Ishq Par Zor Nahi

💞Part 14: Back to Rajput Mansion

Ryan exclaimed, "Woooh, Rudra bro, Mihir bro, we missed you so much!" as he threw himself onto both of them. Kabir stood by, dumbfounded, having anticipated a hug but being completely ignored as Ryan embraced the two older ones instead.

"Let them rest; we can catch up later," Maira suggested, gently pulling Ryan away from Mihir and rudra who had just returned from their honeymoon.

Rudra was sprawled on the couch, flipping from one side to the other, unable to find comfort. His gaze drifted to the man sitting on the bed directly in front of him, engrossed in his laptop.

The man wore glasses, his hair a tousled mess, and a white shirt with a couple of buttons casually undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. Rudra felt a strange flutter in his stomach as he took in the sight, his heart racing unexpectedly.

"Mr. Akdu?" Rudra called out, his voice barely above a whisper, not expecting to be heard.

"What?" Kabir replied, taking a swig from his water bottle, his throat working as he gulped it down. Rudra's eyes followed the movement, and he felt a heat rise to his cheeks.

"Mannerless boy? MANNERLESS BOY?" Kabir called, noticing Rudra's distracted state.

Rudra snapped back to reality, "Ahh?" he exclaimed, suddenly aware of how long he had been staring.

"You were—"

"N-nothing, nothing!" Rudra interrupted hastily, his voice flustered as he bolted out of the room, leaving Kabir in a state of confusion.

Once outside, Rudra pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart pound like a drum. "What is happening with me? Did I just check him out? No! How can I? But why can't I? He's my husband after all," he thought, his breath quickening.

"Why is my heart racing? Ugh, I'm going crazy!" he groaned in frustration, gripping his hair tightly as he tried to process the unexpected feelings swirling inside him. The tension hung thick in the air, leaving him both exhilarated and bewildered.

After Rudra's sudden exit, Kabir sat there, a puzzled expression on his face. He couldn't shake off the strange energy that had passed between them.

"What's going on with him?" Kabir muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair in confusion.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a message taking of his attention.

(We are going to discuss about the weapons tonight )

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Once inside their room, Mihir flopped onto the couch with a tired sigh. "I'm exhausted," he huffed.

"Exhausted from what? We didn't do anything, did we?" Muzaffar raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

"A person can get tired from traveling too, you know" Mihir replied, brushing off Muzaffar's teasing remarks.

"Bring me some tea," Muzaffar said, lounging back on the bed.

"Sorry?" Mihir squinted his eyes in disbelief.

"Bring tea" Muzaffar insisted, his expression serious.

"Am I your servant?" Mihir shot back, irritated.

"No, but you are my husband. For six months, it's your duty. Come on!" Muzaffar smirked, enjoying the banter.

"Sure, why not? I’ll add some poison to it for extra flavor, shall I?" Mihir retorted, his nostrils flaring with mock anger.