𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 (#1: Billionaire's Love)

15• 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮

Dated: 22th April, 2024
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15 | Home Like Home |

Ridhit:

Things never work the way we plan. Do they? Things have happened to go so haywire that it had me stand wondering, what if(s). I was there, on the bed beside this girl. I never slept, and never felt need to since she has started to lay by me. She looked tired yet content today. There was a difference. A lot in fact. No, I'm not the kind of person who observes every single detail about that person.

But she had that small smile lingering over her lips, as she snuggled deeper into that bitchy soft toy I bought for her today. She is a snuggling person. Either her duvet, or her pillow, and now, this bitch. I wonder what will be the case when we...

I sighed, and rubbed palms over my face resting against the headboard. After we returned from the park, the atmosphere changed. She isn't someone who hums, but while returning, her feet were tapping along the rhythm of her hum. It denoted how content she was.

That reminds me of the other part of yesterday's evening. The dinner with her family.

You both are behaving as if she'll die tom..

My jaws clenched at the memory. That mere sentence had audacity to send shiver down my spines. I exhaled and picked up my phone from the side table and quickly sent a text to someone.

My gaze again fell on her. At the end of the day, I couldn't sleep. The difference lie here. It's weird how her mere has managed to get me an hour of sleep, when used to be zero otherwise.

Damn you Urvi Khatri. Every part of mine has been acquainted to you and your presence. And how, your existence in this house is the proof how different I'm getting. This isn't love. Because I don't know what love is. How it feels to feel for someone else more than anyone else.

Because nobody did the gesture she did for me in temple. No one had the widest smile at my every victory other than those twinkling pair of orbs that shone with pride.

She reminds me of my Maa

My gaze immediately fell to the picture on the side table. We were smiling, my mom's arms around me from back and me grinning with those twinkling eyes. I picked it up, and ran my thumb across it.

"You left me too soon Maa. You left me alone to fight those battles alone. Against my own people. Against my own will. Against everything I ones thought was beautiful. Why Maa? I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Every ounce of power I have today, yet I feel helpless for not being able to bring you back. This is where Ridhit Merhotra lost Maa..." Emotions clogged my throat.

"You aren't Ridhit." A mild whispered reached my ears, as she sat erect against the headboard and her hands reached to mine, getting hold of the picture in my hand.

She scooted near and rested her head over my shoulder, as she gazed into the picture, "She is so pretty." A disbelieving whisper escaped her mouth. I smiled slightly and nodded, "The prettiest woman." I said.

Her eyes came to mine, as her hold on my palms tightened, "Your Maa is proud of you."

"How do you know that?" I asked slowly, as she pulled herself away.

She smiled, "If not then Elite wouldn't be happening today. Somethings are beyond what we can control. There's always a well wisher above who adds onto our hard work and prayers."