YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

55- The Truth

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AUTHOR'S POV-

A few hours ago-

The alarm blared at full volume, rudely slicing through the peaceful cocoon of the morning. The couple groaned in unison, instinctively snuggling even closer, as if the warmth of each other could drown out the noise. Rashvik's arms tightened around her, protective and possessive, while Sarakshi buried her face deeper into the curve of his neck, breathing in the comforting scent of him.

Their fingers were intertwined, resting gently on Rashvik's chest, rising and falling with every breath he took. That simple touch-steady and familiar was more than just a gesture. It was home. A quiet, wordless promise that neither of them dared to speak aloud yet, but both understood more clearly with each passing day.

Neither of them had said it-those three words that seemed to linger in every glance, every silence, every shared smile. But they knew. They knew exactly what was happening between them. The unspoken truth of their feelings had slowly begun to settle, taking root in the quiet intimacy of everyday moments.

The past five or six days, Rashvik stepped fully into the role of caretaker, refusing to let Sarakshi lift even a finger. Ever since she'd fallen ill, he had been waking up early, before anyone else in the house to make breakfast and quietly ensure that everything was in order.

For someone who was practically allergic to mornings, it was a big shift. But for her, he did it all, willingly. Without complaint. With a kind of silent devotion that didn't need grand declarations.

Today, however, marked a return to the usual rhythm. Sarakshi had convinced him, with much coaxing (and a bit of emotional blackmail), that she was completely fine and ready to resume college. He had agreed eventually, though his eyes still betrayed the worry he refused to voice. She was stubborn, and he... he couldn't say no to her for long.

As the alarm kept buzzing, she shifted slightly in his arms, letting out a soft groan. Her eyes fluttered open, lashes brushing against his skin, and she sighed deeply, resting her cheek more comfortably on his chest.

"Ummmmm..." Rashvik groaned groggily, eyebrows furrowed in clear irritation.
"Band karo yaar is haramkhor ko... aur fek do bahar," he muttered, voice hoarse with sleep and annoyance.

(Stop this bastard and throw it out)

Sarakshi burst into soft giggles, muffling the sound against his chest. "Itna violent reaction kyun, Mr. Caretaker?" she teased, reaching over him to finally silence the alarm. The sudden quiet was blissful.

(Why this violent reaction, Mr. Caretaker?)

He let out a dramatic sigh and pulled her back into him. "Because this haramkhor ne meri neend ki maa-behen kar di," he mumbled, eyes still closed, refusing to move.

(because this bastard totally ruined my sleep)

"You were the one who set it," she reminded him, tracing lazy circles on his chest with her finger.

He smirked sleepily. "Haan, thik hai but Abhi toh bas tum mai aur ye blanket. Baaki duniya jaye bhaad mein."

(Okay, but right now it's just you and me and this blanket. Rest of the world can go to hell)

She smiled, heart full, and pressed a soft, playful kiss to his collarbone, giggling quietly.
"Shut up," she murmured, the blush now a permanent hue on her cheeks.

"As you say..." he whispered, grinning as their chuckles tangled in the silence of the morning.

Sarakshi shifted, ready to pull herself away from the warmth and begin the day, but just as she swung a leg off the bed, Rashvik caught her hand and gently tugged her back beside him.