"Rudra Malhotra naam toh suna hoga ?"
Rudra is the epitome of charisma-outgoing, charming, and unabashedly playful. He has an infectious laugh and a quick wit that makes him the life of the party. His flirty nature often leads to playful banter and...
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Ruhanika started crying and punching on his shoulder in anger. She was not angry at him but at her self control. Rudra, who was trying to calm her down as her breathing started getting heavy and eyes started filling with fresh tears.
"I hate you, rudra...I fucking hate you"
She started crying loudly and pushing him with more force.
"Rooh,calm down shhh"
He tried to hold her but she was continuously refusing him. He was not worried about her punches but she may get hurt due to constant anger.
"Ruhanika"
He shouted loudly near her ears, locking both hands behind her back with one hand and another to hold her cheeks firmly. He was breathing heavily as her, he wanted to shout back the same as her, he wanted to reciprocate hate you too to her but nothing came out of his mouth.
"Pagal ho gai ho ?"
( Have you gone mad ?)
He whispered yelled at her who was trying hard to swallow her hiccups and rears of shame. His gaze softened at her who was looking down.
"Masla kya hai rooh ?"
( What's your problem,rooh)
He gently let go of her hands from his hold and cupped her cheeks from both hands. His words added fuel to anger. She looked up sharply, gritting her teeth at him.
She wanted to melt down in his arms, she also wanted to feel those butterflies which died a long time ago. She also once lived like a normal happy human being with love but in the end she knew that all of these are just lies of the harsh world.
She doesn't want to push him but she doesn't have any reason to pull him towards her. She was the bitter lie while he was the sweet truth, she was the monster while he was the angel, she was the scary nightmare while he was the beautiful dream, she was the thorn paper which crushed under the baggage of her past while he was the fresh white sheet without any smear, she was the hell while he was the heaven and she was the illusion while he was the reality in the end it was not him and her but he vs her.
Ice and fire may sound beautiful together but in reality they can't be together. Fire gives the wound to people while ice heals it. Healer and wound giver can't be together.
Their relationship was building like fire and ice, a breathtaking dance of warmth and chill-each spark igniting a beauty that dazzles the senses. Yet, despite the allure of our contrasting flames and frost, they remain forever apart, destined to admire the brilliance from a distance, knowing that when they touch, only destruction follows.
The flames yearned to warm the heart, while the frost sought to preserve the soul; together they spun a tale of passion and chill, but in reality, they were destined to clash, leaving only shattered echoes of what could have been.
