𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"30. Bond of Love and Strength"

"bahaut dard diye zindagi ne
Ab waqt khushiyon ka aaya hai
Meri andar dabe ehsaason ka
Ab waqt chalakne ka aaya hai"

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(Ashvik)

Ruhanika: "Bhaiyuuu"

Ashvik shut his eyes tightly, trying to hold back the overwhelming emotions flooding through him. Ruhanika had always called him "brother," but somehow, in this moment, it felt different—deeper, more profound. This time, the word wasn’t just a title; it held the weight of a bond, of shared pain and unspoken love that had finally found its voice. Feeling the warmth of Ruhanika’s gentle hand rubbing his back, Ashvik found comfort. She seemed to understand everything he couldn’t put into words, her touch silently offering reassurance and acceptance. After a few minutes, they both slowly pulled back from the embrace. Ashvik, still holding back tears, reached up to cup her face with a tenderness that made her heart ache. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a gesture that conveyed all the love, protection, and silent promises of a brother who had finally found his family.

Kartavya: "Mainu lagda hai sanu ehna dono nu thoda waqt dena chahida hai."
(I think we should give them both some time.)

Everyone nodded in agreement and quietly left the room. As Rudraksh reached the stairs, he paused, glancing back at Ruhanika and Ashvik one last time before heading up to his room.

Ruhanika: "Bhaiyuuu"

Ashvik gazed at her, his eyes filled with a deep well of emotions, reflecting all that had been left unspoken. Ruhanika's eyes, too, mirrored the silent ache of 17 long years, a yearning for the bond she'd always wished to share with her brother. The weight of those years hung in the air, creating an unspoken connection that only they could fully understand.

Ruhanika: "Bhaiyuu, aap thik ho na??"
(Brother, are you okay?)

Once again, Ashvik gently pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her tightly as if trying to make up for all the years they had been apart. His arms wrapped around her, conveying the affection and comfort that words alone couldn’t express.

Ashvik: "Haan bachcha, ab mujhe tum mil gayi ho, ab main kaise thik nahi rahunga??"
(Yes, little one, now that I've found you, how can I not be okay?)

Ruhanika: "Kaise bhaiyuu??"
(How, brother?)

Ashvik chuckled softly. But only his sister had the power to bring out this lightness in him, even at a time like this. They settled onto the couch, sitting across from each other, sharing a quiet moment of understanding and familiarity that only siblings could.

Ruhanika: "Humne bahaut yaad kiya aapko bhaiyuu"
(I missed you so much, brother.)

A lone tear slipped down Ruhanika's cheek, and Ashvik gently wiped it away, his touch filled with the warmth and care he had held back for so long. His own pain was surfacing, memories and emotions swirling within him, tempting him to let go completely and cry. Yet, as he looked at Ruhanika’s fragile expression, he knew he had to be the strong one, her anchor in this emotional storm. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, pushing back his own tears. With a gentle squeeze, he held her hands, enveloping them in his own, silently conveying that he would always be there for her.

Ashvik: "Sorry bachcha, mujhe toh kuch pata hi nahi tha."
(I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t know anything.)

Ruhanika: "Hum sochte the aap bhi hume mumma papa ki tarah chod ke chale gaye hai. Aap kaha the bhaiyuu"
(I thought that you had left me, just like mom and dad. Where were you, brother?)