Tangled souls: a tale of love, loss, reunion

Ch 8 A NIGHT

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Amaira’s POV

The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting soft shadows on the walls.

Yashika’s gentle breathing indicated she had fallen asleep, but sleep was elusive for me.

The events of the evening replayed in my mind, and the comfort I had felt earlier was now clouded by a lingering anxiety. I found myself questioning everything—especially Rudransh's actions.

I remembered Yashika mentioning that Rudransh wasn’t particularly fond of movies and had never been much of a fan.

The revelation surprised me. Did he watch the movie for my sake? I felt a twinge of curiosity mixed with gratitude.

The thought of him doing something he didn't enjoy just to make me feel better was both touching and perplexing.

Restless, I decided to get some water. My throat felt parched, and the quiet of the night made the idea of a late-night kitchen visit seem comforting.

I slipped out of the room quietly, careful not to disturb Yashika.

The hallway was dark and silent, the only sounds being the soft creak of the floorboards beneath my feet.

As I reached the kitchen, I pulled open the refrigerator door and retrieved a bottle of water.

Just as I was about to turn around, I noticed a shadow moving closer. My heart raced, and I instinctively stepped back, preparing to call out for help.

But before I could make a sound, a hand gently covered my mouth. I tensed, but then I heard a familiar, soothing voice.

“Shh, it’s just me,” Rudransh whispered.

Relief flooded through me as I recognized him. I removed his hand from my mouth and looked up into his concerned eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I was just getting some water.”

He nodded, understanding. “Let’s go outside. It might help to get some fresh air.”

I followed him silently as he led me to the terrace.

The night air was cool and refreshing.

We settled on a swing that overlooked the city lights, the quiet of the night providing a tranquil backdrop to our conversation.

Rudransh started talking about his life, sharing stories and experiences that revealed a softer side of him.

His words flowed easily, and I found myself opening up in return.

We talked about our families, our dreams, and our fears.

The conversation was soothing, and for a while, the weight of the evening’s events seemed to lift.

As the night wore on, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The combination of our deep conversation and the emotional strain from earlier had left me feeling drained.

Rudransh noticed my drooping eyes and gently urged me to rest. “You should try to get some sleep,” he said softly.

I nodded, feeling a sense of safety in his presence. Soon, I found myself drifting off, the night’s worries slowly fading away.

Rudransh’s POV

I was on the phone with Abhishek, discussing the investigation, when I heard the faintest of footsteps coming from the hallway.

Curious and concerned, I moved towards the kitchen. As I entered, I saw Amaira standing there, a bottle of water in hand.

She looked startled when she saw me, and I quickly covered her mouth to prevent her from making any noise.

Her wide eyes met mine, and I gently removed my hand.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my tone filled with concern.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she replied softly.

“I was just getting some water.”

I could see the unease in her expression, and I felt a pang of empathy.

“Come on, let’s go to the terrace,” I suggested. “A change of scenery might help.”

We made our way to the terrace, and I led her to the swing.

We sat together, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the warmth of the indoors. I tried to keep the conversation light, but Amaira seemed to appreciate the distraction.

We spoke about various topics—our lives, our interests, and our experiences.

It was a pleasant and intimate conversation that brought us closer.

As the hours passed, I noticed that Amaira’s eyelids were growing heavy.

I could tell she was tired, and it was clear that the events of the evening had taken a toll on her.

When she finally fell asleep against my shoulder, I gently lifted her into my arms and carried her back to my room.

I placed her carefully on my bed, making sure she was comfortable.

She instinctively reached out and grasped my hand as she slept.

Rather than disturbing her, I decided to sit on the floor beside her, ensuring she remained undisturbed.

The night was quiet, and I eventually fell asleep there, my hand still clasped in hers.

Amaira’s POV

I woke up feeling a bit disoriented.

The softness of the bed beneath me and the warmth of the blanket were comforting, but my immediate concern was Rudransh.

I turned and saw him sleeping on the floor beside the bed, his hand still holding mine.

A wave of guilt washed over me.

He had stayed by my side all night, and I was touched by his dedication.

I gently shook him awake. “Rudransh, wake up. Good morning.”

He stirred, his eyes slowly opening. “Morning,” he replied, a sleepy smile on his face. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m better, thanks to you,” I said, feeling a bit self-conscious. “I need to freshen up.”

He nodded and got up, stretching his arms.

“The bathroom is through that door. I’ll wait for you here.”

After I freshened up, we headed downstairs for breakfast.

Rudransh’s father was already at the table, and he greeted me warmly.

"Good morning, Amaira. How are you feeling today?”

I smiled gratefully.

“I’m feeling much better, thank you.”

Rudransh’s Chachi, ever the caring host, made sure my plate was overflowing with a variety of delicious dishes.

“You need to eat more, dear. It’s important for your recovery.”

I laughed softly, appreciating her concern. “I’ll make sure to enjoy every bite.”

As we finished breakfast, Rudransh’s father mentioned that he would drop me off at home.

It was a thoughtful gesture, and I was grateful for the support. Rudransh and I left the house together, and the drive to my home was filled with light conversation and shared smiles.

The events of the past few days had been overwhelming, but the kindness and support from Rudransh and his family had been a beacon of comfort. As we arrived at my home, I felt a sense of gratitude and hope.

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