Heartstrings : The tale of rathores

CHAPTER 2

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Author pov:

A month has passed since the award ceremony, and life has settled back into routine for the Rathores. The house is alive with the usual morning activity—the clatter of dishes, the soft murmur of voices, and the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. The maids move swiftly, preparing different dishes to suit each family member's preferences.

Kainaat stands at the center of it all, her focus entirely on preparing breakfast for her husband. It's a routine she's committed to since the early days of their marriage. Back then, she hadn't known his preferences and would unknowingly serve him dishes he didn't favor. He never complained, eating whatever she made, but when she discovered his true tastes, she quietly adapted. Now, every morning, she ensures his meal is just the way he likes it—a silent gesture of love in their otherwise quiet relationship.

Once the food is ready, she carries it to the dining table, serving him with the same careful attention. He acknowledges her with a slight nod, their eyes meeting briefly, sharing a moment of understanding without a word. After breakfast, the rest of the family quickly finishes their meals and heads out, each person rushing to their respective duties.

The house gradually empties, leaving just Kainaat and her husband. As they move towards the door, preparing to leave for the day, a calm silence surrounds them. They walk side by side towards their cars, the morning sun casting long shadows across the driveway. Just as they reach their vehicles, he pauses, turning to face her.

Without a word, he gently places a hand on her shoulder, his touch firm yet tender. She looks up at him, her heart catching in her throat as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. The gesture is brief but filled with meaning, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond they share—a bond built on small, unspoken acts of love.

Kainaat closes her eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch, feeling a deep sense of contentment. The kiss is his way of expressing what he cannot put into words, a silent promise that despite the quiet between them, their connection is strong and enduring.

He pulls back, his expression unchanged , but she can see the faintest glimmer of emotion in his eyes, reserved only for her. She smiles softly saying " Bye maan" a name only she had the right  to call him. They part ways, each heading to their respective cars.

Kainaat pov :

He does this every day, and it never fails to make my heart flutter. It's become a cherished part of our routine, yet each time it stirs something deep within me. Though he rarely speaks, his actions communicate what words cannot—a silent promise that has deepened my feelings for him over the past two years.

Without dwelling on the moment, I immersed myself in work, losing track of time until the afternoon. My Personal Assistant's voice broke through my concentration. "Ma'am, you have a meeting in 20 minutes." this is a very important meeting for me but it is not for my company it's for the shipments. 

Author pov :

Avyansh was driving Siya to the dance academy, the morning sun casting a warm glow through the car windows. As they pulled up to the entrance, he glanced at her with a mixture of affection and concern. "Butterfly, dhyan rakhna, thik hai?" he asked, his tone laced with genuine care.