he never believed in love, she never understood love what happens when they're put together by the destiny?
Rudraksh Malhotra is one of the top youngest businessman in India. Ruthless, arrogant, ambitious, fierce. Workaholic by nature. He gets ever...
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SHIVANI'S POV
As I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress for the umpteenth time, I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today is the day I’ve been dreaming about for years. My book, my labor of love, is finally complete, and I’m meeting with publishers to finalize it.
"You look absolutely gorgeous," Rudra says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He plants a kiss on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Thank you," I say, looking at our reflection in the mirror. "But I'm so nervous. What if they don't like it?" I glance over at Rudra through the mirror, his eyes filled with pride, "You’re going to be amazing," he says, his voice steady and comforting. "Don’t stress. Face your fears, and show them what you’ve got. You can do it, baby."
"You want me to accompany you?" He asks me kissing my neck I sigh and tilt my face to give him more access. "No" I rasp, I can feel his breath against my skin, his chest pressed against my back. It's comforting.
"I have to do this on my own." I say.
"That's my girl." He kisses my cheek, I can feel the weight of his words settle on me, a mix of pride and nerves fluttering in my stomach. I smile at him, feeling a little less anxious with his encouragement.
"I have come so far, haven't I?" I whisper, He looks at me, his eyes soft, "you have and I am so proud of you." I turn around, "Thank you," I murmur, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his chest. "I don't think I would have gotten this far without you."
"Nope, you're strong. You would have figured something out." He says pressing his lips to my temple. He doesn't understand how much I needed him, this family to break free, to even understand the true meaning of freedom.
"Do you think I will be able to take it if they reject my book?" I ask, dreading that situation. He takes my hand in his, squeezing it gently. "You’ve poured your heart and soul into this book. That passion and dedication will shine through. Believe in yourself meri jaan.". He adds, "And, at least you're trying darling. And I am very proud of you for that." I smile at him.
I take a deep breath, absorbing Rudra’s warmth and support. His presence is a steady anchor in the sea of my swirling emotions. “Alright,” I say, pulling back and giving him a determined smile. “Time to go.”
Rudra watches me with an affectionate look as I grab my bag and head towards the living room. My family is gathered there, their faces lighting up as I enter.
"Shivani, come here, beta," Dadaji calls, his eyes twinkling with pride. I walk over, and he places his hand on my head in blessing. "All the best." He says, I can't help but think, if they ever find out about the content of the book, they're going to be so embarrassed realising this is what they gave me their blessing for. I feel heat rise up my neck.
