Rudra's POV
She shouldn’t have been in my house.
Not after what she did.
Not after what I think she did.
But here she was—barefoot in my hallway, dressed in one of the soft cotton suits the staff brought for her, hair tied up messily, face pale with exhaustion, arms cradling his son.
Aarzoo’s son.
Her voice was soft as she rocked him. Humming something. A lullaby, maybe.
And I stood there, frozen at the doorway, watching her like a man caught in a storm he couldn’t walk away from.
I hated her.
Didn’t I?
She was there the night Aarzoo died. She gave her that tea. She watched my sister collapse. Her fingerprints were all over the chaos that shattered my life.
And yet—
I couldn’t stop staring.
She looked fragile. Soft. Too soft for this place. For me.
Her hands were small, but they held the baby with a strength that startled me.
Her eyes were swollen from crying, but still… still, she looked up every time he whimpered. Like she was wired to respond to pain. His pain.
A part of me wanted to scream at her. Throw her out. Remind her every hour that she didn’t belong here.
But another part—
Something deeper.
Darker.
It watched the gentle curve of her body as she leaned forward to adjust the blanket. The way her dupatta slipped from her shoulder, revealing the neckline of her kurta, clinging to the swell of her chest—
I looked away.
Then looked again.
My throat dried.
My palms curled into fists.
It wasn’t lust. Not just that.
It was hunger.
Not the kind that could be fed with food or women or money.
It was something ancient Something that made my jaw clench and my steps retreat before I did something I’d regret.
What the hell was wrong with me?
She was the enemy.
A suspect.
Barely twenty.
And still, I kept going back to that room.
Kept watching her when she didn’t know I was there.
And every time I saw her holding that baby… something inside me cracked open.
Not love.
Not yet.
Just confusion. Obsession.
Need.
And fear that I didn’t know where this would end.
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