"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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Rudra was driving the car at 20 speed as ruhanika was sleeping and he didn't want to wake her up due to bumpy roads. Even he cleared the way to her apartment to make sure there would be no horn noises from the vehicle.
He doesn't have the heart to ignore her after yesterday's argument but his ego betrays him. She puts the allegations of forcing him on her that triggered him. He can commit any crime in this world; murdering, threatening, torturing but disrespecting a woman was never in his list.
He was the man who had a mother and sister with him and he loved them so much. He believed in karma, what goes around that comes around as if he hurt a woman in future others will hurt his woman. Even his mother always teaches him to respect women as they are one who brought man into this world. It doesn't matter whose womb you came into this world, what matters is every woman has the right to be respected like Life is a garden, and while the seeds may sprout from different soils, each bloom carries its own beauty and fragrance; every woman, regardless of her roots, deserves the sunlight of respect.
He wanted to just fucking chop off their Dick's and licked off ruhanika's shoes but touching her even in apologize was not he can handle. He saw the group of boys dragged her into the car then he immediately called guards and followed the car.
He wanted to kill those guys who touched her. He knows he doesn't have any right to her but still he has a possession to protect her, cherish her and rip off every eye who can hurt her.
He was stunned looking at Ruhanika's state. The pink shirt that looked ravishing on her was not ripped off from her body, the lips which tainted with nude lipstick were now bleeding, cheeks which were looking apple due to blush had a mark of slap and her eyes which were fierce like fire were reflecting vulnerability and helplessness.
Her torn shirt hung like a tattered flag in a war-torn landscape, each rip a testament to battles fought and lost; her bleeding lips whispered stories of voiceless screams, while the shadows of her fear curled around her like a relentless storm, threatening to drown the last flicker of her spirit.
Something inside him shattered when she chose to speak the most wrong word for herself; Impure. She can be beautiful, Fierce, intelligent, ambitious, courageous, confident, determined but impure. her words pierced his heart, declaring her impurity, he shattered like fragile glass. In that moment of devastation, he realised that despite the ashes that surrounded him, in his eyes, she remained the purest sanctuary-an untouched oasis in a tumultuous landscape.
He stopped his car when they reached her apartment which was assigned by him as she heard from his Shivani sister in law telling about her problems living in the hostel. Shivani was very tensed then rudra being the best brother in law helped ruhanika indirectly as he knew she will not take any help from anybody especially him.
He looked towards her figure and he smiled looking at beauty beside him. She was a captivating twilight, blurring the edges of my reality, where the vibrant hues of resentment fade into the soft shadows of longing. As his gaze upon her, the world around him dissolves like a watercolour painting, colours bleeding together until nothing but her image remains-a bittersweet reminder that even the fiercest storms can give way to an unexpected dawn.
