"Rudra Malhotra naam toh suna hoga ?"
Rudra is the epitome of charisma-outgoing, charming, and unabashedly playful. He has an infectious laugh and a quick wit that makes him the life of the party. His flirty nature often leads to playful banter and...
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I groggily opened my eyes, squinting against the harsh sunlight streaming through the window. My head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat that refused to cease. Every beat felt like a hammer striking my brain, punishing me for last night's excesses.
Memories of last night swirled in my mind, fragmented and hazy. Drinking, despair, and... Ruhanika. Her face floated before me, a vision of loveliness. Had it been real, or just a drunken hallucination?
My heart skipped a beat as I scrambled to sit up, scanning the room frantically. Empty. No Ruhanika. No sign of her presence. Was it all a dream? The tears, the confessions, the kiss? The thought sent a chill down my spine.
Panic set in, my breath quickening. Had I imagined it all? Had my mind conjured up a fantasy to escape the pain? I thought of Ruhanika's smile, her laughter, her tears. No, it couldn't be a dream. It felt too real.
I tossed off the covers and stumbled out of bed, staggering to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a dishevelled version of myself - bloodshot eyes, stubble, and a faint scar above my left eyebrow. I looked like a wreck.
Water splashed on my face, reviving me slightly. But the unease lingered. Where was Ruhanika? Had she left me, or had she ever been there at all? My mind reeled with questions, fears, and doubts.
Suddenly, a faint scent wafted through the air - Ruhanika's perfume. My heart leapt. Maybe... just maybe... she had been here. Maybe she still was.
I spun around, scanning the room again. And then, I saw her. Ruhanika stood before the dresser, towel-drying her hair, completely oblivious to my gaze.
I stood there, transfixed, my eyes helplessly locked on Ruhanika's radiant form. Her beauty mesmerised me, a spellbinding spectacle that left me breathless.
Her skin glowed with a soft, golden light, as if kissed by the morning sun. Water droplets clung to her neck, shimmering like diamonds against her porcelain complexion. Each drop traced a tantalising path down her skin, disappearing into the depths of her blouse.
The backless red blouse hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and toned shoulders. The fabric seemed to shimmer, highlighting the gentle swell of her breasts and the subtle curve of her spine.
My gaze lingered on the delicate contours of her face, the softness of her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, dark tendrils framing her heart-shaped face. Every strand seemed to dance in the morning light, enhancing her ethereal allure.
Transfixed, I watched as she wrung out excess water from her hair, her movements fluid and graceful. The towel slipped from her grasp, falling to the floor with a soft thud.
My heart skipped a beat. I stood there, frozen, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions. Last night's memories came flooding back - the tears, the confessions, the kiss.
