[heygiwriter]

Chapter 32: The Two protective hands


The drive to the office was quiet at first.

Tharun’s Volkswagen sedan played soft, romantic melodies through the speakers — gentle piano and soulful vocals that filled the car with an intimate atmosphere. He lowered the volume as they crossed a quiet stretch of road.

“What did you mean earlier?” he asked, voice calm but curious. “When you said the kiss and hug didn’t give me any rights?”

Nikitha stared out the window for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Her mind was still half with Jay — wondering if hehe was angry, if he would be upset.. try to follow them. She at times look at mirror to check if Jay follows them. She know she is doing blunder by showing such anger and proviking him..

She turned to Tharun.

“It means exactly what it sounds like,” she said firmly. “It was wrong. We shouldn’t have crossed that line. I was just being playful and flirtatious last night… caught up in the celebration. I want you to know I have a family. I have a husband. I have neighbors. I don’t entertain this often.”
Tharun nodded slowly, eyes on the road.
 
“Then why did you get into my car today?”
Nikitha exhaled.

“I didn’t want to be rude. Last night… it was my mistake to hug you first. It would have been rude to suddenly deny you after that. 
So I decided to get in and make things clear for both of us.”

Tharun was silent for a few seconds, then spoke with quiet sincerity.
“I’m aware of your boundaries, Niki. I respect them. I won’t come inside your house again, i mean i don't want to disturb your marriage.. its true if you were not married i would clarify Mithra and beg you to marry me.  That chapter is over even before it stars, all i have now its a temporary wish. Wanted to live that world once. Let me be honest with you… We both stand at the same place in our relationships… searching for something real. That’s not happening with our partners.

I just want to stand in a place where I can give and receive emotional satisfaction. Love. Even if that is temporary, I want to feel it. The moment you hugged me, I knew you yearn for it too. Unlike me, you are married — I know the complexities. I don’t ask you to give… but I’m a giver. And I believe you could be a beautiful receiver, even if you cannot give it back fully. I’ll leave it up to you to decide. But I won’t stop approaching you.”

Nikitha was only partially present. Half her mind was still with Jay — wondering what he was doing, whether he had eaten breakfast, whether he took the ironed shirt she had kept on the table... She didn’t reply immediately.

Tharun glanced at her and smiled gently.
“Did you understand what I said? I’m a giver… and you’re a receiver?”

Nikitha snapped back to the moment.
“It’s indecent to ask a married woman that,” she said, voice low.

Tharun smiled, undeterred.
“It’s decent enough for me to honestly tell you what I feel. 
Let’s be friends. I believe time will put us where we are meant to be… if it’s supposed to happen.”

Nikitha turned to him, eyes narrowed.
“We? No. Say it’s what you want.”

Tharun’s smile widened, warm and confident.
“No… you want it too. The hug said it all. And the kiss.”

---

The car reached the office parking area. 
Nikitha’s face was flushed. Before she stepped out, she turned to him.

“Don’t be this close inside the office. I have a reputation, and you too have a reputation”
Tharun winked.
“Understood, madam. Your mistaken husband knows how to handle things. We’ll figure it out.”

Nikitha felt a dangerous flutter in her chest. Tharun was slowly occupying more space in her mind than she wanted to admit. On one side, she was sure this would end as a temporary sexual fling, given that he had a girlfriend. Yet she questioned herself — why did she still want it? it doesnt seems to be a mere punishment for Jay.. she is allowing it. 

A few seconds later, she saw Jay’s car arriving and entering the parking area behind them.

Her anger had cooled slightly during the ride not completely but for the worry if he had breakfast. She purposely waited near the entrance so she could ask him if he had eaten breakfast. She knew he couldn’t work properly without morning nutrition — he would fall sick. She herself hadn’t eaten anything.

Colleagues called out to her, asking if she was coming with them in lift, but she stayed back.



Finally, she caught a glimpse of Jay from a distance and decided to enter the building. But as she stepped inside, to her disappointment, not only Jay but Tharun as well appeared. Both of them approached her from either side, emerging from the stairs leading up from the underground parking area.

Nikitha and Jay would never converse openly in the company — mostly in the lift, pantry, or during work. She had hoped for a quick word with him, but Tharun’s presence made it impossible.



The three of them reached the lift together. The doors opened, and they stepped in first. Before the doors could close, a large crowd of ten people rushed in, pressing the button again. The sudden influx pushed all three of them toward the back wall, bodies pressed close in the confined space.

To steady her in the packed lift, Tharun placed one hand behind her — his palm landing gently but firmly on the curve of her waist, fingers spreading possessively over the soft fabric of her saree. At the same time, Jay’s hand came from the other side, resting on her opposite waist with equal firmness, his thumb brushing just above the waistband.

Both men’s hands didn’t touch each other, but Nikitha felt them simultaneously — two warm, strong palms claiming(protecting) her body from either side. The heat of their skin seeped through the thin material, sending shivers racing down her spine. Tharun’s touch was confident and slightly daring, while Jay’s was protective and tense, almost territorial.

She was trapped between them, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. The scent of both men — Tharun’s woody cologne and Jay’s familiar warmth — filled her senses. Her nipples hardened against her blouse, and a traitorous warmth bloomed between her thighs.

What the fuck… she thought, her body tensing deliciously between the two men who wanted her in such dangerously different ways.

[heygiwriter]

It had some moments.

A few parts stood out.

what was that ::) ?

[heygiwriter]

Unlike many of your other stories, where the female lead is usually more complicated or less relatable, Niki stands out. Our Nepalese Niki is expressive and says what's on her mind, which makes her character feel fresh and engaging.

I understand that she's doing what she's doing to make Jay realize her worth, but she's also stepping into dangerous territory. What I found interesting is that, in many ways, she reacts like a true wife—she genuinely cares about Jay. At the same time, she craves Tarun's attention, which adds another layer to her character.

The conversations between Tarun and Niki about what the public might think, what the neighbors might say, and how their relationship appears to others were particularly refreshing and more casual.

And that lift scene—especially the moment when Niki was thinking, "What the fuck?"—was something I really enjoyed. That moment stayed with me.

Yea 

One of my favorite moment.. yes she is unique

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 33: Concealed Care

The lift ride felt endless.

Nikitha stood frozen between the two men, her body hyper-aware of every point of contact. Tharun’s hand rested firmly on one side of her waist, warm and confident. Jay’s hand mirrored it on the other side, tense and protective. The heat from both palms seeped through the thin fabric of her saree, sending conflicting waves of tension and unwanted arousal through her.

She was trapped in the middle — literally and figuratively. Her breath came shallow and quick. What if one of them realizes the other hand is there? The thought made her panic. She prayed silently for the lift to reach their floor soon.

Finally, the familiar ting rang out.
The doors opened. Both men smoothly withdrew their hands without a word, as if nothing had happened. Nikitha let out a shaky breath she didn’t realize she was holding, her heart still racing as the crowd spilled out.

She walked to her desk on unsteady legs, trying to appear normal. But the moment she sat down, her eyes instinctively searched for Jay. He had entered just seconds after them. He couldn’t have had breakfast. She knew him too well — without morning food, he would push through the day and eventually fall sick. The worry gnawed at her, even through her anger.

She didn’t want to approach him directly. That would complicate everything. Jay, on his side, looked anxious and lost, staring at his screen without focus. When Anjali came over to wish him good morning with her usual bright smile, he muttered curtly, “Leave me alone. I’m not in the mood.” Anjali looked hurt but walked away without a scene. Luckily, no one else noticed.

Nikitha glanced at the clock. 9:50 AM.

She couldn’t let him go hungry. But she also didn’t want to expose herself or show Jay that she still cared. She needed a plan.
She did all permutation and combination and quickest root she found was Tharun. 


She picked up her phone and texted Tharun.

Nikitha:
I didn’t prepare food this morning. I’m hungry. Can you get me something? Order some pizza?
Tharun:
You should have said earlier. I would have stopped somewhere.
Nikitha:
I forgot. I’m sorry.
Tharun:
No issues. I’ll order one for you.
Nikitha:
Don’t order for me alone. People will find it odd. We just launched the product — tell everyone it’s a treat from you. Invite the core team. Include Jay, Arjun, Sharmi, and the other 6. Summon them at the pantry section.
Tharun:
You are such a schemer. I need to learn from you.
Nikitha:
Thanks ? I’m hungry. Can’t take it more than 10 mins. Inform them and ask them to assemble soon.
Tharun:
Is it? okay then... No way. I’m not doing it.



Nikitha:
What? Why? Why not?
Tharun:
May I know the reason why you are ordering through me? You have a mobile. You could’ve ordered and had it alone. Why include members? It means you want me to share a bite but fearing others, you’re dragging the whole team.
Nikitha:
Nonsense. Dream on. See, Sharmi and Priya will tag along with me. I’m not ready to share mine. It’s girly things. Complicated.
Tharun:
Im not convinced.. You are a perfect liar. 
I will find the truth soon.
Nikitha’s heart skipped a beat.

Nikitha:
Are you going to do this or not? I could not resist being hungry.



Tharun:
Okay okay, I can. But with one condition.
Nikitha:
What?
Tharun:
Call me husband. Send a message like “Dear husband, I’m hungry.” Even if it’s “mistaken husband,” 
I will instantly announce them to go to the pantry. I want to feel loved my accidental darling!?

Nikitha rose her head and looked at Tharun through the glass door of his cabin. He raised his eyebrow like a challenge.

Nikitha:
You are a schemer now. We are level.
Tharun:
We are level.
I bet you can’t resist the hunger. Quick. Just text me and give me the words. Its okay if not husband, i'm okay with 'Mistaken husband', i cant understand ?

Nikitha hesitated for a second, then she smiled a bit.. and typed.

Nikitha:
Dear unwanted husband… I’m hungry. Get food for everyone.
Tharun smiled from his cabin. He instantly called the pantry section and asked them to arrange 15 pizzas.

Nikitha:
I will delete these conversations. I will remember how you tricked me into this. You bloody manipulator.

Tharun:
I love this fun ? Also Im glad i'm promoted from no one to unwanted husband.. I'm happy with that sweet tag

Nikitha: ??

[Conversation ends]


A few minutes later, Tharun stood up from his cabin and announced loudly, “Guys, our core team — 15 of us — assemble near the pantry area. It’s a gift from me, a breakfast treat for all.”


Priya raised her voice, “Sir, we expected a lunch. You are limiting to breakfast. We already had something.”
Tharun laughed. “Just pizza for now. Full lunch soon. Let’s plan.”

Jay, who had just realized none of them had proper breakfast, recalled Nikitha’s angry state that morning. He too wanted to call her to the pantry, but the crowd and Tharun’s presence had stopped him earlier. He stayed silent.

Ten minutes later, everyone assembled at the pantry for the team lunch.
Tharun had kept the seat next to him empty, clearly for Nikitha. However, she deliberately sat with Sharmi instead.

Tharun looked at her from across the table, subtly raising an eyebrow in a silent, public question — Why not sit with me?


Nikitha deliberately maintained her distance, refusing to give him even the smallest opportunity to take advantage of the situation in front of everyone. She kept her expression neutral and professional.

“Sir, can you pass that sauce?” she asked calmly, as if nothing unusual was happening.

Jay watched her quietly from a few seats away as she asked, “Sir, can you pass that sauce?”
A thought crossed his mind: Unlike others, we didn’t have breakfast this morning. What if she’s hungry but feels too inconvenienced or awkward to ask for more?


He genuinely cared for her. He didn’t want her to sit through the day on an empty stomach. At the same time, he didn’t want to publicly display his concern — especially not after their fight. He feared that if he himself asked for extra pizzas in front of everyone, even under the guise of it being for all, Nikitha might dismiss it as fake concern or showing off.

He quickly scanned the table and spotted Arjun. Without saying a word, he typed a message to him.

Jay: Ask Tharun for one extra pizza. Say some people might need more. I feel odd asking publicly.

Arjun, though slightly puzzled, followed through. “Tharun sir, the pizza is really tasty. 
Some of us might want more — can we add one extra for each?”

Nikitha had been thinking the exact same thing. She feared Tharun might feel bad, especially since she had chosen to sit away from him. He’s trying so hard… She silently thanked Arjun in her heart for speaking up.


What no one else knew was that Tharun had already ordered additional pizzas well in advance. He had quietly anticipated Nikitha’s needs, understanding that she consciously wanted to avoid drawing any special attention to herself. He had been about to casually say, “I’m feeling hungry too — let’s add a few more,” when Arjun beat him to it. Tharun gave a small, satisfied smirk inside and simply nodded in agreement.

In that brief moment, all three of them were showing care in their own hidden, unspoken ways. Nikitha and Jay’s concern for each other remained carefully concealed — expressed only through small, indirect actions. At the same time, Tharun’s quiet thoughtfulness and growing affection only added another complicated layer to the situation.

[heygiwriter]

VERY, very, very unique story! 

Wow.


I could literally feel the emotional heat surrounding Nikitha. Two men, and both of them seem genuinely sincere towards her. I completely understand why you mentioned a complicated affair in title.

I have a feeling the audience will be split on who Nikitha should end up with. What makes it so interesting is that neither man has the upper hand. The honesty, openness, and clarity that Nikitha brings to every situation make it impossible to pick a side easily.

She is truly an angel, just like the avatar character you wrote for Game, HeyGI. Right now, she is my second-favorite character from your stories after Mirna. Though I have to admit, if her journey continues like this, she might even overtake Mirna for me.

The lift scene was the best part. Nothing explicit, nothing dramatic—just two men caring for the same woman while she stands caught between them. A small sign of protectiveness and without asking both hands arrived. It was beautifully captured and felt incredibly real.

Loving it so far. Please keep writing. I find myself refreshing every now and then just to see if there's an update. I'm completely addicted to this story!

Thanks a lot :)

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 34: The Choice

Post-noon, the entire second floor buzzed with fresh energy. The HR Head and Managing Director had arrived in person — a rare occurrence that immediately signaled something big was coming.

The core team was called into the main conference room. The MD stood at the front with a rare smile.

“Congratulations,” he began. “In just 14 hours since launch, the game has received tremendous acclaim — far beyond our expectations. The response from players and media has been overwhelming. As a token of appreciation, we’ve decided to reward the core team.”

HR took over, announcing a handsome pay raise for all 15 core members. Then came the real surprise.

“Four of you are being promoted today.”
Arjun was the first — promoted to Lead Designer for his team.
Then came the big one.

HR placed two elegantly folded papers in the center of the table.
“Jay and Nikitha… both of you have shown exceptional dedication. Jay worked relentless hours on the backend systems, while Nikitha single-handedly fixed critical bugs across multiple teams even after completing her own work. Because of this, we’re giving both of you the opportunity to choose between two critical leadership roles that were previously handled by Tharun.”

The room fell silent.

One is Creative Head and the other is Business Expertise Lead. You may negotiate, but whoever touches the paper first locks in that role. No changes after that.”

I've written the roles  in that paper, one on left is Business Expertise Lead, on Right is Creative Team Head. Whoever chooses first by touching the paper locks that role. You may negotiate before touching, but once you touch it, there’s no going back. One who take the role without even negotiation also allowed HR laughs depends on what one needs.”

Both looked at each other, Nikkitha and Jay didnt speak. Looking at them HR took initiative. 

Senior Jay go ahead you speak your choice.

Jay spoke first, his voice confident.

“I’ve always dreamed of the Creative Head role. That’s where my real passion lies — gameplay systems, innovation, the heart of the game. I choose Creative Head.”

If Nikitha wanted this she can negotiate.. 

But Nikitha knows this was one of his dreams, so she decided to stay still enjoy the moment!

After few minutes silence 
Jay reached forward slightly, ready to pick up the paper.

HR smiled and continued, “Before you finalize… let me explain both roles clearly. Creative Head will focus on vision and creative direction. Business Expertise Lead will be the main point of contact for clients, coordination, and travel. A lot of travel — other states, sometimes abroad — along with Tharun. Also business expertisee lead will be common point of contact for Creative team and business team. 

Jay asked Tharun?

Oh Yea.. By the way, This should have been first announcement.. Tharun is being promoted to permanent Branch Manager. He’ll be traveling frequently for client meetings, and the Business Lead will accompany him most of the time.”

Creative Head High Pay 
Business Expertise Lead , lot travels more clients contact. Though pay comparably small, they have more benefits and facilities. 

Jay froze.

The thought hit him like a punch — Nikitha traveling alone with Tharun for days, staying in hotels, working closely every day…
His dream role suddenly felt far less important.
He pulled his hand back.

“On second thought,” Jay said, forcing a calm tone, “I think I’d be better suited for Business Expertise Lead. I’ve always liked travel and client-facing work. I’ll take that role.”


A small, knowing smile curved Nikitha’s lips.

She could clearly see the fear flashing in Jay’s eyes. Look at him… already imagining me traveling alone with Tharun, staying in hotels, getting close. His dirty, insecure mind was working overtime, she thought..

At the same time, a softer part of her didn’t want him to throw away his dream role for something like this. 
She didn’t want him to make such a stupid move and call it sacrifice.
She know that he is just one step away from making a stupid move. 

She didn’t hesitate.
Before Jay could take the paper, Nikitha rushed  to the center of the table, and picked up the Business Expertise Lead paper.
Jay stared at her in stunned silence.


Nikitha turned toward him with a bright, almost radiant smile. For a fleeting second, her eyes softened with a silent message only he could understand: I did this for you too.


But Jay’s eyes were clouded with fear and jealousy. He couldn’t see her care — only the threat.

That misunderstanding made her smile even wider. Idiot… you’re really scared I’ll run off with Tharun? she scolded him in her head.

She enjoyed it. His insecurity felt like the sweetest punishment and the hottest revenge. 
Two mangoes with one stone — she had given him his dream role and made him suffer at the same time.
She walked straight to Jay and extended her hand.

“Congratulations, Creative Team Head,” she said sweetly, loud enough for the entire room. “I look forward to working with you. I’ll act as a strong bridge between your creative team and the business side.”

I mean, i will be bridge between you and Tharun, she said seductively like only he can hear. Voice low

The room erupted in applause.

Sharmi ran over and hugged her, whispering, “Finally! You seem so happy you directly spoke to your crush.”

Nikitha lightly smacked her arm, blushing.

A moment later, Tharun approached her. 

While everyone was congratulating the promoted members, he shook her hand professionally, then leaned in slightly so only she could hear:
“I would love to take you places… and reach destinations you’ve never seen before. the highs you never seen”

His voice was low, warm, and full of sexually layered highs, destinations take you places....

Nikitha’s breath hitched for a split second. She kept her composed public smile, but inside, a dangerous mix of thrill, guilt, and satisfaction swirled.

Jay stood there, frozen, watching everything, he didnt hear Tharun words, but he was stunned knowing the aftermath.

He tried to sacrifice  his dream role to keep her away from Tharun.
And she had deliberately taken it — just to hurt him. and this is how his mind reads!

[heygiwriter]

It should be only lust from Tharun side, no love. It should be part of seduction plan from Tharun about his girlfriend that he said dying relationship which is nothing but lie, his promise regarding respecting her boundaries, his care towards her must be fake. He must admits these to Jay during their friendly conversation and Jay reveal to Nikita so that Nikita could know the Tharun's true intention always. Do not let Nikita uncontrolled over the fling heygi, true deep love can control anything, go any extend. Do not narrate Nikita character as a whore pls. It will downgraded the story and will heart break most of the readers, only few breainless, sex freak readers will be happy. 3-4 sexual encounter could be happened during the revengeful period of time. Within that time Jay must prove his true love towards Nikita. Heygi pls stick to logical path, you have build up the story fantastically, don't ruin it. If you think shgortage of sex sequence then increase the sex sequence between Jay and Nikita and also make short visit of Tharun's girlfriend. I understand you love to degraded your lead female character, I just humbly request you to spare Nikita this time. Let her control this time through the strength of true love. I have high hope on you heygi.

Why should i make Tharun a villain to make Niki understand Jay's love?
the theme I'm trying here is two people are sincere and genuine towards her, whom she will choose, how will she find the love. 
all 3 have little moral grey in them. still they try to be honest open and navigate this storm.. 

You should wait patiently until then dont judge buddy :)

[heygiwriter]

Office of bitches. Arjun sharmi
If there is a relationship, they will be sacked

i didnt understand?, they are good workers and colleagues

[heygiwriter]

would be happy if i could see some appreciation, may be some of my readers are revenging as i didnt complete Sneha story's second part :D

[heygiwriter]

Oh no no heygi you are going to include love between Tharun and Nikita also countless sex sequence between then, it will degraded the story and portraited Nikita nothing but a filthy whore. Why Nikita has to choose between Jay and Tharun? Oh my god!!! another blunder is coming. However your story your wish Love does not exist in illicit affair, You have taken the story on the wrong track haygi. My hope to see you as a A.R.Rahman has got shattered. :'(

You are my harshest critic, because of you i tried change track once and got hurted as a writer. 

I know you might set an expection, deep down, you always had a hero, heroine and vilalin. you are okay with villain having her for sometime and you want heroin to reroute to hero

reality is complex, its not just physicall, its emotionally invovled, all my previous storie one of character goes down grey so i easily made them a scape goat, but in this story, im honestly trying to find a track for real love and how they find it. It means, without painting anyone villain they will settled down to who they truly love.

[heygiwriter]

Jai and anjali make good pair.
Tharun and Nikitha made for each other
Nikki should not allow jai to touch her hereafter
Tharun not interested to know her husband name and where he works
Is the HR records also forged
Let's see

i hinted earlier, one who comes in from referel on emergency dont have track of anything no screening nothing, even if it forged no one knows, uneless if they find a problem . like previous manager and his wife get caught by mal practise

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 35: Unspoken Hurts


The evening sun had dipped low by the time the office began to empty. 
Most people had already left, buzzing with excitement about the promotions.
Tharun walked over to Nikitha’s desk with a confident smile.

“So… congratulations,” he said, voice low. “From tomorrow, you’ll be more like my assistant. Luckily, Jay is our Creative Team Head, so he’ll tag along for most adventures. We won’t have to worry about strangers. I’ll keep Anjali busy with him… and we can have our way.” He leaned slightly closer. “And I guess I can drop you home tonight.”

Nikitha listened calmly, her expression unreadable.
“Not necessary,” she replied politely but firmly. “I’ll go with Jay. We are just colleagues, Mr. Tharun.”
Tharun chuckled softly, not offended.

“My accidental darling… your unwanted husband wants to speak to you tonight over a call. You need to answer my two doubts.” He gave her a playful wink. “You can go with Jay now.”

He left, leaving her standing there in mild confusion.

---

Jay was already sitting in his car in the parking lot, engine running. He had waited for a while, but when he didn’t see Nikitha, a bitter thought crossed his mind: Tharun must have picked her up. With a heavy heart, he drove off.

Nikitha stepped out a few minutes later and looked around. Jay’s car was gone. A pang of disappointment hit her. Luckily, Sharmila was still there. She quickly got into her colleague’s car and asked her to drop her a street away from their villa.

---

When she finally reached home, Jay was already inside, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking defeated. His eyes were red.
He looked up as she entered. Nikitha tried to suppress her smile but failed slightly.

“Don’t you know I would come?” she asked. “Why did you leave without picking me up?”
Jay looked surprised. “How would I know? I thought you went with him. Didn’t he come?”
“No. I told him I would go with you. You left before I could find you in the parking lot.”

Jay whispered, “Sorry.”
Nikitha didn’t say anything more. She knew Jay was emotionally vulnerable right now — any discussion would make him burst. She went into the kitchen and prepared dinner quietly — his favorite chapatis with spicy tomato curry. It had been a long time since she made fresh chapatis.

When she served it, she said softly, “This is to congratulate you for becoming Creative Team Head.”
Jay looked at the plate, then at her, but said nothing.
He was just lost in thoughts.. thinking about her choice to assist Tharun in her new role. 

---

Later that night, they lay on the bed in silence.
Jay finally spoke, his voice heavy.

“I know you hate me now. You don’t believe I love you… but choosing Business Executive role to side with Tharun just to revenge me i didn't see it coming.”

Why what wrong did i do.. I apologized, i yearn for you.. Though its a marriage of conveniance i wanted to turn it real.

Nikitha turned toward him.
“I want a consistent and stable relationship. 
You are not consistent or stable.”

Jay frowned. “I am stable. I’ve always loved you.”
Nikitha let out a bitter laugh.

“Just a job role and you speak like you’re lost. 
Last night he kissed me — you treated me like property you own. 
Then today morning, you hugged me from behind like you’d never let me go. 

Which one is the real you? 

The one who tries to show ownership… or 
the one who says he won’t leave me… or 
the one who is sobbing now?”

Jay looked at her, pain evident in his eyes.

“I don’t know how to calm you down… how to pacify you… how to prove myself. I thought my anger hurt you. I know last night was inappropriate. I didn’t know any other way to express myself. In the morning, I wanted to assure you I cannot leave you. Now I’m not sobbing or giving up… I just can’t come to terms with the fact that you chose Business Expertise just for revenge.”

Nikitha anger flared hearing her husband admitting he doesn't know... 
Rage boils but she kept it controlled.


Nikitha turned fully toward him on the bed.

I can hear you.. I know you’re trying to prove you love me. 
But how is it love if you don’t know me? 
How is it love if you don’t know how to pacify me or calm me? 

It basically says you don’t know me at all. 


Tharun is an option open for me now, he shows me a hope, a promise,  — to experience what real love feels like.”
its Natural.. 

but regarding the job
“Isn’t that what you thought? 
That I chose Business Expertise just to take revenge on you?”

Jay stayed silent. He wanted to say Yes..!

Nikitha continued calmly, “Let me rewind for you. When you chose Creative Head, did I negotiate? I stayed silent because I knew it was your long-time dream. I was ready to accept Business Expertise even without knowing what it was. I admit, i enjoyed your insecurity let me be honest, i want you to feel it.. but my intention was to give your dream to you.. 

But looking at how you read it I think I made a wise decision.”

She felt like she has no reason to explain .. 
She turned her back to him, taking her phone in her hand.
to distract herself.

Jay slowly realized the truth. 
She had done it for him. A small, sad smile appeared on his face. He suddenly hugged her tightly from behind.
“I’m sorry… I misunderstood i messed up.”

Nikitha didn’t push him away, but said coldly, “You keep messing up with me… so I’ll keep texting Tharun.”

In anger, she opened WhatsApp and typed openly, just to irritate him more.
Nikitha: Hey manager…

But the moment screen appeared, it showed the deleted messages. 

Jay saw the deleted messages from morning and asked sharply, 
“Why are your messages to him deleted? It looks like it happened during office hours. What is that?”

Nikitha didn’t want to reveal it was her plan to get him breakfast through the team treat. 
but from all above disappointments and irriatations, she deliberatly decided to hurt him.. 

She lied calmly, “We just did a sex chat. I felt if someone saw it, it would be bad.”
Jay looked at her in disbelief.

“So it’s all about sex, right? 
I was like a madman thinking for you worried you will be hungry, tried speaking with you before getting into life, and i even ordered extra pizzas.”
Nikitha turned her head. “You ordered?”

Jay showed her the text he had sent to Arjun.
She saw it. A sense of warmth and happiness caught her, though she couldn’t fully name why. 
Her anger still remained.

Jay continued, voice breaking, “Why, Nikitha? I kept telling you I love you. 
I want you to stop with him. But you do sex chats? 

Is sex all you care about? Can’t you see me? If sex is the only thing, didn’t I give you enough?”
Nikitha stayed calm as she waited for Tharun’s reply.

“When you chose sex with Anjali again and again? Couldn’t you see me?”
Jay said weakly, “It was for us… to stop people from exposing us.”

Nikitha cut him off. “I know. Don’t repeat it. If you have a reason, I have one too. You did it for both of us. I’m doing it for myself — to experience love and sex the way I want. Is that reason not enough? For close to three years I’ve been with you. You had plenty of sex with Anjali. Didn’t I get hurt? Tell me one reason why I should still consider you.”

Jay whispered, “Because we stood for each other. We got married. And… love.”

Nikitha smiled bitterly.
“So should I accept your sex with Anjali and move on?”

Jay said desperately, “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. Let’s be a family as usual.”
“Fair,” she said. “Then let me have sex with Tharun. Let me hang out with him for some months. I will stop at a time — just like how you want me to accept your past and move on. You consider this present as something that will become the past in the future… and let’s move on together. For love. For us.”

Jay realized Nikitha had carried this hurt for a long time and was finally shedding it all at once.

While he was lost in thought, Tharun replied.
Tharun: Hey accidental darling… I said I have two important questions. Shall I ask?
Nikitha: Yes, unwanted husband ?
Tharun: Wow, you’re fast. Tomorrow night — 7 PM or 6:30 PM?
Nikitha: For what?
Tharun: For a date. I’m asking for your hand on a proper date. We need to travel a lot from now on. I want to start it right — feel you before we officially start partnering.

All the messages were vague, but the intention was clear.
Jay could not believe it.

He said bitterly, “He has a girlfriend. Whatever he’s giving you now is only for sex. After it fades, there will be nothing. Trust me — I had plenty of sex with Anjali but I never felt loved. I just used her. I fear you will be treated the same way. It’s just lust, not love.”

Nikitha didn’t type anything. She listened coldly to his rant.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want you to go with Tharun…”

She finally replied to Tharun:
Nikitha: I can’t come for the date.

Jay relaxed a little.

Tharun replied quickly: Why? Did I do anything wrong?

Nikitha: Yes. I don’t have any special dress for the date. I want to feel special… loved. I hope you can give me that.
Tharun sent a kissing emoji.
That was the last straw.

Jay’s rage flared. He turned her onto her back with force. Her phone dropped to the floor.
“If sex is all you want, I will give you,” he growled, raising her nighty to her waist.
Nikitha kept a devilish, mocking smile.
“We have had sex for more than two years actively and regularly. Why would I want to go to him? cant you think?
and She added softly, “This rage… brings out your originality.”

Jay gritted his teeth. He calmed down slightly and he left her.. moved to side and lay on bed..
he said sorry, its just a disappointment. 

“I’m changing… I’m changing myself. Can’t you see?”
A little tear escaped Nikitha’s eye.

“Jay… I don’t want you to change. Or anyone, for that matter.
 All I wanted was to be loved. 
If you could have understood this, there would have been hope
But I fear you could never understand this.”

She repeated softly, “Ours is not a marriage at all. We have no emotional bonding. Your love claim is coming out of insecurity, not real love. At the end of the day… I want to be loved.”

Please don't try to do anything speak anything and complicate it for both of us.
She turned away and raised bedsheet to her head hiding her tears. 

Jay turned away, unable to speak further. 
A drop of tear rolled from his eye.

[heygiwriter]

You got hurt because of me now I am getting hurt by you so we are in same page bro, its makes us two brother from different mothers. Your explanation have made my sorrow calm little bit. Pls do not include sex encounter between Tharun and Nikita during their foreign trip and behind  Jay's back. Pls Keep the fling short buddy as well the story. You are getting less appreciation not because of sneha part 2 it is because of you have moved this story into wrong direction. I think you should widened the communication gap between Jay and Nikita which they are having already. Jay is not a saint to understand the real motive of Nikita's plan to take revenge on jay. Jay understand it as Nikita is drifting away from him to Tharun. He would decided to let her go. He would secretly manage another job in another city such as Mumbai. Quitly paid off the home loan and transfer the house to Nikita's name, arrange the the divorce paper with signed it and left the docs alongwith the his broken sim card on the dineing table at the 1st floor. When Nikita would find the fact that Jay left her then make her panic first then she would chase jay. When she could not find him then make her mentally unstable and end the fling right away. Make her quit the job and give ground floor on rent for living and keep her searching. Make this search period atleast 3 years. For sex sequence involve jay in his new place with his colleague, senior colleague's wife, neighbor Nikita could find him through news paper, you tube video of Jay's interview, then she could finaly meet him and some emotional drama sequenceyou narrate as a climax. Heygi bro you can still pull back into right track still.

bro its not revenge story, its find love story. Please calm down. you are over thinking. 

Their marriage is beyond repair.. they have a role to fix it.

[heygiwriter]

So it is just living together no love no commitment. Where the loans came from

read the story again :)

[heygiwriter]

Its not that easy to paint Jay as the one who doesn't deserve Nikitha. 

One who comes from outside always sees the beauty, brains and the worth immediately because they are single plus their perspective on someone like Nikitha from afar is all the good and best qualities and their interest in them will peak very fast and their approach would also be upfront plus they give more attention and caring right away and that is all part of journey in pursuing them into a relationship so Tharun might easily look glorious in his path of attaining Nikitha.

For Jay, they entered into the marriage as more a convenience right from the beginning so the setting itself is not on a proper emotional grounding to begin with and a mere arrangement so evolving from that stage to a stage where he understands his feelings is complicated journey and requires lot of pain and courage. Yes Jay never treated her good because he always saw her as an arrangement and a good friend with benefits but like I said it all comes down to how their relationship into this marriage began and how it is evolving. 

Every one has a way to evolve and grow in a relationship and the one bond that grows through hardships will be the winner at the end in my book. 

~RCF

Rightly said..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 36: The Morning After


The morning light felt colder than usual.

Nikitha woke up with a heavy chest. Guilt had settled over her like a thick blanket. She replayed last night’s words in her head again and again. Was I too harsh? Did I go too far?

But beneath the guilt lay something sharper — a deep, lingering pain. Jay’s words from the night before kept echoing:

“I don’t know how to calm you down… how to pacify you…”

That single sentence had broken something inside her. After everything they had been through together, after years of living as husband and wife, he still didn’t know how to love her properly. She felt invisible. Like she was just… there. Convenient. Useful. But never truly seen.

She glanced at Jay, who was slowly stirring. Without a word, she slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen. Like every other morning, she prepared breakfast — simple upma and coffee. She ironed his shirt with practiced care, folding it neatly on the chair.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered what his world would look like without her. He didn’t know how to cook properly. He rarely ironed his own clothes. She had been doing these small things for years without complaint. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she wiped them away quickly. As long as I’m here, I’ll do it, she thought bitterly. For everything he has done for me… and for everything he hasn’t.

---

Jay hadn’t slept much. He lay awake the entire night, replaying every word Nikitha had thrown at him.

“I want to be loved.”

The sentence kept ringing in his ears like a painful alarm. Why was she bringing up Anjali again and again? If she had been hurting for so long, why hadn’t she said anything earlier? Had he really taken her for granted this badly? Or was she collecting reasons just to justify moving toward Tharun?

The smell of breakfast wafted from the kitchen. She was still cooking for him. Still taking care of him. That realization made his chest tighten even more.
She endured so much… and I never saw it.

---

They ate breakfast in near-total silence. The clinking of spoons felt deafening. Neither wanted to be the first to speak.

Finally, after finishing his plate, Jay gathered courage. He picked up his car keys but stopped at the door when Nikitha moved to follow.

“Wait,” he said softly. “Ten minutes. We should talk. I’m ready to listen. Tell me… what should I do? What does ‘feeling loved’ actually mean to you?”
His eyes searched hers — honest, pleading, desperate for one last chance.

Nikitha paused, looking at him. For a brief second, something softened in her expression.

Before she could reply, the doorbell rang loudly from upstairs.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
Both their eyes widened in shock. They knew exactly who it was.
Nikitha’s face hardened. She took a deep breath.
“I said everything last night. Just recall it,” she said quietly. “But I fear I’ve moved far from fixing this.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked toward the external stairs leading to the upper entrance.

Jay stood frozen in the living room. He could hear everything clearly.
Tharun’s cheerful voice floated down:

“Wifey! Good morning. Ready for our first official date? We’re going to the office a little late today. I’ve already picked a destination to buy a dress for you. for the special Date”

The door clicked shut.

Jay stood there, completely still, as if someone had knocked the wind out of him. The words kept ringing in his head on loop:

“I said everything… last night, last week, if you really care, recall it, it has answer in it, i feel tiered telling hinting again and again, love is not something comes as dictate.. … anyway I fear I’ve moved far from fixing…”

He slowly sank back into the chair at the dining table, staring blankly at the wall. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the edge of the table.

By 11:30 AM, Nikitha and Tharun reached the office together.

As they walked in side by side, Sharmi, who was standing near the entrance with a coffee cup, raised an eyebrow.


“Wow… already hanging out with the new permanent manager?” she teased, voice playful at first. “What’s going on? Client pitching this early?”

Nikitha maintained a calm, professional smile.



“Yes. Important client meeting,” she replied smoothly.

Sharmi’s tone shifted from playful to slightly serious. “Oh…”



Before anything more could be said, Jay stepped out of his cabin holding a tablet. His voice carried across the floor with surprising steadiness.



“Team, a new proposal has been sent to everyone. Please check your mails. We’re exploring one more game concept based on the success of the last launch.”

Sharmi’s eyes lit up. She clapped her hands dramatically.



“Wow! Look at our new promoted seniors shining! Jay sir is already sending proposals for a new game, and Tharun sir along with our own Nikki are going out for important client meets. Our floor is shining bright!”



A few others joined in with light applause and cheers.



Nikitha felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She kept her head slightly lowered, knowing the real reason behind her outside visit with Tharun, to buy her a elegant dress for date. Tharun, on the other hand, stayed composed and walked straight into his cabin without reacting.



Inside, guilt gnawed at her.



After all, I was his wife… and here I am, roaming with another man, creating client meet drama in front of everyone.



One part of her scolded herself harshly: Stop cheating yourself, Nikitha. You’ve done enough for Jay. If he couldn’t reciprocate, if he couldn’t honor what you needed, the issue is not yours. You need to move on. Try with Tharun… or someone else. Going back to Jay won’t give you anything.



But her heart didn’t listen to that voice.

Her eyes instinctively searched for Jay.



He was already back at his desk, eyes glued to his screen, completely focused on the new proposal. Calm. Professional. Unbothered.



She expected disappointment. Pain. Anger. Maybe even a glare.

But there was none.



The entire day, she kept stealing glances at him. Strangely, the more she saw him working with quiet determination, the more unsettled she felt.



If he is really accepting this and moving on… it’s fine. You should too.

This can’t continue, her inner voice kept repeating.


Yet every time she tried to focus on her own tasks, her gaze drifted back toward Jay’s cabin.

The silence in the house felt suffocating.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 37: The Breaking Point


The evening at 5.30 parking lot was nearly empty by the time Jay reached his car.

Nikitha was already standing there, holding a sleek dress cover in her hands. Tharun stood beside her, looking relaxed and confident.
Tharun spotted Jay and walked over with a broad smile. Without warning, he pulled Jay into a tight hug.

“Man, thank you,” Tharun said warmly. “You’re one of the real reasons I’m going to date Nikitha. This beauty right here.”
Nikitha’s face dropped instantly. She looked down, embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Tharun continued, still holding the hug, “Niki, you don’t know this — I actually forced you into the core team just so I could get closer to you. And look… it worked.” He pulled back and grinned. “I’ll drop my angel at your house. I’ll pick her up at 6:30.”

He leaned closer to Jay’s ear and whispered, “Maybe tonight she won’t come back at all.”
Everything inside Jay turned red.
Nikitha felt a spike of panic. He would turn into a monster if someone threatens him like this.

Tharun turned toward Nikitha with a charming smile. Suddenly, Jay stepped forward and slapped Tharun hard on the back with both hands — a loud, stinging sound.
“Ahhh!” Tharun stumbled forward, startled.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, rubbing his back.
Jay forced a smile. “Congrats, buddy. Old college way of congratulating someone when they pick their woman. I’m waiting for you to pick someone soon. I’ll return the favor.”

Both men laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off. But the tension in the air was thick.

For a second, Nikitha felt like a war was about to break out because of her. She looked at both men — Jay, well-built but not overly muscular, clean-shaven; Tharun, slightly more defined, with that commanding presence. It was the first time she had really compared their bodies so openly. Shit, she thought to herself.

Tharun gave a final nod. “Take care,” he said and walked away.

---

Nikitha sat in the passenger seat of Jay’s car. The moment they got on the main road, she turned on him furiously.

“What the hell did you try to do to Tharun?” she snapped. “Did you ever try to prove your machoism like that before? If you behave like this again, I will never see your face!”

Jay’s grip tightened on the steering wheel.

“Then what did you want me to do?” he shot back, voice rising. 
“Just smile and congratulate him while he whispers that he’s going to fuck my wife tonight?”

He punched the steering wheel hard. A sharp horn blared.
Nikitha flinched at the sudden outburst.

“Why are you behaving this way?” she asked, voice shaking.
Did he know you are my real husband?

Jay said, he doesn't know but you and i know we are husband and wife right?
“You want me to stay calm and watch someone fuck my wife? 

Jay’s voice cracked with pain and rage.

Nikitha’s eyes flashed.
“Didn’t I watch the same thing?” Stay calm and watch. 

she countered sharply. “You fucking someone else — not behind closed doors, but in the storage room, in front of the entire floor in broad daylight? 

No one even knew you were my husband, yet you felt pain when just one person knows your wife is involved with someone, even in that case someone and the one person are one and the same.

What about me? More than 50 people watched my husband screwing someone.
How do you think I felt? Should I have jumped and beaten Anjali like you almost did today?”

She laughed bitterly.

“You know what’s funny? Anjali and I still speak normally even after knowing everything. When men do it, they’re called playboys. When women do it, they’re called bitches.”
There was a heavy silence.

Nikitha’s voice softened but remained firm.
“Promise me you won’t hurt Tharun. No matter what happens. If you still consider me the same friend.”
Jay took a deep, painful breath.

“Everything was fine when I considered you as a friend… friend with benefits. The moment I saw you as my wife, as someone I love… everything turned upside down.”
Nikitha looked straight ahead.

“Fair then. Let’s just be friends again.”
She paused, then added coldly, “The promise is still pending.”
Jay replied with a deep breath, voice heavy with defeat.

“You said you’re going to move on… there is nothing left for me to promise or hang on to. I feel disgusting trying to prove my love now. I just wish it shouldn’t be too late when you realise my love.”

The car reached their villa. The time was already 6 PM.
Jay stopped the engine and said without looking at her, “Go ahead. Go upstairs. 
That’s your house now. Tharun will be looking for you at 6:30.”

NIkitha coldly said, you dont need to worry about me.

[heygiwriter]

Fellow xossipians,

So

Nikitha + Jay

Let's stop pretending Jay single-handedly drove this ship into an iceberg. Yes, he sabotaged it beyond repair, but Nikitha isn't exactly a beacon of emotional wisdom either. Both have enough grey shades to qualify as a storm cloud. One made mistakes, the other enabled them. Nobody gets a halo here.


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Nikitha + Tharun

Unlike Gowtham and Sneha, this actually has the potential to become something stable. The keyword being potential. Of course, that depends on whether Nikitha has truly moved on or is still carrying around a suitcase full of unresolved Jay-related baggage. If Jay still occupies premium real estate in her head, then good luck to Tharun.


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Jay + Anjali

Anjali is the happy-go-lucky type. She'll probably find a way to enjoy life regardless of who is standing next to her. But if we're being realistic, Jay would most likely use her as a distraction rather than a destination. Fun? Maybe. Meaningful? Probably not. Next.


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Jay + XYZ

Why is everyone acting like Nikitha is the only person entitled to a happy ending? Jay isn't some cartoon villain twirling his moustache while plotting emotional destruction. He has flaws, plenty of them, but he's not a crook. He's capable of loyalty, sacrifice, and maybe even genuine love if the right person walks into his life. Shocking concept, I know.


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Tharun + XYZ

This is where the ending really gets decided.

Because let's not pretend Tharun is some relationship guru either. The man is perfectly willing to play with fire while supposedly committed to a long-distance relationship. So whether he grows up, crashes and burns, or somehow stumbles into maturity will determine how this story ultimately lands.


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New Characters / Corporate Drama

Please. No.

Every time a story starts losing direction, someone suggests introducing three new characters, two secret cousins, a billionaire CEO, and a corporate conspiracy. Before you know it, we're reading a completely different novel.

The existing characters already have enough emotional damage and poor decision-making skills to carry the plot. No reinforcements needed.


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Heygi + HeygiWriter

This is the real power couple.

Whenever Heygi stops listening to twenty-seven different theories and simply writes the story he wants to write, the result is always better. The best chapters usually come when the writer disappears into his own world and lets the characters speak for themselves.


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Heygi + Readers

Now for the most important relationship.

Dear Heygi, silence the noise.

Readers are great. Discussions are great. Theories are great.

But the moment a writer starts steering the story because of every comment, prediction, complaint, or emotional blackmail attempt from readers, the story starts losing its soul. One tiny change here, another adjustment there, and six chapters later the entire plot is driving through a ditch wondering what happened.

You've already learned that lesson.

Write the story you planned to write.

Let readers complain, celebrate, panic, argue, and write essays in the comments. That's their job.

Your job is to tell the story.


---

And finally, a gentle reminder:

This is, after all, a forum for sex stories.

So between all the emotional trauma, relationship analysis, character studies, moral ambiguity, heartbreak, redemption arcs, and philosophical debates...

Kindly remember the original mission.

Every now and then, make sure the plot moves forward.

And by "plot," you know exactly what I mean, make some dick raising scenes..

indeed a lot effort thanks i fully read

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 38: First Date

The evening arrived faster than Nikitha expected.

Guilt had been gnawing at her since morning, but as she stood in front of the mirror after a long, hot shower, something shifted. She had chosen the elegant Off-Shoulder Mesh Ruched Fitted Dress in black. It hugged her curves perfectly, the mesh panels teasing just enough skin while the ruched detailing made her look both sophisticated and dangerously alluring. She looked royal — confident, beautiful, and completely different from the everyday office Nikitha.

At first, she had agreed to this date only to irritate Jay. But after everything that had happened — the fight, his tears, his inability to understand her pain — a quieter voice inside her whispered: Why not try it?

She trusted Tharun. He was flirtatious and ambitious when it came to physical desire, but he also felt like a gentleman. She didn’t want to go downstairs and let Jay see her like this. Somewhere deep down, she knew she couldn’t bear showing this version of herself to him.

She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and almost texted Jay to eat the dosa batter in the kitchen. But she stopped herself. Not today. For the next few hours, she wanted to forget him.

---

At 6:30 PM sharp, Tharun’s sleek Volkswagen sedan glided to a stop right outside the villa.

Jay had already locked himself inside his room. Headphones clamped over his ears, loud music blasting, he sat on the edge of the bed staring at nothing. He refused to come out. He didn’t want to see her dressed up for another man. He didn’t want to watch her leave.
Nikitha took one last look in the mirror upstairs, her heart beating faster than she wanted to admit. She stepped downstairs, the elegant black off-shoulder dress hugging her figure with every movement. The mesh panels teased just enough skin to make her feel both powerful and exposed.
The moment she stepped out of the house, Tharun’s eyes widened with raw admiration. For a few seconds, he simply stared, taking her in.
Without hesitation, he walked forward and dramatically dropped to one knee right there on the street, extending his hand like a prince from a fairytale.
“My lady,” he said with a charming, confident smile, “may I have the honor of this evening?”
Nikitha’s heart jolted with panic.
“Tharun, get up!” she whispered urgently, glancing toward the ground-floor windows. “Someone might see—”
Actually, she feared Jay would spot her.
The thought made her stomach twist. For a split second, an inner voice spoke clearly:
You already announced you’re going to get into an affair with Tharun. Will this hurt him more than that?
She took a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the storm inside her.
Tharun remained on his knee, smiling up at her, completely unbothered by her hesitation.
Luckily, the street was empty. No neighbors in sight.
Nikitha quickly bent down, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up.
“Come on,” she said, voice low but firm. “Let’s get to the car.”
Tharun stood smoothly, still holding her hand as he led her toward the sedan with a satisfied grin.

First Date at the Star Hotel – A Night of Romance

The grand Star Hotel glowed with elegance as Tharun and Nikitha arrived for their very first official date. Nikitha looked stunning in her elegant black Off-Shoulder Mesh Ruched Fitted Dress that hugged her figure perfectly, the off-shoulder neckline gracefully revealing her collarbones. Tharun, dashing in his sharp black suit, smiled warmly and gently took her hand as they entered. His fingers intertwined with hers confidently.
Nikitha: (feeling a shy flutter, like a scene from a romantic movie) Tharun… holding hands like this in public? It feels… odd. But nice.
Tharun: (squeezing her hand softly) Let the whole world see. Tonight, you’re my queen, and I’m going to treat you like one.
The staff greeted them royally — the manager personally led them to a beautifully set private table with candlelight, fresh flowers, and soft music playing in the background. Tharun pulled out her chair with care, then sat across from her, never taking his eyes off her.
Tharun: You look breathtaking in that dress, Niki. The way it fits you… it’s perfect. But honestly, it’s your smile that lights up the entire room.
Nikitha: (blushing lightly) Thank you. This place is so luxurious. I feel like a princess.
Tharun: You deserve to feel that way every day. From the moment we walked in, all I’ve wanted is to make tonight special for you. You make me want to give you the world.
He reached across the table and held her hand again, his thumb gently stroking the back of it. Nikitha’s heart warmed at how attentive he was.
The waiter brought appetizers. Tharun ordered her favorite dishes with care, remembering every detail she had mentioned before.
Tharun: Try this. (He carefully spooned a small portion onto her plate) I want you to taste everything. You’ve been working so hard — tonight, let me take care of you completely.
Nikitha: (smiling warmly) You’re spoiling me already.
Tharun: That’s the plan. I love seeing you relaxed and happy. You carry so much, but with me, you don’t have to. Just enjoy.
As they ate, Tharun stayed fully present — listening to her every word, laughing at her stories, and making her feel like she was the only person in the universe.
Tharun: Here, have some of this. (He shared a perfectly cooked bite from his plate, feeding her gently with his fork) How does it taste?
Nikitha: Delicious… You’re really good at this.
Tharun: Only because it’s you. I was surprised when you said okay for date for the very first request. it only said me, how your marriage ilfe could be unhappy and your husband keep you long for more. 

Im sorry did i dragging him unwantdely, let me skip that topic.. okay Holding your hand earlier, seeing that shy look on your face — it made my heart race. You’re adorable when you blush.

A little sauce accidentally touched the corner of her lip. Tharun leaned forward with a soft napkin and gently wiped it from her chin, his touch tender and lingering just a moment.

Tharun: There. Can’t have my beautiful date with even a tiny imperfection. 
Though honestly, you’d look perfect no matter what.
Nikitha: (heart melting) Tharun… you make me feel shy with all these attentions. I feel loved
Tharun: If you felt loved. I want to do this more often — romantic dinners, walks under the stars, waking up to your smile. I want to build something real with you, Niki. Something beautiful.

Nikitha felt truly cherished, wrapped in his warm attention and genuine affection.

Tharun: (voice dropping a bit, eyes intense) Can I ask you something? Just for tonight… would you let me flirt with you a little more boldly? The romantic kind that shows exactly how much I desire you. Only if you’re comfortable.

Nikitha: (playful spark in her eyes) Try me. Let me see your skills.
Tharun: (smiling) That black dress is driving me crazy in the best way… the way it sits on your shoulders, the way it moves when you do. I can’t stop imagining pulling you close and kissing you slowly.

Nikitha: (blushing deeply) Tharun…
Tharun: And your lips right now… so inviting. I want to taste the wine on them and forget everything else exists.

Nikitha: (face turning pink, voice shy) Okay… that’s getting dangerous. Stop it. Being with you feels too risky already — in the best and scariest way. You’re making my heart race too much.

Tharun: (chuckling softly, switching back to gentle romance) Fair enough. I’ll behave… for now. 
I just want you to know how deeply I’m falling for you but at same time in need you give a teaser for my intensity and your effect on me.

The rest of the dinner flowed with sweet conversation — more shared bites, soft hand-holding, and Tharun making her laugh while treating her like royalty. Nikitha felt light, loved, and completely swept off her feet.

Then, suddenly, a waiter called across the hall: “Mr. Jay? Your table is ready.”

Nikitha froze, the name pulling her sharply out of the moment. 
Her eyes scanned the room nervously. it was someone else but To ground herself, she reached out and held Tharun’s hand tightly.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly. “I’m full.”

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 39 - The Deep kiss and The Lake-View Penthouse

It was only 7:20 PM. The romantic candlelit dinner had left Nikitha feeling warm, cherished, and slightly lightheaded from the attention. Also a little fear of hearing Jay name.


Nikitha: (softly, with a shy smile) Shall we go home?
Tharun: (looking at her with quiet intensity) Sure.
They finished their last comforting sips of soup. But when Tharun’s sleek black car left the Star Hotel, he turned in the opposite direction from her villa.
Nikitha: (heart skipping) Tharun… where are you going? Our home is that way.
Tharun: (glancing at her with a calm, confident smile) I’m taking you to my home tonight.

A thrilling mix of nervousness and excitement rushed through Nikitha. She craved his care and the feeling of being deeply loved, not to rush into anything physical. Yet the night was moving faster than she had anticipated. Her pulse quickened as the city lights faded behind them.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Tharun’s luxurious lake-view penthouse apartment. The modern space was spacious, impeccably clean, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the moonlit lake. In the center of the living room stood an elegant grand piano.

Nikitha: (stunned) You play piano?

Tharun: Yes. You ?
Nikitha: My mom and I used to play together almost every evening. After her demise, I never touched it again… until tonight.
Nikitha: Can I play?
Tharun: Of course. Go ahead.

But its long i played.. i may end up playing bad notes.. .

She sat at the piano in her elegant black Off-Shoulder Mesh Ruched Fitted Dress. As she began playing a soft melody, Tharun stood behind her. His hand rested warmly on her bare shoulder, guiding her fingers with gentle corrections. He leaned in, playing along with her, his strong hands occasionally covering hers on the keys. The closeness was intoxicating — his body heat, the subtle pressure of his fingers, the way his chest brushed her back.

After ten minutes, she paused. Tharun’s hand returned to rest possessively on her shoulder. Standing directly behind her while she remained seated, his gaze drifted downward. The off-shoulder design of her dress had shifted slightly, revealing her full cleavage and nearly sixty percent of her breasts. 

Her nipples were visibly poking against the thin mesh fabric, as if begging for attention. Tharun felt himself growing painfully hard. He had hoped for a decent, romantic date with a few passionate kisses tonight — if things spiraled uncontrollably, he wouldn’t mind going further. But the sight before him was rapidly stripping away his control.

After ten minutes, she stopped and slowly turned her face upward to meet his eyes.

For a long, intense moment, they simply gazed at each other — the air thick with unspoken desire, hearts racing in perfect sync.

Tharun didn’t waste the moment. He leaned down and sealed her lips with his in a deep, slow, hungry kiss.



The kiss started tender but quickly grew passionate. His hand gently cupped the back of her neck as he tasted her, drawing her closer. Nikitha’s fingers instinctively gripped his shirt, her body responding even as her mind spun with thrill and hesitation.

Tharun: (pulling back slightly, voice husky against her lips) God, Niki… you have no idea what you do to me.
Nikitha: (breathing heavily, cheeks burning red) Tharun… this is getting too dangerous. I want the romance, the way you make me feel loved and cared for… but we should slow down. Please.



She smiled shyly. Tharun respected her immediately, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and pulling her into a warm, protective embrace.


Tharun: (murmuring into her hair) I’m sorry if I got carried away. You’re irresistible in this dress… but tonight is about you feeling safe and cherished. We go at your pace.


They moved to the plush sofa overlooking the moonlit lake. Tharun kept things romantic — pouring wine for him, feeding her only with dark chocolate, holding her hand, and talking softly. His touches stayed caring and attentive.

A little later, Nikitha stood up.
Nikitha: I feel like something sweet. Is there chocolate in the fridge?
Tharun: (smiling) Let me get it for you.
Nikitha: It’s okay, I’ll find it. I want to explore a little.

Tharun followed her into the sleek modern kitchen, staying close since she was new to the place. As Nikitha bent slightly to reach inside the fridge, the off-shoulder dress shifted, beautifully displaying her cleavage and the smooth curves of her breasts. The sight of her like this — bent forward, dress hugging her body, skin glowing under the soft kitchen lights — was too much for him.

He lost control.

In one smooth motion, Tharun stepped forward and pushed her gently but firmly against the cool kitchen wall, his body pressing into hers.

Nikitha: (breath catching, voice shy but breathless) Tharun… we should slow down. Just kiss… okay?

Tharun: (voice low and rough with desire) I want to enjoy you inch by inch tonight, even if that is a kiss..

He started agonizingly slow. First, he licked her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, savoring its softness. Then he traced her upper lip with the same deliberate care, tasting the faint sweetness of wine still lingering there. Nikitha cooperated, parting her lips slightly with a soft sigh. Tharun took the invitation, gently deepening the kiss as their mouths opened to each other.

Their tongues met in a slow, sensual exploration — tasting, teasing, dancing together. What began as tender quickly turned hungry. They started devouring each other’s mouths with growing intensity, lips moving wetly, tongues tangling deeply as soft moans escaped between them. Tharun’s hands gripped her waist, holding her against the wall while they kissed like they were starving for one another — slow, wet, and addictive.

For long, heated minutes they stayed locked like that, bodies pressed together, breathing each other in, completely lost in the passionate kiss. The heat between them was undeniable, threatening to consume them both.

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound echoed from outside the door — glass shattering violently. The sharp noise jolted them apart. Nikitha gasped, lips swollen and glistening. Tharun instinctively shielded her with his body, both of them flushed, aroused, and now alert. The perfect moment got shattered. Tharun said i will look who it is, he went to open the door. Nikitha with a fear followed him