Pyar ek zaher hai aayara, aur ye kambakhat ishq , ek din zaan le lega ye meri .
kabhi naa kabhi to mujhe pta chalega ki tumhari aankhein aur tumhari baatein ek dusre se alag kyu hai.. aur tab tak.. sabr .. aur pyar .. pyar sikhaungi tumhe aur sabr...
She smiled warmly and walked over to him, placing the tray gently in his hands. Without a word, she began tidying up the cluttered table, clearing away the files and papers scattered around. Once the surface was clear, she took the tray back from him and set it neatly on the table.
"You’ve been working all night, haven’t you?" she said softly, her voice filled with concern. "You should eat something. Skipping meals isn’t good for you, Rudra."
Her tone was gentle, almost caring, as she took a step back, giving him space but silently urging him to take care of himself.
Rudra felt a strange stillness at Aayara’s simple act of care. His chest tightened as he compared her concern to his own wife’s indifference—Dia, who always claimed to love him, hadn’t even noticed that he had been working all night. Yet here was Aayara, who owed him nothing, offering kindness so freely.
He cleared his throat, forcing a small smile onto his face, though the emotions swirling inside him were far more complex. "Thank you, Aayara," he said, his voice softer than usual. "You didn’t have to do this."
He tried to mask the mix of gratitude and pain in his eyes, but a part of him couldn’t help but feel the contrast between her actions and the cold reality of his own marriage.
Aayara smiled softly and turned to leave, but Rudra, feeling a sudden wave of panic at the thought of her leaving so soon, instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist. His grip was gentle, yet firm enough to make her stop and turn back toward him, her eyes wide with surprise.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the air between them heavy with unspoken emotions. Rudra’s hand lingered on her wrist before he realized what he had done, quickly loosening his hold. "Aayara..." he began, his voice betraying a mix of hesitation and longing, but the words seemed to escape him. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say—only that he didn’t want her to go just yet.
Aayara’s eyes widened as she felt the warmth radiating from his skin. Without hesitation, she pulled his wrist into her grip, her expression shifting to one of concern.
"You have a fever!" she gasped, her voice filled with worry. "Rudra, you should be resting, not working like this."
Her fingers lightly brushed over his wrist as she looked at him with genuine care, completely forgetting the awkwardness of the moment. All she could think about now was making sure he was okay.
Rudra chuckled awkwardly, trying to downplay her concern. "It's nothing, really," he replied, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired from working late. I’ll be fine."
But deep down, he appreciated her worry, even if he felt a bit embarrassed by it. The warmth of her touch lingered on his skin, and for a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the attention, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Aayara sighed, clearly shocked at how careless he was being with his health. Without thinking, she placed her palm on his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from him. Rudra froze at her touch, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy.
“Rudra, you need to take care of yourself,” she ordered softly, her tone firm but caring. “You can’t just ignore your health like this. Promise me you’ll rest and let someone help you.”
Her gaze was steady, filled with a mix of concern and determination, and for a moment, Rudra found himself unable to look away from her earnest expression.
Rudra nodded like a child, feeling a warmth spread through him at Aayara's motherly behavior. There was something comforting about her presence that made him feel cared for, even in the chaos of his life.
“Eat the breakfast,” Aayara instructed firmly, her hands on her hips as she looked at him with determination. “And you need to rest. No more work until you’re better.”
With a playful glint in her eyes, she reached over and switched off his laptop. Rudra chuckled, appreciating her spirited approach.
Aayara then tidied up the bed, smoothing out the covers and placing the breakfast tray within reach. She turned back to him, her expression softening. “You need to take care of yourself, Rudra. Promise me you will.”
Rudra leaned in a bit closer, causing Aayara's breath to hitch in her throat. The proximity made her heart race, and she felt a mix of emotions swirl inside her. He raised his hand, brushing his fingers gently along her arm, then took her hand slowly, as if savoring the moment.
“I promise you, bhabhi,” he said with a smirk, his gaze locked onto hers. He caressed her palm with his thumb, sending a shiver down her spine. Aayara’s cheeks flushed at the unexpected intimacy, and for a moment, she was caught between the warmth of his attention and the weight of her marriage to Arjun.
“Just take care of yourself, okay?” she replied softly, trying to regain her composure, though her voice trembled slightly as she withdrew her hand from his. The air between them felt charged, filled with unspoken words and emotions, and Aayara couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for their complicated lives.
As Aayara walked away from Rudra’s door, she bit her lip and tried to process what had just happened. Her heart raced, and she felt a wave of confusion wash over her. What just transpired felt both innocent and dangerously intimate, and guilt gnawed at her insides.
She gulped, reminding herself of the boundaries she had set. What am I doing? She chastised herself. I can’t let myself get carried away like this.
Rudra had been her savior once, coming to her aid when some boys had tried to trouble her. She had admired him for that, but that was before her marriage—before she had pledged herself to Arjun.
No, she thought firmly, shaking her head. I can’t do this. The past was the past, and now she was Arjun’s wife. The weight of that title settled heavily on her shoulders, reminding her of the commitment she had made.
As she descended the stairs, Aayara took a deep breath, focusing on the responsibilities ahead. She needed to push aside her feelings and prove to herself and everyone else that she was devoted to her husband.
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