You Are My Obsession Till Eternity

chapter-35

Aurthor's pov,

The next day, the soft morning light streamed through the curtains as Pihu woke up, her mind still clouded with the events of the previous night. Rudra, who had been keeping a watchful eye on her from the sofa in the room, was already aware of her movements.

As she attempted to get out of bed, Rudra's deep voice cut through the air."Trying to escape again, Pearl?" he said, his tone a blend of amusement and authority. Pihu froze, caught off guard.

The weight of her recent experiences pressed upon her, causing her pulse to hammer against her ribs, and tears escaped her eyes. Fear surged as she heard his voice. She looked towards him, and her heart thumped against her ribcage as she gazed at Rudra's blank expression.

Pihu tried to say something, but it felt like she didn't know how to express herself as Rudra started coming towards her. Rudra stood in front of her, and there was only a little space between them, almost touching each other. As he looked down and asked her, his voice held an edge, "I asked something, Pihu."

"I..." Pihu stammered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I just woke up. I didn't... I wasn't trying to escape again." Her voice trembled, barely a whisper in the silence.

Rudra's gaze bore into her, unyielding. Despite her attempt to slip past him, her sprained leg betrayed her. A squeak of imbalance escaped her lips, and in an instant, she grasped Rudra's arm for support.

Rudra, his expression softening, caught her in his arms with a silent understanding. Without a word, he carried her towards the bathroom and gently placed her near the tub. "Call me when you're done," he instructed.

Upon returning, limping from her injury, Rudra sighed, a subtle expression of exasperation on his face. "I told you to call me when you are done," he reminded her, lifting her into his arms and gently placing her on the bed.

As he fetched a spray and medicine, Pihu braced herself for the expected reprimand.To her surprise, Rudra approached with care, a departure from his usual demeanor. He took her sprained legs onto his lap, applying the medicine to her ankle with a gentle touch. The room, usually fraught with tension, now seemed to exhale a momentary peace.

As Rudra continued tending to Pihu's injured ankle, an unexpected silence settled in the room. The rhythmic sound of the spray and the gentle touch of Rudra's hands on her skin created a strangely calming atmosphere. Pihu, still unsure of what to make of this unexpected care, dared a glance at Rudra's face. His usual stern expression had softened, replaced by a focused yet gentle demeanor.

When he finished applying the medicine, Rudra looked up, catching Pihu's gaze. "Better?" he asked, the concern in his voice contrasting with his typically stern tone.

Pihu nodded, unsure of how to respond. The air felt charged with an unspoken tension, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Rudra's actions than met the eye.Then, Pihu's eyes caught a sight of red staining Rudra's white shirt.

Concern flashed across her face, and she pointed hesitantly, "Umm, Rudra, your shirt."Rudra followed her gaze and noticed that the gunshot wound on his arm had reopened when he lifted her. He glanced down at the red stain spreading across his shirt, he dismissed by saying "It's nothing."

Pihu, concerned, insisted, "But you are hurt. Let me call a maid. She can bring a doctor."Rudra, in his usual nonchalant manner, replied, "It's not needed. It's just a gunshot. I already checked with the doctor. It just needs redressing."

Hesitating, Pihu asked, "Did you get injured last night when fighting?" She avoided recounting the gruesome scenes from the night before, not wanting to relive the horror.Rudra remained silent, leaving Pihu with unanswered questions.