he never believed in love, she never understood love what happens when they're put together by the destiny?
Rudraksh Malhotra is one of the top youngest businessman in India. Ruthless, arrogant, ambitious, fierce. Workaholic by nature. He gets ever...
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SHIVANI'S POV Ps. Do read Author's note, I have an important question (don't ignore pls)
I bury my face in Rudraksh's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my cheek. His arms are strong and warm around me, holding me close. I close my eyes, inhaling his scent - a mixture of his cologne and the familiar musk of his skin.
"Did you know?" I whisper, "You're the first guy to ever touch me." Dr. Mehta said that everyone else, those people who used me without my consent, don’t matter. Rudraksh pulls back slightly so he can look at me, his eyes filled with tenderness, "So I am considering this as my teenage love. I am just in twenties anyways." I smile looking at him, "but there's a problem." He frowns but before he could say anything I continue, "You give me those butterflies in my stomach so easily. What can I do to give you that same feeling?" Rudraksh’s frown softens into a gentle smile.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch sending a shiver down my spine, "you don't have to do anything." Now it's my turn to frown, "what do you mean? I have to do something." I question, "Nope. "Every time I see you, I feel that way. Whether you’re sleeping with your hair all messy, wearing your mismatched pajama pants and my shirt, you still give me butterflies. You’re the cutest, most beautiful, and most amazing person I’ve ever known."
I feel a flutter in my chest at his words, a warm and tingly feeling spreading through me. "You really think that?" I ask, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Rudraksh grins, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Of course I do," he says, pulling me closer. "I love seeing you in my clothes, all messy and adorable. It's like my own personal brand of cuteness overload."
"And more than that, you turn me into a teenage girl. I want to squeal and giggle when you're around, it's fucking ridiculous." He says and I giggle, "I think, it's hilarious." "Oh yeah, you find it hilarious." Rudraksh pins me down on the bed, his body hovering over mine. "let me show you, wait." I gasp slightly and push him back. He falls onto the bed, looking up at me with surprise. "That would make a good scene for my next book," I say, jumping out of bed and grabbing my diary to jot it down.
"Are you kidding me?" he groans, sitting up and watching me scribble furiously.
"Just a moment!" I call over my shoulder, fully engrossed in capturing the moment. I can feel his eyes on me, filled with a mix of frustration and amusement. I finally look at him, "You just killed the mood you know that?" He rolls his eyes. I giggle and join him on the bed again, "You know, you're going to owe me big time for being your muse," he teases. I pecked his lips lightly, Rudra responded by deepening our kiss. His lips were warm and insistent against mine, a tender urgency that spoke of longing and desire. I melted into his embrace, feeling his hands gently cradle my face as our kiss deepened.
"I love you." I breath out. He kisses my nose, then my eyes, and my cheeks, I push him away giggling. "Stop it, you're tickling me." He laughs and cradles me to his chest. "If you were a number, what number would you be?" I ask. It's a genuine question. I feel we are all relate to a number, that represent ourselves in terms of our values and strengths, "please don't tell me you have an answer for that." Rudra groans playfully, and I swat his chest, "shut up!" He wraps his arms around me as I bury my head in his chest, his laughter vibrating against my cheek. "Fine, fine," he says, amusement lacing his voice. "I don't know about me, you would definitely be a ten, because you're a ten." He grins and I shake my head, smiling wide at his flirty mood, "and you would be a one, because you're the one!" I say. Rudraksh's eyes widen for a moment at my response, and he can't help but flush a little. He tries to hide it, but the hint of a blush on his cheeks betrays him.
"Oh, shut up," he grumbles, feigning annoyance. "That's disgustingly cheesy, you know that?"
"What can we do? You started it." I roll my eyes playfully.
"Oh I have one more, go and grab your fucking diary! You can add it in your book." He exclaims, his eyes sparkling in excitement. I love seeing him take interest in my novel, it's funny and lovely having Rudra give his opinions. I loved how surprised he was when he found out that there's sex in romance novels, I still laugh remembering the faces he made while reading smut. I grab my diary from the table stand, "how about," He leans in to see in my diary, "if I were to pick a number for you, it would be infinity. Because that's how long I want to be with you." My eyes widen in surprise, "that's actually really good, Rudra." I say.
"Just don't forget to give me credit when your book becomes a bestseller." We both burst out laughing.
"I mean it though, every word I said right now." He smiles at me. "Okay fine, I will give you the credit." I say swatting his arm, "no shivani, I mean that I do want to be with you forever." He says, My heart skips a beat at his words, overwhelmed by the depth of his affection.
"I love you, Rudraksh," I whisper, my voice filled with emotion.
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Author's note: Hi guys, So here is me ranting: Okay so initially I wanted to make this a series and write a story for Aarav (Rudra's younger brother because I really love him) but now Idk if I will do that, I think I need to know whether you want his story or not.. Do let me know please don't skip this! ALSO please do vote and comment!
