05-07-2026, 10:49 PM
Thats all for the day :)
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NOW GUESS
Adultery A Husband and Wife’s Playful Texts Turn Into a Complicated Affair [COMPLETED]Completed
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05-07-2026, 10:54 PM
(05-07-2026, 10:27 PM)saka1981 Wrote: "The author has said once more, 'I am not someone who writes stories, unlike what you think" . I expected Jay and Nikhitha to get physically intimate in the village, but that didn't happen. . What going to be next ... After the incident at home, Jay has prepared himself to live without Nikhitha . Next, Nikhitha now has to face Tharun’s family and Mithara. Finger crossed
thank you
05-07-2026, 11:34 PM
(05-07-2026, 11:24 PM)amzad2004 Wrote: True love could not be defeated at any cost. It could be suffer for some time. Jay and Nikkita must be get united otherwise it will be b-grade hindi web series. If readers want more chapters tonight then scold me, heygi will post 2-3 chapters within 1 hour.
Here comes our rage bait hero amzad.
Why are you obsessed with words like B-Grade Ullu AltBalaji,
Its your attempt to try intimidating me to force myself to get appreciation to earn a "nextflix orginal"?
Funny bro.
You are very very amazing at thinking such special way of appreciations, you should soon start love story and post it on xossipy. Best wishes
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06-07-2026, 04:44 PM
Story probably ends today or tomorrow
06-07-2026, 04:54 PM
06-07-2026, 08:32 PM
Chapter 136
Three months had passed
Tharun had not bent even an inch for his parents. He refused to return to Cochin, refused to speak with Mithra, and made no effort to salvage the arranged marriage. The wedding that was supposed to happen on the fixed date never took place. He stood solid on his decision, choosing Nikitha over everything else.
Meanwhile, the company was buzzing with fresh gossip. People had started calling Jay and Sharmi a “secret couple.” Their closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed - the way they arrived together sometimes, the long conversations, and the quiet support they offered each other. The rumours spread like wildfire in the office corridors, though neither of them paid much attention.
This gossip did not affect Nikitha much. When Tharun asked if Jay had moved on finding a partner, she just said, they are friends. Tharun asked, "How do you know?
She just smiled and responded… i Just know. However, her friendship with Sharmi had ended long ago. They barely spoke now, even when it came to official work matters. A cold, professional distance had replaced whatever warmth once existed between them.
Nikitha and Jay won a joint Ticket for UK. But neither of them take it. Jay gave it to her and asked to use it when she wanted. A farewell gift, he said.
One Day….
It was exactly one day before the final divorce hearing. As both Nikitha and Jay stood firm on their decision. The court process moved smoothly, and the mandatory waiting period was waived off. The divorce is expected to be granted the next day.
Nikitha felt a strange sense of relief and happiness. In her own mind, she had tried her best — she had been honest with herself and fought to protect the relationship she truly wanted. Does every step to ensure Jay got everything fair back like his parents, his peace. Tharun had been her rock, her emotional support, and everything she had wished for now to begin a chapter like she always wanted. She was almost ready to fully accept him as her partner for life.
Their physical relationship had become intense and adventurous. Sex had turned into their common language — a way to console each other, to find comfort in the middle of the storm surrounding Tharun’s family conflict. Their nights were passionate, wild, and frequent.
Yet, something kept nagging at Nikitha.
She had tried many times to learn more about Mithra, but Tharun always avoided the topic. Sometimes, his voice would reveal deep disappointment about how things ended with Mithra. At other times, he would subtly blame Nikitha for making everything so complicated.
In those moments, Nikitha realized with a jolt that Tharun was doing exactly what she and Jay had done months ago — pretending everything was fine while hiding unresolved pain. For the first time, a quiet doubt crept in: Had he truly moved on, or was he just pretending?
All these months, she had been so focused on her own feelings that she had ignored Tharun’s and things surrounding him. Partly Tharun is also responsive to that. His way of dealing things, Nikitha always believed, he will take care of it without saying much. But now she had some doubts, if he had told her the full story, she wouldn’t have felt it, the moment Tharun denies or skips to tell her full, she gets a doubt…. What if he had deeper wounds beneath the surface?
The question kept returning to her — If he was so determined about me, to get a broken - married woman to love him.. how could he so easily give up on Mithra? First love is special for everyone. How did he walk away from her? That too after years? What really happened?
Tharun’s answers were always vague. “It’s in the past,” he would say. “Don’t dig too deep.”
Nikitha had seen his mother once, but never Mithra. She often wondered what Mithra’s mindset must be after the sudden cancellation of the marriage. Am I being too selfish? Have I ruined lives — Mithra’s, Tharun’s parents’? These thoughts kept circling in her mind.
The same night before the final court hearing, the same thoughts were running through Nikitha’s head even as they made love some where at 11.30 PM.
After a long, intense session, Tharun finally pulled his cock out of her mouth. But her mind was still in the storm of doubts.
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Nikitha was still recovering, breathing heavily, when she looked up at his face. She pushed her lingering doubts aside. This man has taken care of me through everything. He must have his reasons.
Minutes later,
Nikitha stood completely nude near the large window, admiring the glittering midnight beauty of the city lights. Tharun walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his hardening dick against her ass, trying to enter.
She gently stopped him. “Just hug me, you sweet idiot.”
Tharun groaned playfully. “Why won’t you ever let me have a second round?”
Nikitha smiled, leaning back into his chest. “Because you’re too much… One round with you and I lose all my energy.”
Tharun chuckled and teased, “Don’t feel offended, but was it the same story with Jay?”
Nikitha turned around in his arms and looked at him seriously for a moment before smiling. “No. I didn't mean like you think, every sex with him is memorable and full for me.. But I don’t know why I allowed it a few times… back-to-back. Maybe it was because of abundant love. Even after my energy drained, I wanted to give him what he deserved? Maybe the sacrifices of him like I pushed him into life with me, he is doing so much for me, I consider that as love and he deserves it.
Tharun raised an eyebrow. “Then why didn’t you reciprocate with me?”
She laughed softly. “No… what have you sacrificed for me..?
Tharun: What not? See my dear parents, they are now treating me like a stranger.. Is it not a sacrifice.
Nikitha’s face dropped suddenly..
Tharun kissed her deeply, his hands gently caressing her nipples. “I'm sorry, i didn't mean to hurt you.. It just came, I hope they understand us soon… I wish for that,” he murmured.
After a moment, Nikitha spoke again, her voice softer. “Tomorrow is the final hearing. Do you want to come with me?”
Tharun shook his head. “No. I don’t want to rub salt in Jay’s wound.”
Nikitha kissed him hungrily on the mouth after hearing that word.. When he tried suggesting a second round again, she laughed and pushed him back lightly. “No. Tomorrow is an important day. I need to sleep now.”
They hit the bed..
She rested her head on his chest, the city lights sparkling outside, while her mind quietly wrestled with unanswered questions about his past.
Three months had passed
Tharun had not bent even an inch for his parents. He refused to return to Cochin, refused to speak with Mithra, and made no effort to salvage the arranged marriage. The wedding that was supposed to happen on the fixed date never took place. He stood solid on his decision, choosing Nikitha over everything else.
Meanwhile, the company was buzzing with fresh gossip. People had started calling Jay and Sharmi a “secret couple.” Their closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed - the way they arrived together sometimes, the long conversations, and the quiet support they offered each other. The rumours spread like wildfire in the office corridors, though neither of them paid much attention.
This gossip did not affect Nikitha much. When Tharun asked if Jay had moved on finding a partner, she just said, they are friends. Tharun asked, "How do you know?
She just smiled and responded… i Just know. However, her friendship with Sharmi had ended long ago. They barely spoke now, even when it came to official work matters. A cold, professional distance had replaced whatever warmth once existed between them.
Nikitha and Jay won a joint Ticket for UK. But neither of them take it. Jay gave it to her and asked to use it when she wanted. A farewell gift, he said.
One Day….
It was exactly one day before the final divorce hearing. As both Nikitha and Jay stood firm on their decision. The court process moved smoothly, and the mandatory waiting period was waived off. The divorce is expected to be granted the next day.
Nikitha felt a strange sense of relief and happiness. In her own mind, she had tried her best — she had been honest with herself and fought to protect the relationship she truly wanted. Does every step to ensure Jay got everything fair back like his parents, his peace. Tharun had been her rock, her emotional support, and everything she had wished for now to begin a chapter like she always wanted. She was almost ready to fully accept him as her partner for life.
Their physical relationship had become intense and adventurous. Sex had turned into their common language — a way to console each other, to find comfort in the middle of the storm surrounding Tharun’s family conflict. Their nights were passionate, wild, and frequent.
Yet, something kept nagging at Nikitha.
She had tried many times to learn more about Mithra, but Tharun always avoided the topic. Sometimes, his voice would reveal deep disappointment about how things ended with Mithra. At other times, he would subtly blame Nikitha for making everything so complicated.
In those moments, Nikitha realized with a jolt that Tharun was doing exactly what she and Jay had done months ago — pretending everything was fine while hiding unresolved pain. For the first time, a quiet doubt crept in: Had he truly moved on, or was he just pretending?
All these months, she had been so focused on her own feelings that she had ignored Tharun’s and things surrounding him. Partly Tharun is also responsive to that. His way of dealing things, Nikitha always believed, he will take care of it without saying much. But now she had some doubts, if he had told her the full story, she wouldn’t have felt it, the moment Tharun denies or skips to tell her full, she gets a doubt…. What if he had deeper wounds beneath the surface?
The question kept returning to her — If he was so determined about me, to get a broken - married woman to love him.. how could he so easily give up on Mithra? First love is special for everyone. How did he walk away from her? That too after years? What really happened?
Tharun’s answers were always vague. “It’s in the past,” he would say. “Don’t dig too deep.”
Nikitha had seen his mother once, but never Mithra. She often wondered what Mithra’s mindset must be after the sudden cancellation of the marriage. Am I being too selfish? Have I ruined lives — Mithra’s, Tharun’s parents’? These thoughts kept circling in her mind.
The same night before the final court hearing, the same thoughts were running through Nikitha’s head even as they made love some where at 11.30 PM.
After a long, intense session, Tharun finally pulled his cock out of her mouth. But her mind was still in the storm of doubts.
Nikitha was still recovering, breathing heavily, when she looked up at his face. She pushed her lingering doubts aside. This man has taken care of me through everything. He must have his reasons.
Minutes later,
Nikitha stood completely nude near the large window, admiring the glittering midnight beauty of the city lights. Tharun walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his hardening dick against her ass, trying to enter.
She gently stopped him. “Just hug me, you sweet idiot.”
Tharun groaned playfully. “Why won’t you ever let me have a second round?”
Nikitha smiled, leaning back into his chest. “Because you’re too much… One round with you and I lose all my energy.”
Tharun chuckled and teased, “Don’t feel offended, but was it the same story with Jay?”
Nikitha turned around in his arms and looked at him seriously for a moment before smiling. “No. I didn't mean like you think, every sex with him is memorable and full for me.. But I don’t know why I allowed it a few times… back-to-back. Maybe it was because of abundant love. Even after my energy drained, I wanted to give him what he deserved? Maybe the sacrifices of him like I pushed him into life with me, he is doing so much for me, I consider that as love and he deserves it.
Tharun raised an eyebrow. “Then why didn’t you reciprocate with me?”
She laughed softly. “No… what have you sacrificed for me..?
Tharun: What not? See my dear parents, they are now treating me like a stranger.. Is it not a sacrifice.
Nikitha’s face dropped suddenly..
Tharun kissed her deeply, his hands gently caressing her nipples. “I'm sorry, i didn't mean to hurt you.. It just came, I hope they understand us soon… I wish for that,” he murmured.
After a moment, Nikitha spoke again, her voice softer. “Tomorrow is the final hearing. Do you want to come with me?”
Tharun shook his head. “No. I don’t want to rub salt in Jay’s wound.”
Nikitha kissed him hungrily on the mouth after hearing that word.. When he tried suggesting a second round again, she laughed and pushed him back lightly. “No. Tomorrow is an important day. I need to sleep now.”
They hit the bed..
She rested her head on his chest, the city lights sparkling outside, while her mind quietly wrestled with unanswered questions about his past.
06-07-2026, 09:04 PM
(06-07-2026, 08:59 PM)Kohlikohli18 Wrote: Congratulations author Heygi....
It's better to end the story, can't see the painful life of jay.... Please give good ending to jay i mean not the happiness like job,money or something......i just need him to marry someone better than nikitha....
And also please start the Suresh and sneha story....you gave the good ending to jay and the punishment for jay....but not for sneha doing sins and also i need more revenge plots of suresh against Gowtham....Hope you considers my request
The moment he moved on, he is no more in suffer. He is happy content, he is with people who respects him.
If you think, Seeing Nikitha happy around Tharun is suffering.. He is not.
06-07-2026, 09:57 PM
(06-07-2026, 09:12 PM)DesertStorm Wrote: One sincere request as i read Heygi comment earlier that things like "end the story" demotivates the writers . Please refrain from using such lines. Give all suggestions or criticisms or appreciations for the things that happened so far in the story with respect to characters in the story as that will tell them what the readers pulse is and make them refine their skill.
I can understand the anguish in your suggestion of ending because I myself is obsessing over this story but asking the author to put a specific ending is like hijacking a plane to take it to the destination we want.
Pls consider this in a constructive way.
Thanks for voicing out. Its seriously demotivated me, a part of our brain will only register something like that.
We would forget how we spend laughing at all jokes, but a slap will be remembered for ever. For an author "End the Story" is Slap and Humiliation.
06-07-2026, 09:58 PM
(06-07-2026, 09:32 PM)DesertStorm Wrote: In the whole of the last chapter there was no Jay in Nikitha's mind. She has moved on from Jay truly from the time she invited Tharun into her life. Only her promises and gratitude made her take care of Jay and some moments with Tharun made her realise Jay's love for her and her misunderstanding of jay in various situations
1. She thought about her and Jay's issues from months ago to apply them for Tharun.
2. When she thought about breaking hearts. She thought about only Mithra and Tharun's parents. She didn't consider Jay or Tharun or herself for that matter. Because she believed Jay moved on properly and her and Tharun's hearts are in the right place.
3. She casually discusses her sex with Jay with Tharun and mentions that her gratitude for Jay made her offer multiple rounds and the abundant care and love he showed
Heygi , probably after completing the story if you can do a simple Q&A round for clarity it would be great to know your thoughts process as an author
Sure
06-07-2026, 10:24 PM
(06-07-2026, 10:15 PM)Dorabooji Wrote: Why jay parents not insistedvon Nikitha. They did not back her like Tharun parents did for mithra. Is that the love jay mom had on Nikki. Are they acted treating her like daughter in front of others . Where they gone in the divorce proceedings
Because unlike Mithra whose love is real,
Nikitha marriage is not bound by love but situation and Jay's mother know it.
This was last words shared by Jay's mom to her
//
His mother helped her up and hugged her tightly.
“You will always be our daughter,” she whispered. “No matter what.”
//
06-07-2026, 11:23 PM
06-07-2026, 11:28 PM
Work on Client thing, RCF, im not in mood to do anything now :) Some personal things going on. :) I Willl take time :) Im just allowing own to give closure i want.
Things will Change When Mithra opens her story.
My intention is to separate Jay and Nikitha that looks impossible to reunite again.
If someone asked will Nikitha and Tharun will have a chance in first few chapters, the love Jay and Nikitha had will make audience to say Impossible for Nikitha and Tharun to have a chance.
I brought same readers to feel, at this rate its impossible to separate Nikitha and Tharun
Im not flaunting myself, i mean. I put some efforts and situations to play Impossible to become possible. So readers always treasure your relations :) . In reality once love breaks its tough to patch up. Its a lesson in all my stories. Once a physical closeness brings two random people together, is tough to break them.
Things will Change When Mithra opens her story.
My intention is to separate Jay and Nikitha that looks impossible to reunite again.
If someone asked will Nikitha and Tharun will have a chance in first few chapters, the love Jay and Nikitha had will make audience to say Impossible for Nikitha and Tharun to have a chance.
I brought same readers to feel, at this rate its impossible to separate Nikitha and Tharun
Im not flaunting myself, i mean. I put some efforts and situations to play Impossible to become possible. So readers always treasure your relations :) . In reality once love breaks its tough to patch up. Its a lesson in all my stories. Once a physical closeness brings two random people together, is tough to break them.
14-07-2026, 11:15 AM
Sincere apologies. I dont have a peace of mind to continue it now. Some personal things.. i could not share it online. But thanks for waiting patiently.
I'm not sure when i will be back.. may be in a week or in days.
but will try to get back asap :)
meanwhile, get ready with ideas or genres you guys want me to work on next. :)
I'm not sure when i will be back.. may be in a week or in days.
but will try to get back asap :)
meanwhile, get ready with ideas or genres you guys want me to work on next. :)
14-07-2026, 11:17 AM
As far this story is concerned, don't worry about who she will end up with, just enjoy their journey and pain in the love, relation, fight and struggle to keep going with the bond they envisioned.
14-07-2026, 09:55 PM
Apologies again.. i fear if i would be able to continue this story now. or start any story... as i mentioned earlier, personal things keeps its very tough for me mentally and physically. i dont want you all to dig up and wait for updates. Just leave this out. I was hoping to come back and do what i love most (writing stories) but situations keep pushing me aside.
Lets see :) Please dont wait and waste your precious times. love you all, thanks for considering me wishing me standing for me caring for me Thanks.
Im really disappointed to make this story Hang in the air. But as RCF said the story ends when both moved on. Its just a sweet turn of events, which i wanted to add to say how world can be sometimes both sweet and cruel. I.e exactly after Mithra entry. The choices, the life, the love, the friendship, the start, back to square one. That part is alone pending.
Lets see :) Please dont wait and waste your precious times. love you all, thanks for considering me wishing me standing for me caring for me Thanks.
Im really disappointed to make this story Hang in the air. But as RCF said the story ends when both moved on. Its just a sweet turn of events, which i wanted to add to say how world can be sometimes both sweet and cruel. I.e exactly after Mithra entry. The choices, the life, the love, the friendship, the start, back to square one. That part is alone pending.
17-07-2026, 03:14 PM
Chapter 137 - Officially Divorced
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Jay’s bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the disheveled sheets. Clothes were scattered everywhere like fallen soldiers of passion — Sharmi’s elegant red kurti lay crumpled beside her black leggings, bra and delicate lace panties, tangled with Jay’s white shirt and formal trousers. The air hung heavy with the raw, intimate scent of sweat, arousal, and spent desire — a musky testament to the night they had shared.
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On the bed, their bodies were still deeply intertwined. Sharmi lay on her back, her legs spread wide, knees bent and trembling from exhaustion and lingering pleasure. Jay hovered over her, his muscular frame glistening with sweat. His thick, hard cock was buried to the hilt inside her warm, velvety pussy, connected in the most primal way. This was their first time truly giving in to each other, and the sensation was overwhelming — both achingly new and deliciously filthy.
Sharmi moaned deeply, her nails raking down Jay’s broad back as he thrust into her with slow, powerful strokes. Each movement stretched her perfectly, filling her completely. “Ahh… Jay… yes, like that,” she gasped, her voice husky and breaking with raw emotion. Her full, heavy breasts bounced rhythmically with every deep plunge, her dark nipples hardened into peaks. Jay gripped her soft thighs firmly, spreading her even wider, opening her up as he drove his cock deeper into her slick, gripping heat. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, accompanied by the wet, squelching noises of her arousal coating him with every thrust.
He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while gently biting the sensitive bud. His hips ground in slow, deliberate circles, stirring her insides and pressing against that sweet spot deep within her. Sharmi’s eyes fluttered, rolling back in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. “Fuck… you’re so deep inside me,” she whimpered, her walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft. “I’m… I’m going to cum again…”
Jay groaned against her breast, the sound vibrating through her. He increased his pace, fucking her with urgent, animalistic need — not just lust, but a desperate attempt to lose himself, to push away the ghosts of the past. Sharmi arched beneath him, her body surrendering completely as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around him, milking his cock as she cried out his name.
He didn’t stop. With a swift, possessive motion, Jay flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up, positioning her in a deep arch, and entered her again from behind in one smooth, powerful thrust. Sharmi cried out in bliss as he filled her once more, his cock sliding even deeper into her soaked pussy. One of his hands reached around to rub her swollen, sensitive clit in firm circles while the other tangled in her hair, gently pulling as he railed her harder. Their bodies moved in perfect, filthy harmony — raw, passionate, and emotionally charged.
The intensity built to a fever pitch. Jay’s thrusts grew erratic, deeper, more desperate. With a guttural moan that seemed to come from his very soul, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside her welcoming warmth. Sharmi shuddered violently beneath him, her own climax crashing over her simultaneously, her walls squeezing him tightly as if she never wanted to let go.
They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, still intimately joined. Jay’s chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck. For a long moment, neither spoke — only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the room. Jay pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her shoulder, his hand gently stroking her side.
“It’s time,” he whispered eventually, his voice thick with reluctance. “I need to get ready for court.”
Sharmi turned in his arms, her eyes searching his face with a mix of tenderness and quiet understanding. She cupped his cheek and kissed his lips softly, lingeringly. “Don’t worry, Jay. Think of this temporary arrangement as your luck charm. I’ll be your supportive friend — until you completely move on from her. I’m here for you… in every way.”
Jay smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m all good. I’ve moved on.”
Sharmi narrowed her eyes playfully, though there was a hint of sadness beneath it. “No, you’re lying. Twice you called me ‘Niki’ while you were deep inside me. You even caught yourself halfway and said ‘Sharmi’ like it hurt.” She traced a finger down his chest. “It’s okay. Healing takes time.”
Jay sighed heavily, pulling her closer. “It will take some time to completely get over her. She was… everything once.”
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through the intimate silence like a knife.
Jay looked surprised. “Who could it be at this hour?”
Sharmi, still gloriously naked and glowing with afterglow, smirked from the bed. “Go and see it, Mr. Jay,” she said mockingly, stretching languidly.
They were both still smiling — a fragile, shared moment — when the front door opened. Before they could react, the bedroom door swung wide.
It was Nikitha.
She still had her own key and had assumed Jay would be alone, perhaps hoping for one final, civil goodbye. Her eyes widened in shock as the scene hit her all at once: clothes strewn like evidence of betrayal, the thick, unmistakable aroma of sex still heavy in the air, and Sharmi lying naked on the bed, her body marked with the flush of recent passion, Jay half-dressed beside her.
“I’m… I’m so sorry,” Nikitha stammered, her voice cracking. She immediately stepped back, closing the door with trembling hands. The image burned itself into her mind — Jay with another woman, in their old bed.
Jay quickly yanked on his trousers and followed her out into the hallway.
“Niki… why are you here?”
Nikitha stood there, visibly shaken, but she composed herself with the quiet strength that had always defined her. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “Today is the court day. I thought… I would use this moment to share a ride for one last time. So I came to pick you up. I didn’t mean to… intrude.”
Jay nodded, guilt and a storm of emotions flickering across his face. “Wait in the car. I’ll come in 20 minutes.”
Nikitha walked through the house one last time. Everything looked almost exactly as she had left it — neat, organized, disciplined. Her touch still lingered in the carefully arranged bookshelves, the faint scent of her favorite incense that Jay hadn’t bothered to replace. Her heart felt unbearably heavy, like it was being crushed under the weight of memories and regret. The image of Sharmi’s naked body and Jay’s possessive hold on her flashed repeatedly in her mind. Yet, she reminded herself there was no point holding on. She only wished — truly, deeply — that Jay would find happiness, even if it wasn’t with her.
Thirty minutes later, Jay slid into the passenger seat. Nikitha started the car without a word, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.
The city blurred past them as they drove. After a long, suffocating silence, Nikitha finally spoke, her voice soft and vulnerable. “Since when have you and Sharmi been like this… an affair?”
Jay shook his head, staring out the window. “It’s not an affair. I’m just helping her get pregnant.” After a pause, he added quietly, “Her husband knows. It’s a temporary setup. She needs this… and I needed to feel something real again.”
Nikitha’s eyes widened slightly, pain flickering across her features.
“Oh…Im glad its this way, i feared thinking about it and I actually didn’t want you to settle with Sharmi.”
“Why? as you and Sharmi dont get gel?” Jay asked.
“No, not that, the reason is she is married. You won’t have a real future with her. At least if it was with an unmarried woman, you could build a stable married life one day. Even Childrens.”
Jay smiled gently. “Not really. I’m content with whatever I have now. Even without marriage I’ll have a future with children in the form of Sharmi’s baby when she gets pregnant.”
Nikitha glanced at him. “Can you claim the child publicly?”
“That’s the disadvantage. I cannot claim it. But I’ll watch from a distance and feel happy. I like kids.”
“You never said this to me,” Nikitha said quietly.
Jay smiled sadly. “We never knew if we were truly serious about each other in the first place. That’s why I always asked you to take pills or brought condoms. But if I had even the slightest hint that we were forever… I would have lost count of the babies.”
Nikitha looked straight ahead, her vision blurring. “Forget it. We have moved on.”
“I know,” Jay replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
The rest of the journey passed in heavy, aching silence, filled with everything they couldn’t say.
Several hours later, the court order was passed. They were legally divorced.
Nikitha and Jay stood facing each other outside the courthouse for a long time, the world fading around them. Neither could speak. Their hearts were heavy with countless memories — laughter, fights, late-night talks, the way their bodies once fit perfectly, the dreams they had built and shattered. Tears welled in both their eyes, but they held them back.
In their hearts, they prayed silently the same prayer:
Let the other lead a peaceful and happy life.
Jay reached out, gently squeezing her hand one final time. Nikitha squeezed back, then let go. They turned and walked away in opposite directions, the chapter of their love closing forever — painful, beautiful, and profoundly human.
Nikitha walked to the car with a heavy heart, each step feeling like it carried the weight of their entire shared history. She slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly as if it could anchor her against the storm inside her chest.
She closed her eyes, trying to breathe through the pain.
Her phone suddenly rang — an unknown number. Nikitha stared at the screen for a moment, her mind foggy and unwilling to engage with the world. Yet something compelled her to answer. She swiped to attend the call, pressing the phone to her ear.
“Hello?”
A calm, professional female voice spoke. “Am I speaking to Nikitha?”
Nikitha paused, distracted and emotionally drained. After a few seconds, she managed a quiet, “Yes…”
“Well, good,” the voice replied. “I’m Doctor Mithra. I realise now you may know who I am. If you’re okay with it, shall we meet sometime? It’s important.”
The name Mithra hit Nikitha like a thunderbolt. Her breath caught sharply in her throat. For a second, her mind went completely blank. She pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the screen in disbelief. Truecaller clearly displayed: Dr. Mithra.
Her hand trembled slightly as she held the phone. Of all the days, of all the moments — right after witnessing Jay with Sharmi, on the day of their divorce — this call had come. She didn’t know what to say, what to feel. The timing felt cruelly poetic.
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Jay’s bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the disheveled sheets. Clothes were scattered everywhere like fallen soldiers of passion — Sharmi’s elegant red kurti lay crumpled beside her black leggings, bra and delicate lace panties, tangled with Jay’s white shirt and formal trousers. The air hung heavy with the raw, intimate scent of sweat, arousal, and spent desire — a musky testament to the night they had shared.
On the bed, their bodies were still deeply intertwined. Sharmi lay on her back, her legs spread wide, knees bent and trembling from exhaustion and lingering pleasure. Jay hovered over her, his muscular frame glistening with sweat. His thick, hard cock was buried to the hilt inside her warm, velvety pussy, connected in the most primal way. This was their first time truly giving in to each other, and the sensation was overwhelming — both achingly new and deliciously filthy.
Sharmi moaned deeply, her nails raking down Jay’s broad back as he thrust into her with slow, powerful strokes. Each movement stretched her perfectly, filling her completely. “Ahh… Jay… yes, like that,” she gasped, her voice husky and breaking with raw emotion. Her full, heavy breasts bounced rhythmically with every deep plunge, her dark nipples hardened into peaks. Jay gripped her soft thighs firmly, spreading her even wider, opening her up as he drove his cock deeper into her slick, gripping heat. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, accompanied by the wet, squelching noises of her arousal coating him with every thrust.
He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while gently biting the sensitive bud. His hips ground in slow, deliberate circles, stirring her insides and pressing against that sweet spot deep within her. Sharmi’s eyes fluttered, rolling back in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. “Fuck… you’re so deep inside me,” she whimpered, her walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft. “I’m… I’m going to cum again…”
Jay groaned against her breast, the sound vibrating through her. He increased his pace, fucking her with urgent, animalistic need — not just lust, but a desperate attempt to lose himself, to push away the ghosts of the past. Sharmi arched beneath him, her body surrendering completely as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around him, milking his cock as she cried out his name.
He didn’t stop. With a swift, possessive motion, Jay flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up, positioning her in a deep arch, and entered her again from behind in one smooth, powerful thrust. Sharmi cried out in bliss as he filled her once more, his cock sliding even deeper into her soaked pussy. One of his hands reached around to rub her swollen, sensitive clit in firm circles while the other tangled in her hair, gently pulling as he railed her harder. Their bodies moved in perfect, filthy harmony — raw, passionate, and emotionally charged.
The intensity built to a fever pitch. Jay’s thrusts grew erratic, deeper, more desperate. With a guttural moan that seemed to come from his very soul, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside her welcoming warmth. Sharmi shuddered violently beneath him, her own climax crashing over her simultaneously, her walls squeezing him tightly as if she never wanted to let go.
They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, still intimately joined. Jay’s chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck. For a long moment, neither spoke — only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the room. Jay pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her shoulder, his hand gently stroking her side.
“It’s time,” he whispered eventually, his voice thick with reluctance. “I need to get ready for court.”
Sharmi turned in his arms, her eyes searching his face with a mix of tenderness and quiet understanding. She cupped his cheek and kissed his lips softly, lingeringly. “Don’t worry, Jay. Think of this temporary arrangement as your luck charm. I’ll be your supportive friend — until you completely move on from her. I’m here for you… in every way.”
Jay smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m all good. I’ve moved on.”
Sharmi narrowed her eyes playfully, though there was a hint of sadness beneath it. “No, you’re lying. Twice you called me ‘Niki’ while you were deep inside me. You even caught yourself halfway and said ‘Sharmi’ like it hurt.” She traced a finger down his chest. “It’s okay. Healing takes time.”
Jay sighed heavily, pulling her closer. “It will take some time to completely get over her. She was… everything once.”
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through the intimate silence like a knife.
Jay looked surprised. “Who could it be at this hour?”
Sharmi, still gloriously naked and glowing with afterglow, smirked from the bed. “Go and see it, Mr. Jay,” she said mockingly, stretching languidly.
They were both still smiling — a fragile, shared moment — when the front door opened. Before they could react, the bedroom door swung wide.
It was Nikitha.
She still had her own key and had assumed Jay would be alone, perhaps hoping for one final, civil goodbye. Her eyes widened in shock as the scene hit her all at once: clothes strewn like evidence of betrayal, the thick, unmistakable aroma of sex still heavy in the air, and Sharmi lying naked on the bed, her body marked with the flush of recent passion, Jay half-dressed beside her.
“I’m… I’m so sorry,” Nikitha stammered, her voice cracking. She immediately stepped back, closing the door with trembling hands. The image burned itself into her mind — Jay with another woman, in their old bed.
Jay quickly yanked on his trousers and followed her out into the hallway.
“Niki… why are you here?”
Nikitha stood there, visibly shaken, but she composed herself with the quiet strength that had always defined her. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “Today is the court day. I thought… I would use this moment to share a ride for one last time. So I came to pick you up. I didn’t mean to… intrude.”
Jay nodded, guilt and a storm of emotions flickering across his face. “Wait in the car. I’ll come in 20 minutes.”
Nikitha walked through the house one last time. Everything looked almost exactly as she had left it — neat, organized, disciplined. Her touch still lingered in the carefully arranged bookshelves, the faint scent of her favorite incense that Jay hadn’t bothered to replace. Her heart felt unbearably heavy, like it was being crushed under the weight of memories and regret. The image of Sharmi’s naked body and Jay’s possessive hold on her flashed repeatedly in her mind. Yet, she reminded herself there was no point holding on. She only wished — truly, deeply — that Jay would find happiness, even if it wasn’t with her.
Thirty minutes later, Jay slid into the passenger seat. Nikitha started the car without a word, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.
The city blurred past them as they drove. After a long, suffocating silence, Nikitha finally spoke, her voice soft and vulnerable. “Since when have you and Sharmi been like this… an affair?”
Jay shook his head, staring out the window. “It’s not an affair. I’m just helping her get pregnant.” After a pause, he added quietly, “Her husband knows. It’s a temporary setup. She needs this… and I needed to feel something real again.”
Nikitha’s eyes widened slightly, pain flickering across her features.
“Oh…Im glad its this way, i feared thinking about it and I actually didn’t want you to settle with Sharmi.”
“Why? as you and Sharmi dont get gel?” Jay asked.
“No, not that, the reason is she is married. You won’t have a real future with her. At least if it was with an unmarried woman, you could build a stable married life one day. Even Childrens.”
Jay smiled gently. “Not really. I’m content with whatever I have now. Even without marriage I’ll have a future with children in the form of Sharmi’s baby when she gets pregnant.”
Nikitha glanced at him. “Can you claim the child publicly?”
“That’s the disadvantage. I cannot claim it. But I’ll watch from a distance and feel happy. I like kids.”
“You never said this to me,” Nikitha said quietly.
Jay smiled sadly. “We never knew if we were truly serious about each other in the first place. That’s why I always asked you to take pills or brought condoms. But if I had even the slightest hint that we were forever… I would have lost count of the babies.”
Nikitha looked straight ahead, her vision blurring. “Forget it. We have moved on.”
“I know,” Jay replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
The rest of the journey passed in heavy, aching silence, filled with everything they couldn’t say.
Several hours later, the court order was passed. They were legally divorced.
Nikitha and Jay stood facing each other outside the courthouse for a long time, the world fading around them. Neither could speak. Their hearts were heavy with countless memories — laughter, fights, late-night talks, the way their bodies once fit perfectly, the dreams they had built and shattered. Tears welled in both their eyes, but they held them back.
In their hearts, they prayed silently the same prayer:
Let the other lead a peaceful and happy life.
Jay reached out, gently squeezing her hand one final time. Nikitha squeezed back, then let go. They turned and walked away in opposite directions, the chapter of their love closing forever — painful, beautiful, and profoundly human.
Nikitha walked to the car with a heavy heart, each step feeling like it carried the weight of their entire shared history. She slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly as if it could anchor her against the storm inside her chest.
She closed her eyes, trying to breathe through the pain.
Her phone suddenly rang — an unknown number. Nikitha stared at the screen for a moment, her mind foggy and unwilling to engage with the world. Yet something compelled her to answer. She swiped to attend the call, pressing the phone to her ear.
“Hello?”
A calm, professional female voice spoke. “Am I speaking to Nikitha?”
Nikitha paused, distracted and emotionally drained. After a few seconds, she managed a quiet, “Yes…”
“Well, good,” the voice replied. “I’m Doctor Mithra. I realise now you may know who I am. If you’re okay with it, shall we meet sometime? It’s important.”
The name Mithra hit Nikitha like a thunderbolt. Her breath caught sharply in her throat. For a second, her mind went completely blank. She pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the screen in disbelief. Truecaller clearly displayed: Dr. Mithra.
Her hand trembled slightly as she held the phone. Of all the days, of all the moments — right after witnessing Jay with Sharmi, on the day of their divorce — this call had come. She didn’t know what to say, what to feel. The timing felt cruelly poetic.
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17-07-2026, 04:33 PM
CHapter 138 - Only one heart at peace.
Nikitha’s fingers were still trembling, clutching the phone like a lifeline as Mithra’s name flashed accusingly on the screen. The ringtone cut through the silence of the courthouse corridor like a warning. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
Then another call sliced in—Tharun.
Without a second thought, she tapped to hold Mithra and switched lines. The decision felt electric, dangerous. Like stepping off a cliff and trusting the fall.
“Hey…” Tharun’s voice poured through the speaker, warm, deep, laced with barely contained hunger. “How did the judgment go?”
“It’s done,” Nikitha whispered, her voice shaky but relieved. “We’re officially divorced.”
A heavy, relieved exhale from his end sent a shiver racing down her spine. “Good. Finally. I have a surprise for you, baby. Come to me right now. I’m sending the location—don’t think, just come.”
Before she could catch her breath or ask questions, Tharun had already taken control. His messages buzzed in one after another—coordinates, flight details, a car waiting outside. Within hours, she found herself swept up in his whirlwind, boarding a flight to Mumbai with nothing but the clothes on her back and the divorce papers burning a hole in her bag.
The city lights blurred past as the car carried them to the familiar luxurious resort villa perched on the edge of the sea—the very place where everything had begun months ago. The same soft lighting, the same scent of salt air and jasmine. Nikitha’s pulse quickened as memories flooded back: stolen kisses, desperate touches, the first time he had claimed her against these very walls.
“Why here… of all places?” she asked as they stepped inside, her voice barely above a whisper. The door clicked shut behind them with finality.
Tharun turned to her slowly, his eyes dark with intent. He closed the distance in two strides, cupping her face in his large, warm hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “This is where I first made love to you, Nikitha. Where I knew you were meant to be mine. Now that you’re free from him… and I’ve cut every tie with Mithra and my family… we start fresh. Just you and me. No ghosts. No chains.”
The air between them thickened, charged like the moments before a storm. His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, tracing the curve of her neck, the rise of her breasts beneath her blouse. Nikitha felt exposed already, heat pooling low in her belly.
Tharun didn’t wait. He backed her against the cool wall with a gentle but insistent push, his body pressing into hers. His mouth crashed down on hers—deep, hungry, devouring. The kiss was possessive, tongues tangling, teeth grazing. His hands roamed greedily: sliding under her top, palms hot against her skin as he peeled the fabric upward and tossed it aside. With a practiced flick, her bra followed, freeing her full, heavy breasts. They spilled into his waiting hands.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he groaned, kneading them firmly, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. Nikitha mocked missed? you are always doing this.. He smirked and bent his head and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. Nikitha moaned, arching into him, her fingers threading through his hair.
His other hand worked lower, unbuttoning her pants and shoving them down along with her soaked panties. Cool air kissed her bare skin as his fingers brushed her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit with light strokes that made her hips buck.
“Tharun…” she gasped, desperate.
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She tugged at his shirt, buttons flying as she yanked it open. Her hands explored the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, then lower, freeing his thick, throbbing cock from his trousers. It sprang hot and heavy into her palm, veins pulsing under her touch. She stroked him firmly, earning a deep, guttural growl.
In one fluid motion, Tharun lifted her. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, her wet pussy grinding against the length of his shaft as he carried her to the massive king-sized bed. He laid her down like something precious yet breakable, then climbed over her, caging her body with his.
His cock rubbed teasingly along her dripping slit, the head nudging her entrance again and again, coating himself in her arousal. “I want you so fucking badly,” he growled against her lips. “Been dreaming of this every night.”
He pushed her thighs wide apart, spreading her open. Then, with agonizing slowness, he thrust forward—inch by thick inch—stretching her, filling her completely in one long, deep stroke. Nikitha cried out, back bowing off the bed, nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming: the burn, the fullness, the perfect pressure against that spot deep inside.
Tharun held still for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and burning. Between heavy breaths, he asked, “Who are you now?”
“Your lover…” she moaned, clenching around him.
He smiled, dark and satisfied, then began to move—slow, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive nerve. The pace built, each thrust deeper, harder. Skin slapped against skin. Her breasts bounced with every impact.
“Who is Jay?” he demanded, voice rough as he slammed in harder.
“My ex…” she gasped, pleasure bordering on pain as he hit that perfect angle.
Tharun’s grin turned feral. He hooked her legs higher, folding her nearly in half, pounding deeper. “Who is Tharun?”
“My husband…” Nikitha screamed as another wave of ecstasy crashed through her.
That word—husband—unleashed him. He pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand, the other gripping her hip as he fucked her with raw, relentless intensity. The bed creaked violently beneath them. Sweat slicked their bodies, making every slide of skin against skin obscene and delicious. He sucked marks into her neck, her breasts, claiming every inch while his cock drove into her again and again, grinding against her clit on every thrust.
“How many children do you want?” he rasped, voice strained with building release.
“As many as you wish…” she whimpered, lost in the haze.
“Two?” He fucked her faster, hips snapping.
“Two… I need,” she cried, tears of pleasure pricking her eyes.
“Three?” His thrusts turned punishing, cock swelling inside her, hitting every sweet spot.
“Let’s plan… three,” Nikitha sobbed, her walls fluttering wildly around him.
Tharun’s control shattered. He released her wrists, gripping her ass with both hands as he drove into her with wild, possessive strokes. “You’re mine now,” he growled, teeth sinking gently into her shoulder. “Only mine. Forever.”
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The coil inside her snapped. Nikitha came hard, screaming his name, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock like a vice. The orgasm ripped through her in powerful waves, vision whitening at the edges.
With a deep, animalistic groan, Tharun buried himself to the hilt one final time. His cock pulsed violently as he spilled inside her—hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her depths, filling her until it leaked around his shaft. He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last drop, every last tremor.
They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling tangle, breathing ragged, bodies still joined. Tharun held her close, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips with surprising tenderness.
“This is our new beginning,” he whispered into her hair.
Their bodies remained tangled on the luxurious king-sized bed, skin slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Tharun’s chest rose and fell against hers, his cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with residual pulses. He hadn’t softened completely. Even after that soul-shattering first round, he was still rock-hard, thick, and ready.
He kissed her slowly, deeply, tongues dancing in a lazy rhythm as his hips gave a few lazy, possessive thrusts, stirring his cum deeper into her. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured against her lips, voice husky and dark with renewed hunger. “I want a second round, baby. Right now.”
Nikitha’s heart swelled with a rush of pure happiness. This was freedom. No guilt. No secrets. Just them. For the first time, she felt truly liberated—eager, shameless, ready to give herself completely. A seductive smile curved her lips as she nodded, her fingers tracing the hard muscles of his back.
“And this time…” Tharun’s eyes gleamed with wicked mischief, “let’s record a selfie video. I want to capture every moan, every bounce of your beautiful tits while I fuck you senseless. Something just for us.”
Heat flooded her cheeks and core at the filthy suggestion. She bit her lip, nodding without hesitation. “Yes… I want that too.”
Tharun reached for her phone on the nightstand, his muscular body flexing beautifully in the dim golden light. He propped it up against the headboard, angling the camera to capture them perfectly. The red recording light blinked on. Nikitha spread her legs wide in invitation, her glistening, cum-smeared pussy on full display. She pulled him closer by the neck, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him hungrily.
He positioned himself between her thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging her swollen entrance once more. “Look at the camera, baby,” he growled, voice dripping with lust. “Show the lens who you belong to now.”
Just as he began to push inside her—stretching her slowly, deliciously—the phone screen suddenly flared to life with an incoming call.
Dr. Mithra
The name flashed boldly across the recording, Truecaller boldly labeling it. The ringtone sliced through their heavy breathing like a blade.
Tharun froze mid-thrust, his cock halfway buried inside her. His entire body went rigid. The passionate fire in his eyes extinguished in an instant, replaced by something colder—shock, then raw tension. “How the fuck did she get your number?” he demanded, voice low and strained.
“I… I don’t know,” Nikitha whispered, equally stunned. But she called me in the evening aftercourt..
Tharun asked what did she say?
nothing you called immedaitely and i had to pick your call.. then she didnt call me.
Tharun inhaled deeply.
Her walls involuntarily clenched around his thickness, but the magic was already shattering.
The call kept ringing, insistent, menacing. Tharun’s expression darkened further. His cock, so gloriously hard moments ago, began to soften inside her. With a frustrated curse, he pulled out completely, leaving her aching and empty. He rolled off her and collapsed onto his back, staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched tight. The phone continued vibrating on the headboard until the call finally went to voicemail.
The luxurious villa suddenly felt colder. The ocean waves outside, once romantic, now sounded like a distant warning.
Nikitha’s heart twisted. She moved closer, crawling over to him and resting her head on his broad, hairy chest. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed warmly against his side, nipples still hard from arousal. She trailed gentle fingers over his abs, trying to soothe him. “What happened, Tharun? Talk to me…”
He stayed silent for a long, heavy moment, one arm eventually coming around her shoulders. When he finally spoke, his voice was tight. “Let’s not delay this anymore. We should get married soon. As soon as possible.”
Nikitha lifted her head, searching his face. What she saw there made her stomach drop—visible fear in his eyes. Not just unease, but something deeper, almost haunted. The strong, dominant man who had just fucked her into oblivion now looked vulnerable in a way that sent a chill through her.
She tried to lighten the mood, tracing a finger down his chest playfully, her voice turning sultry. “Every time you ask me for a second round, I’m finally ready now… fully ready. Shall we continue?” She reached down, wrapping her soft hand around his semi-hard cock, stroking him gently, hoping to bring him back.
But Tharun caught her wrist, stopping her. “Sorry…” he muttered. Then, suddenly, he pulled her up roughly into his arms, hugging her with desperate strength. His powerful arms crushed her against him, face buried in her neck as if afraid she might vanish. “I’m serious, Nikki. We should marry soon. I need you to be mine completely. Legally. Before anything else happens.”
Nikitha hugged him back just as tightly, her naked body molding to his. She could feel his heart hammering wildly against hers. The earlier ecstasy now felt tainted by this sudden shadow. Questions swirled in her mind like a storm: What hold did this woman still have over him? Why did one name turn her passionate lover into this fearful, urgent man?
She kissed his shoulder softly, but her thoughts raced. The timing felt too cruel, too deliberate. The villa that was supposed to be their sanctuary now echoed with unspoken threats.
Even on this night—the night that should have been their perfect new beginning—the shadow of the past refused to fade. It lingered in the silence between their heartbeats, in the unanswered call, and in the fear that had stolen the fire from Tharun’s eyes.
Nikitha closed her eyes, holding him tighter, but deep inside, a quiet dread began to bloom. Their fresh start was already being tested… and something told her the real storm was only just beginning.
Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away in Bangalore, a very different kind of intimacy was unfolding.
Jay’s bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Sharmi lay beneath him on the rumpled sheets, her naked body glistening, legs still parted from their previous round. Her breathing was heavy, cheeks flushed, as she traced lazy circles on his chest.
She looked up at him with vulnerable eyes, voice soft and hesitant. “Jay… when I finally get pregnant and have to part ways… will you miss me? Even a little?”
Jay’s expression hardened instantly. The question seemed to irritate him. Without a word, he grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back in one swift, dominant motion. He climbed on top of her, his muscular body pinning her down, cock already hardening again against her thigh.
“This is not your life, Sharmi,” he said coldly, voice low and cutting as he stared directly into her eyes. “You came here for a need. It’s done. Don’t get emotionally attached to me.”
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Sharmi’s lips parted, hurt flashing across her face as she started to speak—“But I—”
Before she could finish, Jay gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his thick cock deep inside her slick, cum-filled pussy. Sharmi gasped sharply, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely.
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He didn’t give her any time to recover or respond. He started fucking her hard and relentlessly, hips slamming against hers with raw, mechanical intensity. The wet, obscene sound of his cock driving into her echoed in the room. Her breasts bounced violently with every brutal thrust.
“You’re here for one purpose,” Jay growled between heavy strokes, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other roughly kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple. “To carry a child for you and your husband. That’s it. Don’t complicate things with feelings.”
Sharmi moaned loudly despite herself, her body betraying her as pleasure mixed with the sting of his words. Her walls clenched tightly around his pounding shaft, still sensitive from before. Jay’s pace was merciless—deep, angry strokes that hit her cervix with every thrust, as if punishing her for daring to ask for more.
Sharmi could only whimper and nod, tears of mixed emotion pricking her eyes while her hips bucked up to meet his savage rhythm. Jay fucked her even harder, the bed creaking violently beneath them, chasing his own release with cold detachment.
Back in Mumbai, Nikitha hugged Tharun tighter, completely unaware of the parallel scene playing out in Bangalore. Yet the weight in the air felt similar—past entanglements refusing to die quietly. Tharun’s fear of Mithra, Jay’s cold transactional lust with Sharmi… threads of old lives were still pulling at both of them.
The hearts Nikitha played were restless, while its was not same for Nikitha, she was happy but every other are struggling.
Nikitha kissed Tharun’s chest softly, but her mind swirled with unanswered questions. Their new beginning was supposed to be clean, passionate, and free.
Instead, the ghosts of yesterday were closing in from every direction.
Nikitha’s fingers were still trembling, clutching the phone like a lifeline as Mithra’s name flashed accusingly on the screen. The ringtone cut through the silence of the courthouse corridor like a warning. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
Then another call sliced in—Tharun.
Without a second thought, she tapped to hold Mithra and switched lines. The decision felt electric, dangerous. Like stepping off a cliff and trusting the fall.
“Hey…” Tharun’s voice poured through the speaker, warm, deep, laced with barely contained hunger. “How did the judgment go?”
“It’s done,” Nikitha whispered, her voice shaky but relieved. “We’re officially divorced.”
A heavy, relieved exhale from his end sent a shiver racing down her spine. “Good. Finally. I have a surprise for you, baby. Come to me right now. I’m sending the location—don’t think, just come.”
Before she could catch her breath or ask questions, Tharun had already taken control. His messages buzzed in one after another—coordinates, flight details, a car waiting outside. Within hours, she found herself swept up in his whirlwind, boarding a flight to Mumbai with nothing but the clothes on her back and the divorce papers burning a hole in her bag.
The city lights blurred past as the car carried them to the familiar luxurious resort villa perched on the edge of the sea—the very place where everything had begun months ago. The same soft lighting, the same scent of salt air and jasmine. Nikitha’s pulse quickened as memories flooded back: stolen kisses, desperate touches, the first time he had claimed her against these very walls.
“Why here… of all places?” she asked as they stepped inside, her voice barely above a whisper. The door clicked shut behind them with finality.
Tharun turned to her slowly, his eyes dark with intent. He closed the distance in two strides, cupping her face in his large, warm hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “This is where I first made love to you, Nikitha. Where I knew you were meant to be mine. Now that you’re free from him… and I’ve cut every tie with Mithra and my family… we start fresh. Just you and me. No ghosts. No chains.”
The air between them thickened, charged like the moments before a storm. His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, tracing the curve of her neck, the rise of her breasts beneath her blouse. Nikitha felt exposed already, heat pooling low in her belly.
Tharun didn’t wait. He backed her against the cool wall with a gentle but insistent push, his body pressing into hers. His mouth crashed down on hers—deep, hungry, devouring. The kiss was possessive, tongues tangling, teeth grazing. His hands roamed greedily: sliding under her top, palms hot against her skin as he peeled the fabric upward and tossed it aside. With a practiced flick, her bra followed, freeing her full, heavy breasts. They spilled into his waiting hands.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he groaned, kneading them firmly, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. Nikitha mocked missed? you are always doing this.. He smirked and bent his head and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. Nikitha moaned, arching into him, her fingers threading through his hair.
His other hand worked lower, unbuttoning her pants and shoving them down along with her soaked panties. Cool air kissed her bare skin as his fingers brushed her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit with light strokes that made her hips buck.
“Tharun…” she gasped, desperate.
She tugged at his shirt, buttons flying as she yanked it open. Her hands explored the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, then lower, freeing his thick, throbbing cock from his trousers. It sprang hot and heavy into her palm, veins pulsing under her touch. She stroked him firmly, earning a deep, guttural growl.
In one fluid motion, Tharun lifted her. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, her wet pussy grinding against the length of his shaft as he carried her to the massive king-sized bed. He laid her down like something precious yet breakable, then climbed over her, caging her body with his.
His cock rubbed teasingly along her dripping slit, the head nudging her entrance again and again, coating himself in her arousal. “I want you so fucking badly,” he growled against her lips. “Been dreaming of this every night.”
He pushed her thighs wide apart, spreading her open. Then, with agonizing slowness, he thrust forward—inch by thick inch—stretching her, filling her completely in one long, deep stroke. Nikitha cried out, back bowing off the bed, nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming: the burn, the fullness, the perfect pressure against that spot deep inside.
Tharun held still for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and burning. Between heavy breaths, he asked, “Who are you now?”
“Your lover…” she moaned, clenching around him.
He smiled, dark and satisfied, then began to move—slow, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive nerve. The pace built, each thrust deeper, harder. Skin slapped against skin. Her breasts bounced with every impact.
“Who is Jay?” he demanded, voice rough as he slammed in harder.
“My ex…” she gasped, pleasure bordering on pain as he hit that perfect angle.
Tharun’s grin turned feral. He hooked her legs higher, folding her nearly in half, pounding deeper. “Who is Tharun?”
“My husband…” Nikitha screamed as another wave of ecstasy crashed through her.
That word—husband—unleashed him. He pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand, the other gripping her hip as he fucked her with raw, relentless intensity. The bed creaked violently beneath them. Sweat slicked their bodies, making every slide of skin against skin obscene and delicious. He sucked marks into her neck, her breasts, claiming every inch while his cock drove into her again and again, grinding against her clit on every thrust.
“How many children do you want?” he rasped, voice strained with building release.
“As many as you wish…” she whimpered, lost in the haze.
“Two?” He fucked her faster, hips snapping.
“Two… I need,” she cried, tears of pleasure pricking her eyes.
“Three?” His thrusts turned punishing, cock swelling inside her, hitting every sweet spot.
“Let’s plan… three,” Nikitha sobbed, her walls fluttering wildly around him.
Tharun’s control shattered. He released her wrists, gripping her ass with both hands as he drove into her with wild, possessive strokes. “You’re mine now,” he growled, teeth sinking gently into her shoulder. “Only mine. Forever.”
The coil inside her snapped. Nikitha came hard, screaming his name, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock like a vice. The orgasm ripped through her in powerful waves, vision whitening at the edges.
With a deep, animalistic groan, Tharun buried himself to the hilt one final time. His cock pulsed violently as he spilled inside her—hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her depths, filling her until it leaked around his shaft. He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last drop, every last tremor.
They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling tangle, breathing ragged, bodies still joined. Tharun held her close, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips with surprising tenderness.
“This is our new beginning,” he whispered into her hair.
Their bodies remained tangled on the luxurious king-sized bed, skin slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Tharun’s chest rose and fell against hers, his cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with residual pulses. He hadn’t softened completely. Even after that soul-shattering first round, he was still rock-hard, thick, and ready.
He kissed her slowly, deeply, tongues dancing in a lazy rhythm as his hips gave a few lazy, possessive thrusts, stirring his cum deeper into her. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured against her lips, voice husky and dark with renewed hunger. “I want a second round, baby. Right now.”
Nikitha’s heart swelled with a rush of pure happiness. This was freedom. No guilt. No secrets. Just them. For the first time, she felt truly liberated—eager, shameless, ready to give herself completely. A seductive smile curved her lips as she nodded, her fingers tracing the hard muscles of his back.
“And this time…” Tharun’s eyes gleamed with wicked mischief, “let’s record a selfie video. I want to capture every moan, every bounce of your beautiful tits while I fuck you senseless. Something just for us.”
Heat flooded her cheeks and core at the filthy suggestion. She bit her lip, nodding without hesitation. “Yes… I want that too.”
Tharun reached for her phone on the nightstand, his muscular body flexing beautifully in the dim golden light. He propped it up against the headboard, angling the camera to capture them perfectly. The red recording light blinked on. Nikitha spread her legs wide in invitation, her glistening, cum-smeared pussy on full display. She pulled him closer by the neck, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him hungrily.
He positioned himself between her thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging her swollen entrance once more. “Look at the camera, baby,” he growled, voice dripping with lust. “Show the lens who you belong to now.”
Just as he began to push inside her—stretching her slowly, deliciously—the phone screen suddenly flared to life with an incoming call.
Dr. Mithra
The name flashed boldly across the recording, Truecaller boldly labeling it. The ringtone sliced through their heavy breathing like a blade.
Tharun froze mid-thrust, his cock halfway buried inside her. His entire body went rigid. The passionate fire in his eyes extinguished in an instant, replaced by something colder—shock, then raw tension. “How the fuck did she get your number?” he demanded, voice low and strained.
“I… I don’t know,” Nikitha whispered, equally stunned. But she called me in the evening aftercourt..
Tharun asked what did she say?
nothing you called immedaitely and i had to pick your call.. then she didnt call me.
Tharun inhaled deeply.
Her walls involuntarily clenched around his thickness, but the magic was already shattering.
The call kept ringing, insistent, menacing. Tharun’s expression darkened further. His cock, so gloriously hard moments ago, began to soften inside her. With a frustrated curse, he pulled out completely, leaving her aching and empty. He rolled off her and collapsed onto his back, staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched tight. The phone continued vibrating on the headboard until the call finally went to voicemail.
The luxurious villa suddenly felt colder. The ocean waves outside, once romantic, now sounded like a distant warning.
Nikitha’s heart twisted. She moved closer, crawling over to him and resting her head on his broad, hairy chest. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed warmly against his side, nipples still hard from arousal. She trailed gentle fingers over his abs, trying to soothe him. “What happened, Tharun? Talk to me…”
He stayed silent for a long, heavy moment, one arm eventually coming around her shoulders. When he finally spoke, his voice was tight. “Let’s not delay this anymore. We should get married soon. As soon as possible.”
Nikitha lifted her head, searching his face. What she saw there made her stomach drop—visible fear in his eyes. Not just unease, but something deeper, almost haunted. The strong, dominant man who had just fucked her into oblivion now looked vulnerable in a way that sent a chill through her.
She tried to lighten the mood, tracing a finger down his chest playfully, her voice turning sultry. “Every time you ask me for a second round, I’m finally ready now… fully ready. Shall we continue?” She reached down, wrapping her soft hand around his semi-hard cock, stroking him gently, hoping to bring him back.
But Tharun caught her wrist, stopping her. “Sorry…” he muttered. Then, suddenly, he pulled her up roughly into his arms, hugging her with desperate strength. His powerful arms crushed her against him, face buried in her neck as if afraid she might vanish. “I’m serious, Nikki. We should marry soon. I need you to be mine completely. Legally. Before anything else happens.”
Nikitha hugged him back just as tightly, her naked body molding to his. She could feel his heart hammering wildly against hers. The earlier ecstasy now felt tainted by this sudden shadow. Questions swirled in her mind like a storm: What hold did this woman still have over him? Why did one name turn her passionate lover into this fearful, urgent man?
She kissed his shoulder softly, but her thoughts raced. The timing felt too cruel, too deliberate. The villa that was supposed to be their sanctuary now echoed with unspoken threats.
Even on this night—the night that should have been their perfect new beginning—the shadow of the past refused to fade. It lingered in the silence between their heartbeats, in the unanswered call, and in the fear that had stolen the fire from Tharun’s eyes.
Nikitha closed her eyes, holding him tighter, but deep inside, a quiet dread began to bloom. Their fresh start was already being tested… and something told her the real storm was only just beginning.
Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away in Bangalore, a very different kind of intimacy was unfolding.
Jay’s bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Sharmi lay beneath him on the rumpled sheets, her naked body glistening, legs still parted from their previous round. Her breathing was heavy, cheeks flushed, as she traced lazy circles on his chest.
She looked up at him with vulnerable eyes, voice soft and hesitant. “Jay… when I finally get pregnant and have to part ways… will you miss me? Even a little?”
Jay’s expression hardened instantly. The question seemed to irritate him. Without a word, he grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back in one swift, dominant motion. He climbed on top of her, his muscular body pinning her down, cock already hardening again against her thigh.
“This is not your life, Sharmi,” he said coldly, voice low and cutting as he stared directly into her eyes. “You came here for a need. It’s done. Don’t get emotionally attached to me.”
Sharmi’s lips parted, hurt flashing across her face as she started to speak—“But I—”
Before she could finish, Jay gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his thick cock deep inside her slick, cum-filled pussy. Sharmi gasped sharply, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely.
He didn’t give her any time to recover or respond. He started fucking her hard and relentlessly, hips slamming against hers with raw, mechanical intensity. The wet, obscene sound of his cock driving into her echoed in the room. Her breasts bounced violently with every brutal thrust.
“You’re here for one purpose,” Jay growled between heavy strokes, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other roughly kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple. “To carry a child for you and your husband. That’s it. Don’t complicate things with feelings.”
Sharmi moaned loudly despite herself, her body betraying her as pleasure mixed with the sting of his words. Her walls clenched tightly around his pounding shaft, still sensitive from before. Jay’s pace was merciless—deep, angry strokes that hit her cervix with every thrust, as if punishing her for daring to ask for more.
Sharmi could only whimper and nod, tears of mixed emotion pricking her eyes while her hips bucked up to meet his savage rhythm. Jay fucked her even harder, the bed creaking violently beneath them, chasing his own release with cold detachment.
Back in Mumbai, Nikitha hugged Tharun tighter, completely unaware of the parallel scene playing out in Bangalore. Yet the weight in the air felt similar—past entanglements refusing to die quietly. Tharun’s fear of Mithra, Jay’s cold transactional lust with Sharmi… threads of old lives were still pulling at both of them.
The hearts Nikitha played were restless, while its was not same for Nikitha, she was happy but every other are struggling.
Nikitha kissed Tharun’s chest softly, but her mind swirled with unanswered questions. Their new beginning was supposed to be clean, passionate, and free.
Instead, the ghosts of yesterday were closing in from every direction.
17-07-2026, 04:53 PM
17-07-2026, 09:29 PM
(17-07-2026, 05:55 PM)saka1981 Wrote: First thank you for the update Heygi bro . 2 sweet surprise ,first one ur update ,second one is jay & Sharmi . Jay & Nikitha getting back to back pleasure ...but pleasure only not love . Now Jay vision is clear . waiting for nikitha , "The clouds still remain hidden along the path she walks."
Thanks
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