The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Rudraksh stepped out of the washroom, a towel wrapped around his lower body. The cool morning air brushed against his damp skin as he ran a hand through his wet hair, his eyes instinctively drifting towards the bed. There, curled up under the blankets, was his daughter, Roohi.
As he gazed at her small, peaceful form, the memory of the previous night flooded back. It was the middle of the night when he had been roused by the sound of soft sobbing outside his room. For a moment, he had wondered if he was dreaming, but the cries continued, pulling him from his bed.
He had opened the door to find Roohi standing there, her tiny body trembling as she rubbed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. The moment she saw him, she had rushed forward, wrapping her small arms around his legs, clinging to him like a lifeline.
The unexpected hug had startled him, leaving him momentarily frozen. He wasn't used to such displays of affection, especially not from a child. Kneeling down to her level, he gently pried her arms from his legs and looked into her tear-streaked face.
"What's wrong, Roohi?" he had asked, his voice soft but unsure, as he tried to comfort her.
Roohi had sniffled, her voice barely a whisper as she mumbled, "Bad dream... Mama... I was scared."
For a moment, Rudraksh had felt an unfamiliar pang of emotion-something between pity and protectiveness. He wasn't sure how to handle a frightened child, but he knew he couldn't turn her away.
"Come on," he had said, awkwardly but gently. "You can stay with me tonight."
He had led her into his room and tucked her into his bed. As she curled up beside him, her small hand clutching the edge of his pillow, Rudraksh had laid there, wide awake, feeling the warmth of her presence beside him. It was a strange feeling, one he hadn't experienced before-a mixture of responsibility and a deeper, more profound connection to this little girl who was now his daughter.
Now, as he stood in the morning light, watching her sleep, he realized just how much his life had changed in such a short time. He wasn't sure what the future held, but for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of purpose beyond his empire.
Shaking off the lingering thoughts, Rudraksh turned back towards the closet to get dressed, knowing that the day ahead would be challenging, but also determined to make sure Roohi felt safe in this new world.
......................................................................The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Rudraksh stepped out of the washroom, a towel wrapped around his lower body. The cool morning air brushed against his damp skin as he ran a hand through his wet hair, his eyes instinctively drifting towards the bed. There, curled up under the blankets, was his daughter, Roohi.
As he gazed at her small, peaceful form, the memory of the previous night flooded back. It was the middle of the night when he had been roused by the sound of soft sobbing outside his room. For a moment, he had wondered if he was dreaming, but the cries continued, pulling him from his bed.
He had opened the door to find Roohi standing there, her tiny body trembling as she rubbed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. The moment she saw him, she had rushed forward, wrapping her small arms around his legs, clinging to him like a lifeline.
The unexpected hug had startled him, leaving him momentarily frozen. He wasn't used to such displays of affection, especially not from a child. Kneeling down to her level, he gently pried her arms from his legs and looked into her tear-streaked face.
"What's wrong, Roohi?" he had asked, his voice soft but unsure, as he tried to comfort her.
Roohi had sniffled, her voice barely a whisper as she mumbled, "Bad dream... Mama... I was scared."
For a moment, Rudraksh had felt an unfamiliar pang of emotion-something between pity and protectiveness. He wasn't sure how to handle a frightened child, but he knew he couldn't turn her away.
"Come on," he had said, awkwardly but gently. "You can stay with me tonight."
He had led her into his room and tucked her into his bed. As she curled up beside him, her small hand clutching the edge of his pillow, Rudraksh had laid there, wide awake, feeling the warmth of her presence beside him. It was a strange feeling, one he hadn't experienced before-a mixture of responsibility and a deeper, more profound connection to this little girl who was now his daughter.
Now, as he stood in the morning light, watching her sleep, he realized just how much his life had changed in such a short time. He wasn't sure what the future held, but for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of purpose beyond his empire.
Shaking off the lingering thoughts, Rudraksh turned back towards the closet to get dressed, knowing that the day ahead would be challenging, but also determined to make sure Roohi felt safe in this new world.
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"Rudraksh Oberoi: A Tale of Power, Redemption, and Fatherhood"
General Fiction"Rudraksh Oberoi: A Tale of Power, Redemption, and Fatherhood" Rudraksh Oberoi is a name that commands respect and fear in equal measure. A formidable figure in both the business world and the underworld, he's known for his ruthless efficiency and i...