Days had been passing peacefully, filled with love and success. Aarohi's life was blooming-she had topped her class, and now, she was ready to launch her own brand, a dream she had nurtured for so long. Her father-in-law, Raghav, and her husband, Rudraksh, had insisted on throwing a grand celebration in her honor. Everything was perfect.
But for the past few days, she had been feeling unusually tired. Mornings brought waves of nausea, and exhaustion clung to her like an unshakable shadow. Rudraksh had suggested she visit the hospital, but she had brushed it off, attributing it to stress and overwork.
"Biwi, hospital chalo na," Rudraksh had insisted, concern heavy in his voice.
"Wife, let's go to the hospital."
But she had simply smiled and dismissed his worries.
"Kuch nahi Rudar, sirf thoda exhaustion hai. Itna tension mat lo."
"It's nothing, Rudar, just a little exhaustion. Don't worry so much."
That morning, Rudraksh got ready for work as usual. He adjusted his tie, sparing a glance at his wife, who still looked a little pale. He sighed and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Aaram karna, aur agar tabiyat zyada kharab lage toh mujhe phone karna."
"Get some rest, and if you feel worse, call me."
She hummed in response, watching as he left for work. Now that Aarav and Aarushi had also joined the family business, Rudraksh was no longer burdened with work alone. He had been coming home earlier these days, spending more time with her-something that always made her heart swell with love.
By afternoon, Aarohi was feeling especially lazy. Her limbs felt heavy, her body sluggish. She decided to take a short nap, hoping it would refresh her.
But suddenly, her eyes flew open, her stomach twisting painfully. She rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time before she started vomiting. The sick feeling left her shaken, her hands gripping the sink as she stared at her reflection.
And then, it hit her.
She hadn't gotten her period this month.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as realization dawned upon her. Tomorrow was their first anniversary-and this could be the most unexpected yet beautiful gift life had given her.
With trembling hands, she quickly ordered a pregnancy test kit. Every second of waiting felt like an eternity. Finally, the moment came. She took the test, her breath held tight in anticipation.
Two pink lines.
Positive.
She gasped, staring at the result, tears brimming in her eyes. A soft, shaky laugh escaped her lips.
Her hand instinctively went to her belly as she whispered with love, "I know you are unplanned... Tumhare papa chahta tha ki pehle meri career settle ho, isliye kabhi bacchon ki baat nahi ki... Lekin mujhe pata hai, jab use pata chalega toh woh tumse duniya se bhi zyada pyaar karega."
"I know you are unplanned... Your father wanted me to settle my career first, that's why he never talked about having a child... But I know, when he finds out, he will love you more than anything in this world."
Her heart was overflowing with joy. She couldn't keep this from Rudraksh, not even for a day. It was supposed to be a surprise for their anniversary, but she just couldn't wait.
She wanted to tell him today.
Excitement surged through her veins as she quickly ordered fresh flowers, candles, and decorations for their room. She wanted everything to be perfect when he walked in.
Evening arrived, and normally, Rudraksh would be home early. But what if today he got held up? What if he had an urgent meeting? She didn't want to take any chances.
She picked up her phone and dialed his number.
The phone barely rang once before he answered. It was as if he had been waiting for her call.
"Hello, wifey," came his deep, warm voice.
Aarohi took a deep breath. "Rudar, kya aap ghar jaldi aa sakte hain?"
"Rudar, can you come home early?"
There was a brief pause before his voice turned urgent, slightly panicked.
"Aap thik hain na, biwi?"
"Are you okay, wife?"
Aarohi smiled softly, touched by his concern. "Main thik hoon, bas aapko bohot miss kar rahi thi."
"I'm fine, I was just missing you a lot."
There was a moment of silence, and then, she could hear the smile in his voice.
"Bas dus minute intezaar karo, main raste mein hoon."
"Just wait ten minutes, I'm on my way."
Aarohi sighed in relief. "Okay... Take care."
Just as she was about to hang up, his voice came again, softer, filled with love.
"I love you."
Her heart fluttered. "I love you too."
She smiled, glancing at the beautifully decorated room, her hand resting on her belly once again.
Tonight, her life was going to change forever.
The evening was painted with the soft glow of candlelight, filling the room with a golden radiance. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, their delicate fragrance blending with the warmth of the night.
Rudraksh entered the mansion with his usual calm demeanor, his sharp eyes scanning his surroundings as he made his way toward their room. But tonight, something was different. Something felt... unusual.
As he pushed the door open, his breath hitched.
There she stood, waiting for him-his Aarohi.
She was a vision of sheer perfection, draped in an elegant outfit that accentuated every delicate curve of her body. The soft flicker of candlelight danced across her face, illuminating the innocence in her deep, expressive eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, as if she had been waiting to say something, but her nerves held her back.
Rudraksh's eyes darkened with something primal, something possessive.
For a long moment, he said nothing, just drinking in the sight of his wife-the woman who had tamed the beast within him. Then, a lazy smirk tugged at his lips as he took slow, deliberate steps toward her.
His voice, deep and laced with teasing, shattered the silence.
"Kya aaj mujhe maarne ka iraada hai, jaana?"
"Are you planning to kill me today, my love?"
He reached out, tracing a feather-light touch down her arm, sending a shiver coursing through her.
"Lekin tumhe yeh sab karne ki zaroorat nahi... Main pehle se hi tumhari marzi ka ghulaam hoon."
"But you don't have to do all this... I'm already at your mercy."
Aarohi let out a soft chuckle, her heart pounding wildly. But tonight, this wasn't just about romance. Tonight, she had something far more precious to share-something that would forever change their lives.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the small object she had kept hidden behind her. Taking a deep breath, she held it out to him, her eyes brimming with unspoken emotions.
Rudraksh's brows furrowed slightly as he took the pregnancy test from her hands, his gaze flickering between her and the small stick displaying two clear pink lines.
Confusion crossed his face.
"Yeh kya hai, Biwi?"
"What is this, wife?"
Aarohi's heart swelled with emotions, tears gathering in her eyes. She gently took his large, calloused hand, placing it over her stomach, as if wanting him to feel the tiny life growing within her.
Her voice came out in a whisper, shy yet filled with overwhelming love.
"Aap papa banne wale hain..."
"You're going to be a father..."
She bit her lip, nervously awaiting his reaction.
But the moment Rudraksh heard those words, his entire body went rigid.
His hand, which had just been resting over her stomach, snapped back as if it had been burned. His expression darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes.
And then, in the coldest voice she had ever heard from him, he said,
"Mujhe koi baccha nahi chahiye. Tum samjhti ho?"
"I don't want a child. Do you understand?"
Silence.
Aarohi stood frozen, his words slicing through her like a dagger.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. It took her a moment to process what he had just said.
Tears welled in her eyes, the pain of rejection settling deep within her chest. She searched his face, hoping-praying-for some sign that he didn't mean what he had just said. But all she saw was a cold, detached expression, as if he were shutting himself off from any emotion.
The sting in her heart intensified, and before she could say anything, Rudraksh turned away.
Without another word, he stormed out of the room, leaving her standing there, broken and confused.
As the door slammed shut, Aarohi felt something inside her shatter.
The dam of emotions broke, and she collapsed onto the bed, sobs wracking her fragile frame.
She had thought he would be happy. She had thought he would hold her, kiss her, cherish this moment with her. But instead, he had rejected not just their baby-but her.
On the other side of the mansion...
Rudraksh stepped into his study, his breathing heavy, his mind a mess of emotions he couldn't control. His hands clenched into fists, his body trembling with an unbearable ache.
He wanted to forget the look in her eyes-the pain, the betrayal. But it was haunting him.
His vision blurred with rage, and before he could stop himself, his fist flew towards the nearest object-CRASH!
The glass table shattered beneath his wrath.
His hands moved to the bookshelves, the vases, anything he could get his hands on. Crash. Shatter. Bang. One by one, everything in the room was destroyed.
But it still wasn't enough.
Because the real destruction was happening inside him.
His breaths were ragged, his heart racing in panic. His body shook violently, and suddenly, his reflection in the mirror caught his eye.
The man staring back at him was broken.
A stranger.
His fists clenched once more before he let out a guttural roar and punched the mirror with full force.
CRACK.
Glass shattered into a million pieces, sharp edges embedding into his knuckles. Blood dripped down his fingers, painting the floor in deep crimson. But he didn't care. He didn't feel the pain.
His body trembled as he fell to his knees, his voice breaking into a desperate whisper.
"Main tumhe nahi khona chahta... Main tumhe nahi kho sakta..."
"I can't lose you... I can't afford to lose you..."
He closed his eyes, his chest heaving as the painful memories of his past flooded his mind.
His mother.
The woman who had left him the day Aarushi and Aarav were born. The woman he had loved with every part of his being, only to have fate snatch her away.
And now, history was repeating itself.
Aarohi was carrying his child.
What if she...?
No.
He couldn't think about it.
He wouldn't survive if he lost her.
His head throbbed with unbearable pain, his hands curling into his hair. His breathing was erratic, his body drowning in an ocean of fear.
And then-
"Rudaaaar!"
Aarohi's voice pierced through his haze.
He barely had time to process before she burst into the room, her eyes wide with shock.
Her heart stopped at the sight in front of her.
The room was completely wrecked. Glass shards littered the floor, broken furniture scattered everywhere. And in the middle of the chaos-Rudraksh, bleeding, trembling, broken.
Her breath hitched.
"Rudar... Yeh kya kiya tumne?"
"Rudar... What have you done?"
Tears streamed down her face as she ran towards him.
"Biwi... Jaao yahan se."
"Wife... Leave from here."
His voice was hoarse, pained.
But Aarohi didn't move.
Instead, she knelt before him, her hands gently reaching for his wounded ones.
"Main kahin nahi jaa rahi."
"I'm not going anywhere."
She slowly guided him to the couch, making him sit as she cupped his face with her trembling hands.
"Rudar... Mujhse sach bolo. Tum aise kyun react kar rahe ho?"
"Rudar... Tell me the truth. Why are you reacting like this?"
He took a deep, shuddering breath before breaking completely.
And in that moment, she finally understood his fear.
Here's a deeply emotional and intense continuation of the scene, capturing every bit of Rudraksh's turmoil and Aarohi's love.
Aarohi's heart clenched as she finally saw the deep-rooted fear behind Rudraksh's eyes. He wasn't rejecting their child-he was terrified. Terrified of losing her.
His grip on her tightened as if he was afraid she would disappear any second. His head remained buried in her stomach, his breath uneven, his body trembling.
"Main tumhe nahi khona chahta, Aarohi... Main phir se akela nahi reh sakta!"
"I don't want to lose you, Aarohi... I can't be alone again!"
Aarohi ran her fingers through his hair, her own eyes brimming with tears.
"Rudar... aisa kuch nahi hoga, jaan. Main yahi hoon, main kahin nahi jaa rahi."
"Rudar... nothing like that will happen, love. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
But Rudraksh only shook his head violently, his grip tightening around her waist, almost crushing her into him.
"Nahi, Biwi! Tumhe yaad hai na, doctor ne kya kaha tha? Tumhe chhaku se chot lagi thi... Tumhare sharir pe asar hua hai... Tumhe itni takleef hui thi!"
"No, wife! Do you remember what the doctor said? You were stabbed... your body was affected... You suffered so much!"
His voice cracked, and he pulled back just enough to cup her face, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with nothing but sheer panic.
"Agar tumhe kuch ho gaya toh? Agar tum bhi mujhe chhod kar chali gayi toh?"
"What if something happens to you? What if you leave me too?"
Aarohi felt her heart break all over again.
This wasn't just fear. This was a child who had lost his mother, a man who had learned to love only through her, and now, a husband who was petrified of losing the only person keeping him sane.
She cupped his face, her thumbs brushing away the tears that had unknowingly escaped from his usually strong, arrogant eyes.
"Rudar..." she whispered softly, leaning her forehead against his.
"Main jaanti hoon ki tumhare andar kitna dard hai. Tumne apni maa ko kho diya, aur tumhe lagta hai ki ab main bhi chali jaungi..."
"I know how much pain you carry inside you. You lost your mother, and now you think you'll lose me too..."
Her voice wavered, but she didn't stop.
"Lekin sach yeh hai ki main kahin nahi jaane wali. Tumhari Aarohi kabhi tumhe chhod kar nahi jaayegi."
"But the truth is, I'm not going anywhere. Your Aarohi will never leave you."
She took his bleeding hands in hers, pressing them against her heart.
"This heart beats only for you, Rudar... only for you."
Rudraksh squeezed his eyes shut, his breath shuddering as her words sank into him.
But his fear refused to leave.
"Par Biwi... agar tumhe kuch ho gaya toh? Agar tum..."
"But wife... what if something happens to you? If you..."
Aarohi placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.
"Bas, ab aur kuch mat bolo. Tumhari bakwaas sunne ka bilkul man nahi hai mujhe."
"Enough. I don't want to hear another word of this nonsense."
She tilted his face up, forcing him to look at her.
"Tumhari Aarohi itni kamzor nahi hai, Rudraksh Rajput."
"Your Aarohi isn't that weak, Rudraksh Rajput."
"Main ek mafia king ki rani hoon. Tumhari rani."
"I am the queen of a mafia king. Your queen."
A smirk flickered on her lips, even through the tears.
"Aur ek rani apne raja ko chhod kar nahi jaati."
"And a queen never leaves her king."
Rudraksh stared at her, completely lost.
She was everything.
His light. His darkness. His madness. His cure.
Aarohi pulled him closer, kissing away the tears on his cheeks.
"Main tumse wada karti hoon, jaan... main hamesha tumhare saath rahungi. Tum mujhe jitna marzi dhakka do, jitna marzi gussa karo... main kahin nahi jaane wali."
"I promise you, love... I will always be with you. No matter how much you push me away, no matter how angry you get... I'm not going anywhere."
Her lips trailed down his jaw, pressing against the rapid pulse of his neck.
"Aur tumhe ek baat bataun?"
"And shall I tell you something?"
Rudraksh could only hum, his voice failing him.
Aarohi smiled softly.
"Tum meri jaan ho, aur main tumhari. Tum mujhe khona afford nahi kar sakte, aur main tumhe."
"You are my life, and I am yours. You can't afford to lose me, and I can't afford to lose you."
For the first time that night, Rudraksh let out a shaky breath.
His hands, still trembling, found their way around her waist again, pulling her impossibly closer.
He held onto her as if his entire existence depended on it.
And maybe... it did.
Aarohi knew how much Rudraksh had suffered, how much pain he had been carrying within himself. She had seen the torment in his eyes, felt the tremors in his touch, and heard the desperation in his voice. And yet, she knew she had to bring him out of this fear, out of this darkness.
She inhaled deeply, composing herself before she dramatically sighed, placing a hand over her stomach.
"Wese ab mera baby tumse gussa hai!"
"By the way, now my baby is angry with you!"
Rudraksh, still clinging to her waist, his face buried in her stomach, stilled for a moment before looking up at her, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Kya?"
"What?"
Aarohi folded her arms, tilting her head with a teasing pout.
"Haan! Tumne uska welcome achhe se nahi kiya na! Pehle toh keh diya ki tumhe baccha nahi chahiye, ab bolo, uska dil toot gaya hoga na?"
"Yes! You didn't welcome the baby properly! First, you said you don't want a child, now tell me, won't the baby be heartbroken?"
Rudraksh blinked, realization dawning upon him. His grip on her waist tightened as he let out a heavy sigh, still lost in her warmth.
"Main kaise usse mana sakta hoon jab uski maa hi mujhe maaf nahi kar rahi?"
"How can I make it up to the baby when its mother herself isn't forgiving me?"
Aarohi rolled her eyes, shaking her head at his words.
"Tum bhi na, Rudar! Tumhe pata hai na tumhara emotional atyachaar mujhpar chalta nahi hai!"
"Rudar, you know your emotional blackmail doesn't work on me!"
Rudraksh smirked against her stomach, his fingers tracing small circles on her back.
"Main emotional blackmail nahi kar raha, main sach keh raha hoon, Biwi."
"I'm not emotionally blackmailing you, wife. I'm speaking the truth."
Aarohi narrowed her eyes at him, but before she could say anything, he gently placed a featherlight kiss on her stomach.
Her breath hitched.
His lips lingered there for a moment, as if whispering an unspoken promise to the little life growing inside her.
Then, with a deep, husky voice, he murmured, "Mujhe maaf kar de, chhoti jaan... Papa ne gusse mein jo bhi kaha, uska yeh matlab nahi ki main tumse pyaar nahi karta."
"Forgive me, little one... Whatever Papa said in anger doesn't mean I don't love you."
Aarohi's heart melted at his words. Her fingers instinctively went to his hair, playing with the soft strands as he pressed another kiss, firmer this time, against her stomach.
She smiled, shaking her head.
"Aur mujhe?"
"And what about me?"
Rudraksh tilted his head up, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a newfound determination.
"Tumse kaise mana maang sakta hoon jab tum pehle se hi meri ho?"
"How can I ask for forgiveness from you when you're already mine?"
Aarohi gasped as he suddenly pulled her down onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her securely.
"Aur haan, tumne kaha na ki baby tumse gussa hai?"
"And yes, you said the baby is angry with me?"
His smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and teasing.
"Toh main use bhi mana lunga... tumhe bhi aur baby ko bhi."
"Then I will make it up to both of you... you and the baby."
Aarohi felt shivers run down her spine.
This man...
This man was her madness, her peace, her home.
The air between them was thick with longing as Rudraksh's dark, smoldering eyes roamed over Aarohi, who sat before him like a vision of divinity. She was glowing-not just with beauty, but with something more, something ethereal, something that made his heart thunder wildly in his chest.
He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw before tilting her chin up.
"Jaan, can we make love? It won't harm the baby, right?" His voice
Aarohi's cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as she shyly nodded, her lips trembling under the intensity of his gaze.
A sinful smirk tugged at Rudraksh's lips. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, his voice dropping lower, deep and intoxicating.
"I will be gentle... but you know, baby, I don't do soft for long."
Aarohi slowly tried to pull herself up from the bed, the soft sheets tangled around her body, her skin still tingling from the lingering passion of the night. Her heart was still racing, and as she tried to move, her body felt weak from the intensity of what they shared. But before she could even sit up properly, Rudraksh's strong hands were at her waist, pulling her back into his embrace, his lips curling into a mischievous grin.
"Jaan, trying to run away already?" he teased, his voice husky from sleep and desire, a playful gleam in his eyes as he scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her against his chest.
Aarohi's cheeks flushed, her heart skipping a beat as she nestled into him, feeling the warmth of his chest against her bare skin. She knew that look, the one that spoke of both love and mischief.
"Rudar... let me go... I need to get ready," she protested softly, but the heat in her voice was betraying her, and deep down, she didn't want him to let her go.
"Shhh... I'll take care of everything today, baby. You need rest." His words were gentle, but there was a possessive undertone that made her pulse quicken.
He carried her to the bathroom, his steps purposeful as he sat her gently on the edge of the bathtub. Then, in one fluid motion, he began preparing the warm water for her bath, all the while making her feel like the center of his universe.
Aarohi sat quietly, watching him with a mixture of adoration and awe. She knew that despite everything, he would always protect her. He had a way of making her feel both cherished and safe, as if she was his everything.
Once the water was ready, Rudraksh carefully lifted her again, this time guiding her into the tub, his hands tenderly holding her as she sank into the warm embrace of the water. He knelt beside the tub, his fingers gently massaging her shoulders, washing away all the exhaustion from the day and night before.
"You're so beautiful, Aarohi...," he whispered, his voice thick with affection. His eyes never left her, as if he was savoring every moment of being so close to her.
After her bath, Rudraksh carefully helped her out, wrapping her in a soft towel before picking out a beautiful dress for her. As he dressed her, his hands were soft, careful, and his touch lingered over every inch of her body, making her heart flutter.
Once she was dressed, he gently cupped her face and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. But then, his hands lowered, and he kissed her stomach-his lips lingering there for a long moment as if he was kissing the very soul of their unborn child.
"I love you, baby... and I'll love this little one too." His voice was filled with warmth and tenderness as he softly caressed her belly, as though assuring their child that no harm would ever come to them.
Aarohi's heart swelled, the emotions overwhelming her. "I love you too, Rudar," she whispered, unable to hold back the tears that began to form in her eyes.
In that moment, with his lips against her belly, kissing their unborn child, Aarohi knew that her life, and their life together, was going to be filled with love, tenderness, and a bond that could never be broken. She was his, and they were a family-united and strong, no matter what life threw their way.
Aarohi's breath hitched.
"Like always, you are a beast, Rudar." Her voice was a mere whisper, yet it carried the weight of her love, her acceptance of every untamed, possessive part of him.
His smirk deepened. His grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her flush against his body, making her gasp at the sheer rawness of his presence.
"And you love this beast, don't you, Biwi?" he murmured, his lips grazing her earlobe, sending electric currents down her spine.
Aarohi's fingers dug into his shoulders as he bit down on her neck, marking her as his. A soft moan escaped her lips, fueling the fire in his veins.
"Say it," he commanded, his voice dark, demanding.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her pulse hammering in her ears.
"I love my beast..." she breathed, surrendering to the intoxicating passion between them.
A groan of satisfaction rumbled from Rudraksh as he crashed his lips against hers, kissing her with a hunger that consumed them both. His hands roamed over her, claiming every inch of her with sinful devotion.
That night, Rudraksh worshiped her like a queen, devouring her, cherishing her, and drowning her in the depths of his love. And as the night stretched into dawn, he reminded her, again and again, exactly who she belonged to.
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The early morning light filtered through the curtains as Aarohi lay sprawled against Rudraksh's bare chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. A contented sigh left her lips, but as her gaze trailed down, she suddenly remembered-
Her eyes snapped to his bandaged hand, and her expression instantly shifted. She sat up, gently taking his injured hand in hers. Her brows furrowed, her lips pursing in concern.
"Aur haan, Mr. Patidev, yeh kya? Maine abhi toh bandage kiya tha! Aap phir se khud ko chot pahunchane lage?"
"And yes, Mr. Husband, what is this? I just bandaged it! You're hurting yourself again?"
Rudraksh smirked lazily, his other hand reaching to grip her waist possessively. His voice was husky, still thick with the remnants of their passion.
"Toh kya karta, Biwi? Tum jo ro padi thi, meri jaan nikal gayi thi."
"Then what should I have done, wife? You started crying, and I felt like dying."
Aarohi pouted, her eyes softening as she pressed her lips gently against his wounded knuckles.
"Zyada hero mat bano, Rudar. Tumhe dard ho raha hoga."
"Don't act like a hero, Rudar. It must be hurting you."
Rudraksh let out a dark chuckle before flipping her beneath him in a swift, effortless move, making her gasp. His heated gaze locked onto hers, mischief dancing in his sinful smirk.
"Jo dard tum deti ho na, Biwi, woh sabse zyada pyara hota hai."
"The pain you give me, wife, is the most precious one."
Aarohi's cheeks flamed as her heart pounded against her ribs. Before she could even think of a reply, he leaned in, his lips teasingly brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice sinfully smooth-
"Aur waise bhi, jo chot tumhari yaadon se na mile, uska koi maza nahi hota."
"And anyway, if the wound isn't from your memories, there's no fun in it."
Aarohi's breath caught in her throat. Her body betrayed her, shivering under the slow, sensual torture of his lips as they trailed down, worshipping her all over again.
Rudraksh Rajput was unstoppable, and he made sure she knew it.
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