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Rudra's pov
I sighed heavily. Everyone was looking at me with mixed emotions. Indra Bhaiya patted my shoulder and walked past me. As if signaling me to go and console Sugandha.
I think it's the best I can do… even if she trusts me or doubts me. She deserves an explanation and my apologies.
I stepped inside my room, and just as I expected, she was sitting on the bed facing away from the door. A clear signal that she's not in a good mood.
I cleared my throat and sat next to her. Her body seemed a bit tense when she felt my presence.
"Sugandha, can we talk?" I spoke in the softest tone.
No response…
I took a deep breath and moved closer. I was about to touch her, but… maybe I don't deserve it right now.
"Sugandha, please look at me." I said in a pleading tone.
Still no response…
"Atleast give me a signal that you're willing to listen to me." I said.
Nope, no response.
My demeanor immediately turned into a worse condition of sadness.
Maybe she needs space from me? Is that it? Should I give it to her?
I was so confused as to what to do… I never dealt with an upset woman.
My mind was swirling with too many emotions and unanswered questions.
I guess she does need some time to calm down. I think I should give it to her, I thought.
I stood up, ready to walk away.
My heart didn't want to do it, but my brain made me think logically.
I sighed with a heavy heart and dull mood. I turned away from her and stepped forward to walk out of the door.
Then I felt her hand holding my wrist, aborting my advances. It was a strong grip, and I could only hear her bangles making a soft yet rough noise in this silent atmosphere.
"Explain yourself…" She spoke those words in a quiet tone, but it was audible.
My heart felt a lot lighter when I heard those words coming out of her mouth.
I faced her and stepped closer. She was still refusing to make eye contact with me. It was reasonable since I didn't deserve it.
I got on my knees in front of her and held her hand in both my palms.
"Mein sirf aapse pyaar karta hu, aapko itni dukhi hone ki zaroorat nahi hai, sugandha." I spoke in a comforting manner.
(I only love you; you don't need to be this sad, Sugandha.)
As I was looking at any changes in her expression, I could make out that she was containing her tears.
I cupped her face and made her look at me.
As soon as our orbs met, she immediately broke into sobs.
I leaned closer and embraced her body in my arms. My grip was so tight, and I kept rubbing her back.
"Shhh, Sugandha. It's okay, I love you… only you." I said.
She didn't stop crying, and I felt her body shivering in my embrace. I felt so bad, and I was even furious at myself. How can I make such a blunderous mistake?
I decided to explain the whole situation to make her feel better.
I started explaining everything, how I and that woman met and how she was after me for weeks. How she refused to give up and showed obsessive behavior, which was so unusual.
After I stopped speaking, I could hear no more sobs from her. I was relieved….
"You believe me, right?" I asked.
I didn't hear anything from her for a minute or so.
But then she unwrapped herself from my embrace and looked at me. Her face was filled with tear stains, smudged kajal, and colors. But she still managed to look absolutely stunning even through such a mess, which made me smile a bit.
"I believe you more than myself, Rudra Ji. I… I just can't handle another woman anywhere near you. And sh…she was literally sticking to you like a second skin, which is h..heartbreaking to any wife." She spoke in a cracking voice.
I leaned closer to her face, and I could feel her breath on my face, which was uneven now.
"I know, and I hated it more than you. I only like your body against me. Believe it or not, I'm so jealous of your clothes since they can stick to your skin all day long and I can't…" I spoke with a slight pout.
Sugandha immediately broke into a cute chuckle. It was so beautiful to hear, and it was definitely comforting my guilty heart.
Author pov
Sugandha felt a bit better after he explained himself thoroughly; it was very evident that he was genuine and very loyal to Sugandha.
Sugandha had a lingering question in her heart, and she really wanted to ask.
"Rudra ji, do you find her pretty?" Sugandha asked, lowly.
Rudra furrowed his brows in confusion; he didn't expect the question at all.
"Why are you asking such a question?" Rudra asked her back.
Sugandha gulped hard and averted her gaze in shame and disappointment at herself.
"She's fair, beautiful, rich, and from a good family background. Why wouldn't any man find it attractive?" She said it genuinely, but she also felt extremely insecure.
Rudra could feel her insecurities, and it was making his heart ache… because he finds her so stunning, and she just doesn't appreciate her own beauty at all.
"I don't know about other men, but me… I'm your husband; that's why I can't find any other woman more attractive than you." Rudra said
Sugandha's orbs hastily looked at Rudra. She was satisfied with the answer but not enough to make her feel better.
Rudra caressed her cheek lightly and blew some air on her face to make her hair strands fall back, which gave a clear view of her beautiful face.
Sugandha's eyes flickered, and her lashes also flew with her hair. She gulped and locked her eyes with his. She tried really hard to ignore her insecure feelings.
"You're absolutely pretty, so surreal, so like a goddess, so like a perfect sculpture made by the god, so like the beautiful part of nature, so like the stars in the night sky, so like the waves on the ocean, so like the moon, which brightens up my dark world, and so like the… perfect life partner." Rudra spoke with a smile.
Sugandha's heart skipped a beat at his words, and it was thumping out of her chest. Her stomach was filled with butterflies, and her brain felt like it was in the clouds.
She became flustered as the realization hit her; she felt so happy, and it was almost unreal for her since she finds Rudra so attractive, and a man like him loves her, cares for her, and compliments her so much. He was almost too perfect of a husband for her. (Also us)
"Mein aapse bohut pyaar karti hu, Rudra ji. Aap mujhe kabhi chhod nahi sakte… Mein jaane nahi dungi. Aap sirf mere ho, humesha keliye." Sugandha muttered those words in pure bashfulness and also with a lightened heart.
(I love you so much, Rudra ji. You can't leave me, I'll not let you go. You're mine… forever and ever.)
Rudra chuckled at her words; she never said anything like that, and it was really pleasant to hear for Rudra.
"Ji, meri jaan." Rudra said with a grin.
Sugandha wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She felt a lot more confident thanks to Rudra's compliments, and it motivated her to take the intimate approach.
Their lips parted, and their eyes closed involuntarily. Their hearts were beating hastily, and their bodies were throbbing with anticipation.
As their lips were literally a centimeter away, they heard a loud knock.
Rudra groaned in frustration and opened his eyes, and he gazed at Sugandha's smiley face with her eyes opened as well.
He really wanted to beat up the person who was knocking at the door and disturbing their romantic moment.
"It's okay, we'll continue later." She spoke those words with a little giggle.
Sugandha finds Rudra's frustration too adorable.
She got up to answer the door, but Rudra pulled her into his embrace, and….
Kissed her.
It wasn't a long, sloppy one… but rather a sweet, longing peck.
Sugandha immediately pulled back when she heard another knock.
She opened the door with pure coyness and covered her face with the veil.
"Didi!!! Happy Holi." Raghu said and smudged a whole lot of color onto Sugandha's poor face.
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