Kismat Connection♡

Samyuktha

Sometimes, people need a break. A break from the situation. A break from people. A break from life. But in my case, I don’t have that luxury. A break will only delay the plans I have carefully crafted over the years. Now, I’m at the stage where it’s now or never. In my past life, Aastha was the reason everything was destroyed: Rudra’s marriage, his company, his reputation, and I, too, had to pay the price by losing everything I treasured. She loves to play games, blame games, and play the victim card — an attention seeker.

Meanwhile, Tej was raised in an old-school environment, his teachings, thoughts, and behaviour rooted in a patriarchal family. Gradually, he became like one. He is a wolf disguised in a tailored suit and a charming smile, but even then, the mask slips off, revealing his true nature.
Toxic. Controlling. Menace.

I realised it too early, yet too late to escape him.

But Aastha still has no idea; she never actually did. She’s too blind with lust and caught up in his dangerous personality.

Thrill. Money. Power.
Everything she ever wanted, now and then. But isn’t that what everyone desires?
I want it too.

So does that make me evil, too? Probably because what I did and intended to do are not ethical either. Many are and will be deeply hurt, probably cursing me to never exist.
But the destination was destined the moment I was reborn, it seeks sacrifice that I intend to fulfil.
Arrogance. Money. Power.
Everything they desire will be wiped from their life.

And I’ll make sure it happens.
But to make that happen, I have to make sure that this project is successful. Currently, I’m travelling to Bhandardara with the filming crew for the shooting of the song. This is the hill area near Mumbai with a splendid view and amazing people. I thought Rudra would be against, and he was, but he allowed it on a condition.

To be with him.
A low, guttural groan escaped from a person beside me and made a strangled noise, somehow controlling himself from gagging.

Who could it be?
Oh, it’s my husband.

He was sitting by the window, dressed in a black polo t-shirt, complemented by the white trousers. Isn’t his t-shirt a little fit for him? I basically could see the muscles from the surface, the ones he spent hours on in the morning.

His closed eyes and slow breathing indicate that he has motion sickness. He shouldn’t be travelling on the bus, but he is so stubborn. He wouldn’t listen to anyone. I’m so mad at him for being reckless; we could have gone from the car separately, but due to some restriction there, I had no choice but to let him come with me on the bus.

“Rudra, are you okay? Should I ask the driver for a break?” I moved closer, whispering, not wanting anyone to hear us.

"It’s bearable in the AC bus."

"You shouldn’t have come knowing your motion sickness."

"I won’t leave you alone," he said, taking my hand in his and still being stubborn as ever.

I scanned the rest of the people on the bus; some were gossiping, sleeping, engaging on their phones, or relaxing. I relaxed a bit, hoping no one noticed us. Looking back at him, he appeared so relaxed as if he hadn’t just shaken my entire being.

Everything overwhelmed me—whatever happened that day, the fight, confrontation, kiss, confession, and the aftermath. I couldn’t stop smiling, and from my peripheral view, I saw his lips curve into a beautiful smile.

I knew my feelings for him were getting stronger with each passing day. I knew I had to restrain myself, and I did, but at that moment, when he was just a breath away, I surrendered. And I don’t regret it; it was everything I never knew I needed.