Always Yours

Which girl were you with ?

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Mahak’s hand collided with Rudra’s cheek, the sharp crack of the slap echoing through the room like a gunshot. Rudra stood frozen, the sting burning his skin, but the fire in Mahak’s eyes burned hotter. Her face was twisted in anger, unshed tears glistening in her gaze. 

Before Rudra could react, her trembling fingers curled into the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer. "Which girl were you with?" she demanded, her voice like steel wrapped in rage. 

Rudra exhaled sharply, gripping her wrists, trying to pry her off. "Have you lost your mind, Mahak?" 

"Yes! I have!" she snapped, shoving him back. "Because your shirt reeks of another woman’s perfume." 

Rudra’s jaw clenched. "You're overthinking this—" 

Mahak cut him off, her tone a deadly whisper. "Don’t. This isn’t my perfume. It’s not Gauri’s either. In fact, no woman I know wears this scent. So tell me, Rudra—how the hell did it end up on you?" 

His fingers flexed at his sides, his voice dropping low. "No one gets that close to me except you, Mahak. I don’t have time for this nonsense. If I wanted to be with someone else, I wouldn’t have married you." 

Just as he finished speaking, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting. Without another word, he muttered, "I have to take this call. I’m sorry," and walked out, leaving Mahak seething in silence. 

Mahak sat on the bed, watching Rudra walk out of the room. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she muttered to herself, **"I don’t know who to trust anymore."** Rudra’s words had felt genuine, but that damn perfume—it wasn’t something she could ignore. **Doubt had crept into her heart, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake it off.** 

Lost in her own turmoil, she didn’t realize how much time had passed. 

Evening fell, and outside, Gauri and Shivansh were returning home. Rudra, standing on the balcony, caught sight of them. His sharp gaze immediately landed on Shivansh—his hand had a deep gash, and there was a cut on his forehead. 

Inside, everyone was gathered in the living room, concern thick in the air. As soon as Shivansh stepped in, people moved to make space for him, their worried voices overlapping. 

**"Shivansh, what happened? How did you get hurt?"** 

Hearing the commotion, Mahak hurried downstairs. Her heart clenched at the sight of her brother’s injuries. Rushing to him, she grabbed his arm. **"Bhai, who did this to you?"** 

Before Shivansh could answer, a sharp voice cut through the room. 

**"Enough!"** 

Rudra’s tone was loud, commanding, instantly shifting everyone’s attention to him. 

Shivansh stiffened. Without missing a beat, he tucked his wounded hand behind his back as Rudra’s dark eyes locked onto him. 

**"Meet me in my room. Now."** 

Shivansh hesitated for a split second before silently following Rudra into the study. The door shut behind them, leaving a tense silence in its wake. 

Inside the study, Shivansh stood with his head bowed. Rudra slammed his palm against the table, his voice laced with anger. 

**"What the hell happened? You’re losing control again, aren’t you? After all these years of discipline, you want to throw it all away?"**