"52. Blushing Hearts"

"Unhe dekh ke dil me hulchul si uthati hai,

Zubaan khamosh hai par, aakhein sab keh jaati hai,

Ek pal ko bhi ab duri manzoor nahi,

Kuch is tarah se, ye palkhein sharam se jhukti hai"

-fictionflare_

(Ruhanika)

At Ruhanika's college,

The cafeteria buzzed with an air of tension and curiosity as everyone gathered around, whispering and exchanging glances. Anisha, Dhruvi, Tarun, Rohan, and Varun stood in a straight line, their heads hung low like schoolchildren caught in a mischief. Their expressions were a mix of nervousness and regret. Karan’s absence was noticeable, and it only added to the intrigue.

In front of them, Rishwik sat casually on a chair, exuding authority, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp. Kritika, perched confidently on the table beside him, occasionally swung her legs, her presence commanding yet calm. Behind Rishwik, Amandeep lounged on the canteen slab, his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the five in front of them with a hint of amusement. To Rishwik's right, Jahnavi and Pranali stood with an air of quiet solidarity, their expressions unreadable but clearly aligned with him.

The entire college seemed to have gathered in the cafeteria, drawn by the drama unfolding. Despite the tension, the scene had a surreal calmness. Today was officially declared off for Ruhanika, a gesture from Rishwik, while the rest of the students didn’t have classes but hadn’t been given an official day off. Whispers spread among the students, wondering what had happened and why these five were being addressed in such a public manner.

Rishwik: "So hello Seniors."

Anisha and Dhruvi stepped forward hesitantly, their legs trembling with fear as they exchanged uncertain glances.

Anisha: "We are sorry, Sir. We didn’t know she is Rudraksh Malhotra's wife."

Amandeep: "Does that give you the license to rag her?"

Amandeep's voice rang out sharply as he shouted, his tone startling and intense. Anisha and Dhruvi flinched at the sudden outburst, their expressions turning to ones of fear and sadness. Tears welled up in their eyes and began streaming down their cheeks.

Rishwik: "Kriti di ye toh abhi se rone lagi, aap apne haath aazmaoge tab toh pata nahi kya hoga."

(Kriti di, they already started crying. If you get involved, who knows what will happen!)

Rishwik and Kritika chuckled softly, sharing an amused glance as they watched the scene unfold.

Dhruvi: "We won’t repeat our mistake, Sir. Please spare us this time."

Kritika stepped forward, her gaze shifting between the two of them. She rubbed her hands together.

Kritika: "Ruhi ne kaha tha na mat karo ye sab??"

(Ruhi warned you, didn’t she?)

Anisha and Dhruvi stood there silently, their lips pressed together, not uttering a single word as they avoided making eye contact.

Kritika: "Kaha tha ki Nahiiii"

(She told you not to do it, didn’t she?)

Kritika suddenly shouted, her voice echoing through the room, and both Anisha and Dhruvi flinched, their eyes widening in fear and nervousness.

Dhruvi: "k...a..kaha tha."

(Y…yes, she did.)

Kritika stepped closer and firmly held their jaws with both hands, tilting their faces up to meet her intense gaze. Her grip, harsh and carried a sternness that made Anisha and Dhruvi freeze in place.

Kritika: "Toh phir kyu kiya, aur Ruhi ko aise hi hurt Kiya tha na."

(Then why did you do it? And you hurt Ruhi like this, didn’t you?)

Kritika pressed their jaws tightly, her nails digging into their skin, causing them to hiss in pain. Kritika remained unyielding, pushing them down firmly. The atmosphere grew more tense as she asserted control, her actions sending a clear message.

Rishwik and Amandeep stood up in unison, their imposing presence felt as they walked toward the three boys—Tarun, Varun, and Rohan. The boys, visibly intimidated, didn’t dare to meet their eyes, their gazes fixed downward as they stood frozen in place, the weight of the situation making them uneasy under Rishwik and Amandeep's stern stares.

Rishwik: "tumhara vo dost kaisa hai??? Kya naam tha haa Karan, kaha hai??"

(How's your friend doing? What was his name…oh yes, Karan. Where is he now?)

The three boys remained silent, not daring to utter a word, their expressions a mixture of nervousness and fear as they stood there, avoiding eye contact with Rishwik and Amandeep.

Amandeep: "Boloooo"

(Speak up!)

Amandeep's sudden shout made them tremble, their bodies visibly shaking with fear as they tried to steady themselves under the intensity of his voice.

Tarun: "W…we…don’t know."

Kritika: "Ruhi ne use chalne layak nahi chota Aman, Rishi, kaha se aayega vo college."

(Ruhi made sure he couldn’t even walk. Aman, Rishi, how will he come to college now?)

Rishwik, Amandeep, and Kritika chuckled together, finding amusement in the boys' trembling reactions.

Rishwik: "What’s the rush? Let’s spend some time together. Isn’t that what he said?"

They all exchanged glances.

Amandeep: "Well, now he’s spending some time with our Ruhi’s husband and brother, Rudraksh Malhotra and Ashvik Rajpurohit. I guess he must be having a great time with them, right Rishi?"

Rishwik: "Definitely, bro. He must be enjoying Bhai’s hospitality. And everyone knows how sweet Ashvik Bhai is."

The three of them were visibly terrified by now, their faces pale and their bodies stiff with fear as they realized they were in no position to escape or defend themselves.

Tarun, who wore spectacles, felt a pang of anxiety as Rishwik casually took them off, inspecting the lenses with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The tension in the room grew as everyone watched Rishwik's every move.

Rishwik: "Aman, vo Angel ka bag leke kya kiya tha in logo ne??"

(Aman, what did they do with Angel’s bag?)

Amandeep: "Bag niche feka, aur apni Ruhi ko bhi giraya."

(They threw the bag on the floor and even pushed Ruhi.)

Rishwik: "Right right"

Rishwik suddenly tossed the spectacles onto the floor with a swift motion, the sound of them clattering sharply against the ground adding to the already tense atmosphere. Tarun flinched, his fear intensifying.

Rishwik: "Opps, I'm so sorry tum utha lo please."

(Oops, I’m so sorry. Please pick it up.)

Tarun didn't even dare to look up or move, his body frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the floor as he silently braced himself for whatever would happen next.

Amandeep: "Uthaooooo"

(Pick it up.)

Rishwik: "Abe aaj itna chilla kyu raha hai??"

(Why are you shouting this much today??)

Amandeep: "Mazaa aa raha hai chup kar na tu."

(It's Fun, you be quite.)

Tarun was startled when Amandeep suddenly shouted, causing him to quickly bend down to grab his spectacles. But before he could, Amandeep swiftly placed his foot between Tarun and the glasses, causing him to lose his balance and fall. At the same time, Rishwik kicked the spectacles, sending them sliding across the floor.  Rohan and Varun instinctively took a step back, watching the escalating tension. Amandeep and Rishwik circled around them, their movements controlled and calculated. Amandeep seized Rohan by the collar, yanking him forward, while Rishwik grabbed Varun's t-shirt sleeve, tearing it slightly in the process. With swift precision, Amandeep and Rishwik twisted Rohan and Varun's arms behind their backs, locking their hands and holding their jaws firmly, the pressure unmistakable. The atmosphere grew thick with intimidation as both men maintained their hold, their stares cold and unwavering.

Amandeep: "Himmat kaise huyi humari Ruhi ko pareshan karne ki haa"

(How dare you trouble our Ruhi?)

Rishwik: "Hath kaise lagaya use, chot pohchayi hai, ab reward toh milega hi."

(You laid hands on her and hurt her. Now, you’ll definitely get a reward for this.)

Both Rishwik and Amandeep spoke through gritted teeth, their voices filled with authority and anger. Without warning, they shoved Varun, and Rohan forcefully to the floor. The five of them now lay sprawled out, helpless on the ground. Rishwik calmly returned to his chair, while Kritika and Amandeep took their seats at the table, their eyes scanning the room with a cold, calculating gaze, as the tension in the air thickened.

Kritika: "Okay, ab chalo murga murgi bano."

(Okay, now squat down and become a rooster and hen.)

Just as Kritika's words hung in the air, the unexpected sound of laughter erupted from the crowd. The five of them, still sprawled on the floor, were taken aback, their faces contorting with shock and confusion. The laughter, once startling, grew louder, adding to their bewilderment.

Rishwik: "Shut uppppp"

Rishwik shouted, his voice booming through the room, and the entire crowd fell silent, the tension palpable as everyone held their breath, waiting for his next move.

Amandeep: "Suna nahi di ne kya bola, bano jaldi Varna aur bhi tareeke hai humare pass."

(Didn’t you hear what Sister said? Do it quickly, or we have more creative ways.)

Rishwik: "Sirf ye log nahi, baaki log bhi suno, is college ke owner ab Karanjeet Khurana aur Kartavya Khurana hai, Ruhi ke dadu aur bhai and remaining trustees are Ashvik bhai and Rudraksh bhai... Ruhi ke bhaiyu and husband.... Toh use nuksaan pohchane ka toh sochna bhi mat."

(Not just these people, but listen up everyone. The new owners of this college are Karanjeet Khurana and Kartavya Khurana—Ruhi’s grandfather and brother. The other trustees are Ashvik Bhai and Rudraksh Bhai, Ruhi’s brothers-in-law and husband. So don’t even think of harming her.)

Amandeep: "Aur galti se bhi kisi ne ye baat Ruhi ko batayi, toh bhi tumhare sath vahi hoga jo us karan ke sath ho raha hai is waqt."

(And if anyone so much as tells Ruhi about this, the same thing will happen to you as is happening to Karan right now.)

The entire group gulped in fear, their throats dry as they anxiously awaited Rishwik's next words, the tension thick enough to cut through the silence.

Kritika: "Ohh hello speech khatam chalo bano ab murga murgi, Varna mere hath meri zabaan se zyada chalte hai."

(Oh hello! Stop the speech now and become a rooster and hen. Or else my hands are faster than my words.)

Left with no other option, the five of them reluctantly bent in a submissive posture, understanding that if they didn’t comply, the consequences would be severe—possibly even rustication.

Rishwik: "Ab kis Khushi me muh band hai, haso ab."

(Why are you silent now? Laugh!)

Once again, everyone burst into laughter, the sound echoing around the room. The five of them sat there, their faces flushed with embarrassment, feeling utterly exposed as the laughter continued.

Amandeep: "Ab dobara kisi ki ragging ke bare me sochna bhi mat. Kya kya kiya hai tum logo ne is college sab pata hai hume, aur uske samne ye toh kuch bhi nahi."

(Don’t even think of ragging anyone again. We know everything you’ve done in this college, and compared to that, this punishment is nothing.)

Rishwik, Kritika, and Amandeep took the opportunity to teach a firm lesson to the five of them, ensuring they understood the consequences of their actions. Afterward, Rishwik turned to Janhavi and Pranali, giving them a stern warning that this kind of behavior should never repeat, his gaze firm and unwavering.

In the dark, damp dungeon, a young man, around 23 or 24, stood with his hands bound to two pillars on either side of him. His body was covered with bruises, signs of the brutal beating he had endured. His face was battered, blood trickling from a few cuts, and his eyes were hollow, though there was still a flicker of defiance in them.

Kartavya, Ashvik, and Rudraksh entered the room, the cold air adding to the intensity of the moment. Rudraksh's eyes were immediately drawn to the boy, his gaze sharp and filled with disgust. With a swift movement, he approached the boy and gripped his jaw with firm hands, forcing his face up to meet his. His eyes burned with anger, a fury that seemed to consume him as he stared down at the helpless figure before him. The silence in the room was suffocating, the tension palpable, as Rudraksh’s voice rang out with barely contained rage.

Rudraksh: "So, you wanted to spend some time with my Ruhh, huh?"

The boy, barely able to stand, was none other than Karan. Ashvik took a step forward, his booted foot crushing down on Karan’s already wounded foot. Karan groaned in pain, his body trembling as the pressure intensified. His head hung low in agony, but the sound of his pain didn’t seem to faze Ashvik. Instead, it only seemed to fuel the growing tension in the room.

Ashvik: "Galat jagah panga le liya tune"

(You’ve messed with the wrong people.)

Even Kartavya stepped forward, holding a gun in his hand, his presence adding to the intensity of the moment. His calm demeanor contrasted with the tension in the air, making it clear that the situation was serious and the consequences would be severe if anyone dared to cross the line again.

Kartavya: "Mana kiya tha little sunshine ne, phir bhi batameezi ki uske sath haa."

(She told you to stop, didn’t she? And yet you dared to misbehave with her?)

Karan: "S…sorry, Sir. I didn’t know sh…she was Rudraksh Malhotra's wife, I......."

Karan, despite the pain, managed to summon enough strength to speak, his voice strained as he addressed Rudraksh. But before he could finish, Rudraksh cut him off, his anger erupting in a swift, forceful motion. He landed a solid punch squarely on Karan’s face, sending his head snapping back. The force of the blow left Karan reeling, blood trickling from his split lip, his body slumping even more against the pillars.

Rudraksh: "The fact that she’s my wife doesn’t change anything. You can’t talk to any girl like that."

Ashvik: "Ab galti ki hai toh saza milegi."

(Since you made a mistake, you’ll face the consequences.)

Kartavya: "Vaise manna padega kya training di hai maine little sunshine ko, kya mast pitai ki hai iski, chal ke aa bhi nahi pata utha ke Lana pada ise."

(I must say, the training I gave Little Sunshine worked wonders. She beat him up so badly he can’t even walk and had to be carried here.)

Rudraksh: "Aur ab toh lagta hai jayega 4 kandho pe."

(And now it looks like he’ll leave here on four shoulders.)

Karan's eyes widened in fear, his breath quickening as he started pleading, his words stumbling over each other in desperation. The sight of Kartavya with the gun only intensified his panic, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Karan: "S…sir, n…no, Sir, please let me go. I’ll leave…I’ll leave, Sir, please!"

Ashvik: "Yes, we’ll let you go once you’ve learned your lesson."

Karan: "S…sir, I’ve learned my le…lesson. Please let me go."

Rudraksh: "Iski khatirdari karke ise iske Ghar fek aana."

(Take care of him and drop him off at his house.)

Rudraksh's voice was cold and authoritative as he gave a command to his men. His words were sharp and to the point, and the men nodded in silent agreement before moving to carry out their orders. Ashvik, Rudraksh, and Kartavya turned and walked out of the room, their expressions hardened by the harshness of what had just transpired. As they made their way down the corridor, the sound of Karan's painful scream echoed through the walls, sharp and desperate, but it was met with nothing but indifference from the trio.

Rudraksh: "Bhai Gun?"

Rudraksh's gaze hardened as he turned to Kartavya and asked for Gun.  Kartavya placed the weapon in Rudraksh's hand, knowing that today, no one could stop him, and perhaps no one even wanted to. The air was thick with tension, the weight of what was about to unfold hanging in the room. Rudraksh moved towards the adjoining room, followed closely by Kartavya and Ashvik. As they entered, the foul smell of blood and decay assaulted their senses. Rudraksh instinctively placed his hand over his nose, trying to block out the stench. His eyes, however, were fixed on the gruesome sight before him. Laying on the floor was a man who could barely move, his body a bloody mess. His fingers had been cruelly severed, and he was struggling to eat, his mouth unable to function as he tried to reach for food with stumps. His other eye had been gouged out, leaving behind a grotesque, vacant hole. His body was covered in deep, gaping wounds, and blood was pooling beneath him, making the room even more unbearable.

Rudraksh’s gaze was steady, cold, as he surveyed the mess. His eyes flicked briefly to Ashvik and Kartavya, who followed silently behind him, both knowing what was coming. They followed  him in the doorway, knowing that today, no one would dare stop Rudraksh. His vengeance, fueled by anger and righteousness, was unstoppable. Rudraksh’s fingers tightened around the gun once again, his expression unreadable as he moved forward. Ashvik, Kartavya, and Rudraksh moved forward, their steps deliberate and filled with a chilling sense of purpose. The man, with his remaining eye, slowly turned his head towards them. Fear gripped him immediately, his body trembling as he tried to push himself away, but his weakened, bloodied form lacked the strength to escape. His eyes fluttered weakly, half-open, the dizziness from his injuries making it difficult to focus.

Rudraksh, unfazed by the man's desperate attempts to retreat, kneeled down in front of him, his movements deliberate and calm. He traced the cold barrel of the gun across the man’s battered face, the pressure sharp and menacing. The gun’s touch seemed to intensify the fear that already radiated from the man. Rudraksh’s eyes locked with his, a dangerous calm settling over him as he prepared to extract answers, every moment lingering with the promise of imminent violence.

Rudraksh: "Don't worry Mr. Jayvardhan Rane. Aaj tujhe tere saree dard se mukt karne aaya hu."

(Don’t worry, Mr. Jayvardhan Rane. Today I’m here to free you from all your pain.)

Jayvardhan’s heartbeat raced in his chest, his entire body trembling with a mix of fear and exhaustion. As he stared at Rudraksh, he could clearly see his death looming before him, an inevitable end that seemed both merciless and strangely relieving. At this point, Jayvardhan was broken, his will to fight long gone. The terror in his eyes was matched only by a strange acceptance—perhaps even a desire—for the end to come, as if the pain of everything he had endured had pushed him to a place where death seemed like the only escape.

Rudraksh: "Itne mahino ke torture ke baad aaj ek good news hai tere liye."

(After months of torture, I have good news for you today.)

Ashvik stepped forward, holding a knife in his hand, his expression cold and calculated. The gleam of the blade only added to the overwhelming tension, making it clear that the stakes were much higher than before.

Ashvik: "Tere sare kothe ab band ho chuke hai, aur vo sari ladkiya ab ek sukoon ki zindagi bita rahi hai."

(All your brothels are shut down now, and the girls are living peaceful lives.)

Kartavya stepped forward, his calm demeanor unwavering as he casually pulled a pocket knife from his blazer. The blade gleamed ominously in the light, adding a sense of cold seriousness to the already tense atmosphere.

Kartavya: "Aur jin aakhon me humari Ruhi ko aur kayi ladkiyon ko buri nazar se dekha unka band hona hi thik hai."

(And those eyes that dared to look at our Ruhi and other girls with malice deserved to be closed.)

Jayvardhan, his body broken and his mind consumed by fear, had resigned himself to the thought that death would finally come for him. But what awaited him was far worse. Ashvik and Kartavya, without a moment’s hesitation, brought their knives to his remaining eye, pressing them dangerously close. Panic surged through Jayvardhan’s veins, his body too weak and battered to even protest or cry out. His breath quickened, every moment feeling like an eternity. Yet, he couldn’t protest, couldn’t even form the words to beg for mercy. His body was too damaged, too weak to move.

Ashvik and Kartavya took their time, cruelly taking turns with the knives, their movements deliberate and calculated. They positioned them near his other eye, and Jayvardhan’s heart pounded in his chest as he felt the cold steel of the blade press against his skin. Panic surged through him, but there was nothing he could do. The inevitable felt too real. The sharp pain as his other eye was plucked out sent a scream of agony through him, but no sound came from his lips. His entire body was consumed with pain, his consciousness starting to fade in and out. For what felt like an eternity, he endured unimaginable suffering, each moment more excruciating than the last. His mind spun, his senses overwhelmed by the burning pain, but in the end, it was all for nothing.

After ten minutes of torturous, unspeakable pain, Rudraksh stood up, his face hard and unreadable. The silence in the room was suffocating as he raised the gun in his hand. His movements were precise, calculated, the execution of justice swift and without mercy. He aimed directly at the center of Jayvardhan’s head, and in one clean motion, the shot rang out, the loud bang echoing through the room.

The impact was instantaneous, blood splattering across the three of them, most of it soaking Rudraksh’s clothes. It was a moment of finality, a grim resolution. Jayvardhan’s body slumped lifeless to the floor, his suffering at an end, but the bloodstains would remain. The room was still, save for the soft drip of blood pooling on the ground. Rudraksh didn’t flinch, his face expressionless as he wiped a streak of blood off his face, his eyes cold and focused, a man who had just completed what he had set out to do.

Rudraksh: "Bahaut jaldi iski jagah pe vo Sachet Rathore aur Vijaypratap Rathore honge."

(Very soon, Sachet Rathore and Vijaypratap Rathore will take his place.)

Ashvik: "Aur vo buzdil insaan jisme himmat nahi hai samne aane ki."

(And that coward who doesn’t have the guts to face us…)

Kartavya: "Clean up this mess quickly."

The men nodded solemnly, their faces expressionless as they carefully lifted Jayvardhan's body.

Kartavya: "Ghar chalte hai, kya pata Rishwik ko us private number ka kuch clue mila ho."

(Let’s go home. Who knows, maybe Rishwik has found some clue about that private number.)

Rudraksh smirked, his eyes gleaming with a sense of triumph as he proudly spoke, his tone filled with confidence.

Rudraksh: "Haar bardasht nahi hai use bhai bahaut ziddi hai, I'm sure pata laga liya hoga."

(He can’t tolerate defeat. He’s very stubborn. I’m sure he’s figured it out.)

Kartavya: "Haa vo toh, shaitan se bhi 10 kadam aage ka sochta hai ye ladka."

(Yes, he thinks ten steps ahead of the devil.)

Ashvik: "Matlab Rudraksh se 10 kadam aage??"

(You mean ten steps ahead of Rudraksh?)

Rudraksh shot Ashvik an "I'm so done with you" look, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. Ashvik, unfazed, simply chuckled in response, clearly enjoying the moment despite Rudraksh's silent frustration.

Ashvik: "Achcha go and bath first, aise jayega meri teddy ke pass??"

(Alright, go and take a bath first. Are you going to meet my Teddy like this?)

Ashvik couldn’t resist, deliberately emphasizing the words “Meri teddy,” a playful tease aimed directly at Rudraksh. His smirk widened as he saw the effect it had.  Rudraksh rolled his eyes in response, clearly not amused, but there was a slight flicker of exasperation mixed with fondness in his expression. Kartavya, watching the exchange, chuckled to himself. He knew Ashvik well—when it came to Ruhanika and Akshavi, Ashvik was the mature, responsible one. But with everyone else, he was a mischievous kid, always looking for ways to irritate or lighten the mood, even in the most serious of situations.

Rudraksh: "Ja raha hu nahane, main aise thodi jaunga meri Ruhh, meri biwiiii, meri jaaaannnn, meri Mallika-e-Aksh ke pass, whom I can love and...."

(I’m going, I’m going. I can’t go to meet my Ruhh, my wife, my jaan, my Mallika-e-Aksh like this…whom I can love and…)

Ashvik: "ok ok enough, zyada na udd mat, ab mere pass bhi biwi hai main bhi pyaar kar sakta hu."

(Okay, okay, enough! Don’t overdo it. I have a wife too, and I can also love her.)

Rudraksh: "Achcha, toh mujhe mama bana jaldi se, itna hi tera pyaar umadh raha hai toh."

(Oh really? Then make me an uncle soon if your love is overflowing so much.)

Ashvik: "Ja yaar baat baat pe personal hota hai, ja raha hu main."

(Stop being so personal all the time. I’m leaving!)

Ashvik, with a shy smile, quickly ran off, sensing the mock chase that would surely follow. Kartavya and Rudraksh exchanged amused glances, chuckling at Ashvik's antics. After a while, Rudraksh headed for the shower, letting the steam of the water wash away the day's stress. Once refreshed, he changed into his work attire and left for the office, ready to tackle the tasks ahead. Meanwhile, Ashvik and Kartavya, both dressed for their respective offices, set off on their own paths, each carrying the quiet confidence that came from the banter they’d just shared.

In the evening,at RM Mansion,

Rudraksh returned home earlier than usual, a stark contrast to his former workaholic self. Over time, he had transformed into a devoted family man, reshaping his priorities. His work schedule had been carefully planned so that he spent only eight hours in the office, reserving the rest of his time for his family, particularly his wife, Ruhanika.  Rudraksh found fulfillment in being present at home, cherishing moments with her whenever possible. He no longer brought work home, unless it was absolutely necessary. On the rare occasions he did, he would retreat to his room, finishing tasks quietly while Ruhanika studied. This balance between career and family had brought him a newfound sense of peace and contentment, something he had longed for.

Rudraksh stepped inside and immediately spotted Ruhanika walking around the room, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips set in a pout. It was clear she was upset about something. Karanjeet, their playful and mischievous grandfather, was trailing behind her, trying to reason with her, but she wasn't having it.  Rudraksh couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Leaning casually against a pillar with his legs crossed and hands tucked into his pockets, he decided to stand back and enjoy the playful drama unfolding in front of him. He watched with a knowing smile, perfectly aware that Ruhanika could never stay upset for long, especially with the way Karanjeet was trying to win her over.

Karanjeet: "Areh Ruhi puttar maan bhi ja beta. Dekh main thak gaya ab"

(Oh Ruhi dear, come on, forgive me now. Look, I’m exhausted.)

Ruhanika: "ha toh is umar me thakenge hi na dadu aap, aap baith kyu nahi jaate, kyu ghoom rahe hai humare aage piche."

(Of course, you’ll get tired at your age, Grandpa. Why don’t you sit down instead of running around behind us?)

Karanjeet: "Toh tu maaf kar dena mujhe."

(Then why don’t you just forgive me?)

Ruhanika: "Nahiii, nahi nahiii, aap hume buddhu samajhte hai na?? Saanp seedhi jaise khel me buddhu banaya hume."

(Nooo, absolutely not. You think I’m a fool, right? You tricked me in the snakes-and-ladders game.)

Akshavi and Savisha couldn't hold back their chuckles as they watched the playful banter between Ruhanika and Karanjeet. Akshavi, was gently massaging Savisha's feet, which had swollen a little. Despite Savisha’s insistence that she was fine, Akshavi wouldn't let her refuse, gently pressing and soothing the swollen areas, showing his care and concern. Meanwhile, Ruhanika plopped down onto the couch with crossed legs and arms, her pout still evident as she tried to maintain her stern demeanor. Karanjeet, clearly exhausted from chasing her around, joined her on the couch. He flashed her a knowing smile, understanding that she had sat down not out of frustration but because he was tired and needed a moment to rest. His smile was full of affection, knowing well how she always cared for him, even if it was in her own unique way.

Karanjeet: "Hayy mera samajhdar puttar, main thak gaya toh tu baith gayi na."

(Oh my wise little one, at least you sat down when I got tired.)

Ruhanika smiled softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she glanced at him from the side, still holding onto the facade of anger. Despite her feigned annoyance, the corners of her lips betrayed her true feelings, revealing that her "anger" was nothing more than a playful act, a little game between them.

Ruhanika: "Haa par hum mane nahi hai abhi bhi."

(Yes, but I still haven’t forgiven you.)

Karanjeet: "Achcha toh kaise manegi puttar tu hi bata de."

(Alright then, tell me what I need to do to earn your forgiveness.)

Ruhanika's eyes sparkled with excitement as she quickly turned towards Karanjeet, her energy contagious. She settled comfortably, facing him directly, her posture eager and full of anticipation.

Ruhanika: "Pehle toh aap humare sath saanp seedhi ka khel khelege aur haar jayenge."

(First, you’ll play snakes-and-ladders with me, and you’ll lose!)

Rudraksh chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement at Ruhanika's antics. He couldn't help but smile at her determination and her relentless obsession with winning, knowing it was a trait that made her both endearing and a bit frustrating at times.

Karanjeet: "Puttar nahi main nahi haar sakta, Karanjeet Singh Khurana naam hai mera"

(Child, I can’t lose. My name is Karanjeet Singh Khurana!)

Ruhanika: "Ha toh humara naam bhi Ruhanika Rudraksh Malhotra, isme kya hai, ab chup chap se harenge ya nahi??"

(Well, my name is Ruhanika Rudraksh Malhotra! What’s the big deal? Now, will you lose quietly, or not?)

Karanjeet: "Achcha achcha lady Rudraksh, haar jaunga."

(Alright, alright, Lady Rudraksh, I’ll lose.)

Ruhanika giggled, her laughter light and carefree, While Akshavi and Savisha thoroughly enjoying the playful, cute banter between them.

Ruhanika: "Good puttar ji, Phir tusi mainu na ice cream khilana, inse chupa ke, aap jante hai na hume meetha kitna pasand hai, aur ye mana karte hai, kehte hai betu tum mat Khao bimaar ho jaogi."

(Good, kiddo! Then you’ll also buy me ice cream and secretly feed it to me. You know how much I love sweets, but they never let me eat them, saying, “Darling, you’ll get sick.”)

Ruhanika giggled, playfully mimicking Rudraksh's actions, causing the others around them to chuckle. Rudraksh, on the other hand, couldn't help but smile at her, amused by her cheeky imitation and the infectious laughter that filled the air.

Karanjeet: "Changa ji puttar, done."

(Alright, dear, it’s a deal.)

Ruhanika grinned widely, and Karanjeet, matching her enthusiasm, gave her a high five. She giggled in response, the playful energy between them creating a lighthearted atmosphere that everyone around them couldn’t help but enjoy.

Karanjeet: "Savi puttar, Akshu puttar, tusi dono vi us khotya Rudraksh nu kuch mat dasna, eh sada chaaran da secret hai."

(Savi, Akshu, you two don’t tell that Idiot Rudraksh about this, okay? This is our secret.)

Ruhanika: "Dadu Khotya nahi boliye, vo bahaut samajhdaar aur Sundar hai."

(Grandpa, don’t call him Idiot! He’s very smart and handsome.)

Karanjeet: "Haa meri maa haa, sundar aur samajhdar hai tera Pati."

(Yes, yes, my dear, your husband is both smart and handsome.)

Ruhanika grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with playful confidence. The others couldn’t help but chuckle at her, and soon, even she burst into a giggle, her infectious laughter lightening the mood. Rudraksh, standing nearby, couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He admired how fiercely and lovingly she defended him, even when he wasn’t around to do so. It was one of the many things he loved about her—her unwavering loyalty, her protection of him, and her strength.

For a moment, he imagined pulling her into his arms, holding her close and squeezing her affectionately, showering her face with gentle feather kisses. The thought warmed him, and he could almost feel her soft smile against his lips. But just as quickly, he snapped himself back to reality, forced a serious expression, and walked toward them, his footsteps measured and purposeful.

Ruhanika: "Chaliye abhi hum sab cold coffee piyenge."

(Now, let’s all have cold coffee together!)

Savisha grinned excitedly, then straightened herself up, carefully placing her foot back on the floor from Akshavi's lap. She settled into a more composed position, still wearing a playful smile as she adjusted herself.

Akshavi: "Bhabhi aap khush mat hoiye aapko nahi milega."

(Sister-in-law, don’t get excited—you won’t get any.)

Ruhanika: "Ji bhabhi saa aapko bas garam chocolate milegi."

(Yes, Sister-in-law, you’ll only get hot chocolate.)

Savisha pouted in playful annoyance, causing the rest to chuckle at her cute expression.

Rudraksh: "Aur mujhe?? Mujhe kya milega Ruhh?"

(And me? What will I get, Ruhi?)

Ruhanika's eyes sparkled as she glanced at Rudraksh, eagerly standing up, but he gently stopped her by showing his palm.

Rudraksh: "Vahi ruko"

(Wait right there.)

Ruhanika looked at Rudraksh, her expression shifting to one of confusion and curiosity as she tried to figure out why he suddenly seemed so serious. Just as she was about to ask, a servant entered, carefully balancing three glasses of cold coffee and one cup of hot chocolate. Ruhanika’s eyes widened, and she quickly shut them, knowing she had been caught red-handed. The drinks were clearly meant for them, and the hot chocolate in particular was Savisha's little indulgence that she’d tried to keep a secret from Rudraksh. Rudraksh stood with his arms folded across his chest, his eyebrow raised in amusement. His gaze was playful, yet he couldn’t resist teasing her just a little. The look on his face clearly said it all: “I knew it.” Ruhanika’s attempt to hide it had failed miserably, and now she was caught.

Rudraksh: "Toh ye sab hota hai mere piche?? Thandi coffee aur uske baad thandi ice cream??"

(So this is what happens behind my back? Cold coffee and then cold ice cream?)

Ruhanika: "Ice cream toh thandi hi hoti hai"

(Well, ice cream is supposed to be cold.)

Ruhanika giggled playfully as Rudraksh raised his eyebrows, a smirk forming on his face.

Rudraksh: "Achcha betu??"

(Oh, really?)

Karanjeet: "Ha toh kya kar lega tu?? Ruhi puttar baith tu pi araam se main dekhta hu ye kya karega."

(And what will you do about it? Ruhi dear, sit down and drink your coffee in peace. I’ll handle him.)

Ruhanika giggled, feeling a little sheepish as she grabbed her cold coffee and settled back into the couch, trying to act nonchalant despite being caught. Her playful grin still lingered on her face as she took a sip, clearly enjoying the lighthearted moment. Meanwhile, Karanjeet stood up and walked over to Rudraksh. With a determined look in his eyes, he stood directly in front of him, glaring up at him in an attempt to intimidate him.

Karanjeet: "Haa Mere naal gal kar, ki karega? Meri bachchi coffee vi piyegi te ice cream vi khayegi, ki kar lenga tu??"

(Yes, come talk to me. What will you do? My child will have both coffee and ice cream—what can you do about it?)

Rudraksh leaned towards Karanjeet's ear and whispered with a mischievous grin.

Rudraksh: "Main ohde samne dass devanga ke doctor ne tenu pre-diabetic keha hai, phir oh khud tenu kuch khan nahi degi. Dasso hun, ki khayal hai tauda?"

(I’ll tell her that the doctor said you're pre-diabetic, and then she won’t let you eat anything on her own. What do you say to that?)

Karanjeet: "Saanp paal rakhe hai maine saanp."

(I’ve raised a snake in my own backyard!)

Rudraksh smirked as he watched Karanjeet reluctantly return to his seat, knowing he had successfully teased him.

Rudraksh: "Ohh hello madam, itne pyaar se kabhi khana bhi kha liya karo."

(Oh, hello madam. Why don’t you eat properly with the same love sometimes?)

Rudraksh settled onto the opposite couch as a servant approached with a glass of water. He gratefully took it, his gaze still focused on Ruhanika.

Karanjeet: "Dekha puttar aate hi hitler giri shuru."

(See, as soon as he comes, he starts acting like a dictator.)

Ruhanika: "Dadu hitler nahi boliye, Rudra kahiye na."

(Grandpa, don’t call him a dictator; call him Rudra instead.)

Karanjeet and Ruhanika were quietly whispering to each other, their heads leaned in close, sharing a playfully moment. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Amandeep came running inside, looking flustered. Hot on his heels was Rishwik, chasing him playfully, both of them causing a small commotion as they entered the room.

Rishwik: "Aaj toh nahi bachega tu Nalayak aadmi, itna marunga ki haddi pasli ek ho jayegi."

(You’re not getting away today, you worthless man! I’ll hit you so hard you won’t know what hit you.)

Amandeep: "The Damage is already done bro, pehle izzat bacha apni."

(The damage is already done, bro. First, save your dignity.)

Amandeep, with a burst of energy, ran toward Ruhanika, crossing right in front of Rudraksh. However, in his rush, Rishwik’s foot got caught on the edge of the couch, and with a loud thud, he ended up falling straight onto the couch where Rudraksh was sitting. The sudden fall caused the water from the glass to spill all over Rudraksh, drenching him. Rishwik froze for a moment, catching sight of the furious glare Rudraksh was giving him. A nervous chuckle escaped Amandeep, who, unable to contain his amusement, hid behind the couch where Ruhanika was sitting. But Rishwik, ever the one to not take things too seriously, simply leaned back and, without missing a beat, placed his head comfortably in Rudraksh’s lap, as if nothing had happened. Rudraksh, now even more flustered, could only shake his head in disbelief. His glare softened slightly, but the mischievousness of Rishwik's actions always seemed to disarm him, despite the mess he’d caused.

Rishwik: "Areh bhai, ye koi jagah hai pani peene ki, dekho kya kar liya aapne."

(Bro, is this the place to drink water? Look at the mess you made!)

Everyone burst into laughter at Rishwik’s statement, the atmosphere lightening with their shared amusement. Rudraksh, unable to contain his playful mood, gave Rishwik a light slap on the cheek, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. Rishwik playfully winced but smiled, taking the slap in stride as everyone continued to laugh.

Rudraksh: "Hatt ab, na jane kab bada hoga."

(Move aside now. Will you ever grow up?)

Ruhanika: "Lo bolo ab tak aapko sirf hum chote lagte the, ab Rishi Bhai bhi."

(Oh, so you used to think I was the only kid, and now even Rishi Bhai?)

Rudraksh: "Aa gayi Rishi Bhai ki senapti."

(Here comes Rishi Bhai’s commander-in-chief.)

Rishwik: "Love you Angel."

Ruhanika: "Hum bhi aapse prem karte hai Rishi Bhai."

(Love you too, Rishi Bhai.)

Rishwik hugged Rudraksh tightly around the waist, his face buried in Rudraksh's stomach.

Rishwik: "Bhai yaar zara mujhe pyaar toh karo."

(Bro, at least show me some love.)

Rudraksh gave Rishwik a playful slap on his back, chuckling as he did.

Rudraksh: "Hatt nahi toh couch se uth bhi nahi payega."

(Move aside, or you won’t even be able to get off the couch.)

Ruhanika: "Rishi Bhai, aap humare pass aa jaiye, inke kapde geele hai vo bimaar ho jayenge unhe kapde badalne dijiye."

(Rishi Bhai, come sit with me. His clothes are wet; let him go change.)

Rishwik, catching his breath from the chase, sat down beside Rudraksh, wrapping his arm around him in a brotherly hug. With a playful grin, he leaned in and kissed Rudraksh’s cheek, causing everyone in the room to chuckle at his affectionate gesture.

Rishwik: "Bhai love you, jalna mat ab aap Angel se."

(Love you, bro. Don’t be jealous of Angel.)

Ruhanika, noticing the moment, playfully joined in. She scooted over to Rudraksh and, with a grin, wrapped her arms around him from the other side. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek, adding to the fun and making the room burst into laughter at their lighthearted affection.

Ruhanika: "Hum bhi aapse prem karte hai Aksh, aap aise bura mat maniye."

(Love you too, Aksh. Don’t feel bad.)

Rudraksh's eyes widened in surprise as Rishwik, without warning, planted a kiss on his cheek. Before he could process what had just happened, Ruhanika, with a mischievous grin, leaned over and kissed his other cheek. It was as if they had both decided to shower him with affection in front of everyone, turning the moment into a playful competition. Rudraksh's face instantly turned bright red, caught between feeling flustered and amused. Savisha and Akshavi exchanged teasing glances, clearly enjoying watching Rudraksh’s discomfort as he tried to navigate the affectionate onslaught from both Rishwik and Ruhanika. Meanwhile, Karanjeet sat back, thoroughly entertained by the scene unfolding in front of him. He couldn't contain his amusement, clearly enjoying the playful chaos around him.

Ruhanika: "Rishi Bhai aap thoda Kum prem kariye na hume zyada karne dijiye."

(Rishi Bhai, show less love and let me show more!)

Rishwik: "Nahi Angel, aaj bhai pe bahaut pyaar aa raha hai."

(Nope, Angel, today I’m showering all my love on you, bro.)

Rudraksh, now completely dumbfounded, as both Rishwik and Ruhanika continued their playful assault of kisses on his cheeks. He placed his hand on his left cheek where Rishwik had kissed, trying to shield himself from any more affection. However, Ruhanika, with her mischievous grin, sneakily added extra kisses, clearly claiming victory in their little game.

Ruhanika: "Hum jeet gaye."

(I’ve won!)

Rudraksh: "Hatt tu pehle"

(Move aside first.)

Rudraksh playfully nudged Rishwik's stomach, causing him to burst into laughter.

Rudraksh: "Aur biwi ji, thoda mujhe Jane dengi abhi aap??"

(And dear wife, will you let me go now?)

Ruhanika: "Areh zarur Patidev jii."

(Oh, of course, dear husband!)

Ruhanika couldn't hold back her laughter as she playfully let him go, watching him dash towards his room. The rest of the group joined in the laughter, amused by his exaggerated reaction.

Amandeep: "Bhabhi aaj kya bana hai, bahaut bhook lagi hai"

(Sister-in-law, what’s for lunch today? I’m starving.)

Amandeep sat beside Karanjeet.

Savisha: "Chole puri hai aaj Aman, your favourite."

(Chole Puri, your favorite.)

Amandeep: "Areh waah bhabhi, love you."

(Wow, sister-in-law! Love you.)

Akshavi: "Areh par banaye toh maine hai."

(Hey, but I’m the one who made it.)

Amandeep: "Love you too bhabhs."

Savisha and Akshavi chuckled, exchanging amused glances.

Ruhanika: "Aman bhaiya aur humse?? Hume nahi bolenge??"

(And what about me, Aman Bhaiya? Won’t you say it to me?)

Amandeep: "Aapko bhi love you Ruhii maata."

(Love you as well Ruhi ma'am)

Ruhanika chuckled.

Rishwik: "Aur mujhe??"

(And me?)

Amandeep glanced at Rishwik, noticing the intense glare directed at him. A smirk played on his lips for a brief moment, but before he could react, Rishwik sprang into action. Amandeep quickly jumped to his feet and bolted toward his room, hoping to escape whatever mischief Rishwik had planned for him. But Rishwik, ever determined, chased after him, his steps quick and purposeful. The two of them burst into Amandeep's room, where Amandeep tried to evade Rishwik's grasp, darting around the room in an attempt to find a way out. But Rishwik was relentless. With a swift move, he shoved Amandeep onto the bed and immediately sat on his stomach, pinning him down. Rishwik’s playful expression turned mischievous as he lightly punched Amandeep’s chest, followed by a sharp slap to his cheek, causing Amandeep to grunt in surprise.

Rishwik: "Ghatiya, besharam, behaya, kamzarf insaan tune mere dance ka video Riyanshi ko bheja bhi kaise nalayak."

(You shameless, disgusting, despicable person! How could you send my dance video to Riyanshi?)

Amandeep: "Ruk pehle."

(Wait a second.)

Rishwik stopped punching him.

Amandeep: "Baaki sab thik hai ye kamzarf kya hai??"

(Hold on, what does “despicable” mean?)

Rishwik: "Pata nahi TV me suna tha."

(I don’t know, heard it on TV.)

Amandeep pushed him aside and sat up properly, while Rishwik wrapped his arms around Amandeep's neck, pressing in mock annoyance.

Rishwik: "Pehle jawab de kyu bheja."

(First, answer me—why did you send it?)

Amandeep: "Areh bechari tujhe bhola samajh ke pyaar karti hai main toh asliyat dikha raha tha."

(She thinks you’re innocent and loves you; I was just showing her the truth.)

Amandeep was about to say something when they all heard a collective gasp. He and Rishwik turned towards the door, only to find Kartavya, who had just returned from the office, along with Savisha and Akshavi standing there, eyes wide in surprise.

Akshavi: "Bhabhi main keh rahi thi na ye dono straight nahi hai."

(Sister-in-law, didn’t I tell you these two aren’t straight?)

Rishwik, Amandeep: "Whattt"

Rishwik gently pushed Amandeep aside, creating some distance between them as both stood firm.

Rishwik: "Akshu, bakwaas na kari."

(Akshu, don’t talk nonsense.)

Savisha: "This was not expected from you both."

Kartavya: "Bachpan se toh na jaane kya kya kiya hoga."

(Who knows what all you’ve done since childhood?)

Amandeep: "Areh bhai yaar."

(Come on, guys.)

Savisha, Kartavya, Akshavi: "Shehhhhh"

The three of them quickly shook their heads in submission and hurriedly left the scene, leaving Rishwik and Amandeep standing there, momentarily stunned. Both turned to look at each other, still processing the situation, their expressions a mix of disbelief and confusion over how everything had unfolded so quickly.

Rishwik, Amandeep: "Ewwwwww"

Rishwik: "Meriiii darling, heeriye main aaya"

(My darling, my beloved, I’m coming)

Amandeep: "jaaniye, Meri Avyuu main aaya apni izzat bachane."

(My dear, my Avyuu, I’m coming to save my dignity.)

Rishwik hurriedly ran to his room, still processing the events that had unfolded. Meanwhile, Amandeep grabbed his phone and dialed Avyukta's number.

In Rudraksh and Ruhanika's room,

Ruhanika walked into the room holding a steaming cup of tea for Rudraksh, hoping to surprise him with something comforting after his rough day. But when she entered, the room was empty. Assuming he was in the washroom, she walked over to the closet, setting the tea down on the bedside table. At that moment, Rudraksh stepped out of the washroom, freshly showered and only in his sweatpants, his damp hair still slightly tousled.

Ruhanika watched Rudraksh as he was focused on wiping his hair, completely unaware of her presence. His phone suddenly rang, and he quickly answered the call, still not noticing Ruhanika standing nearby. He was completely unaware of her presence as he continued wiping his hair with one hand while holding his phone with the other, taking a call. His attention was fully on the conversation, and he didn't notice Ruhanika watching him from the doorway. Ruhanika stood still, mesmerized by the sight in front of her. Her gaze slowly traveled from top to bottom, her eyes practically glued to his physique. She couldn’t help but admire the movement of his hand as he ran it through his hair, the veins in his arms catching her attention, a detail she loved so much. Her eyes followed his hand up to his lips, watching them move as he spoke on the phone, and then to his Adam's apple, which bobbed slightly with each word he said. Her gaze dropped lower, moving to his chest and then to his abs, which were now subtly visible as he shifted slightly. Ruhanika couldn’t tear her eyes away, her breath catching in her throat. A sudden, intense urge to touch him washed over her, and without realizing what she was doing, her feet started moving toward him, drawn to him as if in a trance. Her eyes never left his abs, her every step focused on closing the distance between them.

Rudraksh: "Yeah okay, I'll sign that tomorrow, but don't proceed with the shipment before that."

Rudraksh hung up the call and placed his phone on the vanity, his mind still lingering on the conversation. As he looked up, he saw Ruhanika walking towards him, a gentle smile spreading across his face. Her presence instantly brightened the moment.

Rudraksh: "Hii Ruhh, aa gayi...."

(you’re here...)

Rudraksh's words caught in his throat as he suddenly realized he was standing shirtless. His eyes widened in shock, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him. Instantly, he grabbed the towel hanging nearby and quickly wrapped it around his neck, trying to cover up his exposed chest. He could feel Ruhanika's gaze on him, a quiet but palpable attention that made his cheeks, ears, and neck turn a deep shade of red. Trying to compose himself, he turned around, offering her a view of his back, hoping to deflect some of the attention. His heart raced as he scanned the room for his shirt, but in his flustered state, he couldn't seem to find it.

Rudraksh: "Ruhh, jaana 2 minute bahar wait karogi? Main aata hu."

(Ruhh, can you wait outside for 2 minutes? I'll be there.)

Rudraksh spoke, his voice slightly shaky, wrapping the towel around himself in a way that concealed his back. He could sense Ruhanika standing just behind him, her presence making his pulse quicken. His face flushed with embarrassment, and he shut his eyes, wishing he could disappear for a moment. The feeling of vulnerability, coupled with her proximity, made him even more self-conscious.

Rudraksh: "Ruhh, betu please bahar jao."

(Ruhh, sweetheart, please go outside.)

Ruhanika: "Nahi, Vo hume biscuits dekhne hai."

(No, we want to see the biscuits.)

Rudraksh: "Whatttt???"

Rudraksh quickly turned towards Ruhanika, his heart skipping a beat when he saw her admiring him with a sweet, knowing smile. His cheeks reddened, and he instinctively averted his gaze, feeling the heat of her stare. Ruhanika, undeterred, stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, her touch gentle yet confident. Rudraksh, still flustered, instinctively placed his hands on her waist to steady her, the warmth of her body against his easing some of his nervousness. Despite the awkwardness he felt, the intimacy of the moment made him feel a surge of affection for her.

Rudraksh: "Mallika-e-Aksh aap..."

Ruhanika: "Haa hum, hum jante hai aapke is kadak pet, humara matlab ki ye 8 pack abs ko biscuits kehte hai."

(Yes, me! I know that your firm belly – sorry, I mean your eight-pack abs are called as biscuits.)

Rudraksh's eyes widened in surprise and without thinking, his grip on her waist tightened instinctively.

Rudraksh: "Ye kisne bataya tumhe, kisse pucha tumne?? Mana kiya tha na maine??"

(Who told you this? Who did you ask? Didn't I forbid you from asking?)

Ruhanika pouted at his scolding, her lips forming a soft, irresistible pout as she looked up at him.

Ruhanika: "Humne nahi pucha, vo toh Akshavi bhabhi ne humse pucha tha ki hume biscuits mile kya toh humna na kaha toh bhabhi sa ne kaha ki itna kya sharmata hai Rudra zara apne 8 pack abs nahi dikha sakta."

(I didn’t ask! Akshavi bhabhi (sister-in-law) asked me if I’d seen the biscuits. When I said no, Savisha bhabhi said, Why is Rudra so shy? Can’t he just show his eight-pack abs?)

Rudraksh dropped his head onto Ruhanika's shoulder with a heavy sigh.

Rudraksh: "Ye bhabhi bhi na, na jane kya kya batati hai tumhe."

(Oh, this bhabhi of yours! She tells you all sorts of things.)

Ruhanika chuckled softly, sensing Rudraksh’s flustered state, and pulled him into a warm, comforting hug. Rudraksh inhaled her fragrance deeply, his face nuzzling against her neck as he let the familiar scent calm his racing heart. The closeness between them, so natural yet intimate, made him forget his earlier embarrassment. Meanwhile, Ruhanika inhaled his freshly showered scent, which had an unexpectedly calming effect on her, easing her nerves. As she wrapped her arms around him tighter, she playfully tugged at the towel around his neck, tossing it aside without a second thought, letting the moment unfold without interruption.

Ruhanika: "Nahi bas yahi bataya, baby humare bheetar kaise aayega ye abhi bhi nahi bataya."

(No, she only told us this. She still hasn’t explained how the baby will come inside me.)

Rudraksh pulled back in shock, his eyes wide as he looked at her.

Rudraksh: "Tumne pucha??"

(You asked her??)

Ruhanika: "Nahi, aapne mana kiya hai na humne nahi pucha, par bhabhi sa khud bhi toh bata sakti hai na"

(No, you told me not to, so I didn’t. But bhabhi could explain it on her own, right?)

Rudraksh: "Koi zarurat nahi hai tumhe ye sab janne ki, chup chap padhai pe dhyaan do tum."

(There’s no need for you to know all this. Focus on your studies.)

Ruhanika glared at him, her eyes sharp with irritation, and pushed him lightly with a pout on her face.

Ruhanika: "Na khud bata rahe hai, na kisi aur ko batane dete hai, ab toh hum college bhi jane lage hai."

(Neither will you tell me, nor will you let anyone else tell me. And now I’ve started going to college!)

Ruhanika turned around, folding her arms across her chest, a pout tugging at her lips as she tried to maintain her composure. But before she could say anything, Rudraksh, with a mischievous grin, wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. Ruhanika could feel the warmth of his bare chest pressed against her back, the sensation sending a wave of excitement through her. The feeling of his body against hers made butterflies flutter in her stomach, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush a deep shade of red. Rudraksh, noticing the effect he had on her, couldn't resist. He saw her flustered expression and decided to tease her further, his lips hovering near her ear as he whispered playful, clearly enjoying every moment of her shyness.

Rudraksh: "Kya hua Ruhh, ye tumhare pyare pyare se gaal aaj laal kyu hai?? Maine toh humari wali activities bhi nahi ki."

(What happened, Ruhh? Why are your sweet little cheeks so red today? I didn’t even do any of our activities.)

Ruhanika blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. Gently, she placed her hand over his, which was resting on her stomach. The warmth of his touch sent a flutter through her, and she looked up at him, her heart racing.

Ruhanika: "Aap jante toh hai kyu Gaal laal hai humare"

(You already know why my cheeks are red!)

Rudraksh: "Nahi Ruhh, nahi janta main, tum bata do na."

(No, Ruhh, I don’t know. You tell me.)

Rudraksh whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin as he nuzzled his face into her neck. He gently pressed a kiss to her soft skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Ruhanika’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help but melt under his touch. Her body instinctively leaned back against his chest, seeking the comfort of his embrace. She felt her cheeks flush with warmth, a mixture of shyness and longing overwhelming her. It was her weakness—no matter how much she tried to fight it, she couldn’t stay away from him. The closeness, the affection, his touch... it all made her feel safe, loved, and yet undeniably vulnerable.

Ruhanika: "aap jante hai humare bheetar titliyan udti hai aap yu kareeb aate hai toh."

(You know that butterflies flutter inside us when you come so close to us.)

Rudraksh: "Kaisi titliyaan Mallika-e-Aksh??"

(What kind of butterflies, Mallika-e-Aksh?)

Rudraksh asked still lost in the moment as he continued his gentle assault on her neck, his lips leaving soft traces of affection. Her grip on his hand tightened in response, and she shut her eyes tightly, a mixture of warmth and anticipation flooding through her. She could feel the intensity of his affection, making her pulse race and her breath shallow.

Ruhanika: "Vahi anjane par meethe aur  pyaare ehsaas jo aapke itne kareeb hone se aate hai"

(The kind that brings sweet and lovely feelings whenever you’re this close to us.)

Rudraksh: "Hmmmmm, aur??"

(Hmm... and?)

Rudraksh became lost in the moment, his senses fully consumed by the warmth of her body pressed against his. He tightened his grip around her waist, his hands gently pulling her closer, as his lips moved from her neck to the delicate curve of her ear. Each kiss, each touch, seemed to draw her deeper into his embrace. Ruhanika’s breath quickened, her heartbeat matching the intensity of the moment. She leaned further into him, letting go of her shyness, surrendering to the intimacy of his touch. Her weight shifted onto him, feeling the steadiness of his arms around her, grounding her. The tenderness in his hold only made her feel more cherished, as if he was carefully and completely enveloping her in his love.

Rudraksh: "Aur Ruhh, aur kaise ehsaas haa bolo??"

(And, Ruhh? What other feelings do you have? Tell me.)

Ruhanika: "Jaise .... Jaise aap a..ur kareeb aaye humare aur bas itn..e kareeb ki h...in sirf aapko mehsus kare."

(Like… like when you come even closer to me – so close that I can only feel you.)

Rudraksh smiled softly against her neck, inhaling the soothing scent of her skin. The warmth of his breath and the press of his lips against her neck made Ruhanika feel an undeniable pull. Overcome with the intensity of the moment, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She quickly turned toward him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, burying her face in his bare chest.

Rudraksh’s heartbeat quickened, his chest rising and falling as she pressed closer to him. Her face rested against his bare skin, and he could feel the gentle movement of her hands as they wrapped around his torso, softly tracing patterns on his back. The sensation sent a rush of warmth through him, and without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, shutting his eyes in the quiet comfort of her embrace. The world seemed to fade away as they held each other, lost in the warmth of the moment.

Ruhanika: "Kya aapko bhi aise ehsaas hote hai, humare pass aate hi??"

(Do you feel the same way when you’re close to me?)

Rudraksh smiled softly, his heart full of affection, and gently kissed the top of her head.

Rudraksh: "Tumhare mere pass aate hi mujhe sukoon sa aa jata hai, aise ehsaas hote hai jaise mujhe barso se talash thi inki jo mujhe tumhare roop me mile."

(Whenever you’re near me, I feel a sense of peace, like I’ve found what I’ve been searching for all these years – and I found it in you.)

Ruhanika smiled, feeling the warmth of his affection as she rubbed her face against his chest. She then lifted her chin to rest on his chest, gazing up at him with soft eyes. In response, Rudraksh leaned down and kissed her cheek tenderly, a gesture that made her heart flutter.

Ruhanika: "Aapne hume tab kyu nahi bataya ki biscuit ka matlab ye kadak pet, matlab ye 8 pack abs hote hai."

(Then why didn’t you tell us earlier that biscuits means your firm belly – your eight-pack abs?)

Rudraksh's cheeks flushed again, but he didn't pull away from her. Instead, he held her close, gathering his thoughts to explain everything. He wanted to be gentle and patient, choosing his words carefully so she could understand. He knew this conversation was important, and he wanted to make sure she felt safe and loved, no matter the questions she had.

Rudraksh: "Kyuki har cheez ek sath nahi bata sakta na Ruhh, kuch cheeze dheere dheere se hi pata Lage toh thik."

(Because I can’t tell you everything at once, Ruhh. Some things are better discovered slowly.)

Ruhanika: "Jaise aapka ye biscuits?"

(Like your biscuits?)

Rudraksh: "Firstly call them abs, bahaut mehnat se banaye hai maine, pata hai kitne ghante gym me core workout karta tha main."

(Firstly, call them abs. I worked really hard to get them. Do you know how many hours I spent doing core workouts at the gym?)

Rudraksh felt a rush of warmth spread across his chest as Ruhanika's hand traced along his body. His heart raced, but he stayed still, allowing her to touch him. It was Ruhanika, the one person he trusted completely, and the connection they shared made him feel secure. He didn’t pull back, not because he didn’t feel the intensity of the moment, but because he knew this was her right, only her right to touch him—her way of expressing affection, of showing how deeply she cared. With each tender touch, he only grew more certain of how much she meant to him. She was his, and moments like these were a reminder of their bond, of the love they had built together. His body reacted to her touch, but his heart was steady, anchored in the belief that she was the one who held his heart—always.

Ruhanika: "Pure 8 pack abs hai aapke toh."

(So, you really do have a full eight-pack?)

Ruhanika’s fingers gently traced from Rudraksh’s Adam’s apple down to his chest, her touch light but deliberate, her gaze following the path she created on his skin. As she reached his abs, she could feel the tension in his body, but she could also sense the longing in the air, thick with the unspoken connection between them.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, she leaned forward and kissed the spot just above his heart, her lips lingering for a brief moment, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch. Both of their hearts were yearning for more closeness, but Rudraksh could barely contain the intensity of the moment. He pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly against him, trying to steady his racing emotions.

Ruhanika smiled knowingly, sensing his bashfulness and the way his cheeks flushed. Instead of teasing him further, she gently rubbed his back, her touch soothing. As her hands moved across his muscles, he began to relax, the tension in his body slowly melting away under her care. Her tenderness was the balm to his unspoken desires, and they both surrendered to the peacefulness of the moment, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Ruhanika: "Aap gussa toh nahi hai na humse??"

(You’re not angry with me, are you?)

Rudraksh: "gussa kyu betu??"

(Angry? Why, sweetheart?)

Ruhanika: "Aapne kapde nahi pehne par humne aapko dekh liya, ye galat baat hai, par bharosa kijiye Akshu bhabhi ne kaha tha pati patni me ye aam baat hai."

(You weren’t wearing clothes, and I saw you. That’s wrong, isn’t it? But believe I, Akshu bhabhi said that this is normal between husband and wife.)

Rudraksh pulled back slightly, creating just a small distance between them. Ruhanika, not wanting to let go of the moment, looked up at him, her chin resting on his chest. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he leaned in toward her, bringing his face closer, with only an inch separating them.

Rudraksh: "Toh main bhi tumhe aise dekh lu Ruhh?"

(So, can I also see you like this, Ruhh?)

Ruhanika's eyes widened in surprise, and in an instant, her face flushed a deep red. She lowered her head, but a shy smile tugged at her lips.

Ruhanika: "H..um, voo.."

(I...I...ummm....)

Rudraksh chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned in just a little closer and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips, the light touch making her cheeks flush deeper.

Rudraksh: "Relax, Jaana mazaak kar raha hu."

(Relax, sweetheart. I’m just joking.)

Ruhanika smiled playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She then stood on her tiptoes, leaning in towards his ear with a teasing glint in her gaze. As she got closer, the warmth of her breath brushed against his skin, and she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ruhanika: "Par ab ye aaj ka drishya bahaut manmohak hai.. hum roz dekh sakte hai kya???"

(But this sight today is so mesmerizing. Can I see it every day?)

Rudraksh’s cheeks flushed deeper as Ruhanika noticed his reaction. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she playfully leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Ruhanika: "Humare nazuk kali toh sharma rahe hai. Kya humara aapko is tarah chuna aur dekhna aapko pasand aaya."

(My delicate flower, is blushing. Did you like it when I touched and admired you like this?)

Ruhanika’s fingers traced delicate patterns across Rudraksh’s chest as she asked her question, her voice soft but playful. The touch was intimate, sending a shiver through him, and he suddenly felt a wave of shyness wash over him. Trying to hide his embarrassment, he quickly grabbed the towel, and in a flustered attempt to distract her, he dropped it playfully over her head, covering her eyes. But as he tried to move away, he realized that Ruhanika was still holding him tightly, her arms wrapped around him in an unspoken request for closeness. He couldn’t escape her hold, and though he was blushing deeply, he found himself unable to pull away, his heart racing in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Rudraksh: "Mallika-e-Aksh, yun zulm na kijiye, jane dijiye na"

(Mallika-e-Aksh, don’t be so cruel. Let me go, please.)

Ruhanika: "Ye towel hataiye hum dekh nahi pa rahe hai aapko."

(Remove the towel; I can’t see you properly.)

Rudraksh: "Zarurat bhi nahi hai"

(There’s no need for that.)

Ruhanika pouted. Rudraksh chuckled softly as he managed to free himself from Ruhanika’s grip. As he quickly pulled on his shirt, he felt the towel land on his face, and he looked up to see Ruhanika pouting playfully. He grinned and pulled the towel off his face, teasing her.

Ruhanika: "Hume dekhne the biscuit jee bhar ke, jaiye hum baat nahi karte aapse, naraz hai thode se."

(I wanted to see the biscuits properly. Fine, I won’t talk to you. I’m a little upset.)

Ruhanika turned to leave, but before she could take a step, Rudraksh reached out, gently holding her hand and pulling her closer. She found herself with her hands resting against his chest, the warmth of his touch making her heart flutter. Her gaze dropped, and she lowered her head, feeling the intensity of the moment.

Rudraksh: "Sab janta hu mujhe chedhne ki achchi training mili hai tumhe."

(I know you’ve received excellent training in teasing me.)

Ruhanika giggled, as she wasn’t upset with him at all and was just playfully messing around. As she started buttoning up his shirt, her fingers brushing over the fabric, Rudraksh leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing her ear. In a husky voice, he whispered, sending a shiver down her spine.

Rudraksh: "Tum bhi mujhe aisa manmohak drishya dikha sakti ho, jab hum humari wali activities karenge."

(You could also show me such a mesmerizing sight when we do our activities.)

Ruhanika blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a soft pink as his words lingered in her mind. His husky voice was making it even harder to focus, and she felt a flutter of weakness wash over her. Her heart raced, but Rudraksh’s arms around her kept her steady, grounding her in the moment as her hands continued to button his shirt.

Ruhanika: "Dhatttt, kaisi baatein karte hai aap, nirlajj jaisi bilkul."

(Oh, stop! How shameless you are!)

Rudraksh: "Achcha jii, main nirlajj, aur tum jo abhi keh rahi thi, mujhe dekh rahi thi vo thik tha??"

(Oh really? I’m shameless? And what about what you just said and did? Was that okay?)

Ruhanika: "par vo toh pati patni me aam baat hai na."

(But that’s normal between husband and wife, right?)

Rudraksh: "Main jo keh raha hu vo bhi aam baat hai na Ruhh."

(And what I’m saying is also normal, isn’t it, Ruhh?)

Rudraksh whispered near her lips, and the intensity of his words made her heart race. Unable to handle the overwhelming feelings, Ruhanika gently pushed him away and quickly ran from the room, her footsteps echoing as she left him chuckling behind.

Later, during dinner, Ruhanika couldn’t help but blush every time their eyes almost met. She carefully avoided eye contact with him, her cheeks flushed a constant shade of pink. Rudraksh, sitting across from her, desperately wanted to laugh at how adorable she looked, but he controlled himself, enjoying the sweet, shy silence between them.

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Ashvik and Akshavi's love.

Aakarsh's confession.

Rishwik throws Riyanshi.

Amandeep and Avyukta's moments.

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