Ruhanika Arora (Ruhi)
A broken soul who was raped by her own uncle at the age of 16.
She is arranged with someone who seems to love her existence in front of him.
But she is too shy and scared to face him coz of his history.
Abhiraj Rathore (abhi...
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Ruhanika had begun to let her guard down again, but the cracks in her trust hadn’t fully healed. Adhiraj, sensing her lingering doubts, tread carefully. He showered her with small surprises—a bouquet left at her door, late-night calls to soothe her fears, and heartfelt apologies whispered when they spent quiet moments together.
But the calm was short-lived.
The storm arrived in the form of Samaira, a strikingly beautiful woman from Adhiraj’s past. She appeared one evening, unannounced, at the restaurant where Adhiraj had planned a romantic dinner for Ruhanika.
“Adi!” Samaira called, her voice cutting through the intimate ambiance like a knife.
Ruhanika turned, her heart sinking as she saw the woman walking toward their table. Her long black dress clung to her hourglass figure, and her confident smile screamed familiarity.
Adhiraj stiffened in his seat, his jaw tightening as he stood to greet her. “Samaira,” he said, his tone curt. “What are you doing here?”
“I was in town and thought I’d drop by,” she replied, her voice honeyed. Her eyes flicked to Ruhanika, assessing her in an instant. “And who’s this?”
“This is Ruhanika,” Adhiraj said, his voice softening as he glanced at her. “Ruhanika, this is Samaira. We... used to work together.”
Ruhanika forced a polite smile, but unease curled in her stomach. She could sense there was more to their history than Adhiraj was letting on.
Samaira extended her hand, her smile dazzling. “Nice to meet you, Ruhanika. Adhiraj has always had a soft spot for the pretty ones.”
The comment landed like a slap. Adhiraj shot Samaira a warning look, but the damage was done.
The dinner was ruined. Ruhanika excused herself early, claiming a headache. Adhiraj insisted on driving her home, but the car ride was thick with unspoken tension.
“Who is she, really?” Ruhanika asked finally, her voice breaking the silence.
Adhiraj gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. “She’s no one, Rooh. Just someone from my past.”
“She doesn’t look like no one,” Ruhanika muttered, her voice edged with hurt.
Adhiraj pulled the car over abruptly, turning to face her. “You have to trust me,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Whatever she was to me, it’s over. You’re the one I care about, Ruhanika. Only you.”
Ruhanika wanted to believe him, but Samaira’s presence lingered like a shadow.
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The tension between them came to a head days later when Samaira began showing up more frequently. She called Adhiraj at odd hours and “accidentally” bumped into him at his office. Each encounter chipped away at Ruhanika’s patience.
One evening, after a particularly heated argument, Adhiraj showed up at her apartment, determined to make things right.
“Ruhanika, open the door,” he pleaded, his voice raw.
When she didn’t respond, he let himself in with the spare key she’d given him. She was standing by the window, her arms crossed, her expression distant.
“I told you to stay out of my space,” she said coldly.
“And I told you I wouldn’t give up on us,” he replied, stepping closer. “Rooh, I’m not letting someone from my past ruin what we have.”
She turned to face him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You say that, but you don’t understand how it feels to watch her circle you like a vulture. How am I supposed to trust you when she’s everywhere?”
Adhiraj reached out, cupping her face in his hands. “Because I’ll prove it to you,” he said, his voice steady. “Right here, right now.”
Before she could respond, his lips captured hers in a kiss that was desperate and demanding. He backed her against the wall, his hands sliding to her waist as he deepened the kiss.
Ruhanika’s resistance melted under his touch, replaced by the fire he ignited in her. She fisted his shirt, pulling him closer, her breath hitching as his lips trailed down her jawline and to the sensitive spot on her neck.
“Adhiraj,” she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and frustration.
“I’m yours, Rooh,” he murmured against her skin, his hands tracing slow, deliberate paths along her sides. “Every part of me belongs to you.”
His words sent a shiver through her, but a flicker of doubt still lingered. She pulled back slightly, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself.
“You say that now,” she said, her voice trembling. “But what about tomorrow? What if she’s not done trying to pull you back into her world?”
Adhiraj placed his forehead against hers, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that took her breath away. “Then I’ll fight for you, Ruhanika. I’ll fight for us. No one—no one—means more to me than you.”
For a moment, she let herself believe him. She let herself feel the weight of his devotion in the way he touched her, the way he looked at her like she was his entire world.
But as they stood there, locked in each other’s arms, the shadow of Samaira loomed large.
And neither of them could deny that the road ahead would be anything but easy.
꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ Okiee Love you always Byieee 💋🌸
