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“If we ever fall in love, let’s never tell the world.
The world tends to ruin beautiful things.”
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RUDRA’S POV
As I finished explaining what actually happened in the garden, her tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Each drop carved a trail through her flushed skin, and her eyes-red, glassy, trembling with hurt-held a guilt that stabbed at my heart.
But I know it’s not her fault completely.
The way things unfolded… it was too much, too fast. Kriti’s venomous words had already planted seeds of insecurity, and what she saw in the garden only watered them. It all overwhelmed her, and honestly, I can’t blame her for that.
“Don’t cry,” I whispered, cupping her face with both hands. My thumbs brushed away the tears clinging to her cheeks, but they just kept coming, like a storm refusing to pass.
“I-I thought for a moment that you don’t want me,” she choked, voice cracking . “And I couldn’t handle that.”
My chest constricted, and a sharp ache twisted in my gut.
Seeing her like this-this broken, vulnerable version of the girl who lights up my world with her chaos, her dramatics, her laughter-was unbearable.
It took everything in me not to walk out right now and destroy the person responsible for this. Because someone did this to my wife.
Someone made her feel… unwanted.
“Never,” I said softly, stroking her cheek, trying to calm the rage boiling inside me. “My existence is incomplete without you now. How can I even think of leaving you, hmm?”
She finally met my gaze. Those beautiful eyes-usually bright and mischievous-were now dull and puffy from all the crying. They mirrored every emotion she felt: pain, confusion, guilt.
“Do you really not want someone like her?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, still unsure if she could trust the truth in my words.
Sometimes it’s not that we don’t trust the other person but it’s about reassurance. It doesn’t matter how much we trust someone or know that he loves us but we just wants to hear that from him.
We might know someone loves us… but still need to hear it.
And if saying it would bring her peace, I’d do it a thousand times.
“No” there was no hesitation when it comes to her, no matter how many times she asks my answer will be same.
“And stop thinking otherwise.” I tilted her chin, making her look at me. “You know that I love you. Just trust your heart, baby.”
“I love you,” I whispered, hoping she could see the sincerity of my words in my eyes.
The pain etched into her face guts me.
“I will always love you, Today . Tomorrow. Forever”
“You say that now…….” Her voice drift off as her eyes dart away.
My chest clenches”and I will say it everyday until you finally believe it.”
“It could take forever”
I cupped her face in my both hands, slowly stroking her cheek by my thumb.
“It’s a good thing all we have is time”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying herself into me like she was afraid I’d disappear.
I didn’t waste a second. I pulled her into my chest, holding her as tightly as I could without hurting her. My fingers slid into her hair as she sobbed, her body trembling against mine.
“It’s okay, let it out,” I murmured, placing a soft kiss on the crown of her head.
Her breathing eventually evened out, and her grip loosened. She looked up at me, eyes still watery.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“You’re here. In my arms. Safe. That’s enough for now.” I tightened my arms around her waist in silent reassurance.
She nodded slowly, and then…
“Just promise me one thing,” I said, my voice dropping, heavy with emotion.
She looked up, waiting.
“You will never leave me like that again,” I gritted out, the memory of that night flashing in my mind-the emptiness when I couldn’t find her, the fear, the anger that turned my blood to ice.
And the way my heart nearly stopped when I saw that man even dare move close to her.
“No matter what happens” my voice raw and stripped of all humour. “whatever you see or hear, you will talk to me first.
I don’t care if you’re angry with me- I can deal with that but whatever the problem is you will tell me first and never do something as reckless as tonight”
“Do you hear me?”
She nodded, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip.
I reached up and gently freed her lip with my thumb. “You have no idea what happened to me in those moments…” My voice cracked slightly, the weight of those memories still fresh.
We stared at each other for a second too long, the silence between us humming with something electric.
I don’t know who moved first. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was me. All I know is that our lips crashed together with ferocious intensity.
I kissed her like a man starving. Like I’d been drowning and she was the air. My hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a sliver of space left between us. Her fingers fisted my shirt, her soft whimper swallowed between our lips as I nibbled gently on her bottom lip.
Our mouths moved in perfect sync, each kiss deeper, more desperate than the last. Her hands moved up to tangle in my hair while mine slid under her shirt, fingers grazing her warm skin, sending shivers down both our spines. Every touch, every breath was filled with the hurt, the fear, the aching need to feel close again.
She arched her neck, giving me better access, and I trailed kisses along her jawline, down to the hollow of her throat. Her breathing hitched as my lips pressed there, tender but possessive.
When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, I pressed my forehead to hers, trying to steady my breath.
“I love you.”
“I will always love you,” I murmured, looking into her soft brown eyes. “Always remember that.”
“I love you too,” she whispered back, her voice hoarse but sure. Her eyes were glassy again, but this time, it wasn’t pain-it was love.
“Okay, now stop crying or you’ll look like a monkey in college tomorrow,” I teased, wiping the corners of her eyes with a soft chuckle, needing to lift the heavy atmosphere between us.
As expected, my dear wife just narrowed her eyes at me, the hint of a pout on her lips. My lip curved in amusement.
That’s my girl.
“I’m not a monkey! And if I’m a monkey, then you’re a monkey too!” she huffed.
“Oh really?” I grinned, pulling her into my arms again. “Then we should make cute little baby monkeys together, hmm… what do you think?”
Her cheeks turned a deep, crimson red, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“You think it’s funny?” she scowled, puffing her cheeks like an angry kitten trying to look scary. It wasn’t working-but it was adorable.
Did I ever mention that making her blush is my favourite hobby nowadays. well second favourite, kissing her beautiful lips is still first.
“Rudra…” she mumbled, her head resting on my chest again.
“Hmm?”
“What will you do with her?”
I knew exactly who she meant.
“Don’t worry about that baby, she will not see what’s coming for her” i will see how she will feel after her so called position in business world will crumble infront of her and she couldn’t do a single damn thing to stop it.
“Uss ganji chudail ko mera hi pati mila tha?” she growled.
“Agli baar mili to baal noch lungi, kutti kahin ki.” Her voice was fierce, her expression wild and beautiful.
Well, my girl is fierce. And I’m a devoted husband.
So whatever my beautiful wife wants.
(But ganji chudail toh ganji hai na…)
The sharp ring of my phone broke the silence in the room, forcing us to pull away from the hug. I reached for my phone and saw Maa’s name flashing on the screen.
She must be worried after seeing both of us leave the party so suddenly, visibly distressed, and without informing anyone.
But honestly, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to think about anything-or anyone-other than Isha in that moment.
I answered the call and put it on speaker.
“Where are you? And why haven’t you been answering my calls? I’ve called you a hundred times!” Maa’s voice rang out, thick with worry.
“And where’s Isha? Is she okay?”
I glanced at Isha. Her face fell the moment she heard Maa’s concerned voice.
The guilt in her eyes returned, silently blaming herself for everything once again.
“Yes, Maa. We’re fine. Isha wasn’t feeling well-she was exhausted. So, I brought her home,” I said calmly.
“I’m sorry I forgot to inform you and made you so worried.”
I didn’t want to tell her the whole truth. Not when things had finally calmed down. What was the point of worrying her further when everything was okay now?
“Oh, thank God! I was so worried when I saw both of you upset,” Maa sighed.
I reached out and took Isha’s hand gently in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
She looked up at me and gave a small, grateful smile that made my heart ache.
“And Isha’s mother called too,” Maa continued. “She couldn’t attend the party because she was’t feeling well. She tried calling both your phones but couldn’t get through, so she reached out to me. She was really worried.”
“Maa, as soon as we got home, Isha fell asleep. I didn’t want her to be disturbed, so I put both our phones on silent.”
“Okay… You should rest now too. I’ll call her and let them know you both are safe. She must be very worried,” she said before hanging up.
I placed the phone back on the bedside table and opened my arms for my wife.
She didn’t hesitate-offering me the softest, most beautiful smile before wrapping her arms around me and snuggling into my chest. A content sigh left my lips as I held her close.
At the end of the day, this is what I need-us, together, in each other’s arms.
There’s no way to describe the peace this gives me. No words could do it justice.
On the first night of our marriage, it was her who had initiated this but now I’m the one who is addicted to this.
It’s become impossible for me to fall asleep without her soft, warm body tucked beside mine… without her gentle breathing near my chest… and that natural scent of hers that drives away everything else and calms me like nothing else ever could.
Next Morning
ISHA’S POV
I talked to Maa first thing in the morning. I told her everything-exactly the way Rudra explained it to his mother last night.
We talked for a while, and it was decided I’d visit her after college today.
Rudra’s mother and my mother had been college friends, but they lost touch after graduation. A few years ago, they found each other again, and that’s when they began talking about my marriage.
Maa mentioned it casually during a conversation, and Rudra’s mother suggested her son.
Maa agreed-on one condition: only if I was okay with it.
I lost my father when I was ten. A heart attack took him away too soon. Since then, it had always been just me and Maa. She worked in a bank and did everything she could to raise me with love and dignity.
We weren’t rich, but we were happy.
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College today started with the worst kind of lecture. Chemistry.
I don’t understand why we need to study chemistry when we’re majoring in math.
(Plz Don’t try to be a scientist and give your expert opinions-it’s just the character’s personal opinion, nothing else. Thank you.)
And don’t even get me started on those exceptions. Why make a rule if it only applies to one element? Seriously.
“Students, your practicals will start from tomorrow,” the professor announced toward the end of class. “They’re for your preparation before the finals, but don’t think that means you can take them lightly or skip them.”
Just great. Another thing to look forward to.
After class, we were sitting together-by we, I mean me and Kajal. Shreyansh was sitting on the desk infront of us.
And yes-did I tell you that I just finished telling them about last night and judging by the look they are giving me right now i think I should have kept my mouth shut.
“Are you serious?” Shreyansh asked, clearly in disbelief.
“Yup,” I replied flatly. What else was I supposed to say?
“YOU LEFT THE PARTY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING WHAT WAS GOING ON?”
Okay, now he was being dramatic.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head like I’d committed some national crime.
I know I was wrong, okay? But my brain wasn’t working at that moment.
All I could see was that woman clinging to my husband.
“Yeah… I agree with him on this,” Kajal said, her voice softer, but her eyes said she wasn’t thrilled either.
And honestly? I couldn’t blame her.
“You should’ve talked to him first-at least asked what was going on. It’s not like he doesn’t listen to you or understand you,” she added gently.
“Hell, he’s the kind of man who would stand silently and let you talk nonsense for an hour just because it’s you,” she smiled softly. “It’s clear in the way he looks at you whenever you two are in the same room.”
I lowered my gaze, biting my lip. My chest felt heavy. I was on the verge of tears.
“It wasn’t right to judge him based on some stranger’s words-someone you didn’t even know,” Kajal said firmly.
“Girl, please!” Shreyansh cut in. “You’re no better than her in this regard or should I say, worse!”
Kajal narrowed her eyes at him immediately.
“At least she wasn’t violent. You nearly broke that girl’s nose last week that too in front of the staffroom!” he added, scolding us like a disappointed parent.
I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me.
(Guess for whom Kajal did that for?)
Kajal’s jaw clenched, her eyes darkening at the memory.
“She deserved it,” she said through gritted teeth.
The fire in her gaze told me without a doubt that she will do it again without any regret if given the chance.
“You girls are dangerous,” Shreyansh sighed dramatically. “And people say boys are the possessive ones…”
Kajal and I shared a knowing look… and grinned.
“Stop it! You two look like maniacs-it’s creeping me out,” he muttered.
And just like that-we burst into laughter.
Sometimes… this chaos is all I need.
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