YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

47- Stay

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RASHVIK'S POV-

I turned my head slightly to see Sarakshi. Her head was leaned back, her eyes closed as she took a deep, calming breath.

A few minutes earlier, when I held her close and a tear escaped from her eyes, my heart ached. It ached so deeply it felt like it might stop working any moment.

When I saw her running toward me with tears streaming down her face, I experienced an unfamiliar and overwhelming feeling—something I'd never felt before for anyone. It was a strange blend of fear, sympathy, rage, and... belonging.

Fear for whatever had caused her pain.
Sympathy for the way she trembled, looking so fragile as she cried.
Rage toward whoever or whatever had hurt her.
And belonging... because in that moment, she felt like she was mine. Mine to protect. Mine to care for. She is mine.

I didn't know what conversation she'd had with her stepbrother, but I knew one thing for sure: it was always them. They were the ones who reduced her to this raw, vulnerable state. Whether it was that awful incident at the party that led to her hyperventilating, or today—it was always them.

And as much as I wanted to ask her about it, to demand answers, I couldn't. How could I, when she'd pleaded with me not to? The way she begged me not to talk about them made it impossible to push her. I had to wait, to hold my questions until she was ready to answer them herself.

Still, the things I'd read in her diary lingered in my mind, unanswered and unsettling. But amidst all the confusion and the ache in my heart, I couldn't ignore the way it fluttered when she came to me, unhesitant and natural, hugging me like I was her safe place. There were no formalities, no hesitation—only a quiet authority in the way she embraced me. That moment made me realize just how far we had come.

A faint smile crept onto my face. I glanced at her one last time before fixing my eyes on the road ahead. Silence filled the car on the drive home, broken only by the excited voice of our little one.

"Dadaa!" he called out as I pulled up in front of the house. His bright voice brought Sarakshi out of her thoughts.

"Bacchaa!" I replied, matching his energy as I lifted him into my lap. His giggles filled the air, and Sarakshi ruffled his hair with a soft smile.

"Dadda, chocate!" he said, looking up at me with his big, puppy-eyes. I couldn't help but laugh as I kissed his chubby cheeks.

Even though we had at least a month's worth of chocolate stocked at home, I still started the engine, ready to drive to the store to get him more. How could I deny my boy his chocolates?

Or his mumma, for that matter, when she asks me not to talk about her past. Like mother, like son.

"Mr. Singh, chocolates toh ghar mein rakhi hui hain," Sarakshi said with a sigh, though her eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Pichu wants new chocolates," I replied, grinning. She shook her head, chuckling softly as I drove off, our son's laughter filling the car.

Yes! Our.....our son. Me and my Chotu's!

After buying chocolates and other snacks for Pichu, I dropped both Sarakshi and him home. Once they were inside, I drove back to the office. On my way, as usual, my mind was clouded with her thoughts.

She has carved out a little corner of my mind, and I know she's never going to leave it. This chotu! I chuckled at the thought.

When I entered the office, I was greeted by Dad. That was unexpected—he should have been in his own office.