Meet Yuvika Jaisingh -
Bubbly and a charming girl who brings a smile on everyone's face without even trying. Feisty yet so innocent, sarcastic yet so sweet, kind, stubborn and a ball full of sunshine. She sees the world differently yet so...
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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTᗴᖇ - LIV
⚘ 𝒀𝑼𝑽𝑰𝑲𝑨 ⚘
After the weekend getaway in London, we were back in India at the Agnihotri villa. It was just three more days until Rudraksh's birthday, and we were all busy planning a surprise for him.
It was late at night, and I was waiting for Rudra to return from the office. When I called him in the evening, he informed me he’d be late because of some important meetings, and that he’d have his dinner outside. Despite the long day, I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take a walk around the villa's gardens. The cool breeze brushed against my skin as I wandered, the peacefulness of the night calming my thoughts.
Suddenly, I heard the screeching noise of tyres, pulling me from my reverie. I walked toward the gates, frowning as I saw Rudraksh storming into the house, his posture tense, radiating frustration. My heart sank a little; something was wrong.
I followed him inside, my worry growing with each step. By the time I reached the living room, he was already at the top of the staircase, heading toward our bedroom. I hurried behind him, determined to find out what was bothering him.
Entering the bedroom, I found Rudra standing by the minibar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. His shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched.
“What happened, Rudra?” I asked softly, stepping closer.
Rudra glanced at me briefly before turning away to take a long sip of his drink. “Just another ridiculous day at work,” he muttered, the irritation clear in his voice. “These people— some of them don’t know what they’re doing, and I have to clean up after their mess.”
He downed the rest of his whiskey, setting the glass down with a little more force than necessary. I could tell he was beyond irritated.
“Why do you let it get to you like this?” I asked, walking closer. “It’s not worth all this frustration.”
Rudra let out a short laugh, devoid of humour. “You think I can just switch it off, Yuvika? That’s not how it works.”
I folded my arms, leaning against the wall. “I’m not saying you can switch it off, but this— coming home like this— it’s not helping you. Or me.”
He turned toward me, his gaze sharp. “And what would help, huh?”
I met his eyes, unfazed by his intensity. “Maybe talking about it, instead of drowning it in whiskey?”
Rudra looked at me for a moment, his expression unreadable, before shaking his head. “You don’t get it, Yuvika.”
“Then make me get it,” I challenged, standing my ground.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t want to drag you into this mess. It’s my work. You shouldn’t have to deal with it.”
I softened my stance slightly but didn’t let go of my point. “I've been there before. And I'm your wife. It affects me when you come home like this, whether you realise it or not.”
