YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

54- The eyes

(A really long chapter, just as everyone wanted! Never writing such a long chapter again from now on.)😓 (let's see)

Bawling my eyes out right now because everything seems to be against me at this point😭

peace manga tha bhagwan ne peace ka 'P' bhi nahi diya hai🙏🏻

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AUTHOR'S POV–

"Bohot yaad aa rahi hai tumhari..." Rashvik's words slurred slightly, the alcohol loosening his tongue, but his feelings remained genuine.

(I'm missing you so much)

The business trip had made him realize just how much Sarakshi meant to him. Each passing day without her only amplified her absence.

The whiskey in his hand did nothing to ease it instead, it made his vulnerability all the more apparent. He was tired.....tired of being away from her.

On the other end, Sarakshi sat frozen. Never, not even in her wildest dreams, had she expected to hear those words from him. Her breath hitched, fingers tightening around the phone. Her mind scrambled to process his words, to convince herself that he wasn't in his senses, that he didn't mean what he was saying.

"I really... really miss you, madam ji," Rashvik chuckled, the sound hollow, pulling her out of her trance.

"Mr. Singh... you're drunk," she breathed out, more for herself than for him, trying to assure herself that his words were nothing but the result of intoxication.

"Nahhh, just tipsy," he said with another chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Do I sound awful? Am I disturbing you?" His voice held a serious edge now, and Sarakshi found herself gripping the phone tighter, her heartbeat stuttering.

"No-no, you're not," she replied instinctively, her words making his lips curl into a soft smile.

"Sarakshi..." he exhaled deeply, his voice quieter now, laced with exhaustion. "I'm tired."

Her heart clenched. "Where are you right now?" Her voice turned firm, a mix of concern and urgency. She could feel her body heating up, the weight of his words affecting her more than she would ever admit.

"At the bar," he answered simply, taking another sip of his drink before sighing.

"Are you alone?"

Rashvik rested his head against the counter, eyes heavy. "No."

"Then why are you still there, Mr. Singh? Go back to the hotel and sleep. It's late, you should be resting," she scolded, her worry evident in her tone.

He smiled at her words, warmth spreading in his chest. She cared. She always did. "I'll go... just a few more minutes. I want another drink." He tapped the counter for a refill.

"Mr. Singh, no!" Her voice sharpened, making him pause. "Not a single drop more. You already sound drunk. Please, no more drinks." Though her tone softened slightly, it still held authority.

Rashvik pouted like a child caught red-handed. "Okay, no more. Promiseeee," he said, reluctantly pulling his hand away from the glass.

Sarakshi exhaled in relief. "Is Ashish bhaiya with you?"

He hummed in response, tilting his head in his friend's direction.

"Good. Give him the phone, I need to talk to him."

The moment the words left her lips, Rashvik's brows furrowed. Like a petulant child, he refused instantly. "NO! Talk to me. Not to anyone else. Just me." His voice was low, serious. "Not to that Mayank guy, not to Ashish. No one."