𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"41. In the Silence of Love"

"Vo hi mera ishq, mera junoon hai,
Meri har saans me uska ehsaas hai,
Vo kuch is tarah se khaas hai,
Ki bas vahi ab mera sukoon hai"

-Vaidehi
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(Ruhaaksh)

After spending a pleasant evening at the RM mansion, Akshavi had come primarily to meet Ruhanika. The two shared a warm and lively conversation, enjoying each other's company throughout the evening. After dinner, as the night wound down, Ashvik offered to drop Akshavi back at her home, ensuring she traveled safely. The rest of the family members exchanged goodnights before retreating to their respective rooms, the mansion slowly quieting as the day came to a close.

Rudraksh stood on the balcony, engrossed in a phone call, his voice calm and steady as he discussed something important. Ruhanika noticed him from across the room, her gaze softening as she saw him standing there. Without a word, she walked toward him and gently took his hand.

He glanced down at her and smiled warmly, raising his eyebrows in silent inquiry. She didn't say anything, simply shaking her head with a small smile, and began pulling him toward the door. Amused, Rudraksh allowed himself to be led, still holding his phone as he continued his conversation, his attention now split between the call and her.

Rudraksh: "Yes, the project should be completed within the next two days at any cost."

Ruhanika guided Rudraksh to the bed, ensuring he was comfortably seated. Without saying a word, she sat beside him and gently took his free hand, leaving the other to hold his phone. She retrieved a small tube of cream from the bedside table. Without saying a word, she began applying the cream to his hand, her touch soft and careful. Rudraksh felt the cool sensation of the cream on his skin and glanced down, noticing Ruhanika's focused expression as she massaged it into his hand. 

A tender smile spread across his face, but he remained on his phone call, allowing her to continue. After a couple of minutes, he ended the call, placing his phone aside. His eyes softened as he watched Ruhanika, who was still diligently massaging his hand with a comforting rhythm. Her thoughtful gesture made him feel cared for in a way that warmed his heart.

Rudraksh: "ye kya kar rahi ho betu??"
(What are you doing, sweetheart?)

Ruhanika, still engrossed in what she was doing, responded without even glancing up at him.

Ruhanika: "Hum haath ki cream laga rahe hai aapko, hume aapke haath bahaut pasand hai na toh khayal rakhna hoga na"
(I'm applying hand cream on you because I love your hands, so I need to take care of them, right?)

Rudraksh couldn't help but chuckle at her reasoning. Amused by her playful logic, he watched as she took his other hand and gently applied cream to it as well, her actions calm and deliberate.

Rudraksh: "Achcha ji, kaha se laati ho roz roz ye sab, kabhi chehre pe kuch toh kabhi haath"
(Oh really? Where do you come up with these things every day—sometimes for my face, now for my hands?)

Ruhanika: "Haa toh aap itne sundar hai toh khayal toh rakhna hoga na"
(Well, you're so beautiful, so I have to take care of you, don't I?)

Rudraksh gently tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

Rudraksh: "Kitni baar bola hai Mallika-e-Aksh aapko ki main handsome hu Sundar nahi"
(How many times have I told you, my queen, that I'm handsome, not beautiful?)

Ruhanika: "Humne bhi toh kaha hai na aapse ki aap Sundar hai toh hai, bas."
(And I've told you that you are beautiful, so that's that.)

Ruhanika finally looked up at him, a playful grin spreading across her face as she finished applying the cream on his hand. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction.