he never believed in love, she never understood love what happens when they're put together by the destiny?
Rudraksh Malhotra is one of the top youngest businessman in India. Ruthless, arrogant, ambitious, fierce. Workaholic by nature. He gets ever...
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RUDRAKSH
A sharp scream jolts me awake. For a second, I’m frozen, my sleep-fogged brain struggling to register what just happened. Then I hear it again—Shivani’s voice, high-pitched and panicked. I bolt upright, heart hammering, my hands fumbling for the lamp switch. “Shivani? Baby, what’s wrong?” She’s sitting up in bed, clutching the sheets, her face contorted in pain.
“Oh God—Rudra—something’s happening—” she gasps, her fingers digging into my arm.
Panic shoots through me like a bolt of lightning. “Something? What something? Are you okay? Should I call someone? Should I—”
“My water broke!” she wails, looking down at the damp sheets. I stare at her. Then at the bed. Then back at her. “…Oh.”
Silence.
Then, my brain finally kicks into gear. “OH! OH SHIT—THE BABY! IT’S HAPPENING—”
I launch out of bed in a frenzy, tripping over the blanket and nearly face-planting on the floor. I scramble to my feet, running my hands through my hair, my heart pounding so hard I swear I can hear it in my ears. “Okay, okay, hospital—bag—we need a bag!” I ramble, darting toward the closet and yanking it open so hard it nearly comes off the hinges. I grab the hospital bag we packed weeks ago and rush back to her. “Baby, breathe, okay? You got this—”
“I KNOW I HAVE TO BREATHE, YOU IDIOT!” Shivani shrieks, gripping my wrist as another contraction hits.
“Right, right, sorry—” I yelp, nearly toppling over from the force of her grip. Suddenly, the door slams open.
“What happened?!” My mom rushes in, and Aarav is right behind her.
“The baby’s coming!” I exclaim.
That’s all it takes for the entire household to erupt into chaos. Aditi and Chachi rush in next, talking over each other, Maa is already calling the driver, and Aarav is trying to calm everyone down but failing miserably. Meanwhile, Shivani groans in frustration. “Can we stop yelling and go?”
“YES! Right! GO!” I scoop her up in my arms before she can protest, carrying her down the stairs.
“Rudra, I can walk!” she says breathlessly.
“Nope. I am not allowing my pregnant wife with broken water to walk, I’m carrying you. End of discussion.”
She lets out a frustrated huff but clings to me anyway as I hurry to the car.
At the Hospital
By the time we reach the hospital, I’m a nervous wreck. Shivani is wheeled into the labor room, and the nurse tries to make me stay outside, but I shake my head furiously.
