"14. Threads of Affection"

"Shrinagar kya nikharega

Uska roop

Jisne saadgi ko apna

Gehna banaya hai"

-Fictionflare_ (Rudraksh)

In the stillness of midnight, the room was quiet except for the soft sound of breathing. Rudraksh and Ruhanika had initially fallen asleep on their separate sides of the bed, but as the night deepened, Ruhanika unconsciously shifted toward him, drawn by the warmth and comfort of his presence. In her peaceful sleep, she embraced him, resting her head gently on his chest, her body nearly hovering over him. while Rudraksh's arm had naturally wrapped around her waist. In his sleep, he clenched his fist, gripping a small section of her shirt near her waist. Ruhanika felt the weight of Rudraksh's uneven breathing against her cheek as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Confused and concerned, she slowly opened her sleepy eyes and looked up at him. What she saw startled her—Rudraksh was shifting his head from side to side, his face covered in sweat, his jaw clenched, and his breaths labored as though he was trapped in a nightmare. His hand had gripped her shirt tightly, and his other hand was clutching the bedsheet as if trying to find stability. His eyelids were shut tightly, and soft, indistinct murmurs escaped his lips. Worried, Ruhanika moved closer, trying to hear what he was saying. She gently placed her hand on his cheek, her heart beating faster as she leaned in to listen.

Rudraksh: "Noo, nahi...ba..chao, pl..ease, bac..ha lo."

(No, no... save, please... save.)

Rudraksh was restless in his sleep, murmuring a string of anxious words that echoed his inner turmoil. Ruhanika, watching him closely, felt a wave of tension wash over her.

Ruhanika: "Lagta hai inhe bhi bure sapne aa rahe hai, kitne dare huye lag rahe hai ye."

(It seems like he's having a bad dream as well. He looks so scared.)

Ruhanika noticed the anguish etched on Rudraksh's face, and her own expressions mirrored the depth of his suffering. It was as if an invisible thread connected them, allowing her to sense the weight of his pain as if it were her own. Concern filled her eyes, and her heart ached for him, making her instinctively reach out, wanting to com

Ruhanika: "Hum inhe utha denge toh shayad ye aur sehem jayenge."

(If I wake him up, he might get even more terrified.)

Ruhanika took a moment to gather her thoughts, her heart racing as she watched Rudraksh struggle in his sleep. After two tense minutes, she gently eased her shirt from his grasp, careful not to disturb him further. Sitting beside him, she scanned the room for something to help, but found nothing. Using the soft fabric of her sleeves, she tenderly wiped the sweat from Rudraksh's forehead, her movements delicate and soothing. She then let her fingers glide through his hair, caressing his head gently, hoping to provide some comfort. Leaning closer, she bent down near his face, her breath warm against his skin.

Ruhanika: "Shhh, shant ho jaiye, koi kuch nahi karega. Hum hai aapke sath, hum aur aap saath me bhoot ko bhaga denge. Shant ho jaiye."

(Shhh, calm down. No one is going to harm you. I am here with you. Together, we'll chase away the ghost. Just calm down.)

She gently caressed his head, running her fingers through his hair, and rubbed her palm against his chest to calm him, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her touch.

Ruhanika: "Shhh bas bas, sab thik hai. Aap thik hai. Araam kijiye ab. Hum yahi hai aapke sath."

(Shhh, there, there. Everything is fine. You are okay now. Relax. I am here with you.)

Even she couldn’t quite understand what compelled her, but she leaned down and gently kissed Rudraksh’s forehead. To her relief, she noticed a wave of relaxation wash over his face, his furrowed brow softening. As if sensing her presence, Rudraksh's grip on the bedsheet loosened, and he instinctively reached for her hand resting on his chest. In his sleep, he shifted slightly, resting his head in her lap, seeking comfort in her warmth. Ruhanika gazed down at him, her heart swelling with affection as she watched him find comfort in her presence. A soft smile spread across her face, illuminating the quiet darkness of the room.

Ruhanika: "Lagta hai aapko bhi godh me sar rakh ke sone ki aadat hai, koi baat nahi hum Sula dete hai aapko."

(It seems like you are also used to sleeping with your head in someone's lap. No worries, I’ll put you to sleep.)

Ruhanika gently ran her fingers through Rudraksh's hair, feeling him relax under her touch. As if drawn to her warmth, his hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer and burying his face into her soft stomach. The unexpected intimacy made her stiffen for a moment, but instead of feeling uncomfortable, she felt a wave of warmth envelop her. Noticing his brow furrowed in distress, she instinctively continued to stroke his hair, and gradually, his features softened. A smile appeared on his lips as he slipped deeper into sleep, bringing a tender smile to Ruhanika's face as well. However, amid the sweetness of the moment, a flicker of confusion lingered in her mind.

Ruhanika: "Ye hume, humare pet me gudgudi kyu mehsoos ho rahi hai?? Ye bhi so rahe hai, Varna inse hi puch lete."

(Why am I feeling ticklish in my stomach? He’s asleep; otherwise, I would have asked him.)

Lost in her thoughts and unaware of the depth of her feelings, Ruhanika continued to gently massage Rudraksh's head. The soothing motion lulled her into a sense of calm, and before she knew it, she too drifted off to sleep, resting her head against the soft cushion of the bed's headrest. The quiet of the room enveloped them both, creating a cocoon of peace where worries faded away, and only the warmth of their shared presence remained.

In the morning, Rudraksh stirred awake as the sunlight peeked through the curtains. As his eyes fluttered open, he noticed something soft beneath his head. At first, he thought it was just his pillow, so he nestled his face deeper into it, relishing the warmth and comfort. But as he shifted slightly, he felt gentle fingers moving through his hair, sending a soothing sensation through him.

Ruhanika: "Ummm hmm"

Ruhanika stirred slightly, feeling a ticklish sensation as Rudraksh's face brushed against her stomach. A soft sound escaped her lips, which drew Rudraksh's attention. He blinked slowly, the remnants of sleep still clouding his mind. As he shifted back for a clearer view, he suddenly realized the position they were in—he was sprawled on her lap, arms wrapped around her waist. His eyes widened in surprise, and a rush of embarrassment flooded over him. Alarmed, he quickly sat up, and that’s when he noticed Ruhanika’s hand still tangled in his hair. He glanced at her, noticing that she was sleeping uncomfortably, leaning against the headrest. He watched as Ruhanika’s fingers continued to move gently, almost as if she were still caressing his hair in her sleep. A wave of warmth washed over him as he remembered the nightmare that had plagued him for years, and he realized that she had been there, soothing him through it. His initial shock morphed into a soft smile, gratitude filling his heart. Gently, he tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, careful not to disturb her too much. His fingers lingered on her cheek, cupping it tenderly as he marveled at how she had instinctively provided him comfort.

Rudraksh: "Tumne thaan li hai na Ruh, mujhe pagal karne ki haa??"

(You’ve made it your mission to drive me crazy, haven’t you, Ruh?)

He caressed her cheeks slowly, letting his thumb glide softly over her skin.

Rudraksh: "Pehli in masoom aakho se?? Phir is apni bholi bhali na samajh baaton se, aur ab ye pyaari pyaari harkaton se, hmm??"

(First with those innocent eyes, then with your naive and innocent words, and now with these adorable little gestures, hmm?)

He looked at her with admiring eyes, captivated by her serene beauty. The morning light framed her face, casting a gentle glow that highlighted her delicate features.

Rudraksh: "Ek toh vaise hi tumse pehle ye dil dhadakta nahi tha aur ab dhadak raha hai toh."

(My heart didn’t even beat properly before you came, and now that it’s beating...)

He paused, his smile widening as he recalled the giddy feelings that surged through him whenever she was near. The way she innocently navigated the world, her little quirks and endearing moments, filled his heart with warmth.

Rudraksh: "Sohneyo ae mera dil ena vi nhi seh sakda, ehda na karo jaana”

(Oh dear, my heart can’t handle this much, don’t do this to me.)

He smiled softly, feeling a surge of affection as he continued to caress her cheeks. Ruhanika leaned further into his palm, seeking the warmth and comfort he offered. Her trust in him was palpable, and he cherished the moment, savoring the intimacy they shared. It felt as if time stood still, and all his worries faded away, leaving only the gentle rhythm of their breaths and the deep connection that had blossomed between them.

Rudraksh: "Main nahi janta ki humare bich ye kaisa rishta hai aur is rishte ka kya future hai, par tumhari raksha humesha karunga ye vaada hai mera. Tumhe dobara kabhi vo sab nahi sehna padega, aur na hi kisi se darne ki zarurat hai Bachcha."

(I don’t know what kind of relationship we share or what the future holds for it, but I promise I’ll always protect you. You will never have to endure what you went through again, and there’s no need to be afraid, kid.)

As he noticed her head beginning to droop, a smile spread across his face. With a gentle shake of his head, he adjusted her position, ensuring she was comfortable. Moving to her side, he scooped her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly and laying her back down on the bed. As he straightened up, he felt her arms wrap around his neck, holding on tightly. Unable to resist, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, a tender gesture that filled the room with warmth. Carefully, he peeled her hands away from his neck and placed them gently on her stomach, ensuring she was settled and secure.  Rudraksh straightened himself, making sure Ruhanika was snugly tucked in the duvet. She seemed to find comfort in its warmth, turning slightly to search for something. Anticipating her need, he placed the pillow beside her. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around it, settling back into a peaceful slumber. With a soft smile playing on his lips at the sight, Rudraksh took a moment to admire her before quietly slipping out of the room, heading off to the gym.

As Rudraksh walked into the gym, he was greeted by the sight of Rishwik and Ashvik exchanging knowing glances. The moment they noticed his smile, their eyes sparkled with mischief, and they immediately sensed an opportunity for playful teasing.

Rishwik: "Subah subah itni badi muskaan."

(Such a big smile early in the morning!)

Ashvik: "Hum toh taras gaye the dekhne ke liye, par lagta hai kisi ke liye kisi ko hasana bachcho ka khel hai."

(We’ve been longing to see it, but it seems making someone laugh is child's play for someone.)

Rishwik: "Ashvik bhai, bachchi hi toh hai vo koi, koi jo kisi patthar jaisi cheez pe raaj karti hai."

(Ashvik, she’s just a little girl, someone who rules over a stone-like heart.)

Ashvik: "Vahi patthar jo kisi ke seene me hai??"

(That same stone that was in someone’s chest?)

Rishwik: "Hai nahi bhai tha, ab toh pighal gaya hai."

(It’s not there anymore, my friend; it has melted away now.)

Rudraksh shot icy glares at Rishwik and Ashvik, but they started giggling.  As they continued their playful banter, Rudraksh shook his head in disbelief, trying to focus on his own workout. Despite his efforts, their teasing was relentless, and he couldn't help but glance over occasionally, the corners of his mouth twitching in reluctant irritation.

Rishwik: "Yaar aaj mujhe kitna kaam karna hai."

(Man, I have so much work to do today.)

Ashvik: "Kyu??"

(Why?)

Rishwik: "Ab koi toh Ghar pe araam se kisi pyari se pari ke sath din guzarega, toh kaam toh hum jaise majdur hi karenge na."

(Well, if someone at home is spending their day peacefully with a lovely angel, then the laborers like us will be left with all the work, right?)

Ashvik: "Ek toh vaise hi itni bhaag daud wali zindagi hai, usme bhi kuch log hum bachcho pe zulm karte hai."

(Life is already full of running around, and even in that, some people impose cruelty on us poor kids.)

Both Rishwik and Ashvik burst into laughter, completely oblivious to the irritation growing in Rudraksh. But the moment he stood up, a glint of mischief sparkled in his eyes—Leo mode was officially activated. Striding over to Rishwik, he smirked, effortlessly adding an extra 30 kg to the weights. Rishwik's eyes widened in shock.

Rishwik: "Ahh, bhai, kya kar rahe ho??"

(Ahh, bro, what are you doing??)

Rudraksh: "Majdur hai na tu, majdur ki tarah bojh utha ab. Niche rakha tha toh raat ko bhi office me rahega."

(Aren’t you a laborer? Then carry the burden like one. If it stays on the ground, you'll be in the office overnight.)

Rishwik turned to Rudraksh with a dramatic, puppy-eyed expression, but it only earned him an unyielding stare in return. Meanwhile, Ashvik caught sight of this and felt a wave of fear wash over him; he quickly diverted his gaze, pretending to be intensely focused on his jog on the treadmill. Rudraksh couldn’t help but smirk at the scene unfolding before him. He approached Ashvik with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Ashvik managed a sheepish smile, hoping to charm his way out of any trouble. But Rudraksh had other plans. Without warning, he cranked up the speed of the treadmill. Suddenly, Ashvik was thrust into a sprint, his feet barely keeping pace.

Ashvik: "Bhai kya kar Raha hai, chod de yaar. Sorry "

(Bro, what are you doing? Let me go, man. Sorry!)

Ashvik huffed, his breath coming in rapid bursts as he tried to keep up with the treadmill’s relentless pace.

Rudraksh: "Bhaag daud bhari Zindagi hai na toh bhaag ab."

( Life is full of running around, right? Then run now.)

Ashvik: "Areh mere baap, galti ho gayi maaf karde."

(Oh my god, I made a mistake, forgive me!)

Rudraksh: "Speed kum ki toh chal ke raat ko Rishwik ko company dene ke liye ready rehna."

(If you slow down, be ready to keep Rishwik company tonight.)

As Rishwik and Ashvik pushed through their punishment, Rudraksh remained focused on his own workout, his brows furrowed in concentration. To the outside world, he was a figure of strength and toughness, but those who knew him well understood that beneath that hardened exterior lay a heart as soft as cotton, especially when it came to his loved ones. As the minutes passed, he found himself softening toward his younger brother and friend. In a moment of weakness, he forgave them, and without delay, they rushed in for a bone-crushing hug. The unexpected embrace caught him off guard, and he returned the gesture with a playful slap on their backs, grimacing slightly at the sweat they were all sharing.

Rishwik: "Ahhh, bhai yaar"

(Ahhh, bro, come on, man.)

Ashvik: "Do minute pyaar hazam nahi hota na tujhse."

(You can't even handle two minutes of love, can you?)

Rishwik: "Humara pyaar thodi lenge ye, ab toh kisi aur ka"

(He won’t take our love now; it belongs to someone else.)

Ashvik: "Yaar main ladki nahi hu toh aisa karega tu??"

(Dude, I’m not a girl, so will you do this to me?)

Rudraksh: "Be ready to face the consequences now, both of you."

Rudraksh playfully punched both Ashvik and Rishwik lightly in the stomach, sending them doubling over in mock surprise. Their laughter echoed through the space as they bolted away, giggling like kids. Watching them run off, Rudraksh couldn't help but smile, shaking his head in amusement.

Rudraksh: "Tussi ki ho sohneyo??? Kya se kya kar diya hai is ghar ke logo ko."

(What have you done, darling? Look at what you’ve done to the people of this house.)

With a soft smile creeping onto his face, Rudraksh found his thoughts drifting to Ruhanika. Her warmth, her innocent charm, and the way she had cared for him during the night filled him with a sense of happiness. Later he pushed himself through his workout.

Ruhanika's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile gracing her lips as she took in the morning light. But the moment her gaze searched for Rudraksh and found only the empty space beside her, her smile faltered, replaced by a small pout. She longed for the warmth of his embrace, the feeling of safety that came from being held close to him.

Ruhanika: "Subah subah kaha chale jate hai ye??"

(Where does he go so early in the morning?)

Ruhanika couldn't help but complaint to herself, feeling a mix of disappointment and affection. As she sat up on the bed, she glanced around, her eyes landing on the empty space where Rudraksh had been. She recalled how she had fallen asleep in an awkward position, yet now she felt rested and peaceful. A soft smile spread across her face as she realized he must have gently moved her to a more comfortable position, taking care of her. That thought warmed her heart.

Ruhanika: "Ye kitne achche hai, humara kitna khayal rakhte hai. Hume bhi kuch karna chahiye. Par hum kya kare."

(He is so nice. He takes such good care of me. I should do something for him too. But what should I do?)

Ruhanika's thoughts began to swirl, and a broad smile crept across her face.

Ruhanika: "Hum inke Bhai se puch lete hai. Abhi jaldi se naha ke niche jate hai."

(I’ll ask his brother. Let me quickly shower and go downstairs.)

Ruhanika quickly stood up, surprised to find that her feet felt much better today. A smile spread across her face as she moved toward the closet. When she opened the first cupboard, her eyes sparkled with delight; it was filled with an array of beautiful ethnic dresses.She traced her fingers over the soft fabrics, feeling the intricate embroidery and vibrant colors.

Ruhanika: "ye humare liye kapde le bhi aaye."

(He even brought clothes for me.)

Ruhanika picked out an outfit adorned with intricate embroidery, but it felt too elaborate for her taste, so she set it back. She tried another, but it too seemed heavy and overwhelming. With each dress she examined, her confusion grew. Had Rudraksh really chosen these for her? She’d never worn anything so luxurious or extravagant before.

After sometime Rudraksh entered the room and noticed the bed was empty, his heart lightening as he approached the closet. Just then, Ruhanika stepped out, still wrestling with the sleeves of a dress that seemed too intricate for her. He couldn’t help but smile at her adorable struggle. But as he approached, concern creased his brow. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, stopping her movement. When she turned to him, her face lit up with a smile.

Ruhanika: "Aap subah subah kaha chale jaate hai?? Aap jante hai hum na dhundh rahe the aapko."

(Where do you go early in the morning? You know, I was looking for you.)

Rudraksh: "Pehle ye batao, ye kapde kyu pehne hai?? Tumhare liye kapde rakhe hai dekhe nahi tumne???"

(First tell me, why are you wearing these clothes? Didn’t you see the clothes I left for you?)

Ruhanika: "Kapde toh dekhe toh vo itna bhari the hume laga kahi kisi aur ke toh nahi."

(I saw the clothes, but they were so heavy, I thought they might be for someone else.)

Rudraksh shot her an mock glare, Ruhanika instinctively pouted, her head lowering in response to his gaze.

Rudraksh: "Tumhare sivay aur koi ladki dikhti hai tumhe is ghar me??"

(Do you see any other girl in this house besides you?)

Ruhanika shook her head gently.

Rudraksh: "Toh kapde tumhare liye hi honge na paglu."

(So the clothes must be for you, right silly?)

Ruhanika nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering as she turned to face Rudraksh.

Rudraksh: "Aao main sab dikhata hu."

(Come, I'll show you everything.)

Rudraksh gently took Ruhanika’s hand and led her deeper into the closet. As he opened the doors, he revealed an astonishing sight: five entire cupboards filled with an array of clothes, each piece more beautiful than the last. Ruhanika stood there in disbelief, her eyes widening as she took in the sheer volume of outfits dedicated solely to her. In contrast, Rudraksh’s own clothes were confined to just three cupboards. Ruhanika’s astonishment grew, and she felt a rush of warmth in her heart.

Rudraksh: "Kya hua pasand nahi aaye?? Dusre manga du??"

( What happened? Don’t you like them? Should I order something else?)

Ruhanika: "Areh nahi, ye itna kapde hai, itne me toh zindagi nikal jayegi."

(Oh no, there are so many clothes here, it feels like a lifetime's worth!)

Rudraksh: "Oye sohneyo, kuch bhi na kahi. Aur pasand aaye toh pehne kyu nahi??"

(Oh dear, don’t say anything like that. And if you like them, why aren't you wearing them?)

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting with his.

Ruhanika: "Ye kapde kuch zyada hi achche hai, humne kabhi pehne nahi hai aise."

(These clothes are just too nice; I’ve never worn anything like this before.)

Rudraksh smiled at Ruhanika’s innocence, his heart swelling with affection. He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. With a tender gaze, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead,

Rudraksh: "Nahi pehne toh ab pehno, koi kuch nahi kahega yaha tumhe, samjhi betu???"

(If you haven’t worn them before, wear them now. No one is going to say anything to you here, got it, sweetie?)

Ruhanika’s smile blossomed, lighting up her face as she nodded enthusiastically. In that moment, Rudraksh felt a wave of relief wash over him; it was as if all his hard work and struggles had finally been rewarded.

Ruhanika: "Aap hi bata dijiye konsa pehne??"

( You tell me, which one should I wear?)

Rudraksh gently patted Ruhanika’s cheeks before turning his attention to selecting a suitable outfit for her. He sifted through the garments and finally chose a soft pink ethnic dress that exuded elegance without being overly extravagant. The design featured a modest neckline and a comfortable fit, ensuring she would feel at ease wearing it. With a warm smile, he handed the dress to her, then gestured toward an array of accessories and essentials he had carefully picked out. Ruhanika felt a wave of emotions wash over her—overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness behind his gestures, tears began to well up in her eyes. Sensing her distress, Rudraksh's heart raced, fearing he had somehow upset her. He quickly cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away her tears.

Rudraksh: "Kya ho gaya Ruh?? Maine kuch galat kar diya??"

(What’s wrong, Ruh? Did I do something wrong?)

Ruhanika shook her head, unable to articulate the depth of her feelings, and instead wrapped her arms around Rudraksh, burying her face against his chest. She rubbed her cheeks against him, seeking comfort in his warmth. The intimacy of the moment sent his heartbeat racing, the rapid rhythm echoing in his ears as he instinctively held her tighter.

Ruhanika: "Aap bahaut achche hai."

(You’re too nice.)

Rudraksh gently pulled her back, giving himself a moment to steady his racing heart. He took a few deep breaths, gathering his thoughts before looking into her eyes with sincerity.

Rudraksh: "Toh royi kyu aap sohneyo??"

(Then why are you crying, sweetheart?)

Ruhanika: "Kisi ne pehle humare liye itna kuch nahi kiya, kabhi itne kapde,ye sab cheeze nahi laayi."

(No one has ever done so much for me before, never brought me so many clothes or these kinds of things.)

He smiled warmly, gently wiping away her tears once more. Ruhanika, feeling the warmth of his touch, instinctively held his hand against her cheek, savoring the comfort and safety it brought her.

Ruhanika: "Hume chahiye bhi nahi kisi se, par aap lekar aaye toh pata nahi kyu hume achcha laga aur hum rone lage."

(I don’t even want such things from anyone, but when you brought them, I don’t know why, but I liked it, and I started crying.)

Rudraksh: "Tussi kinne masoom ho my belle amé."

(You are such a pure soul, belle âme.)

Ruhanika: "Jiii???"

(What???)

Rudraksh: "Jii kuch nahi, achcha batao, mere liye taiyaar hokar aaogi ye sab pehen ke??"

( Oh nothing, just tell me, will you get ready for me wearing these clothes?)

Ruhanika: "Aapke liye??"

(For you?)

Rudraksh nodded, feeling an inexplicable urge for Ruhanika to dress up for him. Her smile, adorned with adorable dimples, melted his heart, prompting a soft chuckle as he playfully poked them. However, his lighthearted moment faded when he noticed her smile vanish. Concern creased his brow as he searched her eyes for the reason behind her sudden shift in mood.

Rudraksh: "Hun ki hoya sohneyo??"

(Hmm, what’s the matter, sweetheart?)

Ruhanika: "Haan ji???"

(Yes?)

Rudraksh: "matlab ki ab kya hua?? Kaha gayi aapki muskaan??"

( I mean, what happened now? Where did your smile go?)

Ruhanika: "Vo hum ye sab kaise pehnenge?? Humara gala gir nahi jayega inke bhaar se???"

(Well, how can I wear all of this? I’ll feel weighed down by the heaviness of these accessories!)

Rudraksh stifled a laugh, knowing that if he burst out, Ruhanika might misinterpret his amusement and withdraw further into herself. He cleared his throat, attempting to mask the humor bubbling within him, and instead focused on reassuring her with a warm smile. It was important to him that she felt comfortable and understood, especially after her earlier emotional response.

Rudraksh: "Sab nahi bachcha, jo ek pasand ho vo pehen lo"

(Not all of them, sweetheart, just wear whichever one you like.)

Ruhanika: "Aur ye, ye jo aap laaye hai, hume ye sab lagana nahi aata, humne lagaya nahi hai kabhi."

(And this, the makeup and things you've brought, I don’t know how to put them on. I’ve never used this stuff before.)

She pointed toward the array of makeup products neatly arranged on the vanity.

Rudraksh: "Tumhe zarurat bhi nahi hai, vo toh us bewakoof stylist ne bheja h ye sab, use kya pata tumhari baby skin kitni pyaari hai."

(You don’t even need to. That foolish stylist sent all this. What does she know about how precious your baby-soft skin is?)

Ruhanika: "Kisne ji??"

(Who did?)

Rudraksh: "Areh baba, kuch nahi tum jao taiyaar ho jao jaldi se, ye sab tum mat lagana thik hai??"

(Oh nothing, darling. You go get ready quickly, and don’t put on any of that stuff, alright?)

Ruhanika nodded eagerly and headed back into the washroom to change. Meanwhile, Rudraksh grabbed his clothes and stepped into the other room to freshen up. After a while, he returned to their bedroom, but just as he settled in, his phone rang. It was Amandeep, and Rudraksh could tell he was in the midst of an important conversation. However, his attention was suddenly drawn to a soothing sound behind him. Intrigued, he turned around and found himself completely frozen in place. His eyes widened, not in shock, but in admiration. Ruhanika emerged from the washroom, looking radiant in the soft pink ethnic dress he had chosen for her.

Amandeep: "Hello, hello sir, are you there???"

Rudraksh: "We’ll talk later."

Without waiting for Amandeep's response, Rudraksh abruptly disconnected the call and tossed his phone onto the bed. His focus was solely on Ruhanika, who stood before him, radiating a beauty that left him momentarily speechless.

Ruhanika stood before him, dressed exactly as he had envisioned, and Rudraksh felt a rush of emotions flood his chest. The soft jingle of her anklets filled the air, enchanting him further. She approached with a smile that lit up the room, and his heart raced, almost as if it was trying to leap from his chest to reach her. He stood frozen, mesmerized by her beauty, completely captivated by the way she looked. It was as if time had paused, and he found himself unable to blink or look away. The air felt thick with unspoken feelings, and in that moment, all he could think was how perfect she was, and how lucky he was to have her in his life.

Ruhanika: "Hum kaise lag rahe hai??"

(How do I look?)

Rudraksh remained silent, utterly entranced by Ruhanika. Every detail about her seemed to weave a spell around him. The dress hugged her figure perfectly, enhancing her radiant skin tone, while her long, wavy hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face like a halo. The delicate jhumkas danced gently against her cheeks, adding a playful charm to her demeanor. His gaze traveled to the bindi resting gracefully between her eyebrows, a subtle mark of beauty that made her look even more enchanting. The nuptial chain around her neck proudly declared her belonging, a sentiment that filled him with warmth and pride. But it was the small mole on her neck that caught his attention, drawing him in closer. He gulped hard, the sight stirring something deep within him—a blend of admiration, affection, and an overwhelming desire to be near her. In that moment, all he could think was how breathtakingly beautiful she was, and how grateful he was to have her by his side.

Ruhanika: "Hum achche nahi lag rahe kya?? "

(Am I not looking good?)

Rudraksh remained captivated by Ruhanika, but her gentle pat on his chest finally pulled him back to reality. As he looked down, he noticed the soft pink bangles adorning her delicate wrists, catching the light and sparkling with every slight movement she made. The sight sent his heartbeat racing even faster, each rhythmic pulse echoing the unspoken emotions he felt for her.

Ruhanika: "kaha kho gaye hai aap??"

(Where are you lost?)

Rudraksh: "Aap me"

(In you.)

Ruhanika: "Jiii??"

(What??)

Rudraksh's spell was finally broken, and he shook his head slightly, blinking a few times to gather his thoughts and compose himself.

Ruhanika: "Bataiye kya hum thik se taiyaar huye hai?? Humne sheesha bhi nahi dekha, sidhe aapke pass aaye hai."

(Tell me, did I get ready properly? I didn’t even look in the mirror; I came straight to you.)

Ruhanika smiled back at him, blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on him. The innocence in her gaze and the way her natural beauty shone through—without any makeup—captivated Rudraksh once more. He found himself lost in the depths of her ocean-like eyes, drowning in the warmth and purity they radiated.

Rudraksh: "Aisa na kari Sohneyo, mainu kuch ho jana hai."

(Don’t do that, sweetheart, something might happen to me)

Ruhanika tilted her head slightly, furrowed her brow, the confusion in her gaze was palpable, as if she couldn’t quite understand what he said.

Ruhanika: "Hum achche nahi lag rahe??"

(Am I not looking good?)

Rudraksh noticed her smile fade, and a pang of concern shot through him. He didn’t want to see her happiness slip away. With a gentle smile, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks.

Rudraksh: "Sach sach batau??"

(Should I tell you the truth?)

Ruhanika nodded.

Rudraksh: "Maine tumse sundar ladki, ladki chodo maine kabhi itna Sundar nazara bhi nahi dekha hai."

( I’ve never seen a girl more beautiful than you, in fact, I’ve never even seen a view as beautiful as you.)

Ruhanika: "Hum nazara hai??"

(I’m a view?)

Ruhanika's eyebrows knitted together in a frown in confusion. Rudraksh couldn’t help but chuckle at her expression.

Rudraksh: "Haa sabse khoobsurat wala."

(Yes, the most beautiful one.)

Ruhanika: "matlab hum achche lag rahe hai??"

(So I look good?)

Rudraksh: "Achche nahi sohneyo aap sabse achche lag rahe ho. Bahaut sundar aur khoobsurat."

(Not just good, sweetheart, you look the best. So beautiful and gorgeous.)

Ruhanika's smile widened, her dimples shining like little stars, and Rudraksh couldn't resist reaching out to gently poke them again. It seemed like her dimples had become his new obsession, a delightful quirk that always brought a smile to his face. He watched her glow with happiness, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection as he marveled at how something so simple could captivate him so deeply.

Ruhanika: "Achcha vo aap ye dobara laga denge??"

(Um, can you put this on again?)

Rudraksh: "Kya???"

(What?)

Ruhanika extended her hand towards Rudraksh, the vermillion box resting delicately in her palm. Her smile was so genuine and inviting that he felt an irresistible urge to comply. With a gentle nod, he accepted the vermillion and carefully filled her hairline. The moment was imbued with a quiet magic, bringing a sense of calm not just to Ruhanika, but also flooding Rudraksh's heart with an unfamiliar happiness. As he admired her, he felt an overwhelming sense of possessiveness and pride. There she stood, radiating beauty and warmth, and in that instant, she felt utterly his. The vibrant hue of the vermillion contrasted beautifully against her skin, symbolizing their bond in a way that words could never capture.

Ruhanika: "Shukriya, hum na ise rakh kar aate hai."

(Thank you. I’ll go put this away.)

Rudraksh nodded, watching as Ruhanika gracefully moved toward the closet. The soft, soothing sound of her anklets chimed gently with each step, occasionally accompanied by the delicate tinkling of her bangles. He couldn’t help but admire her, captivated by the way she carried herself with such effortless elegance.

Rudraksh: "Ye mere kapdo me hi thik thi, ab aise Roz itni sundar ban ke ghumegi toh mera kya hoga?"

(She looked perfect in my clothes. Now if she keep dressing up this beautifully every day, what will happen to me?)

When Ruhanika returned, Rudraksh noticed that she had tied her hair in braids, and a frown creased his forehead. He preferred her hair flowing freely, as it framed her face in a way that he found enchanting.

Rudraksh: "Ye kya, baal kyu bandh liye??"

(And why did you tie up your hair?)

Ruhanika: "Kyu nahi bandhan tha??"

(Why shouldn’t I have tied it?)

Rudraksh: "Mera matlab ki khule achche lag rahe the."

(I mean, it looked nice when it was down.)

Rudraksh scratched his neck.

Ruhanika: "Khule baal sambhale nahi jaate, par aap chahte hai toh khol dein??"

(Loose hair is hard to manage, but if you want, I can untie it.)

Rudraksh smiled warmly and gently patted her cheeks.

Rudraksh: "Rehne do aise bhi achchi lag rahi ho. Achcha ruko main abhi aaya."

(No, leave it. You look good like this too. Hold on, I’ll be right back.)

Ruhanika nodded, curiosity sparking in her eyes as she watched Rudraksh dash into the closet. A minute later, he emerged with a smile, holding something behind his back.

Rudraksh: "Aao baitho yaha."

(Come, sit here.)

Rudraksh gently held Ruhanika's hand, guiding her to sit on the bed. He then knelt down in front of her.

Ruhanika: "Ye aap kya..."

(What are you...?)

Rudraksh: "Shhhhh"

Ruhanika didn’t say anything more, her expression softening as Rudraksh knelt down before her. Gently, he took her feet in his hands and slipped on a pair of luxurious, silky slippers that enveloped her feet in plush comfort. As she settled into the slippers, Ruhanika closed her eyes, savoring the soothing sensation of the soft fabric against her skin. When she opened her eyes, she noticed the slippers matched her dress perfectly—a delicate shade of soft pink that complemented her look beautifully. It was as if Rudraksh had thought of every detail. She felt a wave of relaxation wash over her, and a smile crept across her face as she looked down at her feet, appreciating the blend of comfort and elegance. Rudraksh, noticing her contentment, glanced up at her, his heart warming at the sight of her blissful expression.

Rudraksh: "Umm vo tumhe chot lagi thi na toh ye soft slippers abhi ke liye pehni, baaki dusre footwears andar hai, maine dikhaya tha na."

(Umm, since you hurt your foot, wear these soft slippers for now. The other footwear I showed you earlier is inside.)

Ruhanika: "Par hume yahi pasand hai, hum yahi pehnenge."

(But I like these. I’ll wear them.)

Rudraksh chuckled softly, as he nodded, clearly enjoying the moment.

Rudraksh: "Thik hai yahi pehenna. "

(Ok wear these only)

Ruhanika beamed as she stood up, extending her hand to Rudraksh with a playful glint in her eyes. He took her hand and rose effortlessly, their fingers lingering together for a moment. As she walked around him, her gaze fell on the cute slippers, and her smile widened, radiating pure joy. The happiness lighting up her face was contagious, and Rudraksh couldn’t help but smile back at her.

Ruhanika: "Aap jante hai, hum kitne saalon baad chappal pehen rahe hai."

(You know, it’s been years since I’ve worn slippers.)

Rudraksh: "Kyuu??"

(Why?)

Ruhanika: "Vo hum kahi jaate nahi hai na, toh humare pass hai hi nahi ye sab."

(I don’t go out, so I didn’t have these things.)

Rudraksh’s eyes darkened with a flash of anger for a moment, but when Ruhanika looked into his gaze, something shifted. Her unwavering smile softened his expression, and he found himself unable to hold onto the irritation. Her warm smile melted away the tension, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her light. In a moment of playful affection, he reached out to poke her dimples again.

Rudraksh: "Chalo, bhook lagi hogi na tumhe, nashta karne chalte hai."

(Come on, you must be hungry by now. Let’s go have breakfast.)

Ruhanika nodded, but as Rudraksh instinctively reached to lift her, she looked at him in confusion.

Rudraksh: "Kya??"

(What?)

Ruhanika: "Hum chal sakte hai. Aur hum chalna chate hai ye slippers bahaut mulayam hai hume inme chalna hai."

(I can walk. And I want to walk. These slippers are really soft, and I want to walk in them.)

Rudraksh found it impossible to deny her innocent request. Her wide, hopeful eyes tugged at his heartstrings, and he felt a wave of affection wash over him.

Rudraksh: "Achcha achcha chalo."

(Alright, alright, let’s go.)

Ruhanika: "Chaliyeee"

(Let’s gooo!)

Ruhanika was bubbling with excitement today, her joy radiating like sunlight, and Rudraksh couldn't help but cherish this lively side of her. As she clasped his biceps, they descended the stairs together, their steps in sync.

Ruhanika's look

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I’m really, really sorry for the delay. I know it’s super late, but I didn’t have a holiday today, so everything got pushed back. I’ll try to make it up to you next month, as this month has been really hectic.

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