"33. The Unexpected Arrival"

"jaisa chahogi vaisa banjaunga

Har saache me dhal jaunga

Har tarah se tumhara hi hu

Tumhare liye kuch bhi kar jaunga"

-fictionflare_

(Rudraksh)

Rudraksh stood in front of the mirror, carefully styling his hair with precision. He was dressed in a crisp dark blue shirt that complemented his sharp features, paired perfectly with tailored white pants that gave him an air of effortless sophistication. A sleek watch adorned his left wrist, glinting subtly under the light as he adjusted it, completing his polished and refined look.

Rudraksh: "Jaana, wallet and handkerchief nahi nikali hai tumne."

(Darling, you haven’t taken out my wallet and handkerchief.)

Ruhanika walked back into the room, her soft footsteps catching Rudraksh’s attention as he adjusted his sleeves. She was dressed in a radiant yellow anarkali suit, the flowing fabric accentuating her graceful movements. Her delicate earrings swayed with every step, and her bangles jingled softly, adding a melodic touch to her presence. As her eyes fell on Rudraksh, she sighed dramatically and facepalmed herself, shaking her head at him with a playful smile. Picking up the handkerchief and wallet that lay carelessly on the ottoman beside him, she handed them over, saying.

Ruhanika: "Humne nikala tha aap hi dhyaan nahi dete."

(I did, but you don’t notice anything.)

Rudraksh smiled warmly as he set the hairbrush back on the vanity, his gaze shifting to Ruhanika, who was still fussing with the drape of her dupatta. Unable to resist the moment, he gently took her hand and pulled her closer. She looked at him, slightly surprised, but didn’t resist. He turned her gently to face the mirror, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his chin lightly on her shoulder.

Their reflections in the mirror painted a perfect picture of intimacy and love—Ruhanika in her vibrant yellow anarkali glowing like sunshine, and Rudraksh, in his sharp attire, looking every bit the protective and adoring partner. He kissed the side of her head tenderly, the warmth of his lips making her close her eyes momentarily. Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink as she placed her hand over his, which rested protectively on her stomach.

Rudraksh: "Tumse dhyaan hatega toh kisi aur cheez pe dhyaan dunga na"

(How can I notice anything else when I can’t take my eyes off you?)

Ruhanika's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she lowered her head, her heart racing at the intimate moment. Rudraksh, sensing her shyness, nuzzled his face against the soft curve of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. The gentle, affectionate gesture made her feel a wave of warmth spread through her, and she instinctively leaned into him, savoring the closeness and the tenderness of the moment.

Rudraksh: "Kya meri Ruhh sharma gayi."

(Oh, is my Ruhh blushing?)

Ruhanika: "Hum kal raat se yehi toh kar rahe hai, aapki harkatein hi aisi hai hume sharam aa jati hai."

(I’ve been doing that since last night because of your actions; they make me blush.)

Rudraksh chuckled softly at her words, the sound warm and filled with affection. With a playful glint in his eyes, he gently turned her back towards him, his hands wrapping around her waist in a possessive yet loving embrace. Ruhanika, caught in the moment, placed her hand against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm.

Rudraksh: "Achcha kal raat maine kya kiya yellow, jo tum aise sharma rahi ho??"

(Really? What did I do last night, Yellow, that has you blushing like this?)

Rudraksh couldn't help but enjoy teasing Ruhanika, watching her blush with every playful remark and gesture. Her reactions were so endearing, and it made his heart swell with affection. As he observed her, she noticed that his collar was slightly askew. Without a word, Ruhanika gently reached up, her fingers brushing against his shirt as she began straightening the collar.

Ruhanika: "Vahi Jo aapne hume sikhaya nahi."

(The same thing you never taught me.)

Rudraksh couldn’t hold back his laughter as he watched Ruhanika's focused expression while she adjusted his collar. Her seriousness paired with the tender gesture had struck him as unexpectedly amusing. He laughed heartily, unable to stop himself. Ruhanika, however, pouted, her brows furrowing slightly as she shot him a playful yet annoyed look. Her expressions clearly indicated that she didn’t appreciate him laughing at her.

Ruhanika: "Ek toh sikhaya nahi, aur ab hum keh rahe hai toh has rahe hai humpe, hatiye aap bahaut satate hai hume. "

(First, you don’t teach me, and now when I mention it, you’re laughing at me. Move away, you tease me so much.)

Ruhanika moved his hands from her waist, clearly upset, and started to turn away, intending to leave. But before she could step away, Rudraksh reached out, taking her hand and pulling her gently back toward him. As she returned to his embrace, he wrapped his arms around her waist again, drawing her close. Ruhanika didn’t resist, but her pout remained, her eyes avoiding his gaze in a playful act of defiance. Rudraksh couldn’t help but smile at her stubbornness. Slowly, he cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her cheek as he gently caressed it.

Rudraksh: "Achcha I'm sorry Mallika-e-Aksh, maaf kar dijiye apne Aksh ko."

(Alright, I’m sorry, Mallika-e-Aksh Please forgive your Aksh.)

Hearing his words, a radiant smile instantly spread across her face, lighting up her features with a warmth that reflected the joy blooming in her heart.

Rudraksh: "Maaf kar diya?"

(Have you forgiven me?)

Ruhanika's lips curved into a gentle smile as she nodded in agreement.

Ruhanika: "Jii, par ab aap taiyaar ho jaiye aapko deri ho jayegi."

(Yes, but now you should get ready, or you’ll be late.)

Rudraksh: "ji nahi hogi, pehle mujhe meri biwi ko kuch sikhana hai."

(I won’t be late. First, I have to teach my wife something.)

Ruhanika: "Kya??"

(What?)

Rudraksh leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her ear as he spoke in a deep, husky voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

Rudraksh: "Vahi Jo sikhne ke liye meri biwi bahaut besabar hai."

(The same thing my wife is so eager to learn.)

Ruhanika lowered her head, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she blushed intensely, unable to meet his gaze.

Ruhanika: "Aap hume kiss karna sikhayenge??"

(Are you going to teach me how to kiss?)

Rudraksh: "Hmm Sikhogi??"

(Hmm. Want to learn?)

Ruhanika nodded with a shy smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of warmth and timidity. Seeing her endearing expression, Rudraksh leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, his gesture brimming with affection.

Rudraksh: "Just follow me, okay?"

Ruhanika: "Jiii."

(Alright.)

Rudraksh gently cupped her cheeks with one hand, his touch soft and reassuring, while his other hand rested firmly on her waist, pulling her slightly closer. His gaze locked with hers as he leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart, the air around them charged with an unspoken intensity.

Rudraksh: "May I kiss you, Jaan-e-Aksh?"

Ruhanika gave another nod, her shy smile deepening as her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink. Rudraksh smiled back at her, his gaze filled with tenderness as he moved even closer, closing the distance between them. But just as his lips were about to brush hers, Ruhanika gently placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. His brows knitted together in confusion, his eyes searching hers for an explanation, a hint of worry flickering across his face.

Ruhanika: "Kya hum bhi aapko kiss kar sakte hai Aksh??"

(Can I kiss you too, Aksh?)

Rudraksh felt a chuckle rising in his chest, but he quickly suppressed it, not wanting to spoil the tender moment they were sharing. A soft smile played on his lips as he realized what she was doing. She was following what he had taught her just yesterday—the importance of mutual consent in every step of their relationship. His heart swelled with pride and affection as he gently placed his hand over hers on his chest.

Rudraksh: "Aap hi ka hu Jaan, jo chahe kijiye Mallika-e-Aksh."

(I’m all yours, darling. Do whatever you like, Mallika-e-Aksh.)

He murmured with a warm smile, his voice filled with admiration. Ruhanika’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her heart racing as she felt the intensity of Rudraksh’s love in his words. It was as if the world around them had ceased to exist, and all that remained was the love reflected in each other’s eyes. The innocence in her gaze mirrored the deep affection in his, and in that moment, they were connected in a way that words couldn’t express.

Slowly, they both closed their eyes, surrendering to the moment. Rudraksh bent down, gently pulling her closer by the waist, his lips hovering just inches away from hers. And then, finally, he kissed her—a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes. Their love was evident in that simple touch, a love that went beyond words, beyond anything they had ever felt. It was raw, pure, and unspoken.

Rudraksh’s hand caressed her cheek, his touch soft but filled with the affection that had been growing between them for so long. Ruhanika’s hand slipped around his neck, pulling him even closer, the warmth of his body comforting her. The kiss deepened, as if both of them were pouring everything they had into it, giving pieces of their heart in every movement.

Rudraksh’s lips moved against hers with a passion that was gentle yet filled with longing. He kissed her like he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, savoring every second. Ruhanika, at first shy and unsure, began to respond in kind, her lips moving in sync with his. She mirrored every movement, her body reacting to his every touch, every kiss, as though they had always been meant to be together like this. They were lost in the moment, completely consumed by each other. Neither of them noticed when Rudraksh gently pinned her to the wall, his hands still caressing her waist, his lips never leaving hers. It was as if time itself had stopped, and all that mattered was the bond they shared.

But eventually, Ruhanika tapped gently on his chest, signaling that she needed to pull back for a moment. Rudraksh, though reluctant, obeyed, slowly withdrawing his lips from hers. Their breaths were heavy, each of them still reeling from the intensity of the moment. Rudraksh gently rested his forehead against hers, his eyes soft as he looked at her. Ruhanika, her eyes closed, was trying to compose herself, her chest rising and falling with every breath. A shy smile played on her lips, as if the depth of their connection had left her both overwhelmed and content.

Rudraksh, unable to resist, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, the warmth of his lips lingering. Without wasting a second, Ruhanika instinctively wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a tight embrace. He chuckled softly at her shy nature, feeling her heart beating against his. It was moments like these that reminded him just how deeply he loved her. The innocence and vulnerability in her made his heart swell with affection, and he couldn't help but smile, holding her even closer as they savored the intimacy of the moment.

Rudraksh: "Jaana???"

Ruhanika: "Ha haa hum sharma hi rahe hai."

(Yes, yes, I’m just blushing.)

Rudraksh couldn't help but chuckle again, his heart light with affection. He gently caressed her head, his fingers tenderly running through her hair as he leaned in closer.

Rudraksh: "Thik hai toh agli baar nahi karunga."

(Fine, then I won’t do it again.)

Ruhanika quickly pulled back just a little, her eyes meeting his with curiosity. Despite the distance, her hands remained gently wrapped around him.

Ruhanika: "Areh kyu nahi karenge?? Ab toh hum bhi thoda thoda Sikh gaye hai."

(Why won’t you? I’m starting to learn now.)

Rudraksh leaned in closer, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gently kissed the tip of her nose.

Rudraksh: "Ha toh tum Sikh gayi ho toh tum kar lena na."

(Well, since you’ve learned, you can take the lead next time.)

Ruhanika wrapped her arms around him once more, pulling him into a tight embrace as she buried her face in his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek.

Ruhanika: "Aap phir shuru ho gaye, kya mazaa aata hai aapko hume satane me??"

(There you go again. Why do you enjoy teasing me so much?)

Ruhanika pulled back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she shot him an accusing glance, her lips pursed in mock frustration. Rudraksh met her gaze, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. In a teasing gesture, he leaned forward and gently tapped her forehead with his, a soft and affectionate nudge that made her smile despite herself.

Rudraksh: "Pata nahi, par aata toh hai."

(I don’t know, but I sure do enjoy it.)

Both of them exchanged a glance, and a shared chuckle bubbled up between them, the air light with their laughter. Rudraksh then gently turned her towards the mirror, guiding her with a tender hand. As he back-hugged her, his chin rested on her shoulder, the closeness bringing a sense of calm. One hand lovingly rested on her stomach, feeling the warmth of the moment, while his other hand adjusted her appearance, smoothing a stray lock of hair or straightening her clothes with quiet care.

Rudraksh: "Jaanti ho Ruhh tum na is yellow dress me bahaut bahaut pyaari lag rahi ho, meri yellow."

(You know, Ruhh, you look absolutely stunning in this yellow dress—my Yellow.)

Ruhanika smiled softly, her heart swelling with warmth as she glanced back at him over her shoulder, still nestled in his embrace. The intimacy of the moment, the gentle way he held her, and the love in his eyes made her feel safe and cherished.

Ruhanika: "toh kya isiliye aap hume yellow bulate hai, kyuki aapko yellow rang jachta hai hum pe??"

(Is that why you call me Yellow? Because you think yellow suits me?)

Rudraksh smiled warmly as he gently guided Ruhanika to sit on the ottoman. He then lowered himself onto his knees in front of her, his eyes filled with affection. Ruhanika didn't deny him, though she had teased him about it before. She knew how he always insisted on kneeling before her, saying she was the only person he would ever do so for. His words had a sweetness to them that made her heart flutter.

Rudraksh: "yellow na vo shaqs hota hai jiske hone se zindagi me sukoon mehsus ho, jiske hone se chehre pe muskaan aa jaye, jiske liye ye dhadkane chale, jo dil ke bahaut kareeb ho... Aur mere liye vo insaan tum ho meri Ruhh."

(No, Yellow is someone whose presence brings peace, whose sight brings a smile, for whom this heart beats—someone very close to the heart. And for me, that person is you, my Ruhh.)

Ruhanika's smile softened, and a wave of emotion swept over her. Her heart ached with a quiet tenderness, realizing no one had ever made her feel so truly wanted and cherished before. The love and care Rudraksh showed her touched her deeply, and she felt a warmth she had never known. Noticing the slight glimmer of tears in her eyes, Rudraksh quickly leaned in, his face softening with concern. He knew she was on the verge of tears, and he couldn't bear to see her upset. With a gentle but playful grin, he decided to make her smile.

Rudraksh: "Ha bas tum vo nahi jo mere dil ke kareeb hai."

(But no, you’re not just close to my heart.)

Ruhanika frowned , a cute pout forming on her lips.

Ruhanika: "Kya?? Kya hum aapke dil ke kareeb nahi hai??"

(What?? Am I not close to your heart?)

Rudraksh shook his head with a playful grin, teasing her gently, though Ruhanika, in her pouting state, completely missed his intent.

Ruhanika: "Par kyu?? Hume toh rehna hai aapke din ke kareeb, aaiye hum aapko gale laga lete hai, bilkul aapke dil ke kareeb."

(Why?? I want to stay close to your heart. Come here; let me hug you tightly so I can be close to your heart.)

Ruhanika stretched her arms towards him to hug him, her pout softening into a gesture of affection, wanting the comfort of his embrace. Rudraksh chuckled softly, his heart warming at her sweet, unspoken invitation. He took her hands gently, pulling her toward him with a tender smile, his eyes soft with love.

Rudraksh: "Tum dil ke kareeb kaise ho sakti ho betu?? Jab mera pura ka pura Dil hi tum ho, hmm batao??"

(How can you just be close to my heart, sweetheart? When you are my entire heart, tell me?)

Ruhanika’s frown melted away, replaced by a soft, contented smile as she lowered her head shyly, her cheeks flushing with warmth.

Ruhanika: "Aisi meethi meethi baatein mat kiya kijiye hume bahaut zor se pyaar aa jaata hai aap pe."

(Don’t say such sweet things; they make me fall harder for you.)

Rudraksh moved closer, his gaze softening as he bent his head slightly, tilting it to catch a glimpse of her face. Ruhanika's head remained lowered, her eyes shyly avoiding his, but he could see the smile still playing on her lips.

Rudraksh: "Pyaar aata hai toh kya karogi betu?? Phir se kiss karogi mujhe??"

(And if you fall harder for me, what will you do, darling? Will you kiss me again?)

Ruhanika's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, her entire face glowing with a mix of shyness and warmth.

Ruhanika: "Dekhiye hum jante hai aapko humara sharmata chehra khoob pasand hai, par ab bas kijiye na hume tang karna."

(See? I know you love my blushing face, but stop teasing me now, please.)

Rudraksh chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection at how cute she looked, her cheeks still flushed with a shy glow. Without a word, he pulled her into a gentle hug, holding her close as he tenderly caressed her head, his fingers weaving through her hair.

Rudraksh: "Achcha thik hai nahi karta tang ab, vaise bhi mujhe der ho rahi hai meeting ke liye nikalna hai."

(Alright, fine, I’ll stop. Anyway, I’m getting late; I have to leave for a meeting.)

Ruhanika pulled back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him, a playful hint of frustration in her expression. Rudraksh, caught off guard by the sudden change, frowned in confusion, his brow furrowing as he looked at her, wondering what had caused the shift.

Rudraksh: "Ki Hoya Sohneyo??"

(What happened, sweetheart?)

Ruhanika stood up, her posture determined, and placed her hands firmly on her waist, glaring at him with a mix of mock annoyance and playful irritation. Rudraksh, however, had a hard time suppressing his giggle, his lips twitching as he tried to maintain a serious expression. He couldn’t help it—no matter how fierce her glare, Ruhanika could never truly look intimidating to him.

Rudraksh: "Ruhh, kya hua?? Kuch galat kaha maine? Jaana jaldi bolo mujhe nikalna hai deri ho rahi hai."

(Ruhh, what’s wrong? Did I say something wrong? Tell me quickly; I’m running late.)

Ruhanika: "Yahiiii, yehi jo aap aise Roz roz deri ho rahi hai karke jaldi jaldi nashta karke bhaag jate hai na, yehi nahi pasand hai hume."

(This! This habit of yours, leaving in a hurry every day after a quick breakfast, saying you’re getting late. I don’t like it.)

Rudraksh: "Offo yellow maine bataya na meeting rehti hai betu, kaam bhi zaruri hai na??"

(Oh, Yellow, I’ve told you, sweetheart, there are meetings, and work is important too, right?)

Ruhanika: "Hum nahi jante vo sab, aap chup chaap achche se nashta karenge phir hi kahi jayenge, ab chaliye humare sath Varna hum baat nahi karenge aapse"

(I don’t care about all that. You’ll have breakfast properly with me, or I won’t talk to you.)

Ruhanika took hold of Rudraksh's hand, her grip firm as she started dragging him outside with her, a determined yet playful glint in her eyes. Rudraksh smiled softly, his heart warmed by the care and strength she showed, even in the simplest of gestures. The way she took charge, yet in such a gentle manner, made him feel cherished and loved, and he couldn’t help but admire her even more in that moment.

Rudraksh: "Ye galat hai Mallika-e-Aksh, aap aise aapki shakti ka galat istemal nahi kar sakti."

(That’s unfair, Mallika-e-Aksh. You can’t misuse your powers like this.)

Ruhanika: "Hum kar sakte hai, hume shiv ji ne takat isiliye di hai."

(Oh, I can. Lord Shiv gave me these powers for a reason.)

Rudraksh chuckled softly, recalling the playful exchange they had earlier. He had been teasing her about how she threatened him not to talk to her, and her adorable, pea-sized brain had taken it literally, thinking he was talking about her physical strength. He couldn't help but laugh at how cute and innocent she was in that moment.

Ruhanika, with a playful glint in her eye, took him by the hand and led him downstairs. The family was gathered at the breakfast table, and the morning was filled with laughter and warmth as they all enjoyed their meal together.

But Ruhanika wasn't quite done yet. She didn't let Rudraksh leave for the office until he had finished two aloo parathas, insisting that he needed to eat properly before heading out. Rudraksh, although in a hurry, couldn't resist her insistence, and with a fond smile, he complied. It was moments like these-small yet meaningful-that filled his heart with gratitude for the love they shared.

Later in the evening, Kartavya, Rudraksh, and Ashvik returned home, parking their cars outside. As they stepped out, they heard strange noises coming from inside the house. The three of them exchanged confused glances before quickly running inside, eager to figure out what was going on. But as soon as they entered, the scene in front of them stopped them dead in their tracks. Their eyes went wide with shock and amusement, as if they were seeing something completely unexpected. The sight before them was so unexpected that their jaws nearly dropped.

Rudraksh: "Bhai, please mere hath pakad ke bandh do, kyunki varna eh Rishi aaj mere toh nahi bachuga."

(Brother, please tie my hands, because if you don’t, this Rishi won’t be spared.)

Kartavya: "Is harkat layi ehda pitna ta banta hai, aaj nahi bachuga eh Rishwik!"

(For this kind of behavior, he deserves a beating. Rishwik won’t get away today!)

Ashvik: "Main taan vaise hi pareshan haan is munde toh!"

(I’m already fed up with this guy!)

Rudraksh, Kartavya, and Ashvik stood frozen in the doorway, glaring at Rishwik, who was casually standing on the center table of the living room, completely oblivious to the intense looks coming his way. He was dressed in a black hoodie and white sweatpants, looking as carefree as ever. But it wasn’t just him that had caught their attention. Surrounding him were the other three—Kritika, Savisha, and Ruhanika—each wearing their respective oversized hoodies, clearly having the time of their lives. Kritika was perched on the couch, wearing Rishwik's beige hoodie paired with brown leggings, while Savisha stood on another couch, rocking Kartavya's white hoodie with black leggings. Ruhanika, as usual, was beside Savisha, comfortably tucked into Rudraksh's navy blue hoodie and white leggings. And the best part? They were all dancing—enthusiastically, and completely lost in the rhythm of "Pinky hai paise walon ki." The sight of their playful, carefree dance routine only made the three men more speechless, their glares intensifying with each passing second.

Aa aa aa...

Aa aa aa...

Bol bol rani kya chahiye

Bangla chahiye ya car chahiye

Cash chahiye mujhe cash chahiye

Cash chahiye mujhe cash chahiye

Paisa phenk tamasha dekh

Naachegi Pinky fultu late

Oye.. oye..

Arre paisa phenk tamasha dekh

Naachegi Pinky fultu late

Answer hai saare sawaalon ki

Aa.. aa.. aa..

Aa.. aa.. aa..

Rishwik, completely in his element, placed his hands behind his head, swaying his hips to the beat as he moved back and forth, fully immersed in the rhythm of the song. The others followed suit, acting as though they were throwing money on him, laughing and enjoying the moment with carefree abandon.

Rudraksh stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide in complete shock and disbelief. His gaze locked onto Ruhanika, who, wearing his navy blue hoodie, was laughing and dancing with the same carefree energy. He had never, in a million years, imagined his Ruhh—his sweet, composed, and cute wife—would be caught up in such an unexpected and hilarious moment. The sight of her letting loose in his hoodie, acting like she was throwing money on Rishwik, left him utterly speechless. He blinked a couple of times, his mind trying to process the scene before him.

Ruhanika: "Bhai bhaii Rishi Bhai, vo hum gajre ki khushbu lene ka step kare??"

(Brother, brother Rishi Bhai, can we do that step where we smell the flowers in the garland?)

Rishwik: "Jo chahe karo Angel."

(Do whatever you want, Angel.)

Ruhanika, with a playful glint in her eyes, acted as if she was wearing a gajra around her wrist, smiling as she twirled it in the air, fully immersed in the fun. The sight was so unexpected yet so charming. With a sudden burst of energy, she hopped up onto the center table, joining Rishwik in his carefree dance. She moved with an elegance mixed with a playful abandon, as if the world outside didn’t matter.

Savisha and Kritika were no less. They continued their own dance moves on the couches, matching the rhythm with perfect synchronization. Savisha was laughing and adding a little extra flair to her moves, while Kritika playfully threw her hands in the air, completely lost in the moment. The living room had transformed into an impromptu dance floor, with the girls performing with such enthusiasm that even Rudraksh, Kartavya, and Ashvik couldn’t help but stare in shock at the sight before them.

Ooh baby..

World famous hai mera glamour bada

Aaye cable connection ke jaisa maza

Arre dai de haan dai de haan dai de maza

Mera network kabhi fail hota nahi

Har mohalle mein haay mera tower khada

Bada mehanga hai network tera ho..

Rishwik, still full of energy, took his left foot back and Ruhanika, with perfect timing, stepped forward with her right foot, both of them swaying their upper bodies in sync to the beat. They mirrored each other effortlessly, adding a playful flair to their routine. As Ruhanika stepped back with her right foot, Rishwik stepped forward with his left, once again swaying their bodies in perfect rhythm, lost in the carefree fun of the moment.

Kritika, not to be outdone, bent low and then stood up with a dramatic flip of her hair, her movements smooth and fluid, adding an extra layer of confidence to the scene. Savisha, full of energy, twirled around, her body spinning gracefully as she ran a hand along her neck in an exaggerated, playful gesture, her movements sultry and dramatic, completely absorbed in the dance.

The entire scene was one of pure joy and abandon, with each of them fully enjoying the moment. But for Rudraksh, it was a mix of admiration and shock. Watching his usually composed Ruhanika move with such confidence and fun, alongside the others, was a sight he never imagined—and it made his heart race in a different way.

Shorry..

Kadkon ko loot, batte ka cheque

Naachegi Pinky fultu late

Poster hoon saari deewaron ki

Aa.. aa.. aa..

Aa.. aa.. aa..

The four of them—Rishwik, Ruhanika, Kritika, and Savisha—hopped down from the furniture, landing with exaggerated flair. In an instant, they formed a circle on the floor, continuing their wild dance. They swayed their bodies in the most eccentric, unpredictable ways, each movement more dramatic than the last. Rishwik led with an over-the-top hip swing, while Ruhanika threw her arms wide with a carefree laugh. Kritika and Savisha mirrored them with their own quirky dance moves, from bending low to spinning around with abandon, making the whole scene even more hilarious. Meanwhile, Ashvik, Rudraksh, and Kartavya stood frozen in the doorway, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief. They exchanged wide-eyed glances, mouths slightly agape as they processed the ridiculousness of what they were witnessing.

The three men—Rudraksh, Kartavya, and Ashvik—walked towards the center of the room, their eyes fixed on Rishwik, Ruhanika, Savisha, and Kritika, who were still lost in their dance. The men’s sudden approach made Rishwik glance up, catching the intense glare from them. His movements immediately slowed, he came to a halt, waiting for the reaction. Ruhanika, however, didn’t stop right away. Instead, she held onto Ashvik’s hand with a playful smile, pulling him closer as she did the same with Rudraksh, her grip firm but lighthearted.

Ruhanika: "Bhai sa, Bhaiyuu, Akshh, aaiye aap bhi humare sath Nritya kijiye bahaut mazaa aa raha hai. Rishi bhai kitne achche gaane lagate hai."

(Brother, Bhaiyuu, Akshh, come join us in the dance. It’s so much fun. Rishi Bhai plays such good songs.)

Ruhanika tugged on their hands with determination, trying to pull them along, but despite her efforts, Rudraksh and Ashvik didn't budge.

Kartavya: "Little sunshine, kab se chal raha hai ye is Rishwik ka Muj.... I mean dance??"

(Little sunshine, how long has this… um… dance of Rishwik been going on?)

Ruhanika: "Abhi toh bas 2 ghante huye hai bhai sa, tabhi toh keh rahe hai aap bhi aaiye."

(It’s only been two hours, Bhai Sa, that’s why I’m saying you all should join in.)

Ashvik, Rudraksh, and Kartavya’s eyes widened in surprise as they turned to look at Savisha, Kritika, and Rishwik, who had just lowered their heads, clearly signaling their reluctance to join. The three men shared a brief, amused glance before their attention shifted back to Ruhanika. Determined, Ruhanika gave it another try, pulling at their hands to drag them onto the dance floor. However, her efforts proved in vain, and she couldn't get them to budge. Frustrated but still adorable, she pouted, her lips turning downward as she shot them an exasperated look.

Ashvik: "Nahi teddy ab aur nahi."

(No, Teddy, not anymore.)

Ruhanika: "Bas itna hi?? Hum aur nritya nahi karenge??"

(That’s it? We won’t dance anymore?)

Rudraksh gently cupped Ruhanika's face with both hands, his touch tender and soothing.

Rudraksh: "Jaana, thakti nahi tum betu??"

(Jaana, don’t you get tired, betu?)

Ruhanika: "Nahi Akshh, humne abhi 2 ghante pehle hi toh shuru kiya tha."

(No, Akshh, we only started two hours ago.)

Rudraksh let out a soft sigh, his eyes filled with affection and a hint of amusement. Ruhanika paused, looking at him in confusion, her brow furrowed as she tried to understand the reason behind his sigh.

Kartavya: "Little sunshine, abhi hum kaam se vapas aaye hai na energy chahiye, tumhare hath ki chai ho jayegi toh sab fresh ho jayenge."

(Little sunshine, we just got back from work, so we need some energy. If we have tea made by your hands, we’ll feel fresh again.)

Ruhanika: "Hum abhi laate hai bhai sa."

(I’ll bring it right away, Bhai Sa.)

Ruhanika gave a soft smile to Kartavya, her eyes warm with kindness, before turning back to Rudraksh and she extended her hands toward him.

Ruhanika: "Ye dikhiye aapke kapde hume kitne bade hote hai, ye fold kar dijiye."

(See, your clothes are so big for me. Fold them for me, please.)

Rudraksh smiled fondly as he noticed Ruhanika's sleeves, always rolling them up whenever she wore his clothes. It had become a small but cherished habit of his, one he never minded repeating. With a tender touch, he carefully folded the sleeves for her.

Ruhanika: "Bhaiyuu aapko subah chheek aa rahi thi, hum aapke liye hot chocolate bana laye?? Humne kal hi sikha hai."

(Bhaiyuu, you were sneezing in the morning. Should I make you some hot chocolate? I learned it just yesterday.)

Ashvik: "Nahi teddy, chai hi chalegi zyada kaam nahi karo."

(No, Teddy, tea is fine. Don’t overwork yourself.)

Ruhanika nodded quickly, and before Rudraksh could react, she took off in a burst of speed, running away from him to the kitchen.

Rudraksh: "Ruhhh, jaana sambhal ke"

(Ruhhh, jaana, be careful)

Ashvik: "Teddy dheere yaar"

(Teddy, slow down)

Kartavya: "Little sunshine careful"

Rishwik: "Angel mujhe bhi le chalo."

(Angel, take me along too.)

All of them shouted in unison, a mix of concern and surprise, but by the time their voices echoed, Ruhanika was already out of sight. She giggled from a distance, clearly enjoying the playful chaos she had caused. Rudraksh, Ashvik, and Kartavya turned towards Rishwik, Savisha, and Kritika, their faces shifting to expressions of mock seriousness as they exchanged nervous glances. The sudden change in mood had them all gulping.

Kartavya: "Isha, Kriti, any explanation??"

Savisha, Kritika: "Rishi ne bola Ruhi ko achcha lagega."

(Rishi said Angel would like it.)

Rishwik: "Dagabaaz kahike"

(Traitors!)

Savisha and Kritika, pointed at Rishwik with wide grins, their eyes twinkling with mischief. Rishwik shot them a glare. Ashvik, Rudraksh, and Kartavya, sensing the playful tension, began taking slow, deliberate steps towards him, their expressions a mix of amusement and mock seriousness. Rishwik, caught off guard, started moving backward, his eyes flicking between the three of them as he realized they weren’t going to let him off easily. He was on the defensive now, but it was clear he wasn’t going to escape the teasing anytime soon.

Rishwik: "Bhai vo Angel bore ho Rahi thi isiliye."

(Brother, Angel was bored, so…)

Rudraksh: "Kal Adult scene ki movie dikhayi tune Meri Ruhh ko"

(Yesterday, you showed an adult scene on TV to my Ruhh?)

Rishwik: "Jaldi jaldi me galti se lag gayi vo movie."

(In a hurry, the wrong movie played by mistake.)

Kartavya: "Maahiya kal raat naraz thi mujhse, aur usne bataya he ghatiya idea tera tha"

(Maahiya was upset with me last night, and she told me it was your brilliant idea.)

Rishwik: "Vo toh aap busy the kaam me toh..."

(Well, you were busy with work, so…)

Ashvik: "Akshavi ke ghar ke back door ka access hai tere pass par tune mujhe ye baat nahi batayi."

(You have access to the back door of Akshavi’s house but didn’t tell me about it?)

Rishwik: "Yaar pyaar me mehnat nahi ki toh kya kiya."

(Love requires effort, doesn’t it?)

Rudraksh: "Teri sari mehnat nikalte hai aaj."

(Today, we’ll put all your effort to waste.)

Rishwik, sensing the inevitable chase coming his way, quickly reached near the couch and, with a playful grin, climbed onto it. Without a second thought, he leapt to the other side, hoping to evade capture. But just as he did, Ashvik, not missing a beat, grabbed a cushion and hurled it at him with precision, hitting him square on the head. The impact was sharp, but Rishwik didn’t even flinch—he just kept running, clearly determined not to go down without a fight.

Savisha and Kritika erupted into laughter at the sight, thoroughly entertained by the antics unfolding before them. The entire scene had turned into an impromptu comedy show, and neither of them could stop giggling at the chaos.

Meanwhile, Rudraksh, Kartavya, and Ashvik weren’t about to let him off that easily. They immediately took off, chasing Rishwik in hot pursuit. Their footsteps echoed as they sprinted after him, each of them dodging and weaving around the furniture in an attempt to catch him.

The scene was pure comedy: Rishwik darting around the room, trying to stay one step ahead, while the three men ran after him, determined not to let him escape. The playful chase only made Savisha and Kritika laugh harder, their amusement filling the room as they watched the hilarious spectacle unfold. Even though the chase had taken on a life of its own, it was clear everyone was having a blast—especially the girls, who were enjoying every moment of it. Rishwik dashed from one pillar to another, his footsteps light and quick as he tried to find a good hiding spot.

Kritika: "Bhai's ye aisi hi harkatein karta hai, pata hai abhi Ruhi se keh raha tha kal use TV pe mujra dikhayega."

(Brothers, he’s always doing things like this. Did you know, just now he was telling Ruhi he’ll show her a dance number on TV tomorrow?)

Kritika laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Rishwik dart from pillar to pillar.

Rishwik: "Pichle janam me pakka Naagin thi aap Kriti dii, isiliye is janam me itna doodh piti ho."

(You must have been a snake in your previous life, Kriti Di, which is why you drink so much milk in this life.)

Kritika shot a playful yet pointed glare at Rishwik, her eyes narrowing in mock frustration as she watched him continue to evade capture. Rishwik, clearly enjoying the chase, darted around, trying to escape his brothers' clutches. In a moment of mischievous fun, Rudraksh swiftly removed his blazer and, with a smirk, threw it in Rishwik’s direction. The blazer landed on Rishwik’s face, but with quick reflexes, he dodged it, laughing triumphantly. Rudraksh, amused but not backing down, shot him a glare in return, knowing full well that his playful actions had only earned him more of Rishwik’s cheeky grins.

Kartavya: "Aaj khair nahi teri"

(You’re not getting away today.)

Ashvik: "Main toh kehta hu ise utha ke bahar fek dete hai."

(I say we throw him out of the house)

Rishwik: "Aapke bunglow ki keys ke sath please na"

(Along with the keys to your bungalow, please?)

Ashvik, Kartavya, and Rudraksh were all hot on Rishwik’s heels, chasing him around the room with infectious energy. Rishwik, clearly loving the thrill of the game, grinned mischievously as he dodged and darted, weaving between furniture and pillars, determined to outmaneuver them. He wasn’t just trying to escape anymore—he was enjoying every moment, taunting his brothers and keeping them on their toes, making the chase even more fun.

Savisha: "Ye pagal ladka nahi sudhrega, bachcha ka bachcha hi hai."

(This crazy boy will never improve. He’s still just a kid.)

Savisha couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, her laughter echoing in the room as she watched Rishwik and Rudraksh chase each other around, the comical scene unfolding before her eyes. Just as the laughter peaked, Ruhanika walked back into the room, her eyes immediately catching the playful chase. Smiling at the sight, she placed the tea tray gently on the tea table.

Ruhanika: "Aap sab pakdam pakdayi khel rahe hai?? Humare Bina?? Hume bhi khelna hai."

(Are you all playing tag without me? I want to play too!)

Kartavya: "Sure little sunshine, iske baad hum WWE bhi khelenge."

(Sure, little sunshine. After this, we’ll play WWE as well.)

Ruhanika: "Vo kya hota hai bhaisa??"

(What’s that, Bhai Sa?)

Ashvik: "pehle is Rishwik ko pakdo Teddy, phir batate hai."

(First, catch this Rishwik, Teddy, then we’ll explain)

Ruhanika: "Jaise aap kahe."

(As you say.)

The chase had now escalated into complete chaos, and Rishwik, clearly overwhelmed, was trying his best to escape. But this time, it wasn’t just Rudraksh, Ashvik, and Kartavya chasing him—Ruhanika had joined the pursuit too, her determination matching everyone else’s. Even Savisha and Kritika, unable to resist the fun, had jumped into the race, adding to the laughter and chaos. Rishwik was darting around the room like a wild animal, his feet moving rapidly as he tried to evade capture. He leaped over furniture, jumped over obstacles, and even did a little monkey-like hopping, his efforts both desperate and comical.

But his luck ran out when he made a beeline toward the couch. Just as he thought he might escape, Rudraksh, with a playful yet firm push, sent him tumbling onto the couch. Before Rishwik could even think of getting up, Kritika, quick as a flash, plopped herself down right on top of him. The poor guy was trapped, unable to move with Kritika sitting triumphantly on him. The room erupted in laughter as Rishwik groaned, looking up at the ceiling in mock defeat.

Rishwik: "Cheating, cheating hai ye"

(Cheating! This is cheating!)

Ruhanika: "Rishi Bhai, is khel ke niyam bhi the??"

(Rishi Bhai, were there rules to this game?)

Rudraksh: "Haa betu iske niyam hai, aur vo niyam ye hai ki ab hum sab mil kar is bewakoof ko marenge."

(Yes, betu, there are rules. And the rule is that now we all will beat this idiot together.)

Ashvik sat down beside Rishwik. Meanwhile, Kritika carefully got down from Rishwik, her movements graceful as she shifted away. Just as Rishwik tried to make his escape, Kartavya swiftly held him from the other side, trapping him in place. Before Rishwik could react, Rudraksh, with a playful grin on his face, smacked him lightly on the head.

Ruhanika: "Areh nahi Rishi Bhai ko lag jayegi hum sab inhe nahi marenge, vo bechare kitne achche hai sabki kitni madad karte hai."

(Oh no, Rishi Bhai will get hurt. We won’t hit him; he’s so nice and helps everyone so much.)

Kartavya: "Jaise help ye karta hai na little sunshine, usse behtar hai ye na hi kare"

(The way he helps, little sunshine, it’s better he doesn’t help at all.)

Ashvik: "Iske hote insaan ko dushman ki kami mehsus nahi hogi."

(With him around, you’ll never feel the absence of an enemy.)

Rishwik: "Akshu ke baare me bata du Angel ko??"

(Shall I tell Angel about Akshu?)

As the group finally settled onto the couch, still catching their breath from the hilarious chase, Ashvik shot Rishwik a playful glare, his eyes full of mock annoyance. The tension from the wild chase began to fade, replaced by light-hearted laughter as everyone realized how ridiculous the whole situation had been. Of course, no one had actually been serious about catching or hurting Rishwik—they were all just having a good time messing with him. But just as the laughter died down, the mood shifted slightly when Rishwik had unwittingly spilled the beans about Akshavi, leaving Ruhanika curious and eager to know more. Her eyes sparkled with interest as she glanced at him, her curiosity piqued.

Ruhanika: "Akshu kon hai bhaiyu??"

(Who’s Akshu, Bhaiyuu?)

Rishwik: "Ashvik bhai ki girlfriend."

(Ashvik Bhai’s girlfriend.)

Ruhanika: "achcha dost hai"

(Oh, a friend?)

Rudraksh: "Dost se zyada hai Ruhh, tumhari bhabhi banne wali hai."

(More than a friend, Ruhh. She’s going to be your sister-in-law.)

Ashvik: "Rudraksh tu bhi..."

(Rudraksh, you too…)

Rudraksh chuckled softly, seeing the confusion in Ruhanika's eyes. Her gaze shifted to Ashvik, who was standing nearby, a puzzled look crossing her face as she tried to understand what was going on.

Ruhanika: "Aap shadi karenge bhaiyu?? Hume bhabhi se nahi milaya aapne"

(You’re going to get married, Bhaiyuu? You didn’t introduce me to Bhabhi yet.)

Ashvik walked over to Ruhanika and, with a playful grin, kneeled down in front of her. The gesture caught her by surprise, and she blinked in confusion, unsure of what to make of it. Meanwhile, the others casually sipped their tea, seemingly unfazed by the scene unfolding before them. Rudraksh watched the exchange with a knowing smile.

Ashvik: "Teddy, Akshavi naam hai uska, tum strangers ke sath comfortable nahi ho isiliye nahi bataya tha, aur shadi abhi nahi hai"

(Teddy, her name is Akshavi. You’re not comfortable with strangers, so I didn’t tell you. And there’s no wedding yet)

Ruhanika: "Areh bhaiyu abhi nahi hai toh kab hai?? Aur hum zarur milenge bhabhi se aap bula lo na unhe, hume bhi milna hai."

(If not now, then when? And please call Bhabhi over. I want to meet her too.)

Ruhanika's face lit up with a wide grin of excitement. Ashvik chuckled softly, his hand reaching up to ruffle her hair in a playful and affectionate manner.

Ashvik: "Shavi ko bhi milna hai tumse, jaldi hi milaunga."

(Shavi also wants to meet you. I’ll introduce you two soon.)

Ruhanika grinned, her mood lightened by the fun atmosphere as everyone settled into their family time. Laughter and conversation flowed easily between them, creating a sense of warmth and togetherness. The playful chaos intensified when Rishwik, always the troublemaker, started provoking Ruhanika by teasing her about Rudraksh coming half an hour late. His mischievous antics were clearly getting under Rudraksh's skin. With a sudden burst of energy, he grabbed a pillow and threw it at Rishwik, sparking an impromptu pillow fight. Everyone joined in, laughing uncontrollably as feathers flew around the room. Rishwik, unable to resist his playful side, retaliated with equal enthusiasm, and soon, the whole room was filled with joyful shouts and playful chaos.

A few days later, the atmosphere in the living room was heavy with tension. Rudraksh paced back and forth, his mind clearly troubled. His brows were furrowed in deep thought, and he seemed unable to focus, his anxiety palpable. Rishwik and Ashvik sat on the couch, their faces mirroring the same unease as they exchanged worried glances. The door creaked open, and Kartavya walked in, noticing the tense atmosphere almost immediately. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the restless energy of the three men. Concerned, he approached Rudraksh, placing a hand gently on his shoulder, trying to ground him.

Kartavya: "Kya hua?? Teeno aise tension me lag rahe ho."

(What happened? You three look so tense.)

Before Rudraksh could respond to Kartavya, the sound of the door opening interrupted him. Amandeep walked inside, his presence adding to the already charged atmosphere.

Amandeep: "Sir, she will be here in a few minutes. I just found out."

Rudraksh closed his eyes in frustration, his hands running through his hair as he exhaled sharply.

Amandeep: "Sir, Ruhi darr sakti hai, aapne mana kyu nahi kiya??"

(Sir, Ruhi might get scared. Why didn’t you stop her?)

Rishwik and Ashvik, stood up from the couch and approached Rudraksh, their faces etched with concern.

Rishwik: "Dadu ne call Kiya tha aman."

(Grandpa called, Aman.)

Ashvik: "Dadu ka bhi alag scene chalta hai vaise bade cool bante hai aur ab 1947 ke doston ke sath tirath yatra karni thi inko."

(Grandpa has his own unique way of doing things. Acts all cool, but now he’s off on a pilgrimage with his 1947-era friends.)

Kartavya: "Bologe kya hua hai, aur ye Dadu kaha se bich me aaye??"

(Are you going to tell me what happened, and how is Grandpa involved in this?)

Amandeep: "Sir, Dadu ne us Kashmira ko yaha bheja hai."

(Sir, Grandpa sent that Kashmira here.)

Kartavya, unable to hold back his frustration any longer, facepalmed himself.

Kartavya: "Dadu bhi na Rudraksh ki shadi ke piche pade hai, aur ab ho gayi hai toh unka ata pata hi nahi hai."

(Grandpa is so focused on Rudraksh’s marriage, and now that it’s done, he’s nowhere to be found.)

Rudraksh: "Bhai main bata raha hu main us ladki ko sirf Dadu ke liye bardasht karta tha par usne Ruhh ko kuch kaha toh khair nahi uski."

(Bro, I’m telling you, I only tolerated that girl because of Grandpa. But if she says anything to Ruhh, she won’t be spared.)

Ashvik: "Rudraksh sahi keh raha hai bhai vo teddy ke aas pass bhi nazar aayi toh dobara dikhegi nahi."

(Rudraksh is right, bro. If she comes anywhere near Teddy, she won’t be seen again.)

Rishwik: "Cunning lady huhh."

Kartavya: "Aur tum logo ko kya lagta hai vo little sunshine ko kuch kahegi toh main chodunga use??"

(And do you all think I’ll let her get away with saying anything to Little Sunshine?)

The tension in the room was thick and their worry was palpable, but the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of hurried footsteps. Ruhanika appeared at the top of the stairs, running down with wide eyes filled with urgency.

Ruhanika: "Suniyeee, suniyeeee Akshhh"

(Listen, listen, Akshh!)

Ruhanika’s excitement was palpable as she stood there, practically vibrating with energy. Her eyes sparkled, and her expression was bright, unlike the tense atmosphere that had engulfed the room moments before.  All eyes turned toward her as her presence shifted the energy in the room.

Rudraksh: "Ruhhh sambhal ke dheere aao."

(Ruhh, careful, come slowly.)

"Rudraaaakshhh"

The sudden voice of the girl echoed throughout the living room, and Ruhanika froze mid-step. Rudraksh, already aware of who had just walked in, closed his eyes in frustration, cursing the inevitable situation. He could feel the tension rising in the room, and as he turned to face the door, everyone else followed suit, their eyes falling on the newcomer.

A girl stood at the entrance, her shoulder-length hair slightly tinted red at the ends, drawing attention. She wore a sleek black sleeveless bodycon dress that hugged her figure, stopping just above her thighs, and paired it with pencil heels that clicked as she moved toward the group. Her heavily made-up face carried a smile that was too rehearsed, and her confident strides were aimed directly at Rudraksh. Ruhanika, still confused and trying to understand the situation, slowly descended the remaining steps. Her gaze followed the girl from top to bottom, her expressions shifting between curiosity and confusion. Her brows furrowed slightly, unsure of what she was seeing. This girl clearly wasn’t from their usual circle, and that made her more cautious.

As the girl stretched her hands out to embrace Rudraksh, Ruhanika's instincts kicked in. Without a second thought, she swiftly stepped between them, blocking the girl’s approach. The girl’s smile faltered, and she glared at Ruhanika, obviously annoyed by the interruption. The tension in the room thickened as everyone watched the silent standoff unfold. But Ruhanika, not one to back down, stood her ground with an unreadable expression. She got intimidated by the girl’s glare, mainly because she knew nothing about her and a stranger. However, she didn’t let any of her discomfort show on her face. She remained calm and composed, her eyes locked on the stranger, waiting for what came next.

Rishwik: "Kashmira, listen—"

Kashmira: "What the hell? Who are you? Move aside; I want to hug my Rudraksh!"

Ruhanika's expression shifted immediately, her eyes narrowing as she shot a sharp glare at Kashmira. She locked her gaze directly with hers, a silent challenge in her eyes, making it clear that she wasn’t amused by her act.

Ruhanika: "Sabse pehle toh shayad aap aapki kurti ke niche leggings pehenna bhul gayi hai aur.."

(First of all, it seems you forgot to wear leggings under your kurti, and...)

Kashmira: "What the hell girl you.."

Ruhanika: "Aur ye aapke Rudraksh nahi humare Akshh hai aur kisi aur ke pati ko gale lagana thik baat nahi hai didi."

(And this Rudraksh isn’t yours. He’s my Akshh. Hugging someone else’s husband isn’t a decent thing to do, sister.)

Rishwik and Amandeep struggled to contain their laughter, their faces visibly contorting with the effort to stay composed as they watched the scene unfold. Meanwhile, Kartavya, Ashvik, and Rudraksh were taken aback, their expressions a mix of surprise and shock at the intensity with which Ruhanika was addressing Kashmira. The calm and composed demeanor she usually carried seemed to have shifted, and her words were laced with a sharpness that none of them had expected.

Kashmira: "Rudraksh ye ladki kya bol Rahi hai, aur ye jo batameezi ki hai tumne tumhe toh main"

(Rudraksh, what is this girl saying? And this rude behavior of hers—I’ll...)

Kashmira took a step closer to Ruhanika, her intentions unclear but her actions making the tension rise. Before she could get any closer, Rudraksh acted swiftly. He placed his hand firmly on Ruhanika's waist, gently but firmly pulling her towards him. The sudden movement caught Kashmira off guard, leaving her frozen in a state of shock. Ruhanika, now securely in Rudraksh's embrace, glanced up at him.

Rudraksh: "Ye ladki biwi hai meri so you better stay away."

(This “girl” is my wife. So, you better stay away.)

Kashmira: "wife??"

Rudraksh: "Ha ye biwi hai meri, Dadu ko pata nahi is baare me isiliye tumhe yaha bhej diya, ya phir tum khud aa gayi ho"

(Yeah, she’s my wife. Grandpa wasn’t aware of it, so he sent you here—or maybe you came here on your own..)

Ashvik: "Anyway, now that you know everything, you can leave."

Rudraksh: "You’re a guest here. Have some snacks, and then I’d suggest you head back to London."

Kashmira's eyes burned with pure hatred as she glared at Ruhanika, her resentment palpable. She had come here with hopes of winning Rudraksh's attention, only to have those hopes shattered in mere minutes. She watched as Ruhanika stood there, comfortably nestled against Rudraksh, admiring the way he confidently claimed her as his wife. The sight seemed to deepen Kashmira's frustration. Rudraksh, sensing the intensity of her glare, looked down at Ruhanika with a soft smile before raising his eyebrows slightly.

Ruhanika: "Aap pe pyaar aa raha hai."

(You’re making me fall for you all over again.)

Ruhanika leaned in slightly, her voice soft as she whispered only for Rudraksh to hear, a hint of warmth in her tone. Rudraksh couldn't help but chuckle, the sound rich with tenderness. He lifted his hand and gently caressed her cheek, his touch tender and reassuring.

Rudraksh: "Toh kamre me chale??"

(Shall we go to our room, then?)

Rudraksh gave Ruhanika a playful wink, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The simple gesture made her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and she quickly looked away, trying to hide her shy smile. The rest of the group, unable to hold back their amusement, cleared their throats loudly, snapping the couple out of their little bubble of intimacy. Both Ruhanika and Rudraksh blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed as the others teased them with knowing glances.

Ruhanika: "Hum mehmaan ke liye Pani lekar aate hai."

(I brought water for the guest.)

Ruhanika, feeling the heat of the moment, ran off, her footsteps light and hurried as she tried to escape the teasing. The men couldn't help but chuckle at her retreating figure, amused by her playful antics. Rudraksh, however, continued to watch her with a soft smile, his gaze lingering on the way she ran, completely captivated by her. Meanwhile, Rishwik, Kartavya, and Amandeep, who had been enjoying the scene up until now, walked over to Kashmira, who stood frozen, her expression one of disbelief. She had never expected to see this side of Rudraksh—the cold, arrogant man she knew seemed to have disappeared, replaced by someone who was gentle and caring, especially toward Ruhanika. The realization hit her hard, and the shock was evident on her face.

Rishwik: "Areh Areh, Cash-mira, come, have a seat!"

Rishwik, sensing Kashmira’s stunned silence, couldn't resist a teasing remark. With a sly grin, he addressed her with a mocking tone, "Cash-mira, huh?". His use of the nickname wasn’t lost on anyone—it was a direct jab at her obvious desire for Rudraksh’s wealth and status. He knew exactly what she was after, and the way she had been eyeing him all this time made it clear to him. Rishwik's words were a pointed reminder that they all saw through her intentions, and he wasn’t about to let her get away with trying to trap Rudraksh for his money.

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Here’s another update!

I think you all have an idea now about who Ruhanika will be angry with in tomorrow’s episode.

Aur lo bhai pit gaya Rishwik, jis jiski ye ichcha thi puri huyi??😂

Khair Mera toh favourite hai Rishi🤭

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