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Chapter 139 - 3 Months and the unexpected news. 

Nikitha never expected Tharun to be so serious about marriage so suddenly. She had wanted a fresh start — a beautiful life built slowly, with proper blessings and stability once everything fell into place. But Tharun’s impulsive urgency after their Mumbai trip left her unsettled.

The next day, they returned to Bangalore. For several weeks, Tharun’s mood remained off. He was restless, sometimes distant. Under his strict instructions, Nikitha stopped attending any calls from Mithra and never called her back. Surprisingly, Mithra also stopped trying after their return.
During those weeks, Tharun kept persuading Nikitha to register their marriage quickly, even without their parents’ support. But Nikitha remained determined. Deep down, she didn’t want Tharun to suffer the same fate Jay had endured — a broken relationship with his parents because of her. She had already seen how family rejection could slowly poison a marriage, and she refused to let that happen again.

Tharun, however, didn’t stop. He began travelling to Cochin almost every week, trying to convince his parents. But their stance remained firm — they wanted him to marry Mithra. Almost three months passed with no progress. The tension in their relationship grew.

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One evening, during a major company event, an unexpected incident occurred.

Nikitha and Sharmi were both working on the arrangements. Though their relationship had been cold and distant for a long time, they maintained professional civility. Suddenly, in the middle of the event, Sharmi fainted and collapsed.

Despite their strained friendship, Nikitha’s concern took over. She quickly called for help and, with the assistance of a few colleagues, rushed Sharmi to the nearest hospital. Tharun was busy with an important client meeting, and Jay was away attending a company workshop.

At the hospital, the atmosphere turned dramatic. Nikitha waited anxiously outside the emergency room. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally came out and approached her.
“Are you a family member?” the doctor asked.

“Not exactly… but I’m her colleague. She doesn’t have anyone here right now,” Nikitha replied, worried.

The doctor nodded and delivered the news with a small smile.

“Sharmi is pregnant. Congratulations to her. We’ve stabilized her. It looks like she’s around 10-12 weeks along. She fainted due to low blood pressure and weakness. She needs proper rest and care.”
Nikitha stood frozen, completely stunned.

Pregnant.

The word echoed in her mind. She knew immediately what this meant — Jay had been helping Sharmi conceive. The reality hit her like a wave. A strange mix of emotions flooded her — shock, discomfort, and an unexpected pang of something she couldn’t quite name.

She quietly sat down on the hospital bench, processing the news. The same Sharmi who had once interfered in her life was now carrying a child that was likely Jay’s. Life had come full circle in the most unexpected way.

Nikitha stared at the floor, lost in thought, wondering how Jay would react when he found out… and how this new development would affect everyone around them.

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Chapter 140 - At-least i Wont hurt him


The hospital staff gently asked the small crowd of colleagues to leave the premises to avoid disturbance. Nikitha, however, stayed back. She sat alone in the quiet waiting area while Sharmi rested inside the room.

Hours later, a nurse approached her. “The patient has woken up. You can go in if you’d like.”

Nikitha hesitated but eventually entered the room. Sharmi was sitting up in bed, looking pale but stable. When she saw Nikitha, she didn’t bother thanking her or even offering a polite smile.
“You’re awake,” Nikitha said hesitantly. “You need to be careful from now on… you’re pregnant.”

Sharmi’s eyes widened in pure shock — a happy, disbelieving kind of shock. Without wasting a second, she reached for her mobile and dialed her husband. Nikitha stood there awkwardly, watching the scene unfold. She knew the child in Sharmi’s womb was most likely Jay’s, yet Sharmi had chosen to inform her husband first.

After the emotional phone call ended, with Sharmi’s face glowing with joy, Nikitha couldn’t hold back.

“You could have called Jay first,” she said quietly.

Sharmi’s expression hardened instantly. “It’s none of your business. Don’t act like you care about Jay now.”
Nikitha was taken aback but refused to stay silent. “You never know anything about me, my mindset, or my feelings.”

Sharmi let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I don’t know. But I know how Jay felt. How broken he was. How truly he loved you! That man uttered your name even when he was having sex with me. And you threw away a man like him for your new love.”

“Enough, Sharmi,” Nikitha snapped, her voice shaking. “I just felt Jay deserved to know. Nothing else. I don’t want to continue this conversation.”
But Sharmi wasn’t done. “Yeah, I fear starting a conversation with you too. You’re not just dumb — you’re selfish. You never had proper
 communication. You messed up everything. The last two times I tried to bring you and Jay closer, you ended up going further with Tharun. Worst of all, you had sex with Tharun while Jay was lying in the hospital after his accident.”

Sharmi smirked coldly. “No one is happy when you mess up. In my eyes, you’re a selfish person who thinks whatever you do is rightful for everyone. You can’t see when things are falling apart around you.

You broke Jay’s heart. Your presence and your decisions made his parents stay away from him. When things were finally getting better and his parents started warming up to you, why did you hurt them too by walking out of their family? Now tell me — are you even leading a happy life?

You made Tharun’s parents fight with him. Worse, I heard he had a lover already. Have you ever tried to listen to the other person’s thoughts and stories before forcing your righteousness and promises on everyone? Have you heard Jay? Have you heard Jay’s parents? Have you heard Tharun’s parents? Have you heard Mithra?

Everyone except you and Tharun is unhappy. That’s the truth. At least I’ve given Jay a better place than you did. It may not be the kind of love you gave him, but my space won’t hurt him the way you did.”

Nikitha stared at her in disbelief, she uttered..... “I’m sorry…Looks like you Jay than i have imagined.”

Sharmi laughed bitterly. “Again? I never said I love him. But who would not love a person like Jay? He stayed calm. He looked out for you even after everything. He loved you even when he witnessed things he should never have seen. After every heartbreak. Poor Mithra might be facing the same fate right now.”

Nikkitha could not understand what it is meant by "He loved you even when he witnessed things he should never have seen".. but before she process. Sharmi moved from her place. 

Sharmi slowly got up from the bed, gathered her things, and walked toward the door. Before leaving, she turned back one last time.
“I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not destroying the people around me.”

With those final words, Sharmi left the room, leaving Nikitha standing alone, completely stranded in her thoughts — shaken, guilty, and more confused than ever.

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Chapter 141 - Nikitha calls Mithra

For the first time in a long while, Nikitha was truly taken aback.

Sharmi’s words had struck her like a sharp slap. Her solid decision to move forward with Tharun suddenly cracked. Did I really not hear anyone? Did I never truly listen?

She stood alone in the hospital corridor, her mind reeling. She knew she had hurt Jay deeply. She had hurt his parents too. And now, she was forced to accept that she was also the reason Tharun’s parents were fighting with him. Mithra — the woman she had never even spoken to — was trying to reach out, perhaps to patch things up or find closure. Yet Nikitha had never given her a chance to speak.

Deep down, despite everything, Nikitha still believed Tharun loved her. She trusted the man she had chosen. But a quiet voice inside her now wanted to hear Mithra’s side of the story. She didn’t want to be the person who couldn’t please everyone, but she felt a strong need to at least try — to clear the air and make things right in whatever small way she could.

Without overthinking it any further, Nikitha pulled out her phone and dialed Dr. Mithra’s number.
The call rang twice before Mithra answered.

“Nikitha?” Mithra’s voice sounded surprised. “Did you called me mistakenly?

Nikkitha: No I called you. 

Mithra: What happened?   Is everything okay with Tharun?  Whats that noise, like you are in a hospital?

Nikitha: Yea “I’m at the hospital,” .

Mithra’s tone immediately turned anxious. “What? What happened to Tharun?”

“No, no,” Nikitha said quickly. “I came here for a friend. It’s a different story. 

The purpose i called you is to .... like...... Last time you wanted to meet me…”
“Yes,” Mithra said cautiously.

“Then let’s meet now.”
Mithra was silent for a moment. “Why suddenly?”

Nikitha took a deep breath. “I just want to talk. I want to hear things. But at the same time, I want to make it clear — to everyone — what I have chosen. I want to speak clearly.”

There was another pause on the other end.
“Alright,” Mithra finally said. “Come to this address. I’ll be waiting.”

Mithra shared the location. Nikitha saved it and cut the call.

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She stood still for a few moments, staring at her phone. Her heart was beating faster than usual. A strange mix of nervousness, guilt, and determination filled her chest. Meeting Mithra felt like stepping into unknown territory, but after Sharmi’s harsh words, she couldn’t ignore the growing discomfort inside her anymore.

Nikitha took a deep breath, wiped her eyes, and started walking toward the hospital exit. For the first time in months, she was about to face a part of Tharun’s past that he had always kept hidden.

She didn’t know what answers awaited her, but she knew she had to go.

[heygiwriter]

Why do you feel this is not normal or won't happen? We all know that the story of Tharun's past has not been revealed even though everything was cleared from the start with all the characters on this side of the story...don't you think it was kept in the dark for a reason? 

When that is true then you have to believe that this was always part of the original plot and not a deviation...Nikita's decision were always right, and its her life and her right to make a decision for herself and having said that, it doesn't mean they are right for others...her decisions will have consequences for others, she only kept Jay in her focus always and made sure her decisions won't impact Jay deeply and made sure he moved on as well but she never thought about Mithra or Tharun's parents or even Jay's parents so what Sharmi is saying is true even though its not Nikita's entire fault. 

Mostly it would be Tharun's fault if their relationship falls apart. 

~RCF

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Chapter 142 - Mithra - Nikki  one to one conversation

Nikitha pushed open the café door, the little brass bell jingling softly above her. The afternoon light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the quiet space. Only a handful of patrons sat murmuring over their cups. She spotted Mithra immediately—seated by the window in a simple cream salwar kameez, her hair tied back loosely. She looked elegant, yet worn, like someone who had carried far too much for far too long.


Nikitha’s stomach twisted as she crossed the room. This was the first time she was seeing Mithra in person. Up close, the woman carried that unmistakable poise many doctors seemed to possess—calm, composed, yet shadowed by something deeper.

“Mithra?” she asked softly as she approached.

Mithra looked up. Her eyes widened for a brief second before softening with surprise. “You actually came. I wasn’t sure you would.” Her voice was gentle, threaded with quiet fatigue.


They sat down. Nikitha ordered a coffee she knew she wouldn’t finish and wrapped her hands around the warm cup like a lifeline. An awkward silence stretched between them, heavy with everything unsaid.

Mithra spoke first, her finger tracing the rim of her glass. “So… why did you want to meet me?”

Nikitha drew in a steadying breath. “I just wanted to hear what you have to tell me. But please understand—I won’t change my mind, and neither will Tharun. I’m only here to see if I can help you find some closure… or at least try to.”

She paused, then the questions that had been circling inside her spilled out.

“Why did you neglect him, Mithra? Tharun is sincere, sweet… he’s risked everything to fight for me. After years of loving you, you left him hanging. We’ve only known each other for less than a year, yet he can’t leave me for even a second. How could he possibly have walked away from you so easily? It only makes me think how deeply you must have hurt him.”


Nikitha’s voice grew quieter but no less intense. “Physical closeness is something any partner expects. But you kept him at a distance. He tried to be honest and loyal, yet you pushed him away. Whatever is happening now… it’s because of your actions. He even fears you. He’s pushing me toward marriage so quickly, and I don’t know how badly you must have wounded him.”

Mithra gave a small, almost rueful smile. “Yes, he fears me. I know that. But it’s not because I’m some villainous character in his story.” She met Nikitha’s gaze steadily. “It’s because he lacks the courage to face me. He still can’t look me in the eye. He loves me more than you think he does. I admit I didn’t reciprocate the love the way he wanted or needed. I had my reasons. The hurt, the anger, the disappointment… that’s what made him pull away from me. And then he chose you. He poured everything he believed about love onto you. But love isn’t something you choose. It’s something you fall into.”

Nikitha sat stunned. The words struck her like a mirror. It was exactly what she had done with Jay. She had loved Jay deeply, but the anger, pain, and disappointment had made her alienate herself from him. In the end, she had chosen Tharun—not fallen for him. It had been a convenient, safe decision.
The parallels were uncanny.

Intrigued and unsettled, Nikitha leaned forward. “What was the reason that pushed Tharun away from you?”
Mithra let out a soft, bitter laugh and looked out the window for a moment before turning back.

“I never thought I’d be sitting here explaining my life to the woman Tharun wants to marry. But… here we are.”
Nikitha nodded, her voice quiet. “After everything that’s happened, I needed to hear it from you.”
Mithra gave a small, sad smile and began.

“I don’t know if Tharun ever told you… My first love was a sweet, innocent puppy-love kind of thing. I was eighteen. He was a distant relative—a family friend named Arjun. He was always around during festivals, helping my mother in the kitchen, teasing me about my terrible handwriting. We were so young and shy about it all.”

Her voice softened. “On my birthday that year, we had a small party at our house. Cake, laughter, fairy lights… Everything felt perfect. Then a fire broke out in the hall—an electrical short circuit, they said later. Arjun pushed me out of the way and ran back for my mother.” Mithra’s voice cracked. She stared down at her hands. “Neither of them made it.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes. “I survived. But that night burned something inside me. I lost the two people who meant the world to me on the same day—the woman who brought me into this world and the boy who taught me what love felt like. We were so innocent back then… we used to think even kissing might make me pregnant, so we barely touched.” She let out a watery laugh. “But he was so deeply embedded in my heart. I still remember the warmth of his hand pushing me to safety… After that, any kind of touch, any closeness—it brought back the smoke, the flames, his screams. I just… shut down.”

Mithra took a shaky breath and continued.

“Then I met Tharun at tuition classes. I was completely lost in those days—still grieving, drowning in family debts after my mother’s death. My aunt was strict, pushing me to become a doctor so I could support my younger siblings. I had no hope left. But Tharun… his smile could light up the entire classroom. He was charming, always cracking silly jokes to make me laugh, quietly remembering that I liked filter coffee without sugar, helping me with difficult topics, checking whether I had eaten. Slowly, he gave me hope again. His kindness won me over completely.”

Tears slipped down Mithra’s cheeks. She looked like a complete mess—red-rimmed eyes, trembling lips—just the way Nikitha had once felt when her world with Jay had shattered.

“I fell deeply in love with him,” Mithra whispered. “But every time he tried to get closer—holding my hand, wanting to kiss me—I would freeze. The memories would rush back. I felt so guilty. I kept telling him, ‘Wait for me, Tharun. Just until I clear these loans and secure my siblings’ future. Once I’m free from this burden, I’ll give you everything.’ I prayed for that day every single night.”

She wiped her cheeks, but the tears kept falling.

“But I agree there is another reason too, it's my fault… every time he touches me, the memories of my first love come flooding back. It’s so hard to start a new life when your old self is still trapped in the past, still carrying someone else’s love in your heart.”

Nikitha felt a strange ache in her chest. The words hit too close. Jay had been ditched by his ex shortly before marrying her. She now understood, perhaps for the first time, how difficult it must have been for him to open his heart again while still carrying that pain.

Mithra continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “By the time I finally paid off the debts and started feeling stronger… he had already moved on.” She looked directly at Nikitha. “With you."


Mithra’s gaze drifted to the window for a moment, as if gathering strength from the soft afternoon light. When she looked back at Nikitha, her eyes were clear but heavy with years of unshed grief.


“Imagine placing yourself in my shoes, Nikitha. You love someone with all your heart, and they leave this world. Then life gives you a new hope—someone who sees you, who makes you want to try again. But you can’t fully meet their needs because the past still haunts you. I was grateful. I was hopeful that one day I would finally heal enough to start fresh with him… to dedicate my life to him completely.”



She swallowed hard. “But the debts kept piling up. If I got distracted, who would take care of them? I didn’t want Tharun to shoulder that burden for me. So I kept pushing him away, telling myself it was only temporary. I took every possible step to prove my worth to his family. His mother had figured out our relationship long ago—they didn’t approve at first. I waited for years. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to split his family apart just for me. And when I finally earned their approval… you were already standing in front of him.”



Mithra’s voice remained steady, though pain flickered across her face. “Unlike Tharun, I cannot move on from a second heartbreak. First Arjun, now him. Life won’t get simpler from here. I’m not going to stop you. I’m not going to beg. I wish you and Tharun good luck. But I’m very sure—he still loves me. When his anger fades, he will suffer. I only hope you can give him the love he truly deserves.”



She paused, then added softly, almost as an afterthought, “But to keep it simple… you destroyed my beautiful dreams, Nikitha. Unknowingly.”

Nikitha sat frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was still determined to marry Tharun. Some things, she told herself, could not be undone. She had chosen this path—this fresh start. Yet hearing Mithra’s raw pain cracked something deep inside her.



Her mind kept drawing painful parallels.

Like Mithra, Jay had carried the wounds of an ex. It made it so hard for him to fully accept and appreciate the love Nikitha offered.

Like Mithra, Jay had been ditched twice—first by the woman he loved, then, in a way, by Nikitha herself when she walked away.

And the parallels with her own life felt even more haunting.



Both she and Mithra had lost their mothers young. Both had been raised under the strict, debt-laden shadows of an aunt or stepmother, forced to grow up too fast, carrying responsibilities far heavier than their years. Both had desperately searched for peace and love in a world that kept demanding more.

Most importantly, Nikitha now realized: just as Mithra still carried Tharun in her heart, she herself still carried Jay. The thought refused to leave her.

What does Tharun really need?



She had loved only Jay. The disappointment and anger had made her detach from him and choose Tharun instead. But the love hadn’t vanished—it had simply been buried under hurt. That was why seeing Sharmi and Jay together had triggered such fierce anger. Not jealousy alone, but a lingering care. She still wanted Jay to have a stable future.



If I’m still carrying Jay in my heart… then maybe Tharun is doing the same with her.



The realization hit like a blow. Nikitha’s eyes filled with tears. She tried to hold them back, but they spilled over anyway, tracing warm paths down her cheeks.

Mithra reached out instinctively, then pulled her hand back, respecting the invisible wall between them. “I’m sorry… I didn’t want to hurt you. I just wanted you to know the full truth. Tharun still loves me, Nikitha. Deep down, he does. He’s trying very hard to convince himself otherwise. That fear you see in him whenever my name comes up? That’s why.”



Nikitha wiped her face with trembling fingers, her voice breaking. “I… I still want to marry him. I believe I can love him one day. But this… this is so much harder than I thought. It would have been better if we had realized all of this before things went this far.”



Mithra looked at her with quiet, weary understanding. Two women sitting across from each other, both carrying broken pieces of the same shattered story.

“I don’t hate you,” Mithra said softly. “Some wounds never fully heal. They just get covered by new scars. I hope you both find peace… whatever that ends up looking like.”


Nikitha left the café feeling completely shaken. 

Once inside her car, she didn’t start the engine right away. She turned and looked back at the café through the glass window. Mithra was still sitting there, a solitary figure framed by the warm lights. Guilt washed over Nikitha like a tide.


“Sorry…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry…”



She repeated the words countless times, tears streaming down her face, as if saying them enough might somehow undo the pain she had unknowingly caused. After several long minutes, she wiped her eyes, started the car, and drove away—leaving the café and the weight of their conversation behind her.


Nikitha left feeling completely shaken. The world outside felt unsteady beneath her feet. She was still determined to build a life with Tharun, but now everything felt heavier, more complicated—like she was walking into a future already haunted by the past.

[heygiwriter]

Welcome back Hegi!!!

Beautiful and gripping narration !!!

Nikita is a strong woman. She may remain single if going back to Jay is not easy but she is not weak minded to end in an asylum.

Author has clearly kept Jay's side open. (Jay taking Niki's name during his love making with Sharmi and making him clear to Sharmi that she has life without him and it's only transactional between them)

However it's little muddy on Nikitha's side. With all the time lapses it's 7 months since Nikitha's visit to Jay's village.

Probably that is needed for the story but I can't wrap my head around that Nikita didn't getback to Mithra for 3 months at Tharun's  insistence.

As usual waiting eagerly for the next updates.

Dont think to much.. i know we cant help it.. but enjoy the process. 

With latest epsiode Jay and Mithra stand at same position, they are hurt by break up for second time, life wont be same for them again.. 

they would fear going to a relationship.

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Chapter 143 - Do you still love mithra ?

That night, the air in their bedroom was thick with desire. Tharun was in a passionate mood, and Nikitha gave herself to him completely. Their bodies moved together with urgency and heat. For a while, everything else faded—the café conversation, the guilt, the ghosts of the past. It was just the two of them, skin against skin, lost in each other.


But when Tharun, breathing hard and ready for a second round, leaned in again, Nikitha gently stopped him, placing a hand on his chest.
“What?” he asked, surprised, his voice husky.

“The second round… it doesn’t suit us right now,” she said softly. “Something always comes up.”
Tharun raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. “So what came up now, darling?”

Nikitha hesitated, biting her lip. “I’ll ask… but you have to be completely honest. And you can’t get mad.”
He searched her eyes for a moment, then nodded. “Sure. Go ahead.”
She took a deep breath. “Do you still remember Mithra? Her memories… you haven’t forgotten her, have you?”

Tharun looked at her steadily. “Did you forget Jay? Tell me honestly.”
“I don’t forget him,” Nikitha admitted quietly. “But I practise thinking about you more. I try to focus on us.”

Tharun gave a small, tired smile. “I’m doing the same. Anyone who has truly fallen in love can’t just hate the person or erase them overnight. But we can practise forgetting the pain. We can choose to love someone new and move on. That’s what I’m doing.”
Saying this, he lay back down beside her. His arousal had faded. Nikitha turned toward him, her bare breasts pressing against his chest as she looked into his eyes.
“So… you still love her?” she whispered.

Tharun met her gaze. “I love you more than anything.”
It was a brutally honest answer. Yet deep down, Nikitha realised the truth: he had not fully let Mithra go. Just like Mithra had said—Tharun still carried her in his heart.

The weight of that realisation settled heavily on her. Suddenly, Mithra’s words echoed in her mind again. The guilt hit harder than ever. She was the reason for two people’s broken hearts—for the second time. An unexpected, cruel coincidence.

Jay’s second love—her—had moved on to Tharun, leaving Jay devastated once more. And now, for Mithra, her second love—Tharun—was being taken away by the same woman. Nikitha had become the common thread of pain in both their lives.

She thought of how Mithra had said her life would never be the same after this second heartbreak. It explained why Jay had remained single, avoiding marriage or new relationships, and instead stayed entangled with Sharmi, who was already married. Perhaps he now feared love and commitment entirely. Mithra seemed to be walking the same lonely path.

The guilt disturbed Nikitha deeply, settling like a stone in her chest. What if someone like Mithra had appeared before me back then and shown me what I was doing? Would I have still left Jay so drastically? Would I have listened?


She realised, painfully and clearly, that she was still hurt. And beneath all the practised detachment… she still loved Jay. The feelings hadn’t disappeared; they had only been buried under layers of anger and disappointment.

And if she was still carrying that pain for Jay… what if Tharun was carrying the same quiet ache for Mithra?
Should I take the position Mithra was in and ask him directly? Can I handle the answer?

Nikitha lay still for a long moment, the silence stretching between them. The only sounds were their breathing and the faint ticking of the wall clock. Her heart pounded heavily. Finally, gathering every bit of courage she had, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Tharun…”
She paused, swallowing hard.
“…if you still love Mithra… go to her. I won’t feel bad. I can handle it.”

Tharun sat up abruptly, the sheet slipping down his waist. He stared at her, confusion and shock written across his face.
“Why suddenly?” His voice was sharp with disbelief. “Did my parents say something? Or… did Mithra contact you?”
Nikitha sat up too, slowly pulling the sheet around her bare body like a shield. She hesitated, her fingers tightening on the fabric.

“Yes… I met Mithra.” She took a shaky breath. “She’s sweet, Tharun. I just wanted to make sure. I don’t want to be a homewrecker.” She winced at her own words. “I’m sorry for the choice of words, but if you love her… go. I’ll be okay. She’s been through so much. I mercilessly snatched her life… and yours. I can feel it now.”

For a second, Tharun simply stared at her. Then his anger flared instantly. He rose from the bed, pacing a few steps away, naked and restless.
“Why all of a sudden do you want me to leave?” His voice rose. “You still love Jay and want to go back to him, don’t you? Is that what this is really about?”
Nikitha’s eyes filled with tears. She blinked rapidly, trying to hold them back, but her voice cracked anyway.

“Is that all you think of me?” She paused, hurt flashing across her face. “If I wanted that… I would never have come here in the first place.”
The room fell quiet again. Tharun stood still for a long moment, his shoulders tense. Then he exhaled sharply, the anger draining from him as quickly as it had come. He ran a hand through his hair and walked back to the bed.

“I’m sorry…” he murmured. “I’m sorry, Nikitha.” He apologised a few more times, his tone softening. The commotion slowly settled as he climbed back onto the bed and pulled her gently into his arms.

He held her close, stroking her back. They shared a kiss—soft, lingering, and tinged with a deep, unspoken sadness. When they finally pulled apart, both of them had tears glistening in their eyes.

Only they knew the real reasons behind those tears.

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Chapter 144 - The Discovery 

The following week passed in a haze of mundane routine. Conversations felt scripted, smiles forced. Even their intimacy had become mechanical and hollow. Every time Tharun touched her, Nikitha could sense him holding back — hiding his hurt, swallowing his pain just to make her feel wanted. He was trying so hard to prove he had moved on, but the effort itself revealed the truth. He was performing love for her happiness, and that realisation slowly broke something inside Nikitha.


Her guilt refused to fade.

Driven by restlessness and a heavy conscience, she decided to visit Mithra again. This time, she told herself, she wouldn’t just listen — she would encourage Mithra to rebuild her life, to find the confidence to move forward and accept love from someone new. She owed her that much.
Mithra worked at a busy city hospital. When Nikitha reached the emergency wing and asked for her, telling she was a friend of her.  the nurse looked her over and asked her to wait inside Dr. Mithra’s cabin since she was still attending to a critical case.

Nikitha stepped into the quiet, neatly organised room. Medical books lined the shelves. The desk was tidy, except for the open laptop. Its screen had gone into idle mode but was still displaying a beautiful wallpaper — a photo of Mithra and Tharun together.

Tharun looked younger in the picture, cleanly shaven, smiling with pure joy as he wrapped his arms around Mithra from behind. They looked genuinely happy.

Nikitha’s heart clenched. She glanced at the door, then back at the laptop. Curiosity and guilt pushed her forward. She quickly adjusted the settings and found the source folder of the wallpaper. What she saw made her breath catch.

Hundreds of photos.
Countless memories.
Tharun and Mithra laughing at a café.
Them studying together late at night.
Mithra wearing a gift Tharun had clearly bought her.
Screenshots of old messages.

Even scanned copies of handwritten notes.

Mithra had been quietly treasuring every single moment.

Nikitha felt sick. I have become the villain in someone else’s love story.

But one question kept nagging at her: Why didn’t Mithra fight for him? Why didn’t she fight more ferociously? Something felt missing.
Glancing nervously at the door, Nikitha locked it from inside. She had only ten minutes, maybe less. She searched quickly — drawers, shelves, medical files — but found nothing unusual except medicines and books. Then her eyes fell on a small, worn diary tucked inside Mithra’s laptop bag.

Her hands trembled as she opened it, but as she flipped further, the entries grew raw and deeply personal that is when she realised its a personal diary of her noting important events..

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“Day 127 after Tharun left.

I still can’t delete his number. I deleted it ten times and saved it again. I know I should let go, but my heart refuses to listen. Every time I treat a patient who looks like him, my hands shake.”

One of the final entries, written only a few days ago, shattered Nikitha completely:

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“I saw them together near the café last week. Tharun looked at her the way he once looked at me. It hurt more than I expected. But I won’t fight. I’ve already lost twice. If I fight and win, I’ll always wonder if he chose me out of guilt. Love shouldn’t be a battle. If he is happy with her, then I will learn to live with this emptiness. Maybe this is my punishment for not being able to love him fully when he needed me.”

---

Nikitha’s fingers trembled as they hovered over the last few pages of the diary. She had intended to close it and leave, but a strange impulse made her flip back to the earlier entries. She told herself she only wanted to see some sweet memories — something light to balance the pain she had already witnessed.


Instead, what she found shattered her completely.

Page after page revealed not just love, but a level of selfless devotion Nikitha had never imagined. Over the years, Mithra had protected Tharun in ways no one — not even Tharun — fully knew. The depth of her sacrifices slowly overwhelmed Nikitha as she read.
Almost an hour passed. She remained locked in the cabin, lost in the diary, tears falling silently onto her lap.

The first incident hit her hardest.

Mithra had written in a shaky handwriting:
“That night still haunts me more than the fire. We were coming back from tuition on the scooter. It was late. A drunk driver hit us. Tharun was thrown off badly — head injury, bleeding everywhere. For a moment, I was back in that burning hall… the smoke, Arjun’s screams. But I couldn’t lose him too. I dragged him to the side of the road even though my arm was fractured. I used my dupatta to stop the bleeding and kept talking to him so he wouldn’t lose consciousness. When the ambulance came, I refused to let them treat me first. I told the doctors, ‘Save him. Please save him first.’ I was terrified the fire was repeating… but I couldn’t lose him too.”
Nikitha’s breath caught. Mithra had risked her life and faced her deepest trauma again — all for Tharun. Later entries revealed that she had downplayed her own injuries to everyone, including Tharun. He only learned much later that Mithra had saved his life that night. She had hidden the full extent of her trauma so he wouldn’t feel guilty.

---

The second incident broke Nikitha’s heart in a different way.
“Tharun’s mother was strongly against us. She threatened to stop funding his higher studies if we continued. I secretly met Aunty alone. I took all the blame. I told her I was not good enough for him and promised to stay away so he could complete his education peacefully. I lied with a smile while my heart was breaking. That is why I detached myself for so long. But I couldn’t stay completely away… I maintained secret contact with him so he wouldn’t be hurt. I hide these details so he and his mom won’t fight. I don’t have a mother anymore. At least he does. I don’t want to break that bond.”
Nikitha realised with a painful clarity: Tharun still didn’t know the full truth. He thought Mithra had simply grown distant. In reality, she had sacrificed their relationship multiple times to protect his future and his family ties.

---

The third incident, though it started with a lie, showed the depth of Mithra’s commitment.

Tharun had been hospitalised with typhoid. His mother, still hesitant about their relationship, lied to Mithra and said it was a sudden serious kidney infection. She told Mithra the family was struggling financially and indirectly asked her to leave Tharun alone.

Mithra’s response was written with quiet determination:

“Aunty said his kidneys were failing and they couldn’t afford treatment. I was already donating blood regularly. I offered to donate one of my kidneys if needed. I even got myself tested secretly as a potential donor without telling Tharun. When Aunty realised what I was willing to do, her attitude softened. She started seeing me differently after that. I don’t know if Tharun will ever know how close I came to giving him a part of my body.”

There were many more small incidents scattered throughout the diary — Mithra skipping meals to save money for saving for debt, running to hospital when he was in typhoid, sleeping on Chairs. A lot. 

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Nikitha closed the diary, her face wet with tears. The weight of what she had discovered pressed heavily on her chest.

She whispered to herself, voice breaking, “You don’t deserve Tharun… He may choose you. You may choose him. But it means nothing before this. Nothing.”


For the first time, she truly believed Tharun had made the wrong decision by walking away from Mithra. This was not ordinary love. This was the kind of love that sacrificed everything without asking for anything in return.

Nikitha’s own feelings for Jay, her guilt, and now this undeniable truth collided inside her. She no longer wanted to share Tharun.
She wanted to sacrifice her place so Mithra could have him back.

Quietly, she wiped her tears, placed the diary exactly where she had found it, and slipped out of the cabin before Mithra could return from the emergency ward. Her heart was heavy, but her resolve had never been clearer.

It was time to let go.

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Chapter 145 - The first crack 

That night, Tharun was deep inside Nikitha, moving with familiar passion. Their bodies were joined, skin slick with sweat, but Nikitha felt nothing but emptiness. Every thrust reminded her of what she had read in the diary. The pleasure that once came so easily now felt like a betrayal. The guilt, the weight of stealing another woman’s man, pressed down on her chest until she could barely breathe.


Tharun leaned down and invaded her mouth with a deep kiss. She could feel him pulsing inside her, her own wetness mixed with his, as he prepared for a second round. But when he lifted his face, he froze.
Nikitha was crying.

Tears slipped silently down her temples and into her hair.

“What happened?” Tharun asked, concern replacing desire. He pulled back slightly, still inside her. “Nikitha… talk to me.”

She took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. “We are doing wrong, Tharun. We should not be together. Mithra is the one who deserves you. She has done so much… you coming to me was wrong.”

Tharun’s expression hardened. He slowly withdrew and sat up. “Did you meet her again?”
Nikitha shook her head. “No… but I went to her cabin at the hospital. I read her diary.”

She tried to explain — the scooter accident where Mithra risked her life and faced her worst trauma again, the secret meeting with his mother, the willingness to donate a kidney, all the hidden sacrifices. But Tharun cut her off, his voice firm.

“Past is past, Nikitha. Yes, she would have done a lot. I would have done a lot too. Who in this world doesn’t do something great for love? But love that doesn’t come at the right time is not worth it, no matter how many sacrifices were made.”

He looked at her intently. “Let me ask you something. Doesn’t Jay sacrifice a lot for you? He didn’t even love you properly at the beginning, yet he did so much. Why aren’t you moved enough to go back to him? Why didn’t you say you want to return to him? Answer me.”
Nikitha was stunned into silence.

Tharun continued, softer now. “Because you have emotionally moved out of that phase. You know Jay is a good man. He sacrificed. He loved you. Yet you moved on. The reason is the same as mine. We deserved more, and we chose each other. Let’s try to honor this.”

But Nikitha was adamant. “I want you to rethink and choose Mithra.”

Tharun let out a frustrated laugh, running his hand through his hair. “What are you going to do after leaving me to Mithra? You think you’re sacrificing now?” His voice cracked with pain. “Why do my ladies always wear the angel dress to prove something… but keep hurting me?”

Nikitha had no answer. The guilt only deepened.

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From that night onward, she became distant. She had decided to go this way, as she feels, if she keeps Tharun physically invovled. He may not look beyond her. She stopped being intimate with him completely, giving random excuses — headaches, tiredness, work stress. Every time Tharun tried to get close, she gently pushed him away. She was creating space, hoping time and distance would make him realise Mithra’s true worth.

But Tharun grew fearful. He believed Mithra had influenced Nikitha too deeply. In quiet desperation, he made a secret decision.

One morning, while Nikitha was in the shower, he replaced her contraceptive pills with ordinary vitamin tablets. He told himself it was for their future — if she conceived, she wouldn’t be able to leave so easily. At the same time, he began secretly arranging their wedding for next month, speaking to his parents and booking a venue without telling her.

Nikitha, unaware of his moves, had her own plan.

She no longer wanted to simply leave. She wanted Tharun to hate her. Only then, she believed, would he run back to Mithra without guilt. She started planning cold, hurtful actions — things that would push him away permanently. In her heart, she convinced herself he would feel hurt for some time, but eventually he would understand Mithra’s selfless love and return to where he truly belonged.

The storm between them was only beginning.

[heygiwriter]

Heygi,

How do you think of these scenarios man!!! I read and reread these chapters and simply can't get enough of them.. the way you initially portrayed Mithra and how you have justifications for her behavior of being distant is simply extraordinary.. even though it's fiction it feels real.. that is because of how you tie the open questions..  in the middle when you have described Tharun's rough sex with Nikitha (just before her visit to Jay:s village), i thought Tarun has some hidden/secret desire (not in a good way) that we are yet to uncover.. But now it appears no one is a bad character and have little bit of gray that makes them appear complete dark during certain occasions...

Well scripted!!!!

The story was already completed in my mind. Im just compiling in a way like revealing surprises. some hints here and there to connect.

Btw Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 146 - Nikitha's move

The days that followed became exhausting and heavy. Nikitha threw herself into her mission with desperate determination. She was ready to do anything to make Tharun hate her — to push him so far away that he would finally return to Mithra, where he truly belonged.


She started with small, sharp attacks. She picked fights over the silliest things — the way he folded clothes, the food he ordered, even the volume of the television. 

When Tharun tried to calm her down and asked gently, “Cant you consider words of man who you crazily love?” she looked him straight in the eyes and delivered the cruellest blow she could think of.

“I was never in love with you, Tharun,” she said coldly. “I chose you because I was hurt by Jay. You were just my rebound.”.

The words hung painfully in the air. She wanted him to remember Mithra — the woman who would have done anything for him, who had sacrificed her body, her future, and her peace just to protect him.

Later that same week, when Tharun excitedly spoke about their future — marriage plans and having children — Nikitha struck again.
“I don’t think I want children with you,” she said flatly. “And honestly… I’m not sure I can ever love you fully.”

No matter how harsh her words were, Tharun refused to lose his cool. He stayed composed, patient, and understanding. He gave her space, cooked her favourite meals, and told her he would wait until she “got over her anger.” His calmness only made it harder for Nikitha. Breaking him was proving far more difficult than she had imagined.

Frustrated and running out of options, she decided to use her final weapon — jealousy.

That evening, she casually mentioned that she decided to use the overseas trip tickets, to the UK (or USA) that had to be used within the next two weeks or it would expire. Tharun’s face lit up with hope after a gap of some strange silence.

“Let’s go together,” he said immediately. “It’ll be good for us.”

Nikitha shook her head, her voice laced with deliberate cruelty.

“I won this trip with Jay. It was on our checklist. I think I should go alone… or maybe even with him. We never got to use it properly.”

She watched his reaction closely, hoping this would finally break his patience and trigger the big fight she needed. She had no real intention of going on the trip. Her actual plan was to provoke a massive argument, use the anger as an excuse to pack her bags, and leave for a women’s hostel. Once she was gone, Tharun would have no choice but to confront his real feelings for Mithra.

Tharun stood silently for a long moment, his jaw tight. For the first time, real pain flashed across his face. But instead of shouting, he simply nodded and walked out of the room.

Nikitha sat on the bed, her heart aching. 
She hated herself for every word she had spoken. 
But in her mind, this was the only way to fix the damage she had caused.

She was ready to burn their relationship to the ground — if that was what it took to set Tharun free. 

Seconds later... 

Tharun returned to the bedroom. His face looked tired but determined.


“Father finally agreed,” he said quietly. “Mom is still reluctant, but she’ll come around. Looks like Mithra has really moved on.” He let out a deep breath. “Third week from now, we will get married in a simple ceremony. If you still want to go on that trip, plan it early.”

The news hit Nikitha like a shock. She had not prepared for this. While she was desperately trying to push him toward Mithra, Tharun’s father had given approval. The ground beneath her plan was suddenly shifting.

Tharun sat beside her on the bed and took her hand gently. “I know you feel bad for Mithra. But life doesn’t work that way, Nikitha. Don’t sacrifice yourself for the past. Mithra is a good woman. She will find her own happiness. Trust me… I can read you.”
Nikitha’s mind raced. She felt cornered. In her desperation to hurt him and create the final break, she uttered words she never thought she would say.

“I miss sex with Jay,” she said coldly, staring at the floor. “I want to go with him. Spend some nights together. I hope that’s okay with you.”

Tharun froze. The silence was deafening.

“What?” His voice came out low and dangerous. “What the hell did you just say?”
Nikitha kept her expression blank even though her heart was breaking. “You heard me. I miss being with someone who actually made me feel wanted. Not someone I settled for.”

Tharun shot up from the bed, anger flashing in his eyes. “Are you serious right now? After everything — after I chose you, after I fought for us — you want to go sleep with your ex? You’re telling me this to my face?”

“I’m just being honest,” she replied, her voice shaking slightly. “You keep talking about moving on, but I can’t. Maybe I never really did. Jay and I had something real. Physical. Emotional. Everything.”

Tharun’s face twisted with pain and rage. “So all this time I was just a replacement? A rebound you could use until you felt like going back to him? Say it clearly, Nikitha!”
“Yes!” she shouted, tears finally spilling. “Maybe that’s exactly what you were! At least Jay never made me feel like I was destroying someone else’s life!”
The argument exploded. Tharun’s voice rose as years of suppressed emotions came out. Nikitha kept pushing, saying harsher things than she intended, deliberately twisting the knife. After nearly an hour of shouting and tears, she started packing her bags.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, zipping her suitcase. “I’m leaving.”

Tharun tried to stop her. “Wait — we’ll figure this out. I’m sorry I got angry. Please don’t go.”

But Nikitha was resolute. She left the house that night and checked into a women’s hostel.
Tharun followed her in his car. When he reached the hostel gate, the security guard stopped him.

“She’s my fiancée,” Tharun said urgently. “Please let me speak to her.”
Before the guard could respond, Nikitha appeared at the entrance. Her eyes were red, but her voice was ice-cold.

“I don’t know him,” she told the security guard firmly. “He’s not my fiancé. Please ask him to leave.”

The guard immediately stepped forward. “Sir, you need to leave. This is a women’s hostel.”
Tharun stood there in complete shock, staring at Nikitha in disbelief. “Nikitha… what are you doing?”

She turned away without another word. The security dragged him out as the gate closed behind him.

Tharun stood outside in the darkness, helpless and broken, watching the woman he loved walk deeper into the hostel.

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Chapter 147 - Jay's Acceptance. 

The drama did not last long.


The very next day at the office, Nikitha had barely stepped out of the elevator when Tharun appeared. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his private cabin, locking the door behind them.

Before she could protest, he pulled her close and kissed her hard — forceful, desperate, and filled with days of suppressed emotions. When he finally pulled back, he saw fresh tears in her eyes.

“You’re just acting,” he said, breathing heavily. “If you were really done with me, you would have gone straight to Jay’s house, not some hostel. You still have me in your mind… in your heart. Maybe I wasn’t there fully before, but now you’ve let me in. That’s the truth. Otherwise, you would have run to him already.”

Nikitha’s heart pounded. She realised her plan was cracking. Tharun was seeing through her too clearly. If she didn’t act fast, her entire game would lose strength and become pointless.

She wiped her tears and steadied her voice. “I just didn’t have an open talk with Jay yet. I’m visiting his home today. That’s not my home, but… I want to enjoy this trip with him. I’m not leaving you permanently.”

Tharun stared at her, his jaw clenched. He controlled his anger, but his words dripped with mockery. “Keep telling yourself that. You can’t act forever, Nikitha.”

He waited until office hours ended. As evening approached, he stood by his car, expecting her to eventually come to him.

But to his shock, Nikitha walked straight toward Jay’s car in the parking lot.

Jay, who was about to drive off, looked surprised. “Nikitha? What are you doing here?”

She spoke clearly enough for Tharun to hear. “Jay, I need to speak with you. Let’s go home… sorry, your home.”

Jay glanced around, noticing Tharun watching from a distance. He sensed something was deeply wrong. “Nikitha, everything is over between us. There’s nothing to talk about except office matters.”

Nikitha had expected this reply. She knew only one thing would make Jay listen.

Her voice dropped, trembling with fake vulnerability. “I’m in trouble, Jay. I need your help. Please… save me.”

The words hit Jay like a switch. His protective instincts kicked in immediately. Without thinking twice, he unlocked the passenger door.
“Come, sit.”
Nikitha got into the car. As the engine started and Jay’s car began moving, Tharun slammed his fist hard on his steering wheel. The horn blared loudly in the quiet parking lot.
He sat there, breathing heavily, watching the Jay's car  take away the woman he loved — heading toward the house that was once Nikitha’s home too.

---

Nikitha sat in Jay’s living room — the same room that once felt like home. Jay handed her a glass of water and sat across from her, looking both confused and slightly amused.


“Alright, spill it. What kind of trouble are you in that you had to dramatically jump into my car and say ‘save me’ like a Bollywood heroine?”


Nikitha took a deep breath and launched into the entire story — from meeting Mithra, reading her diary, discovering the selfless sacrifices, to her guilt, and her master plan to make Tharun hate her so he would return to Mithra.

Jay listened with widening eyes. When she finished, he leaned back on the sofa and let out a long whistle.

“So… let me get this straight,” he said, trying hard not to laugh. “You want to sacrifice your relationship with Tharun because you read a diary and decided you’re the villain in someone else’s love story?”

Nikitha nodded earnestly.

Jay rubbed his face. “Three important findings from a diary and suddenly you’re on a mission to destroy your own life? Tharun seemed sincere, Nikitha. You’re overthinking this. Don’t spoil the life ahead of you.”

“But I am the villain!” she insisted. “I need your help, Jay. I don’t want you to actually marry me or anything. I just need you to act. Come with me on that UK trip. Pretend we’re together. Help me make Tharun hate me properly.”

Jay stared at her for a few seconds… then burst out laughing.

“Wait — once you wanted to espcae a marriage and you want me to act like your lover and made me marry you. Now you want me to act like I’m running away with you to break another man’s heart?” He clutched his stomach, still chuckling. “Do I look like a side character in a drama serial? First husband, now fake lover. My career graph is wild and are you some heart breaking specialist? breaking every men's heart?!”

Nikitha groaned. “Jay, please. This is serious!”

“Oh, it’s very serious,” he said, still grinning. “Tomorrow we are flying, you said? Just like that? Madam, I have meetings. I have a job. I can’t just pack my bags and become your co-star in ‘Operation Make Tharun Hate Me’.”

“Please,” she begged, eyes wide and sincere. “I only trust you for this. I won’t ask for anything else. Just act like we’re going on a romantic trip. Post a story or two. That’s all.”

Jay looked at her for a long moment. The playful smile slowly faded. Something in her desperate eyes reminded him of their complicated past — the long journey they had travelled together. Despite everything, she still trusted him this much.

He sighed dramatically. “Fine. I’ll help you. God knows why I’m agreeing to this nonsense.”
Nikitha’s face lit up. “Really?!”

“Yes, really. But I have conditions,” he said, pointing a finger. “One — I’m not pretending to make out with you in front of him. Two — you’re paying for my shopping in UK. Three — if Tharun beats me up, you’re writing my hospital report.”

Nikitha laughed despite herself. “Deal.”

He wont come, he cannot trace my plans, we will just fly UK, take some selfies post it on insta, then i will share a picture of us to him on whatsapp, thats it. We can just roam there and enjoy the holidays?!

Jay shook his head, smiling. “Tomorrow we are flying. Unbelievable. I woke up this morning thinking it was a normal day. Now I’m suddenly your fake boyfriend on a mission to ruin your current relationship. My life has become a comedy show.”

He got up and stretched. “Pack your bags, Drama Queen. We leave tomorrow.”

As Nikitha watched him walk toward the kitchen, Nikitha felt a strange, familiar comfort she hadn’t experienced with Tharun. Tharun had given her everything — physical affection, emotional support, stability — yet she always felt like she was performing, like she wasn’t fully herself in his space. But with Jay, even after all the heartbreak and distance, they immediately clicked back into rhythm. They felt like old soldiers, natural allies who understood each other without needing long explanations.

Her plan was moving forward.
But with Jay as her co-conspirator, she had a feeling things were about to become far more complicated — and unexpectedly entertaining.

[heygiwriter]

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Chapter 148 - New Place, Old Bond

The flight to London was long, but the atmosphere between Jay and Nikitha felt strangely light. Jay still couldn’t believe he had agreed to this absurd plan. Even after months of separation and heartbreak, Nikitha’s presence had a pull on him stronger than any other woman in his life. He knew they had no future together, yet being around her brought him an odd sense of peace.

Nikitha, sitting beside him, was shivering slightly — not from cold, but from a deep, unfamiliar comfort. With Tharun, she had received every physical and emotional need, yet she always felt like she was acting. With Jay, even after everything, it felt like home. Something inside her had always belonged to him.

As the plane cruised through the clouds, Jay turned to her softly.

“So… if you’re determined that Tharun should marry Mithra, what’s next for you? Have you ever considered your own future?”
Nikitha took a deep breath. “I’ve decided to focus on the property asset case — the one my stepmother forced me to sign during our marriage. Nothing else. I’m done with love for now.”

Jay nodded. “Good.”

“I know what you want to ask,” she continued quietly. “I’m happy with your friendship. It’s enough. I don’t want to spoil your life or any man’s life again. I’ve reached saturation point with love. From now on, I’m going to love myself.”

Jay smiled gently, a mix of pride and sadness in his eyes.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Nikitha said, “Let’s take a selfie. We’ll post it after landing in London. Make the caption sound like a business meeting… but Tharun will know the real reason. He’ll think we’re sleeping together.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “You are too cruel, you know that?” 
He shook his head, amused. 

“I shouldn’t be entertaining this… but I can’t say no to you.”

Nikitha smiled. “Is it true? You won’t say no to anything I ask?”

Jay looked at her for a long moment. “Sometimes when I see that determined look in your eyes… 
I have no guts to refuse. Even when you wanted to leave me, I could read it without you saying a word.”

Both fell silent. Minutes later, Jay nudged her. “Let’s take that selfie.”

They clicked a few pictures — smiling naturally, heads close — and saved them for later.

---

After a tiring 12-hour journey, they finally landed in London that evening. They posted the selfie with the caption:

“Business trip reloaded. Old partners, new deals. London, here we come  #WorkMode”

Nikitha hoped Tharun would see it soon.

As they stepped out into the cool London air, Nikitha looked around at the new city and new faces, feeling suddenly lost.
 “I don’t know what to do now…”

Jay gently held her hand. “We’ve lived life for everyone else for too long. For the next few days, let’s live for ourselves. Think of it as a true friendship trip — no drama, no pressure. Just exploring London like old buddies.”

They checked into a decent hotel and shared the same bed that night, but never crossed any line. They stayed up late talking about Mithra’s patience, Tharun’s choices, and how life had twisted their paths. Jay had many questions in his heart, but he kept them buried.

---

The next day was pure fun.

They started with a classic red bus tour, laughing like children as they pointed at Big Ben and the London Eye. Jay dramatically posed like a tourist in front of Buckingham Palace, making Nikitha laugh until her stomach hurt. They wandered through Covent Garden, ate fish and chips by the Thames, and took silly selfies at Trafalgar Square.

In the afternoon, they visited the British Museum, where Jay pretended to be a serious historian while Nikitha kept teasing him. They ended the day with a relaxing walk in Hyde Park, feeding ducks and sharing ice cream as the sun set.

Throughout the day, their friendship felt effortless — natural, warm, and comforting.

But as they returned to the hotel in the evening, both grew quiet. They looked at each other in the dimly lit room, the same unspoken thought hanging between them:

Did I make a wrong move in life? Shouldn't i tried for a second chance?

The question lingered in the air, heavy and unresolved, as they prepared for another night in each other’s company — friends, yet something much more complicated.

As both hit the bed, 
Before either of them could speak, there was a loud knock on the door.


A familiar voice echoed from the hallway — firm, tired, and determined.
“Nikitha… I know you’re in there. Open the door.”

It was Tharun.

“I will stay here until you open this door.”

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 149 : Shattered Illusions


Nikitha’s heart hammered against her ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The knocking on the hotel door echoed through the room—sharp, insistent, unrelenting. Tharun had found her. Somehow. The panic clawed up her throat, making her breath come in shallow gasps. She glanced at Jay, who lounged against the headboard with that maddening calm, his eyes dark and watchful, waiting for her next move.

“I… I don’t know how he tracked me,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Jay, what do we—”

Jay’s gaze didn’t waver. “What’s next? I can’t act like we’re making out. That’s too obvious.”

Nikitha swallowed hard. She rose from the bed, the silky nightie clinging to her curves, the thin fabric whispering against her thighs. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and the low neckline revealed the soft swell of her breasts with every shaky breath. “No. We just say we had sex. No need to show anything.”

Jay stood slowly, his movements deliberate. “Slow down. What exactly are we going to do, dont surprise me?”

“Nothing,” she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction. “Let’s pretend we had sex. I’ll open the door, have a quick conversation, tell him it’s over, and ask him to leave.”

Jay’s fingers found the hem of his shirt. In one fluid motion, he pulled it over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his abdomen that caught the dim lamplight. His skin was warm, familiar—dangerously so. Nikitha’s eyes traced the lines of muscle before she caught herself. “Don’t overdo it,” she warned softly. “Just… leave it at this. I’ll handle the door.”


He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating toward her. “Why not let him see us semi-naked? Let him really believe we fucked.”
She stepped back until the edge of the bed pressed against her legs. “No,” she breathed, voice low and urgent. “It would be too harsh on Tharun. I’ll just tell him verbally. That we had sex. No visual tease.”

Jay’s stressed that  “It would be more effective, Nikki. Visual proof.”

She turned to face him fully, her back now to the door. In the low light, her nightie had slipped slightly off one shoulder, exposing smooth, flushed skin. She placed a hand on his bare chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm—strong, alive, pulling at every unresolved emotion between them. “Will you be able to handle seeing your woman having sex right in front of your eyes with someone? This isn’t punishment or cruelty, Jay. I just want him to register me as… unreliable. Someone who can’t be trusted as a partner anymore.”

Just letting him know is enough.

Jay searched her face, his hand covering hers on his chest. 
“I get it. But if he witnessed it… he’d breakup with you instantly, wouldn’t he?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “It would shatter the relationship in a second. But more than that… it leaves a trauma. A sense of defeat that lingers. When the person you love sees you like that—raw, intimate, given to someone else—they never fully get back on their feet. Don’t you know that?” 

See “We were married once. Imagine if I had openly had sex in front of you. Do you think you’d be standing here the same way now like a friend? Highly impossible, you would despise for rest of your life, it would leave a trauma in you, you wont have a strength to move on?”

Jay’s jaw tightened.

He said, quietly, painfully: “I had seen. And I’m still here.”

The words hit her like a physical blow. 

She didnt expected it, for a second it looked like she did some grave mistake, she could not get herself up for a second. 

Nikitha’s face crumpled. 

Suddenly, Sharmi’s voice echoed in her mind, cruelly clear: He stayed calm. He looked out for you even after everything. He loved you even when he witnessed things he should never have seen. After every heartbreak.

She looked at him unbelievably, Jay said.. i saw you having sex with him.. with my own eyes, yet i stand here for you.. 
Nikitha was broken, she struggled yet asked.. why?.... 

Jay said because i think i still love you.. i still treasure you...

Reality crashed over her. She staggered, her legs suddenly weak. Tears flooded her eyes, spilling hot and fast down her cheeks. “Jay…” A sob tore from her throat. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” She covered her face with both hands, shoulders shaking as the weight of everything she had done—of every choice that had wounded him—poured out.

Jay hesitated only a second before pulling her into his arms. His bare chest was warm, solid, the scent of him enveloping her like a memory she could never escape. She melted against him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her tear-streaked face into the crook of his neck. “I didn’t know,” she wept. “I would have been careless… I never intended to hurt you. Not like that. Never at any instance. I’m sorry, Jay. I’m so, so sorry.”

He rubbed slow, soothing circles on her back, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine through the thin nightie. “Shh… See, Tharun is outside. We can talk about our story later.”

She shook her head fiercely against his chest, her tears wetting his skin. The knocking continued—Tharun’s voice growing louder, angrier. I’m here, Nikitha! You can’t fool me with your stupid acts! Hotel staff voices joined the fray outside, trying to calm him.

After several long minutes, her sobs quieted into shaky breaths. Jay murmured, “ More Staff are approaching, i could hear footsteps... Tharun might leave. Let’s open the door and do the act.”

But Nikitha shook her head again. Something had shifted inside her—raw, desperate, inevitable. She lifted her gaze to his, eyes still glistening. “Fuck me.”

Jay froze, searching her face. “What?”

“You said you can’t say no to me.” Her voice was husky, trembling with emotion and need. She rose onto her toes, one hand sliding up his chest to cup the back of his neck. Their lips met—soft at first, then deepening with years of pent-up longing, regret, and love that refused to die. The kiss was slow, sensual, her body pressing flush against his. Her breasts molded against his chest through the silk, nipples hardening as heat pooled low in her belly. Jay’s hands roamed her back, sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her closer until she could feel his growing arousal against her.

Outside, the commotion peaked. Tharun had shown the staff a photo, claiming Nikitha was his fiancée. He crouched low, peering desperately through the keyhole.

What he saw destroyed him.

Through the small opening, he caught the unmistakable sight: Nikitha in that revealing nightie, body arched into Jay’s shirtless frame, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss that spoke of far more than pretense. Jay’s hands were on her, possessive and tender. It wasn’t an act. It was real.
Tharun’s legs gave out. He collapsed to the floor, the world tilting violently. Pain—sharp, visceral—ripped through him. He sat there for minutes, numb, unable to process the image burned into his mind. Eventually, staff helped him up, but he barely registered them. He had booked another room in the same hotel. He wasn’t leaving this country without answers. Without her.

Inside the room, Nikitha pulled back just enough to whisper against Jay’s lips, her breath warm and ragged, “I want you to take me Now.” Her hands trembled as they explored his chest, tracing every ridge and scar she remembered. The emotional flood had cracked her open, leaving only desire and the aching need to reconnect—with the man who had seen her at her worst and still held her.

Jay’s response was a low groan, his mouth claiming hers again with deeper hunger. The nightie slipped further down her shoulder as his fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to expose the elegant line of her throat. He kissed her there, slow and wet, teeth grazing skin that flushed hot under his touch. Her soft moans filled the space between them, mingling with the distant sounds of Tharun’s fading presence.

In that moment, regret, love, pain, and passion wove together into something fierce and unbreakable. Outside, a door slammed. Inside, walls came down.

Nikitha once again slipped but this is unplanned, and unforseen by anyone.

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Chapter 150: Fractured Dawn


Golden sunlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, painting the hotel room in warm, hazy strokes. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams as the sun rose over the city. Nikitha lay awake, her body still humming from the night before. She was completely naked, her smooth skin pressed against Jay’s equally bare form. His arm was dbangd possessively over her waist, their legs tangled beneath the rumpled sheets. The scent of sex and sweat still lingered faintly in the air—musky, intimate, undeniable.

She studied his face in the quiet light. In sleep, Jay looked peaceful, almost boyish. The usual tension around his eyes had softened, his breathing deep and even. For the first time in what felt like forever, he seemed to have found real rest. A pang of tenderness twisted in her chest, quickly followed by crushing guilt. He finally had a clean, peaceful sleep after so long… because of me?

Last night had been impulsive, born of guilt, tears, and overwhelming need. She had surrendered herself to him completely—arching beneath his touch, whispering his name like a prayer as he filled her again and again. The way his hands had explored every curve of her body, the way he had kissed her tears away while moving deep inside her, slow and sensual at first, then urgent and consuming. Her legs wrapped around him, nails digging into his back as pleasure crashed through her in waves. It had felt like coming home… and like the ultimate betrayal of everything she now believed about herself.

Nikitha carefully slipped out from under his arm, her heart aching. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. 

He warned me once, she thought bitterly. I’ve successfully destroyed everyone’s peace. Hurt every heart around me. I was poison. Unworthy.

Returning to Jay would only drag him back into the chaos she created. She couldn’t do that to him—not after everything he had endured, including the things he had silently witnessed.

At the same time, a cold fear gripped her. Had Tharun seen them last night? The kiss? The way their bodies had moved together in the shadows? She couldn’t bear to think about it, yet she had to face it. She resolved to become the unreliable partner—the woman who would hurt him again and again until he finally stepped back. It was the kindest cruelty she could offer.

Quietly, she gathered herself. She padded to the bathroom, the cool tiles a shock against her heated skin. Under the shower, she let the water cascade over her body, washing away the traces of Jay’s touch even as memories made her thighs clench. She dressed in a simple sundress that hugged her figure, then glanced once more at the sleeping man she still loved too much. With a heavy heart, she left the room.


At the reception, she inquired discreetly about the man who had caused the disturbance last night. 
The staff confirmed he was staying in the hotel—Room 412. Her pulse quickened. She went straight there.


Tharun opened the door almost instantly, as if he had been standing right behind it. He looked wrecked. Dark circles shadowed his eyes. He clearly hadn’t slept. His hair was disheveled, clothes rumpled from the night before. The moment he saw her, raw longing flooded his expression.

“Why are you like this?” Nikitha asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Her voice was steady but laced with exhaustion. “I told you I came here to have sex with Jay. Why won’t you believe it? I don’t know if you saw or heard anything, but my intention isn’t to hurt you. This is the life I want now—an open one. I’ve become… a woman who craves variety. I can’t be with just one man. If you ever choose me, you have to be ready for that. Ready for me to slip away whenever the urge takes me.”

Tharun’s face tightened, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he stepped forward and gently pressed a finger to her lips. “Stop. I don’t want to hear anything else.” His voice was hoarse, thick with emotion. “I just need you in my life, Nikitha. I can’t be separated from you. I feel like I’ve mentally committed to you already. I can’t be the same even for a single day without you.”

She stared at him, frustration and sorrow swirling inside her. “Why are you acting like a child? This isn’t healthy, Tharun.”
“Come back to me,” he pleaded, voice breaking. He reached for her hands, holding them tightly. 
“Marry me. If you want others… I’ll allow it. Just don’t leave me.”

Nikitha felt the ground shift beneath her. The man who once demanded full ownership, who had been fiercely possessive, was now willing to share her. He had stooped so low for her. “Do I really worth it, Tharun? Why are you lowering yourself like this?”

“Because I can’t imagine a single day without you,” he whispered fiercely. “A life without you is no life at all.”

She searched his eyes and saw it clearly now—something deeper than love. It was obsession, a consuming, all-encompassing fixation that had taken root. He wasn’t just in love; he was mentally bound to her, willing to endure anything, even the pain of sharing, just to keep her in his orbit. The realization settled heavily in her chest.

“What do you want?” she asked softly, almost defeated. “Why is everyone giving me such a hard time with love?”
“Marry me,” he repeated, eyes burning with determination. “Come with me now. Trust me—the past 24 hours have been torture. I’ve already set the date. It’s this weekend—five days from now. You have to come with me.”

Nikitha looked into his serious, unwavering gaze. The fight he had put up, traveling all this way, refusing to let go… it was overwhelming. Last night’s impulsive surrender to Jay had been a mistake, one that might have given Jay false hope. She couldn’t keep hurting people like this. But pushing Tharun away the obvious way wasn’t working.

A new resolve settled over her. She would play a different game entirely.

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Chapter 152 : The Weight of Goodbyes


Sunlight had fully claimed the room by the time Jay stirred. He reached out instinctively, his hand sliding across cool sheets where warmth should have been. Nikitha was gone. The faint scent of her skin and the lingering musk of their passion still clung to the pillow, but the space beside him felt achingly empty.

Jay lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling with a quiet, knowing smirk. “Nikki… why are you like this?” he murmured to the empty room. He knew she still loved him—buried it deep under layers of guilt and self-loathing—but she kept running. Last night had been raw and real: her body yielding to his with desperate hunger, soft moans turning into cries of release as he moved inside her, slow and deep, then hard and claiming. Every touch, every kiss had spoken what her words refused to. Yet here she was, fleeing again before the morning light could force her to face it.

He dressed casually, refusing to chase the ghost she had become. Hours later, he stepped into the lobby, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, only to freeze at the sight near the reception desk.

Nikitha stood there in the same sundress, looking composed but fragile. Beside her, Tharun gripped her hand tightly, their bags already loaded onto a trolley. Tharun’s eyes met Jay’s across the marble floor. A flash of triumph—and warning—crossed his face.

“I and Nikki are getting married in five days,” Tharun announced, voice loud enough to carry. “Please don’t come. My humble request.” He tugged Nikitha’s hand, ready to leave.

But Nikitha stopped him gently. “Wait. Let me tell him a proper goodbye.”

She approached Jay slowly. Up close, he could see the redness in her eyes, the exhaustion she tried to hide. Her voice dropped to a near-whisper, thick with emotion. “I’m sorry if I gave you false hope last night. The sex… consider it as repayment for all the pain I caused you. I’m sorry, Jay.”
Jay’s jaw tightened, but his expression remained steady. “So the marriage is really happening in five days?”

She nodded, eyes glistening. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, voice cracking. “I’m not worthy of you. Meet someone else. Lead a good life. Forget me.” The words tasted like ash on her tongue. She turned before the tears could fall, letting Tharun guide her away.

Jay watched them leave, the smirk from earlier long gone. His chest felt hollow.

---

Back at Tharun’s family home, the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. His parents were already there, faces tight with reluctant acceptance. They had finally bent to their son’s unyielding demands. Nikitha felt the finality of it settle over her like a heavy shroud as she stepped inside. Everything was moving forward. Everything was over.

“I have a headache,” she murmured after brief greetings. “I need to rest.” She escaped to the bedroom, closing the door behind her and sinking onto the bed. Minutes later, a soft knock sounded. Tharun’s mother entered.

“What’s bothering you, child? Everything is good now, isn’t it?” The older woman’s tone was polite but cool. “I still don’t fully approve of you. But we have no other option. Tharun has made his choice.”

Nikitha offered a weak smile. Tharun peeked in, saw the two women talking, and quietly closed the door, giving them space.

---

The next days blurred into a whirlwind of preparations. Though they had planned a simple temple ceremony, Tharun insisted on making everything perfect for Nikitha. The family moved from shop to shop—vibrant silk sarees that shimmered like liquid gold, intricate gold jewelry that caught the light with every movement, flowers, accessories, and all the little details that turned a rushed wedding into something almost magical.

Nikitha smiled through it all, partly genuine. Tharun’s family had accepted her—for their son’s sake. He had gone to extremes, even after she had bluntly told him she wanted an open relationship. His devotion was overwhelming, almost frightening in its intensity. She let him hold her hand as they chose her bridal wear, his thumb stroking her skin with quiet possessiveness.

---

Exactly two days before the wedding, the entire family gathered for dinner at a popular upscale restaurant. Laughter and conversation flowed under warm lights. Tharun sat proudly beside Nikitha, his parents across from them, the table laden with fragrant dishes.

“I’ll just use the restroom,” Nikitha said midway through the meal, squeezing Tharun’s hand before slipping away.

Minutes passed. Then an hour.

Tharun’s unease grew into alarm. He excused himself and searched the entire restaurant—restrooms, corridors, even the garden outside. No sign of her. Panic set in as he called her phone repeatedly, only to find it switched off. He rushed home. Empty. He drove to her old hostel. Nothing. Desperation clawing at him, he finally went to the one place he dreaded: Jay’s house.

Jay opened the door, expression unreadable. But the answer was the same.
Nikitha was nowhere to be found.

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Chapter 153 : Shadows Before Dawn


The night stretched into an endless void. While Jay conducted his search with quiet, methodical precision—checking old haunts, mutual contacts, and even driving past familiar streets in silence—Tharun’s world had fractured completely.

Tharun hadn’t eaten. He hadn’t drunk water. His eyes were bloodshot, clothes disheveled from hours of frantic running between locations. Every corner of the city felt hostile. He revisited the restaurant, interrogated staff with trembling hands, then drove to every place Nikitha had ever mentioned. The hostel. Her favorite café. Even the hotel where everything had begun unraveling.

“Nikitha… where are you?” he whispered hoarsely into the darkness, voice cracking. The absence clawed at him like a living wound. He remembered the warmth of her body against his, the way she had tentatively smiled during shopping, the soft scent of her hair when he held her. He had been willing to share her, to accept whatever version of love she offered, just to keep her near. Now that fragile hope was slipping away. Exhaustion weighed on him like lead, but he refused to stop. Tears blurred his vision as he sat in his car at 3 a.m., head against the steering wheel, whispering broken apologies to the empty passenger seat. I pushed too hard. I should have given her space. The obsession that had sustained him now tormented him. He missed her with every fiber of his being—her laugh, her touch, the way her eyes softened when she looked at him despite everything.

Jay, searching separately across town, felt a different kind of ache. He knew Nikitha’s patterns better than anyone. Yet even he came up empty. Both men moved like ghosts in the same night, never crossing paths, united only by the woman who had vanished.

---

The night before the wedding, Tharun’s phone rang. An unknown number. He answered instantly, heart slamming against his ribs.
The voice on the other end was unmistakable—soft, tired, but steady. Nikitha.

“Where are you? What happened? Where did you go?” His words tumbled out desperately, voice raw from shouting her name into the void all night.

“Tharun… don’t worry.”
“I’ll come to the temple directly in the morning,” she said calmly. “Be ready for the marriage. Everything will be fine.”

He demanded answers, voice rising with exhaustion and fear. “Tell me where you are right now!”

There was a pause. Then, gently: “If you trust me, I will be there in the morning. 
I just… went to find some peace. To fix the storm inside me. I’ll come to you. I promise.”

The line went dead. Tharun clutched the phone to his chest, a fragile thread of hope cutting through his despair. He finally drank some water, collapsed onto the couch, and allowed himself a few hours of tortured sleep, dreaming of her return.

---

Morning light bathed the ancient temple in serene gold. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers, incense, and anticipation. Tharun’s family had arrived early, anxious but trying to maintain the auspicious mood. Tharun looked exhausted yet wired, eyes scanning the crowd relentlessly.
Then he saw her.

Nikitha stood near the mandap, already dressed in a beautiful silk saree that dbangd elegantly over her curves, accentuating the graceful lines of her waist and shoulders. She looked calm—almost radiant—in the morning light.

Tharun rushed forward and pulled her into a fierce hug, burying his face in her neck. The familiar scent of her skin nearly undid him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered repeatedly, voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry if I did anything wrong. If I pressured you. If I—”

She held him tightly, rubbing his back. “No. I was the one who did everything wrong. You were right all along. You fought for me when no one else would.”

Relief flooded him. They moved toward the ceremonial space as the priest prepared the rituals. The family watched with cautious hope.
But as they were about to sit for the main rites, Nikitha hesitated. “Tharun, I need to speak with you. It’s important.”

“Later,” he urged, glancing at the priest and the rapidly approaching auspicious time. “We can talk after. The muhurat is almost here. Please, sit.”
Nikitha’s expression shifted. She took a deep breath, then suddenly called out, voice clear and strong across the temple courtyard:
“Mithra!”

From behind a flower-decorated pillar at the side of the mandap, a woman emerged. Mithra. She walked forward gracefully, holding a garland of fresh flowers in one hand and carrying the exact silk saree the family had chosen for Nikitha—beautifully folded, as if prepared for a bride.

Tharun froze, stunned into silence. His mind struggled to process the scene. Confusion, disbelief, and a rising wave of dread washed over his face as he stared at Mithra, then back at Nikitha, the weight of what was unfolding crashing down on him.

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Chapter 154 : The Hidden Bargain


Tharun’s face went pale the moment Mithra stepped forward with the garland and silk saree. 
Before anyone could react, he grabbed Nikitha’s wrist in a tight grip.

“Come with me. Now,” he growled.

He pulled her away from the mandap, through the temple corridors, and into a secluded courtyard garden hidden behind ancient stone pillars and thick flowering vines. No one could see or hear them here. The second they were alone, he let go and spun around, breathing hard, his eyes burning with pain and fury.

“What the hell is this, Nikki?” His voice was low and shaking.
“You bring Mithra here dressed like a bride? You tell me to marry her in front of everyone? Have you completely lost your mind?”

Nikitha stood her ground, though her hands were trembling. 
“Tharun… I want you to marry her. 
She loves you more than I ever could. Her sacrifices are real.
She deserves this life with you.”

“I love you!” he snapped, stepping so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. “Only you. I was ready to accept anything — an open relationship, sharing you, whatever scraps you gave me — just to keep you in my life. Why are you destroying us like this?”

“Because your love for me is poisoning you,” she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. 
“And I know how deep it runs. 
Remember when I vanished for those two days? No calls, no trace?”
How do you feel?

Tharun’s jaw tightened. “I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t eat or sleep. I searched everywhere like a madman. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Nikitha nodded slowly. “Exactly. If you don’t marry Mithra today, Tharun, I will disappear for good. Not for two days — forever. You’ll never find me. You’ll never hear from me again. I’ll stay alive, but gone from your life completely. That’s not a threat. That’s a promise.”

You pushed me to this Tharun, i tried to speak with you but you are adamant, your ears are closed, you act strange exactly like me, but the price we would pay for not listening to our own heart will hurt us forever.

Panic flashed across his face. He could not understand anything she said. 
He gripped her shoulders, fingers digging in. “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this?”

The garden fell silent except for their ragged breathing.
“I’m not doing this,” he said finally, his voice dark and possessive. 
“I’m not marrying her.”

Nikitha’s eyes filled with fresh tears. 
She took his hands, pleading. “Tharun, please. She loves you with her whole heart. 
If you don’t marry her, I will disappear forever.”


“Stop threatening me, Nikitha. 
This is insane. Forcing things like this won’t work. 
You might think you’re fixing everything right now, but you’re destroying me.”

“I’m setting things right,” she said softly. “You’ll thank me one day. I know, You still love her — you’re just angry and disappointed right now. Just like I still miss Jay after everything that happened.”

Hearing Jay’s name made Tharun’s expression twist with anger. A heavy silence stretched between them.
“So you’re punishing me just so you can be with Jay?” he asked, his tone turning low and dangerous.

“No… that’s not it,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to suffer the way I have. What we have isn’t healthy love. We’re just choosing each other to run away from our disappointments. I can’t fix my own life, but at least I can do this for you. And if you think what I’m doing is forceful… then what you tried to do — pushing for marriage right after the UK trip — that was forceful too.”


I will stop everything tharun if you could do one thing... Nikitha said firmly. “Look her in the eyes and tell her you only love me. Can you do that without hesitation?”


Tharun’s gaze faltered. “I… I could. But I don’t want to hurt her. Are you really okay with hurting someone who has given everything for me?”

Tharun stared at her, breathing heavily. “Fine. I’ll marry her. But I have one condition. 
Sex, intimacy, children — everything physical stays with you, Nikki. 
Only you. I won’t touch her like that.”

Nikitha jerked back, horrified. “No. Absolutely not. it nullify the purpose of marriage, That would destroy her. She doesn’t deserve to be trapped in a loveless, one-sided marriage.”

“Then what do you expect?” he shot back, eyes desperate. “You’re forcing me into this!”

Im just adding a clause to your threat. He said, voice shaking. “At the end of the day, I need you… Just like you’re trying to fix things your way, I’m fixing them mine. You are pushing me into a relationship I didn’t want either. Its your fault, your call”

Nikitha looked away, breathing shakily. The auspicious hour was slipping away. She closed her eyes for a long moment, guilt and sorrow washing over her face.

“You’re right… this is my fault for pushing you so hard,” she whispered. “Fine. I’ll be available to you… but not whenever you want. Once a month. Until the day you truly see Mithra’s love and accept her as your wife. That’s the deal. Take it, or I disappear forever. Right now.”

Tharun stared at her, chest heaving. The silence felt endless. He asked promise me.. 

Nikkitha said its a promise, but remember, the day you start seeing her love, you should leave me and live only for her. whatever arrangement im in, is just to accommodate you giving you time to accommodate her. not other way. 

“I trust Mithra,” Nikitha added quietly, squeezing his hand. “She’ll change things for you soon. You may not even need me in the long run.”


She grabbed his hand tightly, reluctant acceptance written across her face, and gently pulled him back toward the main hall. Tharun followed with heavy, defeated steps, his expression dark with resignation.

When they finally emerged, the family and priest looked relieved but visibly confused. Without a word of explanation, Tharun went through the motions. He married Mithra in a quiet, emotionally charged ceremony.

Mithra stood beside him as his bride — graceful and silent. Nikitha watched from the side, her heart heavy with complicated sorrow, knowing the dangerous bargain she had just sealed.

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Why are you so obsessed with pleasing Heygi? You were the one who brought up OCD. I'm sure even Heygi never thought of it.

Why you want everyone to criticize me and blame me?