His sukoon : His junoon

19

Sorry for being late, I had a stomach ache and was asleep for a long time.

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Isha stood outside the bars of her mother's jail cell, her posture rigid with a mix of frustration and despair. Her mother, sprawled on the floor inside the cell, barely stirred. The harsh fluorescent lights cast an unforgiving glare, illuminating the disheveled woman who had caused her so much pain. Rudransh had stepped away to speak with the inspector, but his presence still lingered heavily in the air, like an unspoken promise.

As Isha glanced back toward the cell, her thoughts were interrupted by Rudransh's return. His demeanor was unreadable, but there was a shadow of something dark and intense in his eyes—a dangerous blend of anger and something else. His gaze briefly flickered to Isha, and his thoughts immediately turned to the woman in the cell. A cold fire ignited within him, stoked by the sight of her mother's state and the pain inflicted on his beloved Isha.

Rudransh's heart, often shrouded in the ruthless cold of his underworld persona, found itself inexplicably warmed by his feelings for Isha. He couldn't help but think about how he would ensure her mother never found peace again. His thoughts were a tangled mess of obsessive love and calculated vengeance. The more he thought about Isha, the more the image of her mother in this sorry state only fueled his determination to protect her, to shield her from the darkness that her past harbored.

Inside the cell, Isha's mother stirred as Rudransh approached, her eyes finally focusing on the figure that had entered her grimy world. "Are you here to get me out?" she slurred, her voice rough and unsteady from alcohol and resentment.

Isha, standing outside the bars, took a deep breath, her expression a mask of forced calm. "Do you even feel a shred of guilt for what you did?" she asked, her voice devoid of emotion.

Her mother's response was a dismissive wave. "Guilt? Why should I? I've always been the one who's been wronged in this life."

Isha looked at her in disbelief but masked it well. There was no need to talk with her Isha realized that it was waste of her coming here.

Her gaze hardened, her resolve wavering. She turned to leave, but her mother's voice stopped her. "You can't just walk away."

Rudransh, having observed the exchange with a growing storm in his heart, stepped forward. He was furious at the sight of Isha's suffering and even more enraged by her mother's complete lack of remorse. The underboss in him saw her as a liability, but the man who was falling in love with Isha saw her as a threat to her happiness.

With a mocking smile, Isha's mother pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "Your father bought a house for us, but he couldn't finish paying for it before he died. It's still ours, or at least it was."

Isha's frown deepened. "That house isn't ours. He never told me about it."

Her mother's laughter was cruel. "He was going to tell you, but he died didn't he?. And now I have the papers."

"But he couldn't pay the installment you said so how?" Isha asked confused

"Pta nhi. Tuhara baap to sabka dulara tha na to de diya hoga unsab ne bheek me" Her mother spat mockingly.

Rudransh's jaw clenched as he listened. His thoughts darkened with fury. The more he heard, the clearer it became that he needed to do whatever it took to protect Isha. This woman, who had caused her so much pain, was now bargaining with something she had no right to claim.

Isha's anger flared. "You're not worthy of that house or his love."

Her mother's face twisted into a sneer. "And if you don't do what I want, I'll sell the house to pay off my debts. I've got buyers waiting."

Isha's eyes filled with tears, her mouth trembling as she tried to hold back a cry. "Please, don't ruin the last thing we have of him. I'll do anything."

Her mother's greed was palpable. "Marry Rudransh."

Isha's expression was one in disbelief "What"

"What, He's rich and powerful. who hasn't heard his name.  If you marry him, I'll have everything I want." Her mother spoke greedily.

The shock in Isha's eyes was unmistakable. "You can't be serious! Don't drag him into our mess."

Her mother was resolute. "It's him or the house. You decide."

Rudransh, who had been silently observing, stepped forward. His voice was calm, yet held an undertone of authority that commanded respect. "Isha, It's ok"

"No it's no--" She stopped in disbelief. Turning to him she looked down.

"Please go from here. my matter doesn't concern you, Sir" Her voice spoke which was tired from everything.

"It does, Mia Luce" His voice whispered.

Isha shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, you don't have to do this. I can handle it."

But Rudransh's resolve was unshakable. "I'll take care of everything. You don't have to worry."

As Isha's strength waned, Rudransh moved closer, holding her gently. Her mouth, already injured, began to bleed from the strain of her desperate pleas. He guided her out of the cell, his gaze briefly locking with her mother's. The greedy smile on her face only fueled his resolve.

Outside, Rudransh's smirk was faint but full of dark satisfaction. He knew he would never fulfill the demands of someone who had caused so much harm to the woman he was growing devoted to. He would make sure that her mother would regret ever crossing him and his woman.

He would show her the real hell which was made by him, which is ruled by him. The pain she inflicted on His woman will be give back to her with a force which will destroy her slowly and painfully. Pain so scary which will make her beg to him to kill her but he won't because she deserves to suffer.

 The swarm of reporters which have arrive upon his arrival crowded outside. Wondering what made The emperor of business world come back for when he was in an important meeting abroad.

Outside the police station, Rudransh lifts Isha in a bridal carry, feigning concern as she faints from stress. He knows the reporters are watching and plans to use this high-profile display to keep her in the public eye. But he hides her face in his chest not caring about the blood which was ruining his shirt and coat.

Right now all that mattered to him was to take his woman to the hospital and make sure she is alright.

Yes ,His woman , his soon to be Mrs. Isha Rudransh Singh Rajput.

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