His sukoon : His junoon

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Isha opened her eyes slowly, the bright lights of the hospital room piercing through her groggy state. Her head throbbed, and her mouth ached, the injury reminding her of everything that had happened. She tried to speak, but her tongue felt heavy, the pain too intense to even form a word. Glancing around, she noticed Ishaan, who was asleep on the small couch in the room. The sight of him, so worn out and worried, made her heart ache even more.

A nurse entered the room just then, catching sight of Isha's open eyes. "Ma'am, you're awake," she said softly, hurrying over to check her vitals. Ishaan stirred at the sound, his eyes blinking open in alarm. When he saw Isha awake, he rushed to her side, his concern evident in the way he gently took her hand.

The nurse finished her checks and left, leaving Isha and Ishaan in the heavy silence of the room. Ishaan's hand remained on hers, his grip tightening slightly as if he feared she might slip away again. His eyes were filled with so many unspoken words, and Isha could sense his inner turmoil.

She tried to ask him what was on his mind, but the pain in her mouth stopped her. Seeing her struggle, Ishaan leaned in closer, his voice a mix of worry and caution. "Isha, please, don't try to speak. You need to let your mouth heal."

Isha nodded weakly, her eyes downcast. They sat in silence for a moment, but the tension in the room was palpable. Ishaan seemed to be holding something back, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Isha, sensing his hesitation, reached for her phone with her free hand. She typed slowly, her fingers trembling slightly as she wrote her question: What happened?

Ishaan hesitated, then pulled out his own phone. He opened a video and handed it to her, his expression unreadable. Isha watched in silence as the video played. It showed Rudransh outside the police station, holding her in a bridal style as reporters swarmed around them. Her face was hidden in his embrace, but the scene was unmistakable. The Emperor of the business world, who had just returned from an important meeting, was cradling her as if she was the most precious thing in his life.

Isha's heart sank as she slowly handed the phone back to Ishaan. Her mind raced, guilt and confusion swirling together. She picked up her phone again, typing out another message with shaky hands: It's my fault Mr. Rudransh is facing this now. My mother spoke gibberish about our marriage, and now, because of the media and me, his reputation is in trouble.

Ishaan read the message, his brow furrowing in concern. "Isha, none of this is your fault," he said gently, though his own uncertainty was clear. "You didn't ask for any of this."

Isha shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She typed again, her distress evident in the way her hands trembled: But it is! If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be caught up in this mess. He's so important, and now... because of me...

Ishaan squeezed her hand, trying to offer comfort. "Rudransh is a powerful man, Isha. He knows what he's doing. If he's involved, it's because he wants to be. Don't blame yourself for his decisions."

But Isha couldn't shake the weight on her chest. She typed one last message, her fingers barely able to move from the exhaustion and emotional strain: I didn't want this for him. Now everything is happening because of me... and I don't know how to fix it.

Ishaan watched her, his heart breaking for his sister. He wished he could ease her burden, take away the pain that seemed to be crushing her spirit. But all he could do was hold her hand and try to be the support she so desperately needed. "We'll figure it out, Isha," he said softly, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his heart. "We'll get through this together."

Isha looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sadness. She nodded slowly, but deep down, she wasn't sure if anything would ever be the same again.

The hospital room was quiet when Rudransh entered, his presence immediately commanding attention. A few doctors followed behind him, with Vittorio close on his heels. The air seemed to thicken with the weight of unspoken words, and Isha felt her heart race as she sensed Rudransh's gaze on her. She couldn't bring herself to look up, the guilt too overwhelming, her eyes fixed on the sterile white sheets covering her.

Vittorio broke the silence, his voice calm but authoritative. "She can rest here for two days," he said, addressing the room, though his words were clearly meant for Rudransh. "After that, we'll take off to Rajasthan for the... marriage. The whole family is there."

Ishaan's head snapped up at this, his protective instincts flaring. He glanced at Isha, who still hadn't lifted her gaze, her shoulders hunched as if she were carrying the weight of the world. "Rudransh," Ishaan began cautiously, "you don't have to do anything. You're already in trouble because of us. This isn't your responsibility."

Vittorio, standing beside Rudransh, didn't respond to Ishaan's words. He simply nodded, as if acknowledging the concern but dismissing it all the same. "The flight details have been arranged," he reminded them, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Isha's mind raced, her thoughts spinning out of control. This is all happening because of me, she thought, her chest tightening with the weight of her guilt. She had unintentionally dragged Rudransh into this mess, a man who had spent years building his empire, his reputation. And now, all of that was in jeopardy just because of her. The thought made her stomach churn, her breath coming in shallow, unsteady gasps. She wanted to speak, to tell Rudransh that he didn't need to do this, that he shouldn't have to face any consequences because of her—but the words wouldn't come. Fear and guilt kept her silent, her gaze firmly on the floor.

Ishaan sighed, his shoulders slumping as he realized there was nothing more he could do. The inevitability of the situation weighed on him, a heavy burden he couldn't shake. The doctor stepped forward, checking Isha thoroughly, his movements brisk and efficient. After a moment, he turned to Rudransh, giving a slight nod. "She needs rest, but she should be fine to travel after that."

With that, they began to leave the room, Vittorio and the doctors moving out first. Rudransh lingered for a moment, his footsteps slow as he approached the door. He turned back briefly, his eyes softening as they landed on Isha. She was still looking down, lost in her own thoughts, unaware of his lingering gaze. His expression was unreadable, but there was a gentleness in his eyes, a silent reassurance that went unnoticed by her.

As he left, the room felt colder, emptier. Isha's thoughts remained a tangled mess of guilt and fear, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she had somehow entangled Rudransh in her troubled world.

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I told you things are cooking up and you all are ready for a big feast,

I just hope that I am not rushing things and you all are able to digest the story,

If yes then keep enjoying the story, and give lots of love to the couple 

That's all for today, Bye 

Love you all from the bottom of m heart.