His sukoon : His junoon

21

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As the private jet soared through the clouds, Isha sat quietly, her thoughts a jumble of emotions. It had been two days since the incident at the police station, and everything felt like a blur. The constant rush of events had left her exhausted, and now they were on their way to Rajasthan. Despite being on the plane with Rudransh, she hadn't looked at him once. Her mind kept replaying the events of the past few days, and she felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

She knew Rudransh had been busy, likely dealing with the fallout from the media attention they had received. She couldn't help but think that he must be angry with her. After all, his name and reputation were being questioned because of her. The thought made her heart sink. She didn't want to be a burden to anyone, least of all to someone like Rudransh, who had worked so hard to build his empire.

As the silence between them grew heavier, Isha began to feel thirsty. She reached for the bottle of water beside her, her fingers trembling slightly as she unscrewed the cap. Just as she was about to take a sip, Rudransh's hand suddenly covered hers, stopping her. Startled, she looked up briefly, but her eyes quickly dropped back down, unable to meet his intense gaze.

Rudransh gently took the bottle from her, carefully placing a straw into it. Without saying a word, he brought the bottle closer to her lips, silently urging her to drink. Isha hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She had always been independent, and the idea of someone else taking care of her like this felt foreign and uncomfortable. Yet, there was something in the way Rudransh handled her that made her heart skip a beat.

Reluctantly, she took a sip, her eyes still avoiding his. She could feel his gaze on her, as if he was trying to communicate something she couldn't quite understand. The silence between them felt thick with unspoken words, but neither of them broke it.

At the other end of the cabin, Ishaan was sitting with a small pout on his face. As Isha's closest friend and someone who saw her as a sister, he was determined to be there for her, even in this strange, unexpected situation. He glanced around the luxurious interior of the jet, trying to distract himself from the awkwardness of the situation. Next to him sat Vittoro, who was struggling not to smile at Ishaan's adorably pouty expression.

"When will we reach Rajasthan?" Ishaan asked, breaking the silence.

Vittoro, who had been lost in his thoughts while admiring Ishaan's lips, was caught off guard. Without thinking, he blurted out, "They're pretty."

Ishaan blinked in confusion. "What's pretty?"

Realizing what he had just said, Vittoro's eyes widened in horror. He quickly looked away, his face heating up with embarrassment. Ishaan followed his gaze, only to realize that Vittoro had been staring at his lips. A deep blush spread across Ishaan's cheeks as the realization dawned on him.

Both men turned their heads away from each other, desperately trying to hide their embarrassment. Ishaan's heart was pounding in his chest, and he tried to calm himself by focusing on something else. He fumbled for his headphones, putting them on and pretending to sleep to avoid any further awkwardness. He didn't dare glance at Vittoro again, afraid that he might say something even more embarrassing.

But despite his best efforts to appear calm, Ishaan couldn't stop the blush that lingered on his cheeks. He could still feel the warmth of Vittoro's gaze on him, and it made his heart flutter in a way that he wasn't used to. Vittoro, on the other hand, was doing his best to maintain his composure, but he couldn't help sneaking glances at Ishaan every now and then.

The ruthless, heartless man that the underworld feared was now blushing like a schoolboy, all because he had been caught admiring the person who had unknowingly captured his heart. Vittoro's thoughts were a mess, and he found himself wondering how someone as pure and innocent as Ishaan could have such an effect on him. He had spent years building a reputation as a cold and unfeeling enforcer, yet here he was, blushing because he had been caught complimenting someone he cared about.

Meanwhile, Isha sat quietly, her mind still racing with thoughts of Rudransh. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was angry with her, and it made her feel even more guilty. The weight of everything that had happened was pressing down on her, and she felt like she was suffocating under the pressure.

Rudransh, on the other hand, was dying for her to at least glance at him. He had been unable to take his eyes off her since the moment they had boarded the plane, but she refused to look at him. He could sense her distress, but he wasn't sure how to comfort her without scaring her away. His growing obsession with her was starting to worry him, but he couldn't help the way he felt. He wanted nothing more than to protect her, to keep her safe from everything that could hurt her.

As the flight continued, the tension in the cabin grew thicker. Vittoro and Ishaan remained in their awkward silence, both too embarrassed to speak, while Isha and Rudransh sat in their own bubble of unspoken emotions. The only sound was the soft hum of the plane's engines, a stark contrast to the storm of feelings swirling inside each of them.

Eventually, Ishaan couldn't take the silence anymore. He shifted in his seat, turning to Vittoro with a small, hesitant smile. "So, uh, how long until we land?"

Vittoro cleared his throat, glad for the distraction. "Not much longer now," he replied, his voice steady even though his heart was still racing.

Ishaan nodded, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He was still embarrassed about what had happened earlier, but he didn't want to let it ruin the rest of the flight. "Good," he said quietly. "I can't wait to get off this plane."

Vittoro smiled, feeling a sense of relief that the tension between them was starting to ease. "I know what you mean," he said. "It's been a long few days."

Ishaan chuckled softly, finally relaxing a little. "Yeah, it has."

As they continued to talk, the awkwardness between them began to dissipate. Vittoro found himself drawn to Ishaan's easygoing nature, and he couldn't help but admire the way Ishaan always seemed to find a way to lighten the mood. It was a rare gift, and Vittoro found himself wondering how someone like Ishaan had ended up in the dangerous world they lived in.

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 I don't actually have a lot to say today so Thanks for reading the chapter and being with me in this journey

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