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The sunlight danced softly through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room with a golden hue. Aarohi sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Rudraksh, as she tried to gather her thoughts. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, her cheeks flushed pink with the lingering memories of the night before.

Rudraksh stirred behind her, his presence a mix of warmth and mischief. His husky voice broke the silence.

“Good morning, jaan.”

Aarohi stiffened, her blush deepening as she turned to glance at him over her shoulder. “Why do you always call me that?” she mumbled, her voice soft but tinged with complaint.

He raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on one elbow. His tousled hair and that devilish smirk made him look devastatingly irresistible. “Call you what?”

“Jaan, sweetheart, bachha...” She trailed off, biting her lip as her gaze dropped to her lap. “Why can’t you just call me by my name like a normal person?”

Rudraksh chuckled, the deep sound sending shivers down her spine. He shifted closer, his arms snaking around her waist as he pulled her back against his chest. She gasped at the sudden intimacy, but he only tightened his hold.

“Normal?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, making her breath hitch. “jaan, do you really want us to be... normal?”

Her heart raced as she felt his breath against her skin. “I... I just feel embarrassed when you call me those names,” she admitted shyly.

“Embarrassed?” he repeated, his voice laced with amusement. “But you don’t stop blushing, do you? That’s why I call you jaan... because you’re the most precious part of me. Sweetheart, because you’ve brought sweetness into my life. Bachha, because I can’t stop wanting to protect you.”

Aarohi’s breath caught as he turned her gently to face him. His intense gaze locked onto hers, and she felt as though the rest of the world had disappeared.

“And Ruhh...” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Because you’re my soul, jaan. You complete me.”

Her lips parted in surprise, but no words came. She looked down, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his voice. “Rudra, you’re too much...”

“Too much?” he teased, tilting her chin up with his finger. “For you, I’ll always be too much. Too much in love, too much in awe of you, too much... yours.”

Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss so gentle yet so full of passion that it left her trembling.

As he pulled back, Aarohi hid her face against his chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. “You’re impossible, Rudra,” she whispered, her voice muffled.

“And you’re mine, ” he replied, his voice a mix of tenderness and certainty. “Completely, irrevocably mine.”

She didn’t argue, because deep down, she knew she wouldn’t want it any other way.

The large dining table was laden with a sumptuous breakfast spread. Aarohi sat quietly, her cheeks already tinged pink as Aarav and Aarushi exchanged mischievous glances. Rudraksh was seated beside her, his sharp gaze darting toward his siblings, silently warning them to behave.

Aarav leaned back in his chair, taking a casual sip of his juice. “Bhabhi maa,” he began, drawing out the words with mock reverence, “did Bhaiya let you sleep last night, or was he too busy calling you jaan and bachha again?”

Aarohi’s eyes widened as she almost choked on her tea. “Aarav!” she stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

Aarushi joined in, grinning. “Oh, Aarav, don’t tease her. She’s already blushing enough to replace the strawberries on the table.”

Aarohi glanced at Rudraksh, hoping he’d intervene, but he simply raised an eyebrow and sipped his coffee, his expression a mix of amusement and irritation. “Aarav, Aarushi,” he warned, his voice low and firm, “stop it.”

But Aarav was undeterred. “Bhaiya, why so serious? We’re just appreciating how much you love your jaan.”

Aarushi leaned closer to Aarohi. “Bhabhi maa, tell me, does Bhaiya ever call you by your actual name, or is it all jaan and sweetheart?”

“Enough!” Rudraksh finally snapped, his glare cutting through the playful atmosphere. “One more word, and you’ll both regret it.”

Aarushi smirked. “Fine, fine. We’ll stop. But only because Bhabhi maa looks like she’s about to melt.”

Aarohi buried her face in her hands, utterly mortified. “You two are impossible,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

At that moment, Raghav, Rudraksh’s father, entered the room, his commanding presence instantly shifting the mood. He looked at Aarohi, his expression softening. “Aarohi beta, are these two troubling you?”

Before Aarohi could respond, Aarav interjected, “Not at all, Dad. We’re just making sure Bhabhi maa feels welcome.”

Raghav shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t listen to them, Aarohi. You’re the heart of this family now. They’ll tease, but they adore you.”

Aarohi looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. “Thank you, Papa,” she said softly.

Raghav placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Beta, you’ve brought peace into this house. And I know Rudraksh is a better man because of you.” He shot Rudraksh a meaningful glance, earning a faint nod from his son.

The warm moment was interrupted by Aarav’s loud laugh. “Look at Bhaiya trying not to smile! Bhabhi maa, you’ve done the impossible.”

Rudraksh groaned, pushing back his chair. “I’ve had enough of you two for one morning.”

Rudraksh put his cup down with a thud, glaring at them. “Tum dono ki subah meri tang khinchne ke bina nahi hoti, kya?”

Aarav shrugged dramatically, his hand over his heart. “Bhaiya, hum toh bas apne pyaar ka izhaar kar rahe hain. Waise, aapko lagta hai ki hum Bhabhi maa se zyada important hain?”

Rudraksh stood up, walked around the table, and placed a kiss on Aarohi’s forehead, his hand lingering on her shoulder protectively. “Mujhe koi doubt nahi hai,” he said in his deep voice, looking straight at Aarav./

(Rudaraksh is now opening up to everyone as Aarohi and both siblings and his father is happy to see this changes after the death of Rudaraksh mother he became silent he barely used to speak but he is closed to aarushi aarav so easily used to understand them ,he was best elder brother anyone can ask for but not too much expressive but now he is opening up)

Then, turning to Aarushi, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead too. “Tumhara Bhai tumhare bina adhoora hai. Happy now?”

Aarav stood up theatrically, holding his plate like it was a mic. “Aur main, Bhaiya? Kya mera maan nahi karta aapke pyar ka?”

Rudraksh glared at him but smirked, walking over and ruffling Aarav’s hair. “Drama kam kar, Aarav. Bacchon ki tarah mat behave kar.”

Aarav pouted. “Bhaiya, aapka pyar bas select logon ke liye hota hai.”

Rudraksh chuckled softly. “Tu bachcha hi rahega.” He patted Aarav’s head one last time before turning to Aarohi. “Main office jaa raha hoon. Tum dhyan rakhna.”

Aarohi nodded shyly. “Ji...”

After that his father in law also left and then aarohi and aarav and Aarushi also left for their clzz....

Rudraksh strode into his sleek office, his sharp suit enhancing his commanding presence. Lalit was already waiting, holding a stack of files.

"Boss, what's the plan for Sharma today?" Lalit asked, following him into the private conference room.

Rudraksh's jaw tightened, his eyes growing steely. "It's time to close his chapter. But before that, I need information about Tina."

Lalit nodded, flipping through the files. "Our people are tracking her movements. We'll have Tina Sharma's location by tomorrow."

Rudraksh leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled as he thought. "And Aarohi? Did you find anything about her adoption papers?"

"Just one clue, Boss," Lalit replied, his voice steady. "No one knew about Aarohi's adoption, but it seems Sharma's elder brother was involved. They're refusing to reveal anything about the papers."

Rudraksh's expression darkened as the memory of Aarohi's helpless, tear-streaked face flashed before his eyes. "Aarohi's past and her pain... I want everything uncovered, Lalit. As long as those people are alive, I need answers from them."

"Understood, Boss," Lalit said with firm resolve.

Dungeon

The dungeon was cold, dark, and reeked of fear. Mr. Sharma, tied to a metal chair, was barely conscious after enduring days of torture by Raghav, Aarav, and Rudraksh himself. His face was swollen, and his breathing was labored.

Rudraksh stood in front of Mr. and Mrs. Sharma, who were tied to two chairs in the dark, cold dungeon. His expression was calm, but his eyes burned with fury. The memory of Aarohi’s tears and pain flashed before his mind, igniting an anger he could no longer contain.

Mrs. Sharma whimpered, tears streaking her face. “Please, let us go. We made mistakes… but don’t kill us.”

Rudraksh crouched before her, his voice low and menacing. “Mistakes? You think torturing Aarohi for years was a mistake?” He leaned closer, his tone sharpening. “You broke her spirit. You crushed her happiness. And you thought you could get away with it?”

Mrs. Sharma sobbed harder, but Rudraksh ignored her. He turned to Mr. Sharma, who sat silently, his face pale with terror. “You,” Rudraksh said, pointing a finger at him. “You let this happen. You stood by while your wife turned Aarohi’s life into a living hell.”

Mr. Sharma stammered, “I—I didn’t know… It wasn’t me…”

Rudraksh’s voice turned icy. “Don’t lie to me. You both are responsible. And now, you will pay for every single tear Aarohi shed because of you.”

Without another word, Rudraksh pulled out his gun and pointed it directly at Mrs. Sharma. “You don’t deserve mercy,” he said quietly.

Mr. Sharma cried out, struggling against his bindings. “No! Please, don’t kill me. I’ll do anything you want. Just spare me!”

Rudraksh’s gaze was unyielding as he walked toward him. “Spare you? Did you spare Aarohi when she begged you to stop your cruelty? Did you protect her when she needed it the most?”

Mr. Sharma shook his head, weeping uncontrollably. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry!”

Rudraksh stared at him for a long moment, his face devoid of emotion. “Sorry won’t bring back the years she lost.” .

“Sharma,” Rudraksh’s voice boomed, sending a shiver down the man’s spine. “Tere liye aaj ant ka din hai.”

Mr. Sharma groaned, struggling to lift his head. “P-please... mujhe aur mat maaro. Main sab bata doonga.”

Rudraksh crouched in front of Sharma, his face mere inches away. His voice was sharp and menacing. “Where is Tina? I need her location.”

Sharma whimpered, his entire body trembling. I don’t know .”

Rudraksh’s jaw tightened in frustration. He grabbed Sharma by the collar, pulling him close. “Don’t lie to me! I need her whereabouts. And tell me the truth about Aarohi’s adoption papers.”

Sharma coughed, struggling to speak. His voice trembled with fear. “I… I don’t know anything about adoption. I was just pretending to act as her guardian.”After my brother death."

Rudraksh released him with a disgusted look, stepping back as his hands curled into fists. His voice was ice cold as he turned to Lalit. “Lalit,” he growled, “end this man’s story.”

Lalit nodded, his face devoid of emotion. “No problem, Boss.”

Rudraksh started to leave but paused at the doorway. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone, the finality in it chilling. “And Lalit, I want Tina’s location and the truth about Aarohi’s real parents by tomorrow.”

Lalit smirked faintly, his loyalty unwavering. “my team is working boss,soon we will get her, Boss.”

As Rudraksh walked out of the dungeon, the memory of Aarohi’s pain, her helpless tears, and the injustice she had endured consumed him. His heart burned with the rage of a man who would go to any lengths to protect the one he loved.

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