had arrived at the worst possible time.
No matter what, he thought, burying the truth for the moment, she is mine now. I will find a way.
Back at Jay’s house
Jay’s eyes flew open in shock.
“You need this,” Sharmi whispered, her voice low, husky, and filled with determination. Her breath was warm against his ear. “You’ve been carrying too much pain alone. Let it out on me.”
She lowered herself a little more, deliberately pressing her bare chest firmer against his face, offering herself completely. Her body trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the heavy mix of guilt, desire, and the desperate need to heal the man she believed she had helped break.
Jay’s eyes widened. He immediately pushed her away gently but firmly. “Sharmi, what are you doing?”
He looked at her gorgeous, naked body. Months ago, or even a few weeks back, the situation might have ended very differently. But today, he was in no mood — and morally, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Sharmi sat back on her heels, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of guilt, determination, and raw emotion.
“Jay… I’m the reason for all your sufferings,” she said, her voice cracking. “If I had not interfered, you and Nikitha would have found a way back. I have messed up everything. When she is out there fucking with her new lover, I don’t want you to suffer alone. I was the reason. So vent it on me. Sexually. Take me the way you want. Use me. Punish me if you need to. I can take it.”
She moved closer again, her voice turning softer but urgent.
“Allow me to bring you back. I want to see the tough man again — the one people may speak badly about behind your back, but who many women secretly had a crush on. Especially for your ruggedness, your confidence, that magnetic charm. Some women have always wanted to be near you, to feel that power. I want to bring that charmer back. Not this broken version of you. I feel responsible. I need to fix it.”
Jay stared at her for a long, heavy moment. The silence in the room was thick. He searched her face, seeing genuine remorse mixed with desire. Finally, he let out a deep sigh.
“Okay… come.”
Sharmi’s breath hitched. She moved nervously toward him, her heart pounding. Jay stood briefly, removed his trousers, and pushed her down onto her back with controlled strength. Her full, soft breasts shook enticingly with the motion, the sight incredibly alluring under the morning light filtering into the room.
He positioned himself between her spread legs, his hard cock pressing right against her warm entrance, teasing but not entering yet. He bent over her, his strong body hovering above hers, looking directly into her eyes with an intensity that made her shiver.
Before he took her, he paused, his voice low and serious.
“Before I do this… I want you to decide on something…”
Sharmi looked up at his face, her cheeks flushed, breathing shallow. She was unsure and slightly nervous about what he was about to ask, her body already trembling with anticipation and guilt beneath him.
05-07-2026, 02:19 PM
Chapter 130 - Jay lesson on Affair
“Before I do this… I want you to decide on something…”
Sharmi looked up at his face, her cheeks flushed, breathing shallow and quick. She was unsure and slightly nervous about what he was about to ask. Her body trembled beneath him with a chaotic mix of anticipation, guilt, and desire.
“Ask me,” she whispered. “I’m obligated to respond. Once I have sex with you… it can’t be temporary, right? The physical surge will always be there. Will you be okay with that?”
Jay smiled faintly, already knowing her mindset.
He slowly pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with quiet seriousness.
“Second,” he continued, “once I fuck you, I may develop certain fantasies. I might need you whenever I want, around my wish, So you will be pushed to lie to your husband, like if someone found they would call us cheating...”
Sharmi looked confused, a flicker of fear in her eyes.
“Third,” Jay said, his voice heavy, “if things got escalated mentally not just physically, i may even need you to leave your husband for me.”
Sharmi’s eyes widened in shock.
She rose up immediately, pushing against his chest. “Jay, that’s impossible!”
Jay smiled sadly and gave her space. “You came all the way here ready to get fucked? Why?”
As Sharmi struggled for words, Jay continued, his tone calm yet filled with hard-earned wisdom.
“Let me share my experience. Getting physically involved is not really fun in the long run. It crushes you emotionally. Take my life as an example. A husband and wife relationship is one of the most sacred and beautiful things in life. It is built on years of trust, understanding, shared dreams, and countless small sacrifices. It is not just about love — it is about a home, about security, about having someone who truly stands by you through everything.
But one moment of fantasy, one moment of ‘fun’, one impulsive sexual decision… can break everything. Sex outside the marriage doesn’t just satisfy desire — it breaks families. It shatters trust that took years to build. It destroys the foundation you both worked so hard to create. Everything you built together — memories, respect, emotional safety — can crumble in the face of one wrong step. I’m living proof of that right now.”
He looked at her gently.
“I know you and your husband have no kids yet, but you two are content. You have a beautiful understanding. When things were odd with Nikitha and my uncle came, you even offered your home saying ‘My husband is understanding.’ When you already share such a strong bond, why risk destroying it? It simply doesn’t worth it. I’ve learned these hard lessons through pain. Don’t walk the same path I did.”
Jay sighed deeply.
“I got naked because I didn’t want you to feel odd or awkward as you are already naked. But more than whether I need sex right now or not, the real issue is this — you lose your judgment when it comes to helping others. There has to be a limit. Once you lose everything, it’s gone forever. A single night of passion can feel exciting in the moment, but it leaves behind broken homes, broken hearts, and lifelong regret.”
Sharmi’s eyes filled with tears. “I was the reason for your current state…”
“If you really want to console me,” If you really want to get me back on my feet, Jay said softly, “give me your shoulder. If I feel like crying, I’ll shed my tears on it. Give me a hug to comfort me. That’s it. Give me your hand to help pull me up from the bottom. Sex is not required here. One may feel like getting a nice sex to get one self come out of depression or whatever down they feel but It offers nothing lasting — it only complicates everything and breaks more than it heals.”
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead tenderly, holding the kiss for a long, affectionate moment.
“But thank you,” he whispered against her skin. “I’ll take the friendship. That’s more than enough for me to come out of this.”
You are already giving me enough strength, Sex is not necessary, You may even ask me about people you know or you read in stories going to different person for sex, just as a fun or one time or temporary. See in first place, I'm not rejecting you or the sex, but what you trying to do is coming out of impulse, not with clarity, people who cannot contain emotions checked, this kind of thing wont work. The people we see in story is just fantasy, they are not real, we never know whats the aftermath, The real persons who does this, have we ever know them fully, how much they suffer internally? It suits to only a rareset set of people, who would take anything without emotionally that's rare.
Given the condition how you came forward to sleep with me. I know you, you are emotionally vulnerable, this wont suit you. Even if you can control it, as a mentor i would advice you to not get into something that will break you yourself bit by bit. Emotions and love are dangerous.
I have you as a friend, thats enough, yea im said, i need consolation. Give me a hug thats enough.
He rose both his hands, asking for a hug, but Sharmi didnt move, her heart filled with regret of what blunder she was about to make, Jay moved to her and hugged her warm. For few minutes they were hugging each other in silence. Jay held her close while he tried to process the flood of emotions still raging inside him. After some time, he stood up, picked up her bra and panties, and gently handed them to her along with the rest of her clothes.
“Wear them,” he said softly.
Sharmi felt strangely odd standing naked in front of him now — not because of shame, but because of the deep respect and maturity Jay had shown. She quietly began dressing, her heart heavier yet strangely lighter at the same time. She just uttered a word "I'm Sorry"
“Before I do this… I want you to decide on something…”
Sharmi looked up at his face, her cheeks flushed, breathing shallow and quick. She was unsure and slightly nervous about what he was about to ask. Her body trembled beneath him with a chaotic mix of anticipation, guilt, and desire.
“Ask me,” she whispered. “I’m obligated to respond. Once I have sex with you… it can’t be temporary, right? The physical surge will always be there. Will you be okay with that?”
Jay smiled faintly, already knowing her mindset.
He slowly pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with quiet seriousness.
“Second,” he continued, “once I fuck you, I may develop certain fantasies. I might need you whenever I want, around my wish, So you will be pushed to lie to your husband, like if someone found they would call us cheating...”
Sharmi looked confused, a flicker of fear in her eyes.
“Third,” Jay said, his voice heavy, “if things got escalated mentally not just physically, i may even need you to leave your husband for me.”
Sharmi’s eyes widened in shock.
She rose up immediately, pushing against his chest. “Jay, that’s impossible!”
Jay smiled sadly and gave her space. “You came all the way here ready to get fucked? Why?”
As Sharmi struggled for words, Jay continued, his tone calm yet filled with hard-earned wisdom.
“Let me share my experience. Getting physically involved is not really fun in the long run. It crushes you emotionally. Take my life as an example. A husband and wife relationship is one of the most sacred and beautiful things in life. It is built on years of trust, understanding, shared dreams, and countless small sacrifices. It is not just about love — it is about a home, about security, about having someone who truly stands by you through everything.
But one moment of fantasy, one moment of ‘fun’, one impulsive sexual decision… can break everything. Sex outside the marriage doesn’t just satisfy desire — it breaks families. It shatters trust that took years to build. It destroys the foundation you both worked so hard to create. Everything you built together — memories, respect, emotional safety — can crumble in the face of one wrong step. I’m living proof of that right now.”
He looked at her gently.
“I know you and your husband have no kids yet, but you two are content. You have a beautiful understanding. When things were odd with Nikitha and my uncle came, you even offered your home saying ‘My husband is understanding.’ When you already share such a strong bond, why risk destroying it? It simply doesn’t worth it. I’ve learned these hard lessons through pain. Don’t walk the same path I did.”
Jay sighed deeply.
“I got naked because I didn’t want you to feel odd or awkward as you are already naked. But more than whether I need sex right now or not, the real issue is this — you lose your judgment when it comes to helping others. There has to be a limit. Once you lose everything, it’s gone forever. A single night of passion can feel exciting in the moment, but it leaves behind broken homes, broken hearts, and lifelong regret.”
Sharmi’s eyes filled with tears. “I was the reason for your current state…”
“If you really want to console me,” If you really want to get me back on my feet, Jay said softly, “give me your shoulder. If I feel like crying, I’ll shed my tears on it. Give me a hug to comfort me. That’s it. Give me your hand to help pull me up from the bottom. Sex is not required here. One may feel like getting a nice sex to get one self come out of depression or whatever down they feel but It offers nothing lasting — it only complicates everything and breaks more than it heals.”
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead tenderly, holding the kiss for a long, affectionate moment.
“But thank you,” he whispered against her skin. “I’ll take the friendship. That’s more than enough for me to come out of this.”
You are already giving me enough strength, Sex is not necessary, You may even ask me about people you know or you read in stories going to different person for sex, just as a fun or one time or temporary. See in first place, I'm not rejecting you or the sex, but what you trying to do is coming out of impulse, not with clarity, people who cannot contain emotions checked, this kind of thing wont work. The people we see in story is just fantasy, they are not real, we never know whats the aftermath, The real persons who does this, have we ever know them fully, how much they suffer internally? It suits to only a rareset set of people, who would take anything without emotionally that's rare.
Given the condition how you came forward to sleep with me. I know you, you are emotionally vulnerable, this wont suit you. Even if you can control it, as a mentor i would advice you to not get into something that will break you yourself bit by bit. Emotions and love are dangerous.
I have you as a friend, thats enough, yea im said, i need consolation. Give me a hug thats enough.
He rose both his hands, asking for a hug, but Sharmi didnt move, her heart filled with regret of what blunder she was about to make, Jay moved to her and hugged her warm. For few minutes they were hugging each other in silence. Jay held her close while he tried to process the flood of emotions still raging inside him. After some time, he stood up, picked up her bra and panties, and gently handed them to her along with the rest of her clothes.
“Wear them,” he said softly.
Sharmi felt strangely odd standing naked in front of him now — not because of shame, but because of the deep respect and maturity Jay had shown. She quietly began dressing, her heart heavier yet strangely lighter at the same time. She just uttered a word "I'm Sorry"
05-07-2026, 02:46 PM
Chapter 131 – Fading Echoes
Several days passed.
Jay had returned to the office, and the entire floor welcomed him back with warmth and relief. Colleagues clapped, some patted his shoulder, and a few even joked about how the team had missed their “backbone.” Jay smiled through it all, but his eyes kept searching for one person.
Sharmi stood awkwardly at the far end of the room, hesitant to approach. The last time she had seen him — after that vulnerable day — she had left his house immediately after dressing, unable to meet his eyes. The shame still lingered.
But Jay approached her himself.
“Sharmi,” he said with a gentle smile, “why didn’t you pick my calls? I expected you would come to my place. Why?”
Even if you leave me alone, how will I breathe?” he added, laughing lightly to ease the tension.
Sharmi looked down, her cheeks flushing.
“Please… I feel embarrassed about that day,” she whispered.
Jay caught her hand gently.
“You are pure. You have a golden heart — that’s why you cared for me selflessly and wanted me to come out of it. To the woman who thinks about me like that, will I ever see you as little? I have a big place for you in my heart.”
Sharmi felt a weight lift. She smiled shyly.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“No,” Jay replied, grinning. “Buy me lunch. It’s on you.”
She laughed softly. “Okay.”
Then he reminded her, “Tomorrow I’m going to my village.
I need you to send the drafts to my mail. I’ll rework them and send them back.”
She nodded, still smiling.
Meanwhile, Tharun had not yet opened up to Nikitha about the new threat looming over them. However, he had spoken to his parents over the phone. They were confused and upset — they had already fixed dates, halls, and everything for his marriage. He told them he would come the following weekend to explain everything in person.
Nikitha could not be herself. She felt more pain only after finally breaking things with Jay. She still regretted missing every chance they had. Her stubbornness had cost her dearly.
Tharun didn’t sexually approach her during this period, but he was becoming increasingly irritated and losing his inner peace with every sudden development around them. To make matters worse, Nikitha entered his cabin one afternoon and said,
“Tharun, tomorrow we must go to his village. We need to start early.”
She pressed gently, “It’s the last thing that will connect me with Jay. I promise I will come out of it after our village visit.”
Tharun looked at her, his expression unreadable.
“After we return from the village,” he said quietly, “I need to hear his name only in court and on papers. I’m going to reapply and write a letter to HR asking to post us to Cochin locations. We may shift there soon.”
The reality kept her in check.
Jay used to say that after sex, everything would fade. She was already facing it. Tharun had been her only moral support, but she had not yet considered him as love. She only had Jay in her heart, and the truth of that reality hurt her more. Now, after she had moved on with the divorce, things were fading even more vigorously. She couldn’t satisfy Tharun’s emotional needs or fully understand what he was undergoing. She felt herself like a failed lover.
Several days passed.
Jay had returned to the office, and the entire floor welcomed him back with warmth and relief. Colleagues clapped, some patted his shoulder, and a few even joked about how the team had missed their “backbone.” Jay smiled through it all, but his eyes kept searching for one person.
Sharmi stood awkwardly at the far end of the room, hesitant to approach. The last time she had seen him — after that vulnerable day — she had left his house immediately after dressing, unable to meet his eyes. The shame still lingered.
But Jay approached her himself.
“Sharmi,” he said with a gentle smile, “why didn’t you pick my calls? I expected you would come to my place. Why?”
Even if you leave me alone, how will I breathe?” he added, laughing lightly to ease the tension.
Sharmi looked down, her cheeks flushing.
“Please… I feel embarrassed about that day,” she whispered.
Jay caught her hand gently.
“You are pure. You have a golden heart — that’s why you cared for me selflessly and wanted me to come out of it. To the woman who thinks about me like that, will I ever see you as little? I have a big place for you in my heart.”
Sharmi felt a weight lift. She smiled shyly.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“No,” Jay replied, grinning. “Buy me lunch. It’s on you.”
She laughed softly. “Okay.”
Then he reminded her, “Tomorrow I’m going to my village.
I need you to send the drafts to my mail. I’ll rework them and send them back.”
She nodded, still smiling.
Meanwhile, Tharun had not yet opened up to Nikitha about the new threat looming over them. However, he had spoken to his parents over the phone. They were confused and upset — they had already fixed dates, halls, and everything for his marriage. He told them he would come the following weekend to explain everything in person.
Nikitha could not be herself. She felt more pain only after finally breaking things with Jay. She still regretted missing every chance they had. Her stubbornness had cost her dearly.
Tharun didn’t sexually approach her during this period, but he was becoming increasingly irritated and losing his inner peace with every sudden development around them. To make matters worse, Nikitha entered his cabin one afternoon and said,
“Tharun, tomorrow we must go to his village. We need to start early.”
She pressed gently, “It’s the last thing that will connect me with Jay. I promise I will come out of it after our village visit.”
Tharun looked at her, his expression unreadable.
“After we return from the village,” he said quietly, “I need to hear his name only in court and on papers. I’m going to reapply and write a letter to HR asking to post us to Cochin locations. We may shift there soon.”
The reality kept her in check.
Jay used to say that after sex, everything would fade. She was already facing it. Tharun had been her only moral support, but she had not yet considered him as love. She only had Jay in her heart, and the truth of that reality hurt her more. Now, after she had moved on with the divorce, things were fading even more vigorously. She couldn’t satisfy Tharun’s emotional needs or fully understand what he was undergoing. She felt herself like a failed lover.
05-07-2026, 04:58 PM
Chapter 131 - Lesson Unasked.
Tharun and Nikitha reached the newly built hotel in the town just as the afternoon sun dipped lower. The suite was spacious, modern, with a king-sized bed dominating the room and large windows overlooking the quiet streets. The village was only 5 km away, but this felt like a world apart. Nikitha had barely set her bag down when her phone rang. She answered quickly, her voice steady as she spoke to someone from the family.
Yea i reached Nikitha said.
The person on the other end said - “Jay’s train will reach the station in three hours. Sadurangan is picking him up. The whole village is buzzing about his return after that challenge… function starts at 6.30 come asap. Hope you got the green saree?
Nikitha said, "Yes I received it, I’ll be there soon.”
She ended the call and turned to Tharun, who was watching her with dark, possessive eyes. “Tharun, I’ll come back home by myself in three days. You don’t need to stay here. For the next two days, I mean you can sleep well here, rest and go back in the morning. I will stay in Jay house and will come by train.”
Tharun didn’t reply with words. In one smooth motion, he pulled her into his arms, crushing her soft body against his chest. His lips found her earlobe first, sucking gently before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. Nikitha shivered, her hands pressing weakly against his shoulders.
“Tharun… don’t give me any marks. I need to go there looking normal,” she whispered, voice already breathy.
“I’ll miss you for three days,” he murmured against her skin. “Ever since you came into my home, I’ve barely had time alone for us. You are recovering from the pain caused by signing the divorce. This new space… it gave me time to rethink everything. Just finish the function and get back to me. Let’s go back in the morning.”
Deep down, Tharun knew what he was doing. From the time she had entered his home, on one side, his parents kept pushing talks about marriage with Mithra. Nikitha, on her part, seemed to sob every day, every time thinking about Jay. He literally felt like he was suddenly the odd man out. When she stressed to him that she needed to come here, he thought Nikitha would stay with him at the hotel and go to visit Jay’s family, as he knew Jay’s uncle was aware of their affair. But she said she was staying there at Jay's home.
He was taking every risk to include her in his life, but her actions disappointed him. The words were not working, so he decided for action — to remind her who she was. Who she had chosen.
He said, “Nikitha, I won’t allow you to stay even for a single day without me — that too with Jay, I mean in his house after all? this should end.”
She said playfully, trying to keep it light, “No, you are too obsessed with me. Can’t you stay alone for a day?” She tried a playful smile, but it faltered as his hands roamed lower, gripping her ass possessively.
She said playfully, trying to keep it light, “No, you are too obsessed with me. Can’t you stay alone for a day?” She tried a playful smile, but it faltered as his hands roamed lower, gripping her ass possessively.
Tharun’s response was a low chuckle. “No, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
From the day you came to my home for myself, you kept yourself sobbing for Jay. Where do you keep me? At least can’t I have a moment for us?
Before she could protest further, he spun her around and pushed her toward the bed. Nikitha glanced at the clock on the wall—barely three hours until she had to be ready, and she needed at least one hour to shower, fix her makeup, and hide any evidence. “Tharun, please… time…”
I need you now, I missed you for weeks! He ignored her, yanking her leggings and panties down in one rough tug, exposing her round ass. His fingers spread her cheeks, and he spat directly onto her tight, puckered hole. Nikitha gasped, gripping the bedsheets as he pressed the thick head of his cock against her anus without much warning.
“Tharun—ahh!” she cried out as he thrust forward, forcing the first few inches into her dry, resisting asshole. The burn was intense, stretching her brutally. He didn’t go slow. Grabbing her hips, he drove deeper, inch by thick inch, until his heavy balls rested against her pussy lips. Nikitha’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, her eyes fixed on the clock, tears pricking at the corners.
“Fuck… so tight,” Tharun groaned, pulling back only to slam back in harder. The bed creaked violently under his powerful thrusts. Each stroke stretched her anus wider, the friction turning from pain to a filthy, overwhelming fullness. Her asshole clenched around his veiny shaft as he pounded her, skin slapping loudly against skin. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, forcing unwanted pleasure to mix with the deep anal violation.
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Nikitha moaned helplessly, pushing back despite herself, her body betraying her mind. “I… I have to get ready… please…”
But Tharun only fucked her harder, his cock positioning in and out of her stretched asshole. He leaned over her back, biting her shoulder—not enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a faint bruise. “You’re mine always. Three days without this? I’ll make sure you feel me every time you stay alone”
He railed her ass relentlessly for long minutes, the room filling with the wet, obscene sounds of his cock destroying her hole. Finally, with a guttural growl, he pulled out, his dick glistening with her juices. Nikitha collapsed forward, panting, her asshole gaping slightly and twitching.
But Tharun wasn’t finished. He flipped her onto her back and took her mission..
But Nikitha stopped him, I will get tiered of going to a function.
Tharun pulled out, but he said okay, then “Open your mouth.”
She hesitated, eyes glassy. He grabbed her jaw firmly and shoved his cock past her lips, straight into her throat. “That’s it. ”
He fucked her face vigorously, hips slamming forward, balls slapping her chin. Saliva and precum drooled from the corners of her mouth as he used her throat like a pussy. “For three days—no, three weeks—you’re going to remember this every single time Jay or his family talks. You belong to me. ”
The words cut deep. It was the same ownership pattern Jay had used on her—the control, the claiming. Jay once did the same when Tharun kissed her in the upstairs home for the first time. Now Tharun did the same.
Nikitha’s eyes watered, not just from the brutal throat-fucking, but from the painful realization. She had fallen into the same thing again.
Tharun’s pace became savage, his cock swelling in her mouth. “Take it all, my wife.” With a deep roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her mouth and throat. She choked, swallowing desperately as he held her head in place, forcing her to take every drop. But she was not able to contain it.
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When he finally pulled out, strings of saliva and semen connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock. Nikitha looked utterly broken—eyes red, makeup ruined, lips puffy, a trickle of his seed escaping the corner of her mouth. Her world had crumbled once again. What she thought as a disrespect from Jay, the same thing happened with Tharun, he tried to claim her, doing the same, to show his ownership.
Tharun knows what he had done, but he cant help, when words didn't work, he had to choose this, he proved he was no different from anyone like when in jealous or possessive. He stroked her hair almost tenderly, smirking down at her. “Clean yourself up.
And when the realization hits himself, he apologized instantly. I'm sorry baby.
I could not explain myself. I know I'm wrong, but trust me, I'm troubled deep down due to a lot of underlying issues I'm facing. I didnt want you to feel stressed, contained to myself and it had complicated into something which made to act this way. To add salt in the wound and you keep avoiding me.
I'm sorry. Ignore me, we will figure it out. You’ve got a function to attend. But remember you have no relation with Jay and Family, as promised i will return to Bangalore in the morning, call me when you are ready, I will pick you at the station.”
Nikitha was glad at least Tharun realized what he had done, she is not the mindset to fight back or point it out. She came here for a purpose, she decided to focus on this first, and talk with Tharun to see if he had misunderstood any. She smirked to herself, if she had considered something like this, like find a opportunity to speak with Jay like how she was trying with Tharun, she wouldn't have to suffer internally like now. She would have been still with Jay.
Now she fears for every action, what if i hurt Tharun? what if he misunderstands me, she is much confused and worried about safeguarding her new relation with Tharun. Because she know partly she was responsible too.
Nikitha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, silent, the taste of him lingering as she forced herself toward the bathroom. Three days suddenly felt like an eternity.
Tharun and Nikitha reached the newly built hotel in the town just as the afternoon sun dipped lower. The suite was spacious, modern, with a king-sized bed dominating the room and large windows overlooking the quiet streets. The village was only 5 km away, but this felt like a world apart. Nikitha had barely set her bag down when her phone rang. She answered quickly, her voice steady as she spoke to someone from the family.
Yea i reached Nikitha said.
The person on the other end said - “Jay’s train will reach the station in three hours. Sadurangan is picking him up. The whole village is buzzing about his return after that challenge… function starts at 6.30 come asap. Hope you got the green saree?
Nikitha said, "Yes I received it, I’ll be there soon.”
She ended the call and turned to Tharun, who was watching her with dark, possessive eyes. “Tharun, I’ll come back home by myself in three days. You don’t need to stay here. For the next two days, I mean you can sleep well here, rest and go back in the morning. I will stay in Jay house and will come by train.”
Tharun didn’t reply with words. In one smooth motion, he pulled her into his arms, crushing her soft body against his chest. His lips found her earlobe first, sucking gently before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. Nikitha shivered, her hands pressing weakly against his shoulders.
“Tharun… don’t give me any marks. I need to go there looking normal,” she whispered, voice already breathy.
“I’ll miss you for three days,” he murmured against her skin. “Ever since you came into my home, I’ve barely had time alone for us. You are recovering from the pain caused by signing the divorce. This new space… it gave me time to rethink everything. Just finish the function and get back to me. Let’s go back in the morning.”
Deep down, Tharun knew what he was doing. From the time she had entered his home, on one side, his parents kept pushing talks about marriage with Mithra. Nikitha, on her part, seemed to sob every day, every time thinking about Jay. He literally felt like he was suddenly the odd man out. When she stressed to him that she needed to come here, he thought Nikitha would stay with him at the hotel and go to visit Jay’s family, as he knew Jay’s uncle was aware of their affair. But she said she was staying there at Jay's home.
He was taking every risk to include her in his life, but her actions disappointed him. The words were not working, so he decided for action — to remind her who she was. Who she had chosen.
He said, “Nikitha, I won’t allow you to stay even for a single day without me — that too with Jay, I mean in his house after all? this should end.”
She said playfully, trying to keep it light, “No, you are too obsessed with me. Can’t you stay alone for a day?” She tried a playful smile, but it faltered as his hands roamed lower, gripping her ass possessively.
She said playfully, trying to keep it light, “No, you are too obsessed with me. Can’t you stay alone for a day?” She tried a playful smile, but it faltered as his hands roamed lower, gripping her ass possessively.
Tharun’s response was a low chuckle. “No, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
From the day you came to my home for myself, you kept yourself sobbing for Jay. Where do you keep me? At least can’t I have a moment for us?
Before she could protest further, he spun her around and pushed her toward the bed. Nikitha glanced at the clock on the wall—barely three hours until she had to be ready, and she needed at least one hour to shower, fix her makeup, and hide any evidence. “Tharun, please… time…”
I need you now, I missed you for weeks! He ignored her, yanking her leggings and panties down in one rough tug, exposing her round ass. His fingers spread her cheeks, and he spat directly onto her tight, puckered hole. Nikitha gasped, gripping the bedsheets as he pressed the thick head of his cock against her anus without much warning.
“Tharun—ahh!” she cried out as he thrust forward, forcing the first few inches into her dry, resisting asshole. The burn was intense, stretching her brutally. He didn’t go slow. Grabbing her hips, he drove deeper, inch by thick inch, until his heavy balls rested against her pussy lips. Nikitha’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, her eyes fixed on the clock, tears pricking at the corners.
“Fuck… so tight,” Tharun groaned, pulling back only to slam back in harder. The bed creaked violently under his powerful thrusts. Each stroke stretched her anus wider, the friction turning from pain to a filthy, overwhelming fullness. Her asshole clenched around his veiny shaft as he pounded her, skin slapping loudly against skin. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, forcing unwanted pleasure to mix with the deep anal violation.
Nikitha moaned helplessly, pushing back despite herself, her body betraying her mind. “I… I have to get ready… please…”
But Tharun only fucked her harder, his cock positioning in and out of her stretched asshole. He leaned over her back, biting her shoulder—not enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a faint bruise. “You’re mine always. Three days without this? I’ll make sure you feel me every time you stay alone”
He railed her ass relentlessly for long minutes, the room filling with the wet, obscene sounds of his cock destroying her hole. Finally, with a guttural growl, he pulled out, his dick glistening with her juices. Nikitha collapsed forward, panting, her asshole gaping slightly and twitching.
But Tharun wasn’t finished. He flipped her onto her back and took her mission..
But Nikitha stopped him, I will get tiered of going to a function.
Tharun pulled out, but he said okay, then “Open your mouth.”
She hesitated, eyes glassy. He grabbed her jaw firmly and shoved his cock past her lips, straight into her throat. “That’s it. ”
He fucked her face vigorously, hips slamming forward, balls slapping her chin. Saliva and precum drooled from the corners of her mouth as he used her throat like a pussy. “For three days—no, three weeks—you’re going to remember this every single time Jay or his family talks. You belong to me. ”
The words cut deep. It was the same ownership pattern Jay had used on her—the control, the claiming. Jay once did the same when Tharun kissed her in the upstairs home for the first time. Now Tharun did the same.
Nikitha’s eyes watered, not just from the brutal throat-fucking, but from the painful realization. She had fallen into the same thing again.
Tharun’s pace became savage, his cock swelling in her mouth. “Take it all, my wife.” With a deep roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her mouth and throat. She choked, swallowing desperately as he held her head in place, forcing her to take every drop. But she was not able to contain it.
When he finally pulled out, strings of saliva and semen connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock. Nikitha looked utterly broken—eyes red, makeup ruined, lips puffy, a trickle of his seed escaping the corner of her mouth. Her world had crumbled once again. What she thought as a disrespect from Jay, the same thing happened with Tharun, he tried to claim her, doing the same, to show his ownership.
Tharun knows what he had done, but he cant help, when words didn't work, he had to choose this, he proved he was no different from anyone like when in jealous or possessive. He stroked her hair almost tenderly, smirking down at her. “Clean yourself up.
And when the realization hits himself, he apologized instantly. I'm sorry baby.
I could not explain myself. I know I'm wrong, but trust me, I'm troubled deep down due to a lot of underlying issues I'm facing. I didnt want you to feel stressed, contained to myself and it had complicated into something which made to act this way. To add salt in the wound and you keep avoiding me.
I'm sorry. Ignore me, we will figure it out. You’ve got a function to attend. But remember you have no relation with Jay and Family, as promised i will return to Bangalore in the morning, call me when you are ready, I will pick you at the station.”
Nikitha was glad at least Tharun realized what he had done, she is not the mindset to fight back or point it out. She came here for a purpose, she decided to focus on this first, and talk with Tharun to see if he had misunderstood any. She smirked to herself, if she had considered something like this, like find a opportunity to speak with Jay like how she was trying with Tharun, she wouldn't have to suffer internally like now. She would have been still with Jay.
Now she fears for every action, what if i hurt Tharun? what if he misunderstands me, she is much confused and worried about safeguarding her new relation with Tharun. Because she know partly she was responsible too.
Nikitha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, silent, the taste of him lingering as she forced herself toward the bathroom. Three days suddenly felt like an eternity.
05-07-2026, 06:26 PM
Have you guys ever spotted Nikkita telling 'I Love You' to Tharun?
05-07-2026, 08:40 PM
Chapter 132 – The Village Reckoning
Jay reached the station sharp at 6 PM. Sudhagaran had already arrived at the railway station to pick him up. On the way back to the village in the car, Jay had spotted a familiar vehicle that resembled Tharun’s, but he ignored it, pushing the thought aside. They reached the village home at 6:20 PM.
Everyone received him warmly — relatives, neighbours, and old friends gathered around, some patting his back, others offering words of welcome. The courtyard was alive with the energy of the family function, lights strung up, music playing softly in the background.
Sudhagaran got him inside the house. Almost all relatives had assembled. The air was thick with chatter and anticipation.
Suddenly, Sudhagaran stepped into the middle of the crowd and raised his voice.
“Attention, all!”
The room quieted.
“Dear family members, I want to inform you about an important decision.”
He gestured toward Jay.
“Mapillai, Jay — come here.”
When Jay stepped closer, Sudhagaran continued with a sly smile.
“I have decided to marry off my second daughter.”
Jay’s face tightened. He pulled his hand back sharply.
“No, uncle. Don’t do it. I’m not ready.”
Sudhagaran laughed loudly, turning to the crowd.
“Look, people! This loser thinks I’m going to give my daughter to him!”
Im marrying her to pilot, he would look exactly like him, thats why i asked him to come near me
This man thinks high of himself.
Jay started realising, Sudagaran has not changed, he is trying something to provoke him again.
Laughter all around from people who always looked down on Jay.
“You all know what? This person’s wife has run away. I was supposed to marry off my first daughter to him — glad it didn’t happen.”
Jay’s father interrupted, his voice rising.
“Who gave you the right to shame my son and his wife? What did we do wrong to you?”
You keep throwing dirt on us,
We understand, he didnt marry your daughter, but be careful you are just unnecessarily leaving out word on my daughter in law.
While Jay could not come up with a term thought what his father had been thinking about Nikitha, he could not open his mouth abut Nikitha.
He felt like punching Sudagaran for speaking Ill on Nikitha. But he doesn't want to reveal so much on her.
Sudhagaran smirked.
“Calm down. He came alone — ask him where his wife is. Will he answer? No. She is already sleeping with another man. They are roaming together, and she herself said this to me.”
Jay’s mother stepped forward, furious.
“You can’t spit venom just like that!”
“No, sister,” Sudhagaran replied coldly. “I want our father to see how unworthy Jay is.
He is trying to split and give his share of property to him? He doesn’t deserve it.”
How would i prove it?
By shaming and naming.
Im doing that, our fathers hard earned money should not go to your son even if that is a penny.
He turned to Sudhagaran and Jay's mothers father, his voice rising with venom.
Father, first he cheated our family by rejecting my daughter, ran off with a strange women.
Then i graciously went and got him home. But he was trying to extort money in name of loan.
Then “He challenged us and went to Bangalore. What happened? Did he complete his loan? He is still paying off his ass. He wanted to take every penny from your husband. I stopped it gladly years back.
Because he never play by or keep his promises.
Now you — wanted to include him as a shareholder in assets. I just want to tell the world how unworthy a son my sister had. is that wrong?”
May be Jay is exhibiting poor qualities of my sister and her husband.. may be he laughs...
A sharp kick.
Sudhagaran fell to the floor.
Jay couldn’t tolerate it any longer — the way Sudhagaran was shaming his parents. He had punched him hard on the chin.
Jay understood everything, all sudagaran trying to do was to take all asset for himself.
He realised, the first time he wanted to marry his elder daughter to him because, his grandfather would gave him the asset.
Now he had got a better alliance for second daughter already, he tricked Jay once again to come and shame him before his grandfather so that he wont give him a share.
“You asshole! If you want the property, just fall on my feet and my parents’. I will give it up. You are acting like a good man just to trick me into doing something like this? Shame me before the public? Ridicule me and use that to project me as worthless so you can take all the assets for you and your daughters? Is this what you have planned all the time?”
“I felt bad when Nikitha treated you badly, but now I realise how filthy you are. You don’t ever deserve decency.” Nikitha had been right you desever her treatment!
“Decency? You are teaching me? Your wife is roaming with someone and she is telling that to me on my face. Can you deny that? People, ask him where his wife is? She is not here. She won’t come here. You know what? She has already run with someone.”
He laughed mockingly.
Sudhagaran laughed through the pain, wiping blood from his lip.
Sudagaran roared to crowd, okay call me a greedy person, tell me i do all the things only for money. But can he prove he is not a shameless person, can you ask him to call his wife?
“Now who in the world will marry him? Forget the asset. My father will have decided it already. Okay, do one thing… Call and bring your wife. If she comes here, I will fall on your feet and give up all my cash to you. Are you ready?”
Jay’s voice was cold.
“I don’t need to prove my wife’s reputation for your greediness.”
Jay’s mother stepped in.
“Let him speak. But I will blame you on this. If you came along with your wife, will the scumbags like him speak?”
“Amma, that’s… that’s… she is actually busy,” Jay stammered.
His mother slapped him hard across the face.
“Whatever busy you are, you should have come with her. Look, she struggled to find the address.
“What do you mean?” Sudhagaran asked, confused.
And a loud voice came... from the distant inside house...
“Cash or cheque, how are you going to settle the cash bet, uncle? I won’t mind you falling on my feet…”
Everyone turned.
Nikitha walked out from the inner room, composed and graceful, wearing a simple yet elegant saree. She had already reached the village earlier and had been waiting inside Jay’s mother room.
The entire room fell into stunned silence.
Jay’s mother and Nikitha shared a knowing, subtle smile — a quiet understanding that hinted they had been working together from the start.
Sudhagaran’s face drained of color.
Jay reached the station sharp at 6 PM. Sudhagaran had already arrived at the railway station to pick him up. On the way back to the village in the car, Jay had spotted a familiar vehicle that resembled Tharun’s, but he ignored it, pushing the thought aside. They reached the village home at 6:20 PM.
Everyone received him warmly — relatives, neighbours, and old friends gathered around, some patting his back, others offering words of welcome. The courtyard was alive with the energy of the family function, lights strung up, music playing softly in the background.
Sudhagaran got him inside the house. Almost all relatives had assembled. The air was thick with chatter and anticipation.
Suddenly, Sudhagaran stepped into the middle of the crowd and raised his voice.
“Attention, all!”
The room quieted.
“Dear family members, I want to inform you about an important decision.”
He gestured toward Jay.
“Mapillai, Jay — come here.”
When Jay stepped closer, Sudhagaran continued with a sly smile.
“I have decided to marry off my second daughter.”
Jay’s face tightened. He pulled his hand back sharply.
“No, uncle. Don’t do it. I’m not ready.”
Sudhagaran laughed loudly, turning to the crowd.
“Look, people! This loser thinks I’m going to give my daughter to him!”
Im marrying her to pilot, he would look exactly like him, thats why i asked him to come near me
This man thinks high of himself.
Jay started realising, Sudagaran has not changed, he is trying something to provoke him again.
Laughter all around from people who always looked down on Jay.
“You all know what? This person’s wife has run away. I was supposed to marry off my first daughter to him — glad it didn’t happen.”
Jay’s father interrupted, his voice rising.
“Who gave you the right to shame my son and his wife? What did we do wrong to you?”
You keep throwing dirt on us,
We understand, he didnt marry your daughter, but be careful you are just unnecessarily leaving out word on my daughter in law.
While Jay could not come up with a term thought what his father had been thinking about Nikitha, he could not open his mouth abut Nikitha.
He felt like punching Sudagaran for speaking Ill on Nikitha. But he doesn't want to reveal so much on her.
Sudhagaran smirked.
“Calm down. He came alone — ask him where his wife is. Will he answer? No. She is already sleeping with another man. They are roaming together, and she herself said this to me.”
Jay’s mother stepped forward, furious.
“You can’t spit venom just like that!”
“No, sister,” Sudhagaran replied coldly. “I want our father to see how unworthy Jay is.
He is trying to split and give his share of property to him? He doesn’t deserve it.”
How would i prove it?
By shaming and naming.
Im doing that, our fathers hard earned money should not go to your son even if that is a penny.
He turned to Sudhagaran and Jay's mothers father, his voice rising with venom.
Father, first he cheated our family by rejecting my daughter, ran off with a strange women.
Then i graciously went and got him home. But he was trying to extort money in name of loan.
Then “He challenged us and went to Bangalore. What happened? Did he complete his loan? He is still paying off his ass. He wanted to take every penny from your husband. I stopped it gladly years back.
Because he never play by or keep his promises.
Now you — wanted to include him as a shareholder in assets. I just want to tell the world how unworthy a son my sister had. is that wrong?”
May be Jay is exhibiting poor qualities of my sister and her husband.. may be he laughs...
A sharp kick.
Sudhagaran fell to the floor.
Jay couldn’t tolerate it any longer — the way Sudhagaran was shaming his parents. He had punched him hard on the chin.
Jay understood everything, all sudagaran trying to do was to take all asset for himself.
He realised, the first time he wanted to marry his elder daughter to him because, his grandfather would gave him the asset.
Now he had got a better alliance for second daughter already, he tricked Jay once again to come and shame him before his grandfather so that he wont give him a share.
“You asshole! If you want the property, just fall on my feet and my parents’. I will give it up. You are acting like a good man just to trick me into doing something like this? Shame me before the public? Ridicule me and use that to project me as worthless so you can take all the assets for you and your daughters? Is this what you have planned all the time?”
“I felt bad when Nikitha treated you badly, but now I realise how filthy you are. You don’t ever deserve decency.” Nikitha had been right you desever her treatment!
“Decency? You are teaching me? Your wife is roaming with someone and she is telling that to me on my face. Can you deny that? People, ask him where his wife is? She is not here. She won’t come here. You know what? She has already run with someone.”
He laughed mockingly.
Sudhagaran laughed through the pain, wiping blood from his lip.
Sudagaran roared to crowd, okay call me a greedy person, tell me i do all the things only for money. But can he prove he is not a shameless person, can you ask him to call his wife?
“Now who in the world will marry him? Forget the asset. My father will have decided it already. Okay, do one thing… Call and bring your wife. If she comes here, I will fall on your feet and give up all my cash to you. Are you ready?”
Jay’s voice was cold.
“I don’t need to prove my wife’s reputation for your greediness.”
Jay’s mother stepped in.
“Let him speak. But I will blame you on this. If you came along with your wife, will the scumbags like him speak?”
“Amma, that’s… that’s… she is actually busy,” Jay stammered.
His mother slapped him hard across the face.
“Whatever busy you are, you should have come with her. Look, she struggled to find the address.
“What do you mean?” Sudhagaran asked, confused.
And a loud voice came... from the distant inside house...
“Cash or cheque, how are you going to settle the cash bet, uncle? I won’t mind you falling on my feet…”
Everyone turned.
Nikitha walked out from the inner room, composed and graceful, wearing a simple yet elegant saree. She had already reached the village earlier and had been waiting inside Jay’s mother room.
The entire room fell into stunned silence.
Jay’s mother and Nikitha shared a knowing, subtle smile — a quiet understanding that hinted they had been working together from the start.
Sudhagaran’s face drained of color.
05-07-2026, 09:31 PM
Chapter 133 – The Truth Unveiled
“What do you mean?” Sudhagaran asked, confused.
And a loud voice came... from the distant inside house...
“Cash or cheque, how are you going to settle the cash bet, uncle? I won’t mind you falling on my feet…”
Everyone turned.
Nikitha walked out from the inner room, composed and graceful, wearing a simple yet elegant saree. She had already reached the village earlier and had been waiting inside with Jay’s mother.
The entire room fell into stunned silence.
Jay’s mother and Nikitha shared a knowing, subtle smile — a quiet understanding that hinted they had been working together from the start.
Sudhagaran’s face drained of color.
How It All Began
Nikitha and Jay’s mother had been in touch for a long time.
His mother could not stop speaking with Jay — he was too self-honest and dignified a person. He had completely avoided speaking with them until he proved himself. But a mother’s heart? Could it really stay silent?
The last time Sudagaran had come and tricked him into that challenge, Jay’s mother had slipped a small piece of paper into Nikitha’s hand. It was nothing but her phone number. She feared Jay’s reaction, but Nikitha had been in touch ever since — monthly once they used to speak about progress and things.
Jay’s mother partially knew it was a marriage that came out of sudden necessity, not love (But she doesn't know its temproray).
Exactly a week before Sudhagaran reached Bangalore, Jay’s mother had called Nikitha. Nikitha had indeed told her that she and Jay were going through some fights (hiding that she was going to separate), but the information Jay’s mother gave her alarmed her.
She had overheard Sudhagaran and his wife speaking about calling Jay for the family function and instigating a family fight to make Jay look bad so he would lose his value before Jay’s grandfather. In that way, he would get the assets that the grandfather was supposed to give Jay.
The issue with the assets was that both were daughters born to Sudhagaran. The grandfather — an old man who didn’t believe in equal rights for women on assets — wanted to give his 50% share to Jay and the other 50% to the two daughters of Sudhagaran. This was the major trigger point for Sudhagaran to try marrying him to his elder daughter. But as Sudhagaran’s second daughter fell in love with someone from a rich family, he could not force it. So he decided to shame Jay with something — or plan something else.
Jay’s mother feared her brother would cause more damage to him and urged her to stay alert.
That was when Nikitha was caught in Sudhagaran’s eye.
Nikitha, who got alarmed the moment she was followed by Sudhagaran, devised a plan. She realised if she denied his doubt and allegation, she might not know what Sudhagaran would do next.
It was already decided by Jay’s mother and Nikitha that even if she came along with Jay, she would pretend she didn’t come and hide somewhere and appear as a shocking surprise, thus nullifying Sudhagaran’s claims. Once it was nullified, no one would believe his nonsense.
All Jay’s mother and Nikitha had to do was wait until Sudhagaran mentioned he was doing all this for claiming the assets by himself.
But what they didn’t think was that he would make a bet that he would fall on the feet.
Nikitha smiled, recalling everything. Her smile was intoxicating.
“You… you lied to me?” Sudhagaran asked, stunned.
“Yes, I lied,” Nikitha replied calmly. “Jay’s mother overheard your plan of taking assets for yourself. We wanted the people to know the truth. So we waited. I lied to my husband that I had work, but came early here. My mother-in-law received me.”
She turned to the crowd, her voice steady and clear.
“I will leave this issue to grandfather to analyse, but as a daughter-in-law of this house, let me clear this: we don’t want any asset from you, dear grandfather. We have enough. We are content. My husband went to Bangalore, earned himself, built an empire for him. See here is the NOC — he indeed settled the loan. Is it not enough to prove his worth? My father-in-law never lived in anyone’s shadow. Even now he earns with agriculture. He didn’t depend on his own son. What else would we need?”
She held her hands like a prayer to the crowd and said, “It’s a family matter. Let’s stop here and continue with the function.”
Jay's father turned to his father in law and said, my daughter in law had said whatever i wanted to say. Her decision is mine. But with a bit more clarity, my son have me, his mother and now a wife, thats nothing before what you wanted to give, give everything to Sudhagaran, let him start living calm atleast from now.
Sudhagaran felt shame. Grandfather realised his blunder. While Jay stood stunned, looking at what was unfolding before him.
“What do you mean?” Sudhagaran asked, confused.
And a loud voice came... from the distant inside house...
“Cash or cheque, how are you going to settle the cash bet, uncle? I won’t mind you falling on my feet…”
Everyone turned.
Nikitha walked out from the inner room, composed and graceful, wearing a simple yet elegant saree. She had already reached the village earlier and had been waiting inside with Jay’s mother.
The entire room fell into stunned silence.
Jay’s mother and Nikitha shared a knowing, subtle smile — a quiet understanding that hinted they had been working together from the start.
Sudhagaran’s face drained of color.
How It All Began
Nikitha and Jay’s mother had been in touch for a long time.
His mother could not stop speaking with Jay — he was too self-honest and dignified a person. He had completely avoided speaking with them until he proved himself. But a mother’s heart? Could it really stay silent?
The last time Sudagaran had come and tricked him into that challenge, Jay’s mother had slipped a small piece of paper into Nikitha’s hand. It was nothing but her phone number. She feared Jay’s reaction, but Nikitha had been in touch ever since — monthly once they used to speak about progress and things.
Jay’s mother partially knew it was a marriage that came out of sudden necessity, not love (But she doesn't know its temproray).
Exactly a week before Sudhagaran reached Bangalore, Jay’s mother had called Nikitha. Nikitha had indeed told her that she and Jay were going through some fights (hiding that she was going to separate), but the information Jay’s mother gave her alarmed her.
She had overheard Sudhagaran and his wife speaking about calling Jay for the family function and instigating a family fight to make Jay look bad so he would lose his value before Jay’s grandfather. In that way, he would get the assets that the grandfather was supposed to give Jay.
The issue with the assets was that both were daughters born to Sudhagaran. The grandfather — an old man who didn’t believe in equal rights for women on assets — wanted to give his 50% share to Jay and the other 50% to the two daughters of Sudhagaran. This was the major trigger point for Sudhagaran to try marrying him to his elder daughter. But as Sudhagaran’s second daughter fell in love with someone from a rich family, he could not force it. So he decided to shame Jay with something — or plan something else.
Jay’s mother feared her brother would cause more damage to him and urged her to stay alert.
That was when Nikitha was caught in Sudhagaran’s eye.
Nikitha, who got alarmed the moment she was followed by Sudhagaran, devised a plan. She realised if she denied his doubt and allegation, she might not know what Sudhagaran would do next.
- He would find a different reason that she or Jay’s mother could not figure out, which would harm Jay.
- He would dig deeper about Tharun and her, which would again directly shame him. He would try to get hold of the truths behind the affair.
It was already decided by Jay’s mother and Nikitha that even if she came along with Jay, she would pretend she didn’t come and hide somewhere and appear as a shocking surprise, thus nullifying Sudhagaran’s claims. Once it was nullified, no one would believe his nonsense.
All Jay’s mother and Nikitha had to do was wait until Sudhagaran mentioned he was doing all this for claiming the assets by himself.
But what they didn’t think was that he would make a bet that he would fall on the feet.
Nikitha smiled, recalling everything. Her smile was intoxicating.
“You… you lied to me?” Sudhagaran asked, stunned.
“Yes, I lied,” Nikitha replied calmly. “Jay’s mother overheard your plan of taking assets for yourself. We wanted the people to know the truth. So we waited. I lied to my husband that I had work, but came early here. My mother-in-law received me.”
She turned to the crowd, her voice steady and clear.
“I will leave this issue to grandfather to analyse, but as a daughter-in-law of this house, let me clear this: we don’t want any asset from you, dear grandfather. We have enough. We are content. My husband went to Bangalore, earned himself, built an empire for him. See here is the NOC — he indeed settled the loan. Is it not enough to prove his worth? My father-in-law never lived in anyone’s shadow. Even now he earns with agriculture. He didn’t depend on his own son. What else would we need?”
She held her hands like a prayer to the crowd and said, “It’s a family matter. Let’s stop here and continue with the function.”
Jay's father turned to his father in law and said, my daughter in law had said whatever i wanted to say. Her decision is mine. But with a bit more clarity, my son have me, his mother and now a wife, thats nothing before what you wanted to give, give everything to Sudhagaran, let him start living calm atleast from now.
Sudhagaran felt shame. Grandfather realised his blunder. While Jay stood stunned, looking at what was unfolding before him.
05-07-2026, 09:32 PM
05-07-2026, 09:40 PM
(05-07-2026, 09:37 PM)Vasanthan Wrote: Excellent update
Nikitha saved jay again. Cleared the HR issue,, loans and finally the family issue as well. Very well done
She was the reason why Jay father and mother has to face the wrath of sudagaran and shame they have to endure.
Now she is the reason for its restoration.
05-07-2026, 09:58 PM
Chapter 134 – Quiet Farewells
The night finally settled over the village. The crowd had dispersed, the music had faded, and the courtyard lights were dimmed. Only the soft glow of a lantern remained in the courtyard as Jay and Nikitha walked back to the bedroom.
Once the door closed behind them, Jay turned to her, his voice low and gentle.
“So that day, after Sudhagaran uncle left… you spoke to my mom?”
Nikitha nodded, a small, tired smile touching her lips.
“Yes.”
“Whom did you think?” Jay asked, his tone almost playful but laced with genuine curiosity.
“I thought you could not even spend a minute without him and called Tharun.”
She smiled softly, shaking her head.
“No. It was your mother.”
The Days That Followed
The next two days were unexpectedly peaceful.
Nikitha was drenched in the care of Jay’s father and mother. They treated her like their own daughter, feeding her, asking about her health, and sharing old stories of Jay’s childhood. Jay’s mother would often pull her aside, holding her hand, and speak in hushed tones — asking about her well-being, gently reminding her that no matter what happened, she would always be their daughter-in-law in their hearts.
Jay, too, took care of her in his own quiet way. He made sure she had everything she needed, brought her water when she looked tired, and even helped her with small things around the house. But he kept a strict boundary — treating her as a dear friend, nothing more. There were no lingering touches, no intimate glances. Only respectful care.
In the quiet moments between the function events, they spoke about how happy they were to fix their family name and reputation.
Last night they had an honest conversation about everything, that's when she said it out loud .
“I have missed such a fatherly and motherly bond,” she said, her eyes still on the passing fields. “I wish… if Sudhagaran didn’t interfere, I would have got it earlier.”
Jay looked at her, surprised by the vulnerability in her tone. He stayed quiet for a moment, then asked gently,
“But you didn’t complain so far?”
Nikitha turned to him, a small, bittersweet smile touching her lips.
“You took care of that,” she said softly. You gave me that fatherly and motherly feel whenever I needed it.
“Honestly… you took care of it without saying a word. I didn’t realise it for so long.”
She reached across the small space between them and held his hand. Her fingers were warm, familiar. For a brief moment, the years between them felt closer than they had in months.
“I could see the same care in Tharun’s eyes,” she continued, her voice steady but gentle. “I’m happy about that. Don’t feel like I’m missing out.”
Jay’s grip tightened slightly on her hand, but he didn’t pull away. His eyes held a quiet storm — pain, love, acceptance, all tangled together.
He didn’t speak for a long time. When he finally did, his voice was low, almost a whisper.
“I’m glad you found someone who cares for you, Nikki. Truly.”
But both feared what would happen to his parents if they came to know they had already broken up.
The conversations were bittersweet — filled with nostalgia, regret, and unspoken love.
The Farewell
On the final evening, as they prepared to leave, Jay’s parents stood at the doorstep, their eyes heavy with emotion.
Nikitha fell on their feet, tears streaming down her face.
“I don’t deserve Jay…” she whispered, almost bringing the truth out.
Jay caught her hand gently, stopping her from revealing everything. His grip was firm, but his eyes were filled with heavy pain.
His mother helped her up and hugged her tightly.
“You will always be our daughter,” she whispered. “No matter what.”
Jay’s father placed a blessing hand on her head.
“Take care, child.”
With a heavy heart, Nikitha moved with Jay toward the train station.
The journey back felt longer than ever — filled with silence, unspoken words, and the weight of everything they had left behind.
The night finally settled over the village. The crowd had dispersed, the music had faded, and the courtyard lights were dimmed. Only the soft glow of a lantern remained in the courtyard as Jay and Nikitha walked back to the bedroom.
Once the door closed behind them, Jay turned to her, his voice low and gentle.
“So that day, after Sudhagaran uncle left… you spoke to my mom?”
Nikitha nodded, a small, tired smile touching her lips.
“Yes.”
“Whom did you think?” Jay asked, his tone almost playful but laced with genuine curiosity.
“I thought you could not even spend a minute without him and called Tharun.”
She smiled softly, shaking her head.
“No. It was your mother.”
The Days That Followed
The next two days were unexpectedly peaceful.
Nikitha was drenched in the care of Jay’s father and mother. They treated her like their own daughter, feeding her, asking about her health, and sharing old stories of Jay’s childhood. Jay’s mother would often pull her aside, holding her hand, and speak in hushed tones — asking about her well-being, gently reminding her that no matter what happened, she would always be their daughter-in-law in their hearts.
Jay, too, took care of her in his own quiet way. He made sure she had everything she needed, brought her water when she looked tired, and even helped her with small things around the house. But he kept a strict boundary — treating her as a dear friend, nothing more. There were no lingering touches, no intimate glances. Only respectful care.
In the quiet moments between the function events, they spoke about how happy they were to fix their family name and reputation.
Last night they had an honest conversation about everything, that's when she said it out loud .
“I have missed such a fatherly and motherly bond,” she said, her eyes still on the passing fields. “I wish… if Sudhagaran didn’t interfere, I would have got it earlier.”
Jay looked at her, surprised by the vulnerability in her tone. He stayed quiet for a moment, then asked gently,
“But you didn’t complain so far?”
Nikitha turned to him, a small, bittersweet smile touching her lips.
“You took care of that,” she said softly. You gave me that fatherly and motherly feel whenever I needed it.
“Honestly… you took care of it without saying a word. I didn’t realise it for so long.”
She reached across the small space between them and held his hand. Her fingers were warm, familiar. For a brief moment, the years between them felt closer than they had in months.
“I could see the same care in Tharun’s eyes,” she continued, her voice steady but gentle. “I’m happy about that. Don’t feel like I’m missing out.”
Jay’s grip tightened slightly on her hand, but he didn’t pull away. His eyes held a quiet storm — pain, love, acceptance, all tangled together.
He didn’t speak for a long time. When he finally did, his voice was low, almost a whisper.
“I’m glad you found someone who cares for you, Nikki. Truly.”
But both feared what would happen to his parents if they came to know they had already broken up.
The conversations were bittersweet — filled with nostalgia, regret, and unspoken love.
The Farewell
On the final evening, as they prepared to leave, Jay’s parents stood at the doorstep, their eyes heavy with emotion.
Nikitha fell on their feet, tears streaming down her face.
“I don’t deserve Jay…” she whispered, almost bringing the truth out.
Jay caught her hand gently, stopping her from revealing everything. His grip was firm, but his eyes were filled with heavy pain.
His mother helped her up and hugged her tightly.
“You will always be our daughter,” she whispered. “No matter what.”
Jay’s father placed a blessing hand on her head.
“Take care, child.”
With a heavy heart, Nikitha moved with Jay toward the train station.
The journey back felt longer than ever — filled with silence, unspoken words, and the weight of everything they had left behind.
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Chapter 135 – Return to Reality
Jay and Nikitha reached the station in the evening. The platform was crowded, but the space between them felt vast. The journey back had been quiet, filled with unspoken words and heavy hearts. It was hard for them to move on, yet they knew they had to.
As they stood near the exit, Jay reached his hand first.
“Take care,” he said softly. “Live your life for good.”
Their hands hung in the air for a long moment — a final, lingering touch. Then they split toward their separate paths.
Nikitha had been calling and informing Tharun of every detail — her moves, her thoughts, her feelings. She had become 100% transparent with him. Today, he was supposed to pick her up, but Nikitha had told him she needed to purchase something and would come straight to the apartment.
At 8 PM, when she arrived at the flat, she realised the door was locked from inside. She rang the bell, her heart light with anticipation. She wanted to hug Tharun, to show him her happiness — how she had finally wrapped up everything, how she had checked all the boxes that freed her of guilt.
But when the door opened, she saw a woman standing there.
Nikitha blinked, momentarily stunned.
The woman looked at her with sharp eyes.
“So you are Nikitha?”
“Yes, ma’am… you are…?”
“I’m Tharun’s mother.”
Before Nikitha could respond, a sharp slap landed across her face.
“How dare you?” the woman hissed. “You are married already and you are yet to get the divorce papers, but you are shamelessly living with my son?”
Tharun, who had heard the commotion, rushed out from inside.
“Maa, what are you doing?”
It was a stark contrast to what she had experienced in the village. There, she had been welcomed with warmth. Here, she was met with judgment. She didn’t blame Tharun’s mother — which mother would want her son to marry a woman who was still legally bound to another man?
A commotion erupted. Tharun tried to calm the situation.
“She is my wife,” he said firmly. “I have declared it. I cannot move from that position.”
But Tharun’s mother didn’t agree. She wanted Tharun to kick her out.
Tharun stood his ground.
“She came trusting me. I can’t let her out. If you don’t agree, you can leave to your husband’s house.”
Tharun’s mother, who could not tolerate the words, took her bag and moved toward the door.
Before leaving, she turned back with a final, cutting statement.
“Your marriage is fixed in three months. I don’t want to take her in as daughter-in-law. This is my final decision. Mithra is your love and she is your wife.”
She left the place, slamming the door behind her.
Tharun immediately pulled Nikitha into his arms and consoled her. She was shocked, her cheek still stinging from the slap. She didn’t blame Tharun’s mother, but the reality of society hit her hard once again. In the village, an old man didn’t like sharing maximum assets with daughters equally. Here, a mother didn’t want to understand her — a woman who was still in the process of divorce.
She didn’t blame anyone, but the weight of societal judgment pressed on her chest.
Tharun held her tighter, kissing the cheek that bore his mother’s handprint.
The night was heavy — completely opposite to her village days. But she knew she had returned to the life she had chosen. She had no regrets. She just had to fight for it.
2–3 Weeks Later
The scenarios quietly started to become normal.
Jay, Nikitha, and Tharun worked in the same company, but they maintained a strictly professional bond. No big confrontations. No public drama.
Tharun had paused pursuing his parents for marriage. Instead, Nikitha and Tharun started building a good rapport between them from the base.
In the middle of that, they explored each other physically like never before — passionate, frequent, and intense.
While everything was going well, two things happened out of expectation.
Jay and Nikitha reached the station in the evening. The platform was crowded, but the space between them felt vast. The journey back had been quiet, filled with unspoken words and heavy hearts. It was hard for them to move on, yet they knew they had to.
As they stood near the exit, Jay reached his hand first.
“Take care,” he said softly. “Live your life for good.”
Their hands hung in the air for a long moment — a final, lingering touch. Then they split toward their separate paths.
Nikitha had been calling and informing Tharun of every detail — her moves, her thoughts, her feelings. She had become 100% transparent with him. Today, he was supposed to pick her up, but Nikitha had told him she needed to purchase something and would come straight to the apartment.
At 8 PM, when she arrived at the flat, she realised the door was locked from inside. She rang the bell, her heart light with anticipation. She wanted to hug Tharun, to show him her happiness — how she had finally wrapped up everything, how she had checked all the boxes that freed her of guilt.
But when the door opened, she saw a woman standing there.
Nikitha blinked, momentarily stunned.
The woman looked at her with sharp eyes.
“So you are Nikitha?”
“Yes, ma’am… you are…?”
“I’m Tharun’s mother.”
Before Nikitha could respond, a sharp slap landed across her face.
“How dare you?” the woman hissed. “You are married already and you are yet to get the divorce papers, but you are shamelessly living with my son?”
Tharun, who had heard the commotion, rushed out from inside.
“Maa, what are you doing?”
It was a stark contrast to what she had experienced in the village. There, she had been welcomed with warmth. Here, she was met with judgment. She didn’t blame Tharun’s mother — which mother would want her son to marry a woman who was still legally bound to another man?
A commotion erupted. Tharun tried to calm the situation.
“She is my wife,” he said firmly. “I have declared it. I cannot move from that position.”
But Tharun’s mother didn’t agree. She wanted Tharun to kick her out.
Tharun stood his ground.
“She came trusting me. I can’t let her out. If you don’t agree, you can leave to your husband’s house.”
Tharun’s mother, who could not tolerate the words, took her bag and moved toward the door.
Before leaving, she turned back with a final, cutting statement.
“Your marriage is fixed in three months. I don’t want to take her in as daughter-in-law. This is my final decision. Mithra is your love and she is your wife.”
She left the place, slamming the door behind her.
Tharun immediately pulled Nikitha into his arms and consoled her. She was shocked, her cheek still stinging from the slap. She didn’t blame Tharun’s mother, but the reality of society hit her hard once again. In the village, an old man didn’t like sharing maximum assets with daughters equally. Here, a mother didn’t want to understand her — a woman who was still in the process of divorce.
She didn’t blame anyone, but the weight of societal judgment pressed on her chest.
Tharun held her tighter, kissing the cheek that bore his mother’s handprint.
The night was heavy — completely opposite to her village days. But she knew she had returned to the life she had chosen. She had no regrets. She just had to fight for it.
2–3 Weeks Later
The scenarios quietly started to become normal.
Jay, Nikitha, and Tharun worked in the same company, but they maintained a strictly professional bond. No big confrontations. No public drama.
Tharun had paused pursuing his parents for marriage. Instead, Nikitha and Tharun started building a good rapport between them from the base.
In the middle of that, they explored each other physically like never before — passionate, frequent, and intense.
While everything was going well, two things happened out of expectation.
- Mithra entered Bangalore.
- The company had finalized the winners who would win the UK/US trip.
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