At program day

Aarohi enters the room wearing a simple white lehenga. The light fabric flows elegantly as she walks, and her understated beauty is captivating. Rudaraksh is leaning casually against the wall, but the moment he sees her, he freezes, his breath catching. Aarohi notices his gaze and gives a shy, questioning looks

Rudaraksh: (smiling softly, walking closer jaan ... you look divine. And just like mine."

(He gently holds her hand and looks into her eyes, his voice dropping to a whisper.)



Rudaraksh: "You know... when I look at you like this, I'm reminded of that dialogue-'Chandni jaisi shiddat, aur zameen jaisi asliyat... bas tum mein dono hai.' That's what makes you perfect, jaan. You're my dream and my reality."

(Aarohi blushes deeply, her heart racing as she listens to him.)

Rudaraksh: (grinning mischievously) "I'm warning you, if you keep looking this beautiful, I won't let you leave the house.

Aarohi," he murmured, his voice low and inviting.

She looked up at him, her heart racing as she felt the intensity of his gaze. In an instant, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and love, igniting a fire that had been simmer herface.

As their lips parted, Rudaraksh's lips trailed down to her neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers down her spine. Aarohi closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin.

"Rudar," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, lost in the sensation of his touch.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Go now, or you won't be able to walk for a week," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Aarohi opened her eyes, a mix of surprise and amusement washing over her. "Shameless!" she muttered, a smile breaking through her feigned indignation.

With a playful shove, she stepped back, her heart still racing from the intensity of their moment. Rudaraksh chuckled, watching her retreat with a glint of admiration in his eyes.

"Just remember," he called after her, "I'm always here, waiting for you to come back."

Aarohi turned, her cheeks flushed, and shot him a playful glare. "You're impossible!" she laughed, shaking her head as she walked away, the warmth of their shared moment lingering in the air.

As she left the room, Rudaraksh leaned against the wall, a satisfied smile on his face.

As he also went for the Aarohi clzz program,He was one of chief guest 😅 Aarohi refuses going with Rudar saying she doesn't want unnecessary gossip ND attention.

Author: The great Rudaraksh sigh Rajput got refused by his wife🤣🤣🤣

Rudaraksh: shut up author 😒

Author: chal....🙄

At college ❤️

Emcee: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is our honor to welcome our esteemed Chief Guests for the evening. Please put your hands together for Mr. Rudaraksh Rajput, the CEO of Rajput Enterprises, and his distinguished associates!"

The crowd erupted into applause as Rudaraksh entered the hall, exuding an aura of power and confidence. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his sharp gaze scanned the room briefly before resting on Aarohi, who was seated with Tara in the performers' section. Aarohi's heart skipped a beat as their eyes locked, but she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her performance preparations.

Behind him followed Aarushi and Aarav, who had come to support their bhabhi. Aarushi leaned towards Aarav and whispered, "Dekha, bhaiya kaise Aarohi bhabhi ko dekh rahe hain? (Did you see how brother is looking at Aarohi bhabhi?)" Aarav rolled his eyes, mumbling, "Bas tum na, shuru mat ho jao. (Just don't start now.)"

The emcee continued, "Our evening will kick off with a mesmerizing dance performance by two of our most talented students-Aarohi and Tara-performing to the classic song 'Pore Chhori' from Lagaan!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as Aarohi and Tara stepped onto the stage, both dressed in traditional lehengas that reflected India's vibrant culture. Aarohi wore a bright red lehenga with golden embroidery, while Tara dazzled in a turquoise one.

The opening beats of Pore Chhori began, and the stage lit up with a golden hue. Aarohi and Tara moved gracefully to the rhythm, their expressions and steps perfectly synchronized.

As the mesmerizing lines "Maine pyaar tujhse kiya, mein dil bhi tujhi ko diya" played softly in the background, Aarohi's movements became slower, more expressive, perfectly mirroring the depth of the song. The lights dimmed, and a golden spotlight focused solely on her, creating a dreamlike aura around her.

In the midst of her graceful twirls, Aarohi's eyes instinctively sought the audience, and that's when it happened-her gaze collided with Rudaraksh's.

Sitting in the front row of the VIP section, Rudaraksh's piercing eyes locked onto hers with a magnetic intensity. It was as though time itself paused for them. Aarohi's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding wildly. Her steps faltered for just a second, but her body moved instinctively, guided by the emotions surging through her.

Rudaraksh leaned forward slightly in his seat, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of the stage lights. His expression was unreadable to everyone else, but to Aarohi, it spoke volumes-possessiveness, admiration, and an unyielding love that seemed to burn through the distance between them.

"Dil chhupa chhupa ke rakha tha, tujhse hi milne chaha tha..."

Aarohi's lips parted slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure. Her expressive eyes softened, her movements becoming even more fluid as if she was dancing only for him. Her heart raced as she realized that every emotion she poured into her performance was being understood by him without a single word exchanged.

In the audience, Aarushi nudged Aarav, whispering excitedly, "Dekho na, Bhai or Bhabhi maa ka eye contact kitna intense hai! Yeh toh bas Bhabhi maa ke liye hi aaye hain. (Look at how intense their eye contact is! He's only here for Bhabhi.)"

Aarav smirked, folding his arms. "Aur dekho un ladkon ki haalat. Ek baar aur cheer kiya na, toh Bhaiya ka gussa dekhne laayak hoga. (And look at those boys. If they cheer one more time, Bhaiya's anger will be worth watching.)"

"Jo sapna sapna tha, woh sach ho gaya..."

Aarohi couldn't tear her eyes away from Rudaraksh's. Her steps carried her toward the edge of the stage, the choreography bringing her closer to where he sat. The cheers and whistles of the audience grew louder, but all she could hear was the silent conversation in his gaze-a warning to the boys cheering for her, a declaration of his pride, and a possessive reminder that she belonged only to him.

Rudaraksh's lips curled into a faint smirk, his eyes never leaving hers. Aarohi's cheeks flushed a deep red, but she held his gaze, her heart swelling with emotions she couldn't describe.

As the music transitioned into the next stanza, Aarohi finally broke eye contact, spinning gracefully back toward the center of the stage. Her chest heaved with the effort to calm her racing heart, but the intensity of that gaze lingered, leaving her unable to think about anything else.

Rudaraksh, on the other hand, leaned back in his seat, his expression darkening slightly as the boys in the crowd continued cheering and calling Aarohi's name. His possessiveness simmered just below the surface, and his sharp jaw clenched as he made a mental note to deal with those voices later.

After the emotional moment with Rudaraksh, Aarohi quickly composed herself and rejoined Tara for the fashion showcase. The auditorium was once again packed as the fashion designs were presented on the ramp.

Tara and Aarohi's designs were a tribute to Indian culture. Their models walked gracefully, draped in sarees and lehengas adorned with intricate embroidery and handmade jewelry. Each piece told a story, emphasizing moral ethics and the rich heritage of India.

When Komal's group presented their designs, they received applause, but the audience's reaction was more subdued compared to Aarohi and Tara's. Komal fumed quietly, her jealousy bubbling as she watched Aarohi's team win over the judges.

Finally, the results were announced. "The winners of the fashion showcase are... Aarohi and Tara!"

The hall erupted in cheers once again. Aarohi and Tara hugged each other in celebration before stepping onto the stage to receive their awards. Aarohi's face glowed with pride as she accepted the trophy. In the audience, Rudaraksh's lips curled into a small, proud smile, though his eyes still held a flicker of possessiveness.

As the final applause from the performance faded away, the college buzzed with excitement, but there was a quiet anticipation in the air. Aarohi and Tara hurried backstage, but Rudaraksh had already excused himself from his guest seating and made his way to the corner of the auditorium, where Aarohi was expected to pass through.

The moment she emerged, glowing from her performance, holding her costume in her hands, she was about to move forward when Rudaraksh swiftly reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into a dimly lit corner, away from the crowd.

Aarohi gasped softly as she was pulled into the shadows, her heart racing. She looked up to find Rudaraksh standing there, his gaze dark and intense, his lips barely holding back the emotions bubbling inside him.



"Jaan," he murmured, his voice husky, his eyes filled with admiration and something far deeper-jealousy, longing, and an undeniable possessiveness.

Before she could speak, his hand gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing along her cheek as his eyes studied her with such intensity that she felt as if he could see straight into her soul.

"You were incredible out there," he whispered, his breath brushing against her lips, his body inching closer to hers. "But those boys... they don't know what they're cheering for." His voice was low, thick with possessiveness.

Aarohi felt her chest tighten as his words registered. He was jealous. And she couldn't deny that she loved the way he claimed her in that silent, almost possessive manner. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and before she could respond, Rudaraksh pulled her into a kiss.

The kiss was intense-almost desperate. His lips were rough and demanding, capturing hers with an urgency that took her breath away. She gasped into his mouth, her hands instinctively moving to his chest, clutching him as the heat between them grew.

Aarohi's thoughts became a blur as she melted into him, feeling the depth of his emotions in every movement, every touch. His hands slid down her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them, and all that mattered was the moment they shared

Later that evening, Aarohi returned to the Rajput Mansion with her award. Her father-in-law, the patriarch of the Rajput family, was seated in the grand living room, reading some files. Aarohi approached him hesitantly.

"Papa" she called softly, holding up her trophy.

He looked up, his eyes warm with affection. "Aarohi beta,?

She smiled proudly. "Papa , yeh award maine aur Tara ne jeeta hai. (Papa, this is the award Tara and I won.)"

He took the trophy in his hands, examining it carefully. "Bahut khoob! Mujhe tum par garv hai my daughter. (Very good! I'm so proud of you.)"

He paused and added with a sigh, "Mujhe maaf karna, beta. Ek important meeting ke wajah se main tumhare program mein nahi aa saka. (Forgive me, dear. I couldn't attend your program because of an important meeting.)"

Aarohi shook her head. "Aapka support mere liye sabse zaruri hai, Papa . Aap wahan hote ya na hote, mujhe pata hai aap humesha mere saath hain. (Your support is the most important thing to me, Papa. Whether you're there or not, I know you're always with me.)"

Suddenly, their puppy, Ace, came running into the room, yapping excitedly. He jumped onto Aarohi, tugging at her dress. Aarohi laughed, kneeling to scoop him up.

"Ace, aapko bhi award dekhna hai? (Pearl, do you also want to see the award?)" she teased, holding the trophy near him.

Pearl barked happily, wagging his tail as Aarohi hugged him close. The sweet moment brought a smile to her father-in-law's face.

Meanwhile, in her room, Komal replayed the video she had recorded of Rudaraksh and Aarohi. Her lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Enjoy kar lo, Aarohi. Kal subah tumhara har sapna tod dungi. (Enjoy yourself, Aarohi. By tomorrow morning, I'll shatter all your dreams.)"

She uploaded the video to an anonymous account, ready to spread it like wildfire the next morning. "Let's see how perfect everyone

At night

After. Dinner they all went to their room respectively

Rudaraksh suddenly hugged aarohi and said jaan you are fabulous today and iam proud of you.

Aarohi,thank you ....aarohi said shyly

Aap thak gayiii hongiii, Rudaraksh said:;

They both went to sleep, Rudaraksh securely wrapped his arms around aarohi and slept hugging each other 🫠

At night aarohi get up and went to washroom and suddenly she realizes she got her period,she had PCOD

Whenever she got it cause her a lot of nuesuea and body pain

And this whole week she didn't even rest properly due to which her stomach long withher legs hurting a lot.

She somehow managed herself and went to sleep.

But due to pain she started sobbing 😭

Rudaraksh heard the faint voice of sobbing and he immediately woke up and saw aarohi is sobbing clutching her stomach he got paincked

Rudaraksh: he took her in his arms and asked," Baacha ,Kya huwaa.."

(Baby what happened)

Aarohi (weakly): My stomach and legs are paining a lot ...



Rudaraksh: Periods,he asked

Aarohi nodded

Rudaraksh : Relax don't cry okay and wait for sometime okay

She nodded and waited for him after some time he came back with a hot water bag and oil in his hand.

He carefully put the Hot water bags in her lower stomach,she smile faintly

But shocked seeing him touching his feet.

Aarohi refused him to touch her feet

Rudaraksh ,jaan Kya kar Rahi hai,Aapna pair dijiye

Aarohi:Aaap mere pair nahi chusakte

Rudaraksh: Aur Kon rokegaa MUJHE Meri goddess k pair chune se!..

Rudaraksh gently held her feet and put it in his lap and started messaging it,jaan Aap soojayie

Aarohi heart felt with warmth seeing his husband messaging her feet.



She slept due to exhaustion ,but her husband messaging her feet all night ,just to make her sleep ...

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