RAHDIK ONESHOTS

11. Trust -1

Hardik sat cross-legged on the plush velvet couch, his thumbs dancing across the screen of his phone. The flickering blue light reflected in his eyes, casting eerie shadows on his sharply defined cheekbones. The grand mansion was unusually quiet, the vast hallways echoing only with the distant murmur of the night. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that usually filled the space when Rahul was around.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he mindlessly scrolled through his social media feed, looking for a spark of life in the sea of mundane posts.

The living room was a testament to their shared love for minimalism. The walls were adorned with sleek black-and-white photographs, capturing fleeting moments of their travels together. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the moonlit pool outside, its still surface a mirror to the cloudless sky.

A gentle breeze whispered through the open windows, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine from the garden. The grand piano in the corner remained silent, the ivory keys untouched by the usually nimble fingers of the absent music enthusiast, Rahul.

As the clock chimed the midnight hour, a notification popped up on Hardik's screen, interrupting the quiet solitude. It was Virat's Instagram story. Hardik's curiosity piqued, he tapped on the play button. The video was shaky, capturing a dimly lit room filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses.

The camera panned to a group of people, and there, in the center, was Rahul. His eyes were glazed over, a wide smile plastered on his face as he danced with a few unfamiliar girls. They were touching him playfully, and he was leaning into it, clearly tipsy. Hardik's thumb hovered over the screen, his heart racing.

The video ended abruptly, leaving Hardik with a sour taste in his mouth. He couldn't believe what he just saw. Rahul was in America for a business meeting, or so he thought. The sight of his boyfriend enjoying himself like that, with others touching him so intimately, sent a cold shiver down his spine.

He tossed his phone aside, his thoughts racing faster than the digital world he had just been lost in. He stood up, his legs wobbly, and walked over to the bar cart, pouring himself a stiff whiskey. The amber liquid burned a path down his throat, the warmth doing little to ease the chill that had settled in his bones.

The celebration of Rahul birthday was just around the corner, and now, the anticipation of Rahul's return was tainted with doubt. Hardik knew he had to be strong for the party. They had invited their families to the mansion, and the last thing he wanted was to ruin the day with accusations or a scene.

He took a deep breath, the aroma of the whiskey lingering in the air. With a steely resolve, he picked up his phone again, his mind racing with plans for a surprise that would surely make up for the trust he felt slipping away.

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After the cake, the party swelled with life once more. The dance floor filled up, and the music grew louder, the beat thumping through the mansion's walls. Hardik remained by Rahul's side, trying to ignore the whispers of doubt that had taken root in his mind. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, but Hardik couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about their rhythm.

"Is everything okay?" Rahul leaned in, his breath warm against Hardik's ear.

"Yeah, just a bit tired from all the preparations," Hardik replied, his voice tight.

Rahul pulled back, looking at him with concern. "You've been acting strange all night. Did I do something wrong?"

Hardik's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of regret or remorse. "No, it's not you. It's just... I had a weird day."

Rahul's brow furrowed, "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Hardik said, a little too quickly. "Just work stress, you know how it is."

The conversation was cut short as their families gathered around them, eager to capture the perfect moment. The flash of cameras blinded Hardik for a second, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the love in their families' faces.

For a brief moment, he allowed himself to believe that everything was fine, that the shadows of doubt were just figments of his overactive imagination.

As the night grew late and the last of the guests began to filter out, Hardik felt the weight of his decision pressing down on him. He took Rahul's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom, his heart thumping like a drum in his chest. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the pendant light casting shadows on the walls.

With a gentle tug, he removed Rahul's tie, his fingers trembling slightly. He tried to ignore the racing thoughts as he unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, revealing the taut muscles beneath. Rahul looked at him with confusion, a question in his eyes that went unspoken. Hardik took a deep breath, his mind racing with the need to confront and the fear of losing.

Once Rahul was down to his boxers, Hardik pulled out a set of handcuffs from the drawer. His voice was firm as he said, "You're going to tell me what you did."

Rahul's eyes widened, his body stiffening as he was pushed onto the bed. "What are you talking about?"

"The video," Hardik said, his voice low and controlled. "You dancing with those girls, letting them touch you like that."

Rahul looked genuinely confused. "It was just a party. I didn't mean anything by it."

The handcuffs clicked shut around Rahul's wrists, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. His eyes searched Hardik's, looking for an explanation, for a hint of understanding. But all he saw was a wall of insecurity and anger.

"This isn't about them," Hardik whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "It's about us. It's about the trust we have, or at least, what I thought we had."

Rahul's confusion turned to anger. "You're handcuffing me over a dance?"

Hardik sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving Rahul's. "It's not just a dance, Rahul. It's about the choices you make when you're not with me."

The silence stretched between them, taut as a bowstring ready to snap. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the only testament to the storm brewing beneath the surface.

Finally, Rahul spoke, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. "What do you want from me? "

"The truth," Hardik said, his voice a whisper. "I need to know that I can trust you."

The air was thick with tension as Rahul's eyes searched Hardik's, looking for any sign of the love that had brought them together. But all he saw was hurt and insecurity. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

"You can," he said finally. "I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you."

The words hung in the air, a declaration that seemed to shake the very foundations of their relationship. Hardik studied Rahul's face, looking for any sign of deceit. But all he saw was sincerity, the same sincerity that had captured his heart in the first place.

Slowly, he reached out and unlocked the handcuffs, his eyes never leaving Rahul's. As the metal fell away, so did the barriers between them. They lay there, their bodies entwined, the warmth of their skin a stark contrast to the coldness of the metal that had just bound them.

"I'm sorry," Hardik murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I just couldn't help but feel..."

Rahul silenced him with a kiss, deep and full of passion. "It's okay," he whispered. "We'll work through this."

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