His sukoon : His junoon

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Ishaan stepped out of Isha's ward, his mind heavy with guilt and worry. He trusted Rudransh to protect Isha, but the weight of what had happened was overwhelming. Needing a moment alone, he headed to the washroom.

As he splashed cold water on his face, the emotions he had been holding back finally broke free. Tears mixed with the water running down his cheeks, and he began to cry, his sobs echoing softly in the empty room. He blamed himself for Isha's condition, feeling that if he had gone home with her instead of returning to the office, none of this would have happened.

Unbeknownst to Ishaan, Vittorio had followed him, concerned for the young man's well-being. Hearing the sound of crying, Vittorio quietly entered the washroom and found Ishaan hunched over the sink, his body shaking with grief.

Without a word, Vittorio approached him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Ishaan flinched slightly but didn't pull away, too consumed by his sorrow.

"It's not your fault," Vittorio said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "You couldn't have known this would happen. She's strong, and she'll get through this."

Ishaan looked up, surprised to see Vittorio. He recognized him vaguely, recalling their brief encounter at a wedding. But in that moment, he didn't care who the man was—he just needed someone to tell him it wasn't his fault.

Vittorio gently turned Ishaan toward him, looking into his tear-streaked face. "You did everything you could, Ishaan. Blaming yourself won't help Isha. What she needs now is for you to stay strong, for her."

Ishaan nodded, wiping his eyes. "I just... I should have been there," he whispered, his voice breaking.

Vittorio pulled him into a comforting embrace, holding him as he continued to cry. "She knows you care. And she's in the best hands now."

Ishaan let out a shuddering breath, finding a small measure of solace in Vittorio's words. The guilt would take time to fade, but in that moment, he felt a bit of the burden lift from his shoulders.

As Vittorio held Ishaan in his arms, a fierce protectiveness surged through him. The sight of Ishaan's tears stirred something deep within, and a silent vow formed in his mind: I will never let you shed another tear, not while I'm here. You deserve nothing but happiness, and I'll make sure of it, no matter what.

He tightened his embrace, the resolve in his heart growing stronger with each passing second. Almost instinctively, Vittorio leaned down and pressed a gentle, almost imperceptible kiss to Ishaan's forehead—a gesture so subtle and tender, yet charged with the depth of his unspoken promise.

Ishaan stiffened slightly in surprise, pulling back just enough to look up at Vittorio with wide eyes. The older man's expression was calm, but the intensity in his gaze spoke volumes. Ishaan wasn't sure what to make of the sudden, unexpected gesture, but the warmth of it lingered, easing the sorrow that had gripped him moments before.

For a brief moment, they just stood there, Vittorio's hands still resting on Ishaan's shoulders, a protective force he hadn't known he needed.

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Isha slowly opened her eyes, wincing at the pain in her abdomen. As her vision cleared, she was shocked to see Rudransh sitting by her side, his intense gaze fixed on her. Why is he here? she wondered, trying to make sense of it. He was supposed to be abroad, busy with his empire. Surely, he couldn't have come just for her.

What about her mother. Where is she? Is she also here. Her eyes looks around in panick but before she could dwell on the thought, Rudransh leaned closer, his voice gentle yet firm. "You're safe now, Isha," he said, his tone filled with an unexpected tenderness. "I won't let anything happen to you. Your mother will pay for what she did. I promise."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, not just because of the possessiveness in them, but because of the way he looked at her—as if she meant more to him than she ever realized. She struggled to understand how he knew about her mother, but then it clicked. Ishaan must have told him, she reasoned, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

Rudransh reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Rest now," he murmured. "You don't have to worry about anything. I'm here." His presence was overwhelming, yet it brought her a strange sense of comfort she hadn't expected.

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Isha sat on the edge of her hospital bed, her body trembling with a mix of pain and desperation. Her mouth throbbed from the injury, making each word a struggle. She had been pleading with Ishaan for what felt like hours, her eyes pleading for a sliver of mercy.

"Please, Ishaan," she said, her voice strained and hoarse. "I need to see her."

Ishaan paced back and forth, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. He was exhausted and overwhelmed, the weight of Isha's suffering taking its toll. He glanced at Rudransh, who stood silently in the corner, his expression unreadable but intense.

"It's not safe, Isha," Ishaan finally said, his voice breaking. "She's in jail, and you're still recovering. It's too risky."

"I know it's risky!" Isha's voice cracked, tears welling in her eyes. "But I need to see her. I need to confront her, to understand why she did this. Please, Ishaan, just let me go for a little while. I promise I won't stay long."

Rudransh stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Isha with a mix of concern and resolve. He approached Ishaan and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let her see her mother," he said softly but firmly. "It might give her some closure, and I'll ensure her safety."

Ishaan hesitated, looking from Isha's pleading eyes to Rudransh's determined face. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he relented. "Alright. But you have to promise me, Isha, that you'll be careful."

"I promise," Isha said, her voice filled with relief. She glanced at Rudransh, who gave her a reassuring nod.

With a heavy heart, Ishaan guided her out of the hospital room, Rudransh following closely behind. He guided her into his car Ishaan still standing on the hospital entrance wanting to go too but he is stopped by Rudransh who asks him to take a rest. Ishaan tries to argue but stops by the cold gaze of Rudransh.

They reaches the police station where everyone stopped confused as to why Rudransh Singh Rajput was here that too with a girl. They entered and told about meeting her mother. 

 The corridor felt long and cold, each step echoing Isha's anxiety. She was escorted to the jail where her mother was being held, her heart pounding with anticipation and dread.

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