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The morning was filled with the sound of the family preparing for the temple visit. Everyone bustled about, adjusting dupattas, tying shoelaces, gathering offerings.

By the time they all left, the house grew quieter, leaving behind only Ambala bua, Aarvi, and Ruhanika. Rudraksh, as usual, had already gone to his office.

In the kitchen, Ambala’s eyes gleamed with a cruel thought. She prepared peanut halwa, the one thing she knew Ruhanika could never eat because of her severe allergy. Stirring the pot slowly, her lips curved into a sly smile.

“Aaj dekhte hain, Ruhanika… kaise bachti ho,” she muttered under her breath.

Once the dish was ready, she transferred it to a bowl and carried it with a false sweetness on her face. She walked over to Aarvi, who was sitting in the living room with her books.

“Aarvi beta,” Ambala said warmly, placing the bowl in her hands, “yeh maine tumhari Ruhanika bhabhi ke liye banaya hai. Bahut mehnat se banaya hai… tum jaake usse khila do, woh kitni khush hogi.”

Aarvi, innocent and unaware of the malice behind her " but bua why you make halwa for her is you except her

But remember i never expect her asy bhabhi , Aarvi said

I know beta you never like her but please forgive me you took this to her

Ambala said

Okay but because of you , Aarvi said and went from there

Ambala’s eyes flickered with satisfaction as she watched Aarvi run upstairs with the bowl. Her fake smile deepened.

Meanwhile, in her room, Ruhanika was arranging files on her desk when Aarvi burst in with frustration

" Bua sa sent this to you "

She said Coldly

Hear this ruhanika took a spoon of halwa The smell instantly made Ruhanika freeze. Her heart skipped a beat—she knew that scent too well. Peanuts. Her throat tightened with panic.

“Aarvi—don’t—!” she gasped, her voice trembling as her hands shot out to stop the bowl.

Aarvi blinked, confused. “Kya hua Aapko —”

But before she could finish, the bowl slipped slightly, and just a spoonful brushed against Ruhanika’s skin. Her reaction was instant—her breath grew heavy, her chest tightening. She stumbled back, clutching her throat, panic flashing in her eyes.

Aarvi’s hates vanished, replaced with fear. “Bhabhi! Oh my God! Aapko kya ho raha hai?!”

Downstairs, Ambala heard the commotion, and a cruel satisfaction twisted her lips. She had wanted this—yet a part of her froze at the sound of Aarvi’s terrified cries echoing through the halls.

Ruhanika stumbled backward, gasping for air, her hands trembling as she clutched her throat. Her face began to flush red, then pale, her breaths shallow and broken.

“Bhabhi!!” Aarvi screamed, dropping the bowl to the floor, the halwa spilling everywhere. “Someone help! Bhabhi can’t breathe!”

Tears blurred Aarvi’s eyes as she held Ruhanika, trying to keep her steady. Ruhanika’s body shook, her lips turning faintly blue.

“Aa… Aarvi…” she whispered hoarsely, her voice nearly gone, “I… I can’t…”

Her chest heaved violently, every second stealing her breath away. Aarvi panicked, running to the side table to grab water, but Ruhanika weakly shook her head—water wouldn’t help this time.

“Ambulance! I’ll call—don’t worry bhabhi, you’ll be fine!” Aarvi cried, fumbling with her phone, her small hands trembling so much that she struggled to dial.

From the kitchen doorway, Ambala listens everything her fake worry plastered over her face, but her eyes gleamed coldly.

Meanwhile, Aarvi’s desperate cries reached Rudraksh through a frantic call from a servant. He was in the middle of his office meeting when his phone buzzed.

“Sir! Madam ji… Ruhanika madam… she’s… she’s not able to breathe—please come fast!” a made inform

The file slipped from Rudraksh’s hand. His heart thundered in his chest, panic surging through him like wildfire. Without another thought, he sprinted out of the office, his car

roaring onto the streets.

Back at home,

Ruhanika’s condition worsened. She collapsed to her knees, clawing at her throat, her body begging for air that refused to come. Aarvi held her tightly, sobbing, “Bhabhi, please… don’t leave me! Bhai will come, please just hold on!”

Ruhanika’s vision blurred, the world fading in and out, every breath a battle. Her hand reached for Aarvi’s cheek, weakly caressing it as tears rolled down her face.

Just as her body slumped heavily into Aarvi’s arms, the front door burst open. Rudraksh ran inside, his eyes wild with fear.

“RUHANIKA!!!” he roared, rushing to her side. He scooped her up in his arms, feeling her limpness, the faint rise and fall of her chest. His own breath shattered, terror gripping him like never before.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes! Do you hear me? Don’t you dare!” he shouted, his voice breaking as he carried her out, ordering the driver to rush to the hospital.

Behind them, Ambala stood frozen, her cruel plan suddenly more dangerous than she imagined. For the first time, fear flickered in her eyes—because Rudraksh’s rage was something no one in the family could survive.

The car screeched to a halt at the hospital. Rudraksh leapt out, carrying Ruhanika tightly in his arms, her body limp against his chest.

“Doctor! ” his voice thundered through the corridors, trembling with fear. Nurses rushed forward, placing her on a stretcher, wheeling her away.

He tried to follow, but a nurse blocked him. “Sir, please! Her condition is critical—we need to treat her immediately.”

The doors of the emergency ward closed, leaving him frozen outside. His hands shook, his heart beating violently, every second without her tearing him apart.

Beside him, Aarvi sobbed uncontrollably, clutching his sleeve. “Bhaii… bhabhi couldn’t breathe… her lips were turning blue… I was so scared…”

Rudraksh bent down, hugging Aarvi tightly, his own tears falling into her hair. “Nothing will happen to her, Aarvi… not while I’m alive. Your bhabhi is strong. She has to come back to us.”

A few minutes later the whole family members came to the hospital "what happened with rooh " Avnika asked in  worry

"Don't be worried bhabhi ko kuch nhi hoga she is strong" shivansh said

"Ye sab kaise hua in morning she is alright"  Amravati asked

She eats halwa and before she could finish this she collapsed on the floor

Aarvi tell everyone

He paced restlessly in the corridor, his face pale, his shirt damp with sweat. Every muffled sound from inside made him flinch, his eyes fixed desperately on the door.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the doctor came out, removing his mask. “She’s stable now. We managed to control the allergic reaction, but it was very close. Please understand—the next time could be fatal. She must never come near peanuts again.”

Rudraksh’s chest heaved with relief. He pressed his hand over his face, whispering, “Thank you… thank you, God…”

When he entered the room, his breath caught. Ruhanika lay weak and pale on the bed, an oxygen mask covering her lips. Her lashes fluttered, her breathing shallow but steady.

He pulled a chair beside her, his fingers trembling as he took her cold hand in his. His eyes softened, breaking down all the walls of pride he carried.

“Why do you always test me like this, Ruhanika?” his voice cracked, raw with pain. “You once said you’d love me till your last breath… today, you almost proved it. Don’t you dare leave me. If you ever go… I swear, I’ll go with you.”

Her eyes opened slowly, glassy with tears. With great effort, she whispered through the mask, " R...... Rudraksh

“Shh,” he hushed, brushing his thumb against her skin as his tears slipped onto her hand. “Don’t speak. Just rest. That’s all I want—just stay here… with me.”

Sunlight streamed faintly through the hospital blinds, casting a soft glow across the sterile room. Ruhanika stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering open. Her body still felt weak, but her breathing was steadier than last night.

The first thing her blurry vision caught was Rudraksh—sitting in the chair beside her bed. His head rested against the mattress, one hand still wrapped tightly around hers, as if he hadn’t let go all night. His face looked pale, exhaustion etched into every line.

A soft, broken smile tugged at Ruhanika’s lips. With trembling fingers, she lifted her other hand and gently brushed his hair. “Rudraksh…” she whispered, voice hoarse but filled with fragile warmth.

At once, he stirred. His eyes snapped open, and relief flooded them the moment he saw her awake. For a fleeting second, pure emotion flashed across his face—fear, love, gratitude—all laid bare.

But then, just as quickly, he masked it. Straightening in his chair, he slipped his hand from hers as though nothing had happened.

“You’re awake,” he said flatly, his tone cold. “Good. The doctor will be here soon.”

Her smile faltered, her heart sinking at the distance in his voice. But she had already seen it—the softness in his eyes before the mask returned. The care he refused to admit.

And in that silence, she understood… he could deny it with words, but his heart had betrayed him last night.

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The gates of the mansion opened slowly, and for the first time in days, Ruhanika stepped back into the house. She looked pale, still weak, but her presence alone filled the place with relief.

The family rushed toward her—Avnika  hugged her first, tears brimming in her eyes. Ambala bua fussed, placing her hand on Ruhanika’s head. Even the elders smiled warmly, blessing her for her recovery. For a few moments, the hall was alive with love and relief, everyone speaking at once, making her sit, asking how she felt.

But through it all, Rudraksh remained quiet. His eyes never left her, his jaw tense, as though he was holding back emotions he refused to show. Finally, after a few minutes, he placed a steady hand on her shoulder.

“Enough. She needs rest,” he said firmly, his voice looking no argument. Without waiting for anyone’s reply, he led Ruhanika upstairs, his hand at her back, guiding her to their room.

Inside, she gave him a small, tired smile. “I’ll be fine, Rudraksh,” she whispered before taking her medicines and laying down. Within moments, sleep pulled her under, her breathing slow and even.

Rudraksh sat by the bed, watching her in silence. His gaze shifted to her saree—the same one she had worn from yesterday . It was now crumpled, dulled, and faintly dirty, the edges stained from the hospital’s rush. Something inside him tightened at the sight.

“Ruhanika…” he called softly, then again a little louder. But she didn’t stir. He leaned closer, calling her name a few more times, but she remained lost in deep sleep, oblivious to the world.

For a moment, his cold mask slipped. He exhaled slowly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. His fingers lingered near her cheek, almost caressing, before he pulled back abruptly as if afraid of his own tenderness.

Looking at her, vulnerable yet peaceful, Rudraksh whispered under his breath, “You drive me mad, Ruhanika… and still, I can’t look away.”

He sat back in the chair, the conflict in his heart burning silently—caring for her more than he ever wanted to admit.

Ruhanika slept deeply, her soft breaths steady, her hand resting loosely against the blanket.

Rudraksh’s eyes kept drifting back to her saree. The fabric looked more uncomfortable now, wrinkled and smudged, as though it still carried the chaos of last night. His jaw tightened. He hated seeing her like this—fragile, unkempt, vulnerable.

He stood slowly, pacing once before stopping beside the wardrobe. For a long moment, he stared at it, his pride warring with his instinct. Then, with a quiet sigh, he pulled out his white shirt

Moving carefully, he sat beside her again. His hand hovered uncertainly before gently adjusting the blanket over her. When she shifted slightly in her sleep, a small frown forming on her face, he leaned closer, whispering, “Shh… it’s okay.”

He picked up her in his arms and started taking off her saree now she is only in her skert and blouse

From a hesitation his hand moves towards her blouse string he unhook this and her pink bra visible him

He wondered but suddenly sut his eyes "No rudra you can't do this when she doesn't even know about this " Rudraksh said and with that he pulled her saree and a piece of her saree tie his eyes

One by one he took her clothes and wore her his shirt Only he opened his eyes and laid down her back in the couch

But can't sleep his eyes again fell on Ruhanika now she removed her blanket and in dim light her skin is bright like moon the shirt is covered only her tights upper bottom of the shirt is open showing her cleavage

He stood from the couch and went towards the bed sit beside her Rudraksh cups Ruhanika cheeks from his large palms

" I want to ignore you but I can't, jaan you are the one who drives me crazy

Sorry but I can't control it anymore"

Rudraksh said and lay beside her the next second Ruhanika hugged him tightly

Rudraksh kisses on her cheeks

"Jaan " Rudraksh called her shortly

"Huu " Ruhanika replied in sleep

" Can I touch you " he asked

Ruhanika hugged him more tightly

His head rested on her chest

He kissed on her cleavage and opening her shirt bottoms not whole but enough to see her breast easily

He moved and kissed on her nipples he started sucking it kissed again and suck

" Aahhh " Ruhanika gasped when she fell the wet on her nipples

"Nothing happened jaan you sleep and let me do my work " Rudraksh said and again sucking hard

After an hour he released her and

'Sorry Jaan I love you always but I never except you because the promise I give dadi saa I know i hurt you "

Rudraksh said and kiss on her forehead

Next morning  ☀️

Ruhanika stirred as sunlight streamed through the curtains, gently pulling her out of sleep. She blinked slowly, rubbing her eyes, her body feeling lighter than the night before. But the moment she glanced down, her breath hitched—

She wasn’t in her saree anymore. Instead, she was wearing a crisp oversized shirt… Rudraksh’s shirt. The familiar scent of him clung to the fabric, wrapping around her like a quiet confession.

Her cheeks flushed instantly. How… when…?

The door creaked, and she froze. Rudraksh stepped in, holding a file, his expression as unreadable as ever. But the moment his eyes landed on her, sitting there wide-eyed in his shirt, a slow smirk curved his lips.

“Well, good morning, Mrs. Rudraksh,” he drawled lazily, leaning against the doorframe. “I see you’ve raided my wardrobe.”

Her eyes widened even more. “I—I didn’t! I don’t know how—” she stammered, her fingers clutching the hem of the shirt nervously.

He walked closer, his smirk deepening as he watched her squirm. “Relax. You fainted last night. That saree of yours looked like it carried the entire hospital dust. I couldn’t let you sleep in it.”

Ruhanika’s face burned hotter. “You… changed… my clothes?” she whispered, half-embarrassed, half-astonished.

Rudraksh raised an eyebrow, pretending to think. “Well, don’t give yourself too much importance. I’m not that generous. Avnika  helped.”

But the teasing glint in his eyes betrayed him. He leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough for her to hear. “Though I must say… my shirt suits you more than that saree.”

Her lips parted, stunned, her cheeks flaming at his audacity. She quickly looked away, muttering, “You’re impossible…”

Rudraksh chuckled softly, straightening again. His tone turned flat, as though masking the softness that had just slipped out. “Take your medicines. Don’t make me regret bringing you back alive.”

But as he walked toward the door, his smirk lingered—the image of her in his shirt burned into his memory more than he wanted to admit.

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Ruhanika’s cheeks still burned as she avoided his gaze, clutching the bedsheet close. Rudraksh, smirk plastered on his lips, turned to leave the room.

But before he could, she grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him with a frustrated little squeak, “You’re so full of yourself!”

Rudraksh’s reflexes were quick—he caught the pillow effortlessly mid-air, turning slowly with a dangerous grin. “Oh… so the patient dares to attack the caretaker?” His voice dipped with mock sternness.

Before she could answer, he walked back toward the bed, tossing the pillow aside. Ruhanika’s eyes widened as he came closer, step by step, until he was standing right at the edge of the bed.

“You…” she began nervously, trying to shuffle back.

But Rudraksh leaned down suddenly, one hand pressed on the mattress beside her, caging her in. With his other hand, he gripped her wrist gently, pulling her closer to him.

“Careful, Ruhanika,” he whispered, his breath brushing against her ear. “Because if you keep blushing in my shirt, I might start thinking you actually like it.”

Her heart thudded wildly, her lips parting as she struggled to reply. “I-I don’t—”

“Oh really?” he cut her off, smirking as his eyes flickered down at her flushed face. “Then why do you look like a thief caught red-handed?”

She shoved lightly at his chest, embarrassed beyond words. “You’re insufferable!”

Rudraksh only chuckled low, the sound sending shivers down her spine. He straightened slowly, still holding her wrist for a moment longer before finally letting go.

“Don’t worry,” he said casually as he turned toward the door again. “You can keep the shirt. Think of it as… my mark.”

"And by the way pink suit on you "

Rudraksh said with smrink and out of the room,

Ruhanika sat frozen, stunned by his words, her fingers clutching the fabric unconsciously. She h

ated how much her heart fluttered at every tease.

And behind that smirk of his… Rudraksh hated how much he loved seeing her in something that belonged to him.

" But when I wore pink"  she asked herself