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
He died. He took a bullet for me. The only person who truly cared for me in that house is gone. He was my first best friend and the only one who stuck with me till the end. He always picked up my mood, he never questioned me ever about why my mood was off, he just tried to make me happy. I remember once, he was scolded by my father, to the point that they were going to fire him. I was sad so he took me to market, bought me toys and chips that I craved instead of taking me to the class. My parents were very angry. Even in his last moments he wanted my well being.
The doctors discharged me yesterday, although I am still on bed rest. Everyone has been very supportive, someone or the other is always beside me. I like it, most of the times. But sometimes I want to shut everyone off. I want to go back in time, in that moment, I want to save him somehow. I haven't shed a tear, Rudra says I should cry, I am usually an emotional person, I don't understand why I am unable to cry, maybe because It felt like if I did, I would have to face the reality of his death. I would be accepting it, which I don't want to.
Rudra has been extra protective, he hasn't gone to office, I keep urging him to not stay at home, I am fine, besides there are so many people here who genuinely care for me, I don't want to be a burden, but he shut me up real quick by throwing the question, what would I do, if I was in his place.
"Rudra?" I question. He looks up from his laptop, "yes darling?" He has a soft smile on his face.
"My father?" I whisper, "is he alive?" I don't know if I want to know the answer to that question, but I ask it anyway. Rudra's smile fades quickly, replaced by a look of anger and disdain. He closes his laptop slowly, setting it aside before shifting his attention to me.
"Your father?" he repeats, his voice taut and cold. "Yes." I shudder at the thought of living in the same world as him, I will never be safe. "Don't worry darling, he's in my custody, I will end him with my own hands." He says, taking a seat beside me on the bed, taking my hand in his.
"I want to see him." I mumble. Rudra's face darkens. His grip on my hand tightens, a silent protest against my request.
"You're not well enough to see him," he responds gruffly. "You need to rest, to recover."
"I know." I sigh, "but I want to meet him, I have to talk to him." He looks at me as if I have lost my mind, maybe I have, "Baby, he's a dangerous man." He says, I chuckle, "I know that." He glares at me, and I raise my hand in surrender, "please Rudra." I pout, he groans and then sighs, "fine, but I will be with you, I am not leaving you alone with that man!" He warns, "okay. But only you, no one else." He nods. He gently pulls me into his chest, I love listening to his heartbeat, "can we go now?" I ask, he pulls back to look at me, he stares at me for a moment and then nods. He helps me up from the bed, we get changed. "Let's go." he says, leading us out of the room and down the hallway. We get in the car, he drives slower than usual, I am grateful for that.
