His Rooh

24 | Her Realisation

Aruhi

The anger and hurt had been consuming me, a fire that wouldn't be quenched. I felt betrayed, blindsided by Rudraksh's secrets. I couldn’t understand why he would keep something so significant from me, and the pain of that realization was almost unbearable. Every time I looked at him, I saw the man I loved and the lies that had woven a barrier between us.

But everything changed the moment I saw him being shot. The memory of his blood-soaked shirt and the way he clutched his arm with that painful expression on his face replayed in my mind like a haunting refrain. The sight of him wounded, the fear that surged through me... it was in that terrifying moment I realized how deeply I was in love with him.

The past few days have been a whirlwind. Rudraksh is recovering, but the palace has been a constant hub of activity. Guards moving in and out, family members ensuring everything is secure, and amidst all this chaos, Rudraksh calling out for me for every little thing.

At first, it irritated me. I knew he was playing up his injury at times, using it as an excuse to have me close. He would call for water when the jug was right beside him or ask me to adjust his pillows repeatedly. But every time I saw him, pale and bandaged, the memory of him bleeding flashed before my eyes, and my irritation melted away.

Even though I knew he was acting sometimes, I couldn't deny him. I would see his bloodied shirt in my mind, the fear that gripped my heart in that moment, and I would go to him, helping him with whatever he needed. Each interaction, each small moment of care, drew us closer. We talked more, shared more. The barriers that once stood between us began to crumble.

There was one evening that stands out in particular. He was sitting in our room, the golden hues of the setting sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything. I was helping him with his bandages, trying to be as gentle as possible. Our conversation drifted from mundane topics to more personal ones, and he shared stories of his childhood, his dreams, his fears. I listened, captivated by this deeper glimpse into his soul.

As he spoke, I realized how much he trusted me, how much he needed me. And somewhere in those moments, amidst the laughter and the shared silence, I found myself healing too. The hurt and anger slowly transformed into understanding and compassion.

Every time he winced in pain, my heart ached for him. I couldn’t help but reach out, my fingers lightly brushing against his skin, offering whatever comfort I could. And he would look at me with those intense eyes, gratitude and something deeper shining through.

It’s been a few days now, and Rudraksh is much better. The chaos has somewhat subsided, and life is beginning to find a new rhythm. But our relationship has changed. We’ve grown closer, the bond between us strengthened by the trials we’ve faced. There’s a new understanding, a deeper connection that words can’t fully describe.

In the quiet moments, when it's just the two of us, I can see the love in his eyes, and I know he sees it in mine. We’re no longer just husband and wife bound by duty and tradition. We’re partners, united by love and the trials we’ve endured together.

The past few days have been a testament to our resilience, to our love that has withstood the test of pain and fear. As I sit beside him, my hand in his, I know that whatever comes our way, we will face it together. Our love, born out of struggle and fear, has emerged stronger and more profound than ever before. And every time I think of the depth of my feelings for him, I can't help but blush, the warmth of love spreading through me like a gentle flame.

Last night, as I sat beside him, I found myself staring at him while he slept. His face was peaceful, the lines of pain softened by sleep. My heart swelled with an overwhelming mix of emotions. This man, who had lied to protect me, who had taken a bullet for his people, who trusted me with his deepest fears – I loved him. Truly, deeply loved him. The realization made me blush, a warm flush creeping up my cheeks.