His sukoon : His junoon

24

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Isha woke up feeling an unfamiliar softness surrounding her. She snuggled deeper into the mattress, a contented sigh escaping her lips. The airplane ride had been exhausting, and the lingering effects of plane sickness made her feel slightly disoriented. She slowly opened her eyes, expecting to find herself alone, but instead, she was met with the intense gaze of Rudransh, sitting on the sofa with his laptop. His focus was entirely on her.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she realized the intimacy of the situation. She quickly closed her eyes again, hoping to escape the weight of his stare. But then, a sudden realization hit her—it was his room, which meant it was his bed too. Panic surged through her as she bolted upright, not daring to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, hastily trying to get out of bed.

Rudransh was beside her in an instant, his hand firmly but gently gripping her arm. "Don't put pressure on your leg," he said, his voice a mix of authority and concern. Isha's heart pounded in her chest, not just from the sudden movement but from the proximity of him, the way his hand steadied her, the way his presence seemed to envelop her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, feeling small under his intense gaze. He guided her back to the bed, his touch lingering as if reluctant to let go. Without a word, he picked up his phone and made a quick call. Moments later, there was a knock at the door. Isha looked up, still avoiding his eyes, as she heard a unfamiliar voice.

Janhvi peeked into the room, a sheepish smile on her face. She entered hesitantly, carrying a bowl of something that smelled sweet. Isha recognized her from the event, and despite the situation, she managed to murmur a quiet "thank you." Janhvi, however, seemed more focused on the hand that had held hers, but a sharp glare from Rudransh sent her scurrying out of the room.

Downstairs, Janhvi couldn't contain her giggles as she plopped down next to her parents on the sofa. "Bhai sa is whipped!" she whispered conspiratorially, the laughter bubbling up again. Her parents exchanged puzzled looks, then Mayank sighed and turned to Maya. "Rudransh was rude to me earlier," he grumbled, still grumpy from the dinner table confrontation.

Maya raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, unlike someone, he didn't put a gun on the father's head when they refused to marry their daughter off to him," she retorted, her tone teasing.

Mayank leaned his head on her shoulder, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. "It's not like I wouldn't have agreed eventually. I just wanted to test him. But your father was stubborn, refusing to let you marry me." Maya chuckled softly, brushing off his words with a gentle pat on his cheek.

All the guests were already in their respective rooms as it was night already. Janhvi got up smiling and yawned saying a quick good night to her parents ran away. The couple also soon went to sleep.

Upstairs, in Rudransh's room, Isha finished the soup, the warmth of it soothing her nerves. The sweet taste lingered on her tongue, comforting the pain but not overwhelming. She carefully took the dishes in her hands, intending to take them to the kitchen. But before she could even take a step, Rudransh's voice cut through the silence.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his tone cold and authorative.

"I'm just going to put these in the kitchen," she replied quietly, trying to avoid his gaze. But he was already by her side, taking the dishes from her hands. His touch was gentle, yet his presence commanded the space around them.

"Leave it," he said firmly. "Go back to the bed and sleep."

Isha hesitated, her eyes darting away from his intense gaze. "But... where will you sleep?" she asked, the concern in her voice evident.

"I don't sleep much at night," he replied, his voice softening slightly. "I'll be on the sofa. You need to rest, or you'll hurt you wounds."

Isha bit her lip, feeling guilty for taking up his space. "Can I sleep in the guest room instead?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rudransh's expression didn't change as he lied effortlessly. "It's not clean yet."

Her brows furrowed in confusion, but she didn't push the matter further. Instead, she looked at the sofa, assessing its size. "Can I sleep on the sofa then? It's big enough for me."

Rudransh immediately shook his head, his protective instincts flaring up. But when she looked up at him with those wide, pleading doe eyes, he found himself relenting, his resolve crumbling in the face of her vulnerability. "Fine," he said gruffly.

Isha nodded, grateful, and carefully settled on the sofa. But as soon as she drifted off to sleep. Rudransh approached her quietly, watching her breathe softly, her face peaceful in sleep. Gently, he scooped her up into his arms, her small form fitting perfectly against his chest. She stirred slightly but didn't wake as he laid her back on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.

He sat back on the sofa and did some work but after some time he looked at her face and laid down on the sofa. Tracing her each feature he watched at how she softly breath in and out, she looked calm and he intended to keep it that way, this time he'll eliminate every pain of her. 

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Next morning

Isha woke up, finding herself on the bed, the sheets soft and warm around her. The room was empty, and she frowned, trying to remember how she ended up back on the bed. Her last memory was of curling up on the sofa. Not wanting to dwell on it, she hesitated for a moment before deciding to use the washroom.

Just as she was about to move, a knock sounded at the door. She opened it slightly, feeling a bit shy. A servant stood there, her head respectfully bowed. "Rana sa ne kaha hai ki aap fresh ho jayein" the maid said softly. "Zaroori saamaan bathroom mein rakh diya gaya hai. Vo abhi bahar gye hai thodi der me aa jaenge."

Isha mumbled a quiet "thank you, aunty," which made the maid look up, startled. "Aap hamari hone wali Rani Sa hai," the maid responded with a mix of awe and respect. "Aap hume aise na bulae."

Isha blushed, unable to respond properly because of the sharp pain in her mouth, especially in the morning. Speaking even a little caused discomfort. She nodded in acknowledgment and closed the door gently as the servant left.

After freshening up and numbing the pain in her mouth with the provided medicine, Isha stepped out of the bathroom. She was dressed in a simple suit the maid had laid out for her. As she walked down the long corridor, she finally found a grand staircase leading downstairs.

Taking a deep breath, she started down the stairs, but she quickly noticed the silence. The hall, which was previously filled with chatter, had gone quiet. She felt a hundred eyes on her, making her self-conscious. Embarrassed by the attention, Isha quickened her pace, her steps hurrying towards Ishaan, who was sitting on a sofa in the living room.

But as she moved faster, the sharp pain from her wounds stretched painfully, causing her to wince and slow down. The stares continued, making her feel like she was under a spotlight. She couldn't understand why everyone was looking at her like this.

Ishaan noticed her discomfort and immediately got up, helping her sit on the sofa beside him. "Why is everyone staring at me like this?" Isha asked in a whisper, her voice tinged with confusion.

Ishaan looked at her with a knowing smile, though concern flickered in his eyes. "Rana Sa already declared that he's going to marry you."

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Let's all prepare for the wedding now, do we?

I am getting better and hope to post on insta the notice soon as the previous one gotten deleted.

I hope I didn't took to long to come for wedding did I ? It's just 24 and might take a few of episodes more.

That's all for today tho.

Bye, love you all from the bottom of my heart.