YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

67-Rashu

I know I'm updating very late, but honestly, I haven't been okay.....physically or mentally. Please forgive me. I just wasn't in the condition to write.

Some parts are not edited so plz point out the mistakes, I'll edit them later.

(Not translated, will add translations soon)

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AUTHOR'S POV-

"Rashvik ji, I'm ready," Sarakshi called out casually, adjusting the edge of her saree with one hand, her eyes lowered but her lips curving with a mischievous smile. She knew exactly what she'd done.

Oh my darling is ready... wait!? Did I hear it right? His brain went blank before he could even process.

The files slipped from his fingers. His eyes widened as if someone had punched the breath out of him. "Kya kaha tumne?" he stammered, utterly frozen.

(What did you say?)

She descended another step, eyes flicking up to meet his. "I said I'm ready."

Am I ready for this? he asked himself, chest rising and falling a little too fast.

"No..." he shook his head quickly, taking a step toward her, voice trembling with disbelief. "Usse pehle kya kaha?"

(What did you say before that?)

Her lips twitched, savoring his reaction. She tilted her head and whispered softly, barely above a breath:

"Rashvik ji."

He blinked. Once. Twice. His mind went blank again. This is not real. Am I in heaven?

Prachi's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched the scene unfold.

And him? For a moment, he just stood there like the world had stopped. Then, like lightning striking his very core, his lips spread into the widest smile she had ever seen. His hand flew to his chest, patting hard over his heart as if asking, Did you hear that, buddy?

The answer came instantly-his heartbeat hammering like a wild drum, so hard he thought it might break through his ribs. His hand then shot up to cover his face, ears turning crimson, cheeks burning. He turned away abruptly, almost stumbling, as if her words had knocked the ground beneath his feet.

For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. For a moment, he forgot his entire existence.

But it wasn't just a name. Not just "Rashvik ji." It was another "first" for them. Another heartbeat stitched together. Another promise unspoken but felt. Another proof of love.

Did he just... blush? Sarakshi thought, stepping down the last stair with astonishment painting her smile.

Yes. He did. He fucking blushed-just hearing his own name from his wife's mouth, like it was the holiest mantra.

This man was down bad for her, and it showed in every fiber of him.

Sarakshi bit her lip, hiding her victorious grin as she reached the bottom. "Chaliye, Rashvik ji," she teased softly, tapping his shoulder, her eyes glowing with pride.

(Let's go, Rashvik ji)

"Rashvikkkk~" she sang in a playful tune, and his smile widened helplessly.

Finally, he spun back around, his ears red, his eyes dazed but shining brighter than ever. "Say it again," he demanded, half-boyish, half-breathless.