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4 MONTHS LATER-
I was dead tired after 12 hours of surgery.
My shoulders ached like someone had been hammering them all day. I had been living in the hospital for 3 days straight, hardly sleeping.
Honestly, I didn’t want food, coffee, or even rest.
All I want is him.
My peace.
When I stepped out of the hospital ward, I saw Dad and Mumma leaving his cabin.
Bhai already went home.
The clock on the wall glared at me 2:13 a.m.
Before I could think further, I had one last round of OPD. I made my rounds in the ICU, checking vitals of the post-operative cases, examining wound dressings and instructing interns on patient care.
Today, I assisted in an emergency exploratory laparotomy for a patient with a perforated bowel. The case came in late at night, the patient writhing in severe abdominal pain with clear signs of peritonitis.
Under my senior’s guidance, I helped make the incision and carefully navigated through inflamed tissue to locate the perforation. It was physically and mentally tough, but every moment was a valuable learning experience.
By the end, the patient was stable and I felt exhausted yet quietly satisfied that I had given my best.
I finished my rounds, gave instructions to the night interns and finally walked out.
“Call me if anything happens,” I told the interns who are on night duty.
Inside, I prayed nothing would happen. I had zero energy left to handle anything more.
I just need sleep.
“Done?” Mumma’s voice broke through.
I nodded quietly. She handed me a water bottle and I gulped it down like a marathon runner finishing her last lap.
“Slow down, Ruhanika,” she scolded lightly.
I sank into the nearest chair, still gulping water, trying to rest for a few minutes until Dad arrived.
My mind was too tired, circling the same thought and I wasn’t ready to face him.
Mumma studied me as she asked, “Something is bothering you?”
I forced a faint smile trying to sound confident, “Why would you think so?”
She raised her brows, “Because you always scrunch your eyebrows when you’re angry or thinking too much. You look like a pufferfish.”
“It’s not true,” I muttered.
What does she mean by pufferfish?
I touched both my cheeks, squishing a little bit to which she laughed looking at me.
Dad chuckled from behind us, “And you and your brother are exactly the same, always grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy!” I snapped.
I know I am little bit. But I am not. I mean yes….urgh whatever.
Mumma laughed softly, “I’ve been handling you two since childhood, remember?”
She pulled a cardigan over my
shoulders before I could protest
wrapping me full, then held out a woollen cap.
“Eii, Mumma!” I groaned.
“It’s December, Ruhanika. Wear it or you’ll catch a cold,” she said firmly.
“I hate caps,” I muttered. “I don’t look good and I feel weird.”
“Ruhii? What are you, a kid? Wear it,” she insisted, but I shook my head.
With a sigh, she gave up and instead wrapped a muffler snugly around my neck, covering my ears until I looked like a walking burrito with crochet flowers sprinkled on top.
I smiled faintly and slipped her cardigan onto her. I tried putting the cap on her, but she refused with a grin.
See. Same genetics.
That was our language, forcefully dressing each other.
“Hmm so tell me what happened,” Mumma urged softly.
I hesitated and felt my throat tightened. But i didn’t tell anything.
“You both had a fight?” she asked gently, already reading my silence.
I froze. How does she get to know???
Does my mumma started reading minds.
Yes we had a fight but it was stupid. And still….it hurts.
Dad called me out, “Ruhii, come.”
He picked up my bags and I followed him quietly.
As we walked down the corridor, Mumma whispered, ” well I guess the problem….you need to sort things out. It might sound silly to others, might sound weird that you both argued over a silly topic, but for you two, it matters.”
Her voice softened as she held my hands and put it into my cardigan pocket, “Always remember, fights aren’t about who’s right or wrong. They happen when both sides are tired, when you stop listening. That’s why even something small can grow into a big wound.”
I murmured slowly, “He doesn’t want me to take care of him as if he can do everything himself. What is he? A superman? Or what? Stupid Chimpanzee.”
Mumma gave me a soft smile, patting my head.
She glanced at Dad, her eyes warm, “Do you think your father and I never fought? We’ve argued about the smallest things…sometimes I wanted him to rest and he refused, sometimes I wanted to solve everything on my own. But we learned that being stubborn only builds distance.”
Dad nodded, placing a hand on my shoulder, “And I know my daughter already mature enough to handle this.”
I let out a sigh, their words settling into me.
I looked at my parents. They are both so calm. They don’t even talk much, but they still care for each other in their own quiet ways.
And then I think of Yuvraaj papa and Adhya mumma, they are completely different…cute and chaotic. He irritates her, she scolds him, and somehow that’s their love language.
But Mumma and Dad… they’re kind of weird and unique in their own way.
Like, who even talks about surgeries on their first date after marriage? They did…because it was an arranged marriage and they were trying to get to know each other.
I still laugh remembering how Mumma told me that story. They’ve always been like that-calm, studious, focused.
I have never heard them fight, never seen Dad raise his voice at Mumma. And yet, I know they must have argued. Maybe not in front of us, but definitely at some point. And also Adhya mumma and Yuvraaj papa do.
And they’re still together.
I sighed, because deep down I know we’ll handle this too. It was such a silly reason to fight anyway. But we both got too dramatic, too stubborn, to even listen to each other.
I kept silent, my mind drifting back.
That fight had started over something silly yet valid.
Three weeks ago, I had to attend a two-week medical conference in London.
Around the same time, Vihaan fell sick-high fever, infection and chest pain. At first, he ignored it.
Men always think fever disappears if they just walk it off.
Because he drowned himself in work again his game’s release date got announced, he got so busy he forgot he had a body to take care of.
By the time I noticed, he was already struggling to breathe and had these constant pounding headaches.
Obviously, I dragged him to the hospital for a check up.
And guess what? He ended up being admitted for four whole days. Diagnosed by acute sinusitis and secondary bronchitis and even got lung infection.
See? Exactly what I was saying, he doesn’t listen until he collapses.
I stayed with him. I can’t watch him struggling to breathe and my heart just tore apart seeing him struggling to breathe.
But at the same time, I knew that he would never care for himself.
Not unless I forced him.
So I said, ‘Let’s cancel the conference.’ And Mr. The Drama King got offended.
He goes, ‘Don’t cancel because of me. I’m not a kid. I can take care of myself.’
Oh really? Then why were you wheezing like a broken harmonium, huh?
And then he added, ‘Your parents and Kunal jiju are here. I don’t need you.’
Wow. Imagine my face. My heart snapped and my anger doubled in two seconds.
I know, I know, he meant I shouldn’t miss something important because of him, but still how could he say that?
Yes, everyone was around. But excuse me, I can’t sleep unless I know he’s okay.
So, of course, we argued. Okay fine, I argued and he sulked.
And that night, what started as just a normal talk literally turned into a heated argument.
I don’t even know how, we were fine one second, and the next we were snapping at each other. Bhai and Vihaan both convinced me to go.
But how could I not worry? I didn’t want to leave him. Not when he had just been sick.
And yet… because of him, I had to go.
He pulled his classic emotional blackmail, those stubborn eyes, that serious tone…basically saying without saying, ‘If you cancel this for me, I’ll never forgive myself.’
Ugh. He knows me too well. He knows I’ll give in. And I hate that.
So yes, I got so mad I just shut my mouth, stayed silent, and left for London. My anger was burning, but my heart was aching too. Typical me.
And one thing I surely know, while I was gone, he turned into a literal five-year-old. Refusing medicines, throwing tantrums, saying dramatic lines. I swear, he’s worse than my patients sometimes.
But I still made sure to leave his meds under the strictest supervisor-my brother.
Because if not him, then who? At least someone could keep an eye on Mr. Drama King.
Anyway, after 10-12 days he finally recovered. And yes, I kept checking his reports from London.
But did we talk?
No.
Only those dry boring texts-
‘How’s your health?’
‘Don’t skip meds.’
‘Don’t worry about me.’
That’s it.
Both of us are acting like we’re angry, both of us pretending. But still we talked. Because we can’t stay without it.
That’s the thing, we both have the same problem. Stubborn like anything. But also, we can’t resist each other for too long.
When I finally came back to India, I didn’t even go to home. Straight from the airport I ran to the hospital. One of my patients needed emergency surgery and obviously, I had to go. Because I was handling her case.
And then suddenly, an accident happened near the hospital. The construction site people got injured and two days were full of chaos. My whole time went in handling cases.
Thankfully, everyone was safe because the rescue team reached on time.
And now, finally, I’m going to him.
Honestly, this whole fight started over nothing.
He’s just too dramatic, and I’m just too stubborn.
Great combo, right?
I even pulled out my phone to text him, but then thought, nope. This time, I’ll give him a surprise.
Though I already know how it’ll go. He’ll act like he doesn’t care, pretend to be all cool. But secretly, he’ll pout like a five-year-old until I give in.
Ugh. I hate him.
I love him.
Same thing.
The whole drive went with my head full of him, his face, his words, everything.
Soon, we reached home. I let out a long sigh, finally breathing a little easier.
Mumma kissed my forehead, took my belongings, and said softly, “Good night, sleep well.”
She stayed back outside the door, waiting for Dad.
Dad carried my suitcase and walked me up to the door. I was just about to press the bell when it swung open.
And there was Papa, standing in the doorway.
“Yuvraaj, you’re still awake?” Dad asked, sliding the suitcase past him into the hallway.
Papa scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “Uh… I heard the car sound, so I thought Ruhi might be here. She messaged Adhya, so…”
Dad raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Or maybe you just got kicked out of the room.”
I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh. Poor Papa looked like a schoolboy caught eating snacks in between lecture.
Papa frowned acting confident, “Arre, nothing like that. I just didn’t feel like sleeping.”
Dad shook his head with a smirk, “Sure, sure, just like last week when you stayed up all night watching cricket and claimed it was ‘research’.“
Papa looked offended but tried to sound full confident, “Arre, that was important match analysis!”
I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh. My dad and father-in-law bantering like kids, and I’m stuck in the middle.
“Alright, enough,” I stepped in before they started a full case study on match analysis.
“I’ll go. Papa, don’t worry, you’ll get your room back now.”
Papa’s face softened into a smile. “Good. He’ll be happy now. He was waiting for you, you know. Pretending not to, but I can tell.”
“Huh, pretending is his favorite hobby,” I muttered under my breath.
Dad heard me and chuckled.
Papa leaned closer, lowering his voice like he was telling me a big secret, “Do you know what he did? Every night he sat on the balcony, staring at the gate. Said he was enjoying the fresh air. Fresh air, my foot. The boy was sulking.”
I bit back a smile. Because apparently I was doing the same thing just looking at his pictures.
“And then,” Papa continued, ignoring me, “he kept wandering around the house like a lost puppy. Even rearranged the cushions three times just to keep himself ‘busy’. I told him, beta, you’ll tire yourself out before your wife comes back.”
“This man has no patience,” Dad muttered under his breath, and I cleared my throat.
Papa nodded, “Exactly! He pretended he was fine. But his eyes were glued to the door every time the bell rang. Poor courier boy got so much attention when you land back here.”
I covered my face with my hands, half laughing, half blushing at his antics.
As we stepped inside, Dad patted my shoulder, grinning, “Go on Ruhii, before he starts reorganising the cushions again.”
I giggled at his tone.
“Good night, Ruhii.”
I replied back and walked upstairs carrying my luggage.
I pushed the bedroom door open as quietly as I could. My body felt heavy. I stepped in, dragging my suitcase to the corner and my eyes instantly found him.
Vihaan was sprawled across the bed, half-buried in pillows. His duvet had slipped almost entirely onto the floor, and he looked….well, like a disaster.
Correction-Hot disaster.
But honestly, how does this man sleep? Even his sleeping posture screamed I don’t care about rules.
I bent down, picked up the duvet, and carefully tucked it around him. Then I adjusted his pillow.
Just seeing his face made me breathe easier. I had been restless without him and now, finally he was right here.
My gaze wandered across the room-his laptop opened, charger still plugged in, files scattered across the table. He’d clearly been working late on his project, probably pushing himself too much again.
Of course.
Mr. Developer doesn’t know the meaning of rest.
He worked so hard, and when he fell sick, he had to pause everything. I hated seeing him like that. He likes his work way too much.
Too tired to think more, I slipped into the washroom for a quick lukewarm shower. December made it risky, but I needed it desperately.
I used moisturizer because, apparently, winter comes with dry skin, dried my hair, and stepped out wrapped in one of his oversized T-shirts-it was my comfort.
His clothes always had this magic, calming me more than anything else.
After tidying his mess, shutting his laptop, stacking his files in one pile, and mumbling under my breath about his chaos. I finally switched on the heater.
My legs were freezing, and the warm air against my skin felt like heaven.
He was a heavy sleeper, so I knew there was no way he’d wake up. Still, I tiptoed not wanting to ruin his sleep.
I cracked the window slightly, letting in the Delhi chill.
As I went close to bed I saw something else.
Skully.
Beside him silently lying.
What?
He had even covered skully with his own duvet properly, tucked it neatly under his chin.
I paused, biting back a smile.
Since when did my husband start sleeping like a little baby?
I crouched down, gently scooping Skully up, and whispered with a smile, “Looks like someone was keeping his dramatic dad company.”
I murmured softly as I tucked him into the corner of the wardrobe.
My little baby was guarding his father.
Nice transformation.
I crawled under the duvet. The moment my body slid in, I felt him shift beside me.
A deep breath. His messy hair falling over his forehead.
Why does he look so annoyingly handsome even in sleep?
I sighed quietly, giving in and brushing my fingers softly through his hair. Immediately, his body relaxed, molding into mine.
His arm wrapped around me lazily, pulling me closer as if he sensed that it was me.
“When did you come?” he mumbled in that half-asleep, husky voice that made my heart do backflips.
“An hour ago,” I whispered, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.
I missed him.
He frowned, eyes still closed, “But you said you would come this morning…”
I smiled softly, a little smug, “Well, I missed you too much to wait.”
That made him squeeze me so tightly I squeaked .
“Missed you too… even Skully missed you but I’m still angry with you,” he mumbled like a sulky child.
I rolled my eyes with a mock severity. “Same here.”
“Ruh….” he murmured, leaning his forehead to rest against mine, his breath warm on my skin.
I blinked up at him, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Because,” he said, pulling me snugly onto his lap, “I can’t sleep knowing my stubborn biwi is still mad at me. Let’s end this war.”
Before I could argue, he wrapped me in the duvet, his warm hands sliding over my bare thighs. I squirmed slightly as his touch made me twist, his hands working like a personal heater.
My lips twitched. Ugh, he always finds a way to sneak back in.
Then he pulled my cheeks gently, giving me a tiny bite. I scrunched my face and glared at him.
“I adore my biwi’s grumpy face,” he teased softly, smirking like it was his greatest achievement. “Cheeks all rosy, lips all pouty, eyes like saucers… like a little cinnamon tomato I just want to nibble. But I can’t have her stay mad at me.”
I crossed my arms, trying to look serious, but the corners of my lips betrayed me, “Don’t call me a tomato! You are such a troublemaker, one second you act like I’m a superhero who doesn’t need you, and the next you’re acting like a baby.”
He grinned, leaning closer until his forehead almost touched mine.
“Ahh, but you love every version of me,” His fingers pinched my waist playfully.
I shot him a glare, crossing my arms, “No. I hate it. I hate you.”
He raised one brow, smirking, “Hate me, hmm? Then why are you still sitting on my lap?”
I bit my lip, shifting slightly to hide my smile. Damn it.
“Exactly,” he said with smug satisfaction before I could think of a comeback.
“Don’t you think your innocent husband deserves at least a little forgiveness from his little stubborn wife?” he said, smirking.
“I am stubborn right? You need to handle my anger now,” I said looking at me narrowing my eyes.
Then softly, in a playful tone, he added, “Ruh… you’re being a little too harsh on your handsome, dashing, charming husband.”
As his hands were gently tracing my skin. My cheeks warmed instantly.
It is December. I should have been cold, but I felt suddenly warm.
I turned my face away, murmuring softly, “Kyuki mai aapki biwi hu aur haq hai mera.”
(Because I am your wife and it’s my right)
My voice was firm, though deep inside I was already melting.
He narrowed his eyes at me, chuckled lowly and gave my waist a gentle squeeze.
“Bilkul sirf aapka haq hai…but ab mujhe meri biwi wapas chahiye. Mai uski narazgi bardasht nahi kar paunga,” He cupped my cheeks in both hands, swirling them softly until I made a pout.
Then he leaned in and planted a light kiss on them.
(Of course, it’s completely your right but now I want my wife back. I won’t be able to bear her anger)
“Let’s fix this….My fragile heart can never stay angry with his Ruh” he whispered against my skin.
Before I could respond, he pressed a soft peck to my lips. Then kissing my both cheeks making me giggle at his antics.
I sighed, trying to push my anger up again, but my fingers went to his hair without me realizing, caressing it.
“But you still hurt me, Vihaan,” I said softly. “Do you even know how it felt when you said you didn’t need me? I love you. I’ll always take care of you whether you say it or not. How could you say that?”
His eyes softened, and he placed his palm gently over my mouth, “Shaant… meri bullet train. Shaant.”
(Calm down my bullet train)
I puffed my cheeks at him under his hand.
Why does he always laugh when I’m mad?
Am I looking funny to him. Wait I don’t look like a pufferfish like mumma said. I try to stay normal without giving him a chance to laugh. But i forgot my husband is annoying. He will do exactly the same thing that he asked not to do.
“Don’t laugh,” I said, shaking my head, but he only smirked.
“You worry too much, Ruh,” he said, brushing my hair back and kissing my forehead.
I closed my eyes at the warmth.
He pulled back slightly, tilting his head as if inspecting me, “Hmm… you’re trying very hard to stay mad, but your cheeks give you away.”
I frowned, trying to look serious, but my ears warmed.
“My cheeks?” I asked softly, glancing away.
He chuckled, reaching up to tap them lightly, “Yes. They puff up every time you’re secretly melting. Very poor acting skills, Biwi ji.”
I swatted his hand away, my cheeks burning red. I looked down, fiddling with the edge of my sleeve, “Shut up. I’m not melting.”
He smirked, leaning closer as his voice lowered, “Of course not. That’s why you’re still glued to me instead of storming off.”
I bit my lip, unable to meet his gaze, feeling a little flustered.
“Ruh…” he whispered softly, removing his hand, his voice gentler now. “I didn’t want you to cancel your conference. You worked so hard. I’d never want you to throw that away just for me.”
“But I don’t want to go. You’re more important than any conference!” I said, voice firmer than I felt, my hand brushing against his chest.
He shook his head softly.
“You don’t get it. I’m not weak. I don’t want you to see me like a patient. I want to stand beside you, not make you worry all the time. Besides, there are so many people here Mumma, Dad, your parents, Kunal jiju…if something happened…” His voice trailed, and his fingers tightened slightly on my waist.
I touched his cheek gently, my anger fading, “Taking care of you doesn’t make you weak. It makes us strong. I’m your wife. Worrying, loving, nagging you, that’s my right. I know everyone was here but I know you best. I was scared.”
He looked guilty, his voice low, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I said things I didn’t mean.”
My chest felt heavy.
“I’m sorry too. But next time, if something happens…I’ll be there. Always. Even if you say you don’t need me,” I murmured, staring into his eyes. He nodded slowly.
“But if everyone is here… then promise me you won’t worry about me,” he said quietly. I didn’t fully agree, but I nodded anyway.
I stayed sitting in his lap as he wrapped me in his arms pressing his cheek to mine.
“But promise me you’ll never compromise your health,” I whispered.
He leaned closer, his nose brushing mine, “Same goes for you… I promise I won’t. But only in one condition.”
Suspicious, I narrowed my eyes, “What?”
“You keep making this cute red tomato angry face. I like it too much,” he said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes, lightly hitting his arm, “Vihaan!”
He chuckled, tugging me closer on his lap until I fit perfectly against him, “Fine, fine. But you have to sit here and forgive me properly.”
I crossed my arms stubbornly, pretending to think, “Hmm… only if you give me lots of kisses.”
“Lots?” he teased, raising his brows. “Greedy wife.”
“Yes! Greedy for my husband,” I murmured, hiding a smile as I leaned into him.
He laughed softly, brushing his lips over my forehead.
“Your wish is my command, your highness,” he said, pulling me into a heated kiss.
He pressed me closer, pushing me firmly against him so the duvet covering us fell aside. The December cold vanished completely, forgotten in the heat between us.
Our lips tangled with a deep, urgent hunger. My hands threaded into his hair, tugging him closer, while his hands roamed my back and slid beneath my shirt. I gasped softly as his fingers traced my skin.
My legs instinctively curled around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.
We broke apart only to breathe heavily, foreheads pressed together. His lips skimmed over mine again in slow intense kisses.
Then he gently made me lie down, hovering over me, his body covering mine. His face nuzzled into my neck as his arms wrapped me close, holding me tightly.
“Let’s sleep…you must be tired,” he murmured softly against my skin. “Good night, Ruh, sweet dreams of me.”
I smiled, my cheeks warm, and let myself melt into his embrace.
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It had been two days since I came back, and today was the big day…Vihaan’s game launch event.
Honestly, I was almost as nervous as he was. Maybe even more.
I had just come out of surgery. Ten straight hours in the OT. My legs felt like sticks, my back like it had been carrying the whole world. I stood in the doctor’s cabin, blinking hard, my eyes fluttering because if I didn’t, I might just fall asleep standing.
I was tired. Bone-tired.
Just then, my phone buzzed. Tanya’s name flashed across the screen.
“When are you coming? Should I come to pick you,” she asked, her voice full of concern.
I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to massage away the pounding headache, “Just got free…and don’t worry I’ll be there.”
“Okay,” she teased, her tone mischievous.
“But at least message me, alright? Because your husband here is panicking. Not about the launch but because you might not make it. And you know him….he won’t do anything until you are there.”
I sighed, my chest warming despite my exhaustion.
Typical Vihaan. Acting all confident in front of the world but secretly losing it on the inside.
I hung up, shoved the phone back into my pocket, and finished one last round.
By the time I was done, reality hit me like a truck. I had no time to get ready.
My hair was messy, scrubs wrinkled.
Great.
What was I supposed to do to show up to his big event like this? I am too tired to drive home.
Just then, Alia burst in with a grin stretched ear to ear.
“Alia, not now! I’m already late and-“
She cut me off by dangling a bag in front of my face, “Your husband sent this. Change in the quarters. Makeup, accessories you can do the rest in the car.”
She winked at me, and heat rushed to my cheeks.
“This man will drive me insane,” I muttered, blushing as I snatched the bag and bolted to the quarters.
Inside, I changed quickly. The dress he had picked out fit perfectly, of course. Full sleeves Satin white with glitter that caught the light reaching to my ankle.
I paired it with earrings, slipped into heels and grabbed my bag.
I called Bhai because we were the only ones left.
He gave me one look and raised his brows, “Shall we go before your husband turns the world upside down?”
He rolled his eyes, showing me his phone screen…Vihaan had called him 15 times in a row.
I chuckled, “Yes, Bhai. And please drive fast. I don’t want to be late.”
He laughed at my panic, “Relax, Ruhii. We got one and a half hours.”
In the car, I multitasked like my life depended on it. Mirror balanced on my lap, I quickly applied eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick. Then the accessories.
The last piece was the star-shaped pendant chain, the one Vihaan had once attached to my nuptial chain. Two symbols of us, layered close to my heart. My fingers lingered there for a moment, grounding me.
By the time we reached, I quickly messaged him: ‘I’m reaching soon.’
It took forty minutes to reach there, thankfully there was not much traffic.
Stepping out of the car, I adjusted my dress, took a deep breath, and walked in.
The venue was glowing. Soft uplighting bathed the walls in warm gold and glass panels reflected banners of Chronicles of Astralis.
The PixelVerse logo gleamed proudly at the entrance, smaller but bold.
It wasn’t a sprawling convention center more like a cozy co-working space with a stage set up in one corner.
But the energy was electric.
A small crowd had gathered, a mix of curious gamers, a handful of local gaming journalists, a few indie-streamers with cameras slung over their shoulders leaning against the edges of the room.
The hum of excited chatter filled the air. Someone livestreamed the event, their phone perched on a tripod, while another snapped photos for a gaming blog.
Bhai held me quietly as we made our way toward a side area set aside for the launch party a space with sleek sofas, mood lighting, and a small bar. I could tell Vihaan had poured everything into this. Sure, it was small, but it felt like the beginning of something big.
And then I saw him.
Vihaan.
He stood tall near the stage, surrounded by a few fellow developers, his closest friends.
But his eyes they searched only for me. The moment they landed on me, his shoulders relaxed just a fraction, as if a heavy weight had been lifted.
I walked over, my heels clicking softly. He was fussing with his tie, looking adorably restless. I reached out and brushed his hands aside.
His eyes softened, his voice low and husky. “You finally came, Ruh.”
I smiled faintly, my fingers still fixing his collar, “Of course I came. Where else would I be?”
Up close, I could feel his nervous energy thrumming under his skin. He looked like a man ready to face the world but still clinging to me as his anchor.
A coordinator guided us into a side room. Away from the chaos.
It was his cabin as he locked the door. And then passed me juice and a sandwich.
“Have it, youu must be hungry,” he said and i immediately grabbed it because I was literally hungry.
I didn’t care about my makeup because food is my priority now.
Vihaan stood near the window, fiddling with his cufflinks. As he was checking something on his laptop.
His jaw was tight, his shoulders stiff, his eyes flicking to the clock every few seconds.
I was almost done with my food, taking the last bite, when my eyes found him. He stood there, nervously fiddling with his tie.
I shook my head with a small smile, thinking, Of all things to stress about, it’s the tie.
I leaned against the couch, watching him.
“You are going to strangle yourself if you keep pulling at that thing,” I muttered softly.
He looked up, startled then sighed, “It won’t sit right. This knot is irritating me more than anything.”
I couldn’t help but grin.
“Or maybe it’s just the man wearing it,” I teased, walking toward him, enjoying the faint blush creeping over his cheeks.
His brows rose, amusement flickering in his eyes. I stepped closer, “Now stand still before you ruin it more.”
I tugged the tie open and began retying it. The silk slid smoothly under my touch. His chest rose and fell slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You have gotten good at this,” he said softly, leaning a little closer holding my waist.
I tilted my head, lips twitching, “Well i remember someone who taught me so…..”
I pulled him slightly by tie.
He chuckled softly and leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, “I think you just enjoy pulling me around by my tie.”
I gave the knot a sharp tug, pulling him toward me so our faces were inches apart. His breath hitched, and I noticed the faint quickening of his heartbeat.
“Maybe I do,” I whispered, my voice low, almost daring him. “Now hold still. One wrong move and I’ll tighten it enough to actually choke you.”
His grin turned mischievous as he smirked, “Weird fantasy. I didn’t know you had this side, Doctor.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I narrowed my eyes playfully, refusing to give him the satisfaction, “Focus on your event before I strangle you for real.”
As he looked straight into my eyes and I felt like losing myself into his gaze.
Without another word, I looped my hand around his tie and pulled him closer, pressing my lips to his.
His hands immediately found my back, pulling me towards him, his touch sending a jolt through me. My knees felt weak and I clung to him for balance.
We broke apart slowly, his lips brushing mine one last time.
From the outside, Papa’s voice rang out, “Vihaan, come…it’s time.”
He straightened, looking down at me with that infuriating smirk.
“Let’s go, Mrs. Raichand,” he said, brushing his thumb lightly over my lips.
I pulled out a tissue, dabbing the corner of his mouth where my lipstick lingered, adjusting my dress. He took my hand, leaning closer again.
With that devilish grin of his, he whispered, “I’m telling you… whoever taught you this tie thing must’ve been ridiculously hot.”
I rolled my eyes but a smile plastered over my face.
“Narcissist Homo sapien,” I muttered, pinching his hand before letting him lead me toward the stage.
As the vivid memory started running in my mind
I was late for school. Blame my brother he messed up breakfast because apparently he was daydreaming about God knows whom.
Then we ended up cleaning the kitchen together, and here I was, running late.
By the time I reached school, everyone was already sitting on the ground for assembly.
I had to hurry. This was the first time I was this late.
I reached the classroom, dumped my bag, slapped my ID card in place and then my tie betrayed me. It went loose. I tried to fix it, but in panic, I accidentally opened it completely.
And guess what? I didn’t know how to tie a proper knot.
I even washed the tie with the knot intact so I wouldn’t have to tie it later.
Gosh, Ruhanika, why do you always end up in situations like this?
I tugged and twisted awkwardly. The knot broke. The tie fell open. I wrestled with it, frustration bubbling up.
I was already late. If I got caught this time, I’d definitely have to run laps around the ground.
Then I heard the classroom door click. I looked up and there he was.
Vihaan.
In his practice clothes, probably basketball practice.
Walking like he owned the place.
Irritating Homo sapien.
His hair was slightly messed, beads of sweat glinting under the morning light. He leaned against the doorframe like he owned it.
He glanced at me once, smirked like I’d just lost a war and looked away.
“Uff my day is ruined just by seeing your face,” he said lazily, his voice dripping with mockery.
“Guess what?,” I snapped without hesitation. “my day’s already dead thanks to your existence.”
He didn’t look at me. Perfect. I ignored him too, fumbling more aggressively with my tie.
He bent down, put his bag on the bench, and pulled out his uniform.
I looked at him.
Is he going to change here?
Wait. What? Shut up Ruhanika.
“Done staring?” he said without looking up, the voice was thick with smugness.
“You’re changing here?” I said, my voice was sharper than intended but I immediately regretted it.
He finally looked at me, eyes glinting, “Curiosity killed the cat but apparently it makes you more irritating too…..beside mujhe meri izzat bahut pyaari hai”
He gave me a slow wink. I rolled my eyes hard. He strolled away to the sports room. I tugged harder at my tie, jaw tightening.
Three minutes later, he returned back already changed into uniform.
He put on his shoes and started tying his tie like it was some grand performance. I couldn’t help but stare.
I mimicked his movements, trying to copy him exactly.
Then he started tying his tie even slower, as if it was a show just for me. I followed carefully, matching every flick and tug.
Finally, he finished, smooth and perfect. He looked at me with that look.
I stepped back, looked down at my tie…It was a disaster. Knot all wrong and uneven.
What the HECK.
Let it be, Ruhanika…I’ll run the laps of the ground.
He finally looked up. “Need a hand, or should I stand here and enjoy the circus?” His tone was teasing, yet sharp.
“Although watching Miss RankโStealer battle a piece of fabric is oddly entertaining,” he added, smirking like he knew he’d hit a nerve.
I shot him a glare, “One day, I’m gonna punch your smug face clean off.”
“That’s adorable,” he said softly, stepping closer. The air seemed to thicken. “You trying to sound scary is cute….Miss rank stealer.”
“Stop calling me that,” I snapped, tugging harder.
“I like it,” he said with a grin. “It gets under your skin.”
“It’s because you’re a pompous idiot,” I muttered, still struggling.
“And I’m your favourite idiot,” he said smugly. “Don’t deny it.”
“You’re delusional,” I said sharply, glaring at him.
“But so are you,” he replied, stepping closer until I could feel his presence.
“That’s why we’re perfect rivals,” His smirk widened.
“Ahh, you are so irritating. I’m gonna have so much relief when I won’t be seeing your pretty annoying eyes and your nose scrunching,” he said, leaning in slightly.
And one more word and I’ll take that duster and throw it on his mosquito like face.
No, Ruhanika. No violent thoughts.
He looked mock-offended, “But fine…I’ll help you…only if I get a price.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Oh? And what price would that be?”
His smirk widened, “You have to say…. ‘Vihaan, please help me.'”
I rolled my eyes hard, tugging my tie even harder, “In your dreams. I’d rather drown into the ocean than say that.”
He shrugged slowly, clearly enjoying the moment, “It’s not tough, by the way.”
“I won’t. Not in a million years,” I scoffed.
He leaned in just enough that I could feel his breath, “We’ll see. I do enjoy proving you wrong.”
He started to walk away…. but stopped, turning back with that irritating smirk. “Well, I am just too kind, generous, handsome rival of yours, so I can’t let my pretty rival in trouble.”
I rolled my eyes, biting back a grin. Did he drink some self-obsessed juice?
He walked closer, deliberate. I stepped back instinctively.
As he neared, his fingers brushed mine as he gently took my tie. My hands froze. I rolled my eyes, pretending to ignore him, but my tie was still tangled.
“Look carefully, Ruh,” he said, his voice low.
“I told you not to call me Ruh. I don’t like it,” I said irritably.
“But I like it…..see it sounds so gentle when I call you Ruh,” he muttered softly, leaning in just enough that I could feel his presence.
“I don’t know why I’m even tolerating you because I’d love to see you in punishment. I hate you too much,” he muttered under his breath continuously yapping on his own.
I smiled faintly as I watched him, then quickly made a grumpy face so he wouldn’t notice.
“Feelings are mutual, Mr. Raichand. I hate you too,” I said, looking away as he worked on my tie.
“I’m telling you, I hate you so much that I’ll finally be at peace when I don’t look at you any day,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“Oh, believe me… I hate you enough to erase you from my sight completely,” I said with a deadpan.
He rolled his eyes and I gave him my glare.
But for a moment, his eyes didn’t have that usual smugness there was something else.
He cleared his throat, “It’s done.”
His hand lingered on my collar correcting it as he flicked my tie into place and stepped back.
“Oh, that’s how I was doing it wrong before,” I murmured, looking at the perfect knot.
Our hands suddenly brushed again. I pulled back slightly.
“Did you feel?” he asked, tone low.
“What?” I frowned, my heart beating faster.
“That electric current,” he said almost dramatically. I sighed.
“You’re crazy,” I murmured.
He took a deep breath, as if solving a nextโlevel puzzle, and said, “You should stay away from me.”
I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my mouth curled into a smile anyway as I said softly, “Thank you.”
He looked at me, acting like he didn’t care, but I saw the corner of his lips twitch into something.
Until the bell rang.
“Oh no, Ruh. We’ll get late, prayer is started already,” he said, grabbing my hand.
We ran to the ground together, my heart pumping, his grip tight but not letting go.
I held my Ruh’s hands.
Her hands were warm even in the winter chill.
Normally, I never get nervous but tonight was different.
Why?
Because Dad trusted me with this. My sister had helped me. My team worked their hearts out. I always had the back of my mother.
And Ruh, my constant support, stood beside me.
I couldn’t let them down.
The lights dimmed as I stepped onto the stage. I glanced at Ruh, she gave me a thumbs-up, mouthing softly, “All the best.”
She slipped into the front row, eyes locked on me.
I introduced myself, then my game. My voice felt steady but my chest was hammering as i continued the speech.
“And lastly…. thank you. Thank you for being here, for believing in me. Chronicles of Astralis started as an idea at two in the morning, coded in a bedroom. I never imagined it would grow into this….a team, a vision, and now this. To my teammates, my friends, my family, my wife…this moment is ours.”
My eyes found Ruh.
She was recording me. I gave her a soft smile. She looked at me, her face glowing with pride already.
Since this was a collaboration with Dad’s software tech company, the hall was packed with people.
Then I pressed the button. The trailer went live.
Damn. I’ve done it.
FINALLY.
I walked off stage as applause thundered.
Mumma hugged me tightly, eyes misty, whispering congratulations. Then Dad stepped forward. He didn’t say much at first just placed his hand firmly on my shoulder.
“I’m proud of you, Vihu,” he said, voice steady but eyes soft. “You did it in your own way.”
I hugged him.
Ruh stood beside me, smiling as she came forward. “I’m so, so proud of you, Vihaan,” she whispered holding my hand.
Before I could even breathe, Yash’s voice came from the side.
“So, when do we get to play together?”
“Like the old times,” I replied with a grin.
Sid smirked, “Only if you know I’ve refreshed my gaming skills.”
I smirked back at him, “Sid, your ‘refreshed skills’ are just pressing random buttons.”
Yash crossed his arms, pretending to be serious, “Exactly. Sid’s skills are a glitch.”
The group burst out laughing while Sid groaned, “You guys are haters.”
Vani rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Honestly, I’m impressed, Jhinghur. This actually looks nice.”
“Yes, and congratulations,” Tanya added, though I noticed her gaze was behind me.
She was staring at someone across the hall. Curious, I turned slightly, but nope… didn’t recognize the man.
“Excuse me, I’ll be back,” Tanya muttered and disappeared to the other side.
A second later I realized she was heading toward her mother, who was sitting quietly in the corner.
I sighed and turned back to my own chaos.
My little tornado and little tsunami were there. Aarvi was sleeping peacefully like a princess in her father’s arms.
And tornado?
He was already logged in, playing Chronicles of Astralis.
The one that had gone live less than an hour ago. And this tornado had somehow bought a premium subscription already.
By blackmailing me with his cute antics and getting a subscription by being my nephew.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered, chuckling. “I launch a game, and the first customer in line is my nephew. Forget everyone…I should have just hired him as my marketing team.”
Ruh elbowed me lightly, whispering, “He’s your biggest fan.”
I know right.
Across the hall, Prisha di smiled at me.
“Good job, Vihu,” she said warmly.
I grinned back.
“Thanks, di.”
Kunal jiju patted my back, looking half-clueless, “Congratulations!”
Ruh’s parents came over too, congratulating me.
She kept holding my hand through it all, her thumb brushing my knuckles her quiet way of grounding me.
And then Dad showed up again, tugging my shoulder, “Come, Vihaan. There are a few people I’d like you to meet.”
Oh, great. My least favorite level in the game of life.
Still, with Ruh’s hand locked in mine, I let him drag me across the hall.
The hall was alive with voices, handshakes and congratulations. One after another, people came toward me, investors, partners, old friends of Dad.
And every time, without fail, I felt my chest swell just a little as I introduced her.
“This is my wife, Dr. Ruhanika,” I said softly but proudly, my arm brushing her waist.
She greeted everyone with her gentle smile, folding her hands politely.
Somehow, her presence made the whole room feel warmer. Wherever she stood, the chatter softened, I can only feel her presence.
Between introductions, she tugged lightly at my hand, “Vihaan… you should focus. Go meet everyone properly. I don’t want to disturb.”
I turned to her, shaking my head, “You’re not disturbing me. You’re the reason I can even stand here without fainting.”
Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, but I leaned closer, my voice just for her, “Stay with me, Ruh. I need my wife more than words need meaning.”
Her eyes softened, and for a moment the noise around us faded.
She gave me that look, the one that always calms me, her fingers curled around mine. Her breath slowed. Her eyes softened as she leaned closer, and with a quiet, heartfelt voice said, “Yes always with you, dear, husband.”
So I carried on, greeting one person after another.
Each introduction felt different now, because I wasn’t just talking about a game, I was talking about the life I was building, side by side with her.
And through it all, she stayed there, quietly by my side, her presence grounding me.
In that moment, I realised something…all my late-night coding, every sleepless hour, every risk it was for this.
Because in the code of my life, Ruh is my constant-my endless quest, my most cherished program.
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We reached home in silence. She walked past me toward the bedroom without saying a word.
The faint sound of her heels on the floor echoed softly, and the air between us felt heavy yet relaxing.
I dropped onto the bed with a tired groan, pressing my face into the pillow.
“I’m exhausted,” I murmured.
“Vihaan Raichand, get up and change, then come to bed,” she said sharply, her tone carrying authority.
I stretched lazily, as i nuzzled my face into the pillow, “I missed my bed today.”
She stood there taking off her earrings and then looked at me.
I reached for her as she walked by, pulling her toward me. Her lips glossed in soft peachy-red, the mole at her corner of lips making it even more tempting.
She laid on top of me closing her eyes as I tucked her hair behind her ear.
No, it wasn’t just the gloss. It was her lips themselves making the gloss look captivating.
“And I missed you being here in my bed more,” I whispered, letting my lips brush her ear.
Her breath hitched slightly. She rolled her eyes but I saw the twitch of her lips. She was trying to hold back a smile.
“Besharam,” she murmured, pushing me gently.
(Shameless)
“Only yours biwi ji,” I teased.
Before I could move toward her and kiss her, she stepped back, “First, shower. Change your clothes and bedsheets. I want this bed clean, i don’t want dust from outside.”
“I showered in the morning. We can skip this,” I protested. “It’s freezing out, Ruh and I am feeling to lazy.”
“It will make you feel better. Lukewarm water. Your headache will go. Now go,” she said simply as she pressed her hands slightly to my forehead.
I realised that I am indeed tired as her fingers softly pressing my forehead.
I took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles and sighed, already knowing I had lose.
She got up, but her phone rang.
I caught the sound of her caller tune as I saw the caller ID-Aashi.
Now they’ll gossip for hours.
“I’ll be back,” she said softly, taking her shawl and stepping onto the balcony.
“Wrap yourself up. Don’t let the cold catch you,” I stepped toward her, draping the shawl over her shoulders.
She looked at me and nodded before disappeared into the balcony
I didn’t move. My eyes stayed fixed on her until she vanished from view.
Turning away, I walked to my wardrobe, pulling clothes for myself and my shirt for her.
She never wore her own clothes at night anymore since we married.
Now I understood why she had bought so many shirts.
So that my madam can tease me and test my patience.
I stepped forward, but my foot hit something. My shoulder collided with her bookshelf.
A soft click echoed.
Damn it, Her books fell.
She will scold me.
No she will kill me.
Clear the mess Vihaan Raichand.
I bent down to pick them up. I remembered telling her she could use my shelves, but she had insisted on using hers. Said it was her favourite. Even though it was just a single vertical shelf with many rows, she was strangely attached to it. Still wondering why she cared so much, I arranged the books carefully.
Then my eyes caught something unusual, a small handle hidden between the books.
A handle? My curiosity flared.
I pulled the handle.
Nothing happened I twisted it.
The shelf swung open, revealing a hidden compartment.
Books tumbled out.
What the hell was this?
A secret chamber in bookshelves.
Why?
I glanced around quickly, then picked one up.
These were novels. Not ordinary ones like the mystery thriller that Ruh reads..
I flipped through a few pages. Pastel sticky notes marked passages. My breath caught.
Traumatized wouldn’t even cover it. My Ruh…my sweet, innocentโlooking Ruh… was clearly not as innocent as she pretended to be.
My brain was doing somersaults.
Wait. Did my wife just read this?
I can faint at anytime.
My thoughts were still racing when her footsteps returned.
She froze the moment she saw me holding one of her novels. She grabbed it instantly, hiding it behind her back.
I looked at her in shocked but her face turning red in embarrassment.
It’s going to be fun to tease my biwi.
I smirked looking at her, “Well, well..
look what I found. Care to tell me the story behind my wife’s secret collection?”
Her cheeks warmed, “It’s not what it looks like.”
I stepped closer to her.
“Oh really? Because it looks exactly like you’ve been hiding some…. very interesting bedtime reading,” My voice lowered with a teasing edge.
She rolled her eyes, but her voice betrayed her, “They aren’t mine. I borrowed them.”
“Borrowed?” I lifted the book, flipping a page with deliberate slowness. “Then why are there sticky notes tucked into every chapter? And don’t even try to deny it…I can recognize your handwriting even in my sleep.”
Her gaze darted away, suddenly fascinated by the ceiling, as though it might save her.
I leaned in slightly, my voice softening but still playful, “Tell me, Mrs. Raichand, how do you manage to read these with such a straight face?”
When Vani recommended the book to me, I was nearly scarred for life. I couldn’t even get through it.
“That’s a talent you’ll never understand,” she muttered, another eye-roll following, though her cheeks betrayed her.
My smirk deepened. That tiny flicker of reaction was more revealing than all her words.
Stepping even closer, my voice dropped to a husky whisper, “Maybe instead of reading about your fantasies, you should let me bring one of them to life.”
Her breath caught, her lashes fluttering as she whispered, “Vihaan…”
I bent closer, lips brushing near her ear, savoring her shiver, “Hmm… boliye, Vihaan ki Ruh?”
I grabbed her wrist before she could pull away and pulled her close. My lips smashed against hers with a gentle force, my teeth brushing hers lightly, making her gasp.
She gasped instantly, melting into me, kissing me harder.
Her breath came quickly, warm, her body pressing tightly against mine.
Her hands clutched my shoulders as I kissed deeper. My other hand moved up her waist, making her shiver under my touch.
Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her up easily, wrapping her legs around my waist and holding her against the wall.
Our lips locked again, tongues moving together slowly, heat building between us. My breath was warm against her ear.
“You know,” I murmured close to her lips, “since my introvert wife has the wildest fantasies… we could recreate them one by one.”
She smirked against my mouth, breathless.
“Are you sure you’ll be able to?” she teased.
“You don’t know your husband yet,” I whispered, pressing a kiss against her shoulder as my hand went for her dress zipper.
The zipper stuck in my hand.
“Oops… sorry,” I said softly. She gave me a look …the kind that could kill.
“You, stupid nasty…Raichand. This is the 7th dress zipper you’ve broken,” she said, halfโlaughing, half serious.
“What can I do? I couldn’t resist you and anyway, it’s the zipper’s fault,” I said with a smirk, my voice low but loaded with heat.
I could feel her breath hitch against me, her body pressing closer, every heartbeat loud between us.
She rolled her eyes but stayed close, her fingers tracing light patterns on my chest, making me shiver.
“I think we both should sleep, it’s midnight,” she whispered, cheeks flushed, her voice soft but laced with something teasing.
My situation was almost on the edge. My breath was uneven, my heart pounding as I felt the pull of desire growing stronger with every second.
“And you should take care of it….” she teased, her voice low and breathless.
The words sent a shiver down my spine. I pressed my face against her neck, inhaling her warmth, and tasting her skin.
“You can help me with this wife,” I murmured against her ear, my lips brushing her skin.
She shivered softly and cleared her throat, her fingers clutching my shirt tighter.
“I mean your poor husband, taking a cold shower in the month of December, damn it, kulfi ban jayegi meri,” I teased, a mischievous grin in my voice.
Her giggle was soft but full of desire, making my chest tighten.
She caressed my cheek slowly, letting her fingertips linger, and whispered into my ear, “Let me help you.”
Her voice was velvet, but it carried a pull that made my grip her waist tight.
She tugged her dress so it slipped off her shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of her skin.
My breath caught.
The sight made my desire spike, the air between us heavy and charged.
Before I could say anything, she pulled me into a heated kiss, her lips claiming mine with urgent need. Her fingers tangled in my tie, tugging at it as if she wanted to undo not just fabric but every restraint between us. Her other hand slid down, undoing my shirt buttons slowly, teasingly, each movement a promise.
“I want you, Ruh,” I said, my voice low and thick with want, my hands pressing her closer, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric still between us.
She gasped softly, lips still brushing mine.
“Not here….” she whispered, breathless, her voice trembling in desire.
I looked at her, confused.
“What? Everyone is sleeping. No way I’m not risking it,” she said while gasping for air.
She glanced toward the bathroom, a sly smile forming on her lips. As we kissed moved into the bathroom.
The lukewarm water hit us, a pleasant contrast to the cold winter air.
The sound of our breaths and skin brushing filled the room.
I pressed her against the cubicle, lips finding hers again in a slow, deep kiss, full of need. Her hands roamed my shoulders, pulling me closer, her lips trailing to my neck.
Her bare shoulder pressing against my chest. I kissed her shoulder deeply before returning to her lips.
Her hands wandered over my back, pulling me tighter.
She whispered softly against my mouth, “Vih-aan…”
And I answered with another deep kiss, pressing my lips against her chest, her skin warm and trembling under me.
And just like that, we lost ourselves completely, surrendering to the heat between us. Our breaths tangled, voices breaking into soft moans and low groans, mixing with the steady rhythm of water.
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It had been a month since my game release, and honestly, people were loving it. Teenagers were hooked, and that was enough to keep me grinning.
I never imagined this but it’s happening.
It’s freaking happening.
Well the past two weeks though? Pure drama. Tanya’s sudden engagement bomb dropped on all of us. Her mom pushed her into it, she agreed, and just like that we were attending her engagement.
Yash had wanted to confess before, but that idiot… well, forget it. Destiny always writes its own story. I just hope my friends stay happy in it.
And now it looks like another wedding is on the horizon. Something is definitely cooking between Vani and Sid.
Ruh was the first to tell me, and later I joined the dots it’s fun to gossip with her.
Finally, after all that chaos, I had a week off. No schedules. No calls. No deadlines.
Just peace.
And by peace, I mean my Ruh.
Except the moment I opened my room door, peace came with a surprise.
Her perfume mixed with that cocoa moisturizer hit me first, a scent I could recognize anywhere.
And then I saw her…my Ruh…standing there in a black jacket, crop top, jeans, a soft lip tint glowing as she was applying it on her lips slowly.
For a second, I just stood there, my eyes drinking her in.
How could she look this effortlessly perfect?
It was January, the rain making the winds sharper than usual. I shut the door, switched on the heater for a while, yet I still couldn’t take my eyes off my wife.
“That’s a very hot sight to greet your husband,” I smirked, voice dropping a little.
She turned, a little lost, looks like she hadn’t even noticed me come in.
“You came?” she asked, then walked over with that mischievous look that always made my heart skip a beat.
Before I could pull her close, she shoved a set of clothes into my hands, “Now go and change. We are going on a date.”
I blinked, “Date? Suddenly?”
She smiled at me, “Why do you think so much? I don’t need a special occasion to go out with my husband.”
I smiled, the warmth in her voice melting me from the inside, “You’re right. I would go anywhere with my Ruh, no questions asked.”
Her giggle was soft and infectious, making my lips curve without trying. She nudged me away, shooing me to change.
I took a shower and wore the clothes that she gave me and combed my hair perfectly.
When I came back, she immediately held my hand, asking,“Chalien?”
“Chaliye,” I said, bowing playfully.
My chest swelled just watching her smile at that.
But before we stepped out, I stopped and pulled out a warm jacket and muffler from the wardrobe.
She frowned, “What’s that for?”
“I’m not letting you step out like this. Wear it,” I said firmly.
She puffed her cheeks like a stubborn child, “But I’ll look like a ball of wool.”
I laughed, pulling her close and wrapping the muffler around her anyway, “A very cute ball of wool. Mine.”
She asked, raising her eyebrow, “If I am a ball of wool, you won’t love me?”
Then she pulled the muffler tighter around her and wore it, the anger sitting softly on her nose.
She didn’t like wearing mufflers or caps or jackets in winters. She just want to get wrapped into a duvet and lay on the bed the whole day.
I chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Even if you were wrapped in a thousand blankets. I would still find you the cutest thing in the world,” I teased, brushing a kiss against her cheek. She pretended to glare, but her cheeks puffed up making her look like an angry bird.
We headed downstairs, her hand warm in mine.
I was still clueless about her plan, until she went straight to the garage.
She picked up the bike keys, twirled the keychain around her finger, and grinned with that victorious sparkle in her eyes.
Bike.
My eyes widened, “You’re riding it?”
“Of course. Helmet on,” she said, tossing one at me.
I caught it, shaking my head with a smile tugging at my lips, “Just don’t drop us, okay?”
She turned, pretending to be offended, “Excuse me, I am a very safe rider!”
“Safe for you maybe,” I muttered dramatically, strapping my helmet. “But my poor heart is in danger.”
“Please handle my precious baby gently,” I said, running my hand over my bike’s handle.
She just rolled her eyes.
I slid onto the seat behind her, arms instantly circling her waist. My fingers interlocked across her stomach without me realizing, holding her as if I could anchor her to me.
She teased, “Hold on tight then, Mr. Scaredy Cat.”
“Already holding on tighter than necessary,” I whispered, resting my chin gently on her shoulder.
Her warmth seeped into me even through the cold. Her scent mixed with the drizzle in the air, and in that moment, I couldn’t care less about where we were going.
“Ready?” she asked, voice muffled but cheerful.
“Always,” I murmured into her ear, making her shiver.
And with that, we drove into the rainy January night of Delhi. The streets glistened under the dim lights, the drizzle kissed our jackets, the cold air nipped at our faces. But all I felt was her warmth.
She called out, her voice playful over the wind, “See? Smooth ride!”
I smiled into her shoulder, eyes half-closed against the drizzle, “umm, I don’t care if it’s smooth or not. I’m with my wife, that’s all that matters.”
She giggled softly, “You are such a sweetheart.”
I smiled, brushing her hair back, “And you are my whole heart.”
Her giggle floated back, making the whole ride feel magical.
She stopped the bike and as soon as we reached, she removed her helmet.
Her hands automatically went to take off the muffler too, but I shot her a sharp glare. She pouted but quietly left it on.
We walked together toward a small tea stall as the drizzle began to fall. A dim streetlight flickered above, casting a golden glow on the wet road. It was close to midnight, yet the stall was alive with chatter, some people huddled under the shed, warming their hands on steaming cups, others laughing softly in the misty air.
I stepped ahead and asked Bhaiya, two cups of chai.
She waited near the bike, which was safely under a tin shed. Drops of rain tapped against the metal roof above her.
When the chai came, I wrapped my hands around the two hot glasses, feeling the heat seeping into my cold palms. Carefully, I walked to her and offered one.
The way her face lit up just at the sight of tea, it did something to me.
She held the cup delicately, blowing on it with her lips pursed, cheeks pink from the cold.
I smiled helplessly, “You glow more than this rain-lit night.”
Her eyes darted up, shy, before she tried to brush it off, “You and your filmy lines…. so cheesy of you.”
I grinned, leaning even closer, “But you like cheese.”
She bit her lip to hide her smile, but her soft giggle spilled out anyway.
That sound…it made the rainy night feel brighter than any festival light.
We sipped our tea slowly, letting the warmth fill our throats while the rain whispered around us. Her laughter mixed with the clinking of cups, the steam curling between us.
When we were done, I started the bike this time. She slid behind me, wrapped her arms snugly around my torso and rested her chin lightly on my shoulder.
“Comfortable back there Mrs. Raichand?” I teased.
“More than comfortable, Mr. Raichand,” she murmured against my ear. “If I could, I would stay like this forever.”
By the time we reached our houseโI mean Maasi’s house, that’s our now, the rain had turned heavier but luckily we got reached before getting drenched.
She sneezed the moment we stepped inside, and my heart lurched.
“Ruh!” I quickly wrapped her in a shawl.
She wrinkled her nose, “Arre, I’m fine…”
“Shh.” I tucked the shawl tighter around her shoulders, as if she might break if I let go. “No arguments. I won’t let you fall sick.”
Her eyes softened at my fussing, “You worry too much. My immune system is stronger than you think.”
I kissed the tip of her cold nose. “Yes i know but still no risk. I can’t bear seeing you sick.”
She smiled faintly, and we walked upstairs.
The terrace door was slightly open, the rain patter against it, and the transparent glass made the whole scene glow like a painting.
She spread out a soft mattress near the door, switched on the heater, pulled out her laptop, and grabbed a warm blanket.
“Come, Vihaan,” she called, patting the space beside her.
I slid my jacket off and sat beside he.e
She gently put her laptop, the soft click echoing in the quiet room apart from rain drop sounds.
“You don’t have to go to the hospital tomorrow?” I asked softly, leaning closer so my shoulder brushed hers.
A playful smile curved her lips.
“I have an evening shift,” she replied, her voice light but warm.
I nodded, moving beside her, the air between us settling into quiet intimacy.
I reached out, brushing my fingers through her hair, letting them linger at her cheek.
“Which movie?” I asked, noticing her hand absentmindedly playing with her nuptial chain, a delicate doubleโlayered piece with starโshaped pendants that shimmered faintly under the lamp light.
“VeerโZaara,” she said softly.
I chuckled knowingly, “Looks like you are obsessed with this movie.”
She tilted her head toward me, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.
“Yes… I love it…so much” she said softly, her voice breaking just slightly.
After the movie ended, we stayed there for a while.
Her back rested softly against my chest, the duvet loosely wrapped around us.
The terrace door stood slightly open, letting in a cool whisper of night air. Somewhere outside, the rain had paused, only to begin again in soft, rhythmic drops.
I pulled her closer, the warmth of her skin against mine comforting. My fingers traced slow patterns over her arm, the duvet brushing gently over her shoulder.
We sat in silence, the quiet only broken by the rain and the gentle hum of the heater nearby.
Suddenly, she wiggled slightly in my hold.
“Are you not feeling sleepy?” I asked softly, tilting my head. She shook her head, a faint smile touching her lips.
But then, she stood. I looked at her, curious.
“What?” I murmured.
She walked to the cupboard above, her fingers brushing the wood as she reached for something.
Her hair swayed with the motion, catching the dim light. When she turned, she held her guitar in her hands.
A slow smile spread across my face.
“Am I getting my wife’s personal concert?” I asked quietly, my voice filled with warmth.
She nodded, her eyes soft, “Yesss.”
She returned to me, seating herself gently between my legs.
I shifted the duvet so it fell lightly around her shoulders, giving her space to play.
Then, instinctively, I pulled the blanket up over her legs, covering her waist with warmth while the heater worked quietly in the background.
She strummed the first chords, her fingers flowing over the strings. Then her voice came, soft, gentle, utterly captivating.
Ye raatein ye mausam nadi ka kinara
Ye chanchal hawa
I closed my eyes, letting the words sink in, her voice wrapping around me like the warmth of the blanket.
Kaha do dilon ne ki mil kar
Kabhi na honge kabhi ham juda
Ye raaten ye mausam nadi ka kinara
Ye chanchal hawa.
Her singing grew softer, deeper, pulling me into a world where nothing else existed. My fingers rested lightly on her arm, but my heart was lost entirely in her voice.
Ye kya baat hai aaj ki chaandani mein
Ke ham kho gaye
Pyaar ki raagini mein.
She continued, her fingers brushing the chords with delicate grace.
I couldn’t resist as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, letting her feel the warmth of my heart in sync with hers as I sang the lyrics.
Ye baahon mein baahen
Ye bahaki nigaahen
Lo aane laga zindagi ka maza.
She noticed my voice joining hers and smiled, her eyes sparkling with something unspoken.
Soon, we were both singing together, her gentle voice blending with mine:
Ye raaten ye mausam nadi ka kinara
Ye chanchal hawa
The melody wrapped us in magic, the rain outside, the warmth between us, the music of our hearts becoming one.
“I love you, Ruh,” I murmured, pulling her into a tender kiss.
She tilted her head, whispering softly,
“I love you more, Vihaan.”
We melted into each other, lost in the kiss as raindrops fell gently around us. And in the hush of that rainy night, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world felt silent.
เผโงโห๐ฏ๏ธ๐โเผโงโห.
“๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฌ๐บ,
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด,
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ช ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ,
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ฃ๐ข๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ,
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด,
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ,
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ,
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ,
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฉ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ,
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ.
๐๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ,
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐บ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ.
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆโก”
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
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Finally Last Chapter??
So how was the chapter??
And with this we End the journey of EOL hereโค๏ธ
Your favourite scene?
Mine was their flashback ๐ญ๐ i freaking missed them.
Btw how was their school memory???
Trust me I am not crying ๐ญ ๐ญ
Is chapter ko likhne ke liye kitna dimag kharab kia I want it to be perfect sweet and you can’t believe mene kitne scene remove kiye kyuki likhti toh 2-3 chp aur add ho jaaye well I’ll add those scenes in Epilogue and bonus chapters ๐คญ
Yesss….you’ll get the Epilogue and Bonus Chapters of our Ruhaan in future.
I’ll update a note later where I’ll rant about everything and maybe share a few facts from while writing EOL, along with updates on other couple stories.
Now, I can finally take a long break….a very long.
Tell me how you feel?
me? I feel like a part of my soul is still being written, still living there with them.
Because endings aren’t really endings, are they?
Your favourite part of this story? do let me know. Jo bhi bolna hai bol do.
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Enjoy Reading โค๏ธ
Bye Cutiepies….!!!๐
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