𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"56. A Symphony of Emotions"

Guys, this novel was already completed in June last year. I’m just republishing it now, so please stop comparing it. If I see more comparison comments, I’ll stop updating further chapters.

Dusri Novel ke characters pasand hai toh unki tareef udhar jaake kariye, idhar nahi🥲🥲

Aur kisi bhi word pe kisi ka copyright nahi hai jo isse ye yaad aa gayi vo yaad aa gaya chalu rehta hai sabka😑😑

Mujhe nahi janna kon yaad aaya hai, Novel kaisi hai, pasand aa rahi hai ya nahi vo janna hota hai mujhe🥲

Per chapter 10K words, durson ki publicity ke liye nahi likhe hai maine, Aayi samajh😑😑

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"Use labon ki kya zaroorat,
Uski toh aakhein bhi karti hai baatein,
Uska ehsaas hai, uski yaad hai,
Bas aisi hi kat ti hai meri din aur raatein"

-Vaaidehi
(-Fictionflare_)

The Next morning,
Rudraksh stretched a little and sat up, running a hand through his hair with a fond smile, he found himself alone on the bed. His heart swelled with admiration for Ruhanika. He looked at the time and shook his head in disbelief. It was well past his usual gym hours, and he knew exactly who was behind this, his mischievous wife. A smirk played on his lips as he sighed, shaking his head. 

A fond smile played on his lips as he recalled how Ruhanika had taken care of both him and Rishwik last night with such patience and maturity. She always had a way of grounding him, of making everything feel okay even when his emotions were all over the place, it made him fall for her all over again.

Rudraksh: "Ruhh, jaana closet me ho kya??"
(Ruhh, my love, are you in the closet?)

When Rudraksh didn't receive any reply, he let out a small sigh and stepped down from the bed. His habit of cleanliness took over as he quickly straightened the sheets, ensuring everything was in order. Once satisfied, he slipped on his slippers and, instead of heading to the washroom, decided to leave the room. 

His steps led him to Rishwik's room, where he found his younger brother still fast asleep, curled up in the duvet like a baby. A soft smile appeared on Rudraksh's face as he took in the peaceful sight. Without disturbing him, he sat beside him and gently caressed his head, his fingers threading through his hair with warmth and care. A wave of nostalgia washed over him, no matter how much they grew up, Rishwik would always remain his little brother.

Rudraksh: "Chotee"
(younger one)

Rishwik smiled in his sleep, a peaceful expression settling on his face. Seeing this, Rudraksh couldn't help but smile as well. He continued to gently caress Rishwik's head, his touch filled with warmth and affection.

Rudraksh: "The best hacker Rishwik the great Malhotra jii uth jaiye."
(The best hacker, Rishwik the great Malhotra sir, wake up!)

Rudraksh chuckled at his own words, fully aware of how self-obsessed his brother was. Shaking his head in amusement, he watched as Rishwik merely stirred in his sleep but didn't wake up. Letting out a sigh, Rudraksh smiled fondly at the sleepyhead, knowing it would take more than this to rouse him.

Rudraksh: "Ruhh ko aise hi sleepyhead bolta hu main, asli kumbhkaran toh ye ladka hai."
(I call Ruhh a sleepyhead, but the real Kumbhkaran is this boy.)