His Rooh

22 | His Truth

Aruhi

People say married life is filled with adjustments and compromises. They say it’s a constant push and pull, a balancing act of personal desires and shared responsibilities. But for me, married life has been nothing short of a blissful dream.

It’s been a month since Rudraksh and I got married, and not even for a moment have I felt like I didn’t belong here. The Shekhawat palace, which once seemed so vast and intimidating, now feels like home. My mornings start with the warmth of Rudraksh's smile, and my nights end with his comforting presence beside me. Every day, I find new reasons to fall in love with him.

I’ve resumed my job at the hospital, a decision that was met with full support from Rudraksh. Every morning, he makes sure to drop me off at work, and in the evening, he's there to pick me up. These daily drives have become our little ritual, a time for us to catch up and share our thoughts away from the prying eyes of the world. We've grown so much closer in this short span of time, and each day with him feels like a beautiful discovery.

His family has embraced me wholeheartedly. Kiara has become like an elder sister, always there with advice and support. We spend hours talking and laughing about everything under the sun. Rishiraj, with his quiet demeanor, has opened up to me in ways that touch my heart. We've had countless heart-to-heart conversations, and I’ve even learned that he has feelings for someone special. His gentle nature and genuine affection have made him one of my closest confidants.

Kiaan is, as always, the flirtatious charmer of the family, but beneath his playful exterior lies a heart of gold. His jovial spirit keeps everyone entertained, and he never fails to bring a smile to my face. Then there are Vikram and Neha, who are currently enjoying their honeymoon. I miss Neha’s infectious laughter and Vikram’s calming presence, but I’m happy knowing they are creating beautiful memories together.

As I sit in my cabin at the hospital, my mind wanders through these thoughts, a contented smile playing on my lips. The faint hum of the hospital surrounds me, but my heart is wrapped in the warmth of my memories.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes, pulling me out of my reverie. I glance at the screen to see a message notification. The sender is an unknown number.

"How’s married life treating you, Dr. Aruhi Shekhawat?" the message reads. "How does it feel to be married to someone who manipulated his family to get you?"

I frown, my heart skipping a beat. The words on the screen blur as I read them again, disbelief and confusion swirling within me. What did this mean? Who could have sent this? And what manipulation was the message referring to?

My hands tremble slightly as I type a quick response, "Who is this?"

But there is no immediate reply. The screen remains silent, offering no answers to the myriad questions now flooding my mind. I lean back in my chair, my thoughts racing.

I glance at the clock, realizing I still have a few hours before I’m off duty. The hospital's comforting hum now feels oppressive, and the walls of my cabin seem to close in around me.

As I try to focus on my work, the unsettling message keeps replaying in my mind, a shadow over the happiness I’ve known these past few weeks.

The phone pinged again, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled in my cabin. I glanced at the screen with apprehension, half-expecting it to be another message from the anonymous number. Sure enough, the notification revealed the same unknown sender.

My heart raced as I reluctantly unlocked my phone to read the message. The words stared back at me, mocking and unsettling: "You can ignore me, but you can't ignore the truth. You're living a lie, Aruhi."