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Chapter 51: Tharun's Kiss let her to new discovery


Nikitha quietly closed the door behind Sharmi and stood frozen in the hallway, her back pressed against the cool wood. Her heart hammered against her ribs like it wanted to escape. The house, usually her quiet sanctuary, now felt heavier, almost watchful. The walls seemed to lean in, echoing the soft clink of dishes and the low murmur of voices that had filled the space just minutes ago.

She walked back into the bedroom on unsteady legs. Jay was already asleep, his breathing shallow but steady under the faint glow of the bedside lamp. The light painted soft golden shadows across his pale face, highlighting the exhaustion etched into his features. He looked fragile tonight, smaller somehow, as if the illness had stripped away the man she once knew. The sight should have softened her heart. 

Instead, memories of Sharmi feeding him—leaning in close, her voice gentle, her fingers brushing his—flashed through Nikitha’s mind like sparks on dry tinder.

A sharp, irrational wave of jealousy twisted deep in her chest, hot and possessive.
How dare she?

The thought was ugly, but it burned bright. She had spent the evening laughing with Tharun, letting another man’s hand linger in hers, winning silly prizes and feeling alive in ways she hadn’t in years. Yet the image of another woman caring for Jay made her blood boil. The hypocrisy crashed over her like cold water.

What a hypocrite I am.

She couldn’t sleep. She lay beside Jay, staring at the ceiling, the weight of her double standards pressing down on her chest. Every time she tried to push the thoughts away, they returned stronger, tangled with guilt and confusion.

Her phone buzzed softly on the bedside table. She picked it up, the screen’s glow illuminating her face in the dark.
Tharun: [Photo: The fluffy teddy bear from the mall, tucked tenderly under a blanket on his bed, looking peacefully asleep]

Tharun: Until you come back to me, this little guy will be my companion. I’ll take good care of him. Sweet dreams, beautiful.
A small, genuine smile broke across Nikitha’s face despite everything. Warmth bloomed in her chest, chasing away some of the chill. She typed back quickly.

Nikitha: He looks peaceful. THANK YOU, Tharun. That made me smile.

Tharun: Good. But that full-caps “THANK YOU” feels a little heavy, darling. What’s bugging you? 

Nikitha: Nothing Tharun.. Good night 

Tharun: I know... something is troubling you.. You can tell me anything. I’m right here.

Nikitha stared at the message for a long moment, her thumb hovering. The fact that he could read her so easily, even through text, sent a rush of relief at a same time fear through her.

Before she could respond, another message appeared.

Tharun: It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it tonight. I’ll wait. No pressure.
His patience wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She felt seen. Safe. She decided to open up, at least a little.

Nikitha: Tharun, i trust you, i want to share with you but.. It’s complicated… I don’t know how to say it.
Tharun: Oh, it means you want to share something so that it will ease your pain or doubt. .but you are not ready yet right?

Nikitha: hmmm
Tharun:  Then, Give me just the surface, then. So I know whether to wait till tomorrow or help you out of the storm tonight.


That's it, that all she need, she need to share it with someone so she could have a peaceful sleep, a guide of what she should do.. She took a deep breath and told him—without names, without full details.

Nikitha: Tharun… I feel i'm already too attached to my husband even though I want to break away. Certain things pull me back. They make me feel like a hypocrite.

Tharun: Oh, sweetheart… It’s not an issue. It just shows how sincere you’ve been all these years. If you felt nothing at all, that would mean the relationship was always empty, even at your side... Its just shows you were sincere all along.. its easy and Natural. 

Tharun: It’s late now. Try to sleep. We’ll talk more tomorrow.

Nikitha: Hmmmm… Still confusing why I’m like this.

Tharun: Trust me, it’s natural. Especially in this phase. Whatever you feel right now comes straight from your heart. You’re not wrong. You’re human, and you’re beautiful for it. ? Sleep tight, my love. Dream of better days.

Nikitha: You always know what to say… Thank you.
Tharun: [Photo: The teddy bear now sitting up, holding a tiny handwritten note in its paws — “Sleep, beauty. Get some energy to spend time with your new boyfriend Tharun ?”]

Nikitha smiled softly, a warm flutter spreading through her chest. She whispered a good night into the dark, clutching the phone to her heart.

The next morning, Jay quietly announced he was feeling better and would return to the office the next day. Nikitha helped him with breakfast, the air between them heavy but calmer than before. She moved around him with practiced care, yet her thoughts kept drifting to Tharun’s messages, to the way his words had soothed the storm inside her.


At the office, piles of pending work awaited her. She avoided Sharmi and for most time she tagged along Tharun at his cabin. Tharun helped quietly in his cabin, reviewing files and offering thoughtful inputs. His presence was steady, never pushing, always supportive. Their eyes met often—lingering, warm, full of unspoken promises. In the evening, they slipped out early for some much-needed “me time.”


They chose a quiet rooftop restaurant overlooking Bangalore. The city lights sparkled below like a sea of stars, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of night jasmine. Soft music played in the background as they sat across from each other, the candlelight dancing in Tharun’s eyes.

“What’s really bugging you, Nikki?” he asked softly, his voice like velvet. He reached across the table and caught her hand, his thumb stroking slow, soothing circles over her knuckles. The touch sent a shiver up her arm. Looks like, Last night’s messages weren’t enough. I could see a worry in your eyes.. Open up to me, Nikki. I’m here.”

Nikitha hesitated, then poured it out—carefully omitting names. The jealousy. The guilt. The hypocrisy of wanting freedom while still feeling possessive.

Tharun listened without interrupting, his gaze steady and full of tenderness. When she finished, he holded her hand tight and said...

“It’s not hypocrisy,” he said calmly, his breath brushing her skin. “It’s natural. You’ve given years of loyalty. That kind of possessiveness doesn’t vanish overnight, even when the relationship is dying. It doesn’t mean you still love him the same way. It just means you’re human… and you have a huge, beautiful heart.”

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, then leaned closer, his voice dropping. “And that woman… she’s just a friend or kind of an ongoing affair?”

Nikitha quickly dismissed in a panic, like almost defeding her husband. No No. She is just a common friend came out of nowhere, He was sick and She just helped.”


Tharun chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, sending heat pooling low in her belly. “Shit, you’re jealous and possessive… Now I’m the one who’s jealous of your husband. He didn’t even take care of you properly, yet he still manages to stir this fire in you.” His eyes darkened with playful heat as he tugged her closer across the table. “Man, he pulled off quite the trick.”

“Are you ridiculing me or praising him?” she asked, half-laughing, half-breathless from the intensity in his gaze.


Tharun chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate, carrying a hint of genuine envy that made Nikitha’s pulse quicken. His eyes darkened with a mix of playfulness and raw desire as he leaned closer across the table.

“No, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice like warm velvet brushing over her skin. “I’m not ridiculing you. I’m just jealous… deeply jealous that he still gets to hold even a piece of your love after everything.”

“See, Nikki… you yourself said there was no affair. That woman just took care of him while he was sick. It’s almost exactly like how you took care of Jay this week, tirelessly, selflessly.” His gaze held hers, intense and unwavering. “So basically, you’re just feeling jealous. And that’s completely natural.”

He smiled, a slow, charming curve of his lips that made heat pool low in her belly. “Imagine if Jay’s wife had seen you caring for him the way you did—feeding him, staying by his side, touching him with that gentle concern. She might have felt the exact same sting of jealousy. But its not you love Jay or Jay loved you. 


We never know what's the issue between Jay and his wife, Just like your husband, his wife is too aboard and he is hooking up with Anjali..  But we presume they might be facing same relationship issue. However, She might have felt the exact same sting of jealousy seeing you too. Would that mean she still loved him madly? Or would it just be human emotion?”

Tharun shifted closer, his free hand sliding under the table to rest warmly on her thigh just to comfort her. 

“Maybe this is one of his tricks, sweetheart. Stirring up your jealousy on purpose so he can frame it as lingering love. Now he might expect you to drop everything, fly abroad, and play the devoted wife again, taking care of him just like before.” His voice dropped lower, husky with emotion. “But care and jealousy… they’re so often misconstrued as love, especially after years together. They feel heavy, familiar. But real love? It should feel light. Free. It should set your soul on fire.”

He squeezed her hand, his eyes softening with deep affection. “Look at me—I could still take care of Mithra if she fell ill tomorrow. I’d be there in a heartbeat, make her soup, sit by her bed. But that’s care. It’s not love. Not anymore.”

His fingers on her thigh slipped a little higher, warm and reassuring, grounding her even as desire flickered between them. “And what you did for Jay? That was care too, Nikki. Pure, beautiful care. Jay is someone who is unrelated to you.. Exactly a third person in your story now, and the fact that you still showed him such kindness? It only proves what a pure, golden heart you have. You give so selflessly…to anyone but that doesn’t mean you’re in love with him.”

Nikitha stared into his eyes, the words sinking deep, unraveling the knots in her chest. Tharun’s gaze was full of patience, hunger, and unwavering devotion. He brought her hand to his chest so she could feel the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath her palm.

“Real love feels like this,” he whispered, voice thick with promise. “It feels like my heart racing every time you smile. Like wanting to steal every moment with you, touch you, make you laugh

He leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched, his breath warm against her lips. “Throw all those doubts away, my love. Be clear about what you want. Don’t let him play with your feelings anymore. I want you—all of you. I want to marry you one day. But I won’t rush. I’ll guide you, support you, wait for you, and show you every single day what true love feels like… with my hands, my words, my body, and my soul.”

His fingers gave her thigh one last gentle, heated squeeze before he pulled back slightly, still holding her hand. “Until your head clears completely, let me be your good friend… your very close, very attentive friend.”

A soft, breathless giggle escaped Nikitha’s lips as their fingers remained locked together. The weight on her heart lifted, replaced by a fluttering warmth that spread through her entire body. In Tharun’s eyes, she saw safety, passion, and a future that finally felt exciting instead of heavy.

Tharun watched her closely as she processed his words, her eyes distant, still tangled in doubts. While she was still lost in thought, he leaned in, his voice dropping to a bold, husky whisper.

“See, Nikki… there is one thing which can ease everything. One thing that can erase all these heavy thoughts, even if just for a little while.”
Her eyes lifted to meet his, wide and searching. “What?” she breathed. “I need that now.”
Without hesitation, Tharun cupped her face gently with both hands and kissed her. It was quick at first — soft, warm lips pressing tenderly against hers, a spark that made her heart leap. He pulled back just enough to gauge her reaction, his breath mingling with hers.
Nikitha blinked, her cheeks flushing. “Tharun… we promised not to urge sexual desires. We wanted to get to know each other first, right?”
He smiled, slow and reassuring, his thumbs brushing her cheeks with infinite tenderness. “This is not sex, baby. This isn’t lust. This is my way of telling you — emotionally, physically — that I’m here. That I’m yours. A kiss can say what words sometimes can’t.”
Before she could fully process, he pulled her closer across the intimate corner of the rooftop. His mouth claimed hers again, deeper this time. The kiss was slow, passionate, and full of longing — lips parting, tongues meeting in a warm, sensual dance. Ten full minutes melted away in that quiet, shadowed corner where the city lights couldn’t reach them. His hands slid to her waist, holding her securely as the world faded. The kiss grew heated yet loving — soft bites on her lower lip, gentle sucks, the taste of him filling her senses. Nikitha felt herself melting into him, her body responding with a rush of warmth and desire.

For a moment, she was happy. Genuinely happy. Their bond was growing so naturally — built on care, understanding, and this electric pull. But midway through the kiss, his earlier words echoed in her mind: “my way of telling I’m your love…” It sounded too familiar. Jay had said something almost exactly like that once, but it was in broken words, it reminded of her sex with Jay, every nights.. What if Jay sex with her was his way of love? did i mis read it, the thoughts disturbed her.

She pulled back suddenly, breathing hard. Tharun’s saliva glistened on her swollen lips and tongue. “I’m sorry… I can’t do this,” she whispered, voice trembling.
Tharun didn’t let her go far. He wrapped his arms around her in a warm, protective hug, pulling her against his chest. His heartbeat was steady and strong beneath her cheek.


“I know what you might be thinking,” he murmured softly into her hair, his hand gently stroking her back. “It will take time, Nikki. Trust me — my kisses are going to be medicine for your pain. They’ll be the path that leads you to real love. This isn’t lust. This is love. Pure, patient, and real.”

She stayed silent for a long moment, nestled in his embrace, before finally whispering, “I’m sorry…”

As she shifted slightly in his arms, she realized her dress had ridden up a little during their passionate kiss, the neckline dipping lower and revealing more of her soft, inviting cleavage. Tharun’s eyes flicked down for a brief second, a warm, appreciative smile curving his lips. Nikitha noticed and immediately grew shy, her cheeks burning as she adjusted her dress with flustered fingers.

“You’re beautiful,” he said gently, no pressure in his voice, only affection. “Let me drop you near your house. Next street is fine.”

The drive was quiet. Tharun gave her the space she needed, one hand resting lightly on hers whenever he could, offering silent comfort. When he finally stopped the car a safe distance from her home, he turned to her, eyes full of sincerity.

“Just keep one thing in mind, my love. Don’t misread anything for love — love has to be felt. And the way you didn’t stop kissing me back there… that was love I felt. Deeply.”

Nikitha looked at him, still confused, her heart torn between the warmth he offered and the doubts swirling inside. She managed a small, uncertain smile before stepping out of the car and walking toward her house, the night air cool against her flushed skin. But while she walk, The memories of her kiss with Tharun had only created more questions. What if Jay’s touch, his desire, had also been his way of showing love?

The words kept repeating in her head as she reached the house, She stood at the door for a long time, lost in guilt and doubt, not even reaching for her key. She stood still lost in thoughts for almost 8 Mins. 


Suddenly, the door opened.


Jay stood there, looking surprised. “Why are you standing here for so long? Couldn’t you open the door?”

Nikitha blinked. “I didn’t ring the bell… I didn’t make any noise. How did you know I was here?”

Jay smiled faintly. “Your slippers. I know their sound. Out of every noise in the world, I can recognize yours. I heard them five minutes ago but didn’t see you come in, so I came to check.”

The simple answer stunned her. He even knows the sound of my footsteps?

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Chapter 52: Tangled Hearts


Nikitha stepped inside the house in a daze, the echo of Jay’s words still ringing in her ears. Your slippers. I know their sound. She couldn’t believe how something so simple had shaken her so deeply. Tharun’s passionate kiss still burned on her lips — the heat of his mouth, the way his hands had gripped her waist, the intoxicating taste of him that made her feel alive and desired. Yet Jay’s quiet revelation pulled at her with a different kind of force. Years of togetherness wrapped in one familiar sound.

She felt stuck. Torn. Two men, two completely different kinds of pull — one fiery and new, the other deep and familiar. The taste of Tharun’s saliva still lingered faintly on her tongue, while Jay’s knowing eyes followed her every movement. Her heart stumbled between them, confused and overwhelmed.

Without a word, she slipped into the bedroom, changed into a soft, silky nighty that clung gently to her curves, and moved to the kitchen. The familiar rhythm of preparing dinner gave her something to hold onto. She cooked in silence, her mind replaying both scenes — Tharun’s heated kiss in the shadowed corner and Jay standing at the door, listening for her footsteps like a man who still carried her in his bones.

They sat down to dinner. The air between them was thick with unspoken things.

Jay took a bite, then looked at her with quiet gratitude. “Thanks for caring for me these past days, Nikki. You know… the way you looked after me when I was sick? That’s exactly what love looks like. The kind you’re trying so hard to deny right now.”

Nikitha’s fork paused mid-air. Tharun’s words echoed instantly in her mind — Care and jealousy are often mistaken for love. She set her jaw.

“You’re mistaken, Jay,” she said calmly, though her voice trembled slightly. “I would have done the same for anyone who was ill. Don’t misunderstand my care for love.”

Jay looked at her for a long second, his eyes searching hers. A faint, sad smile touched his lips. “Looks like you’ve already decided to move on. No matter what I say, you have an answer ready.” He reached across the table and lightly brushed his fingers over the back of her hand. The touch was gentle, familiar — the kind that once felt like home. “I was just trying to prove that you still love me… and that I love you too. We share real memories, Nikki. You can’t stay in denial forever.”

Nikitha pulled her hand back slowly, her skin tingling despite herself. “I’m not angry at you, Jay. I’m just following my heart to find the love I need. I have no intention of hurting you.”

Jay leaned back, studying her. “Fine. I don’t care how far you drift away from me. I still believe we have these five months to truly see things. So far, I’ve proved my point. You said we don’t share memories anymore, but this viral fever brought so many back. You remembered how I took care of you in the past. You took care of me now. That look in your eyes when I mentioned your footsteps… it told me everything. You didn’t even realize how deeply I love you.”

Nikitha’s chest tightened. She remembered the stunned feeling at the door, the unexpected warmth that had flooded her. But she shook her head. “Don’t fool yourself, Jay. Footsteps? That’s just habit after years of living together. Close proximity. Nothing more. Care is not love. Memories can be misleading.”

Jay’s gaze softened, but there was a spark of determination in it. “You’re running away from the truth. 

Things only get fixed when we talk properly.”

“I already know the truth,” she replied, standing up abruptly and moving to the sink to wash her hands. The cool water did little to calm the heat rising in her body — a confusing mix of guilt, lingering desire from Tharun’s kiss, and this strange pull toward the man behind her.

Jay followed her, stopping just a step away. “You’re blinded by anger, disappointment, and whatever new excitement you’ve found. 

Don’t let it blow away what’s real between us. Stop now, before it’s too late.”

Nikitha turned sharply, her nighty shifting against her body, the silky fabric outlining her breasts and hips. “Stop trying to push me into the narrative you want, Jay.”

“Where’s the narrative?” he asked, voice low and intense. “I’m just reading what’s happening around us.”

Their eyes locked. The kitchen felt smaller, warmer. For a moment, the old chemistry crackled — the kind built over years of shared nights, touches, and intimacy. Jay’s gaze dropped briefly to the way her nighty had slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin still flushed from earlier emotions.

Nikitha noticed and adjusted it quickly, cheeks burning. “Even if you bring up memories, Jay, I don’t think they’ll be enough to prove anything now. The dynamics have changed.”

Jay stepped closer, not touching her, but close enough that she could feel his warmth. “Okay. If that’s what you believe, then fine. I feel even more challenged now. I will create new moments. I’ll prove we loved each other — that we still have something real. I’ll remind you of every beautiful memory we share.”

Nikitha met his gaze, heart pounding. “And I’ll prove how none of those memories make sense anymore. They won’t change the current reality.”

A charged silence fell between them. Then, almost at the same time, they spoke:
“Challenge accepted.”

The words hung in the air like a spark. Jay’s eyes darkened with quiet resolve and something deeper — longing, perhaps. Nikitha felt a strange flutter in her stomach, a mix of defiance and old affection. She turned away first and headed to the bedroom, leaving Jay standing in the kitchen.

She hit the bed, pulling the covers over herself, but sleep refused to come. Her phone lay beside her. A part of her wanted Tharun’s soothing words, his bold kisses, the way he made her feel new and desired. Another part kept replaying Jay’s voice saying he knew the sound of her footsteps — small, intimate proof of years spent loving her in silence.

She lay there, caught between fire and familiarity, her body still humming from Tharun’s touch and her heart unsettled by Jay’s quiet claim. The challenge had been set. And for the first time, Nikitha wasn’t sure whose side she truly wanted to win

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Chapter 53: Tharun's move and Sharmi's doubt.

The night felt endless.

Tharuns late night message was her companion. 

Nikitha lay in bed beside Jay, the room dark except for the faint glow of her phone screen. Tharun’s last message still glowed softly:

Tharun: Sweet dreams, my favorite complication. I’ll wait as long as you need… but I won’t pretend I don’t have any intentions to root you for marriage, I will try to kiss you more and drag to my zone.... ?

Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard. She almost typed back — something vulnerable, something honest, something that admitted how much his words had eased the storm inside her. But she stopped midway, deleted the half-written sentence, and simply replied:

Nikitha: Good night, Tharun.

She put the phone down, staring at the ceiling. Jay’s steady breathing beside her felt both comforting and suffocating. The memory of Tharun’s passionate kiss on the rooftop still lingered on her lips — warm, hungry, full of promise. Yet Jay’s quiet words about knowing the sound of her footsteps kept echoing in her mind. Two men. Two completely different pulls. She felt stuck in the middle, stumbling between fire and familiarity.
Sleep came slowly, restless and fragmented.

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The next morning, Jay got ready for the office. He still looked weak, his movements slower than usual, but he insisted to himself that he could manage. Nikitha helped him with breakfast, the air between them heavy but calmer. She was about to book a cab for herself to stay away from him but when she glanced at him again — the slight fever still clinging to his skin, the way he leaned on the table for support.

Her heart wouldn’t let her leave him alone.

“Give me the keys,” she said softly. “I’ll drive.”

Jay looked surprised but didn’t argue. They ate in relative silence, then got ready. Nikitha chose a simple yet elegant deep white kurti. Jay sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window as she drove.

When they reached the office, Sharmi was waiting near the entrance. She walked over quickly, her expression a mix of relief and urgency.

“You brought Jay with you?” Sharmi asked, glancing at him. “Good. We have the first batch moved, but the next set of modules needs your expertise badly. I won’t leave you today — you need to help us.”

Nikitha felt a small discomfort twist in her chest, but she stayed quiet. 
Sharmi extended her hand to Jay with a warm smile.

“Thanks for coming in despite being unwell.”

As they spoke, a familiar hand lightly brushed Nikitha’s lower back — a brief, warm touch that sent a subtle shiver up her spine. It was Tharun.
“We have a lot of work today,” he said calmly, his voice low enough for only her to hear. “You need to fix your proposals and visit me. Come to the new cabin — the one our VP previously used. That’s mine from today. We may need to work there together.”


He gave her a small, knowing smile and walked away.

Jay noticed the proximity immediately. His jaw tightened. The casual touch, the way Tharun spoke to her — it all screamed growing intimacy. His heart ached with a sharp, helpless pain. Not just a kiss anymore. They might have already accelerated far beyond what he wanted to imagine. His mind raced, desperate to figure out how to stop this.

But reality grounded him. He remembered their conversation the previous night. If he attempted anything forceful now, she would only drift further away. He felt like he was running out of time. He couldn’t just stand there and watch another man romance — or worse, make love to — his wife.

Helpless, he moved toward his floor, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on his shoulders.



The morning dragged on in the office like a slow, suffocating fog.

For almost an hour, the team was buried in work — keyboards clicking, voices murmuring over calls, screens glowing with spreadsheets and proposals. But Jay sat at his desk like a ghost. His body was still weak from the fever, but it was his mind that refused to settle. With Nikitha and Tharun now on a different floor, he couldn’t see them. The absence gnawed at him. 

The new fear that she might be crossing lines with Tharun — laughing with him, touching him, letting him get closer — kept replaying in his head like a cruel loop. His hands trembled slightly on the mouse. He tried to focus on the code, but every few minutes his thoughts drifted back to her.

Sharmi, sitting a few desks away, noticed immediately. She had known Jay long enough to see when something deeper than illness was troubling him. Without a word, she picked up her laptop and moved to the chair beside him.

“Jay sir,” she said casually, sliding into work mode, “I have some doubts on this module. 
The client wants changes in the backend logic. Can you walk me through it?”

Jay blinked, pulled out of his spiral. Sharmi didn’t push for personal talk. She knew no one would open up easily about their troubles especially to strangers or new friend like her. Instead, she kept it professional, asking solid questions, learning from him, pulling him into the rhythm of work. Her calm, focused presence slowly dragged him back from the edge. For the next hour, they worked side by side, discussing code, deadlines, and optimizations. It saved him from sinking deeper into turmoil. Its a thoughtful behavior from her, pulling Jay from thoughts at the same time, his involvement made the work progress productive. 



Meanwhile, on the upper floor, Nikitha had finished preparing her proposal. She picked up the file, took a deep breath, and walked toward Tharun’s new cabin — the one previously used by the VP. It was larger, more luxurious, almost like a mini office suite.

When she entered, she paused, surprised. The space looked transformed — sleek furniture, a small attached balcony, even a private washroom visible through an open door. It felt less like a cabin and more like a personal suite.

She placed the file on the table and folded her hands, smiling faintly. “You look like the new VP of this company. See how the company gifted you this?”

Tharun laughed, leaning back in his chair. “They did go overboard. Come, sit. In 30 minutes we need to finalize this proposal. We’ll have our time after that.”

For the next hour, they worked intensely — detailed briefing, reviewing numbers, refining points. Tharun was focused, professional, but his eyes kept drifting to her with quiet hunger. When they finally pressed “send” on the proposal, he stood up.

While they had been speaking, he walked to the door and locked it with a soft click.

Nikitha’s eyes widened. “Tharun… it’s an office place. We should be careful about everything. And we just started—”


He didn’t listen. He came near her, his presence commanding. Her heart beat heavily as he suddenly lifted her in his arms, carrying her effortlessly. Nikitha jolted. “Tharun, it’s office—”


He smiled, a playful glint in his eyes. “I just want to show you how my mini villa looks.” He joked about the new cabin, which had a bedroom attached, a balcony, and a washroom — almost like a small home away from home. He carried her into the bedroom area and gently laid her on the bed.



Nikki: What happen to you Tharun, what got into you?

Tharun: Im just making sure that i won you over, keeping you in my zone.. Teasing you to choose me.. He laughs.. and continued

“I’m just wishing we will have late-night works where we can sleep here, together without clothes like a husband and wife...” he murmured, his voice low.

Nikitha beat his chest lightly, half-protesting, half-laughing. Their eyes locked. The air between them thickened.

We are just friends, Im yet to make a decision, remember Tharun.. Nikitha slightly warned him of what he was trying with her. 

He looked at her and said, i know.. but the same me know you had been troubled off late, and i said i would stay thick and thin with you.. The talks are just to distract you from worries, thoughts and also a gentle tease of how our chemistry going to be. 

Nikki looked at him with heavy breathing.. 

“I just need a kiss,” he whispered. “A kiss to ease me. A kiss to make you forget everything. Remember my Kiss will be your medicine... plus  I know you are drifting towards me already.”

“How do you say?” she asked, breathless.

He smiled. “Just… I know. I have



Nikitha’s eyes softened. “You should wait for some time.”

He lowered her fully onto the bed, coming on top of her. “Enough of this drama, Nikki. We know each other now. We will speak more, get to know each other more. We know we are about to be a pair soon. The wait, the long game… it won’t work out. Let’s live for ourselves.”

He sealed her lips with a deep, hungry kiss before she could process. It was passionate, demanding — his tongue exploring hers, his body pressing down with controlled desire. She could feel his hardness against her stomach through his pants. They parted after a long, sensual five-minute kiss, both breathing heavily.

“Tell me what you think,” he said, forehead resting against hers. “I will speak with Mithra. We shall begin our relationship for real.”
Nikitha looked into his eyes, her own filled with hesitation. 


She finally whispered, “No… no, Tharun, I cannot. Give me some time. I need proper closure, but.......

Tharun began from where she left ... like you heart is not ready yet.”

Nikki was surprised.. 

Tharun smiled and said, see i got you.. 

Nikki said im sorry im in guilt , i could not move to either side, feel like keeping both of you in oscillation. 

Tharun smiled slightly, understanding. “It’s okay, darling. You need not feel guilt. As I said earlier, I would wait as a friend. I’m glad you allow me so close — with kisses, hugs. It’s enough for me now. It just show you already choose me.. 

But I have only one wish: the day you decide to come to me verbally declare you are mine.. I want you to invite me for sex before marriage...”

Nikitha’s eyes widened. She smiled, a mix of surprise and shyness. “Why? what is it some kind of fantasy to your or way of love?”

Tharun said softly, “No. For years I was denied this physical closeness. If you could give me that before we marry, it would be special for me. I think that way, like sex is a token of love. once we done that i wont leave you.. for anycost.”

Nikitha didn’t say anything. She just looked into his eyes. They carried true pain and longing. For a second, she lost herself in them. He leaned in for a second, softer kiss. She could feel his hardness pressing against her again. They parted, breathing heavy.

“Do you still think you have not left your thoughts with your husband?” he asked. “I’m trying to prove you moved on, and I want you to embrace me. You liked my embrace, my hug, my kiss. You didn’t tell anything against my wish to make love to you before we marry. It only says you have moved on. You carry no baggage. its just you are still in denial. Im okay with that, i would wait.”


His face was so close to hers. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy. Tharun said, see how "hot" our breath is.  The word “hot” shook her. She could not deny the thoughts of how Jay’s body felt that morning — feverish, warm like shouting for a need for help.. 

She gently pushed him away, the movement soft but firm.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry. 

Tharun asked what happend? did i do any mistake?

Nikik: No, Lunch time… we should go out.”

She didnt wait... 
She breathed heavily as she stood up and walked out. 

The time was 12:50 PM. Ten more minutes left.



Her legs carried her straight to the floor where Jay worked. She saw Jay and Sharmi working on something. She was friends with Sharmi, so meeting her was not unusual. She worried for Jay. She wanted to know if he was still running a fever.

She decided to test it. She didn’t want Jay to mistake her care for love. She walked casually toward Sharmi, stopping near her and Jay. “Can we go for lunch?” she asked, she moved a bit and pretending to lose balance slightly she faked a fall like scenario and  To steady herself, her hand grabbed the back of Jay’s neck for support. She rested it there for more than a second, feeling the heat.

The temperature was still high. She knew immediately — Jay needed to visit the doctor again.

Sharmi rescued her, grabbing her arm. “Careful, Nikki! Yeah, let’s go to lunch, but I have some work left.”
Sharmi continued anyway ... let me do it after lunch she smiled and took her lunch box.

After 5 minutes, Both reached the pantry.

“How’s the work?” Nikki began.

“All good. But Jay is unwell and his mind is not at rest. He is constantly thinking about something.”
May be becaus he is unwell or thinking about his wife at distant.. feel bad for him.. Sharmi said. 

Nikki felt a pain.. she then said, “While I caught his neck for support, it burned like hot. 
He is your superior and head of your team, right? Take him to the hospital.”

Sharmi looked at her for a moment. She figured out something looked unusual here. 

Nikki said, “I don’t want people to think there’s a link with me. from what you told last time, i fear if i take him to hospital people here would badmouth about me in back. I'm actually worried for his wife.  His wife would be worrying for him. You just take him to the hospital after lunch.”

Sharmi felt everything was very odd right from the start. She deeply thought: Nikki still has thoughts of Jay even after she began an affair with Tharun. She had already ruled out Tharun and Nikki being in a full affair. Why is she like this, she is cheating on her husband already with Tharun, now she want Jay too? the way she stayed at Jay home like her own home.. she dont want to beleive her friend is too low to intrude into life of many men.. 

She could not contain her doubt, she asked openly. 

Sharmi: Nikki do you hide something from me? why do you care so much of Jay, when you have Tharun? 

Will Nikki clarify herself to Sharmi? will Sharmi know the turths? 

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Chapter 54: Sharmi's Suspicion

The question from Sharmi hung in the air like smoke — thick, suffocating, and impossible to ignore.


Nikitha could not face it. It felt beyond disgusting. But the reality was undeniable: she was exactly leaving that impression on everyone. She and Jay had purposely hidden their marital status for years. For a long time, the office believed Nikitha was trying to get into an affair with Jay. Jay had publicly shown disinterest, which only fueled the rumors. Now, with Anjali gone, Jay looked alone and vulnerable. And Nikitha’s recent little acts of care made Sharmi think she was trying for both Jay and Tharun while her “husband” was away.

The realization made her feel sick. Her image was being tarnished — painted as a woman juggling two men. She couldn’t explain anything without letting their deepest secret out. Deep down, she still felt indebted to Jay. She wanted to protect their secret until the loan was cleared. Revealing it now would destroy everything they had built.

She forced a calm, almost defensive smile. “Nothing special. I just felt bad. Like you think I eyed him once… if you feel bad about me for that, I can’t help it. I don’t oscillate. I’m just feeling bad like any co-human would. I’m staying in the same building and his wife is my friend. That’s it.”
Sharmi looked at her for a long moment. Something still looked odd in her eyes — a flicker of doubt, curiosity, and mild suspicion. She decided not to push further right then.

“I’ll take him to the hospital maybe later, as you said,” Sharmi replied. “He is important for my team and a good guide.”

Nikitha continued, trying to sound casual. “Please don’t let Jay know about this. I don’t want him to misunderstand. He is not with Anjali now, and I’m alone in his house. I don’t want something else to happen or be misread.”

Sharmi gave a confused yet assuring nod. “No issues.”

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Post-lunch, Nikitha didn’t go to Tharun’s cabin. She stayed at her desk, working on pending proposals. From the corner of her eye, she saw Sharmi compelling Jay to go with her to the hospital in her car. She watched everything — the way Sharmi helped him into the passenger seat, the casual concern on her face. Jay informed Sharmi that his car was with Nikitha. Nikitha had already told him she would take him to the hospital in her car and come back after work.

By 7 PM, Nikitha returned home. 
As she approached the villa, she realized the car parked at a distance was Sharmi’s — and she was still inside.

She couldn’t believe it. Shouldn’t she have dropped him and left? Why is she taking such liberty?
She didn’t delay. She entered through the main door.

Sharmi welcomed her with a warm smile. “Nikki, you’re back.”

Nikitha asked coldly, trying to mask her irritation, “You didn’t leave yet? What will his wife think?” 
She subtly pushed the conversation away from Jay without him noticing.

Sharmi replied innocently, “Why are you getting tense, Nikki? Cool down. 
Jay is my senior and now a friend. His wife will understand. 

See, there are tablets — tell his wife he needs real care…if possible ask her to return from wherever she is, Jay need real care.. else someone will fill the space like Anjali did.”

She left after giving a sound voice, audible to Jay... “Jay, kanji is ready. Have it yourself.” She walked out, leaving the house.

Nikitha closed the door after seeing Sharmi’s car leave. 

for a moment Nikitha thought, she had chased Sharmi away.. but what she really doesn't know is Sharmi had smelled something that she should not have. 


10 Km's away 

Sharmi, while driving away, looked serious. 
her mind kept repeating same words... 
What is the game you all are playing? Nikki? Jay? What is this drama for?


Sharmi recalled the evening episode. When she took Jay back from the hospital, the doctor had given him an injection. She helped him reach his bed and even helped him with some light cooking. She could not believe how could a women a wife could not address her husband need and stay distant for long.. how she shamelessly ask Nikitha to take care of Jay, letting another women to take care of her husband, what kind of women she is .. the thought kept bugging her, she was eager to see the face of Jay wife.. the place seemed to be neat and clean yet, more femine feel like a women constantly stay here.  she had looked around the walls for picture of his wife but there were no photos of Jay with his wife. Not a single one. It looked strange. Is he really married? Not even one photo?

In the guise of helping and cleaning, she had tried scanning the house. She waited for the right moment. The entire hall didnt give any clue. May be in bed room she thought... she got a quick plan. She put the TV volume on high and entered Jay bedroom and she said, she would change bedsheet... clean bed so he would feel fresh.. Jay got up and marched towards hall, he sat at sofa and watch tv for a few minutes so she could “clean the house.”

When Jay moved to the hall, she quickly scanned the bedroom for intimate things or some documents like photos or any id cards .. nothing even Jay's was not around..  The wardrobe looked locked. 

Even opening it might cause noise. She quickly arranged his bed and searched for anything personal.

That was when she noticed it — a saree at the laundry box in the corner. A familiar peach-colored saree with a distinctive floral border and design. It was the only women’s clothing outside the wardrobe. She realized it was Nikitha’s.

The scene gave her a shock.. she expected to see any name or photo of his wife but only a saree? that too Nikitha's

a dozens of questions popped up for her...
Are they in an affair? 
Did the two purposefully hide it? Or maybe they are actually a couple and not strangers?
If that’s the case, why didn’t she create a noise when Anjali was in a loud affair with him?

Sharmi could not come to a clear conclusion. But the curiosity of knowing about the two had alarmingly increased inside her. She knew she wouldn’t get an answer if she asked straight. She decided to investigate and know about them secretly.

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Chapter 55: Sharmi’s Plan and Anjali’s Re-Entry 


Without knowing the storm awaiting them, Nikitha decided to stay away from Jay — slowly, deliberately. She decided to reduce speaking with him at home, answering only in short, necessary words. At the same time, she decided to divert herself and her attention to Tharun.. She planned increasing text to Tharun throughout the day — small messages, good morning notes, sharing random thoughts.

However, she also decided to subtly help Jay by driving him to the office every morning. She knew he was still weak from the fever, and she couldn’t bring herself to leave him completely alone.

It felt like a silent rebellion, a way to distance herself emotionally while still fulfilling her duties. 
But this has become a new routine for everyone for almost a week. 

The days blurred into a carefully orchestrated dance of distance and desire. At home, conversations became minimal, reduced to short, functional exchanges.
“Food is on the table.”
“Keys are on the hook.”
“I’m going to bed.”

Jay noticed it every time. His eyes followed her with quiet sadness, but he didn’t push, he was recovering and he was saving up his energy.. The silence in their once-cozy home grew heavier with every passing evening.

Every morning, she still drove him to the office. The car rides were thick with unspoken tension. The radio played softly in the background as Bangalore traffic crawled around them. Sometimes Jay would glance at her profile, his hand twitching as if wanting to reach for hers on the gear shift. Nikitha kept her eyes fixed on the road, knuckles tight on the steering wheel, her heart beating a guilty rhythm. 

One morning, when his hand accidentally brushed hers while adjusting the AC, a spark of old familiarity shot through her.
She pulled away quickly, pretending it was nothing.

Meanwhile, her phone had become a secret gateway to Tharun. From the moment she woke up, their texts flowed freely — good morning messages with heart emojis, random photos of her coffee or the sunrise, silly memes that made her smile in the middle of the day. Tharun’s replies were always warm, playful, and charged with affection.

Tharun: Missing those lips already. Can’t wait for our “project meeting” today ?
Nikitha: Behave. We have actual work too.
Tharun: Work first. Then dessert.

The office had transformed into their private sanctuary. Thanks to a high-stakes new project with tight deadlines, they spent long hours locked inside Tharun’s luxurious cabin. The soundproof walls and locked door gave them freedom.

What started as quick kisses during lunch breaks soon became a full-blown “kiss marathon.” Every noon, after finalizing reports, Tharun would pull her onto his lap in the ergonomic chair, his hands sliding possessively around her waist. Their kisses were deep, hungry, and increasingly bold. He’d suck gently on her lower lip, then trail kisses down her neck, making her shiver and bite back soft moans. In the evenings, when the floor emptied, he’d press her against the glass balcony door overlooking the glittering city, one hand tangled in her hair, the other resting dangerously high on her thigh.

Though Nikitha’s body responded eagerly even her mind didn't stop her from knowing about what Jay did in the noon or at his place. She got to know Jay’s move from Sharmi, through indirect talks with Sharmi. Nikitha started lying that Jay’s wife kept pressuring me. She wanted to know if he had medicines or better foods. I'm sorry for asking you too much, Nikitha told her. Sharmi played along but she was observing every word, registering and doing her own math to fit a believable narrative of her own to trace the truth. But to her, it was not enough, every word of Nikitha seemed to be a lie. She wanted to know more and only Jay could help. 

Sharmi, ever observant, had quietly stepped up her friendship with Jay. 
She joined him for coffee breaks, asked about his health, and shared light office gossip to keep his spirits up. 

Sharmi, kind-hearted, brought homemade soup for Jay one day and even accompanied him to a follow-up doctor visit, just to get closer with Jay and to feed her curiosity to know him and Nikitha better.

While On the surface, everything ran smoothly for Nikitha, she seemed to have fun with her new love and balance her emotions and guilt with Jay..  
But it was not easy… inside, Nikitha was crumbling.

Nights were the hardest. Guilt settled over her like a heavy blanket. She developed a strange sleeping sickness — lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling while Jay breathed steadily beside her. Most nights she turned her back to him, curling into herself, pretending to be asleep. Her mind replayed everything she was doing to make both men look cruel for her. She wanted happiness and she seemed to get it but Jay’s words dangerously looked possible “ you may end up hurting many hearts”  

This delicate, dangerous pattern continued for an entire week. Stolen kisses in the office that left her lips swollen and her body humming. Silent car rides filled with tension. Short, cold exchanges at home. Sharmi unknowingly becomes the bridge between Nikitha’s duty and her desire. She knew she was doing the wrong thing, but didn't have the clarity to choose one among them. Even if her heart says she is going to Tharun.. She didn't get any mental strength to accept that decision and leave Jay. She crumbled inside. All she hoped for was one clear direction.. She wanted everyone to be happy. But in the end she kept getting hurt. 

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One Friday afternoon, the office buzzed with the usual pre-weekend energy. Most employees were wrapping up tasks and chatting about weekend plans, but Sharmi sat quietly at her desk, her sharp mind working overtime.

After weeks of subtle observations, casual conversations with Jay, and watching Nikitha’s strange behavior, Sharmi had almost zeroed in on the truth. The pieces finally clicked: Nikitha was Jay’s wife. Their awkward silences in the car, the way Nikitha still checked on him under the guise of “his wife abroad,” the lingering concern mixed with emotional distance — it all made sense now. Nothing else fit.

Yet some parts still didn’t add up. Why were there no photos of them together? Why did they act like near-strangers in public? How had they maintained this facade so naturally? And the biggest puzzle — why had Jay been involved with Anjali while Nikitha was clearly getting closer to Tharun? The contradictions swirled in her head. Unless Jay or Nikitha opened up, she would never know the full story.

Sharmi decided it was time to test the waters. When the involved could not answer? How will she make them open? 
She has a plan.. Jealousy.. A way to break Nikitha’s silence. She would stir a little jealousy and see how they reacted. She decided to test it.. While Jay sat near her not knowing all these time she was keep thinking on him and Nikitha. 

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Meanwhile, Anjali , still under suspension , slipped into the office building that same afternoon. Her accounts had been frozen, and she desperately needed to retrieve some pending reimbursements. Avoiding the main floors where people might recognize her, she headed straight for the VP’s room on the upper level. Her old thumbprint still worked on the security panel. The door clicked open softly.



The moment she stepped inside the luxurious cabin, she expected to find the new VP. Instead, she heard muffled sounds, soft gasps,  and low, intimate murmurs coming from the inner bedroom area.

Curiosity and suspicion pulled her forward. Heart pounding, Anjali crept toward the slightly ajar door and pushed it open just a crack.

The sight that greeted her froze her blood.

There, pressed against the wall in a heated embrace, were Nikitha and Tharun.

Tharun had Nikitha pinned gently but possessively, one strong hand cupping the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Their mouths were locked in a deep, passionate kiss — hungry and unhurried. Nikitha’s fingers were tangled in his hair, her body arching into him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. 

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips when Tharun trailed his mouth down to her jawline, then back to capture her lips again. Their bodies moved together with clear familiarity and building desire, the kind that spoke of stolen moments and growing addiction.

Anjali’s eyes widened in pure shock. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp.

A rage built in, while she was suspended for misbehavior here others casually having an affair.. Initially she thought VP himself had been in some affair but the case was different. 

Nikitha doing it was unbelievable for her.
She questioned herself again!

Nikitha? With Tharun?

[heygiwriter]

Latest episodes are tense and gripping. Just a correction needed: episodes 52 and 54 are available, but 53 is missing. A fourth character chimed in as a catalyst to forward the theme; she seems conservative. I guess Tharun already knows about Jay and Nikki's affair and is enjoying her presence and flirting with her. It was determined that he wants to be physical with her, though his actions are different.

Thanks, Heygiwriter

The chapter numbers are fixed. wait for some surprises.

[heygiwriter]

Expecting a lot more episodes from you like you do for previous stories

4 chapters out few more tonight

[heygiwriter]

Is this some kind of soap opera in office? Nikita became shameless giving so much lenience to Tharun in office, at this point its as disgusting as Jay dragging Anjali around earlier.

Anjali knows Nikita is in affair with Tharun, Sharmi knows it and worse she knows about Jay and Nikita...I feel like I am watching some office porn with no real meaning.

~RCF

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 56: Cracks in the Facade


Anjali slipped out of the VP’s cabin, her heart pounding with a volatile mix of shock and irritation. She didn’t linger. Standing there watching them devour each other felt disgusting. But as she reached the elevator, a darker thought bloomed in her mind — revenge. 

She wanted someone to hurt the way she had been hurt. She actually expected a higher rank person Vp or HR to be there, as soon as she hear the sound. But it was Nikitha and Tharun they weren’t her real targets. She wanted to tell world, she was wronged when everyone there used to be like that.? She cursed herself for not recording the scene on her phone. But it doesn't matter she had seen it and she know their names.. though she doesnt want to make it a scene without proofs, she decided to use the moment later. 

She paused in the lobby, inquiring casually about the new VP’s location and learned the entire leadership team had shifted to a different building. With one last glance toward the upper floor, Anjali left the premises, her mind already spinning quieter, sharper plans, she decided to use this news to get things done on her terms with higher ranks. 

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Inside the cabin, the heated kiss had left Nikitha flushed and breathless. She broke it midway. Tharun looked at her like a puzzle?!


“I felt like someone was watching us,” she whispered, pulling back slightly.
Tharun chuckled softly, still riding the high of their passion. “No one, baby. I locked the door. See for yourself if you’re worried.”

Nikitha walked to the main door to double-check. Her stomach dropped.
The door was ajar.

“Tharun!” she hissed, voice laced with panic. 
“The door is open!”

Tharun’s face paled as he rushed over. The realization hit them both hard. 
Company rules were crystal clear after Anjali’s incident — no affairs, no hidden relationships. They know the aftermaths. 

Nikitha’s hands began to tremble. “This is my fault… I distracted you. If someone saw us—”

Tharun tried to calm her, rubbing her back soothingly. “Hey, done panic. It might have been me who didn’t lock it properly. Or how the door would be open here. 

Did you forget this floor has only access to higher ranks and four of us. All the higher rank people are in new buildlng. If someone came in, it could only be from our old team. The floor access is still limited to the four of us — you, me, Jay, and Anjali. Anjali is suspended. HR or directors would have announced themselves if they are about to come here.. The only real possibility is Jay.”

The name alone made Nikitha’s heart clench painfully.
Jay.

The thought of him walking in and seeing her pressed against the wall, kissing Tharun so passionately — moaning softly into another man’s mouth — filled her with crushing guilt. She wanted love, excitement, and a fresh start, but not at the cost of humiliating the man she had shared years of her life with.

Tears welled in her eyes. “I don’t want him to see that… It would break him.”

Tharun cupped her face gently, wiping a stray tear with his thumb. “Don’t panic. I’m 100% sure it was Jay, and if he saw anything, he probably left quietly. He wouldn’t want to interrupt. If it turns out someone else came in, I’ll take full responsibility. but the chance is too low for that. For now, stay calm. Don’t show anything on your face. If things blow up tomorrow, we’ll face it together, okay?”

Nikitha nodded weakly, though her mind was spiraling. She returned to her cabin, obsessively checking the office WhatsApp group for any rumors. Nothing. By evening, she went downstairs pretending to speak with Sharmi. The floor looked completely normal. Jay was focused on his work. She bit her lip, embarrassment and guilt burning on her face. Maybe Tharun was right.


She waited in the car parking until Jay arrived. The drive home was silent, heavier than usual.

At home, she prepared dinner quietly, unable to meet his eyes. But she noticed the change in him — his fever had finally broken. He moved with more strength, his posture straighter. Yet his eyes… his eyes followed her constantly, soft and longing, like a child seeking his mother’s warmth and attention. Every glance felt like a quiet plea for the love they once shared. It pained her deeply.

They ate in near silence. Jay’s gaze never left her for long.
Later that night, as they lay in bed, Nikitha’s phone buzzed.

Tharun: Good night, baby. Don’t overthink it. It must have been Jay. We’re okay.

Nikitha: Do you know it 100%?
Tharun: It’s the only real possibility.

The confirmation twisted the knife. She turned toward Jay in the dark, her throat tight.
“You slept?” she asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Not yet,” Jay replied, surprised she had spoken first after so many days.
Nikitha swallowed hard. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.”

Jay shifted slightly. “Sorry for what? 

Nikitha: See i know it would have hurt you. i didnt plan it?

Jay: I dont understand anything Nikitha!

Nikitha: Don't act like you don't know anything and pretend like nothing happened, you never know how much i struggle inside. 

Jay: Im not sure why you are speaking like this all of the sudden without any context.  You barely spoke to me for almost a week. And you are telling something i don't understand. 

Am I that despicable to you now? that you skip to speak with me for weeks. 

His words, quiet and raw, broke something inside her. Nikitha’s eyes flooded with tears as the weight of his hurt crashed over her. He had been suffering in silence this entire time — bearing her coldness, her distance, her secret moments with another man - while still looking at her with that quiet, unwavering love.


She reached out tentatively in the darkness and touched his arm. The simple contact felt heavy with years of shared history.
Jay didn’t pull away. For the first time in days, the silence between them felt less like ice and more like fragile, aching warmth.
In the dark Jay could not see her tears. But he knows. 

He said.. Nikitha, in the entire years when you are with me, i never saw you in tears, but when you start moving away from me, i could feel your tears.. 

I know you would deny when i say the tears are due to the hurt you cause yourself , its your love for me. But that's the truth. I don't want to hear anything from you.. Sleep. 

But let me tell you don't care for me, if you are moving away. 
The word left a deep impact in her. 

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 57: Silent Fracture

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The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting long, pale shadows across the room. Nikitha woke up with a heavy chest, the events of the previous day crashing over her like cold waves. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the open door, the possibility that Jay had seen her in Tharun’s arms — lips locked, body pressed close, lost in a kiss that should never have happened in that place.

She assumed the worst. Jay had seen it. He must have.

His last words from the night before echoed painfully: “If you are moving away, don’t care for me.” The quiet resignation in his voice had cut deeper than any argument ever could. She had no guts to justify it or casually deny it. Earlier, she had boldly told him she would experience love and sex outside marriage, just like he had with Anjali. But now, in the middle of exploring that path, the thought that Jay might have witnessed her with Tharun disturbed her far more than it would disturb him.

She hadn’t fully moved away from Jay. She wasn’t ready for that. She slowly realized her anger and disappointment might have triggered her to do so. May be her yearning for one Such love.. she whole heartedly wanted to experience love but in the process of figuring things out, she felt like she had committed a deep betrayal. It hurt her more than it would hurt Jay. She thought she no longer deserved him.

She expected a fight. Resistance. Anger. Instead, Jay seemed to have given up — quietly letting her go. She believed he hadn’t mentioned the kiss because it was too disgusting, too heartbreaking for him to voice. She didn’t want to face him. She thought she should leave the place before she caused him any more pain, but she fears, she fears leaving him abruptly might even send a signal like he is little? she doesn't want to pass such a humiliation like that. 

Deep down, she knew she had rushed again with Tharun. The kiss marathon at the office had blinded her. He still hadn’t spoken to Mithra. She still hadn’t come to proper terms with Jay. The loan was almost cleared — just two more months of payments, thansk to their recent increase in pay scale after promotions. The house had her name too, but she was ready to give it all up for him, for the hurt she had caused. Her heart even warned her: What if Tharun’s love fades after sex? Like  Jay warned.

She decided she should not go back to Jay if she face such a situation like Tharun used her.. Jay had showed her a kindness once, its enough she thought.. after what she had done, she don't have guts to think about that. She had now realized that hearts were not playthings.

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On the other side of the bed, Jay lay awake, staring at the ceiling. He had read her silence, her avoidance, her turned back every night as clear signs — she hated him now. She didn’t love him anymore. He felt like he looks despicable in her eyes. He thought Challenging her to prove his or her love doesn't matter anymore. With such silent withdrawal from her he doesn't want to have a false hope, accept reality and move one. He also realised hanging on to her would only cause more pain. He decided to step away, to give her the freedom she clearly wanted. But he was not ready to tell it to her face, deep down he love her so much that he is okay to live with her as long as she doesnt object. He thanked the house to united them and make them bonded to it. 

Both of them, trapped in their own assumptions, had reached the same painful conclusion: separation was inevitable. But neither knew how to start the conversation.

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The car ride to the office was suffocatingly silent. Nikitha drove, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Jay sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window, his face calm but his eyes hollow. Neither spoke. The radio played softly in the background, but the music felt distant, irrelevant. Every red light felt like an eternity. Every glance they avoided carried the weight of unsaid words.


When they reached the office parking lot, they stepped out without a word.
The elevator ride was even heavier. 

They stood side by side, separated by a wide, painful gap. 
It wasn't much in feet, but it felt endless.


The doors began to close with a soft ting.
At the last second, they slid open again.

Sharmi stepped in with a bright smile and slipped neatly into the space between them, 
as though that empty stretch had been waiting for her all along.

“Good morning,” she said cheerfully, completely unaware of the storm raging silently around her.
The doors closed. The elevator began its slow ascent.

The elevator rose floor by floor, carrying three people upward. And somehow, with Sharmi standing between them, 
the gap that had felt like a chasm moments ago seemed a little more like a bridge waiting to be crossed.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 58: Sharmi’s Suspicion

The elevator doors closed with a soft ding, sealing the three of them inside the small metal box. Sharmi stood neatly between Jay and Nikitha, her bright smile contrasting sharply with the heavy silence that had filled the space just moments before.

She glanced at both of them randomly, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. Jay stared straight ahead at the floor numbers lighting up one by one. Nikitha kept her gaze fixed on the polished metal wall, her posture stiff, her fingers clenched around the strap of her bag. They stood apart like polite strangers sharing an awkward ride — no eye contact, no casual greeting, no familiar warmth.

Sharmi was astonished. How do they maintain this act so perfectly?

She hadn’t slept much the previous night. Her mind had been racing, trying every permutation and combination, scribbling notes in her diary like a detective piecing together a puzzle. The clues refused to leave her alone.

She had found Nikitha’s peach saree in Jay’s bedroom laundry basket. Both of them claimed their spouses were abroad — a strange coincidence. There were no photos of their partners anywhere in the house. Last week, both had taken leave on the same day. And then there was Nikitha’s habit of asking about Jay’s health through her, always on behalf of “his wife abroad.”

No one in the office had ever seen or heard about their spouses. Not a single call, not a single mention.
Sharmi had spent hours turning the pieces over in her mind.

Possibility 1: They truly have spouses abroad, and what they say is the truth. But why no one in office had seen them? or heard about them, I have not witnessed Jay or Nikkitha talking to anyone on phone?. Do the spouses of them truly exists? okay even in that case, if they exists. I saw her clothes there… did that mean they were sleeping together? Were they cheating on their absent partners? If she was worried about office gossip, a simple message would have sufficed.  Why did Nikitha need to ask her about Jay’s health? Couldn’t she text him directly? Why they need to overact..  Okay lets assume, they have spouses how both of them have spouses working abroad, not at all believable.. No... Sharmi realised,  the spouses abroad should be a lie.

Possibility 2: They don’t have spouses at all and are pretending. But why? What were they trying to prove to the world by acting like separate individuals with partners abroad? What they are achieving with that? This possibility felt too convoluted and was quickly ruled out.


Possibility 3: They are actually husband and wife. This had the most potential — the care Nikitha displayed, the dress in the house, the mismatched lies. But why hide the relationship? Why act like strangers in public? A darker thought crossed her mind: maybe they had some twisted fantasy — hiding their marriage so they could enjoy new bodies at the office. Jay with Anjali, now Nikitha with Tharun. A sadistic couple chasing thrills.

Sharmi took a deep breath, pushing the thought aside. Lets say they are husband and wife, even they keep it secret for Thrill or fantasy. But why did she always hear about him through me? Why not ask him directly? Why use me as a bridge? 

May be the couple into fight or something and living separate lives for them but living in same house for family pressure? May be Nikitha doesnt want to show him she care too much?

She had come closest to the truth, yet she wasn’t entirely sure. It was the only possibility that fit most of the pieces.

Coming back to the present, Sharmi glanced at them again. The moment she saw them deliberately looking away from each other, a mild, almost amused smile tugged at her lips.

Sadistic couple, hunting their preys for bound count…
She let out a small, involuntary laugh.

Nikitha noticed immediately. Her eyebrow raised slightly. “What’s so funny?”
Sharmi met her eyes with a calm, knowing look as the elevator slowed to a stop.

“I’ll catch you at break time,” she said lightly, but with clear intent. “There’s a reason why I laughed.”

The doors opened. Sharmi stepped out first, leaving a trail of unspoken questions behind her. She had already decided — she would test the waters. She would indirectly cross-question Nikitha and fill in the gaps until the truth revealed itself.

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Chapter 59: Sharmi finds the truth!

Sharmi returned to her desk with a calm exterior, but her mind was a whirlwind. She had barely slept the previous night, scribbling notes, drawing mind maps, and testing every possible theory. The clues refused to settle neatly, yet they pointed toward something far more complicated than a simple affair.


She had found Nikitha’s familiar peach saree in Jay’s bedroom laundry basket. Both claimed their spouses were abroad — a convenient story. No photos of any partners anywhere in the house. Last week, both had taken leave on the same day. And then there was Nikitha’s habit of asking about Jay’s health through her, always “on behalf of his wife abroad.”

No one in the office had ever seen or heard about their spouses. Not once.

Sharmi had stayed up late running through possibilities, but she needed more. She wanted to speak with Nikitha indirectly, lure her with small truths and see how far she would go. She also wanted to ask Jay, but she feared him. 


What if he misread her questions or intent?


He had once been the man who boldly pursued Anjali. 
Her approach had to be careful.

Yet, after a week of closeness, Jay had appeared gentler and nicer than she had initially thought. He was a patient mentor, not the aggressive figure she had imagined.


She decided to start with him casually.

Later that morning, Sharmi approached Jay at his desk while they worked on a module together. 

Minutes later, 
While Jay was communicating with a guy on a random gig.. she wanted to use the moment to ask about his wife...

“Did your wife phone you?” she asked lightly, keeping her tone friendly. “You’ve been sick for almost a week now.”

Jay, who had been smiling faintly while talking to a colleague, turned stiff instantly. His smile faded. After a noticeable delay, he replied, “Yea… yea… she did.” His eyes fluttered. He avoided direct eye contact, his face pale.

Sharmi’s instincts screamed. He’s lying.

She felt a pang of guilt for pushing him, but the stiffness and sudden discomfort confirmed her growing theory. 
They continued working fore few more minutes, but her mind was elsewhere.

Few more minutes, 


A call came on her phone, but the signal kept dropping. Jay noticed her frustration.


“Why can’t you attend the call properly?” he asked. “Go to the rooftop — you’ll get better signal there.”

Sharmi thanked him and excused herself. Unfortunately, the network issue wasn’t just hers — several colleagues on the same provider were complaining about the same problem. As she stood near the edge of the rooftop with others, an intern nearby grumbled loudly, “Shit, the video was downloading… I would’ve sent it and shamed my girlfriend, shit i would have shamed her with this secret...  this damn network.”


The verbal disappointed voice of an intern sparked an idea in Sharmi’s mind. It was ugly  but it sparked an idea inside her.. Mobiles always hide secrets.

She decided to grab the mobile.. but whom? Womens are always extra cautious.. Men?   Especially men, they would be careless.. but a person like Jay? lets try my luck she said to herself and decided to go back to find Jay and find a clue through his mobile.. She decided to put on a show.

After few minutes
She returned to Jay, looking visibly worried.

“Everything okay?” he asked, concern genuine in his voice.

“Family emergency,” she lied smoothly. “I really need to make a call, but my network is dead. You’re on a different provider… Would you mind if I borrow your phone? Just for a few minutes.”

Jay didn’t hesitate. He unlocked his phone and handed it over. “The passcode is 22%%$. Make sure everything’s alright at home. If you need to take the day off, I’ll cover for you.”

Sharmi nodded gratefully and hurried back to the rooftop. A small crowd had gathered near the edge, complaining about the network. She pretended to dial a number, holding the phone to her ear after few seconds she moved to quite corner where no one can see her.. Her thumb moved quickly.

She opened the gallery.



What she found made her eyes widen in disbelief.

Hundreds of photos… and almost all of them were painfully boring.

Screenshots of work modules. Random electricity bills. Coupon codes for groceries. Another screenshot. Another bill. For nearly a hundred images, it was the same monotonous pattern.

What a dry life, Sharmi thought, barely holding back a laugh. This man’s gallery is more depressing than a Monday morning meeting.
She kept scrolling.

Photos of his car broken down on the roadside. At least ten angles of the same damaged tire.
How careful he is, she thought sarcastically. 

Three hundred images in and still nothing personal. No selfies. No vacation pictures. No friends. No food pics. 
Just broken mixer photos, random vegetable bills.

How can a person live like this its understandable he dont have his photo! but dont he have a friend? a girl? atleast a model photo?
This guy can’t even have normal photos. Is he even straight? Maybe he and Anjali were just pretending. 
Maybe he’s gay and hiding it?  May be he paid Anjali well to hide it.. She laughs to herself with assumptions from what she witness in his mobile. 

She was thoroughly disappointed and almost ready to give up when she reached images from three years ago.
And then… she froze.

It was a group photo taken at a temple. 
The atmosphere looked tense and awkward. In the center stood a couple wearing traditional garlands.
Nikitha and Jay.

Their wedding photo.
The expressions on their faces said everything — shock, discomfort, and zero celebration. It looked like a rushed temple marriage that neither of them was emotionally ready for.



Sharmi’s heart raced. She stared at the image for a long time, zooming in on their faces. Nikitha looked beautiful but distant. Jay’s expression carried quiet resignation mixed with something deeper — perhaps hope, perhaps pain.

Everything clicked into place, yet raised even more questions.

They are married.

Sharmi got to witness something she was not ready for but it was one of her possiblities that turned out to be true. She quickly closed the gallery, made a call to family, to just make a record..  and she returned back to her works space. Then she returned the phone to Jay with a grateful smile.

“Everything alright?” he asked again.
“Yes, thank you. Just a small issue, handled now.”

As the workday continued, Sharmi couldn’t stop thinking about the photo. The melancholy surrounding Jay and Nikitha suddenly made sense — the forced distance, the hidden concern, the strange love-hate tension. Were they one of those couples who fell in love after marriage? Or had something broken them along the way? May be the dont like the marriage? thats why Jay took Anjali and now Nikitha choosing Tharun?

But Nikitha's care? is that not love? 
Jay's faded smile? Is that not love?

Her heart softened. She wanted to understand their full story. Somewhere deep inside, she felt a genuine desire to help them — not out of curioisty, but because their quiet sadness touched her. For some reasons she strangely and strongly believed, the two are in love but seems like they are not communicating it properly. But she dont want to rush it, she wanted to confirm it before taking an another step. 

Sharmi made a quiet decision. She would dig deeper. Carefully. Patiently.
She wouldn’t expose them.
She would try to understand them first.

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Chapter 60: Dangerous Questions


Sharmi sat at her desk, staring blankly at her screen. After discovering the wedding photo, she had intended to speak with Nikitha, but now she held back. What could she possibly say? “Hey, I saw your secret temple wedding photo on your husband’s phone”? No. She had no right to barge in without context.

Yet the more she thought about it, the more the puzzle consumed her.

Why would a couple who got married in such an unhappy rush still live together?
If they were truly miserable from the start, why not separate long ago?

Why did Jay get involved with Anjali, and why was Nikitha now drawn to Tharun?

It didn’t feel like casual thrill-seeking or fantasy exploration. This was deeper — something emotional had failed between them. Or perhaps it had never truly begun. But if they were so unhappy, why did they still orbit each other? There must have been happier times once. Something had gone wrong recently.

Everything started making sense.

The way Nikitha used to stare at Jay months ago. The disturbed look on her face whenever Jay took Anjali into the storage room. The cruel irony of colleagues gossiping that “Nikitha had eyes on Jay” — when he was her own husband. Sharmi’s heart twisted. How painful it must have been for her. Watching her husband with another woman while everyone whispered behind her back.

Her sympathy slowly shifted into quiet anger toward Jay.

Maybe Nikitha loved him crazily once. Maybe that’s why she’s running toward Tharun now — to escape the hurt.

And that explains why the once-bullish, energetic Jay has become so withdrawn lately… especially after Tharun joined and started sharing space with Nikitha.

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Lunchtime arrived. Nikitha walked over to Sharmi’s desk, her face tense and slightly panicked.
“Shall we have lunch together?” she asked, forcing a small smile.

Sharmi glanced at her, noting the unease in her eyes. But she wasn’t in the mood. “Not today, Nikki. I’m not feeling great — some family issues. Let’s catch up tomorrow.”

Nikitha looked disappointed for a split second. Her gaze instinctively flicked toward Jay’s desk. Sharmi didn’t miss it. That quick, almost involuntary look confirmed what she already suspected — Nikitha still carried deep feelings for him.

Unknown to Sharmi, Nikitha had approached her for a different reason entirely: to check whether Sharmi’s “morning laugh” was about the open-door kiss incident with Tharun. Seeing Sharmi’s distracted response, Nikitha felt a wave of relief. It probably wasn’t about that.

The more seconds passed, the closer Sharmi felt she was to the truth.

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Sharmi now had a clear plan. She decided to choose Jay to understand their story, not causing any discomfort. 

She wanted to have a lone time with Jay, so that she could confront him. She messed up her own program and seeked Jay Help. 

Later that evening, after Jay helped her fix a critical bug in her program, she turned to him with a grateful smile.

“You saved me today. Let me drop you home as thanks.
I already used your phone earlier — this is the least I can do.”

Jay shook his head. “No need. Nikitha usually drives me.”

“Let her take your car then,” Sharmi insisted warmly. “I’ll drop you. Consider it repayment for the phone and the bug fix.”
Jay studied her for a moment, then agreed, sensing her sincerity.

Sharmi quickly informed Nikitha that she would be dropping Jay home and asked not to wait, she said she indeeing going early as she had to travel somewhere. 

She caught the brief flash of unease on Nikitha’s face and smiled inwardly. You idiots… what kind of drama are you all playing?


The drive started slow. Sharmi’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her mind racing. Jay noticed the unusually sluggish pace.

“Can’t you speed up a bit?” he asked. “Why are you driving like a snail?”

Sharmi stayed silent for a few more seconds, then spoke, her voice steady but firm.
“So… you lied.”

Jay frowned. “What?”
“You lied about speaking with your wife.”

Jay went completely still, shock flashing across his face. “How… how did you know?”
Sharmi continued, eyes on the road. “Everything you said was a lie. You and your wife are emotionally separated, aren’t you?”

The silence in the car became suffocating. Jay stared at her, stunned. “How did you know? How far do you know?”
A small, almost triumphant smile crept onto Sharmi’s lips. 


“Did she tell you…?”
Jay’s expression shifted from calm to ferocious in an instant. 

Sharmi looked at him, surprised by the intensity. “I didn’t speak to her—”

“Stop the car.”

“Stop the car. Stop this nonsense!” Jay’s voice rose sharply. He reached for the door handle.

Sharmi’s eyes widened in alarm. “Jay, wait—”

She turned to him, breathing heavily, shocked by his extreme reaction. “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?!”
Jay’s chest heaved. His face was a mixture of anger, pain, and vulnerability.

“What are you playing at, Sharmi? Do you think you’re smart enough to pull words out of me?”

Sharmi’s hands tightened on the wheel. She had underestimated how dangerous this topic was for him.
She realised he had treasured the secret, just merely telling about it turned him ferocious. 
She was not ready to handle him, luckily she didn't tell him fully that she knows. 
She decided to hide it.. 

 “No… I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to ask from what you said”

Jay reached for the door handle again, attempting to open it while the car was still moving.

Sharmi’s eyes widened in shock. “Jay!”

She slammed the brakes hard. The car screeched to a stop on the side of the road with a loud creek of tires.
The silence between them was thick and suffocating.

Sharmi realized she had stepped into something far deeper and more painful than office gossip.
Whatever secret Jay and Nikitha were hiding, it was clearly destroying them both.

And for now, she would keep her discovery to herself.

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Chapter 61: Boundaries and Plans

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Sharmi’s hands trembled on the steering wheel. The car had screeched to a stop on the side of the road, the sudden brake leaving a burnt-rubber smell in the air. Jay’s ferocious reaction had shaken her more than she expected. The man who had seemed gentle and patient as a mentor had transformed in seconds — eyes sharp, voice low and dangerous, hand reaching for the door like he was ready to jump out of a moving car rather than let her dig deeper.

She realized with chilling clarity: Jay did not want his secret to come out. Not even a hint.

For a moment, fear gripped her. But Sharmi was not someone who backed down easily. She forced her voice to stay calm, softening it deliberately.
“Jay… why are you scaring me like this? What did I do wrong?”

Jay turned to her, his expression hard. “What trick are you playing with me? Just because I helped you with projects doesn’t mean you have the liberty to poke into my personal life.”

Sharmi swallowed, choosing her words carefully. She decided to play innocent — pretend she was only making casual assumptions and didn’t know the full truth yet.

“Okay, fine… I won’t ask. I was just curious about your wife. I’ve never seen you talk to her on the phone, so I tried to share my assumption. I thought you were my friend.”

Jay studied her for a long second. He assumed Sharmi might not know the full truth yet — she was just fishing with guesses. But she was dangerously close. He wasn’t sure how to shut her down completely without making her more suspicious. Cutting her off abruptly might make her share her doubts with others. He needed to handle this carefully.

He exhaled slowly, forcing his voice to steady.

“Sharmi, I may sound rude, but personal is personal. Okay, now you know — my wife and I are at differences. We don’t speak often. That’s why she stays abroad. I don’t want anyone looking at me with pity, or seeing me as weak. If you consider me a friend like you claim, don’t speak about me to others. Sometimes personal things should stay personal. I don’t like to share. I hope you understand.”

Sharmi looked at him with shivering hands. The ferocious act he had put on was still fresh in her eyes. She now knew Jay was no weak or submissive husband. There was some deep secret they didn’t want to let out. There was real pain within him. He could act this rashly when cornered. Yet if he wasn’t acting this way in front of Tharun or Nikitha, then he was either allowing it… or he was helpless.

She was equally determined to know as much as she feared.
Jay then added quietly, “I hope you understand.”

Sharmi simply apologized, her voice soft. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cross any line.”
She didn’t speak further. She started the car again and continued the drive in heavy silence.

During the journey, Jay looked stubborn, staring out the window. When the car finally reached the house, he realized he had behaved very oddly due to the fear that the secret was out. He knew he had scared her. Before stepping out, he wanted to say one final thing.
“See, you can be my friend, but don’t ever try to get into my personal matters again.”

Sharmi used the moment. She turned to him with a gentle, regretful expression.

“I’m sorry I took the liberty thinking you could be my friend. I saw you alone for almost a week, you seemed weak. I’ve never seen you interacting with someone like a friend. You helped me a lot like a mentor, so I thought I would take some rights so you could feel supported. But if you don’t want to share personal things, that’s fine. I’m sorry. I will know my limits from here on.”

She didn’t get out of the car or enter the house. She simply waited until Jay stepped out, then drove away.

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Jay stood outside the villa for a moment, watching her car disappear. He felt real bad for scaring a woman who had genuinely cared for him during his illness. But he had also formed an allergy to care. He almost believed that people who showed him care often left him in the middle — like his ex-lover, now Nikitha. He didn’t want to give that space to anyone. Sharmi seemed to be slipping into that place, so he had decided to close his connection to any woman stemming from the hurts he had endured.

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Meanwhile, Sharmi, while driving back, put a lot into her thoughts. She stopped at a small gift shop on the way, bought something thoughtful, and continued home. She had decided to get back on good terms with Jay and earn his trust slowly. But the curiosity didn’t die. She couldn’t wait. She decided to pursue Nikitha next.

With the lessons learned from Jay’s fierce reaction, she decided not to confront directly. Instead, she would get deeper through indirect communication — small, friendly conversations, shared lunches, and subtle questions that might loosen the truth without raising alarms.

The game had changed. Sharmi was no longer just curious.

She was determined.

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Chapter 62: Jay’s Self Reflection & Nikitha’s feeling Safer in Jay Arms. 



While the entire day had been a whirlwind of suspicion and calculation for Sharmi and Jay, Nikitha was lost in her own storm.

The first half of the day, she could barely concentrate on work. Her mind kept circling back to Sharmi’s strange laugh in the lift. Did she see something? Does she know about the kiss with Tharun when the door was open? The fear gnawed at her, making every passing colleague feel like a potential threat. She obsessively checked the office WhatsApp group for any whispers, but nothing appeared.

By afternoon, after she spoke a little with Sharmi, his distracted response assured her, no rumors surfaced, a small relief came — but it was short-lived. Another storm hit when Sharmi casually mentioned she would drop Jay home. Nikitha felt an instant, irrational irritation flare up. How dare she offer him a ride? The possessiveness surprised even her, but she quickly calmed herself, reminding herself of her own double standards.

Tharun, sensing her distant and fearful mood during their brief meeting in his cabin, didn’t push for a kiss. He simply held her hand for a moment, his thumb stroking her knuckles gently, offering silent comfort. Nikitha was grateful, her mind was already too much of a storm to handle anything more.

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The drive back home was tedious with her mind occupying random thoughts. She accelerated the car, trying to speed home, imagining Sharmi may cross a line with Jay. On the way, she spotted it parked in the opposite direction near a small gift shop, several kilometers away from their home. She knew it was Sharmi’s car. She was surprised she left home so soon. But she didn’t stop. She accelerated further, reaching home in minutes..

Upon entering, she found Jay alone.

She casually enquired, trying to sound normal, “All good? Where is Sharmi?She always finds reasons to stay longer.”

Jay was not ready to read the underlying tone, his mind was filled with the sudden questions from Sharmi, that almost like digging their secrets. Jay looked at Nikitha’s face, he didn’t want to alarm her or create panic. He simply said, “She just went back. Some emergency at home, it seems.”


For a second he just recalled how he scared Sharmi, his stubborn act.. He looked at Niki and realised how he had never calmly responded to her back when some arguments came up in the past, he had not shown his face like how he did to Sharmi, but he had not cared to respond and clear things properly. Today with Sharmi, he explained and tried to calm her, earlier he never did that with Nikki, His facial expression may even have scared Nikki like it did with Sharmi. Jay learned his first lesson, on what all could have gone wrong.


They had a quiet dinner. Not much was spoken. with every passing minute. The silence was heavy, filled with things neither dared to voice.

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That night, both pretended to sleep but took a long time, their minds still churning with everything unsaid.

At 5:40 AM, Nikitha woke first in the soft, early morning light. The moment awareness returned, she froze.

She was lying inside Jay’s arm.

His body had unconsciously pulled her close during the night — his chest pressed warmly against her back, one strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her securely like he used to in the early days of their marriage. His breath brushed the back of her neck, steady and familiar. The warmth of him seeped through her thin nighty, making her feel strangely safe… yet painfully awkward.

After weeks of cold distance, the sudden closeness felt both comforting and dangerous. Her recent moments with Tharun, the guilt of hurting Jay — it all crashed over her like a wave. She wanted to slip out of his embrace so she wouldn’t disgust him. But she liked his hold. She craved it. She feared if Jay woke, he might feel disgust holding her after everything she had done.

Yet her heart strangely yearned for this warmth. She allowed herself to stay, closing her eyes and silently wishing the moment would last just a little longer.
Several minutes later, she felt his arm slowly withdraw. His hand lingered for a heartbeat on her waist before pulling away, almost reluctantly.
Nikitha carefully opened her eyelids just a sliver to see his reaction.

Jay had pulled back with a sudden, visible shock on his face — like he had disturbed something sacred that wasn’t his to touch anymore. He quickly turned away and pretended to be asleep again, his breathing deliberately even.

Nikitha stayed perfectly still for some minutes, continuing to pretend she was sleeping. The brief, tender moment had ended, leaving only the heavy silence of everything unresolved between them.


The morning breakfast was quiet. They got ready for office, Jay driving the car as he had regained most of his strength.

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At the office, when they entered together, the company was discussing refreshment programs. HR had sent a circular in the morning asking for ideas for fun activities after the back-to-back successful launches.

Jay strangely searched for Sharmi out of concern — he had scared her the previous day. He found her standing at the side of the floor.

An hour later, after discussions ended and everyone dispersed, Jay opened his laptop lid. Inside was a decorated card. He opened it.

It had a big “SORRY” written in bold, followed by a message:
“I’m sorry, please forgive me. I genuinely wanted to help a friend, especially my mentor who I consider as a friend. I don’t know, maybe I’m a bit younger so I don’t know my space. I fear my behavior would affect professional relations at the office. I could not get a better mentor than you. 

I’m sorry. If you could forgive this junior and would consider me as an indisciplined friend, I would be grateful. I will learn everything from you. 


If you could understand my sincerity and forgive me, buy me lunch as an apology from your side…  because you scared me. If not, let me consider this as your final answer and pretend nothing happened. However, I'm not just a specialist at messing up friendship, I'm also a specialist at messing up code. Please help me through someone when I face bugs. :)”

— Yours apologetically, Junior Sharmi

Jay had a small smile. He didn’t know Sharmi was just trying to earn his trust to extract something. else... He thought she was genuinely trying to fix things.
He turned around and called Sharmi, who looked at him with a panicked yet hopeful expression.

“I need to have tablets on time,” he said. “Let’s go to lunch sharp at 1 PM.”
He smiled and turned back to his screen.

Sharmi took her bag and rushed to his place, her face lighting up with relief and energy.

Jay looked at her for a second — enthusiastic and energetic Sharmi immediately coming to his side after his small token of acceptance, attention, and forgiveness. But at the same time, something else deeply hit him.

Looking at her face, he remembered how Nikitha used to be a little enthusiastic at the start of their relationship. What if Nikki wanted the same attention? She might have craved that… also maybe acceptance before all?

Jay started to realize. Last day, she made him realise, how he was lethargic in explaining talking calm to Nikki. Now a lesson on attention and acceptance.. 

He knew it could be late, but he could not deny it. For a second, he looked at Sharmi and asked himself in his mind, What else are you going to teach me, Sharmi?

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Chapter 63: Jealousy in the Pantry & Tharun's Control. 

For a few minutes after calling Sharmi, Jay could not take his eyes off her. She moved with an energetic bounce that reminded him of a much younger, brighter version of the woman he once knew. Sharmi looked like someone who had arrived exactly at the right time to give him clarity about what he had been doing wrong. But a quiet voice inside him whispered, You came like a savior… but it’s a bit late.

He wasn’t sure if things could still be reversed. He felt Nikitha had already crossed a line. Yet he was strangely thankful to Sharmi. Her innocent concern and the way she had tried to reach him had forced him to see how cold and unresponsive he had become with Nikitha. Perhaps it was better to know something had gone wrong because of his own actions, rather than watching it crumble for no clear reason.

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The noon break arrived. Jay stood up and walked over to Sharmi’s desk.

“Let’s go,” he said simply. “Lunch at 1 PM, like I promised.”

Sharmi’s face lit up with genuine excitement. She grabbed her bag quickly, almost as if she had been waiting for this moment. As they walked toward the pantry canteen together, she chattered lightly, trying to keep the conversation easy and warm.

Minutes later, as they settled at a table with their trays, Nikitha entered the pantry with Tharun walking beside her. She waved casually at Sharmi, who waved back with a bright smile.

But Sharmi noticed something else.

Nikitha’s eyes kept drifting toward their table. The stare was subtle, but unmistakable. While she sat with Tharun, picking at her food, her gaze repeatedly returned to Jay and Sharmi. There was visible jealousy in the way her fingers tightened around her spoon, in the slight tension around her mouth.

Jay, lost in his own thoughts, remained unbothered, staring down at his plate. Sharmi, however, saw the perfect opportunity. She decided to test how far Nikitha’s tolerance would stretch.

She leaned in a little closer to Jay, laughing softly at something minor he said, making her laughter just loud enough to carry. She touched his arm lightly while speaking, playing the role of an enthusiastic junior perfectly. “You know, you really are a great mentor. I feel so much better working with you.”

Nikitha’s eyes never left them.

She tried to focus on Tharun, smiling and nodding at whatever he was saying, but her attention kept slipping back. Sharmi noticed every glance. Interesting, she thought. For years Jay was openly involved with Anjali, and Nikitha never showed open anger then. One can see her discomfort, only when some one focus her expression.  But now… she’s watching like this?

Sharmi relaxed, hiding a small, knowing smile. She remembered she needed to get closer to Nikitha to uncover the truth. Playing a little more wouldn’t hurt. She laughed again — brighter this time — and leaned in toward Jay while sharing a small work anecdote, making sure the moment looked warm and friendly.


Nikitha had seen Jay grow close to Anjali before, but this time, watching him with Sharmi affected her differently. It wasn’t the sharp, stabbing pain of the past like a mere discomfort, back then she knows She tried to console herself. This is just to protect our marriage secret in front of others .

But now its different, deep down, she knew the truth: she was ready to move away from Jay, yet she couldn’t fully break the bond. Now a new complication had arrived in the form of Sharmi. A deep, uneasy discomfort settled in her chest — heavier and more confusing. She felt like she is getting some realization of how deep she had been attached emotionally to Jay. 


She was trying to reason why to herself... Unlike Anjali, who had come to Jay purely for physical thrill and tension-filled encounters, Sharmi was different. Here Jay looks like making an extra effort ... Jay took her to lunch. They shared light conversations, soft smiles, and genuine communication. Nikitha could see the difference clearly. There was warmth. Comfort. A slow-building connection.

A fierce wave of possessiveness mixed with jealousy surged through her.
He never did any of this with Anjali.

Tharun noticed her distracted gaze fixed on Jay’s table. He leaned closer during lunch and asked softly, “What happened, Nikki? Why are you staring at his table… or at Sharmi? Is something odd? Are you still thinking about jay have seen us kissing that day?”

Nikitha quickly masked her emotions. “No,” she said, forcing a small smile. “I just have neck pain. I have to sit like this. Then after a pause she said...  I don’t have any appetite.” She pushed her plate away and left the cafeteria, her mind swirling in confusion. She still couldn’t make a clear decision about anything.

Sharmi, who had been watching from afar, noted Nikitha’s departure. A small, calculated smile formed on her lips. She’s possessive. And jealous. She wondered if pushing a little more would finally make Nikitha snap and confront her. But she also doubted it — after all, Nikitha had stayed silent even when Jay was involved with Anjali.

Tharun followed Nikitha shortly after. These days, she spent most afternoons in his cabin. He entered, locked the door behind him, and walked over to her.



He gently placed his hands on her neck and shoulders, massaging slowly. “Is it paining here, darling?”

Nikitha stayed lost in thought. Tharun could sense something was deeply disturbing her. He continued the massage, his voice low and caring. “Are you still thinking about who might have watched us kissing? Do you think Jay and Sharmi are talking about it?”
After a long pause, Nikitha shook her head. “No.”

“Then why do you keep staring at their seats?” Tharun asked gently. “I know you don’t have neck pain.”
She stayed silent, unsure how to explain without revealing too much.

Tharun sighed softly. “There must be only two reasons for your behavior…” He waited, then continued when she didn’t speak. “Tell me, Nikki.”
She finally opened up, choosing her words carefully. “I was thinking about my husband. These days, he and my friend are becoming too close. It’s hurting me.”

Tharun was stunned. He hadn’t expected such honesty. He realized she still hadn’t fully let go of her husband, nor accepted the possibility of a new relationship. Still, he probed gently, “How is that related to you staring at Jay’s table?”

Nikitha tried to reason without exposing her secret. “I was just wondering… how Jay moved on so easily with Sharmi after Anjali left. Is it that easy for men to move on?”

Tharun let out a soft laugh, though there was a hint of unease behind it. “So you’re placing Jay in your husband’s position?” He laughed again, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s natural, Nikki. When we’re no longer attached physically or emotionally, men or women tend to move forward. But I’m not sure about Sharmi… you might be overthinking it.”

Nikitha nodded weakly. “Yes… I’m not clear in my decisions. I keep oscillating. I keep hurting everyone. I couldn’t accept his sudden love, nor could I accept how he took me for granted before. I’m stuck.” Her voice cracked slightly. “But I’m realizing I’m getting jealous… even too possessive.”

Tharun’s heart sank a little. A quiet fear crept in — at this pace, she might drift away from him. He decided to distract her, to pull her back into the present moment with him.

He continued massaging her neck and shoulders, his hands slow and deliberate. “Nikki, listen to me,” he said softly, his breath warm against her ear. “Sometimes we need to let go. No matter how much we once loved someone, if it’s not reciprocated, it’s best to move on. What you’re doing is worse than hate. By not letting him go and freeing yourself, you’re hurting both him and you.”

He paused, then added gently, “I’m not saying this because I fear losing you. I’m saying it because I fear you are losing the best version of yourself… and the best opportunity waiting for all of us.”

Nikitha closed her eyes, conflicted. “But I can’t come out of it. Maybe I still love him… the part I keep denying. I don’t know how to distract myself from these thoughts.”

Tharun’s voice dropped, turning husky. “There is a way.”
Nikitha looked up at him, startled. “How?”

Tharun’s voice dropped, turning dangerously husky. “There is a way.”


Before Nikitha could even process his words, his hands moved with sudden, bold intent.
Standing behind her chair, he didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate.

His hands slipped swiftly from her neck, gliding down her shoulders and diving straight through the open neckline of her kurta in one smooth, assertive motion. Warm, strong fingers slid inside her bra without warning, cupping her bare breasts directly. The shock of skin-on-skin contact hit her instantly — his hot palms pressing fully against her soft, sensitive flesh.

Nikitha gasped sharply, her body jolting in surprise. “Tharun—!”
But he didn’t let her speak.

In the next second, he bent down, tilting her head back firmly with one hand while the other continued possessively massaging her bare breasts. He captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss — raw, consuming, and completely in control. His tongue invaded her mouth with urgent passion, swallowing her surprised moan.

His hands were relentless now. He squeezed her breasts with firm, erotic pressure, thumbs rolling over her hardening nipples, pinching and teasing them between his fingers. The sudden shift from gentle massage to this bold, dominant touch left her breathless and trembling. Bare skin against bare skin, his warm palms kneading and owning her chest as he kissed her like he was claiming every inch of her attention.

Nikitha’s mind spun. One moment she had been lost in guilt and confusion — the next, Tharun had taken complete control, his hands inside her kurta, groping and massaging her naked breasts while devouring her lips. The shock mixed with overwhelming pleasure made her thighs press together instinctively.

He broke the kiss just enough to growl against her lips, voice thick with desire, “This is how I distract you, baby. Stop thinking about him.”
Then he kissed her again, even deeper, his fingers continuing their sensual assault on her bare breasts — squeezing, stroking, and teasing her nipples until her body arched helplessly into his touch.

For those heated moments, Tharun had taken full control — and Nikitha was too shocked, too aroused, to stop him.

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Chapter 64: Boundaries & Torn Hearts

The kiss had already deepened dangerously.


Tharun’s hands were firm on her breast, his mouth hungry and insistent. His hand freed her breast.. now the hands moved to her thigh under the chair..  In one bold move, he tried to lift her into his arms, intending to carry her toward the small attached bedroom in his cabin. He was turned on so much that he felt they are going to have unrestricted sex today right there in the office. His grip tightened, his body pressing her closer as if he could sweep her away from all her doubts.

For a split second, Nikitha felt the heat — the temptation of letting go completely. But something inside her snapped back. She could not be normal. She could not proceed with something new — love or lust — just like that, without confirming her inner conflicts.

She stiffened. Her body didn’t arch to give him space. She pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss and freeing herself from his grasp.
Tharun looked confused, breathing heavily. “What happened?” he asked, voice husky.

She stood immediately from the chair.. she wiped her lips and said.. “Nothing, Tharun,” she said, stepping back. “I guess this is enough. Without me making clear decisions, I think we should not advance too much. Kisses are fine… but your groping my breast without my consent is too much.. enough for now.”

Tharun’s eyes darkened with a mix of desire and frustration. 

He decided to play a bit to see her reaction.. With she had already allowed to press her breast, he decided to try one more. 

He stepped closer, a seductive smile playing on his lips. “Why do you fear we would rush too much?” 
Niki said no, i know you.. you wont but... 

Tharun: “I guess my hold is super powerful…that makes you feel like you would slip? wana try again..”

He reached out, both hands boldly cupping her breasts over her kurta, thumbs pressing and pinching her nipples through the fabric. 

Slap!

The sound echoed sharply in the quiet cabin.

Nikitha’s hand had moved on pure adrenaline. She regretted it instantly — the moment her palm connected with his cheek. She hadn’t meant to hit him. It was too much, too sudden, not even in her control..

Tharun froze, his face turning slightly from the impact. For a second, he looked genuinely hurt — not just physically, but deeply. He stepped back, rubbing his cheek, his expression a mix of shock and disappointment.

Tharun: Nikki why did you slapped me?
He looked visibly upset and confused!

Tharun: Nikki, not even my parents had slapped me? no one.. i would get one if if were really wrong, am i not your future husband? didnt we speak about that.. dont you know i loved you.. I think you should have seen it, even thought i admit i lusted you.. these days its always love that overtook my lust. 

Today it was something else not just lust, even if you could not agree to my love or lust, didnt you say once. that "you were ready for temporary sex,  if we could not make this relationship work. Did you forget? Im not telling this to make you feel little. But I just wanted to ask why you slapped me? when you could have considered it any of this way. 

NIkkitha was stunned by her own doing and she dont know how to console him or reason him. She doesnt know why she acted this way. 

Tharun continued and today it was not lust.. I didn’t do this to fulfill my sexual need. Today you seemed so disturbed, i felt you are hurting yourself by not letting him go. I thought we should get physically close so that you could easily get distracted from his thoughts. But you slapped me… I felt so low. I felt like some cheap ass. 

Its like you showed me my place. Im for sure not a predator who hunts his prey, im some one who came to love you, and take you to deserved place. I didnt everything for you, the way i behave its all for you and you are the reason why im like this. but i got slaps, he laughed disappointingly. 

Nikitha felt terrible. She knew she was the reason Tharun had become so intimate with her. Yet she had slapped him. His ego must have been bruised. She didn’t want to hurt a man who openly claimed to love her, who was making every effort and patiently waiting for her.
She stepped forward, catching his hand gently.

“I’m sorry, Tharun. I don't know know how i reacted so fast. . I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.”
Tharun stayed silent for a moment, his face still stubborn. But he didn’t pull away.

Tharun: From now on i wont kiss you.. i wont touch you.. unless you say. I still love you.. i still want you. but i need to be clear that all this happening for love, i want you to see its love and not lust. This is a lesson for me today.

Nikitha took a deep breath. She said i know you would be hurt and disappointed but see just hear this. Please.”
He nodded, waiting.

She spoke carefully, her voice trembling slightly. I understood everything but regarding that temporary sex... see "Once, temporary sex felt fine because I wasn’t sure. I just wanted to feel love even if that is temporary.. but after what all happend, after being with you..  Now I’m sure about one thing — I want to live with love, the way I truly want. I’m not looking back. I indeed believe we are already in that path..  I don’t want to settle for cheap thrills or just sex. 

To be precise, deep down I know I’m doing the right thing, but some part of my heart is not leaving him it just scares me with warning like there could be some different reality exits. Just give me some time to accept everything, to give a proper closure. I still believe,  With him, it’s not love. Love just from myself is not love. He is yet to show me how he loved me. There were no memories. There was nothing I saw… I even doubt if he knew me well. I just beg you to give me some time, Tharun… please.”

Now, It’s just my wandering thoughts giving me too many headache. i'm suffering a long than you think.
Im sorry Tharun. 
Im Sorry..

Frankly i don't want to Hurt you.. its same way i dont want to Hurt him... 

Tharun looked at her for a long moment. His eyes softened with real understanding. He pulled her into a warm, gentle hug, holding her close without any sexual pressure. 

“I’m sorry too,” he whispered against her hair. Then he pulled back slightly, his voice firm but kind. “But from now on, I won’t kiss you. I won’t touch you. Not without your clear signal. Its for real..  I don’t want to feel like I’m the one pushing everything. 

And one more.. If you really choose me, I want you to invite me. I want you to say it and i want us to enjoy sex before we marry the moment you decided to accept my love! Just keep this in mind. Im pretty sure about that.”

He stepped back, unlocked the door, and looked at her with quiet resolve.
“Go to your place. You need to finish that project.”

Nikitha stood there, feeling torn between both men. She had started hurting Tharun too, because she could not fully leave Jay. The weight of it pressed on her chest.

She decided, in that moment, she needed to make a firm decision soon. She didn’t want both men to get hurt in the process.

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Chapter 65: Jealousy Test & Sharmi’s Plan

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The 3:30 PM break arrived like any other — people drifting toward the pantry, chatting about deadlines, weekend plans, and the latest office gossip. But for Nikitha, it felt like walking into a minefield. Her mind was still reeling from the earlier conversation with Tharun, the slap, the guilt, and the heavy realization that she was hurting everyone around her.

Unware of the storm, Sharmi had been waiting for her at the pantry area.

As soon as Nikitha stepped into the pantry area, Sharmi playfully pushed her aside with a warm smile.
“Hey! What happened, Sharmi? Why are you pushing me?” Nikitha asked, slightly startled.

Sharmi grinned. “I need to speak with you.”
“Regarding?”

Sharmi tilted her head playfully. “From when did you start asking me for purposes to speak with you?”
Nikitha sighed, trying to keep her voice light. “Leave that. Tell me what’s it about.”

Sharmi led her to a relatively quiet corner table. They sat side by side. Sharmi leaned in slightly, lowering her voice.
“I found this crazy couple in the office…”

Nikitha’s heart skipped a beat. “What?”
Sharmi continued with a mischievous smile. 

“Yeah, I know this couple… but they pretend they are not a real couple for some reasons. And there’s a secret I want to tell.”

Nikitha was stunned. Does Sharmi know? Her palms felt cold. She tried to keep her face neutral. “Whom are you referring to?”
Sharmi shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I want to be a secret keeper, not a whistleblower.”

Sharmi continued: What's more fascinating about this couple is, they are havin sex with others, i mean, husband with some women and wife with a some men. Strange right, thrilling, such a adventurous couple. 

Nikitha’s mind raced. She forced a calm response. Nikitha was not sure whom she was referring but the scenario and reference of couple matces her and Jay.  She was not sure if Sharmi conversation has hidden agenda so she decided to speak indirectly.

Nikith asked. Whom you are referring too and did they said yourself directly?
Sharmi said no i just observe them, and almost certain this is what happening. 

Nikitha now knows the couple she refering too is almost them.. she continued with a fitting response that should shut Sharmi.  She said, “I’m not interested in others’ personal matters. Maybe you should stop poking into people’s lives and assuming stories if you haven’t heard directly from them. Maybe the couple has disagreements. Maybe they never loved each other and wanted a new life. You cannot pin a story around people you haven’t heard from directly.”

Sharmi listened carefully. Nikitha’s indirect answer almost confirmed her suspicions. They are a couple. And Nikitha herself admits they didn’t love each other and are searching for new lives. 

Nikitha said if this is what all you called me for.. then im not interested in this topic, im leaving... Nikitha stood from her chair.
But Sharmi hold her hand. Sharmi also sensed the discomfort. She decided not to push too hard yet.


Sharmi smiled innocently. “This is not why I called you, really.”
“Then?”

Sharmi leaned closer, her voice dropping. “It’s about Jay.”
Nikitha’s body tensed visibly. Her expression shifted from cautious to worried and suspicious. “What about Jay?”

Sharmi could see the reaction clearly. She decided to test her on the spot — a jealousy test to reconfirm.
She asked straight, “You have left Jay for Tharun, right?”

Nikitha was shocked by the blunt statement. “What? What are you blabbering?”
Sharmi corrected herself quickly but kept pushing. “I mean… you once had eyes on Jay, but he was with Anjali. Now I know you are with Tharun. I think you won’t feel bad if I get closer to Jay?”

The question was direct and odd. It made Nikitha boil inside. But after her heavy interaction with Tharun earlier, she was already apologetic and in the mood to stop and make the right decision — to move on she still stupidly believe what she doing is right...

Sharmi stressed, “I want to be in a relationship with Jay. Hope it’s okay for you?”
Nikitha stayed silent for a moment, her chest tight. She finally said, her voice cold, “If this is what you want, then go ahead. I don’t see Jay anymore. Jay is yours. I have nothing to do with him.”

Sharmi watched her carefully. Nikitha stood up abruptly and left the table in visible rage, her steps hurried.

Sharmi sat back, a small, satisfied smile forming on her lips. Nikitha, you fool. Can’t you see yourself that you love Jay too much?! Just wait there, baby. I will make you fight with me and prove yourself that you love him before everyone.

She challenged Nikitha silently in her mind and left the pantry, heading toward the organizing team floor. Sharmi had already decided — she would use the upcoming refreshment program as the perfect event to bring Jay and Nikitha together.