RUHANI'S POV

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my blood boiling with every passing second. I left the hospital without listening to anything after seeing the news.

The hospital's parking lot seemed to fade into the background as my mind replayed the news of my man Ritvik's involvement with Nandita Chauhan.

How dare she! The audacity of that woman was infuriating. I thought of giving her some space, leaving her alone for a few days so she could enjoy her time with her family before going to hell. But no, it seemed that two-piece bitch really wanted my attention very badly.

I was continuously calling Ritvik, but every time his phone was just switched off. It wasn't that I didn't trust him - he is my man, my Ritvik, and I trusted him with my everything. I knew he loved me, he cared for me and our marriage is strong. But I didn't trust that two-piece bitch. If she had done something, I would find out. I would uncover every detail, every secret, and I would make sure she paid for it.

As I sat in the car, seething with anger and determination, my phone suddenly pinged with a notification. I looked at it and saw that Ruhi had sent me the details of Nandita Chauhan. My eyes scanned the information, and my anger turned to shock and disgust. But I didn't get surprised at all maybe I have predicted much more shady things for her.

Name - Nandita Chauhan
Father - Amrit Chauhan (Politician)
Currently working on RS ENTERPRISES
DOB - XX.XX.XXXX
Exs - 8
Multiple sex partners...
The list went on, detailing her questionable behavior and shady connections.

My eyes didn't widen as I read on, taking in the details of her properties and other information. But this was more than I had bargained for. It seemed Nandita Chauhan was more than just a pretty face.

She had a reputation, and it was clear she was not someone to be underestimated. I felt a surge of determination. I would get to the bottom of this, and I would make sure she paid for whatever she was doing.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I needed to talk to Ritvik, to confront him about this. But first, I needed to know more. I needed to understand the extent of Nandita's involvement with Ritvik and what she wanted from him.

I am getting anxious. My blood is boiling like a hot oil. I guess I am getting my anger issues back after seeing that news. Ruhani, you have to control yourself. You just didn't waste your four years in therapies just to provoke with these mere things. You have to control yourself for your Ritvik.

Trust him, calm down.
Think about his smile, his calm face.
I parked my car in the middle of the road and closed my eyes while taking deep breaths.

Suddenly Ritvik's smile flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest.

His eyes, deep and calm, like the stillness at the center of a stormy ocean, seemed to draw me in, hypnotizing me with their tranquility.

I remembered the way he looked at me, the way his gaze held mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

As I thought about him, I realized that my anger and frustration with Nandita Chauhan were momentarily forgotten. All I could think about was Ritvik, his smile, his eyes, and the way he made me feel. I felt a pang of longing, a desire to be with him, to talk to him, to know what was going on in his mind.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I knew I had to be strategic, to play it smart. I couldn't just rush in without a plan. I would gather more information, dig deeper, and then I would strike.

That two-piece bitch had no idea what she was up against. I am Ruhani, and I would not be threatened or intimidated. I would fight for my family, for my man,for my Ritvik And I would win. Because Ruhani Ritvik Agnihotri never fights to lose. She will win anyhow.

I was just about to start my car to reach my Ritvik as soon as possible, but suddenly my phone rang. First I thought about ignoring it and starting the car ; but something inside me told me to pick it up.

Before realising, I picked the call up and that's the best decision ever I made in my life.

"Hello, Ruhani."
He said and I felt like I was melting in his words. I took a deep breath which I was holding for how long even I don't know.

My eyes got closed just listening to his voice and a smile curved in my face like a lifeless fish got back her life.

"Baby, I know you are angry with me. Even I'm ready to make it up to you. But please at least say something na." Ritvik said with an explanation and I know a small pout formed in his lips with some frowns on his forehead.

"You know na how careless your Ritvik is. I forgot to charge the phone. Please baby say something na. At least a hii or hello." He said sorry he whined like a child made a mistake and he knew that, so he was doing cute things to mend his mistakes.

I was just listening to his voice, feeling like I had finally found something I had been searching for without even knowing it.

His voice was like a breath of fresh air, The warmth of his voice enveloped me like a gentle spring breeze on a sweltering summer day, bringing with it a sense of vitality and rejuvenation.

It was as if his words had awakened something deep within me, making me feel alive in a way I never had before. The tension and anxiety that had been building up inside me began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm and tranquility.

As I listened to him, I felt my senses come alive. His voice was like a soothing balm, calming my frazzled nerves and lifting my spirits. It was a reminder of the deep connection we shared, a connection that went beyond words and rational thought.

In that moment, I felt like I was home, like I was exactly where I was meant to be. Ritvik's voice had a way of making me feel seen and heard, like he understood me in a way that no one else did. And as I listened to him, I knew that everything was going to be okay, that as long as we had each other, we could face anything that came our way.

"Baby, you are there na. Okay then, you don't wanna talk to me, at least scold me na. Please..." He said in a desperate voice.

"First let me take a calm breath Ritvik. I'm hearing you after 15 hours, you can't understand this feeling. After that I will scold you as much as you want." I said, trying to maintain a stern to e, but my soft laughter was betraying my true emotions.

"Tum soch bhi nahin sakte kaise tadap rha huu tumhare saath sirf ek baar baat karne ke liye, tumhari ek aawaz sunne ke liye, tumhari saanson se apne dil ki rahat paane ke liye." Ritvik said while taking a long breath in the phone call.
Ritvik's words sent shivers down my spine.

("You can't imagine how much I've been yearning to talk to you, to hear your voice, to find solace in your breathing,")

His voice is filled with emotion. I could almost feel his longing through the phone, and it melted my heart. His words were like a gentle caress, soothing my soul and making me feel loved.

I tried to maintain a stern tone, but his cheesy lines made me smile. "Okay, okay, I get it. Don't try to sweet-talk me, Mr. Ritvik Agnihotri," I said, pretending to be annoyed.

But Ritvik was quick to correct me. "Yep my queen, my hooman ; Who I am to oversmart you, baby. But actually, it's Ritvik Ruhani Agnihotri," he said, his voice firm but playful. "And you're Mrs. Ruhani Ritvik Agnihotri. Keep this in your little mind, my queen," he added, laughing at his own joke.

I couldn't help but laugh at his antics. He always knew how to make me smile, how to lighten the mood. His playfulness was infectious, and I found myself giggling like a schoolgirl. "You're such a goofball," I said, shaking my head in amusement.

Ritvik's laughter echoed through the phone, and I could almost picture him grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, someone's got to keep you entertained," he said, his voice filled with mirth. In that moment, everything felt right with the world, and all that mattered was that we were talking, that we were together in our own little bubble of love and laughter.

We both were laughing in our conversation wholeheartedly.

But suddenly The conversation took a serious turn, and Ritvik's tone changed.

"Baby, you knew, right?" he asked, and a heavy, thick silence followed. I didn't hesitate for a moment.

"I trust you"

I said, without another thought. My trust in Ritvik was unwavering, and I knew that nothing could break the bond between us.

Ritvik took a long breath, and I could sense a mix of emotions. He started explaining, "Actually, Ms. Chauhan is molested. And I found her in the middle of the road. So I took her to the city hospital and the shitty media..." But I cut him off,

"You don't need to explain everything to me, Ritvik. I know you. I have full faith in you. Moreover, I trust you. I know my man. You don't need to explain, Ritvik."

He paused for a few seconds. Then Ritvik's response was filled with emotion.

"How the fuck a shitty man like me got this lucky to find a Goddess like you. Damn, I surely have done so many good works in my previous life."

His laugh was different this time, not playful or comforting, but laced with a sense of wonder and gratitude. I was taken aback, and I couldn't form any words. His words had touched my heart, and I felt a deep sense of comfort and felt lucky with him.

"Do you want me to come there?" I asked without any hesitation, my concern for Ritvik's well-being evident in my voice. I was ready to drop everything and rush to his side, to be with him and support him through whatever he was going through. My heart was racing with worry, but I tried to keep my tone calm and reassuring.

"Don't worry, my wife," Ritvik replied, his tone soothing and reassuring. "You go home and take rest, okay. No need to worry. After the arrival of her family, I'll go to my family, my home, my wife; to you. So you take rest, okay sweetheart." His words were like a warm hug, enveloping me in a sense of safety and comfort. I felt my worries begin to dissipate, replaced by a sense of trust and faith in Ritvik's ability to handle the situation.

I couldn't help but smile at his gentle words. "Jo hukum, mere pati dev," I said, mimicking an obedient child, and Ritvik laughed. His laughter was music to my ears, a sweet melody that soothed my frazzled nerves and lifted my spirits. I loved the way he laughed, the way his voice filled with joy and warmth. It was infectious, and I found myself laughing along with him.

As I listened to his laughter, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. After the hectic and tense day, it was a balm to my soul to hear his voice, to know that he was okay. I decided not to burden him with Arnav's behavior just yet.

Instead, I would focus on taking care of Ritvik's business and mental health. He was my priority, my diamond, the light in my grey world. I would do everything in my power to support him, to be his rock and his safe haven.

As we chatted for a bit longer, Ritvik's voice eventually turned playful. "So," he paused,

"send me a 'good night' kiss, pleaseeee."

He whined like a baby, and I couldn't help but smile.

I blew flying kisses into the phone, and Ritvik's satisfied sigh was the perfect response. "Mwah," I said, making a kissing sound, and Ritvik chuckled.

"Good night, love," I whispered, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.

"Good night, my life," Ritvik replied, his voice low and husky. "Sleep tight, my wife. I'll be home soon."

I smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation and excitement. I couldn't wait to see him, to hold him in my arms and feel his lips on mine. The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my heart flutter with love and desire.

As I ended the call, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. But a nagging thought poked inside my mind, like a gentle whisper that refused to be silenced. I had said "Good night, LOVE" to Ritvik, but had he even heard the "love" part? Or had he deliberately ignored it, lost in his own thoughts and concerns? I replayed the conversation in my mind, trying to recall his tone, his inflection, but I couldn't be sure.

I pushed the thought aside, reminding myself that I shouldn't expect anything from him. I should be the giver, not the receiver. For him, I would give my entire life, but I wouldn't expect anything in return. No grand gestures, no lavish gifts, no sweet words. Just being with him, supporting him, loving him - that was enough for me.

Kyunki pyaar mein kabhi ummeed nahin hoti. Woh bass ek sukoon ki wajah honi chahiye. Jab tak pyaar sukoon de tab tak usse Dil ki dhadkan bana ke rakhni chahiye aur jab woh umeed ke gheron mein jaake lohe ki janjir ban jaaye aur kuch maangne lage tab usse wanhi apne gale se nikalke fek deni chahiye. Aur mein unka janjir nahin unka sukoon banna chahti hu. Unka rahat banna chahti hu. Woh thandi hawa banna chahti hu jo apne andar sab tofan ko sama ke unhe sukoon de paaye.

(Because in love, there's never any expectation. It should just be a reason for peace. As long as love brings peace, it should be cherished as the heartbeat. But when it turns into a chain of expectations and starts demanding things, then it's best to throw it away from your neck. And I don't want to be his chain, I want to be his peace. I want to be his comfort. I want to be the cool breeze that absorbs all the storms within and gives them peace.)

I didn't want to be a burden to Ritvik, a weight that he had to carry. I wanted to be his haven, his safe space, where he could be himself without fear of judgment or rejection.

I wanted to be Ritvik's peace, his comfort, his solace. I wanted to be calm in his storm, the cool breeze that soothes his soul. I envisioned myself as a gentle stream, flowing smoothly over rounded rocks, reflecting the beauty of the world around me. That's what I wanted to be for Ritvik - a reflection of peace, a source of comfort

My heart was full of love, and my mind was filled with thoughts of him. The sound of his voice still lingered in my ears, a soothing melody that calmed my nerves and lifted my spirits. I closed my eyes, letting the memory of his voice wash over me, and smiled, feeling at peace. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Just Ritvik, just love, just peace.

As I closed my eyes while recalling his face, I knew that I would always be there for him, no matter what. I would be his rock, his shelter, his safe haven. And I knew that he would do the same for me, that we would weather life's storms together, side by side, hand in hand. The thought brought me comfort, and I started my car, surrounded by the soothing sound of his voice, and the gentle hum of my own heartbeat.

I felt a sudden jolt of concern as I saw the caller ID - the head of the NGO where the orphan children lived. It was late at night, and I couldn't think of a good reason why she would be calling me at this hour. My heart racing, I quickly picked up the call.

"Any problem?"

I asked, my voice firm and urgent.

The manager's voice on the other end was reassuring at first.

"Actually, ma'am, no problem with the children. They all are good and sleeping soundly."

I took a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. But then she continued, her voice laced with concern. "But ma'am, the lady whom you brought here, is panicked for why we don't know. For the past 15 minutes, she has been behaving so weird. She locked herself in that store room. We tried so much, but she isn't replying to any of us. And now she isn't even responding."

My heart sank as I listened to her words. Nandita. Something was wrong with Maa. I didn't waste another moment. "And you are telling me this?" I asked, my voice was sharp with urgency. But before the manager could respond, I cut her off. "Wait there. Don't leave her side. I will reach there in 10 minutes." I hung up the call and quickly got ready to head to the NGO. My mind was racing with thoughts of Maa and what could be wrong with her. I had to get there quickly and figure out what was going on.

RITVIK'S POV

I sat in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the sterile smell of medicine and syringes that seemed to cling to my skin like a bad omen. The fluorescent lights above flickered softly, casting an eerie glow on the walls.

But the bitterness of the scent was nothing compared to the turmoil brewing inside me. My mind replayed the events of the evening, and I couldn't shake off the memory of Ruhani's words. The way she said she trusted me, despite the media's vicious portrayal, made me feel like I was floating on cloud nine. The only best thing happened on this whole bad day.

Every moment with her felt like a dream, one that I never wanted to wake up from. The way she understood me, like she knew me better than I knew myself, was both exhilarating and humbling.

I felt like I was living in a fantasy world, one where Ruhani's love was the only reality that mattered. I imagined us floating on a serene lake, surrounded by lush greenery, with the warm sun shining down on us. The thought of losing her, of waking up from this dream, was unbearable.

As I thought about our conversation, my mind kept drifting back to the moment she whispered "good night, LOVE." My heart skipped multiple beats, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. The word "love" on her lips was like a whispered secret, one that only I was privy to. I replayed the moment over and over in my head, trying to decipher the emotions behind her words. Was it a slip of the tongue, or did she mean it? The uncertainty was both thrilling and terrifying.

I felt like I was drowning in the depths of her eyes, lost in the ocean of her love. And I didn't want to be rescued. I wanted to stay there, suspended in that moment, forever. The thought of being with her, of holding her close, of feeling her warmth and love, was all that mattered. I was willing to do anything, sacrifice anything, to make this dream a reality.

But suddenly the doubts crept in, like a thief in the night, stealing my confidence and filling my mind with uncertainty.

Did I really deserve her pure love?

Was I worthy of her being loved?

The thought of being with her, of having her by my side, seemed like a cruel joke, a prank played on me by life itself. I am a bad omen, a magnet for trouble, and she is a lotus, pure and untouched.

The thought of tarnishing her purity with my presence was a constant fear.

What if I wasn't good enough for her?

What if I let her down?

The weight of my own inadequacies threatened to crush me. I felt like I was living in a dream, one that would soon shatter, leaving me with nothing but shattered hopes and broken dreams.

Ruhani's love was like a ray of sunshine, bright and warm, but I was a dark cloud, threatening to rain down on her parade.

Could I really hold onto her love, or would I somehow manage to mess it up?

The fear of losing her, of not being good enough for her, was a constant companion, one that I couldn't shake off.

As I stood there, lost in my doubts ...

Was she truly ..lo..ved.. me, truly believed in us?

The uncertainty was suffocating, making it hard to breathe. But one thing was certain - I would do everything in my power to hold onto her love, to prove to her that I was worth loving.

As I sat there, lost in thought, suffocating myself with these doubts, I knew that I had to see her, to talk to her, to tell her how I felt. The thought of not being able to express my emotions, of not being able to tell her how much she meant to me, was unbearable. I got up, determination coursing through my veins, and made my way to my home, to my lotus.

I was about to go to my wife after leaving the hospital, but suddenly Arjun's message popped in my phone screen.

Arjun
"All the media news was wiped out."

Ritvik
"and about the media ?"
Arjun
"what ! You wanted them to wipe out."

Ritvik
"since when did you start thinking about the media. They tried to spread misunderstanding between me & my wife. So they need to be wiped out."

Arjun
"okay. I've sent them to the basement."

This bastard has coloured his hands in blood more than me. He loves to bathe in blood, but now he wants to do jagat kalyan. Wow, so now the cat stopped eating fish . Something is sure off.

As I walked out of the medical store room, I caught sight of Ms. Chauhan's parents, and my instincts immediately went on high alert. I approached them with cautious steps, careful to maintain a neutral expression. I didn't want to reveal my true feelings, especially not in front of them. They were, after all, connected to my lotus, Ruhani, and I needed to keep my emotions in check.

"So, take care of your daughter," I said, my voice was measured and professional. "If you need any lawyer, the company will provide everything." I was trying to be courteous, but my words felt hollow, even to my own ears. I wasn't really interested in helping them, but I knew it was the right thing to do.

The minister's response was like a slap in the face. "We have no daughter," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. I felt a surge of anger, mixed with disgust and disappointment. How could a father say something like that about his own child? I looked back at him, and our eyes met. What struck me was the blank expression on his face, the complete lack of emotion. It was as if he was staring into a void, devoid of any feeling or compassion.

In that moment, I was transported back to my own past, to the memories of my own father. The same blankness, the same lack of concern. I felt my blood boil, my anger simmering just below the surface.

How could fathers do this to their children?

How could they abandon them in their time of need?

The pain and suffering of their own flesh and blood seemed to mean nothing to them.

The similarity between the minister's expression and my own father's was unnerving. It was like looking into a mirror, seeing the same pain and neglect reflected back at me.

I felt a pang of sadness, mixed with anger and frustration.

Why did some people not care about their own children?

Why did they not feel the pain and suffering of their own flesh and blood?

The questions swirled in my mind, but I knew I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me. Not now. .

I stood there, frozen in momentary shock, trying to process the minister's words. My mind was racing with thoughts, but I knew I had to stay focused.

I couldn't let my personal demons get in the way of what needed to be done. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and turned away from them.

But then the doctor came out of the ward. The doctor's words hung in the air, like a challenge thrown at the minister's feet.

"Sir, we need a guardian's approval for the patient's surgery. There are some major problems in her internal area."

I turned back to look at the minister, expecting some sign of concern, some glimmer of emotion. But his face remained impassive, a mask of indifference.

I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me.

How could he be so callous, so uncaring?

Didn't he know that his daughter's life was hanging in the balance?

The doctor's words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as the minister turned and walked away without a word. He didn't even glance back, didn't even acknowledge the gravity of the situation.

I watched him go, a sense of disgust growing inside me. How could someone abandon their own child like that?

"Kunal, make every possible arrangement for Ms. Chauhan,"

I said, my voice was firm and decisive.

"From medical to law, and her case, everything."

I didn't even turn back to look at Kunal, didn't need to. I knew he would take care of it.

With a sense of purpose, I walked out of the hospital, the cool night air a welcome respite from the stifling atmosphere inside. I made my way towards my home, my mind racing with thoughts of the arrangements that needed to be made for Ms. Chauhan. I knew I had to take care of her, to ensure that she received the best possible care. The minister may have abandoned her, but I wouldn't. Not now, not ever.

Because, something with her pain & suffering, I can relate which I could never express to anyone including my lotus ; not now, not in future and never.

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AUTHOR'S POV

As Ruhani entered the NGO, she was met with an eerie silence. The children's rooms were locked, and the hall was dimly lit, with only a few soft nightlights illuminating the space.

The sound of gentle snores and soft breathing filled the air, a soothing melody that seemed to lull the entire building into a peaceful slumber. Ruhani took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the area as she made her way towards the stairs leading to the first floor.

Her footsteps echoed softly in the quiet hallway as she climbed the stairs, her heart beating with anticipation. She reached the room where the old lady, was staying, and her eyes met the apologetic gazes of the staff and manager. Ruhani's face softened, and she gave them a reassuring smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

She knocked on the door gently, her knuckles barely making a sound. "Maa?" she called out softly, her voice filled with warmth. There was no response, and she knocked again, a little louder this time. Still, there was silence. Ruhani's face fell, and she knocked thrice, her ear pressed against the door. Suddenly, she heard the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps, as if someone was trying to move stealthily, but couldn't quite manage it.

Ruhani's face broke into a warm smile as she recognized the sound. She knocked again, her voice taking on a playful tone. "Mumma, aapki beti aayi hai. Agar aapne darwaza nahin khola na meri teen ginne tak, toh mein ro ro ke chali jaungi." She said, making a sad pout, her voice dripping with mock despair.

(Mom, your daughter is here. If you don't open the door before I count to three, I'll go away crying.)

The staff and manager exchanged shocked glances, their eyes wide with surprise. They had never seen their usually composed and professional ma'am display such a soft and playful side.

It was as if Ruhani had shed her formal demeanor and revealed a little vulnerable, childlike aspect of herself. The manager's eyes misted over, and she felt a surge of affection for her boss, who was showing a side of herself that few people got to see.

Ruhani turned her heels, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she instructed the staff and manager to return to their rooms.

"You all can go now," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The staff nodded, their faces still etched with curiosity, and began to disperse, their footsteps echoing softly in the hallway. As they disappeared into the darkness, Ruhani hid in the corner of the hallway, her eyes fixed on the door. She held her breath, her ears straining to pick up any sound.

The silence was almost palpable, punctuated only by the distant hum of insects and the soft rustle of leaves in the wind.

And then, it came - a soft creak, like the door was being pushed open with deliberate slowness. The sound was almost imperceptible, but Ruhani's ears picked it up with ease. She smiled to herself, her heart racing with excitement.

The door opened slowly, just a crack, and a pair of blue eyes peeked out, scanning the hallway with a mixture of caution and curiosity. The lady's gaze swept the empty corridor, her eyes lingering on each shadowy corner before finally coming to rest on Ruhani. For a moment, they just stared at each other, Ruhani's smile froze on her face, and the lady's eyes were wide with surprise.

And then, a warm smile spread across the lady's face, and she beckoned Ruhani to come inside, her hand gestures slow and deliberate. Ruhani's face broke into a radiant smile, and she nodded, her eyes shining with amusement.

Without a word, Ruhani slipped into the room, her hand reaching out to grasp the lady's. The lady's eyes sparkled with warmth as she pulled Ruhani inside, and then the door creaked shut behind them, the lock clicking softly into place.

As the door closed, the two women stood there for a moment, their hands clasped together, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. The room was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft hum of the night outside.

Ruhani felt a sense of peace washing over her.  The lady's eyes seemed to hold a deep wisdom, an understanding that went beyond words.

As they moved closer, the old lady's arms wrapped around Ruhani, holding her in a tight, desperate hug. It was as if she had finally found a piece of herself that she thought was lost forever. Ruhani felt the old lady's body tremble with emotion, her own heart overflowing with compassion and love.

"Meri beti..." the old lady whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. She tried to form words, but the feelings were too overwhelming, and she couldn't speak. Instead, she looked up at Ruhani with tears streaming down her face, her eyes pleading for something.

"Ek.. aur.. baar mumma bulao naa..." the old lady begged, her voice barely above a whisper. She wanted to hear that word again, that sweet word that brought her so much comfort and joy.

(Please call me Mumma once again)

Ruhani didn't hesitate. She knew exactly what the old lady needed.

"Mummaa.."

she said softly, her voice filled with love and affection. As she spoke, she tightened her hug, holding the old lady close.

The old lady's body shook with sobs as she heard the word

"Mumma"

It was like a dam had burst, and all the emotions she had been holding back came flooding out. Ruhani held her close, feeling a deep connection to this woman who had become like a mother to her.

In that moment, Ruhani felt like she had finally found the motherly love she had been missing her whole life. Her father had done his best to raise her and never made her feel the lack of mother love as her mother passed away at the time of her birth but it wasn't the same as having a mother's love.

But with the old lady, she felt the motherly warmth, peace and loved in a way she never had before.

The old lady's tears soaked into Ruhani's shoulder, but she didn't mind. She held her close, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her. As they hugged, Ruhani felt like she was in her another home, like she had finally found a new place where she belonged after Her father and Ritvik.

As Ruhani gently guided the elderly lady to the bed, she refused to let go, her arms wrapped tightly around Ruhani's waist. Ruhani smiled and made the old lady comfortable on her lap, stroking her hair with a soothing touch, just like a mother would calm her child. The old lady's eyes fluttered closed, a peaceful smile spreading across her face as she felt the gentle strokes of Ruhani's fingers through her hair.

"Mein maa hu na, mujhe yeh sab apne bachi ke liye karna chahiye,"

the old lady whispered, her voice filled with emotion as she gazed up at Ruhani. She wiped away tears, her smile still evident in her voice. Her words were laced with a deep sense of longing and love, a mother's love that had been dormant for so long, but was now being reignited by Ruhani's tender care.

(I am your mother no, so I should do all these for my child.)

Ruhani's response was firm, yet gentle, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. "Kis kitab mein likha hai, yeh baatein. Dikhana Zara mumma. Jab bache ko nind naa aaye toh Mumma log karte hai ; aur jab mumma logon ko nind na aaye toh bache bhi karte hai yeh sab."

Her voice was like a warm breeze on a summer day, soothing and comforting. She looked at the old lady with a twinkle in her eyes, her expression saying with a small whisper, "I'm not going to let you get away with this, Mumma."

(Tell me, in which book all of these things are written. Let me see mumma. When a child couldn't sleep, her mother did all this to make her sleep ; so when a mother couldn't sleep, her child should do all these to make her mumma sleep.)

The old lady's eyes opened, and she looked up at Ruhani, her expression a mix of amusement and adoration. For a moment, she seemed taken aback by Ruhani's words, but then her face softened, and she smiled. She reached up and gently touched Ruhani's face, her eyes shining with love and gratitude.

"Meri Ruhi..."

The old lady whispered in a low voice in her mind that no one could listen ; even not Ruhani.

As Ruhani continued to stroke her hair, the old lady's eyelids grew heavy, and she closed her eyes, a sense of contentment washing over her.

Her breathing slowed, and her body relaxed, sinking into Ruhani's warmth. Ruhani watched over her, feeling a deep sense of connection to this woman, who had become like a mother to her.

In that moment, Ruhani felt a sense of peace and happiness that she had never known before. She felt like she had finally found a sense of belonging, a sense of being loved and needed.

She leaned back, cradling the old lady in her arms, and let out a gentle sigh, savoring the warmth and love that filled her heart. As she looked at the old lady's peaceful face, she felt a sense of gratitude and love, knowing that she had been able to bring comfort and joy to this dear woman.
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Time skip

Ruhani slept in her sleeping position while stroking the old lady's hair.

But suddenly Ruhani's eyes snapped open as her phone started ringing, and she quickly picked it up, trying not to disturb the old lady's peaceful slumber. She glanced down at the screen, seeing Ritvik's name flash on the display, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Hello.."

she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as she tried to minimize the disturbance.

Ritvik's voice was laced with worry and desperation on the other end of the line. "Baby, where are you? You aren't in the house. Are you all right? Wait, send me your location. I'm coming there right now."

His words tumbled out in a rush, his tone tense with concern, and Ruhani could almost imagine him pacing back and forth, his brow furrowed with worry.

Ruhani's voice remained calm and soothing as she reassured him.

"Shaant Pati Dev Shaant. I'm okay. Don't worry."

She spoke in a low whisper, not wanting to disturb the old lady, who was still sleeping peacefully on her lap. She gently stroked the old lady's hair.

(Cam down, Husband.)

Ritvik's response was immediate. "Okay, lotus. If you are okay, then why are you saying all this in a low whisper!" His voice was questioning, and Ruhani could almost imagine him raising an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"Tell me what's going on, baby. Where are you?"

Ruhani smiled slightly as she explained.

"Actually, I am in the children's NGO. And there is a lady who came in front of my car a few days ago. You know, she was so scared. Arey, the one blue-eyed lady whose eyes are just like yours, about whom I was saying to you. So, she was having panic attacks today, I got a call from the manager. So, I ran here immediately to check on her."

As Ruhani spoke, she glanced down at the old lady, her heart filling with warmth and affection. She gently stroked the old lady's hair, feeling a deep sense of connection to this woman who had become like a mother to her.

Ritvik's tone softened slightly as he listened to Ruhani's explanation. "Oh, I see. I'm glad you're okay, Lotus. But next time, please let me know where you are and what's going on. I was worried sick about you."

His voice was still laced with concern, but Ruhani could sense a hint of understanding in his tone, a sense of acceptance that she was doing something that mattered to her.

Ruhani hummed in response, but suddenly a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

"But wait, Ritvik. What's with the Lotus, hann?"

she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of playfulness. Her eyebrow arched upwards, and a sly grin spread across her face, as if she had stumbled upon a secret she couldn't wait to uncover.

Ritvik's response was immediate, his voice smooth and soothing, like a gentle summer breeze in winter.

"Don't worry, Baby. You don't need to raise your little eyebrows and don't need to make them suffer, okay. Just rest there. I'll tell you everything, Lotus."

He said, his words dripping with affection, as he imagined Ruhani's facial expressions, from shocked to a satisfied grin. He could almost picture her eyes lighting up, her face softening into a gentle smile.

Ruhani's grin grew wider as she teased him, her voice taking on a playful tone. "Now you don't need to act cute alone there, okay. I'm not there, so I can't see. So pleaseee don't let me despair from seeing your cute expressions. Otherwise I'll cry while banging my head on the wall." Ritvik whined, his voice playful and exaggerated, like a child deprived of a treat. He was trying to coax her into revealing more about her thoughts, to share in the joy of their banter.

Ritvik's words brought a soft laugh to Ruhani's lips, a melodious sound that filled the room. "Okay okay, don't bang your head, now. First let me reach there. Then I'll place my palm on the wall and then you will bang it there." She said, her voice still laced with amusement, her words painting a vivid picture in Ritvik's mind. He could almost feel her palm on the wall, her gentle touch and a promise of things to come.

Ritvik's response was silence, followed by a shocked pause. He felt touched by Ruhani's words, realizing that at that moment, she was only thinking about him, her concern and care evident in her playful teasing. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, a sense of gratitude for her presence in his life.

As he waited for her to arrive, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, his heart beating with excitement at the prospect of seeing her soon.

"Lotus"

"Hmm"

"Am I worth it?!"

He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was seeking validation from the depths of his own soul. The words seemed to carry a weight of their own, a sense of vulnerability and uncertainty that they were both grappling with.

Ruhani's response was hesitant, her voice laced with confusion.

"For what, Ritvik?"

she asked, her tone soft and gentle, as if trying to unravel the threads of his query. She was trying to understand what he meant, what he was worth, and what he was seeking validation for.

Ritvik's reply was swift, his voice filled with emotion.

"Umm nothing. Leave it. You just come home and hug me tightly. Bss that's all I need in my life."

His words were a plea, a desperate cry from the heart, a longing for connection and something unreadable. He was seeking comfort, reassurance, and physical touch, a sense of closeness that would make him feel seen and loved.

The line went silent, with neither of them speaking. It was as if they were both suspended in time, their hearts beating in tandem, their love and affection for each other palpable even over the phone. They were trying to understand each other, to connect on a deeper level, without the need for words or glances.

In the silence, Ruhani's voice finally broke through.

"Ritvik."

Her tone was soft, a gentle whisper that seemed to carry a world of emotion.

"Hmm,"

Ritvik responded, his voice equally soft, a gentle hum of acknowledgment.

"I don't know, for what you asked me if you are worth it or not. But you are worth everything. I can take out my soul from my body and can give it to you only to prove to you that you are worth everything. I'm not good at words or expressions. But please if you ever get time, just look at my eyes and you will realise how much worthy you are. "

Ruhani's words trailed off, her voice choked with emotion, as if the depth of her feelings was overwhelming her.

In that moment, Ritvik knew exactly what she meant. He could feel her love and devotion, her willingness to give herself entirely to him. It was a moment of profound connection, a sense of understanding that transcended words. He felt seen, heard, and understood, his heart filled with a sense of joy and wonder.

At that time he knew that he was worth it, worth every moment of love and connection ; maybe not for everyone but for her, for his lotus, for his wife.

Before Ruhani could say anything further, Ritvik's words cut through the silence, a smooth and heartfelt confession that left Ruhani breathless.

"You don't need to prove me anything, lotus. You are just more than enough for me. And for your soul, what will I do with your soul; when mine has already been submitted to you from a long time ago."

His voice was filled with emotion, his words a testament to the depth of his feelings.

Ruhani was taken aback, her mind reeling from the intensity of Ritvik's words. She couldn't say anything, her voice caught in her throat as she struggled to process the depth of his emotions. She just stayed silent, her heart pounding in her chest as she absorbed the weight of his confession.

The silence between them was no longer awkward, but rather a comfortable and intimate space that they both inhabited. They were lost in the moment, their hearts beating in tandem as they savored the connection between them.

As the night wore on, they remained on the phone, their silence a testament to the strength of their bond. They didn't need words to communicate; their hearts spoke to each other in a language that only they could understand. The distance between them seemed to melt away, and they were left with the gentle hum of the phone call, a reminder that they were not alone.

In that moment, they were together, their hearts entwined in a way that transcended physical distance. The night slipped away, unnoticed, as they basked in the warmth of their connection, their love and affection for each other growing stronger with every passing moment.

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Somewhere at the city hospital

A man who wore black hoodie came to the city hospital sneakily and entered into the room, where Nandita was admitted.

"Tera natak ka waqt khatam ho gya. Ab uth Jaa aur bata ki tune usse apne jaal uljhaya ya nahin."

(Enough of your drama. Now wake up and tell me that you seduced him)

The man said Nandita's sleeping figure.

Nandita opened her eyes and gave an evil smile.

"Abhi tak toh nahin. Per Boht jaldi ho jayega. Kal tak woh mera haath pakad ke isse chum raha hoga."

(It's not happened till now. But it will happen soon. When he will kiss my hand while sitting beside me)

She said while looking at her hand.

Before the man could say further, suddenly a doctor came into the cabin and about to shout ; but the man moved swiftly and looked at his eyes.

The doctor was shocked and then got afraid.

"Sorry, sir. I couldn't recognise you." The doctor said while stammering and fear was evident in his voice.

While Nandita was sitting while holding her both knees in his hand and looked at the glance with an amusing expression.

"You better do everything just like I said. Otherwise you can't guess how it feels when I throw your wife in a strip dancer club with vare clothes. No no, I'll throw her there naked. And invite your two sons there to see their dear mom's whoring with countless men."

The hoodie man said with an evil laugh while showing the doctor a video, where a woman is sitting in the middle of the dark room unconscious and some men are standing around her with their unzipped pants.

"I must say, your wife is so sexy."

The hoodie man said while closing his phone.

"No, sir. Please don't do this. I'll do everything as you say. Don't do this to my wife."

The doctor said while sitting on the ground and holding the man's legs.

"Don't make me irritate, you bastard. Just leave."

The man said while throwing the doctor through his leg.

"Also, make sure that no one could come to this room at this hour. Wait, no one could come to this floor."

The man said with a warning voice.

The doctor ran from there without looking back.

"Sometimes I think to seduce you for my entire life ; leaving that Ritvik."

Nandita said while widening her both legs and opening her medical robe.

"And why so !"

The man asked while opening his pant zip, showing his monster dick and entered in her cvnt without giving her time to process.

"Fuck. Because you..are..more..ahhhh..."

"Powerful....umm...ahhhh...*more*.... than Ritvik...."

She couldn't complete her sentence without moaning for a single second.

But the hoodie man was not even listening to her words. He was continuously thrusting her like a beast without even caring about Nandita.

After sometime, when he came at his edge

"Ruh.. Ruhani, Mi Vida. Yess... Ummm.. just like that.. you are taking me so well... Fuckk. Ruhh baby just like that... Vida.."

He moaned Ruhani's name while thrusting deep in Nandita's cvnt.

Nandita was pissed off after listening to Ruhani's name every time they fucked.

"For fuck sake, just forget about that bitch and moan my name, Ar..."

Nandita was half cut by the man, when he suddenly clutched her neck with his hand and said,

"Just stay at your limit, you whore. And don't ever say my Ruhani's name with your filthy mouth."

He said and threw her harshly on the bed with more force.

And this time he thrusted more without caring about her life and said

"You want to do threesome, Right. That's why you are fucking with that another bastard at my back. Today I'll destroy your this filthy pussy in the worst way, that even that bastard Ritvik will never look at you in his entire life."

"And about that bastard, I've already given him the lesson which he deserves ."

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