𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"24. Bloodshed and Bliss"

"log chahat me haddein
Par kar dete hai
Par meri chahat ki toh
Koi hadd hai hi nahi"

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(Ruhanika)

Rudraksh carried Ruhanika tenderly in his arms, stepping into their room with careful, measured steps. As he reached the bed, he lowered her down with utmost care, making sure she was comfortable as he gently placed her on the soft mattress. Once she was settled, he knelt beside the bed, his face softened with affection. Without a word, he lifted his hands to hold his ears in an adorable gesture of apology.

Rudraksh: "I'm sorry Betu, please mujhe maaf kardo Ruhh."
(I'm sorry, Betu, please forgive me, Ruhh.)

Ruhanika: "Areh ye kya kar rahe aap, pehle uper baithiye."
(What are you doing? First, please get up.)

Ruhanika gently took Rudraksh’s hands, guiding him to sit beside her on the bed. Her gaze softened as she looked at him, her fingers still holding his hand with warmth and reassurance.

Ruhanika: "Humne kaha tha hum thode se naraz hai, toh aap humse thoda hi maafi mangiye aise kaan mat pakdiye aur humare samne ghutno pe mat baithiye, hume achcha nahi lagta."
(I only said I was a little upset, so you should apologize just a little, not grab your ears and sit on your knees like this. I don’t like it.)

Rudraksh gently cupped her face, his fingers softly tracing the curve of her cheeks as his thumbs tenderly brushed over her skin. His touch was warm and comforting, a silent reassurance as he looked deeply into her eyes, letting the gentle caress convey all the love and care he felt.

Rudraksh: "Par mujhe achcha lagta hai, tum ek hi toh ho jiske samne main sar jhukata hu."
(But I like it. You’re the only one in front of whom I bow down.)

Ruhanika didn't fully grasp the depth of his words, yet a smile blossomed on her lips, radiating warmth and joy. Seeing her smile brought an instant smile to Rudraksh's face in return. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. When he pulled back, he noticed her frown, and it struck him as amusing. Unable to help himself, he let out a soft chuckle, finding her expression both adorable and endearing.

Rudraksh: "Hun ki hoya sohneyo."
(So, tell me, sweetheart, what happened?)

Ruhanika remained with a playful frown, her lips forming a delicate pout that added an extra layer of charm to her expression. The way her brows furrowed slightly gave her a look of mock seriousness, and Rudraksh couldn't help but find it adorable. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her chin, trying to coax a smile from her while teasingly asking.

Rudraksh: "Kya ho gaya betu?"
(What’s wrong, baby?)

She placed her hand confidently on her waist, a gesture that added a touch of defiance to her pout.

Ruhanika: "Hum toh thode se naraz hai na aapse, aapne kaha aap manayenge hume, toh manaiye ye hume kissiya kyu de rahe hai??"
(I’m only a little upset, right? You said you’d make it up to me, so go ahead! Why are you giving me kisses?)

Rudraksh struggled to hold back his laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. In a playful gesture, he reached out and gently pulled her cheeks, his fingers pinching the soft skin affectionately.

Rudraksh: "Aise hi toh manate hai na paglu."
(Well, isn’t that how you make up with someone, silly?)

Ruhanika: "Achcha. Toh phir ab hume Maan jaana hai kya??"
(Oh really? So, should I forgive you now?)

Rudraksh: "Umm tumhari marzi agar tumhe meri sorry pasand aayi toh Maan jao, Varna main kisi aur tarah se sorry bolta hu."
(Only if you want to. If my apology is good enough for you, then forgive me. If not, I’ll find another way to say sorry.)