His sukoon : His junoon

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The line of guards marched into the airport with precision, their formation flawless as they approached the plane that had just landed. Each guard stood at attention near the entrance, ready to welcome their king. Their eyes, cold and calculating behind dark sunglasses, scanned the surroundings for any possible threats. As they straightened their backs further, their focus shifted to the exit of the plane, where they spotted their king, Rudransh, standing tall and commanding. But then, to their surprise, he turned back inside the plane, his eyes searching for something or someone behind him.

Rudransh re-entered the plane, his eyes immediately finding Isha, who was fumbling with her seatbelt. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her, his woman who, at this moment, reminded him of a helpless little rabbit. The sight softened something inside him, a feeling he wasn't used to but was quickly growing fond of. As Isha sensed his presence, she looked up, her eyes meeting his. For a moment, time seemed to stop as they gazed at each other, neither able to look away. There was a warmth in his eyes, a silent reassurance that made her heart skip a beat.

From a distance, Ishaan observed the scene, scrunching his nose at their overt display of affection. "Lovey-dovey," he muttered under his breath, clearly unimpressed. Vittoro, standing nearby, couldn't help but smile at Ishaan's reaction, finding it endearing how much Ishaan resembled a small, irritated squirrel at that moment.

"What's the matter?" Vittoro asked, curious about what was bothering him.

With a sigh, Ishaan replied, "I just don't know when my man will come and sweep me off my feet like that." His tone was playful.

Vittoro's heart clenched slightly at the comment. "Is there someone you like?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

Ishaan, without missing a beat, answered, "I have a huge crush on Kim Namjoon." Vittoro's mood darkened momentarily at the mention of him having crush on another man. A flicker of jealousy ignited within him, though he quickly tried to hide it. 

Trying to hide his feelings, Vittoro watched as Ishaan walked away with a pout, and he silently followed him, his mind still grappling with the new information.

Meanwhile, Isha, back on the plane, was still struggling with the seatbelt when it suddenly clicked open on its own. She stared at it, her brows furrowed in confusion. How had it opened by itself? Before she could ponder further, Rudransh shook his head slightly and returned to his usual stoic expression.

Before Isha could react, Rudransh scooped her up into his arms effortlessly. She let out a small yelp of surprise, immediately protesting, "Please, let me go. I can walk."

But Rudransh, with his usual calm authority, replied, "Someone scratched their leg near the wound, and the doctor forbade them from putting too much pressure on it until it heals." His tone left no room for argument.

Embarrassed, Isha looked away, ashamed of her earlier actions. She hadn't meant to cause any trouble, but here she was, being carried like a child because of her own carelessness. Rudransh, however, didn't seem to mind at all. As he carried her outside the plane, the guards waiting at the entrance were visibly shocked. None of them had ever seen their boss, the fearsome and aloof Rudransh, so close to a woman—let alone carrying one in his arms.

As Rudransh descended the stairs with Isha in his arms, the guards all bowed deeply in respect. Isha, too embarrassed to face anyone, hid her face in Rudransh's chest, trying to make herself as small as possible. She didn't want anyone to see her, especially not like this.