The City of Sunshine "Udaipur"in the beautiful state of India Rajasthan......A place from where million stories have arised...some of them are still a mystery....the state of ancient culture, civilization, forts, palaces and much.......
"The Shatter...
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The early morning sun poured through the window, casting a golden hue across Aarna’s room. She shifted under the blanket, her body still weak, and the weight of the last few days clung to her thoughts. The soft rustling of footsteps outside her door stirred her, but she remained still, not wanting to face the world just yet.
A quiet knock broke the silence, and before she could answer, the door creaked open. Rudra stepped in, carrying a tray with breakfast—a warm bowl of soup, some toast, and a glass of juice. His eyes softened as he saw her lying there, still half asleep, her fragile form buried in the covers.
"Good morning," he said, his voice gentle and sweet, very unlike the harsh tone she had become used to.
Aarna slowly turned her head towards him, confusion flickering across her face. He set the tray down beside her, sitting at the edge of the bed. She blinked at him, unsure of how to respond to this softer side of Rudra. Her heart twisted—why was he being so kind now? This was the same man who had shattered her hopes just days ago.
"I brought you breakfast," he continued, his voice smooth. "You need to eat something. Doctor said it's important for your recovery."
Aarna hesitated, her gaze shifting between him and the tray. This wasn’t right. She didn’t trust this sudden shift in his demeanor. But before she could speak, Rudra gently reached for her hand, wrapping it around the spoon, his touch surprisingly tender.
"Here," he said softly. "Let me help."
Her heart pounded in her chest, torn between the man she thought she knew and the one sitting before her now. She stared at him, her mind swirling with questions. What was he playing at? Why the sudden concern?
"Why... are you doing this?" she finally whispered, her voice barely audible. Her throat felt tight with confusion and suspicion.
Rudra gave her a small, almost sad smile, his eyes holding a warmth she had never seen before. "Because I care about you, Aarna."
The words sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled her hand away slowly, wrapping her arms around herself. His gaze never left her, and she felt trapped in the intensity of his stare, like he was trying to convince her of something even he wasn’t sure of.
"But you..." she started, her mind flashing back to the hospital, to the cruel words he had whispered in her ear. "I don’t remember...."
Rudra’s smile faltered, but he quickly masked it. He stood up, adjusting the blanket around her, his fingers brushing against her skin as if testing her reaction.
"You need rest, " he said softly. "We can talk later."
Aarna watched him, her heart heavy with mistrust. As he turned to leave, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong. The sweetness in his voice, the gentle touches—it felt like a game, a carefully constructed façade. But for what purpose, she didn’t know.
