"26. Sparkling Moments"

"vo mujhme aise basti hai

Jaise Mera hi ek hissa ho

Jo main kabhi khatam na kar pau

Vo meri zindagi ka vo kissa ho"

-Fictionflare_

(Rudraksh)

(Jaldi jaldi me kuch sujha nahi, aap log hi kuch likh do)

After lunch, Ruhanika, bubbling with excitement, eagerly grabbed Rudraksh’s hand and began pulling him toward their room. Rudraksh couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm; though she held his hand tightly, it was him who was truly moving them forward, humoring her attempts to “drag” him along. He knew her little hands weren’t quite strong enough to actually pull him, but he played along, letting her lead the way as she filled the hallway with her cheerful energy. Once they reached the room, Ruhanika beamed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Rudraksh watched her with amused affection, curious about what had her so thrilled.

Rudraksh: "kya ho gaya hai betu??"

(What happened, sweetie?)

Ruhanika: "Aap jaiye na pehle ye kapde badal ke aaiye."

(First, go and change your clothes.)

Rudraksh: "Haa par baat kya hai??"

(Yes, but what’s the matter?)

Ruhanika: "Hume na bhabhi sa ne kuch sikhaya hai, unhone kaha hai aise pati aur patni kareeb aate hai, hume vo aapke sath karna hai."

(Bhabhi taught me something, she said that this is how a husband and wife become close, and I want to do it with you.)

Rudraksh's eyes widened in shock, his expression freezing as he took in the unexpected words.

Rudraksh: "K..Arna hai, k..kya k..ya karna hai betu??"

(K...You want to do wh...what with me?)

Ruhanika: "areh aap na chinta mat kijiye, hum araam se karenge, bhabhi sa ne kaha ye sab toh har pati patni me hota hi hai."

(Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow, bhabhi said this is normal between husbands and wives.)

Now, Rudraksh was even more shocked. His mind raced uncontrollably, spiraling with a flood of unsettling thoughts that he struggled to push away. Despite his best efforts, his imagination ran wild, drawing conclusions he didn’t want to face.

Rudraksh: "B..etu, ye.. ye kya keh rahi ho. Iski z..arurat nahi hai."

(S...sweetie, wh...what are you talking about? There’s no need for this.)

Ruhanika: "Areh hai zarurat aap jaiye na kapde badal ke aaiye."

(But there is! Now go and change your clothes.)

Rudraksh barely had a moment to process what had just happened. Ruhanika had firmly, yet playfully, pushed him into the closet. He stood there in shock for a moment. However, he quickly collected himself, changed into a loose shirt and sweatpants instead of his usual vest, and stepped out of the closet. He walked slowly toward Ruhanika, wanting not to rush things. But before he knew it, she came running toward him, her excitement contagious as she grabbed his hand.

Rudraksh: "Ruhhh, suno tumhe na pata nahi hai ye sab isiliye ye sab chodo tum apne dimag se nikal do."

(Ruhh... listen, you don’t understand what you’re saying. Just forget about it, okay?)

Ruhanika: "Arehhh kyu nikale apne dimag se?? Kya aap humare kareeb nahi aana chahte??"

( Why should I forget it? Don’t you want to be close to me?)

Rudraksh: "Aisi baat nahi hai betu, par is tarah se nahi."

(It’s not like that, sweetie, but not like this.)

Rudraksh gently cupped her face, his thumbs softly tracing circles on her cheeks as he looked into her eyes with a calm, reassuring gaze. His voice was steady, filled with warmth and patience as he spoke, trying to help her understand.

Ruhanika: "Is tarah se nahi matlab??"

(What do you mean by "not like this?")

Rudraksh: "Matlab tum nahi janti ye sab cheezein Ruhh, kya kaise hota hai, tumhe nahi pata hai aur main nahi chahta ki aise me humare bich matlab vo sab jaise ki mera matlab samajh rahi ho na tum??"

(I mean... you don’t know about these things, Ruhh, how or what it means. And I don’t want there to be, you know...You understand, right?)

He continued to caress her cheeks, hoping that his gentle touch and soothing words would bring her comfort and clarity.

Ruhanika: "Nahi hum nahi samajh pa rahe hai. Aur aap kya keh rahe ki hume nahi pata?? Hume pata hai bhabhi sa ne bataya hai balki hume karke dikhaya hai."

(No, I don’t understand. And what do you mean I don’t know? I do know; bhabhi explained it to me, and even showed me how.)

Rudraksh: "Whatttttttt?????"

Rudraksh nearly shouted in shock, his voice echoing in the room. The suddenness of his reaction made Ruhanika lower her eyes, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face as she sensed the intensity of his voice. Realizing the effect his tone had on her, he quickly softened, blinking a few times as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. His gaze shifted from her downcast eyes to her delicate features, and without hesitation, he gently cupped her face in his hands.

Rudraksh: "Sorry jaana, mera chillane ka irada nahi tha, aur maine gussa bilkul nahi kiya."

(I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to shout or get angry.)

Ruhanika: "Phir aap aaiye na humare sath, hum kar le hume jo karna hai, humara bahaut man hai."

(Then come here; let me do what I want to do. I really want to.)

Ruhanika looked up at him with her signature puppy-dog eyes, a playful expression that melted Rudraksh's heart. Overwhelmed and at a loss for words, he simply nodded, unable to articulate what he felt in that moment. Her smile blossomed with excitement as she clasped his hand, leading him back toward the closet. With an almost dreamy quality, Rudraksh followed her, his mind blank but his heart racing. Once inside, Ruhanika guided him to sit on the ottoman, her movements lively and full of enthusiasm.

Ruhanika: "Ab aap bas baithiye, hum aapki twacha ko nikharte hai."

(Yow, just sit down, and let me enhance your skin.)

Rudraksh's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, a deep frown forming on his forehead as he tried to comprehend what Ruhanika was saying.

Rudraksh: "Huhh??"

Ruhanika: "Haa, humne dekha hai aap apne chehre par kuch nahi lagate hai, sab humare liye le aaye hai, isiliye ab hum hi lagayenge ye sab aapko."

(Yes, I noticed you never put anything on your face, so I brought all this just for you, and now I’ll apply it myself.)

Rudraksh: "Tum iski baat kar Rahi thi??"

(This is what you were talking about??)

Ruhanika: "Haa, bhabhi sa ne kaha vo bhi bhai sa ko lagati hai, kyuki vo bhi aapke jaise hai kuch nahi lagate."

(Yes, bhabhi said she applies it to bhai-sa, too, because he’s just like you and doesn’t put anything on himself.)

Rudraksh: "Toh ab tak tum Skin care ki baat kar Rahi thi Ruhh??"

(So this whole time you were talking about skincare, Ruhh??)

Ruhanika: "Jiii, kyu aap nahi samajh paaye the??"

(Yes, why? You didn’t get it?)

Ruhanika picked up the moisturizer box and opened it. Rudraksh watched her for a few seconds, a mix of confusion and amusement bubbling inside him, until he could no longer hold back. He burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the small space. Ruhanika paused, her brow furrowing in confusion as she looked at him, clearly unsure of what was so funny. Her innocent curiosity only made his laughter grow.

Ruhanika: "Aap has rahe hai humpe?? Hum ajeeb dikh rahe hai kya??"

(Are you laughing at me? Am I looking silly?)

Ruhanika turned to the mirror, her expression shifting as she examined herself closely. She tilted her head to the side, studying her reflection with a curiosity.

Rudraksh: "Te main ki ki sochda reha, eh jandeyan hoye vi ki tusi kinne masoom ho."

(No, I was just thinking, realizing how innocent you really are.)

Rudraksh smiled warmly at Ruhanika, as he suddenly pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her. Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she felt her breath hitch at the sudden intimacy of the moment. As he nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck, Ruhanika's cheeks flushed a rosy pink, radiating warmth and shyness. She instinctively lowered her head, a shy smile breaking across her lips as she relished the closeness, her heart fluttering in response to his affectionate gesture.

Ruhanika: "Kya hua aapko??"

(What happened to you?)

Ruhanika’s voice emerged as a mere whisper, barely audible, but Rudraksh was so close that he caught every word. Her breath brushed against his skin, adding a layer of intimacy to the moment.

Rudraksh: "Kuch nahi, bhool gaya tha ki tum kitni masoom ho jaana. "

(Nothing, I just forgot how innocent you are, my dear.)

Ruhanika narrowed her eyes,  as she looked at him. With a gentle touch, she cupped his cheek which was nuzzled in her neck, her fingers brushing softly against his skin, urging him to lift his head and meet her gaze. Rudraksh, feeling her warmth and the softness of her hand, turned to look at her, his heart skipping a beat as their eyes locked.

Ruhanika: "Jaana ka matlab bataiye hume ab, aapne kaha tha aake batayenge."

(Tell me, what does "Jaana" mean? You promised you’d tell me.)

Rudraksh feigned a thoughtful expression, pretending to ponder something deep and serious while pulling her closer to him. Ruhanika's hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, resting there as she leaned in.

Rudraksh: "Ummm batana padega kya??"

(Do I have to?)

Ruhanika: "Bata dijiye na hum kitni baar puchte hai."

(Yes, please, we’ve asked so many times.)

Ruhanika let out a playful whine, her lips forming an exaggerated pout that only made Rudraksh chuckle in response. The sight of her sulking was too adorable to resist. In a spontaneous moment of affection, he playfully tapped his forehead against hers.

Rudraksh: "Jaana ka matlab hai Jaan."

(Jaan means...my life.)

Ruhanika: "Jaan??"

(My life?)

Rudraksh: "Haa meri jaan."

(Yes My love?)

Ruhanika: "jii sach me, aap jhuth nhi keh rahe na??"

(Really? You’re not lying, are you?)

Rudraksh: "Nahi Ruhh, Jaana ka matlab sach me Jaan hai, kyuki aap sohneyo ab aap Jaan ban chuki hai meri."

(No, Ruhh, "jaana" really means my love because you’re my precious one now.)

Ruhanika lowered her head, a shy smile spreading across her face as she tried to hide her blush from him. Sensing her bashfulness, Rudraksh gently lifted her chin with his finger, coaxing her to look up at him. As she met his gaze, he noticed that her eyes remained lowered, a mix of shyness and joy flickering within them.

Rudraksh: "Kya meri Ruhh sharma gayi??"

(Is my Ruhh blushing?)

Ruhanika quickly wrapped her arms around Rudraksh, burying her face in the crook of his neck. The warmth of his body enveloped her, and she felt a rush of comfort and safety in his embrace.

Rudraksh: "ahhhaaa, Ruhh sharma rahi hai."

(Ahhh, Ruhh is blushing.)

Ruhanika tightened her grip around Rudraksh, pulling him closer as if she wanted to merge their warmth completely.

Ruhanika: "Kyu sata rahe hai hume??"

(Why are you teasing me?)

Rudraksh returned her embrace with equal warmth, wrapping his arms tightly around her as he nestled her closer to him. The feeling of her soft form against him brought a sense of peace and contentment that he cherished deeply. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo, and held her as if he never wanted to let go.

Rudraksh: "Achcha nahi satata, relax."

(Alright, I won’t tease you, relax.)

Ruhanika pulled back slightly, a playful frown appearing on her face as she looked up at Rudraksh. He couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing that her expression likely meant she had another question brewing in that inquisitive mind of hers.

Rudraksh: "Hun ki hoya??"

(What now?)

Ruhanika: "Agar Jaana ka matlab Jaan hai, toh aapne hume ab tak bataya kyu nahi, hum toh na jaane kya kya sochte the."

(If "jaana" means my love, why didn’t you tell me sooner? I used to imagine all kinds of things.)

Rudraksh: "Kyuki Jaan-e-aksh, aapka vo cute sa confusing face pasand hai mujhe."

(Because, my sweet one, I love that cute, confused look on your face.)

Ruhanika: "Sidha kahiye na hume tang karna pasand hai aapko."

(Just say you like teasing me.)

Rudraksh: "Haa aap ye bhi keh sakti hai."

(You could say that too.)

Rudraksh pulled her even closer, their faces mere inches apart, and playfully rubbed his nose against hers, a smile dancing on his lips. Ruhanika's heart raced at the newfound intimacy, and she instinctively closed her eyes, surrendering to the warmth of the moment. The closeness felt both exhilarating and overwhelming, igniting a flurry of emotions within her. She was gradually developing deeper feelings for Rudraksh, and her racing hormones were certainly not making it any easier to navigate this rush of affection. Her grip tightened on his shoulders as she succumbed to the sweetness of their connection, her eyes shut tightly as if blocking out the world around them. However, sensing the intensity of the moment, Rudraksh suddenly widened his eyes in surprise. He released his hold on her waist and turned his head away.

Rudraksh: "I'm so sorry betu, main tumhe uncomfortable nahi feel.. main vo sorry."

( I’m so sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable...)

Ruhanika looked at Rudraksh, her expression softening as she shook her head gently. She reached up to cup his face with her hands, guiding him to look at her once more. The warmth of her touch sent a flutter through him, and he couldn’t help but meet her gaze.

Ruhanika: "Aapko hum kitni baar kahe ki aapka chuna hume bura nahi lagta, hum asahaj mehsoos nahi karte."

(How many times should I tell you that your touch doesn’t bother me? I don’t feel uncomfortable.)

Rudraksh: "Nahi jaana, mujhe aise tumhe Bina puche yaha is tarah ...."

(No, my love, I feel bad, doing this without asking...)

Ruhanika: "Hume bura nahi laga, ha bas thode se sharma gaye hum, aur pet me bhi halchal hone lagi.."

(It didn’t bother me; I just felt a little shy...and there’s a fluttery feeling in my stomach...)

Rudraksh couldn't help but smile at her words, a surge of warmth flooding through him as he felt her sincerity. In an instinctive gesture of affection, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist once more, pulling her close.

Rudraksh: "Achcha meri biwi pe mera aisa asar hai, aur kya kya hota hai Ruhh??"

(Ohh, so my wife feels this way around me, huh? What else happens, Ruhh?)

Ruhanika glared at Rudraksh, her lips forming an adorable pout that was hard to take seriously. The playful defiance in her eyes only made him chuckle more.

Rudraksh: "Ab maine kya kar diya??"

(What did I do now?)

Ruhanika: "sab samajh rahe hai hum, aap hume aise baaton me fasa kar aapki twacha pe kuch lagane nahi dena chahte hai na."

(I get it; you’re trying to get me talking so I don’t put anything on your face, aren’t you?)

Rudraksh chuckled, shaking his head at her adorable glare, unable to resist the urge to tease her further. With a playful glint in his eyes, he flicked his nose gently against hers.

Rudraksh: "Shuru karo Ruhh, phir mere pass bhi hai tumhare liye kuch."

(Alright, alright, go ahead, do whatever you want. I’m all yours.)

Ruhanika felt a flutter of unknown emotions stirring inside her heart, a blend of excitement and nervousness that she couldn’t quite identify. It was as if her feelings for Rudraksh were blossoming into something deeper, but the uncertainty left her momentarily bewildered. Rudraksh noticed the shift in her expression, a soft smile spreading across his face as he sensed the depth of her feelings, even if she was struggling to understand them. He felt a warmth in his chest, knowing that their connection was growing stronger with each shared moment.

Rudraksh: "Shuru karo Ruhh, phir mere pass bhi hai tumhare liye kuch."

(Go on, Ruhh, start; I have something for you too.)

She felt a surge of excitement bubbling within her, and a wide grin spread across her face as she wrapped her arms around Rudraksh's neck and asked.

Ruhanika: "Kya hai?? Bataiye"

(What is it? Tell me!)

Rudraksh: "Abhi nahi, pehle ye jo bhi karna hai tumhe vo karlo phir."

(Not now, first finish what you’re doing.)

Ruhanika: "Phir sata rahe na aap hume, bata dijiye na"

( Teasing me again? Just tell me already.)

Rudraksh: "Bata diya toh ye nhi kar paogi tum Ruhh."

( If I tell you now, you won’t finish what you’re doing, Ruhh.)

Ruhanika: "Achchaaa jii"

(Alright then!)

Rudraksh: "Jiii Ruhhh, jiii."

(Yes, Ruhh, yes.)

Both of them chuckled, sharing a moment of lighthearted joy. Ruhanika then settled herself comfortably in Rudraksh's lap, her heart fluttering at the closeness. She picked up the moisturizer and squeezed a small amount onto her fingers. She leaned in closer, carefully applying it to his face with gentle, deliberate strokes. As she smoothed the cream across his skin, Rudraksh couldn’t help but smile at the unexpected tenderness of the moment.

Ruhanika: "Ye Moisturizer hai, ise Roz savere nahane ke baad lagana hota hai, aap Roz lagaiyega isse aapki sundar twacha aur sundar rahegi."

(This is moisturizer; you have to put it on every morning after you bathe. It’ll keep your skin nice and beautiful.)

Rudraksh: "Main sundar nahi hu Ruhh, I'm handsome."

(I’m not beautiful, Ruhh, I’m handsome.)

Ruhanika: "Vo sab hum nahi jante, humare liye aap bahaut sundar hai, jab jab humari Nazar aap par jaati hai, hume lagta hai hum sadiyon isi tarah aapko nihaar sakte hai."

(I don’t know about all that, but to me, you’re beautiful. Every time I look at you, I feel like I could gaze at you forever.)

Rudraksh felt a rush of warmth flood his cheeks as he blushed, a playful embarrassment creeping in at the unexpected attention. Ruhanika couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, the sound light and infectious.

Rudraksh: "Has rahi ho mujhpe??"

(Are you laughing at me?)

Ruhanika: "Ji nahi, vo aapki daadhi humare hathon me chubhi bhi aur gudgudi jaisi lagi."

(No, it’s just... your beard felt prickly and ticklish in my hands.)

Both of them burst into laughter at Ruhanika's reasoning, the infectious joy of the moment enveloping them.

Rudraksh: "Shave kar du??"

(Should I shave it?)

Ruhanika: "Nahi nahi, aap rehne dijiye ise, isme aap aur sundar lagte hai."

(No, no, leave it; you look even more beautiful with it.)

Rudraksh: "Sundar nahi handsome Ruhh."

(Not beautiful, handsome, Ruhh.)

Ruhanika: "Nahi aap Sundar hi hai bas."

(Nope, beautiful, that’s all.)

He chuckled softly, shaking his head at her unwavering stubbornness. Ruhanika was completely engrossed in her task, diligently applying various products on his face while animatedly explaining everything she had learned from Savisha. She perched comfortably on his lap, her focus unwavering.  While he listened intently to her every word, his attention was drawn more to her features than to the beauty regimen itself. To him, Ruhanika was the epitome of beauty. Her sparkling eyes glimmered with excitement, reflecting the joy of being in his presence. He couldn't help but marvel at how her radiance seemed to shine brighter whenever they were together. As Ruhanika animatedly talked, Rudraksh couldn't help but be mesmerized by her every movement. He noticed her lips forming words, the way her cheeks flushed a soft pink from their closeness, and how her nose scrunched adorably when she encountered something she didn't quite understand. Her dimples deepened whenever she smiled with excitement, making her even more irresistible. Then his gaze fell upon the small mole on her neck, drawing him in like a magnet. Lost in the moment, he gently cupped her neck, his fingers brushing softly against her skin as he caressed the mole. Ruhanika paused mid-sentence, her eyes fluttering shut at his tender touch.  Rudraksh looked at her face, taking in the sight of her shy pink cheeks and the way her lips curved into a gentle smile. A warmth spread through his chest, a rush of emotions swirling within him. In that instant, he felt an overwhelming wave of love wash over him—a deep, profound affection that made everything else fade into the background. It was a moment he wanted to cherish forever, one filled with tenderness and unspoken promises.

Rudraksh: "Ruhhh"

Ruhanika: "Jiii"

(Yes)

Rudraksh: "Can I kiss you??"

She looked at him in confusion, tilting her head slightly to the side as if trying to decipher the thoughts swirling in his mind.

Ruhanika: "Vo toh aap humesha karte hai, toh puch kyu rahe hai??"

(You always do, so why are you asking this time?)

Rudraksh: "On your cheeks jaan-e-aksh."

Ruhanika was bewildered by the warmth spreading through her cheeks, turning them into an even deeper shade of pink. Despite her confusion, a radiant smile lingered on her face, showcasing her adorable dimples that deepened with every passing moment. She lowered her eyes shyly, feeling both flustered and exhilarated by the close proximity. Her fingers instinctively tightened around his collar.

Ruhanika: "Jiii"

(Yes)

From her flushed cheeks and bright expressions, Rudraksh could tell that Ruhanika was perfectly fine, her comfort evident even in her silence. He had grown to understand her so deeply that even the slightest change in her demeanor spoke volumes to him. However, despite his intuition, he felt the need to confirm her feelings. With a gentle smile, he lifted her chin with his finger, encouraging her to meet his gaze.

Rudraksh: "Koi zabardasti nahi hai Ruhh, agar tum nahi chah...."

(There's no pressure, Ruhh, if you don’t wan...)

Ruhanika: "Hume pata nahi hai, par hum chahte hai ki aap vo a...ap, hume va..ise vo Sne...sneh jataye, hum bhi toh karte hai."

(I don’t know, but I want you to... show me that love, like the way I do.)

Now her face was a vibrant shade of red, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of shyness and excitement. The smile on her lips was radiant, lighting up his entire world like the sun breaking through clouds after a storm. In that moment, Rudraksh felt an overwhelming wave of love wash over him. The woman sitting on his lap was not just a fleeting presence; she was his everything—the one he longed to cherish for a lifetime, someone he could gaze at forever. Lost in the depths of her eyes, he gently cupped her cheeks with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly against her soft skin, while his other hand secured her waist. He leaned in closer, feeling the warmth radiating from her body, and slowly placed his lips on her cheek. The moment his lips touched her skin, she instinctively closed her eyes tightly, her breath quickening as a rush of emotions surged through her. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, anchoring herself as a mixture of thrill and vulnerability enveloped her.

Rudraksh kept his lips pressed against her cheek for several lingering seconds, savoring the warmth and softness of her skin. It felt like an eternity wrapped in that gentle moment. When he finally pulled back, he took a moment to admire her expression—the way her smile danced on her lips and the delightful flush that colored her cheeks. A sense of happiness bubbled within him, prompting a tender smile of his own.

Feeling playful and wanting to bask in the magic of the moment a little longer, he turned her face slightly and pressed a soft kiss to her other cheek. This time, her entire face turned an even deeper shade of crimson, the warmth radiating from her making his heart swell. After a few seconds, he pulled back again, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace settle in his heart.

Rudraksh gazed at her, cherishing the beauty of the moment, and with a gentle smile, he leaned down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes of his affection, conveying a promise of protection and unwavering support that he wanted her to feel deep within her heart.

Rudraksh: "Ruhhh, betu meri taraf dekho toh."

(Ruhh, look at me for a moment.)

Ruhanika slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze, feeling a rush of warmth wash over her. The immense love reflected in his eyes was almost overwhelming, so deep and genuine that she found it hard to withstand such intensity. Unable to hold back the fluttering in her heart, she quickly hugged him. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she inhaled his comforting scent, feeling safe and cherished. Rudraksh couldn't help but smile at her reaction; he tightened his hold around her, feeling her heartbeat against his chest. With gentle strokes, he rubbed her back, conveying unspoken reassurance and affection. I

Rudraksh: "kya ho gaya meri Ruhh ko??"

(What’s going on with you, Ruhh?)

Ruhanika: "Hum aapki aakhon me nahi dekh paaye, hume sharam aa gayi. Hume na jaane bheetar ajeeb sa laga, par man me Khushi huyi, hume aapki aakhon me sneh aur lagav nazar aaya, aur aage hum dekh hi nahi paaye, sharma gaye."

(I couldn’t look into your eyes; I felt shy. I felt something strange inside, but there was happiness too. I saw affection and warmth in your eyes, and after that, I couldn’t look anymore... I just felt shy.)

Rudraksh continued to gently rub her back, savoring the quiet closeness they shared. With a soft smile, he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her head, letting his lips linger there for a moment. Feeling the kiss, Ruhanika nestled even closer, her fingers gently clutching his shirt as if she never wanted to let go. Her heart felt full, surrounded by the comfort of his embrace. Rudraksh closed his eyes, appreciating the peaceful moment, knowing that he was exactly where he wanted to be—with her, holding her close.

Rudraksh (In his mind): "Ye sneh, lagav se zyada hai Ruh, meri aakhon me pyaar hai tumhare liye, jo main tumhe batana chahta hu par us din jis din mujhe ye baat tumhe samjhani na pade."

( Ruh, it's more than just affection and warmth. What you’re seeing in my eyes is love. I want to tell you this, but only on the day I don’t have to explain it.)

Ruhanika: "Bataiye na ye kaise ehsaas hai?"

(Can you tell me what this feeling is?)

Rudraksh: "It's okay jaana, ye toh normal hai, zyada mat socho."

(It’s okay, darling. It’s completely normal; don’t overthink it.)

Ruhanika pulled back slightly, her eyebrows knitting together as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and gentle confusion.

Ruhanika: "kya aisa sabke sath hota hai??"

(Does this happen to everyone?)

Rudraksh: "Haa matlab may be mostly sabke sath."

(Yes, mostly to everyone, I guess.)

Ruhanika: "Toh kya jab koi apni patni ko aise gaalon par kissie karte hai toh sab patniyo ko sharam aati hai??"

(So, does every wife feel shy when her husband kisses her on the cheek?)

Rudraksh chuckled softly at her innocent question, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Leaning in, he gently flicked his nose against hers, a playful gesture that made her cheeks flush and brought a shy smile to her lips.

Rudraksh: "Mujhe kaise pata hoga Ruhh, main patni toh nahi hu na?"

(How would I know, Ruhh? I’m not a wife, am I?)

Ruhanika giggled, the sound soft and sweet, filling the space between them with warmth. Rudraksh’s smile deepened as he lifted his hand to gently caress her cheek, his thumb tracing small, comforting circles on her soft skin.

Ruhanika: "Par aapko toh sab pata hota hai na."

(But you seem to know everything!)

Rudraksh: "Offo betu, ab chodo ise tumhare sawaal khatam nahi honge."

(Oh, dear! Let’s drop this now; your questions are never-ending.)

Ruhanika: "Areh lekin...."

(But...)

Rudraksh: "Shhhhh Ruhhh"

Rudraksh gently requested her to quiet down, and with a playful pout, she instantly fell silent, her lips pressed together as she looked at him. He continued to softly caress her cheek, but suddenly her eyes widened on realising something.

Ruhanika: "Hey humare Shiv ji, ye kya hua."

(Oh Lord Shiva, what happened?)

Seeing her sudden reaction, Rudraksh's expression shifted to one of concern. He stood up immediately and reached out, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. His brows furrowed slightly as he looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of what might have caused her discomfort.

Rudraksh: "Kya hua betu??"

(What happened, darling?)

Ruhanika looked up at him, and took his hand in hers, softly caressing it.

Ruhanika: "Hum kabse aapke pairon par baithe hai, aapko dard ho raha hoga na??"

(I’ve been sitting on your lap for so long... you must be in pain!)

With a concerned look in her eyes, Ruhanika asked, her voice was soft, filled with genuine worry for him. Rudraksh smiled warmly at her, his heart swelling at her caring nature. To reassure her, he lightly tapped her head with a playful grin.

Rudraksh: "Le deke 10 kilo ki ho tum, kya dard hoga mujhe??"

(You’re barely ten kilos! Why would I feel any pain?)

Ruhanika’s expression changed instantly as she frowned, her lips forming a playful pout that clearly indicated her mock offense.

Ruhanika: "Aap kehna chahte hai hum bahaut patle hai??"

(Are you saying I’m too thin?)

Rudraksh: "Haa toothpick jitni, ruko tumhe kuch waqt me khila pila ke sahi karta hu main."

(Yes, like a toothpick. Wait, I’ll feed you well and fix this in no time.)

Rudraksh couldn't resist the opportunity to tease her further. With a playful glint in his eyes, he turned on his heel and began walking out of the closet.

Ruhanika: "Akkshhhhh."

Ruhanika’s annoyance bubbled to the surface as she called out to him, “Akshh!” Her voice held a mixture of frustration and determination, causing Rudraksh to pause in his tracks. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to sweep her into his arms, to comfort her and let her know everything would be okay. But today, he had a different plan. He wanted to tease her, to coax out the myriad of emotions that lay buried within her heart. Rudraksh understood that merely asking her to share her feelings would make her retreat into her shell, hesitant and guarded. Instead, he aimed to create a space where she could express herself freely, where laughter and playful banter could pave the way for deeper conversations. With that in mind, he turned away from her, feigning nonchalance. Sensing an opportunity, Ruhanika quickly dashed to him, grasping his hand tightly in hers.

Ruhanika: "Kya keh ke gaye aap hume??"

(What did you just call me?)

Rudraksh: "Toothpick jaana, toothpick bola, ab aao mere sath."

( Toothpick, darling, I called you a toothpick. Now come with me.)

Rudraksh took hold of her hand, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he began to gently pull her toward the bed.

Ruhanika: "Bahaut satate hai aap hume."

(You tease me so much!)

Ruhanika crossed her arms and pouted, her brows furrowing in mock annoyance as she voiced her complaints about Rudraksh. Rudraksh couldn’t help but chuckle at her adorable expression. He gently guided her to sit down on the bed before taking a seat in front of her, mirroring her playful demeanor.

Rudraksh: "thik hai ab aakhein band karo nahi toh aur sataunga tumhe."

(Alright, now close your eyes, or I’ll tease you even more.)

Ruhanika frowned at Rudraksh, her curiosity piqued by his mysterious demeanor. With a playful glint in his eyes, he blinked at her and raised his eyebrows, silently signaling her to close her eyes. She obeyed, feeling the anticipation build within her. Rudraksh quietly stood up and left the room for a moment, leaving her in suspense. The soft sound of his footsteps echoed in her ears, heightening her excitement. After a brief pause, he returned, and she could sense the energy radiating from him. Gently, he took her hand, placing something small and delicate in her palm.

Rudraksh: "Haa, ab aakhein kholiye Mallika-e-Aksh."

(Okay, now open your eyes, my queen.)

Ruhanika slowly opened her eyes and glanced down at her hand, her heart racing with anticipation. There, nestled in her palm, was a vibrant green cone. Instantly, her eyes sparkled with excitement, a wide grin breaking across her face. She couldn’t contain herself and let out a small squeal, bouncing slightly in place as joy radiated from her. Rudraksh couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm, the sight of her sheer delight bringing a smile to his face. It was moments like these that filled him with warmth, watching her light up over something so simple yet meaningful.

Ruhanika: "Kya ..kya kya ye Mehendi hai??"

(What... what is this? Mehendi?)

Rudraksh reached out and gently flicked her nose with his finger, a playful glint in his eyes.

Rudraksh: "Haan ji Mallika-e-Aksh, Ye mehendi hai, vo kya hai na shayad meri Ruhh ko laga vo mujhe kahegi nahi toh mujhe pata nahi chalega."

(Yes, my queen. This is mehendi. Maybe my Ruhh thought that if she didn’t tell me, I wouldn’t know.)

Ruhanika gazed at Rudraksh, her eyes filled with pure affection and admiration. It was as if she was seeing him in a new light, noticing every small gesture, every smile, and feeling warmth swell in her heart. Her expression softened as she took in his familiar face, appreciating just how much he meant to her.

Ruhanika: "Aapko kaise pata chala??"

(But how did you find out?)

Rudraksh: "Movie me ise hi dekh ke apne haathon ko dekh rahi thi na??"

(You were looking at your hands after seeing it in the movie, weren’t you?)

Ruhanika nodded softly, a warm smile spreading across her face as she looked at Rudraksh. Her eyes sparkled with a quiet happiness, and she seemed completely at peace in that moment.

Rudraksh: "Par main naraz hu tumse, tumne mujhe khud kyu nahi bataya ki tumhe Mehendi lagani hai??"

(But I’m upset with you. Why didn’t you tell me directly that you wanted mehendi?)

Rudraksh crossed his arms over his chest, casting his gaze to the side in an exaggerated display of annoyance. He was merely pretending to be upset, but Ruhanika, his spirited woman, wasn't about to let him maintain that facade for long. With a playful determination, she launched herself at him, and before he could fully process what was happening, they both tumbled onto the bed- Rudraksh landing on his back with Ruhanika atop him.

Before he could gather his thoughts, Ruhanika began peppering kisses across his face, her laughter ringing out like music. Each kiss ignited a rush of warmth within him, and he felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at her, his heart racing. She noticed his flushed expression and giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief and joy. In that moment, all traces of annoyance vanished, replaced by the pure delight of being lost in her infectious energy.

Ruhanika: "Ab toh hume maaf kar denge na?? Dekhiye aap sharma rahe hai."

(You’ve forgiven me now, right? Look, you’re blushing.)

Rudraksh slowly opened his eyes, taking in Ruhanika's radiant face glowing with joy. Rather than shy away from the moment, a playful smirk spread across his lips as a mischievous idea sparked in his mind. In an instant, he flipped their positions, now hovering over Ruhanika, his frame casting a shadow over her.

Just as she had done moments before, he wasted no time in showering her face with kisses, playfully avoiding her lips. Each gentle press of his lips against her skin sent shivers down her spine, and he couldn't help but notice her cheeks flush deeper shades of crimson. She was utterly adorable, a blushing mess beneath him.

With a tender final kiss on her forehead, he pulled back slightly, allowing Ruhanika to open her eyes and meet his gaze. They were so close now, the air around them thickening with an undeniable tension, the temperature rising as a whirlwind of emotions swirled between them. The space was charged with a warmth that felt both exhilarating and new, igniting a spark of something deeper.

As Rudraksh leaned closer, he felt the warmth radiating from Ruhanika, intoxicating him with a sense of closeness that made his heart race. Her fingers caressed his neck, pulling him even closer, and in that moment, he could sense her unspoken invitation. Ruhanika was lost in a haze of emotions, unaware of the depth of her feelings, yet she didn't want to pull away.

Just as he reached her face, he buried his nose into the delicate curve of her neck, inhaling her sweet, floral scent. It was a tender gesture, one that spoke volumes of his affection and respect for her boundaries. He knew he should tread carefully, especially since she was still discovering her own feelings. Ruhanika, without fully realizing it, rubbed his back gently, her touch soothing and instinctive. It calmed him in the most comforting way, and he could feel the tension in his body ease under her gentle caress. The world around them faded into nothingness as they surrendered to this intimate moment, lost in each other's presence, a fragile yet profound connection blossoming between them.

Ruhanika: "Aapne maaf kar diya ya phir hum phir se aapko kissiya de??"

(Did you forgive me, or do I need to kiss you again?)

Rudraksh stared at her in shock, clearly taken aback by her sudden display of affection. Ruhanika, seeing his surprised expression, burst into giggles, unable to contain her amusement. Her laughter was so infectious that Rudraksh couldn't help but join in. He chuckled, shifting to lie down beside her, their laughter mingling as they relaxed together on the bed. In that moment, all his pretend annoyance vanished, replaced by a warmth and joy that only she could bring out in him.

Rudraksh: "Ek number ki nautanki ho tum."

(You’re a complete drama queen!)

Ruhanika: "Ji kya??"

(What did you say?)

Rudraksh: "Ji Kuch nahi."

(Nothing)

Rudraksh shifted, propping himself up on his elbow, his head resting comfortably in his palm as he looked at Ruhanika with a soft smile. His gaze held a mix of affection and admiration, taking in her expressions as she lay beside him.

Rudraksh: "Achcha betu, Mehendi lagani aati hai tumhe??"

(Tell me, darling, do you know how to apply mehendi?)

Ruhanika sat back on the bed with a slight pout, crossing her arms as she looked at Rudraksh, her eyes filled with sadness. Rudraksh couldn’t help but chuckle at her adorable expression as he sat in front of her, mirroring her position.

Ruhanika: "Humne pehle kabhi nahi lagayi, hume aata hi nahi hai par hume lagana hai, haathon me kitni Sundar lagti hai ye par hum kya kare hume aata hi nahi."

(I’ve never done it before. I don’t know how, but I want to do it. It looks so beautiful on the hands, but I just don’t know how to apply it myself.)

Seeing her sudden sadness, Rudraksh’s heart softened instantly—he couldn’t bear to see her upset. With a warm smile, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small item, holding it up in front of her. Ruhanika’s eyes sparkled with excitement the moment she recognized it, and a wide grin spread across her face. Without hesitation, she reached out and took it eagerly, her earlier sadness forgotten as she admired the little gift in her hands.

Ruhanika: "Chudiyaaaa"

(Bangles)

Rudraksh couldn’t resist the adorable sight of her smile, her dimples on full display. Gently, he reached over and poked her dimples, chuckling as she playfully swatted his hand away, still grinning.

Rudraksh: "Haan jii Chudiya, vo kya hai Meri Ruhh ke mehendi wale haathon me Chudiya bhi toh honi chahiye na."

(Yes, bangles. My Ruhh’s hands adorned with mehendi should also have bangles, right?)

Rudraksh noticed the sparkle in Ruhanika's eyes when she first saw the vibrant red bangles he had bought for her, each one delicately crafted and jingling softly as they moved. She gently touched them, the joy evident on her face—until, just as suddenly, her smile faded, replaced by a shadow of sadness.

Rudraksh: "Hun ki hoya betu?"

(What happened, darling?)

Ruhanika: "Hume aata hi nahi Mehendi lagane toh phir kaise??"

(I don’t know how to apply mehendi, so how will I?)

Rudraksh: "Ruko Ruhhh, main dekhta hu Mehendi kaise lagate hai phir tumhe laga dunga."

(Wait, Ruhhh. I’ll look up how to apply mehendi, and then I’ll do it for you.)

Ruhanika: "Aap lagayenge??"

(You’ll do it?)

Rudraksh: "Haa kyu"

(Yes, why not?)

Rudraksh picked up his phone and opened YouTube, ready to find some videos. As he settled onto the bed, he felt Ruhanika nestle close beside him, her small hand wrapping around his bicep. Her touch was warm and comforting, sending a wave of contentment through him.

Ruhanika: "Ladke bhi ye sab kar sakte hai??"

(Can men even do this?)

Rudraksh: "Ladkon ka pata nahi, par main toh kar sakta hu meri Biwi, Meri Ruhh ke liye."

(I don’t know about other men, but I can do anything for my wife, my Ruhh.)

Ruhanika smiled brightly, her gaze fixed on Rudraksh with an abundance of admiration. The warmth between them was palpable as they spent time together, laughter filling the air as they watched a few entertaining videos. Eventually, Rudraksh decided to take a creative turn and applied a simple yet elegant mehendi design on Ruhanika’s hand.

As he carefully traced the intricate patterns, Ruhanika felt a flurry of butterflies dancing in her stomach. Each stroke of the mehendi felt like a gentle caress, and she couldn't help but smile wider, completely immersed in the moment. The way Rudraksh focused intently on his task, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration, made her heart flutter even more. She cherished every second, appreciating not only the artistry he was creating but also the intimacy of their shared experience. It was a moment of pure joy, filled with the kind of warmth that lingered long after the mehendi was applied.

Rudraksh: "Achcha Ruhh, ab ise sukhne do thik hai, phir hum ispe oil dalenge, usse colour achcha aata hai."

(Okay, Ruhh, let it dry now, alright? Then we’ll apply oil on it, which will bring out a good color.)

Ruhanika admired her henna-adorned hands, a broad grin spreading across her face as she nodded enthusiastically, completely taken with the intricate designs. The day had been blissful, spent wrapped in each other's warmth, her voice filling the room with stories and laughter while Rudraksh listened intently, his gaze never leaving her.

As evening approached, Ruhanika eagerly washed her hands, the rich, dark hue of the henna gleaming against her skin. With a sense of excitement, she showed her hands to Rudraksh, who beamed with pride at how beautiful they looked. He gently slid the red bangles onto her wrists, each one jingling softly, and placed tender kisses on her hands, admiring the deep color that symbolized their bond.

Feeling elated, they made their way downstairs together. Just as Rudraksh began descending the stairs, Ruhanika's eyes lit up when she spotted Rishwik and Ashvik in the living room, engaged in their usual playful banter. Without hesitation, she dashed down the stairs, her excitement bubbling over as she ran toward them, her laughter echoing through the house.

Ruhanika: "Rishi Bhaiiii, Ashu Bhaiiii"

Ruhanika shouted with pure excitement and dashed toward Ashvik and Rishwik, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Rudraksh: "Ruhhh sambhal ke bhaago mat betu."

(Ruhhh, be careful, don’t run around!)

Still running towards them, Ruhanika's infectious enthusiasm caught the attention of everyone around. Her playful spirit made Ashvik chuckle, and Rishwik exchanged knowing glances with him, both unable to hide their smiles. As she reached them, Ruhanika extended her arms, beaming with excitement.

Ruhanika: "Bhaii ye dekhiye, Aksh ne hume mehendi lagayi hai. Pyaari rachi hai??"

(Brother, look! Aksh applied mehendi on me! Isn’t it lovely?)

Rudraksh's eyes widened in surprise. The sudden change in his demeanor caught the attention of Ashvik and Rishwik, who paused their playful bickering and turned their focus toward him and smirked.

Rudraksh: "Ye mujhe Mafia position se dhakke maar nikalwa ke maanegi."

(She’ll definitely have me kicked out of my mafia position one day.)

Rudraksh muttered to himself, casting a pointed glare at his brother and best friend, who immediately fell silent, sensing the storm brewing in his eyes. The entire day had been a whirlwind of Ruhanika excitedly showing off her henna to anyone and everyone, and he couldn’t help but feel that his mafia reputation was slipping away amidst the joyous chaos. He mentally kicked himself for not asking her to keep it under wraps, but deep down, he knew it didn’t matter.

What truly mattered was Ruhanika's happiness; her eyes sparkled with joy all day long, lit up by the simple pleasure of her Mehendi and the vibrant red bangles adorning her wrists. They were tokens of their love, and watching her radiate happiness was worth any damage to his tough-guy facade.

Later that evening, Ruhanika had playfully insisted that he feed her dinner, convinced that her henna would smudge if she tried to do it herself. He wasn't foolish enough to deny her request; he happily obliged, taking joy in every bite he offered her. Their laughter and teasing filled the air, making the ordinary dinner feel special.

As the day came to a close, they found solace in each other’s arms, drifting into a peaceful sleep, hearts full and minds at ease, wrapped in the warmth of their shared love and the promise of many more joyful moments to come.

Next day,

In a cozy cafe, Ashvik sat confidently in a sleek black shirt, neatly tucked into crisp white pants that accentuated his tall frame. A silver watch gleamed on his wrist, and he paired the look with polished black shoes and stylish black shades, exuding an air of effortless cool.

Opposite him, a girl sat with a dreamy gaze, completely captivated by his presence. Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she studied him, taking in every detail of his composed demeanor. However, Ashvik remained oblivious to her gaze, his irritation apparent as he focused on his phone, scrolling through messages with a furrowed brow.

Ashvik: "Bologi kyu bulaya hai??"

(Why did you call me?)

Girl: "Aapko nahi pata??"

(You don’t know?)

Ashvik: "Dekho ye time pass karne bulaya toh achcha nahi hoga, bahaut kaam hai mujhe tumhari bakwas sunne ke alawa."

(Look, if you called me just to waste time, it won’t end well. I have a lot of work besides listening to your nonsense.)

Girl: "Mujhe aapko dekhne ka man tha toh maine bula liya, aur na zyada baniye mat aap, mere ek baar kehte hi aap aa bhi toh gaye na."

(I just wanted to see you, so I called you. And don’t act too proud—you came as soon as I asked, didn’t you?)

The girl took a playful sip of her chocolate milkshake, savoring the rich flavor as she glanced at Ashvik, a mischievous smile creeping onto her lips. With a quick wink aimed directly at him, she tried to capture his attention, hoping to break through his cool facade. However, Ashvik simply averted his gaze, and the girl couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction.

Girl: "Kya hua mera charm resist nahi ho raha hai kya sugarpieee"

(What happened? Can’t resist my charm, sugarpie?)

Ashvik let out a resigned sigh, finally breaking his focus from the phone screen to look at the girl across from him. He reached out, taking her hands in his, his touch gentle. As he caressed her hands, a warmth spread between them, softening his earlier irritation. The girl’s smile widened, her heart fluttering.

Ashvik: "Bachcha tum samajh kyu nahi rahi ho?? Jo tum chahti ho vo nahi ho sakta hai."

(Baby, why don’t you understand? What you want can’t happen.)

The girl's smile vanished in an instant, and she quickly pulled her hands back, a mix of surprise and uncertainty flickering across her face.

Girl: "Har baar yahi kehte hai aap, akhir kyu nahi ho sakta?? Main pasand nahi hu aapko?? Kya main achchi nhi hu, achchi nahi dikhti??"

(You say that every time. Why not? Don’t you like me? Am I not good enough? Am I not attractive?)

Ashvik: "Nahi Shavi ye baat nahi, bachcha tum janti ho na I don't have a surname, I don't know anything from where do I belong, I don't even know who were my parents, I'm an orphan and you, you mera bachcha tum ek bahaut reputed family se ho, main nahi chahta ki tumhe koi bhi takleef ho aur is rishte se tumhe sirf takleef hogi."

(No, Shavi, that’s not it. Kid, you know I don’t have a family name, I don’t know where I come from, and I don’t even know who my parents were. I’m an orphan, and you… you’re from a very respected family. I don’t want you to suffer, and this relationship will only bring you pain.)

The girl's eyes glistened with unshed tears, the emotions swirling within her suddenly becoming too overwhelming to contain. She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the wave of feelings that threatened to spill over.

Girl: "It's Ms. Akshavi Rajshri for you. Jab aap mujhe apna loge tab Shavi bulana."

(It’s Ms. Akshavi Rajshri to you. You can call me Shavi when you accept me.)

Ashvik: "Ye kabhi nahi hoga samajh kyu nahi rahi ho tum."

(That will never happen. Why don’t you understand?)

The tears that Akshavi had been desperately holding back finally slipped down her cheeks, glistening like tiny diamonds in the cafe's warm light.

Akshavi: "Main toh samajh jaungi, par apne dil ko nahi samjha paungi. Aapko shayad dikhta nahi hai meri aakhon me pyaar, meri hi galti hai thik hai main nahi aaungi ab aapke pass, bas yaad rakhiyega ki mujhe farak nahi padta aapke background se, aur humesha intezaar karungi aapka."

(Maybe I can make myself understand, but I can’t make my heart accept it. Perhaps you don’t see the love in my eyes. Maybe that’s my fault. Fine, I won’t come to you anymore. Just remember, I don’t care about your background, and I’ll always be waiting for you.)

Ashvik: "Mat karo, tumhe hi takleef hogi."

(Don’t wait. You’ll only get hurt.)

Akshavi: "Aapko kya farak padta hai sugarp..... Mr. Ashvik, aap meri chinta mat kijiye main intezar kar lungi par ab main aake samne kabhi nahi aaungi, aapko aana hoga Varna main khush hu apne ek tarfa pyaar me."

(What does it matter to you, sugarpie—Mr. Ashvik? Don’t worry about me; I’ll manage the wait. But I won’t come in front of you anymore. You’ll have to come to me. Otherwise, I’m content with my one-sided love.)

Ashvik turned his face away, a rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm him as he fought back his own tears. He didn’t want Akshavi to see his vulnerability, especially after her own heart had just been laid bare. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on him, and he needed a moment to collect himself. Meanwhile, Akshavi, feeling a mix of sadness and frustration, gathered her belongings with shaky hands. The silence between them felt thick, and she stood up, her heart aching as she prepared to leave.

Akshavi: "Aapki nazaro me dekhe bina bhi aapke dil ka haal dekh sakti hu, afsos aap toh meri aakhon me dekh ke bhi mere dil ka haal nahi jaan paaye. Good bye Mr. Ashvik."

(Without even looking into your eyes, I can see what’s in your heart. Too bad you couldn’t read my heart even after looking into my eyes. Goodbye, Mr. Ashvik.)

Akshavi walked away, tears streaming down her cheeks, each step feeling heavier than the last. Her heart ached, and she felt a mix of sadness and disappointment as she glanced back one last time. Ashvik stood rooted to his spot, his eyes fixed on her retreating figure, filled with regret and a sense of helplessness.

Ashvik: "Sorry bachcha, jaanta hu tumhare dil ka haal, par nahi dekh paunga tumhe dukh me, aur tumhare liye yahi sahi hai."

(I’m sorry, kid. I know your heart, but I can’t bear to see you in pain. This is what’s best for you.)

He kept looking in the direction where she had vanished, his heart sinking with each passing moment.  The guilt weighed heavily on him, a suffocating reminder of his actions, and the longing to have her back was almost unbearable. The emptiness in his heart grew more pronounced, like a hollow void that echoed with memories of their time together.

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Happy Diwali, everyone! Here’s your Diwali gift! 💖💖

There might be a few errors, as I was writing until 1:30 AM and edited on my phone instead of my laptop.

First of all, apologies to everyone who asked for an update and I said I wouldn’t—wanted to keep it a surprise!😉

As many of you mentioned you’re students, I’ve decided not to shift the story to ScrollStack. I’m now writing for myself and for my true readers.

This is a sweet chapter, as I didn’t want anyone shedding tears on Diwali.

This one includes Ashvik’s story because of his connection to Rudraksh, so please don’t consider it as a multi-couple story.

No target for today—it’s my gift to you all. Enjoy!

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