Always Yours

Karwachauth

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Mahak slowly pushed the door open and peeked inside, only to find Rudra lounging on the sofa, scrolling through his phone like he owned the world. With a mix of hesitation and determination, she walked over and planted herself right in front of him. 

Rudra’s eyes flicked up, a sly smirk curving his lips. Without a word, he grabbed her hand and, with a swift tug, pulled her into his lap like she belonged there. 

“So? What’s the matter now? And how come I always know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, his smirk deepening. 

Mahak rolled her eyes dramatically. “I have no idea how you do it, but let me tell you, I hate it!” she snapped, though her tone betrayed a hint of amusement. 

Resting his head on her shoulder, Rudra murmured, “Well, there’s only one wife I have to keep track of, babydoll Or what, did you expect me to get a couple more?” 

Now tell me clearly what do you want Rudra asked

"Rudra, tomorrow’s Karwa Chauth… my first one. I want to keep the fast," Mahak said, her eyes pleading as she looked at him. 

"Absolutely not. Don’t even think about fasting," Rudra shot back, his voice sharp and unyielding. 

"Why not?" she asked, her tone laced with frustration, like a child stubbornly refusing to give up. 

"Your health was bad just recently, wasn’t it? You’re still not fit enough to keep a fast," Rudra replied, his tone cold and matter-of-fact. 

"But I’m perfectly fine now. I don’t feel weak at all," Mahak insisted, her determination evident. 

"And what if you fall sick again after fasting? There’s no need for all this," Rudra’s patience was wearing thin. "I don’t believe in these rituals anyway." 

"But I do," she countered firmly. "And I want to fast, just like every married woman does for her husband." Mahak pushed herself off his lap, standing her ground. 

"I said *no*—and *no* means *no.* Why don’t you get that the first time?" Rudra’s voice thundered, his anger spilling over. His sharp tone made her heart skip a beat, but she refused to back down. 

Mahak, however, wasn’t one to give up so easily. Stomping her foot, she shot back, "No, I don’t get it. Why does it always have to be your way? I *want* to fast, and I *will* fast." 

Rudra clenched his jaw, his frustration simmering like a volcano ready to erupt. But instead of arguing further, he grabbed his phone and strode towards the door. 

"End of discussion. I’m leaving for Delhi tomorrow anyway. Keep your fast alone—and break it alone too," he said, his voice cold as steel. 

Mahak stood there, staring at his retreating figure, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. For the first time, Rudra had raised his voice at her. For the first time, he had denied her something she deeply wanted. 

This wasn’t just a fast for Mahak—it was her way of expressing love, a belief she held close to her heart.

Mahak started preparing for her pooja but didn’t even realize when she dozed off while arranging everything. Her sleep broke to the sound of a faint commotion. She checked her phone—it was 3 AM. Switching on the bedside lamp, she saw Rudra getting dressed.