Life is like a rollercoaster,
it has its ups and downs,
but it's your choice whether to scream or enjoy the ride...
When life's rollercoaster throws you off track, do you scream, or do you hold on tight?
For Ira and Rudraksh, the journey is far from...
Rudraksh, dressed in grey trousers and a white sweater, reclined in a white wicker chair that looked almost like a throne. His head rested against the its frame, ankles crossed in languid repose, while his right hand hung limply by his side. The pink cast on his wrist had been replaced by a fresh white one, now suspended cautiously against his chest, secured by white straps looping around his neck and shoulder.
The warm sunlight of early February danced across the stitches on his forehead, visible through the veil of his long black hair that cascaded down to his closed eyes like a waterfall of night, shrouding his forehead and ears in quiet mystery. The soft golden glow of his skin seemed to radiate an inner calm, illuminated by the sun's gentle touch.
His chest rose and fell with each slow breath. Beneath his lids, his almond eyes flickered like candle flames in the breeze. Every so often, his tongue darted out to moisten his bow-shaped red lips, while the sunlight cast intricate shadows of his diamond-shaped face along his neck.
The solace stretched on, and the sounds of nature grew louder - a symphony of life carried by the sweet scent of flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves. The soft chirping of birds wove a calming melody, a tender counterpoint to the distant hum of the world beyond the garden walls.
"Rudraksh," Antara called out, her medium-pitched voice carrying through the garden as she approached him. Her simple green saree rustled softly with each step, accompanied by the gentle clinking of her bangles and anklets. In her hands, she held a plate piled high with steaming pieces of masala dosa, white coconut chutney, and sambar.
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Rudraksh's eyes flickered open, and he squinted against the warm sunlight that danced across his face. He blinked a few times until his gaze finally landed on Antara's calm face.
A faint smile spread across his lips as he straightened his posture, his good arm moving slightly to adjust his position in the chair. The movement caused the white straps supporting his cast to shift, and he winced softly. His face tightened for a moment before relaxing again into a gentle smile.
Antara settled into the empty chair beside him, its legs sinking slightly into the soft grass. She held out the plate to Rudraksh, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she gestured to the food. "Here, eat."
Rudraksh's gaze dropped to the plate, his eyes locking onto the steaming dosas and chutneys. For a moment, his face remained expressionless, his eyes betraying no emotion. Then he looked up at Antara, his nose wrinkling as his lips curled into a faint grimace. "I-I... am full, honestly."
"Shut up." Antara flipped her hair over her shoulder with a fluid motion. The warm sunlight caught her skin, casting a golden glow on her olive complexion. "It's been more than a month now, and you're still stuck in there."
She broke off a piece of dosa, dipped it into the vibrant red chutney, and brought the bite near his lips, her eyes never leaving his face. "C'mon, eat."
