Destined
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Climbing upstairs, She didn't notice a boy in mid twenties coming downstairs and collided with him. Her leg twisted a bit and she shut her eyes tightly as she was about to touch the ground but didn't feel any kind of pain. "Beautiful" He thought as he felt drawn towards her beauty, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks pink in color and lips formed into a pout. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw a pair of ocean blue orbs staring her intently while the boy tends to loose himself in her beautiful, captivating hazel brown orbs. They felt contented in each other's arms, loosing themselves for eachother and the spark within them sent shivers down their spine. "Ahem Ahem" Omru faked a cough breaking their trance passing knowing smiles to eachother. Composing themselves, they averted their gaze. "Can't you walk properly!" The boy retorted, his voice stern and laced with arrogance. "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and couldn't notice you. I apologize, it's my mistake" She apologized pulling up a puppy face although not liking his attitude. "It's ok!" he agreed as a smile crept on his face at her cute face. "Who are you?" He asked her hiding his smile, rudra winked at om and gestured that he would handle it. "Bhaiya, She is Anika didi, Anika singhania. My partner in crime." Rudra introduced her to him, anika smiled a bit and was about to walk away when Om interrupted. "And Anika, you were asking about Shivaay right? He himself is Shivaay, Shivaay singh oberoi" Om said surprising Shivaay. "Asking about me?" He muttered to himself which was audible enough for Rudra to hear. "Don't flatter yourself, She was asking about the interior designer and we told its you. That's it!" Rudra cleared making shivaay frown. "Hi Shivaay!" Anika greeted him forwarding her hand for a hand shake. "Hi Ms. Anika" He greeted her back and shook hands with her. Ignoring the shiver he felt, he passed a warm smile to her.
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"I am so sorry, Ambika," Rudraksha choked out, his voice thick with emotion. With trembling hands, he withdrew, his eyes downcast as if he could not bear to meet her gaze. "I... You don't deserve this," he continued, his words laced with anguish. "You don't deserve any of it..." As he spoke, his eyes, red-rimmed and wild, finally met hers. His hair fell in disheveled locks across his forehead, giving him an untamed appearance. He was caught between his emotions and his fierce possessiveness. "But I can't let you go... you're mine, right?" he said, voice softening as he searched her eyes for answers. Of course, no one would dare lay a finger on me except you, she thought, her eyes hardening. But before she could respond, he moved with surprising swiftness, wrapping her in a tight embrace. The feel of his strong arms around her was startling. Rudraksha was reduced to tears, it was a peculiar sight-his colossal frame, usually a source of strength now trembled with each sob. The man whose muscular build and stoic demeanor exuded an almost intimidating confidence, now seemed so fragile, so human. Instinctively, Ambika returned his embrace, her fingers gently stroking his back in an attempt to soothe him. "I can't leave without you, Ambika," he sobbed, his voice muffled against her neck. "You're too precious to me. I love you so much... I love you, more than I love myself." ••• "Stay away from me. You have no idea what I can do to you," he warned, his voice dripping with desperation and a hint of madness. "I am Rakshas, Ambika. I am a Rakshas!" His eyes blood shot, dripping with tears. ••• "If you are a thorn," she continued, her words soft but resolute, "I would happily open my arms to get hurt. If you are a heartbreaker, then my innocent heart is waiting for you to break. My hands are waiting for the awaiting hands of sorrow."

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