𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"33. The Unexpected Arrival"

"jaisa chahogi vaisa banjaunga
Har saache me dhal jaunga
Har tarah se tumhara hi hu
Tumhare liye kuch bhi kar jaunga"

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(Rudraksh)

Rudraksh stood in front of the mirror, carefully styling his hair with precision. He was dressed in a crisp dark blue shirt that complemented his sharp features, paired perfectly with tailored white pants that gave him an air of effortless sophistication. A sleek watch adorned his left wrist, glinting subtly under the light as he adjusted it, completing his polished and refined look.

Rudraksh: "Jaana, wallet and handkerchief nahi nikali hai tumne."
(Darling, you haven’t taken out my wallet and handkerchief.)

Ruhanika walked back into the room, her soft footsteps catching Rudraksh’s attention as he adjusted his sleeves. She was dressed in a radiant yellow anarkali suit, the flowing fabric accentuating her graceful movements. Her delicate earrings swayed with every step, and her bangles jingled softly, adding a melodic touch to her presence. As her eyes fell on Rudraksh, she sighed dramatically and facepalmed herself, shaking her head at him with a playful smile. Picking up the handkerchief and wallet that lay carelessly on the ottoman beside him, she handed them over, saying.

Ruhanika: "Humne nikala tha aap hi dhyaan nahi dete."
(I did, but you don’t notice anything.)

Rudraksh smiled warmly as he set the hairbrush back on the vanity, his gaze shifting to Ruhanika, who was still fussing with the drape of her dupatta. Unable to resist the moment, he gently took her hand and pulled her closer. She looked at him, slightly surprised, but didn’t resist. He turned her gently to face the mirror, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his chin lightly on her shoulder.

Their reflections in the mirror painted a perfect picture of intimacy and love—Ruhanika in her vibrant yellow anarkali glowing like sunshine, and Rudraksh, in his sharp attire, looking every bit the protective and adoring partner. He kissed the side of her head tenderly, the warmth of his lips making her close her eyes momentarily. Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink as she placed her hand over his, which rested protectively on her stomach.

Rudraksh: "Tumse dhyaan hatega toh kisi aur cheez pe dhyaan dunga na"
(How can I notice anything else when I can’t take my eyes off you?)

Ruhanika's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she lowered her head, her heart racing at the intimate moment. Rudraksh, sensing her shyness, nuzzled his face against the soft curve of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. The gentle, affectionate gesture made her feel a wave of warmth spread through her, and she instinctively leaned into him, savoring the closeness and the tenderness of the moment.

Rudraksh: "Kya meri Ruhh sharma gayi."
(Oh, is my Ruhh blushing?)

Ruhanika: "Hum kal raat se yehi toh kar rahe hai, aapki harkatein hi aisi hai hume sharam aa jati hai."
(I’ve been doing that since last night because of your actions; they make me blush.)

Rudraksh chuckled softly at her words, the sound warm and filled with affection. With a playful glint in his eyes, he gently turned her back towards him, his hands wrapping around her waist in a possessive yet loving embrace. Ruhanika, caught in the moment, placed her hand against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm.

Rudraksh: "Achcha kal raat maine kya kiya yellow, jo tum aise sharma rahi ho??"
(Really? What did I do last night, Yellow, that has you blushing like this?)

Rudraksh couldn't help but enjoy teasing Ruhanika, watching her blush with every playful remark and gesture. Her reactions were so endearing, and it made his heart swell with affection. As he observed her, she noticed that his collar was slightly askew. Without a word, Ruhanika gently reached up, her fingers brushing against his shirt as she began straightening the collar.