YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

46- Late night

AUTHOR'S POV-

"AGAR AAPKO NAHI RAKHNA HAI APNA KHAYAL TOH MAT RAKHIYE, LEKIN MUJHE RAKHNE DIJIYE!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with both anger and concern. For the first time ever, Sarakshi had raised her voice at him—at Rashvik.

(if you don't want to take care of yourself than don't but let me take care of you)

Her words resonated through the room, louder than she intended, almost a shout. Good thing Pichu was fast asleep; otherwise, he would have woken up crying at the sudden commotion.

Rashvik froze mid-step, his back facing her, the half-hearted motion of adjusting his cufflinks coming to an abrupt halt. His mouth fell open slightly, unable to process the intensity of her outburst. His mind raced, searching for words, for an explanation, but he could find none.

Rakshit and Reyansh were, momentarily paralyzed. They stared at Sarakshi with wide, startled eyes as if witnessing an impossible event. Her voice had cut through the air with such force that it sent chills down their spines. This was not the Sarakshi they knew—the one who was always calm, composed, and unshakably gentle.

Sarakshi exhaled sharply, closing her eyes for a brief moment to steady herself, but her frustration surged again. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her emotions in check. For her, anger leads to tears....always.

Seeing Rashvik stubbornly insist on going to the office despite being visibly unwell was breaking her from within. It wasn't just frustration; it was concern—concern for the man she had fallen in love with, the first person who had ever captured her heart so completely.

Her worry, bottled up and spiraled into a helpless, overwhelming anger that she could no longer contain. She wanted his well-being in every sense, not out of duty but out of the pure, unyielding love she felt for him. She care deeply for him. And that care, rooted in her love, was the reason she couldn't stand his stubbornness anymore.

She turned on her heel and moved toward the other side of the room, where a pile of freshly washed clothes lay messily scattered on the side couch. Her hands moved briskly, aggressively folding one of his shirts as if she intended to tear it apart.

"Go," she muttered, her voice lower now but still laced with sharp sternness. "Why are you just standing there? The office is waiting for you, isn't it?"

Rashvik slowly turned to face her, his wide eyes locked on her figure. He looked like he'd been struck by lightning, unable to utter a word. Her tone, her fury—both were foreign to him, completely out of character for the woman he thought he knew.

Sarakshi kept her back to him, her hands trembling as she folded another shirt. The room felt heavy, weighed down by unspoken emotions. Rashvik opened his mouth, then closed it again, utterly lost.

"Bhai, don't go, please," Reyansh whispered urgently in Rashvik's ear, his tone soft but firm.

Rakshit shook his head subtly from behind, signaling with a stern glance that Rashvik shouldn't even think about leaving.

"Tumlogo ko lagta hai mai ye roop dekhne ke baad jaunga?" Rashvik whispered back, his voice trembling with genuine fear. His eyes darted nervously toward Sarakshi, who stood stiffly near the couch, still furiously folding clothes. "Shant karo na ise, tumlogo ki sunti hai na," he pleaded, his tone desperate as he looked at his brothers with wide, imploring eyes.

(you guys think i'll go after seeing her this side) (quiet her down, she listens to you guys)

Rakshit patted his shoulder with mock sympathy. "All the best, bhai," he said with a wry smile, while Reyansh mimicked zipping his mouth shut, shaking his head as if to say, You're on your own this time.