Always Yours

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The silence in the hospital  was deafening.

Everyone had retreated to home  heavy-hearted and hollow. Only Rudra stood still in the middle of the hall like a man abandoned by time. Gauri sat at the bottom of the stairs, her arms wrapped around her knees, silently crying. Sudha’s eyes were red from weeping, and Dadi hadn’t spoken a word since Mahak left.

But Rudra... he hadn’t moved an inch.

He stood there with the same blank stare, the same clenched fists, and the same broken breath. The clock kept ticking, yet for Rudra, time had frozen at the moment Mahak turned and walked away.

He had let her go.

And now, every fiber of his being screamed in regret.

It took everything Harsh and Shivansh had to drag Rudra back home from the hospital.
The man was hell-bent on not returning refused point blank.
But in the end, Shivansh had to force him, all thanks to the heavy security pressure breathing down their necks.
Rudra didn’t walk back into that house he was dragged by duty, not desire

Late night. Rudra’s room.

The door creaked as he entered, and the first thing he saw was their pictures together he brushed his fingers against the picture and said it was all my fault babydoll

He opened the closet—and there it was.
Everything.
Mahak’s clothes, her scent, her presence… everything

Rudra clutched one of her dupattas to his chest, sank down onto the cold floor, and let the weight of her absence crush him.
Tears streamed down his face—silent at first, then shattering sobs.
He wept like a man who had just lost the only heartbeat that kept him alive.

After what felt like hours, he folded her clothes gently and placed them back exactly where they belonged.
Wiping his face, he whispered to the silence,
“It still feels like you're here… like any moment, you'll storm in, mad as hell, and say—
‘Who comes home this late? You don’t care about me, do you? That’s why you keep me waiting like this.’'

And again tears started streaming down

Mahak, inside the plane.

She sat by the window, her forehead resting against the cold glass, watching the city lights fade below. Her chest felt like it was caving in, her heart squeezing with every breath.

Was this what love, care, attachment  felt like?
Because it didn’t.
It felt like death.

The ring on her finger still gleamed under the dim flight lights. She tried to remove it. Her fingers trembled. But she couldn’t.

Her eyes welled up again.

"Why did he do this with me ...?"
"Just once...he can tell me the truth he can apologize for his actions may be i forgive him may be i accept him again

Back to Rudra’s room.

Rudra sat on the edge of the bed, holding a small frame. A picture of Mahak, taken during her birthday party in  the house. Her smile. Her eyes. The innocence.

His thumb brushed against the glass.

"Maine tujhe kabhi keh nahi paaya, par sach yeh hai ki... mere dil me meri zindgi me tum thi tum ho sirf tum rahogi mai bahut  mohabbat karta hoon tumse babydoll please wapas aa jao "