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As the restroom door slammed shut, Rudrakansh forcefully ushered Isha inside one of the stalls, ignoring her protests. He locked the door and pressed her against it, gripping her wrists firmly. Breathing heavily, Isha felt a mixture of shock and fear as Rudrakansh loomed over her.
She attempted to speak, but Rudra's stern interruption cut her off. "Don't, Isha. Not now" he commanded, his tone laced with exhaustion and frustration. "I don't need your explanations. What I need is for you to answer me and listen to what I have to say" he declared firmly, his voice resonating with authority and barely contained rage.
Isha nodded in silence, unable to find her voice as Rudra confronted her. His piercing gaze bore into hers, demanding answers. "Why did you sneak out without informing me?" he pressed, his tone firm and unwavering.
Isha felt a surge of fear coursing through her veins, rendering her speechless. Despite his intensity, she struggled to articulate a coherent response, her mind clouded with guilt and apprehension.
Feeling her silence and seeing her tears, Rudrakansh gently released her wrists and drew her close, encircling her waist with his arms. His warm breath brushed against her neck as he held her, his touch offering both reassurance and solace.
Isha couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to speak. Sensing her distress, Rudrakansh pressed a tender kiss to her head, his voice soft and comforting. "I won't say anything, my love. Look up" he murmured, his tone filled with understanding.
Despite his initial anger, he couldn't bear to see her in tears. She was his priority, the most precious person in his life, and he couldn't let their disagreement overshadow their bond.
Standing between her parted legs, Rudrakansh drew her close, the heat of his body radiating against hers as he leaned in.
He held Isha's gaze for a moment longer, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions - love, concern, and a lingering trace of disappointment. With a soft yet firm tone, he began, "Isha, you know you're my priority. Your safety, your well-being, they're my responsibility." His voice carried a weight of sincerity, each word spoken with a sense of duty that underscored his commitment to her.
Isha nodded, her own eyes mirroring his sincerity as she listened attentively. She understood the gravity of his words, the depth of his care for her, yet she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that lingered within her.
"But Isha" Rudrakansh continued, his voice softening with a hint of resignation, "you have to understand that your actions, they affect me too. I trust you, but I need you to trust me enough to confide in me, to let me know when something's bothering you."
His words hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding amidst the unspoken tension that lingered between them. Sensing that the conversation had reached its natural conclusion, Rudrakansh placed a gentle hand on Isha's shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze before stepping back.
