ᴍɪʜɪᴛʜᴀ-𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

chapter 30

AUTHOR's POV

As he looked at her, he couldn't help but feel a rush of guilt and longing at the sight of the life they had created together. With determination coursing through his veins and a flicker of hope kindling in his heart, Rudransh made a bold move booked a flight back to india. It was a step towards reconciliation, a chance to address the wounds that had ruptured his connection with her. The prospect of reconnecting filled him with both trepidation and determination. He knew the journey ahead was fraught with challenges, but the yearning to rebuild the bridge that had been so cruelly severed became his guiding force.As he settled into his seat on the flight back home, a profound sense of anticipation tinged with a tinge of anxiety coursed through him. With each mile that took him closer to his destination, the flicker of hope burned brighter, fueling his determination to confront the challenges that lay ahead. The journey back home would be a test of his resolve, a chance to address the wounds that had torn them apart. He embraced the uncertainty of the path ahead, knowing that the road to reconciliation would demand courage, humility, and a fierce dedication to healing the broken connection that lingered between them.The weight of the impending reunion lingered in the air, a delicate balance between trepidation and determination. The journey back home became a symbolic step in his quest for redemption, each mile a testament to his unwavering resolve. As the plane soared through the night sky, the distant lights twinkling beneath him, Rudransh's heart swelled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. He knew the path to reconciliation would be arduous, demanding vulnerability, honesty, and a steadfast commitment to rebuilding the fragile bond that had been shattered.As the plane touched down, Rudransh stepped onto familiar ground, the weight of his decisions and regrets hanging heavy on his shoulders. The journey back home was now a reality, the path to reconciliation beginning in earnest. As he navigated through the airport, he mentally steeled himself for the challenges that lay ahead, prepared to confront the deep-seated issues within himself and work tirelessly to mend the fractures that had marred their connection.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Rudransh ventured forth, his mind focused solely on the journey ahead. This journey was not merely a physical one, but a voyage into the depths of his own emotions, his own psyche. He knew that the path to rekindling the connection they had once shared would inevitably lead him down the labyrinthine corridors of his own heart, confronting his own fears, insecurities, and vulnerabilities along the way. Armed with courage and determination, he embarked upon this arduous journey, determined to rebuild the foundations of their relationship, one painstaking step at a time.As Rudransh stepped onto the familiar soil of his home, he was greeted by a whirlwind of memories, emotions, and a profound awareness of the complexity of the task at hand. The journey they were about to embark upon was destined to be a rollercoaster of emotions, a crucible of introspection, and a profound test of their enduring connection.As Rudransh entered the grand gates of the mansion, a surge of nostalgia washed over him. This was the place where he had grown up, the place where he'd once felt free to express himself. But now, as he walked into the mansion, a profound sense of foreboding lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the lighthearted memories of his past. This place had once been a sanctuary, but now it seemed to harbor secrets, the ghosts of their shared history lingering in every corner.
The mansion stood silent and still, a tangible reminder of the memories both fond and strained that had unfolded within its walls. As he walked through the grand halls, a wave of bittersweet nostalgia flooded over him. The memories of their laughter, their joy, and their whispered secrets seemed to echo through the corridors, merging with the tangible weight of the present moment. In this moment, the mansion felt like a living tapestry, its threads weaved with the echoes of their shared history, both blissful and burdened.As her stepped into the sanctuary of his officeroom, his mind was plagued by a poignant thought. Just a single wall separated his solitude from her presence, a realization that seemed to amplify the profound sense of longing that consumed him. The thought of her proximity, the haunting knowledge that she were just a wall away, intensified the profound sense of longing that had become an everlasting companion.The solitude of the office seemed to close in on him, the silent echoes of memories and missed opportunities filling the space. He couldn't shake the persistent thought of her, merely a few feet away, separated by nothing but a thin barrier. It was an odd sensation, knowing that she were both so close yet so distant. The longing intensified, a constant reminder of the connection that was lost and yearned for.
Fear loomed large in his mind, the prospect of facing her after such a long separation sending tremors of anxiety through his veins. The thought of seeing her altered appearance after these long months ignited a well of trepidation deep within him. the fear of change and unfamiliarity shadowing the anticipation of their reunion.The knowledge that she were merely a wall away seemed to mock his cowardly resolve. The thought tantalised him, dangling a carrot of possibility before his eyes, yet he found himself paralyzed. The inner struggle between the yearn to reunite, to bridge the distance and the crippling fear of vulnerability held him captive. In the shadows of his own doubt, he felt helpless, bound by the weight of his own indecision and the haunting presence of the wall that separated him from her.The tantalising invitation of proximity hung in the air, tempting him to embrace the possibility of crossing the boundary.. The thought of closing the physical distance between them became an alluring possibility, yet the fear of what might transpire held him back.his internal battle raged on, torn between the desire for connection and the paralysing trepidation of vulnerability. The awareness that Mihitha was oblivious to his presence intensified his inner turmoil, amplifying the weight of uncertainty and indecision. The idea of approaching her seemed daunting, the potential outcomes shrouded in a veil of ambiguity. Each moment of hesitation seemed to exacerbate the tension, pushing him further into a spiralling vortex of doubt. The prospect of bridging the gap loomed ever-present, a beacon of hope veiled in a labyrinth of uncertainties. As Rudransh wrestled with the complexity of his emotions, the lingering fear of rejection and the fear of vulnerability took root, casting a shadow over his attempts to reconnect.Despite the knowledge that he held the power to seek forgiveness and mend the broken connection, a relentless sense of trepidation held him captive. The mere possibility of rejection loomed as a formidable adversary, deterring him from taking the necessary steps towards reconciliation. The weight of past mistakes and the fear of rejection threatened to suffocate him, leaving him suspended in a state of limbo, helpless to act upon the yearnings that consumed his every thought.his ears caught the distant sounds emanating from the kitchen, the faint echoes weaving through the silence. Intrigue piqued his curiosity, compelling him to tread towards the source. The thought of encountering Mihitha, unexpectedly standing beyond the doorway, fueled his anticipation. The allure of a surprise encounter beckoned him forward, each step carrying him closer to the kitchen After a prolonged absence of five months,his eyes finally beheld her. The sight of her in the kitchen sent a jolt through his being, a heady blend of shock and longing flooding his senses. The passage of time had left an indelible mark upon her , her features adorned with the delicate changes of pregnancy Yet, amidst the transformation, the essence of her presence remained untouched.
Rudransh stood behind her, a silent witness to her obliviousness. As she filled her bottle with water, his gaze fixated upon her, savouring the serene beauty of her presence. In that moment, he relished the simplicity of her actions, the effortless grace that defined her every move. The tranquillity of the scene held him captive, his heart entwined with a deep sense of longing and yearning for a reconnection that remained just beyond reach. The air between them hung with an unspoken tension, the mere proximity of their bodies a delicate balance of proximity and distance.

"You just need to order the maids rather than doing it by yourself"
His voice broke the silence, a gentle interruption that resonated with a mix of surprise and intrigue. Despite the passage of time and the distance that had separated them, his voice held a familiar cadence, a melody still etched within her heart. As she turned towards him, the sight that met their eyes took both of their breath away.a transformation in his appearance that left her momentarily speechless. There he stood, .Mihitha remained silent..The air between them hung heavy with the weight of uncertainty, a silence that seemed to stretch into eternity. In that moment, the vulnerability of their emotions was laid bare, the tumultuous emotions that had once bound them now obscured by the passage of time. As she looked into his eyes, the spark of recognition flickered within, a glimmer of hope amidst the depths of confusion and heartache.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it,"
he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of tenderness and longing