𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"35. Overcoming Fears, Embracing Joy"

"Meri Bechain si Zindagi ka sukoon hai vo,
Meri tanha dhadkano ki Ruhh hai vo,
Jiske bina ab sansain lena bhi gawara nahi,
Meri mohabbat, mera ishq, mera junoon hai vo"

-Vaidehi
(-fictionflare_)
(Rudraksh)

Ruhanika and Rudraksh lay peacefully in their room, wrapped in the cocoon of warmth and comfort they always found in each other. Ruhanika was snuggled on top of Rudraksh, her head resting on his chest, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The calm of the night surrounded them, but soon, her tranquility was disrupted.

She stirred slightly, scrunching her nose in discomfort as she felt Rudraksh's arms tighten around her. At first, she thought it was just a subconscious movement, but as the seconds ticked by, his grip became more rigid. His heavy breaths fanned across her face, uneven and labored, and his body grew tense beneath her.

Her sleep was disturbed, and concern tugged at her heart as she woke up. Ruhanika lifted her head to look at him, her brows furrowing deeply when she saw his face. Rudraksh's features were scrunched in distress, beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the cool temperature of the room. His head moved side to side as if caught in the throes of a troubling dream, and his breathing was rough and irregular. His grip on her was unrelenting, making her heart pound with worry. 

Gently, she placed a hand on his forehead to check for a fever, but his temperature felt normal. This puzzled her even more. Summoning all her strength, she carefully wriggled free from his embrace, the effort leaving her breathless. She sat beside him, her eyes fixed on his restless face, her mind racing with questions.

Ruhanika: "Kitne dare huye lag rahe hai, hum utha de kya inhe, par phir kahi aur na ghabra jaye."
(He seem so scared. Should I wake him up, or will it frighten him more?)

Ruhanika sat nearby, torn between waking Rudraksh and letting him rest. Her fingers fidgeted nervously as she debated what to do. Just as she gathered the courage to approach him, Rudraksh suddenly jolted upright, his eyes wide as he sat up abruptly.

Rudraksh: "Bachaooooo...."
(Help...)

Rudraksh screamed. Rudraksh's breathing was heavy, his face damp with sweat as the weight of the situation bore down on him. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to compose himself, when he suddenly felt a tender touch on his face. He opened his eyes to find Ruhanika gently wiping his forehead with her dupatta, her touch soft and caring. Her eyes were filled with concern as she quietly tended to him, the warmth of her gesture offering him a sense of calm amidst the chaos. Rudraksh's heart softened at the sight, appreciating the silent support she was offering him.

Ruhanika: 'Kya ab aap thik hai??"
(Are you okay now?)

Rudraksh didn't say a word, his exhaustion evident in the way he simply lay down, placing his head gently on Ruhanika's lap. He hugged her waist tightly, burying his face in her stomach as if seeking comfort and solace in her presence. Ruhanika, understanding the unspoken need for reassurance, softly rubbed his arms with one hand, her touch soothing and steady. With the other hand, she gently caressed his head, her fingers running through his hair in a calming motion, offering him the quiet support he so desperately needed in that moment.

Ruhanika: "Akssshhh???"

Rudraksh's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers pressing firmly into her side as if unwilling to let go.