"41. In the Silence of Love"

"Vo hi mera ishq, mera junoon hai

Meri har saans me uska ehsaas hai

Vo kuch is tarah se khaas hai

Ki bas vahi ab mera sukoon hai"

-fictionflare_

(Ruhaaksh)

After spending a pleasant evening at the RM mansion, Akshavi had come primarily to meet Ruhanika. The two shared a warm and lively conversation, enjoying each other’s company throughout the evening. After dinner, as the night wound down, Ashvik offered to drop Akshavi back at her home, ensuring she traveled safely. The rest of the family members exchanged goodnights before retreating to their respective rooms, the mansion slowly quieting as the day came to a close.

Rudraksh stood on the balcony, engrossed in a phone call, his voice calm and steady as he discussed something important. Ruhanika noticed him from across the room, her gaze softening as she saw him standing there. Without a word, she walked toward him and gently took his hand.

He glanced down at her and smiled warmly, raising his eyebrows in silent inquiry. She didn’t say anything, simply shaking her head with a small smile, and began pulling him toward the door. Amused, Rudraksh allowed himself to be led, still holding his phone as he continued his conversation, his attention now split between the call and her.

Rudraksh: "Yes, the project should be completed within the next two days at any cost."

Ruhanika guided Rudraksh to the bed, ensuring he was comfortably seated. Without saying a word, she sat beside him and gently took his free hand, leaving the other to hold his phone. She retrieved a small tube of cream from the bedside table. Without saying a word, she began applying the cream to his hand, her touch soft and careful. Rudraksh felt the cool sensation of the cream on his skin and glanced down, noticing Ruhanika's focused expression as she massaged it into his hand. A tender smile spread across his face, but he remained on his phone call, allowing her to continue. After a couple of minutes, he ended the call, placing his phone aside. His eyes softened as he watched Ruhanika, who was still diligently massaging his hand with a comforting rhythm. Her thoughtful gesture made him feel cared for in a way that warmed his heart.

Rudraksh: "ye kya kar rahi ho betu??"

(What are you doing, sweetheart?)

Ruhanika, still engrossed in what she was doing, responded without even glancing up at him.

Ruhanika: "Hum haath ki cream laga rahe hai aapko, hume aapke haath bahaut pasand hai na toh khayal rakhna hoga na"

(I’m applying hand cream on you because I love your hands, so I need to take care of them, right?)

Rudraksh couldn’t help but chuckle at her reasoning. Amused by her playful logic, he watched as she took his other hand and gently applied cream to it as well, her actions calm and deliberate.

Rudraksh: "Achcha ji, kaha se laati ho Roz roz ye sab, kabhi chehre pe kuch toh kabhi haath"

(Oh really? Where do you come up with these things every day—sometimes for my face, now for my hands?)

Ruhanika: "Haa toh aap itne sundar hai toh khayal toh rakhna hoga na"

(Well, you're so beautiful, so I have to take care of you, don’t I?)

Rudraksh gently tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

Rudraksh: "Kitni baar bola hai Mallika-e-Aksh aapko ki main handsome hu Sundar nahi"

(How many times have I told you, my queen, that I’m handsome, not beautiful?)

Ruhanika: "Humne bhi toh kaha hai na aapse ki aap Sundar hai toh hai, bas."

(And I’ve told you that you are beautiful, so that’s that.)

Ruhanika finally looked up at him, a playful grin spreading across her face as she finished applying the cream on his hand. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

Rudraksh: "Ruko tumhe batata hu"

(Wait, I’ll show you.)

Rudraksh playfully pushed Ruhanika onto the bed, her back hitting the soft surface as he hovered over her with a mischievous grin. Without warning, he began tickling her, his fingers moving quickly along her sides. Ruhanika burst into laughter, wriggling beneath him, trying to squirm away but unable to escape his playful touch. Her laughter filled the room, the air light with joy and the fun energy between them.

Rudraksh: "Ab bolo kya hua main?? Sundar ya Handsome??"

(Now tell me, what am I? Handsome or beautiful?)

Ruhanika: "Haa..haa, a...ap ab bhi s...sundar hai."

(Yes… yes, y-you’re still b-beautiful.)

Rudraksh: "Manogi nahi na."

(You won’t listen, will you?)

Ruhanika burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking with each giggle, but she shook her head, trying to hold her composure. Rudraksh, not one to let her off so easily, leaned in closer and tickled her more, his fingers dancing along her sides. The laughter became too much for Ruhanika to handle, and in an attempt to stop him, she leaned forward and pecked his lips. The moment their lips touched, he immediately stopped, as if her kiss had cast a spell on him.

It didn't matter how many times they kissed; each one felt as electrifying and fresh as the first. Ruhanika, a little breathless, gently pushed Rudraksh away, preparing to run, but before she could take a step, he swiftly pulled her back into his arms. In one smooth motion, he caged her in his embrace, his chest against hers, holding her tightly. She looked up at him, her heart racing, knowing that no matter how much she tried to get away, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Rudraksh: "Zyada hi chaalak nahi ho gayi ho tum Meri Ruhh??"

(You’re getting too clever, aren’t you, my Ruhh?)

Ruhanika giggled at the sight of Rudraksh's face turning a soft shade of pink, a playful sparkle in her eyes. Without missing a beat, she leaned in and gently pecked his lips, teasing him with her affection. As she pulled back, she noticed the pink on his cheeks deepening, making her smile even wider. She had guessed right, and the sight of his bashful reaction only made her heart flutter more.

Ruhanika: "Kya humare Akshh sharma rahe hai??"

(Is my Akshh blushing?)

Rudraksh's eyes widened in surprise as he realized she was actually teasing him. Her mischievous grin only added to his astonishment, making him momentarily pause.

Rudraksh: "Ruu...."

Rudraksh tried to speak, but before he could get a word out, Ruhanika playfully pecked his lips again, leaving him flustered. Every time he opened his mouth to say something, she surprised him with another kiss, teasing him and making him lose track of his thoughts. Her giggles filled the room as she enjoyed the effect she had on him, seeing him both flustered and amused at the same time.

A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he shifted, turning her gently so she was now beneath him, her eyes meeting his with that familiar, warm expression. He kissed her forehead tenderly, and she smiled, a soft, content smile that only made him fall even more in love with her.

Rudraksh’s fingers lightly traced the contours of her face. He couldn’t resist poking her dimples, kissing her eyelids, then her nose, and finally her lips, each kiss a soft declaration of his love for her. As he gazed down at her, her closed eyes and shy, yet happy expression filled his heart with a deep, unexplainable joy. Admiration and pure love swelled inside him as he caressed her warm, red cheeks, still hovering over her, feeling the warmth of the moment.

Rudraksh: "Ruhhh"

Rudraksh called her name in a low, husky voice, sending a wave of warmth through Ruhanika. The sound of his voice made her heart race, and a flutter of butterflies erupted in her stomach. Her breath became heavier, her pulse quickening as the mix of his closeness and his tone left her feeling both thrilled and completely at ease. She couldn’t help but smile, caught in the moment of sheer happiness.

Ruhanika: "Jii Akshh"

(Yes, Akshh.)

Her soft whisper of "Aksh" melted Rudraksh all over again, a warmth spreading through him that he couldn’t resist. Without thinking, he dropped his head onto hers, their foreheads meeting in the most tender of gestures

Rudraksh: "Can I kiss you Mallika-e-Aksh??"

Ruhanika’s smile widened as she sensed the affection in his eyes, her excitement evident. Rudraksh couldn’t help but chuckle at her infectious energy, a knowing look crossing his face. He was certain now—physical intimacy was her love language, and it was in these small, tender moments that they truly communicated. As the chuckle subsided, Ruhanika gently cupped Rudraksh’s face, her thumb softly caressing his cheek, a quiet yet profound gesture of affection.

Ruhanika: "Aapko puchne ki zarurat nahi hai, humne kaha tha na aapse"

(You don’t need to ask. I’ve told you that before.)

They gazed into each other's eyes, the depth of their love shining through without a single word. The world seemed to fade around them, leaving only the two of them in this quiet, intimate moment. Rudraksh gently held Ruhanika's hand, the one resting on his face, and brought it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on her palm. The tenderness of the gesture made her smile.

Rudraksh: "On your neck, Jaan."

Ruhanika looked at Rudraksh, and for a moment, a wave of shyness washed over her. She wasn't sure why, but the intensity of the moment made her feel more bashful than usual. Her cheeks flushed, and with a shy smile, she lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze directly. Rudraksh, noticing the shift, felt a sense of relief wash over him, understanding that she was not uncomfortable—just overwhelmed by the affection in the air.

Ruhanika: "Jiii"

(Yess)

Rudraksh leaned in gently and kissed her forehead. The soft gesture made Ruhanika’s heart flutter. Without thinking, she crossed her arms around his neck, pulling him closer in a tender embrace.

Rudraksh: "Dupatta hata lu??"

(Should I move your dupatta aside?)

Ruhanika nodded gently, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt Rudraksh’s tender touch and the warmth of the moment between them. He leaned over her, his fingers brushing her dupatta, slowly shifting it to reveal just her delicate neck and not below that. The air around them seemed to still as Rudraksh, with utmost tenderness, lowered his lips to her soft skin and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

Ruhanika’s breath hitched, and she instinctively turned her face to give him more access. A quiet smile spread across Rudraksh’s face as he noticed her response. He continued his trail of soft kisses down her neck, his lips lingering in all the right places until he found her sweet spot, causing a soft, melodic moan to escape from her lips.

He could feel the shiver that ran through her body and understood the deep emotions in the moment. He gently moved his lips upward, trailing kisses along her jawline, then moving to her cheeks and face. With each kiss, he could feel the connection between them growing stronger, the passion and affection flowing effortlessly.

However, Ruhanika reached a point where she couldn’t take it anymore; the intimacy and the emotions swirled within her. She pulled him into a tight hug, burying her face in his chest, seeking comfort and closeness. Rudraksh, sensing her need for warmth and security, quickly shifted so that he was lying on his back, pulling her into his embrace. He held her gently but firmly, her head resting against his chest.

Ruhanika sighed contently as she huddled closer, her face hidden against him. Rudraksh kissed her head softly, feeling her heart beat against his chest. He ran his hand lovingly over her back, rubbing it in soothing circles, a silent promise of always being there for her.

Rudraksh: "Relax Mallika-e-Aksh."

Ruhanika took a deep breath, composing herself as Rudraksh continued to rub her back gently. The soothing motion helped calm her racing heart, and soon her breathing returned to normal.

Ruhanika: "Hume kuch puchna hai, par hume sharam aa rahi hai."

(I want to ask you something, but I’m feeling shy.)

He couldn’t help but smile at her adorable words, the affection shining in his eyes as he gently caressed her cheeks.

Rudraksh: "Relax betu, sharam kaisi?? Main hi toh hu... Pucho jo puchna hai"

(Relax, sweetheart, why be shy? It’s just me. Ask whatever you want.)

Ruhanika: "Aap hi hai isiliye toh sharma rahe hai hum."

(That’s exactly why I’m shy—because it’s you.)

Rudraksh smiled softly, his gaze filled with a mix of affection and amusement as he noticed the effect he had on her.

Rudraksh: "Achcha meri taraf dekhiye Ruhh"

(Okay, look at me, Ruhh.)

Ruhanika: "Nahi humse nahi hoga."

(No, I can’t do it.)

Ruhanika gently denied, her face pressing into his chest as she pulled away slightly, not wanting to fully give in to the moment. Rudraksh, sensing her hesitation, softly cupped her chin and tilted her head to make her look at him. But her eyes remained closed, the fluttering emotions too overwhelming for her to express just yet.

Rudraksh: "Ruhh, dekho toh meri taraf yellow please."

(Ruhh, please look at me, yellow)

Ruhanika slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Rudraksh’s. The moment their eyes locked, her face, already flushed pink, deepened in color, turning completely red. She looked away shyly, feeling the warmth of his gaze. Rudraksh, noticing her discomfort, smiled softly and leaned in to kiss her forehead gently. The tender kiss instantly eased her, and she felt a wave of calm wash over her.

Rudraksh: "Ab bolo kya hua??"

(Now tell me, what’s wrong?)

Ruhanika: "Vo hume na ajeeb se ehsaas huye, jab aap humare kareeb aaye toh hum jaise.. matlab ki hume laga aap aise hi rahe humesha humare itne pass, par usi waqt Aisa bhi laga jaisa hum seh nahi payenge ye kareebi, hum na kuch samajh nahi paa rahe hai, aisa kyu ho raha hai??"

(I… I felt something strange when you came close to me. It’s like I wanted you to stay this close to me forever, but at the same time, it felt so overwhelming that I couldn’t handle it. I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way.)

Rudraksh gently shifted Ruhanika on the bed, his movements tender and careful. He propped his head up with his hand, his elbow supporting him as he leaned closer. His gaze softened as he tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin with a gentle touch. Taking her hand in his, he kissed her palm, the kiss lingering for a moment, filled with affection and care.

Rudraksh: "Ye normal hai Ruhh, aisa hota hai jab couple ek dusre ke pass aate hai"

(That’s normal, Ruhh. Couples feel this way when they get close to each other.)

Ruhanika: "Aise do alag alag ehsaas ek sath??"

(Two conflicting feelings at the same time?)

Rudraksh: "Haa Jaan-e-aksh, aisa hota hai, aur ise hi toh pati patni ka Rishta kehte hai, kareebi sahi bhi na jaye aur duri bardasht bhi nahi"

(Yes, my love, it happens. That’s what the bond of husband and wife is like—too much closeness feels overwhelming, but you can’t bear being apart either.)

Ruhanika: "Achcha"

(Oh, I see.)

Rudraksh: "Haan ji, aur dheere dheere ek dusre ke kareeb hone ki aadat lag hi jati hai"

(Yes, and slowly, you get used to being close to each other.)

Ruhanika: "Toh aap vo phir karenge??"

(So will you do that again?)

Rudraksh: "Main phir kya karunga Ruhh??"

(Do what again, Ruhh?)

Ruhanika's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she looked away. Rudraksh couldn’t help but enjoy the playful teasing, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched her shy reaction.

Ruhanika: "Vahi Jo Kiya abhi?"

(that you did just now)

Rudraksh: "Kya kiya betu??"

(What ??)

Rudraksh smiled as he continued to shower soft kisses on Ruhanika’s face, his lips brushing gently against her cheeks and forehead, his hands tenderly playing with hers.

Ruhanika: "Arehhh vahii, jaise abhi pass aaye na aap humare"

(What you just did—when you came close to me.)

Rudraksh: "Pass toh abhi bhi hu na Ruhh, tum kaise pass aane ki baat kar Rahi ho??"

(I’m still close to you, Ruhh. What kind of closeness are you talking about?)

Ruhanika's frustration was evident as she pouted, not quite knowing how to express her emotions. Before she could say anything, Rudraksh leaned in and placed a soft peck on her lips, catching her off guard. The simple gesture made her blush deeply, and she quickly turned her face away, her cheeks flushed with warmth.

Ruhanika: "Jaan ke sata rahe hai na hume??"

(You’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you?)

Rudraksh, seeing her flustered, couldn’t resist pulling her closer. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into a tight embrace. Gently, he placed her head against his chest, letting her feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Rudraksh: "Samajhdar ho gayi ho yaar tum"

(You’ve gotten smart, haven’t you?)

Ruhanika: "Aur aap shararti"

(And you’ve gotten mischievous.)

Rudraksh chuckled at Ruhanika's attempt to hide her blush and, with a mischievous grin, pulled her close, holding her tightly with one arm. With his other hand, he began tickling her, his fingers dancing along her sides. Ruhanika instantly started wiggling, her laughter ringing out in the room as she tried to squirm away from him. Her attempts to escape only made Rudraksh laugh more, the sound of her joyful giggles filling the air and making the moment even more playful and intimate.

Rudraksh: "Shararati hu na main, dekho ab shararat."

(I’m mischievous, huh? Watch this mischief.)

Ruhanika: "Achcha..b..as bas... Nahi kahenge."

(Stop… enough... I won’t say anything now.)

Ruhanika's laughter echoed in the room, and Rudraksh couldn't help but smile, savoring the sound of her joy. But just as the moment seemed perfect, a knock on the door interrupted their blissful bubble. Rudraksh paused, his playful grin fading, and he groaned in frustration. Without missing a beat, he snuggled his face into her neck, his warmth enveloping her, as if trying to block out the intrusion.

Rudraksh: "Urghhhh, agar Rishi hua toh aaj iski khair nahi hai."

(Ugh, if it’s Rishi, he’s in trouble today.)

Ruhanika giggled as she sat back on the bed. Rudraksh quickly sat up, his hands instinctively smoothing her hair and adjusting her appearance, ensuring she looked as perfect as always. Just as he finished, the knock on the door came again, louder this time. Rudraksh stood up with a sigh, ready to face whoever was interrupting their time, but before he could take a step, Ruhanika gently held his hand.

Rudraksh: "Kya hua??"

(What happened?)

Ruhanika: "Bhabhi sa huyi toh?"

(What if it’s Bhabhi Sa ??)

Rudraksh: "Ha toh??"

(So what?)

Ruhanika: "Toh aise adhoore kapdo me unke samne jayenge??"

(Then you’ll go like this, in incomplete clothes, in front of her?)

Ruhanika, glanced up at Rudraksh's casual attire—a pair of black sweatpants and a grey vest. With a playful smile, she teasingly addressed his outfit.

Rudraksh: "Shut up Ruhhh"

Ruhanika's giggle lingered in the air, and Rudraksh could tell she was teasing him, her playful energy infectious. With a soft sigh, he finally stood up and went to the door, opening it to reveal Ashvik standing in the doorway. His eyes were red, a clear sign of distress or perhaps tears. Rudraksh's expression immediately shifted to one of concern as he stepped aside to let Ashvik in.

Rudraksh: "Kya hua??"

(What happened?)

Ashvik: "Teddy se mil sakta hu??"

(Can I meet Teddy?)

Rudraksh: "Ha aa na"

( Yeah, come in.)

Rudraksh stepped aside, allowing Ashvik to enter the room. Ruhanika, still sitting on the bed, gave him a warm smile, though it was quickly overshadowed by the concern in Ashvik's eyes as he noticed the subtle tears glistening in her eyes. Without a word, he quickly crossed the room and sat in front of her, his expression filled with worry.

Ashvik: "Teddy, beta ro rahi thi??"

( Teddy, were you crying?)

She suddenly realized her eyes were moist. She giggled softly, shaking her head.

Ruhanika: "Nahi bhaiyu, vo ye Hume gudgudi kar rahe the na toh hum has rahe the isiliye."

(No, brother. He was tickling me, so I was laughing.)

Ashvik: "Ohh"

Ashvik sat silently in front of Ruhanika, his gaze fixed on her face, as if searching for something that would offer him peace. The sight of her, even in this moment of quiet vulnerability, seemed to bring him a strange comfort. With a gentle touch, he cupped her face, his fingers brushing against her skin with care. Slowly, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, the tender gesture full of unspoken emotions. As he pulled back, a lone tear slipped from his eye, tracing a path down his cheek. Ruhanika, still sitting there, felt the warmth of his tear as it landed softly on her face, a silent reflection of his worry and care.

Ruhanika: "Bhaiyuuu, aap ro rahe hai, kya hua??"

(Brother, are you crying? What happened?)

Ashvik gently pulled back from their embrace and, placed his head on her lap.

Ashvik: "Mumma papa ki yaad aa rahi hai."

( I’m missing Mom and Dad.)

Ruhanika's eyes grew moist as she felt the depth of Ashvik's emotion. The tear on her face, coupled with the tenderness in his gesture, made her heart ache with compassion. Rudraksh, sensing that something was weighing heavily on Ashvik's heart, understood that this was a moment for them to share in private. Without saying a word, he quietly took his phone, gave them a final glance, and left the room, leaving Ashvik and Ruhanika alone. Ruhanika, her heart still full of concern for Ashvik, gently reached out and caressed his head. Her fingers brushed through his hair in a comforting, soothing motion, her touch as warm and gentle as a mother's.

Ruhanika: "Koi baat nahi Bhaiyuu, hum hai na aapke sath, pura parivaar hai aur ab toh Akshu bhabhi bhi aane wali hai"

( It’s okay, brother. I’m here with you, the whole family is here, and now Akshu Bhabhi will also join us soon.)

Ashvik: Hmmm

Ashvik felt the warmth and comfort of Ruhanika's touch, as if it wrapped around him like a protective embrace. Her gentle hand continued to caress his hair, offering him the kind of solace only someone with a deep, caring bond could provide. The tenderness of her gesture allowed him to release all the pent-up emotion he had been holding back, and his tears flowed freely, unburdened by the weight of his thoughts. Ruhanika, still quietly watching him, felt her own tears silently fall as she shared in his sorrow. But as the sobbing gradually quieted, and Ashvik's breathing began to steady, she gently wiped away her own tears. She knew this was the moment to lift his spirits, to remind him of the strength and joy they shared. With a soft smile, she decided it was time to cheer him up, her heart still full of care for her brother.

Ruhanika: "Bhaiyuuu, uthiye hum kuch dikhate hai aapko"

(Brother, get up. I want to show you something.)

Ashvik: "Rehne de na kuch der Ruhi chuhi, teri godh me lag raha hai Mumma ne gale lagaya hai."

( Let it be, Ruhi Chuhi. Sitting here in your lap feels like Mom is hugging me.)

Ruhanika smiled softly as she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Ashvik's head. Ashvik's eyes fluttered closed at the warmth of her touch, feeling the love and tenderness that she poured into the gesture. It was the kind of affection he had longed for his entire life—a motherly love he had never truly experienced before.

Ruhanika: "Bhaiyu do minute de dijiye, hume kuch dikhana hai aapko"

(Brother, just give me two minutes. I really want to show you something.)

Ashvik slowly sat up on the bed, and Ruhanika couldn’t help but smile at him, her eyes filled with warmth. She then stood up and walked over to the closet, disappearing inside for a moment. Within two minutes, she returned, her hands carrying something as she approached him. Ashvik remained seated, waiting curiously on the bed as Ruhanika sat down in front of him, her movements gentle.

Ashvik: "Kya layi??"

(What did you bring?)

Ruhanika gently extended a frame in front of Ashvik, her eyes watching him with anticipation. He looked at the frame, confusion flickering across his face as he glanced from her to the object in his hands.

Ruhanika: "Thodi dundhli tasveer hai, par humare pas bas yahi ek hai bhaiyu, Nima ne di thi."

(It’s a blurry picture, but this is the only one I have. Nima gave it to me.)

Ashvik’s gaze lingered on the frame, his confusion deepening as he observed the blurry image inside. It was a photo of a family, though the details were indistinct, the love and connection in the image still managed to shine through. Despite the fuzziness, there was something familiar about the picture—something that tugged at his heart.

Ruhanika: "Ye dekhiye ye mumma hai, ye papa hai, papa ki godh me ye golu molu aap hai, aur mumma ki godh me ye nanhi baby hum hai."

(Look, this is Mom, this is Dad, and that chubby little one in Dad’s lap is you, and the tiny baby in Mom’s lap is me.)

Ashvik gently caressed his hand over the frame, his eyes growing moist as the weight of the moment settled in. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on the glass, his emotions overwhelming him as he felt the connection to the blurry image, something that spoke to a deep longing in his heart. Ruhanika turned her face away for a moment, wiping away a tear that had escaped her eye. When she looked back at him, a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips, the playfulness in her eyes contrasting with the tender moment just shared.

Ruhanika: "Dekhiye bhaiyu hum bilkul mumma jaise dikhte hai na, sundar aur pyaari si??"

(See, Brother? I look just like Mom—beautiful and sweet, don’t I?)

Ashvik: "Haa beta, bilkul carbon copy hai tu toh mumma ki"

(Yes, sweetheart, you’re a carbon copy of Mom.)

Ashvik chuckled softly, reaching out to pat Ruhanika’s head gently, his touch filled with affection. Ruhanika grinned at him, her eyes sparkling with both mischief and love, clearly enjoying the moment.

Ruhanika: "Aur dekhiye, ye aap bilkul papa ki tarah dikhte hai na"

(And see, you look just like Dad, don’t you?)

Ashvik smiled at her, but his smile faded quickly as his thoughts shifted to his sister.

Ruhanika: "Bas farak itna hai ki papa sundar the."

(The only difference is that Dad was beautiful.)

Ashvik shot Ruhanika a playful glare, his expression turning slightly stern, but Ruhanika couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction.

Ashvik: "Main sundar nahi hu??"

(Am I not beautiful?)

Ruhanika: "Hai na, par papa se kum."

(You are, but a little less than Dad.)

Ashvik: "Chup kar tu, yaha sabse zyada Handsome main hi hu"

(Quiet, you! I’m the most handsome one here.)

Ruhanika: "Haa honge par humare Aksh sabse zyada Sundar hai."

(Maybe, but my Aksh is the most beautiful.)

Ashvik shook his head and facepalmed himself, a mix of amusement and exasperation on his face as he tried to hide his smile.

Ashvik: "tu aur tera obsession apne pati se"

( You and your obsession with your husband.)

Ruhanika: "Haa toh hume hoga na unse lagaav, vo hai hi itne sundar aur manmohak, par aap zara dikhiye aapki tasveer kaise gol matol kaddu lag rahe hai."

(Of course, I’m attached to him. He’s so beautiful and charming. But just look at yourself in the picture—you look like a round little pumpkin!)

Ashvik grabbed a pillow and playfully smacked it against Ruhanika’s head, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as she let out a surprised laugh.

Ashvik: "Shut up idiot."

Ruhanika pouted.

Ruhanika: "Hum inhe batayenge aap hume maar rahe hai."

(I’ll tell him you’re hitting me.)

Ashvik: "Ja bata, darta nahi hu main"

(Go ahead, tell him. I’m not scared.)

Ruhanika: "Rukiye."

(Wait here.)

Ruhanika stood up, her eyes narrowing into a playful glare as she looked at Ashvik, clearly not amused by his antics.

Ruhanika: "Aksshhhhhhh suniyeeeeeee"

(Akshhhhhh, listen!!!)

Ruhanika, in a burst of energy, suddenly shouted as loud as she could, using every bit of power in her lungs. The sound was so unexpected and deafening that Ashvik instinctively clamped his hands over his ears, wincing at the noise. Rudraksh, who had been in the room just beside them, heard the commotion and came running, concerned. He rushed into the room, eyes wide with alarm, only to find Ruhanika grinning mischievously, clearly enjoying the chaos she’d caused.

Rudraksh: "Kya hua jaana??"

(What happened, love?)

Ruhanika: "Dekhiye bhaiyuu hume maar rahe hai"

(Look, Brother is hitting me.)

Ashvik stood up and, with a mischievous grin, gave Ruhanika the lightest smack on her head. The gentle tap caused her hair to fall into her face, and she quickly brushed it away, her expression a mix of surprise and playful annoyance.

Ashvik: "Chup kar jhuthi"

(Quiet, you liar.)

Ruhanika: "Dekh rahe hai na aap??"

(See for yourself!)

Rudraksh chuckled softly, shaking his head at the playful exchange between Ashvik and Ruhanika, clearly entertained by their lighthearted antics.

Ashvik: "Achcha teddy, main ye le jau??"

(Okay, Teddy, can I take this?)

Ruhanika: "Aap puch kyu rahe hai bhaiyu, aapka haq hai."

(Why are you asking, Brother? It’s yours.)

Ruhanika smiled playfully, watching Ashvik prepare to leave after giving her a quick peck on the head. Just as he turned to walk away, Rudraksh stepped forward and grabbed his hand, halting him. Ashvik froze for a moment, looking at Rudraksh with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

Rudraksh: "In the study, now."

Rudraksh spoke in a firm, no-nonsense tone, his gaze steady and serious, making it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate any objections. Ashvik, understanding the unspoken command, nodded in acknowledgment before leaving the room. As he walked away, Ruhanika stepped forward, her expression softening. She reached out and gently held Rudraksh’s hand, her touch reassuring and full of warmth, grounding him in the moment.

Ruhanika: "Aap sone nahi aa rahe??"

( You’re not coming to sleep?)

Rudraksh: "Betu bas 10 minute me aa jaunga, ek bahaut zaruri kaam hai."

(Sweetheart, I’ll be there in ten minutes. There’s an urgent task.)

Ruhanika: "Achcha koi baat nahi, aap jaiye hum intezar karenge."

(Okay, no problem. Go ahead; I’ll wait for you.)

Rudraksh smiled softly at Ruhanika, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaving the room. He made his way into the study, where Ashvik was already seated on the couch, holding a photo frame of his parents. The sight of him, holding the picture so tenderly, showed just how deeply he cherished them, even in their absence.

Rishwik was also there, sitting quietly across from Ashvik. It was clear he wasn’t just here by coincidence—Akshavi had asked him to be there, sensing that Ashvik was a bit tense after dropping her home. She hadn’t wanted to press him, but she’d noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor and thought it would be best for Rishwik to accompany him, offering support without pushing too hard.

Rudraksh: "Kya hua hai??"

(What happened?)

Ashvik: "Murder"

Rudraksh and Rishwik exchanged a confused glance, both trying to make sense of the situation. After a brief moment, they silently sat down on either side of Ashvik. Rudraksh, sensing the shift in mood, placed a reassuring hand on Ashvik's shoulder. Without saying a word, Ashvik immediately wrapped his arms around Rudraksh in a tight hug, his emotions spilling over. The embrace spoke volumes, conveying a deep sense of comfort and unspoken understanding between them.

Ashvik: "Unki death nahi huyi thi Rudraksh, murder hua tha"

(It wasn’t just their death, Rudraksh. It was murder.)

Rudraksh gently rubbed Ashvik’s back, offering silent comfort as Ashvik clung to him for a few moments. After a few seconds, Ashvik slowly pulled back.

Rudraksh: "Kise kya hua tha??"

(Who? What are you talking about?)

Ashvik: "Mumma papa"

Ashvik took a deep breath, his voice steady yet heavy with emotion, as he began narrating everything his father-in-law, Akshat Rajshree, had told him. He recounted every detail, his words painting a vivid picture of the injustice and manipulation that had unfolded.

As the story unraveled, both Rishwik and Rudraksh listened intently, their expressions growing darker with each passing moment. By the time Ashvik finished, their blood was boiling with rage, their anger directed squarely at Vijaypratap. The thought of the pain and turmoil caused by his actions made their hands clench into fists, their resolve to stand by Ashvik strengthening with every second.

Ashvik: "I want to get to the bottom of this and ensure they face hell on this earth."

Rudraksh: "They will, Ashvik. They absolutely will."

Ashvik: "I’ve informed the investigator, and Dad is also helping out."

Rudraksh: "Jaisa chahta hai vaisa hi hoga"

(Things will happen exactly as you want.)

Ashvik: "Tu janta hai main kya chahta hu"

(You know what I want.)

Rudraksh: "Mana lunga Ruhh ko chinta mat kar."

( I’ll convince Ruhh. Don’t worry about it.)

Ashvik nodded silently, his expression resolute, and stood up from his seat.

Ashvik: "Aur thoda dur reh meri behen se, mujhe kehti hai main tere jitna Sundar nahi hu."

(And stay a bit away from my sister. She says I'm not as handsome as you.)

Ashvik pulled an annoyed face, his frustration evident, while Rudraksh couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction, clearly amused by the moment.

Rishwik: "Par ghar me sabse zyada Sundar toh main hu na "

(But I’m the most handsome in the family, right?)

Ashvik and Rudraksh simultaneously turned to Rishwik, their expressions mirroring each other with identical annoyed looks.

Rishwik: "Achcha achcha thik hai ab niharo mat mujhe sharam aati hai."

(Alright, alright, fine. Stop staring at me; it makes me blush.)

Rishwik let out an exaggerated sigh and dramatically hid his face in his palms, clearly playing up the moment for effect. Before he could say anything, Ashvik and Rudraksh exchanged a quick glance, mischief lighting up their eyes. In perfect sync, they both smacked him lightly on his bum, eliciting a surprised yelp from Rishwik.

Rishwik: "Ouchhhh"

Rishwik shot an accusing look at both Ashvik and Rudraksh, his expression filled with mock betrayal. Ashvik, unfazed, simply rolled his eyes and walked off to his room, leaving the two behind.

As soon as Ashvik was out of sight, Rishwik unexpectedly stepped forward and hugged Rudraksh tightly. Rudraksh froze for a moment before feeling a wetness on his neck, and it hit him—his emotional baby brother was crying. His heart softened immediately, and without a word, he began rubbing Rishwik’s back gently, offering silent comfort as Rishwik let his emotions flow.

Rudraksh: "Shhh Rishi, bachcho ki tarah rota hai pagal"

(Shh, Rishi. You cry like a child, you fool.)

Rishwik: "Har kisi ke sath aisa kyu hota hai bhai?? Pehle humari zindagi barbaad ho gayi, aur vahi cheeze Angel aur Ashvik bhai ke sath bhi kyu??"

( Why does this happen to everyone, brother? First, our lives were ruined, and now the same thing is happening to Angel and Ashvik Bhai.)

Rudraksh remained silent, unable to find any words to respond. His mind raced, but nothing seemed adequate in the moment. Rishwik slowly pulled back from the hug, his eyes red but filled with trust. He held Rudraksh's hand firmly, as if seeking reassurance without needing to say a word.

Rishwik: "Vo har kisi ke sath aisa karte hai phir bhi Angel unki Puja karti hai, itna manti hai, unhe dikhta nahi hai kya uska dukh?? "

(They keep doing the same things to everyone, yet Angel worships them. She respects them so much. Can’t they see her pain?)

Rishwik’s voice trembled with emotion as he looked upward, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Rishwik was venting his frustration, blaming God for the overwhelming pain they had to endure in their lives.

Rishwik: "jo koi unki Puja karta hai vo unke sath aisa kyu karte hai?? Main nahi manta unko, nahi maaf karunga unhe kabhi"

(Why do they hurt the ones who revere them? I don’t believe in them anymore. I’ll never forgive them.)

Rishwik, sounding like a frustrated child, continued to complain, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he poured out his feelings. His words were a mixture of exasperation and hurt, and Rudraksh could feel the weight of his brother's emotions. As Rishwik spoke, flashes of everything that had happened between them played through Rudraksh's mind. For a brief moment, the emotions threatened to overwhelm him, but Rudraksh quickly composed himself. He knew Rishwik needed him to be strong in this moment, so he focused on his brother's need for comfort, pushing aside his own turmoil.

Rudraksh: "Shhh, chup hoja ab."

(Shh, quiet now.)

Rudraksh gently wiped away Rishwik's tears, his touch soft and comforting. He then cupped her face in his hands.

Rudraksh: "Unhone bura kiya toh kya hua, hum vo sab sahi karenge, sabko saza denge"

(Even if they’ve done wrong, we’ll set everything right and ensure everyone gets justice.)

Rishwik: "Ha bhai kisi ko nahi chodenge"

(Yes, brother. We won’t spare anyone.)

Rishwik spoke with a fierce determination in his eyes, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling within him. It was clear that, despite the pain, he had made up his mind and was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Rudraksh: "Achcha chal ab ja soja,jab se aaya hai keh raha hai kal office aayega toh uske liye uthna hoga na."

(Alright, now go and sleep. You’ve been saying you’ll go to the office tomorrow, so you’ll need to wake up early, right?)

Rishwik: "Ji bhai"

(Yes, brother.)

Rudraksh: "Aur zara shave karke aana, ye bhaloo ban ke nahi"

(And make sure to shave before you go. Don’t show up looking like a bear.)

Rishwik: "Dono pati patni ek jaise, Angel ne bhi bhaloo bol diya tha"

(Both husband and wife are the same! Even Angel called me a bear.)

Rudraksh chuckled softly, amused by the look on Rishwik's face. Rishwik, in response, scrunched his nose, a playful yet stubborn expression crossing his features.

Rishwik: "Aur Angel ko bata dena sabse handsome main hu."

(And make sure Angel knows I’m the most handsome.)

Rudraksh: "Jata hai ya chehre ke naksha bigaadu tera??"

(Leave, or I’ll rearrange your face.)

Rishwik: "bade ho toh aa gaye na Dhamki dene pe"

(Oh, big brother comes with threats now.)

Rudraksh shot Rishwik a playful glare, his expression firm yet laced with amusement. Without missing a beat, Rishwik turned and ran from the room, chuckling to himself.

Rudraksh: "Khotya."

(You fool.)

Rudraksh's face grew expressionless as he processed the weight of Ashvik’s words. His mind began to race, mentally mapping out a plan for what he needed to do next. He couldn’t shake off the tension, and the thought of what Ashvik had shared kept lingering in his mind. After a few minutes of deep thought, he pushed the emotions aside and made his way back to his room.

As he entered, he found Ruhanika already sitting on the bed, absorbed in a game on her phone. The sight of her, so calm and content, brought a sense of peace to his turbulent thoughts. Without a word, he sat beside her, his arms reaching out to pull her into his embrace. Ruhanika looked up, her face lighting up with a smile, and she snuggled closer to him, her warmth and presence easing the tension that had built up inside him. For a moment, he simply held her, allowing her comfort to melt away the worries in his mind.

Ruhanika: "Hum aapka hi intezar kar rahe the."

(I was waiting for you.)

Rudraksh leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Ruhanika's head. Ruhanika couldn't help but grin, a smile spreading across her face as she felt the tenderness of his touch.

Rudraksh: "Jaan, betu mujhe kuch puchna hai tumse, bataogi??"

(darling, dear, I need to ask you something. Will you tell me?)

Ruhanika: "Haa batayenge na aap aisa kyu sochte hai ki hum nahi batayenge"

(Yes, of course! Why do you think I wouldn’t?)

Rudraksh: "Baat hi aisi hai betu."

(It’s just... this is a serious question.)

Ruhanika gave Rudraksh a confused look, sensing something different in the air. Without saying a word, he gently guided her to sit in front of him, making sure she was comfortable. He then took her hands in his, his grip warm and reassuring. Rudraksh took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of seriousness and care, before finally speaking, his voice steady as he asked her what had been on his mind.

Rudraksh: "Ruhh, jaana tumne vo apni mumma ki company 'HerImpact', use kyu becha tha??"

(Ruhh, tell me, why did you sell Mom’s company, ‘HerImpact’?)

Ruhanika’s smile quickly faded as Rudraksh’s question seemed to hit a raw nerve. Her eyes began to glisten with unshed tears, a mix of emotions she was struggling to contain. Seeing the shift in her expression, Rudraksh’s heart tightened. Before she could say anything, he couldn’t bear to see her so vulnerable. He swiftly pulled her into his arms, his embrace strong and comforting. With a gentle yet firm touch, he rubbed her back, hoping to soothe whatever storm was brewing inside her. His heart ached, not knowing exactly what was troubling her, but willing to do anything to ease her pain.

Rudraksh: "Shhh, jaan koi baat nahi, nahi batana mat batao, bas Rona nahi."

(Shh, Jaan. It’s okay. If you don’t want to tell me, don’t. Just don’t cry.)

Ruhanika, feeling the weight of the moment, wrapped her arms around Rudraksh’s torso, pulling him into a tight hug. Her embrace was full of warmth and comfort, as if she was seeking solace in his presence.

Ruhanika: "Nima ne kaha tha."

(Nima told me to.)

Rudraksh felt a momentary confusion. Instead, he let her speak, patiently waiting for her to express whatever was on her mind. His hands rested on her back, offering reassurance, though his brow furrowed slightly.

Ruhanika: "Vo company auraton ke liye shuru ki thi mumma ne, isiliye unhone vo sirf humare naam kar di aur bhaiyu ke nahi. "

(Mom started that company for women, which is why she left it solely in my name and not in Bhaiyu’s)

Rudraksh listened intently as Ruhanika spoke, his focus entirely on her words. He continued to rub her back in a steady, calming motion, offering comfort and reassurance with each gentle stroke.

Ruhanika: "Jab hum 18 saal ke huye toh hum us Company ke legal owner ban gaye. Tab Nima ne kaha tha hume ki hum vo company bech de aur usse jo bhi paise aate usse Nima hume leke America jaane wali thi."

(When I turned 18, I became the legal owner of the company. That’s when Nima told me to sell it and use the money to move to America with her.)

Rudraksh: "Toh gayi kyu nahi??"

(So why didn’t you go?)

Ruhanika: "Nima na ek anath aashram ko support karti thi, par jab se mama ne sab kuch sambhala vo NGO me paise nahi dete the jiski vajah se anath aashram band hone wala tha. Toh humne hi Nima ko kaha vo paise vo vaha de de."

(Nima used to support an orphanage. But ever since Mom took over, she stopped funding that NGO, which was about to shut down. So, I told Nima to give them the money instead.)

Rudraksh: "Par kyu betu?? Tumhe nikal jana chahiye tha na Nima ke sath us ghar se?"

(But why, Betu? You should’ve left that house with Nima.)

Ruhanika: "Hume vaha kabhi aisa nahi laga ki vo humara Ghar hai, hum jante hai Ghar na hone ka ehsaas, isiliye hum nahi chahte the ki Anath aashram ke un chote chote bachchon ko bhi vahi Ehsaas ho."

(I never felt like that house was mine. I know what it feels like to not have a home. That’s why I didn’t want those little children in the orphanage to feel the same pain.)

Rudraksh felt a sharp pang in his heart as Ruhanika’s words sank in—she had never felt like she truly had a home to live in. His chest tightened with a mix of empathy and sorrow for the pain she had carried. Without thinking, he tightened his grip around her, pulling her closer as if to shield her from the weight of those emotions. Ruhanika, feeling the strength of his embrace, snuggled deeper into his chest, finding solace in the warmth and comfort he offered.

Ruhanika: "Hume toh yakeen tha na ki aap aayenge hume lene toh kuch waqt hum aur guzaar lete vaha itne saalon ki tarah, par un chote chote bachchon ka kya hota, isiliye humne sare paise unhe de diye Nima se keh ke"

(I was confident you’d come for me. I could spend a bit more time there, just like I had for so many years. But what about those little kids? That’s why I gave them all the money through Nima.)

Ruhanika spoke the last line with a smile, though her eyes still held a depth of emotion. She looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of reassurance. Rudraksh, unable to hold back his feelings, quickly kissed her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as he closed his eyes. The softness of the gesture was meant to comfort her, but in that moment, his heart felt heavy with regret. He silently cursed himself, the weight of his own guilt pressing down on him. He realized, too late, that he hadn't been there for her when she needed him the most, when she was waiting for him. The thought of her alone, facing challenges without his support, gnawed at him. He silently vowed to make things right, to never let her feel abandoned again.

Ruhanika: "Humne thik kiya na??"

(I did the right thing, didn’t I?)

Rudraksh gently pulled back slightly, his hands tenderly caressing Ruhanika’s cheeks.

Rudraksh: "Bahaut selfless ho tum Ruhh"

(You are too selfless Ruhh)

Ruhanika: "Toh kya hume swarthi hona tha??"

(Should I have been selfish?)

Rudraksh: "Is duniya me rehne ke liye banna padta hai Ruhh, selfish hona padta hai"

(To survive in this world, Ruhh, sometimes you have to be selfish.)

Ruhanika: "Vo bas hum aapke liye hai, aap humare hai, aapke liye swarthi hai hum."

(I am selfish, but only for you. You’re mine, and for you, I’ll always be selfish.)

Rudraksh smiled softly at Ruhanika, his gaze filled with both affection and a touch of concern. As he looked at her, a sense of tension gripped his heart—he couldn’t help but worry about how she would manage in a world that often didn't recognize the value of someone as selfless as she was. He knew she deserved so much more, and he felt a deep responsibility to help her find her place, to shield her from the harshness of life.

Rudraksh: "Achcha chalo thak gayi hogi na so jao."

(Alright, come on, you must be tired. Go to sleep now.)

Ruhanika: "Jii"

(Yes)

Both settled onto the bed, finding a comfortable position. As usual, Ruhanika slipped inside Rudraksh's vest, seeking the warmth and comfort it provided. Rudraksh shook his head with a soft chuckle, a mix of amusement and affection in his eyes. Ruhanika giggled in response, her laughter light and carefree as she snuggled closer, enjoying the closeness and the warmth of being with him.

Ruhanika: "Shubh ratri"

(Good night.)

Rudraksh: "Good night Mallika-e-Aksh."

Ruhanika quickly buried her face in his neck, a soft, shy gesture that made Rudraksh chuckle lightly. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, and closed his eyes, feeling the comfort of her presence. Despite the calm in the room, his mind was still racing, replaying everything he had learned from Ashvik and Ruhanika today. The weight of those thoughts kept turning in his head, and he couldn't seem to push them away.

After a few minutes, Rudraksh felt the weight of Ruhanika’s gaze on him. He didn't need to open his eyes to know she was looking at him. With a sigh, he finally spoke without opening his eyes, his voice soft yet tinged with a hint of concern.

Rudraksh: "Pucho kya hai tumhare dimag me Ruhhh"

(Ask, what’s going on in your mind, Ruhhh?)

Ruhanika grinned as she heard Rudraksh's voice, realizing he wasn’t planning to sleep just yet. She looked up at him.

Ruhanika: "Vo ab toh aap humare itne pass aa gaye aaj toh..."

(Well, you’ve come so close to me today…)

Rudraksh smiled to himself, recalling the memories of their shared moments, but he didn’t let it show on his face. He kept his expression neutral, not wanting to reveal the warmth and affection flooding his heart at that moment.

Rudraksh: "Abhi bhi toh pass hi hu."

(I’m still close, right?)

Ruhanika: "Nahi matlab aapne vo kiya na"

(No, I mean… you did that thing…)

Rudraksh: "Kya kiya Ruhh"

(What thing, Ruhh?)

Ruhanika: "Areh vahii vo hum..are gale pe vo..."

(Umm, that thing… on my neck…)

Rudraksh: "Gale pe kya Betuu??"

(What on your neck, Betuu?)

Ruhanika pouted sadly.

Ruhanika: "Phir sata rahe hai na hume."

(Now you’re teasing me again!)

Rudraksh chuckled softly, noticing the pout on Ruhanika’s face. His heart warmed at her innocence, and he opened his eyes, looking at her with a playful gleam.

Rudraksh: "Haa pass aaya toh uska kya??"

(Yes, so what if I came close?)

Ruhanika: "Toh ab humare pet me nanha baby aayega kya??"

( So now, will a tiny baby come to my tummy?)

Rudraksh's eyes widened in surprise, and his smile vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of shock.

Rudraksh: "Whatttt??"

Ruhanika: "Haa, aapne kaha tha na pati patni ko alag tarah se pass aana hota hai, toh aap pass aaye toh humare."

(Yes, didn’t you say that a husband and wife have to come close in a special way? You came close, so now…)

Rudraksh closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, trying to calm himself from the shock. He then gently patted Ruhanika's head, a soft and comforting gesture. Without a word, he guided her head back to rest on his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

Rudraksh: "Baby aise nahi aayega Ruhh, aur abhi toh bilkul nahi."

(A baby doesn’t come like that, Ruhh, and definitely not now.)

Ruhanika: "Phir kab aayega??"

(Then when will the baby come?)

Rudraksh: "Jab tum badi ho jaogi."

(When you grow up.)

Ruhanika: "Aur kitne bade, hum aapke seene tak toh aate hai."

(How much older? I’m already up to your chest.)

Rudraksh: "Ha toh jab kandhe Tak aa jao tab baat karna."

(Well, when you grow up to my shoulders, then we’ll talk.)

Ruhanika pouted sadly, her voice tinged with a soft sadness as she spoke.

Ruhanika: "Aap jante hai hum isse zyada aur nahi badh payenge tabhi chidha rahe hai na hume, kya isse humare bheetar baby nahi aayega??"

(You know I won’t grow taller than this, and that’s why you’re teasing me, right? Does that mean I won’t have a baby inside me?)

Rudraksh smiled softly, his expression filled with warmth as he gently caressed Ruhanika's cheeks.

Rudraksh: "Tumhari height ki baat nahi kar raha hu Ruhh, age ki baat kar raha hu, choti ho na tum abhi."

(I’m not talking about your height, Ruhh, I’m talking about your age. You’re still young.)

Ruhanika: "Haa sabse chote hai, toh kab aayega baby??"

(Yes, I’m the youngest, so when will the baby come?)

Rudraksh: "baadme, dekho bhabhi abhi 27 ki hai na aur tum toh 22 ki hi ho, toh thodi aur badi ho jao."

(Later. Look, your sister-in-law is 27, and you’re only 22. So wait until you’re a bit older.)

Ruhanika: "Achcha, thik hai kar lenge intezar. "

(Okay, fine, I’ll wait.)

Ruhanika spoke in an extremely sad tone, her words filled with longing as if she wanted the baby right then and there. Rudraksh could feel the weight of her emotions, knowing exactly what she was feeling. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn’t push the topic further. He kept silent, not wanting to bring up questions that he knew he couldn’t answer at that moment. Instead, he held her close, offering a quiet sense of support, hoping she would find solace in his presence.

Ruhanika: "Vaise aapko ladki chahiye ya ladka??"

(By the way, do you want a boy or a girl?)

She asked excitedly, her eyes lighting up with hope and anticipation. As she spoke, Rudraksh couldn't help but start thinking about their future children—how beautiful it would be to raise a family together. A soft smile slowly appeared on his face, his heart warmed by the thought of what their future might hold.

Rudraksh: "Ek choti si Ruhh chahiye mujhe."

(I want a little Ruhh.)

Rudraksh's thoughts drifted, and he began imagining a little girl running around him, her laughter filling the air as she called him "Papa." The vision of her tiny hands reaching up to him, her innocent smile lighting up the room, made his heart swell with joy. A wide, genuine smile spread across his face as he embraced the beautiful thought of one day being a father, the love for their future child already blooming in his heart.

Ruhanika: "aur hume Chote se Aksh, vo bhi bahaut sare. "

(And I want a little Aksh, lots of them!)

Rudraksh chuckled.

Ruhanika: "Isiliye hum bahaut sare bachche karenge."

(That’s why we’ll have lots of kids.)

Rudraksh: "Process jaan ke ek bhi nahi karogi."

(Once you learn the process, you won’t want even one.)

Rudraksh murmured softly to himself, his mind still lingering on the thought of their future. Ruhanika, noticing the change in his tone, gave him a confused look, unsure of what he had just said.

Ruhanika: "Kya ji kuch kaha aapne??"

(What did you say?)

Rudraksh: "Haa, good night bol ke kitni baatein karti ho tum. Chalo so jao ab please."

(Nothing. Just good night. You talk so much. Now go to sleep, please.)

Ruhanika nodded, her excitement still evident as she continued talking about their future kids, painting pictures of their hopes and dreams. Rudraksh listened quietly, his heart full of warmth, imagining the life they would share. Eventually, their conversation softened, and both of them drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, with the unspoken promise of a beautiful future together.

The next morning at Malhotra Empires, Rudraksh sat at his head chair, his presence commanding yet calm. In front of him, a person was seated, looking tense yet respectful. Behind that person, a few others stood, awaiting Rudraksh’s words. The atmosphere in the room was filled with anticipation as discussions were about to unfold. Rudraksh’s gaze was focused, and his posture radiated authority, indicating that this meeting was of great importance.

Rudraksh: "So team, I want to inform you that since we need to launch the next collection on the website soon and stay in constant touch with the IT department, Mr. Rishwik Malhotra, your CTO, will personally handle this."

The team in front of Rudraksh grew visibly excited, their faces lighting up with anticipation. It was the jewelry designer team, and they knew they were in the presence of someone who had made Malhotra Empires a leader in the gold and diamond industry. With a strong market share, the company had set high standards, and this meeting felt like a pivotal moment for them. The designers, standing behind their leader, were eager to present their new designs and ideas, hoping to further elevate the brand’s reputation and success. Rudraksh’s interest in their work made the atmosphere even more charged with energy and expectation.

Manager: "Sir, will Rishwik Sir handle the project?"

Rudraksh: "Yes. I’m caught up in other projects, and Ashvik won’t be coming to the office. So for approvals and coordination, you’ll work with Rishwik."

Female Employee: "That’s so interesting!"

The girl from the jewelry design team couldn’t hide her excitement as she looked at Rudraksh, her thoughts momentarily drifting toward Rishwik, the one she had a strong crush on. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly composed herself, trying to focus on the task at hand. Meanwhile, some of the other team members appeared confused.

Rudraksh: "Rishi, some of the team members are interns and new employees. Go ahead and introduce yourself."

Rishwik: "Sure, Bhai."

The person sitting in front of Rudraksh was Rishwik, his confident posture matching the expectations of the room. As he turned towards the team, some of the girls couldn’t help but ogle him, clearly captivated by his presence. The manager, observing the scene, couldn’t help but smile, impressed by the attention Rishwik was drawing. However, there was one girl in the team who was absolutely shocked, her eyes wide with disbelief. She hadn’t expected Rishwik to be the one in charge of the presentation, and her surprise was evident, though she quickly tried to regain her composure.

Rishwik: "But first, let everyone else introduce themselves, and then I’ll go."

Female Employee: "Hello Sir, I’m Aarushi. I’ve heard a lot about your hacking and tech skills. It’s really impressive!"

Rishwik: "I asked for your introduction, not mine."

The girl went silent. Rudraksh shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips, fully aware of his baby brother's nature. He knew that Rishwik could be playful and childish around family, but when it came to business, he transformed into a confident and arrogant leader, commanding respect in every room he entered.

Rishwik: "Yes, Ms. It’s your turn. Introduce yourself."

Rishwik spoke with a hint of sarcasm, his tone dripping with confidence as he addressed the room. The girl, however, wasn’t intimidated by him at all. Instead, she shot him a glare, unbothered by his arrogance.

Intern: "Hello, I’m Riyanshi Sahni. I’ve joined as an intern. But I haven’t seen you in the company before, Sirrr. Don’t you attend regular company meetings and all?"

Riyanshi also spoke in a sarcastic tone, matching Rishwik's energy but with a confidence of her own. Rishwik’s glare shifted toward her, a flash of challenge in his eyes.

Rishwik: "I’m not an intern here. I’m the CTO and a qualified IT professional. I know how to work with or without coming to the office."

Riyanshi rolled her eyes, clearly unfazed by Rishwik’s glare. Her response was calm yet full of attitude, as if she wasn’t bothered by his attempt to intimidate her. Everyone in the room, including Rudraksh, watched the exchange closely.

Rishwik: "Okay, team, let’s meet in the conference room to discuss everything."

The team nodded in acknowledgment, sensing the conversation had reached its natural end. One by one, they gathered their things and left the room, their footsteps echoing softly as they exited.

Rudraksh: "Kya chal raha hai ye sab??"

(What’s all this happening?)

Rishwik: "Kya bhai??"

(What, Bhai?)

Rudraksh: "Rishiiii"

Rishwik: "Kuch nahi bhai, kuch ulta sidha nahi karunga promise."

(Nothing, Bhai. I promise I won’t do anything wrong.)

Rudraksh: "Vahi thik hoga tere liye."

(That would be better for you.)

Rishwik: "Angel ke sath raha karo yaar aap, vo chashni jaisi meethi, aap karele se bhi zyada kadwe, kaise chalega??"

(You should spend more time with Angel, Bhai. She’s sweet as honey, and you’re bitterer than bitter gourd. How will this work?)

Rudraksh: "Project Aman ko handover kar du??"

(Should I hand over Project Aman to someone else?)

Rishwik: "Jaa Raha hu na, Dhamki kya de rahe ho, Ruko Angel ko bhadkaunga ab."

(I’m going, okay? Why are you threatening me? Wait, I’ll provoke Angel now!)

Rishwik grinned mischievously as he exchanged a glance with Rudraksh, who shot him a sharp glare in response. Without wasting a moment, Rishwik quickly bolted from the room, leaving his brother’s glare behind.

Later, in the meeting with the jewelry design team, Rishwik took his seat with his usual authority. He reviewed the designs presented, then decisively rejected several major designs that Riyanshi had worked hard on. The decision instantly increased her workload, much to her frustration. Throughout the meeting, Riyanshi’s eyes stayed locked on him, her glare burning with irritation. Rishwik, however, simply smirked, clearly enjoying the effect his actions had on her. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with her growing frustration, making it clear he was relishing every moment of her reaction.

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Thank you for your patience, everyone! Here's the latest update.

It seems the target isn't complete yet, but I'm sharing this anyway. 😑😑

Let me know—should I wrap up the clash between Rishwik and Riyanshi and dive into their sweet moments instead?

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I skipped my coffee today to edit this chapter since it's a working day for me. Is tyaag ka kuch toh phal dedo yaar🥲🥲

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