"8. From Tenderness to Fury"

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"Masoomiyat bhari teri aakhein
Inme doob jaane ko jee karta hai
Kaise sambhalu main is dil ko
Tujhme khoo jaane ko jee karta hai"

-fictionflare_

"Mr. Rudraksh Malhotraaaaaaa"

The loud shout startled Ruhanika, causing her to flinch while still cradled in Rudraksh's arms. Her fears quickly resurfaced, and she instinctively buried her face in his neck, clutching his shirt tightly near the collar. A fierce anger flashed in Rudraksh's eyes, but he knew he couldn’t afford to raise his voice, not with Ruhanika in such a fragile state. Instead, he directed a deadly glare at the person responsible, his expression conveying a silent yet potent warning.

The tension in the room was palpable as Rudraksh and the other person locked eyes, each glaring with an intensity that could cut through steel. Despite the silent battle of wills, Rudraksh carefully walked over to the couch. He bent down and gently placed Ruhanika on the couch. Yet, even as he tried to step back, Ruhanika's grip on his hand tightened. She refused to let go, her eyes pleading with him for comfort and reassurance. Rudraksh could feel the fear coursing through her, and his expression softened, his attention shifting back to her. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, silently promising that he wouldn't leave her side.

Rudraksh: "Yahi hu, kahi nahi ja raha, bas iski akkal thikane laga du."
(I'm right here, not going anywhere. Just need to knock some sense into him.)

Ruhanika looked up at Rudraksh with a puzzled expression, her brows furrowed and eyes searching his face for answers.

Ruhanika: "Ak..kal thikane???"
(Knock some sense?)

Before Rudraksh could respond, someone yanked him back by his shoulder. Ruhanika's eyes widened in alarm. She instinctively pulled her legs up onto the couch, hugging them tightly as she buried her face in her knees, peeking out just enough to keep an eye on Rudraksh. Her heart raced with fear, but she needed to make sure he was okay. Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw Rudraksh and the man who had pulled him standing face to face, both glaring at each other with intense anger. The tension in the room was palpable, and Ruhanika's grip around her legs tightened as she anxiously watched the confrontation unfold.

Rudraksh: "Kya batameezi hai ye??"
(What kind of insolence is this?)

Person: "Chup kar tu, aisi harkat karne ke baad..."
(Shut up. After what you've done...)

Ruhanika trembled when the man raised his voice at Rudraksh, his shout echoing through the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the fear gripping her tighter. However, before the man could finish his sentence, Rudraksh swiftly cut him off, his voice firm and commanding. The authority in Rudraksh's tone was undeniable, immediately silencing the man. Ruhanika's eyes flickered with both fear and a sense of safety, knowing Rudraksh was there, ready to protect her no matter what.

Rudraksh: "Awaaz niche rakh ke baat kar, meri biwi Darr Rahi hai. "
(Keep your voice down; you're scaring my wife.)

The man's gaze shifted to Ruhanika, and he noticed her trembling with fear. Seeing her so frightened, his expression softened, the hardness in his eyes melting away. He took a deep breath, and his tone immediately became gentler, his voice almost soothing as he spoke, trying to reassure her. The change in his demeanor was clear, his anger fading as he realized the impact it had on her. He stepped back slightly, no longer wanting to be the source of her fear.

Person: "I'm sorry yaar, mera bhabhi ko darane ka irada nahi tha."
( I'm sorry, man. I didn’t mean to scare my sister-in-law.)

Rudraksh: "Par dara diya na."
(But you did, didn’t you?)

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