Her name was on everyone's lips. Be it hate or love, Siya Malhotra's aura was captivating. She was such a beauty that people bow down to their knees. By profession, she is the famous actress and model who was the leading the industry by her work. S...
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Siya gasped and sat up. She covered her mouth with palm and asked, " your brother did what?"
Her voice came out as muffle. In response, Rudraksh shrugged his shoulders, " he killed our father."
Her eyes widened, not knowing why it was a normal case for him? Was he actually normal? Was he not human? Did he not feel bad killing his father?
" Your brother is scary," she whispered, moving her hand down.
He clicked his tongue and smirked with a hint of pride in it.
" Indeed he is, Doll. You would love to meet him."
She shook her head negatively, " I would not. What if he loses his senses and kills me?"
He laughed, " why would he even kill you?"
She frowned slightly when he again pulled her over himself then pecked the crown of her head.
" Mr. Jaisingh deserved that. He made my brother's life a living hell. He didn't have the right to make his own decisions. His life was worse than mine. He was tortured a lot. Hence, he surely lost his cool when they tried harming bhabhi."
She put her chin on his chest and asked, " he loves her a lot, no?"
He smiled and hummed, " so much."
She tilted her head slightly, " do you love someone?"
His eyes sparkled and curled as he felt the urge to smile like a child, wholeheartedly.
You!
He felt afraid to confess, knowing he would feel overwhelmed and this was not the right time.
She cupped his jaw and lifted her face up. He frowned as she pecked his lips.
" Calm yourself, doll."
She blushed and again put her head on his chest.
" Rudra?"
" Hmm,"
" Whatever I said to comfort you-"
" That you like me?"
He interrupted her and she nodded yes. Silence spread between them for a minute almost which she broke by speaking,
" Uhm, I...did not lie. I like you."
Oh, the way she blushed- he could depict this from her voice.
His heart fluttered hearing her confession. She was not supposed to feel this. He was not supposed to reciprocate the feeling either.
Both were trapped in a web called love, unaware and unplanned.
" What about you?"
She asked and he could sense she was getting nervous because she was fidgeting with his shirt button.
