Meet Rudraksh singh Rajvansh, a powerful mafia boss and CEO, feared and respected in equal measure. Beneath his cold exterior lies a man devoted to his family, shaped by the values instilled by his beloved grandparents.
Enter Sitara Rajput, a shy y...
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🌊RUDRAKSH'S POV
Rudraksh woke up at the crack of dawn, as always, his mind already racing with the day's tasks. He wasn't the type to laze around, even on days that weren't strictly business-related. Today, however, was different. It was the day they were all heading to Jodhpur, and despite his attempts to focus on work, the thought of Sitara kept sneaking into his mind.
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His outfit 🌊
He glanced at his suitcase, neatly packed the night before. But just as he was mentally ticking off his to-do list, a loud crash echoed from the hallway. Rudraksh opened his door to find Agastya struggling to zip his overstuffed bag, clothes spilling out like a tidal wave.
"Arre bhai, itna saaman kyun le jaa raha hai? Shaadi attend karni hai ya shifting ho rahi hai?" Rudraksh asked, a rare smirk crossing his face as he watched his brother wrestle with the suitcase.
"Rudra bhai, tum nahi samjhoge," Agastya replied dramatically, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Yeh designer kapde, shoes, aur accessories ka asli jung hai. Aur tum toh bas apna ek black suit le jaate ho har jagah!"
"Simple is efficient," Rudraksh said, raising an eyebrow, then quickly added with a touch of sarcasm, "Tumhara toh outfit aur makeup ka showroom khul jayega wahan."
Just then, Shravya came running in with her own suitcase, clearly frazzled. "Bhai, Agastya, aap log help karoge ya bas commentary karte rahoge?" she said, trying to shove a last-minute pile of clothes into her already overfilled bag.
"Acha, acha, aao, main help karta hoon," Agastya said, rolling his eyes and turning to Rudraksh. "Waise bhi, Rudra bhai ko toh kaam ke alawa aur kuch dikhta nahi!"
Rudraksh shook his head with a small smile and returned to his room to check his phone for any urgent emails. He had just finished a call with a client when their grandfather, Prithviraj Singh Rajvansh, passed by, watching the chaos unfold with amusement.
"Yeh kya ho raha hai yaha? Sabki packing kaise ho rahi hai?" Dadu asked, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the disorganized luggage.
Agastya grinned and said, "Dadu, humari army toh ready ho rahi hai Jodhpur ke liye. Bas ab captain ko bhi ready hona padega," pointing at Rudraksh.
Rudraksh gave a slight smile and said, "Main toh ready hoon, bas tum sab ke circus ka intezaar kar raha hoon."
Finally, after much commotion and a bit of laughter, the family gathered by the cars waiting to depart. Rudraksh's eyes instinctively sought out Sitara as they reached the pickup point where the Rajput family was waiting. Sitara stood there, adjusting her hair, her cheeks slightly pink from the morning chill. She glanced up shyly, catching his eye before quickly looking away.
