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Aradhaya Singh Rajvansh

"Do you like Chauhan?" His words made my eyes widen, and I tried to cover up as soon as possible, "No bhai, I don't. How did this bizarre thought cross your mind anyway?" His eyebrows scrunched but relaxed in a second.

"It's good if you don't. I mean, I don't know what I was thinking anyway." He patted my head as he rose from his seat. I arched my brow, trying to figure out where he was heading. "I'll bring you something to eat." He smiled at me, making me flash my brightest smile at him.

My brother is not someone who would object if I liked someone, but he would make the man object to everything that might hurt or bother me even an inch. And this man, Rudransh Singh Chauhan, had gone too outrageous for my brother to even think that there was something going on between us. Rudransh Singh Chauhan has been breaking odds since the very day we met. Among the crowd of hundreds, this man's onyx eyes managed to meet mine on stage seven years ago, and somehow those eyes still have their way toward me, just like now, fixed on me since the moment he entered the hall. He has been doing everything he shouldn't, talking to me, getting into my vicinity, or trying to fill stupid ideas in my brother's mind.

I wish I could scratch his face and pull those eyes out of their sockets that are still focused on me. I hate this man for real. What the hell does he think of himself anyway? He cannot disrespect me this way. When I asked him to stay away, why in hell is he fetching reasons to be closer to me, be it the dance last night or today? How can he come and talk all sweet and loving as if he loves me and all he says is genuine and not just build-up lies like he did years back?

"I think it's the opposite. That Chauhan likes you." My throat went dry at my brother's words, making me snap my neck in his direction. I saw his confused face. "Huh?"

"Yeah, I mean he is always around you, looking for reasons or chances to talk to you. Anyway, he is a good, reputed man, but still, if he tries something he should not, then don't think for a second before telling me." I bobbed my head, gulping down the saliva that pained my throat. "It's nothing like that, Bhai, you relax. The paneer looks fascinating." I parted my lips as he chuckled at my excitement for food, making a morsel.

After being away from home for all these years, I have grown to respect and love my regional food more and more. Even though for the first three years, Papa tried to cook as much as possible, we lacked time and proper ingredients there. So now, I try my best to feed myself as much Indian food as I can.

"Here." He fed me a morsel, and before I could let the flavours melt in my mouth and devour the delicious dish, the dish just hit my senses, making my throat choke. It was a tingling and pinching sensation that ran from my tongue to my throat. I tried to gulp the food, but it started burning more. I coughed as breathing became difficult, so I coughed louder.

My brother's eyes widened in panic. "Aru! Are you okay?" He quickly grabbed the glass of water on the table and handed it to me. I took it and tried to drink, but before I could, Rudransh was there in a flash beside me, taking the glass from my hand, his face etched with concern.

"How could you be so careless?" he asked urgently, his eyes scanning my face while he stretched his palm before my mouth, eyeing me. "Spit it out." I eyed his bare hand and shook my head in a no.

"Not now, Dhaya." He hissed, grabbing a tissue from the table and placing it on his palm. I took the tissue from him, spitting the food into it and wrapping it up. He took the dirty tissue from me, tossing it into the bin nearby.

"Careless? She just choked on the food, but it's not even spicy," my brother explained, his voice laced with worry while he picked a spoonful of the gravy and tasted it himself.

"The gravy has cashews." Both men spoke at the same time, my brother's face intensifying with worry as he called the twins. "Yug! Yagya!" I tried to grab the glass of water myself while rubbing my chest to ease the coughing.

"Gargle it out!" This time it was my brother who took the water from my hand.

"Abhir, bring some ice cream." He barked orders to his brother.

"Aru! What happened, Bhai?" The twins ran toward our table while Abhir followed them along with Aahana. I rose from my chair to go to the washroom to rinse my mouth.

"Aahana, please accompany her." My brother asked my best friend, who was already walking beside me.

"You don't need to, please Bhai." She gave him an assuring look while we walked to the restroom. I rinsed my mouth twice, gargling to soothe the coughing. She rubbed my back lightly, holding my hair back.

As we walked back to the hall and sat at the table beside each other, Aahana took the ice cream bowl and brought a spoonful near my mouth. As I took in the ice cream, the cold sensation soothed my throat, helping me manage the cough.

The hall had quieted down significantly, and the tension had dissipated. My brother was still standing nearby, his eyes never leaving me, but Rudransh had stepped back, giving us some space. I could feel his eyes on me, though, his concern still palpable.

"Are you feeling better now?" Aahana asked softly, her eyes full of worry.

I nodded, giving her a small smile.

"Manager!" Both I and Aahana flinched at the loud bark of Rudransh in the direction of the staff.

"Yes, sir." The man practically ran to him to stand before him, shivering as this hunk of a man yelled at the poor man.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday to exclude cashews from all the gravies and desserts?" His deadening voice rang in the room, and I could see my brothers witnessing the same.

"Bhai," Abhir tried to intervene, but he flashed his palm at his face, shutting him up. "Didn't I?" This time, the tone was not loud but cold. I could see all eyes focused on him. For the grace of God, there were only cousins from both sides in the hall with some staff witnessing us.

"Yes, sir." The man stuttered, forming words while I could feel Rudransh's jaw clenching as he tried to manage his anger.

"Then how the hell does this gravy have cashews in it?"

"Sir-sir, maybe the cook was not aware of the instructions given yesterday. I will look into the matter." The man spoke, gathering every bit and piece of the courage left in his body.

"This is pure negligence. How were the cooking instructions not conveyed?" This time, my brother spoke, and I could tell he was trying his best to maintain his calm and not lash out loudly on the staff like Rudransh just did.

"They are learning from their seniors." Rudransh's eyes snapped at my brother, who arched a brow at him. "You should have been careful." He gritted his teeth while my brother just gave him a confused look.

"Bhai..." I managed to utter the word, rising from my chair and tucking his elbow. His attention drifted in a second toward me. "Aru! Don't speak. I had sent Yug to bring your anti-allergics. You will be better." He caressed my cheek lightly, speaking in his sweetest tone.

"Don't fire him. It's just a mistake." I whispered, my throat aching as I spoke louder.

"It's not just a mista—" I glared in Rudransh's direction to shut him up and hint at him to behave himself. He scrunched his eyes, breathing deeply while I could see his fists clenched tightly. The tension was thick in the room but was cut when the twins ran to us with some medicines.

"Here, Bhai." My brother took out the medicine, brought it near my lips, and gave me water to gulp it down. Meanwhile, Rudransh gave me a concerned look, and I gave him an assuring blink, trying my best not to be noticed. With that, Rudransh gave me one last, lingering look before walking away, leaving me to breathe a bit easier. Despite the tension and the discomfort, a part of me couldn't help but think about the tones of questions that waited for me from my brothers.

"I'll send ginger tea to your room. You should rest," Aridhaan Bhai spoke, caressing my head gently. I nodded to him and rose from the chair, walking to him and wrapping my arms around him, pressing my ear against his chest and hearing his fastened heartbeat. "I am okay. Don't stress much," I whispered in my hoarse voice. He hugged me back, rubbing my back gently, kissing the crown of my head, and humming in response. I could feel his body relaxing as he heaved a heavy sigh.

"She will be alright, Bhai!" Yug and Yagya Bhai joined us in the hug, wrapping their arms around us.

"Mai bhi!" Aahana tried to squeeze herself into the group hug, making us all chuckle, while I heard Abhir wrapping his arms across her back, making her whine.

"Aap mereko hug karlo!"

("You hug me!")

I stretched my neck to see her biting his arm that superficially wrapped around her from behind, avoiding the touch.

"Junglee!" He winced in pain, shaking off his arm.

Everyone laughed at the antics, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating. The warmth of my brothers' support surrounded me, and despite the discomfort in my throat, I felt a sense of peace and comfort. Aridhaan Bhai pulled back slightly, looking down at me with a reassuring smile.

"Let's get you to your room," he said softly. "You need to rest before the Haldi ceremony."

I nodded, grateful for his concern. Aahana took my hand, ready to walk with me, while Yug and Yagya Bhai flanked us, ensuring I was okay. As we made our way to the room, Abhir and Aahana continued to bicker playfully, their light-hearted teasing a welcome distraction from the earlier scare.

Once we reached my room, I changed into something comfortable, Aridhaan Bhai helped me settle onto the bed, tucking me in like he used to when we were kids. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Rest well, Aru. I'll check on you later," he said, his voice full of brotherly affection.

Aahana and the twins lingered a bit, making sure I was comfortable before they left. "I'll bring you the ginger tea," Aahana said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "And if you need anything, just call me."

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice still raspy but filled with gratitude. As they left the room, Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, there was a soft knock on the door.

I dragged myself out of my comfy bed and opened the door to find Rudransh standing there. He had changed into his casual wear: a black loose t-shirt that was well-fitted around his biceps, grey casual pants, and plain loafers. In his hand, he held a tray with a cup covered. He cleared his throat, gaining my attention. As he pushed past me and barged into my room, I was caught off guard and stumbled behind. I closed the door and followed him inside. He moved towards the side table, placing the tray on it. He handed me the cup.

"Here, have your ginger tea," he said softly, his eyes watching me intently.

I raised my eyebrows, but he brought the cup of tea near my lips. As I sipped the tea lightly, I shot a disapproving look in his direction. He gave me his signature smirk, as if he had won a war.

"How is your throat now?" he asked, making himself comfortable on my bed, stretching out and leaning back against the pillows.

I sat on my bed near the headrest to grab my phone. I quickly typed on the notes:

"I am fine. You did not need to bring the tea. Please leave now!"

With his back erect, he positioned one knee on the bed while extending the other leg down its length. He read the message and sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"Abhir asked me to give it to you. I wanted to apologize for today," he said sincerely, his eyes softening.

I nodded and typed on my phone, "Okay. It is good that you realize how big of a problem you created for me by behaving like an angry bull before everyone."

He sighed, shaking his head. "I am not sorry for punishing the people whose carelessness caused this harm to you or letting people know that troubling you is off-limits," he said firmly. "I am sorry for all this happened. Your brother should have been careful, and you too, Dhaya! I don't care about anyone else, but I will unleash hell on this earth a million times if something happens to you."

There was no sign of falsehood or deceit on his taut face. He crossed his fingers and leaned slightly towards me. I made an effort to comprehend his words and craft a response. "Oh please, Mr. Chauhan, cut your big words. It is hard for me to understand what you want from me," I typed again, my fingers trembling slightly.

A sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed the nape of my neck, sending goosebumps along my skin. He brought his face near mine, his onyx eyes piercing into mine. "I am not saying things for the sake of anything. I mean every word. I know I hurt you in the past, and I regret each and every action with every passing second. I never knew it would be this difficult for me to survive without you. I wouldn't even ask you to understand my pain because I cannot stand you bearing even an ounce of the pain I felt in your absence."

I tried to pull away, but he kept his grip firm. "I know you have been in pain because of me, and I apologize deeply from every corner of my heart. Give me a chance, please! One chance to prove my sincerity towards you. I promise I won't disappoint you this time," he said, finally letting go of my neck. A lone tear escaped my eye. Before I could wipe it away, his thumb caressed my cheek, gently brushing the tear aside. He brought his tear-stained thumb near his mouth and kissed it.

I managed to utter something, but only a weak hiss escaped my lips. He placed a finger on my lips, hushing me. "Your throat is not healed enough yet," he spoke softly. For anyone who had heard him yelling at everyone in the garden, it would be a wonder to hear him speaking so warmly.

I grabbed my phone to type, "I don't think I can." I showed him the text with pleading eyes.

He read the text and looked at me, saying, "I won't give up. Ever." The last word was uttered forcefully, as if he wanted to clear every doubt from my mind. "I will wait for you as I have been waiting for you all these years," he said again, looking at me with unwavering determination.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw the raw sincerity in his gaze. Despite everything, despite the past and the hurt, his words resonated with a truth I couldn't ignore. I didn't know if I could trust him, but the intensity of his emotion made me question my resolve.

Rudransh's expression softened as he watched me struggle with my emotions. "Dhaya, you don't have to decide anything now. Just know that I'm here for you, always," he said, his voice gentle and filled with genuine concern. He reached out and lightly touched my arm, his fingers brushing against my skin in a comforting gesture.

I nodded slowly, feeling a small glimmer of hope amidst the confusion and pain. Maybe, just maybe, if only I could erase the past seven years or that night from my memory.

"Get ready, we are going to a doctor." He rose from the bed, straightening himself and extending his arm to offer his hand to me.

"I have had my medicines, I don't need a doctor." I typed onto the notepad, flashing it to him.

"The haldi is in four hours. Everyone will want you to be present there. For a fast recovery, come and visit the doctor with me." He tried to put out his reasons, and I could not disagree. If my parents got to know that I had suffered from an allergic reaction, they would be tense for real and wouldn't allow me to attend the function.

"I'll ask my brothers to take me, or I will go alone." I typed again.

"No need to go alone." I arched my brows at his words. He pressed his lips together, taking a pause. "Your family is busy with the arrangements. If you don't want to make it all evident to everyone that you are sick with a numb throat and building fever, come with me. It will barely take an hour." He touched my forehead with the back of his palm, giving me a skeptical expression.

"Okay, I'll change and come, but we aren't going alone. I'll ask Aahana to come with me."

"Why do you need to change? Aise hi apsara lag rahi hai aap." He huffed, scrunching his nose, trying to lighten the mood. (You look like such an apsara.)

"Alright." I texted Aahana while wearing my sneakers to accompany me on the way.

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