Always Yours

Romance between them

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Just as Mahak was about to walk closer to Rudra, his phone buzzed. It was a call from the Prime Minister’s office—just to congratulate him on Harsh and shanya raaj and simran  wedding. He glanced at the screen and then looked at her with a soft smile.

“I’ll be right back, Babydoll,” he said warmly, brushing his fingers gently against hers. “I want to meet you properly, without any distractions.” With that, he stepped out of the room, leaving Mehak with a fluttering heart and a shy smile.

She stood there for a moment, her mind racing. Let’s make this moment a little more special, she thought.

A spark lit in her eyes. Mahak began decorating their room with delicate candles and fresh flowers, each placed with love, her hands trembling just slightly with nervous excitement. The soft glow of flickering lights filled the room, casting golden reflections on the walls.

Once everything was done, she finally stood in front of the mirror. Her gaze slowly traveled over her reflection—her eyes glowing, cheeks flushed, heart beating wildly.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Rudra walked in.

And stopped.

His eyes widened, taking in the sight of the room—and her.

"You did all this…?" he asked softly, stunned.

He slowly walked toward her, his gaze never leaving hers.

Mehak's breath caught in her throat.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered, voice low and filled with emotion. “So beautiful… that even the universe would pause just to look at you.”

Mahak blushed deeply, her eyes lowering as she shyly hid her face behind her dupatta.

But Rudra reached out gently, lifting the veil from her face, revealing her soft smile and shimmering eyes.

“The room looks stunning,” he murmured, his eyes tender, “but still not as beautiful as you.”

Mahak’s voice trembled slightly as she whispered, “I did all of this for you… tonight, I just want to be yours. Only yours. Completely.”

And with those words, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, her heart finally where it belonged.

Rudra gently lifted Mahak’s chin with his fingers, his eyes searching hers.
"Do you really want this...?" he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Mehak didn’t speak immediately. Instead, she leaned forward and buried her face against his chest, her arms wrapping around him as she softly murmured, “Yes.”

A tender smile touched Rudra’s lips. He placed a slow, delicate kiss on her forehead, then one on her cheek—gentle, reverent. As he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just over hers, he paused again.

“May I?” he asked, giving her that one last moment to decide.

She looked up, a quiet smile curving her lips. “You’re still asking?” she whispered, her voice teasing and filled with affection.

And that was all he needed.

He kissed her—soft at first, but deepening, passionate and lingering. There was no rush, no demand. Just love. Just them. A kiss that made the world fall away.