Meet Yuvika Jaisingh -
Bubbly and a charming girl who brings a smile on everyone's face without even trying. Feisty yet so innocent, sarcastic yet so sweet, kind, stubborn and a ball full of sunshine. She sees the world differently yet so...
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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTᗴᖇ - XXXV
⚘ 𝑌𝑈𝑉𝐼𝐾𝐴 ⚘
The tension in the air was palpable as we prepared for an immediate departure from San Francisco. The security breaches had shaken us both, and Rudra's decision to fly back to India was swift and unwavering. I could sense the urgency in his every move. I could feel the tension radiating from Rudra, and it only heightened my own anxiety. We had to move fast.
"Pack your things, Yuvika," Rudra said, his voice firm but controlled. "We're leaving for India tonight. It's not safe here."
I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. My mind raced as I hurriedly gathered my belongings, the events of the past few days replaying in my head. The once exciting trip to San Francisco had turned into a nightmare, and I longed for the safety of home.
As I zipped up my suitcase, I glanced at Rudra. He was on the phone, his tone clipped and authoritative as he gave instructions to the security team. Despite the chaos, his composure never wavered. It was one of the things I admired about him, even if his aloofness sometimes made him seem distant.
"Yes, I want the jet ready in an hour," he commanded, ending the call with a sharp nod. He turned to me, his expression serious. "Our security team will escort us to the airport. Stay close to me, alright?"
"Alright," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. Despite my fear, I felt a sense of relief knowing we were heading back to the safety of the Agnihotri villa in Delhi. It was the safest place for us now.
After hurriedly packing my suitcase, I decided to freshen up. I knew the long flight ahead would be exhausting, and I wanted to feel somewhat composed. I opted for a simple yet elegant outfit—a light blue kurti with delicate silver embroidery paired with white leggings. It was comfortable for the journey and gave me a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos.
As I stood before the mirror, I tied my hair into a loose braid, letting a few strands frame my face.
Rudra, on the other hand, had already changed into a crisp white shirt and dark blue trousers. He exuded an air of authority and control, even in such a rushed situation. His hair was neatly styled, and his face clean-shaven, giving him a sharp, commanding presence. Despite his usual aloofness, I could see the concern etched on his face.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of urgency.
"Almost," I replied, slipping on a pair of comfortable flats. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Let's go."
We moved quickly through the hotel, our security team flanking us. The hotel staff had been discreetly informed of our sudden departure, and they ensured our exit was smooth and swift. As we stepped into the car, I could feel my heart racing. The city lights of San Francisco blurred past us, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind.
