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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Chapter: Unspoken Bonds
The days after their quiet evening on the couch had been transformative for Ruhanika and Adhiraj. Things felt different between them, in the best way possible. It wasn’t just about romantic gestures or the fleeting moments of passion. It was about a deeper understanding—of the wounds they both carried, of the silence they had learned to fill with presence, and the trust they were still building together.
That night, after their intimate conversation, Ruhanika felt something within her shift. There had always been a gap between them—an unspoken distance that neither of them had fully addressed. But now, with Adhiraj’s reassurance and his steady presence, she felt like she could let go of the fears that had been holding her back.
Adhiraj had become her anchor, and slowly, she realized she wanted to be the same for him.
One weekend, the two of them found themselves sitting at a small café in their neighborhood. The morning sun streamed through the windows, bathing them in golden light. It was the kind of day that made everything feel a little bit softer, as though the world outside was holding its breath in quiet anticipation.
Ruhanika stirred her coffee absentmindedly, watching the steam rise. Adhiraj, on the other hand, had his eyes fixed on her, his expression relaxed yet attentive. There was something different in the way he looked at her now. Something deeper.
“You know,” Adhiraj began, breaking the comfortable silence between them, “I’ve been thinking about how far we’ve come... how much we’ve grown, individually and together.”
Ruhanika looked up, meeting his gaze. There was a warmth there that made her heart flutter—a quiet admiration in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before, even during their most intense moments together.
“Sometimes, I still don’t believe it,” she confessed, her voice soft but full of meaning. “That I could be so open with you... that I could trust you this much.”
Adhiraj smiled, his thumb brushing over the rim of his cup as he leaned in just a little closer. “I’ll never take that for granted, Rooh. Ever. I know the trust you’re giving me isn’t easy to come by. And I want you to know I’m not going anywhere.”
The tenderness in his voice was enough to make her breath catch in her throat. She had always feared abandonment—feared that people she loved would walk away. But with Adhiraj, every word, every gesture, told her a different story.
“I feel the same,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I never thought I could love someone like this. Or let myself be loved in return.”
Their fingers brushed, and the contact felt electric, like an unspoken promise. Ruhanika felt herself lean toward him instinctively, drawn in by the quiet understanding they had developed. And in that moment, she realized how much she had been holding back, how much of herself she had kept hidden. She had been scared of opening up, but Adhiraj’s patience and love were teaching her that vulnerability wasn’t a weakness—it was a strength.
Without thinking, she reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. Adhiraj’s eyes softened as he held her gaze, their connection deepening in a way that words couldn’t fully express.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”
Her heart fluttered at the question, and before she could answer, she felt his lips on hers—a soft, gentle kiss that was full of affection and tenderness. It wasn’t rushed or demanding, but rather an intimate moment that was shared quietly between them. It felt like an unspoken declaration—a seal of trust, a quiet vow to always stand by each other.
When they pulled away, Ruhanika’s eyes were a little brighter, her smile a little more sure. She had always been afraid of love, but now she was learning to embrace it.
Adhiraj’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, a slight smile on his lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, his voice low and filled with an intimacy that made Ruhanika’s heart race.
She chuckled softly, her cheeks flushed with warmth. “I think I’m starting to realize that I don’t mind it as much as I used to.”
With a playful grin, Adhiraj pulled her a little closer, their shoulders touching as they leaned in once more, this time for a more lingering kiss. Ruhanika could feel the world around them fading away as they shared the moment. All that mattered was the gentle pressure of his lips, the warmth of his touch, and the steady rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.
As they finally broke apart, Ruhanika rested her head on his shoulder, feeling a deep sense of contentment settle within her. “I’m glad I have you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Adhiraj placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, wrapping his arm around her protectively. “And I’m glad I have you, Rooh. Always.”
For the first time in a long while, Ruhanika felt truly at peace. It wasn’t that all her struggles were behind her. It wasn’t that the world was suddenly perfect. But in Adhiraj’s arms, with the quiet understanding between them, she knew that they could face whatever came next—together.
And maybe, just maybe, love really was the answer. The answer to the pain, the doubts, and the fears that had once held her captive. Because, with him, Ruhanika had found something she thought she could never have: a love that was steady, unwavering, and full of the kind of intimacy that made her feel like she was finally home.
꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ Okieee I love you always Byieee 🩷🦢
