The Singhania Family is one of Delhi's most powerful and enigmatic clans, known for their vast wealth, influential business empire, and dark underworld connections.
At the heart of this family are three brothers and their wives, trying to find sola...
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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the room. The remnants of the night before lingered in the air-a mix of passion, uncertainty, and something deeper that neither Rudraksh nor Sitara had fully grasped yet.
Rudraksh woke first, his eyes blinking against the morning light. He felt the warmth of Sitara beside him in nothing just sheets covering her body, her body curled up close, her breathing soft and steady.
The events of the night before rushed back to him, and a small, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips. But as he glanced down at her, he noticed something that made his heart tighten-her shoulders were trembling slightly.
"Sitara," he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep, laced with concern. He gently turned her toward him, his hand cupping her face. "What's wrong?"
Sitara's eyes were red and brimming with tears. She looked up at him, and despite the tenderness in his voice, she couldn't stop the wave of emotion that overcame her. The tears spilled over, and she quickly buried her face in his chest, muffling her sobs.
Rudraksh's heart sank. "Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry. He stroked her hair gently, trying to soothe her. "Tell me what's bothering you."
Sitara shook her head, her tears wetting his chest. She was overwhelmed with fear and uncertainty, a thousand thoughts racing through her mind. How would he react now? What if he regretted it? What if things got worse? The weight of her own insecurities and fears bore down on her, making her chest feel tight.
"Sitara, look at me," Rudraksh said, his tone gentle yet commanding. He tilted her chin up so that she had to meet his gaze. "Please, tell me what's wrong. Did I hurt you last night?,"
Her lip quivered as she tried to find the words. "I... I'm scared," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I don't know how you feel about what happened last night... What if you're angry or regret it? I didn't mean for this to happen... I-"
"Stop," Rudraksh cut her off, his thumb brushing away the tears on her cheeks. His expression softened, filled with a mixture of concern and reassurance. "Don't cry, baby."
She blinked up at him, still trembling slightly, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for some sort of rejection or regret. But what he said next took her by surprise.
"We're married," he said firmly but gently, as if stating a simple fact. "What happened between us last night-it's natural. It's something we're allowed to do... legally, morally. There's nothing wrong with it."
She looked at him, searching his face for any hint of anger or disappointment, but all she saw was sincerity. His words slowly started to sink in, and the knot of fear in her chest began to loosen.
