His sukoon : His junoon

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ENJOY :-)

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Rudransh entered the penthouse they were staying in, his suit jacket hanging loosely in his arms. He had wanted to pick Isha up from college, but he learned she had left early and only returned home late. Though he had two guards following her, even they wouldn't disclose what she had done, only assuring him that she was safe.

He was angry, but her soft voice over the phone telling him she was fine had momentarily eased his worries. Still, the restless longing to see her was clawing at him. He had been too busy with work since they arrived here, but he wasn't taking it anymore. He needed her presence.

He stepped further inside, his sharp eyes scanning the empty space with growing irritation. The absence of the maids felt off. Throwing his suit on the couch, he walked ahead, his footsteps echoing faintly in the silence. As he neared the kitchen, faint noises drew his attention, and his feet moved in that direction.

Halting at the doorway, his brows furrowed slightly at the sight before him and then they softened.

Isha stumbled while placing a spoon on a plate, turning to him so quickly she almost lost her balance. Somehow, she steadied herself, her gaze immediately dropping to the floor. Her body language screamed nervousness, and she avoided his eyes as though meeting his intense stare would set her on fire.

Rudransh's sharp, dark eyes swept over the dishes on the table, the rich aroma of food entering his senses. Plates were clumsily arranged, with a few still stacked on top of each other.

"A-aap jaldi aa g-gye?" Her soft, stuttering voice broke his trance. His gaze flicked to her, noting her bare feet as they shifted awkwardly against the floor, the anklet on her feet tinkling. Her fingers played with the edge of the tablecloth.

She was clad in a cream colored shirt tucked in black pants. Her hair was open but she had placed two clips to hold them from framing her face. She was still waiting for his response but feeling his gaze on her made her heart thud faster.

She was already nervous about this, thinking if he would like it or not. And she also tried to pick a simple dress to not make him feel like she is being too much. And when he suddenly came before she can even finish the preparation made her more nervous. As if she was caught in stealing. 

Seeing his dark eyes pinned on her made her squirm on her place. When he didn't respond she felt nervous and started explaining herself.

"I-I wanted to make you something, to eat-umm you like. I saw you mostly eating them and I also asked ma, s-so I tried. "She stuttered badly and gulped when he still didn't say anything. 

He walked towards her and stood close to her. "And what did she said I like?" His deep voice created goosebumps on her skin and she looked up at him. 

"..." She tried to form words but what could she tell him. 

I don't know, yes!........... 

He likes you the most.

Her mother-in -law surely didn't help much, so she made what she liked and what she saw him eating mostly. 

He saw her being red so he just pulled the seat beside her and made her sit on it. He walked to the sink to wash his hand and then to the chair close to her and opened the first  button of his shirt and then the cuffs , folding them upwards.

He sat and held her hand before she can serve him and started serving the food on both their plates.

They started eating silently and Isha felt like to say everything she practiced.