YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

40-A sudden encounter

This Rashvik 🤌🏻😭 [Read the chapter haha:)]

AUTHOR'S POV-

After their little moment, they retreated to their rooms, feeling much lighter in each other's presence. Rashvik was genuinely thankful to Sarakshi for her support, even though she had no personal involvement in the matter.

Just one request from him, and she was there, standing beside him all day, facing every challenge without hesitation.

As they entered their "shared room," Rashvik headed straight to the balcony with Pichu in his arms. The little boy clung to him tightly, burying his face in his dadda's neck and murmuring a few incoherent words.

Sarakshi followed them quietly, leaning against the doorframe as she observed the beautiful bond between her dear rude Singh and her little kiddo.

"Pichu wifh Aush" the toddler whined softly, looking at Rashvik with a sad expression.

"You want to go back to Aarush?" Rashvik asked, gently ruffling his son's soft hair.

"Play wifh Aush" Pichu pouted, his eyes full of innocence.

"You've been playing with him all day, Betu, and now it's time to rest. He's at home resting, and you need to do the same. No more playing today. You can play with him tomorrow, okay?" Rashvik explained patiently.

Pichu frowned, his lips trembling slightly as he buried his face further into Rashvik's neck, his tiny fists clutching his dadda's shirt.

"Don't be sad, Babu. You'll play with him tomorrow, alright?" Sarakshi chimed in, stepping forward to rest a comforting hand on Pichu's back. Her arm brushed against Rashvik's as she stood beside him, a faint spark coursing through them both.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling him Babu?" Rashvik muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.

"A thousand times" Sarakshi shot back with a smirk, "and I'll still call him that."

Turning her attention to the sulking child, she cooed, "Come on, Babu, give me a big smile!" She leaned closer to peck Pichu on the cheek. Since his face rested on Rashvik's shoulder, she had to tiptoe to reach him.

Rashvik noticed her struggling to reach up and couldn't resist a mischievous smirk. Just as Sarakshi was about to kiss Pichu, he tiptoed himself, elevating his height further.

"Mr. Singh, don't do that!" she exclaimed in disbelief, trying harder to reach him.

Rashvik, finding her futile attempts amusing, stayed put. He didn't even need to try-her small frame only emphasized the height difference. Pichu, witnessing their playful exchange, burst into giggles. His laughter only encouraged Rashvik to continue teasing Sarakshi, who was now determined to succeed.

"Mr. Singh, stop it!" she huffed, chasing him as he turned away, taking Pichu along. Every time she tried to reach one side, he moved to the other, laughing at her growing frustration.

Pichu's giggles echoed in the air, blending with Rashvik's taunts of "You can't catch me!" and Sarakshi's indignant cries of "Mr. Singh, don't do this!"

Finally, Sarakshi tried to outsmart him by turning unexpectedly, only to bump her head against his chest. Startled, she stumbled back but instinctively grabbed his shirt for support. Rashvik immediately secured his arm around her waist, holding her close to prevent her from falling.

For a few heartbeats, neither of them moved. Sarakshi's rapid breathing tickled his chest, their hearts pounding in sync. They couldn't decide whether it was from their playful chase or the sudden closeness.