She gently pushed the slightly open door, expecting to see Mrs. Rajawat resting inside.
But the moment she entered…
Her steps froze.
There, standing in the center of the room, dressed in an all-black shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up, jaw clenched, and a phone pressed to his ear, was him—the same man from the wedding. Rudraksha Singh Ranawat.
His voice was sharp, laced with fury.
“I swear to God, if this mess isn’t cleaned in the next hour, someone’s going to regret breathing.”
His tone was terrifying. Isha instinctively stepped back, her heart thudding.
And then…
Their eyes met.
His expression instantly changed—from fury to confusion, then sharp annoyance.
“What the hell are you doing here?! Who the hell gave you permission to enter my room?”
Isha flinched.
She felt a sting in her chest—her throat tightened with sudden emotion.
**“M-mujhe laga ye aunty ka room hai… main toh unse milne aayi thi,”** she whispered, voice trembling, eyes glistening.
Before Rudraksha could say anything else, Isha turned away, blinking back tears—hurt and embarrassed.
Just then, a soft voice called out from behind.
“Arey beta Isha, tum kab aayi?” It was Yamini aunty.
Isha took a deep breath, composed herself, and turned with a faint smile.
**“Namaste aunty… main aapko hi invite dene aayi thi. Mumma ne kal ki Satyanarayan puja ke liye bulaya hai.”**
Yamini smiled warmly and guided her toward her actual room. Isha felt better in her presence, soon relaxing and chatting casually for a few minutes.
After a while, she got up to leave.
But fate had other plans.
As she turned the corner near the hallway—**thud!**
She bumped into something hard. Her hands flew out for balance, and she grumbled,
**“Oh god, ye deewar yahan kaha se aa gayi?”**
When she opened her eyes… it wasn’t a wall.
It was him.
Rudraksha.
Still in black, still intense, but now looking down at her with that unreadable gaze.
He raised a brow and said dryly,
**“Aankhein di hain bhagwan ne. Kabhi kabhi unka bhi upyog kar liya karo.”**
Isha, annoyed and still embarrassed from earlier, snapped back,
**“Excuse me! but before Isha could say he leave from there and Isha stood there dombfoll ”**
As he walked away, she turned and muttered under her breath,
**“Hnn… handsome hai toh kya, kuch bhi bolega.Next time milega tab btaugi ise to me .but then her inner soul moke her by saying..Isha you again wants to meet him .""so Isha said ohho shurtup i didn't meant that then she also leave from there .’’
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As Isha walked out of the Rajawat mansion, her steps were hurried but her mind was in chaos.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
That line echoed in her ears again and again. She had been thinking about him—**Rudraksha Singh Ranawat**—from the very first moment she saw him at the engagement. There was something about him. Something mysterious, intense… maybe even magnetic. But after today, all she could feel was hurt.
“Kya zarurat thi itna rude hone ki?” she muttered to herself, trying to brush off the weight in her chest.
Desperate to distract herself, she called her best friends—**Naina** and Samarth.
Isha: “Oye, let’s meet up… mall, coffee, pani puri, sab kuch. I need a break!”
Within an hour, they were all at the mall, laughing over random things, trying on weird sunglasses, clicking selfies, and making fun of each other.
Later, they headed to the nearby chat chaupati, because obviously—street food > everything else.
Gol gappas, pav bhaji, kulfi falooda… their plates were full, and so were their hearts. Isha laughed harder that evening than she had in the entire week.
By the time she returned home, it was already late evening.
The living room was buzzing with family. Her dad was watching TV, her nani was knitting something, and her brother was sprawled on the couch munching snacks.
The moment Isha stepped in…
“Dekho dekho, maharani aa gayi!” her brother teased, smirking.
**“Pura mall ghoomke aa rahi hai, pata nahi kaunse rajkumar ki talaash thi.”**
Isha rolled her eyes.
**“Shut up, idiot.”**
They all burst into laughter.
Her mom smiled from the kitchen, watching her daughter finally relaxed.
**“Bas bas ab sab jaldi so jao. Kal puja hai, sabko subah uthna hai.”**
Nani chimed in, “Aur haan, Isha… kal tu thoda jaldi uth jaana. Tujhse pooja mein madad bhi chahiye.”
Isha nodded with a soft smile, heart finally lighter after the chaos of the day.
But as she lay in bed that night…
One image kept flashing in her mind.
That black shirt. That voice. Those eyes. Him.
*Rudraksha.*
She turned to the other side and muttered,
**“Ugh… chhodo, I’m not thinking about him.”**
And yet… her heart beat just a little faster.
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Rudraksha’s POV:*
I was sitting in my room, fixing the cuff of my black coat when my phone buzzed.
“Sir, there’s an urgent issue at the office—some files went missing and the media caught wind of it. We need you here, now.”
I sighed and rubbed my temples. Of course something had to go wrong today. I stood up, grabbed my phone and coat, and walked out of the room, still on the call.
“Handle what you can, I’m on my way—” I began, voice calm but commanding.
As I made my way through the corridor toward the exit, my ears caught a familiar laugh and then a voice—**Ayansh**.
“*Isha diii, you’re setting the place on fire in that black saree!*” he said dramatically.
I turned around absently, still speaking on the phone—until my eyes landed on her.
And in that moment… the world just froze.
Same girl
She stood there laughing with Ayansh and Anvika. That black saree wrapped around her like a dream, her hair flowing softly, smile untouched by chaos, eyes full of light.
I stopped mid-sentence. Literally.
“...I’ll... I’ll—” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Singh sa’ab? Hello? Are you there?” the voice on the call buzzed in my ear.
I blinked hard and turned my back, composing myself before responding, “Yes. I’m coming.”
But even as I left… my mind didn’t.
And suddenly a boy come and hug her and saw that scene my jaw clenched that how she hug him .
And after these my blood boiled and i leave from there but my mind stayed right there… **stuck on that girl .
What the hell is happening to me?
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Rudraksha’s POV
After Yuvraj’s wedding, life snapped back to the madness it usually is. Meetings, calls, conferences—and most importantly—**elections**.
This time, it wasn’t just about winning.
It was about maintaining balance.
Keeping my identity buried under layers of power, suits, and silence.
The elections weren’t just politics for me… they were protection.
One wrong move, and my world—the real one—could collapse.
So the entire week went by like a blur.
But amidst the storm of files, strategy meetings, and late-night calls… something—or rather someone—kept creeping into my thoughts.
That girl…
The one from the wedding.
That carefree laugh, those expressive eyes, and the way she’d looked at me like I was both a storm and a question.
I tried to shake her off.
But at night, when everything quieted down—
Her face would come back. Uninvited.
Unwanted.
And then that scene—
*Her hugging that boy… laughing with him… close… smiling…*
Something about it made my jaw clench every single time.
I had no right to feel anything.
Still, it was there. Burning inside me like poison.
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**Sunday
It was supposed to be a day of damage control.
The opposition party stirred up a scene at our campaign event, and my entire team was in chaos.
I was already furious—papers flying, voice raised, temper unleashed.
And then—
**My room’s door clicked open.**
I turned around—
And there she was.
Wearing a simple peach kurti, hair slightly messy, eyes uncertain.
I froze.
For a heartbeat, the world just… paused.
Her presence felt like an echo I had been chasing unknowingly.
But then that damn hug scene came crashing back in my mind like a tidal wave.
And all that softness inside me turned to sharp-edged ice.
Without even thinking, I snapped.
"What the hell are you doing here?!"
**"Who the hell giving you permission to come in my room ?"**
Her eyes widened. I saw her flinch.
And then—
That single drop of tear slipping down her cheek…and she said she was here you meet mom.and mistakenly come inside and leave ...
For a second—just a second—guilt clawed at my chest.
But before I could even take a breath, she turned away…
And left.
Just like that.
I stood there… fists clenched… breath uneven…
Angry at her. Angry at myself. Angry at… everything.
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Later, as I left for my office, still reeling from the mess of emotions, fate decided to twist the knife.
We collided again.
She bumped into me near the corridor—same peach kurti, same eyes, now laced with sadness.
"Aankhein di hain Bhagwan ne… unka upyog karo." I snapped instinctively.
She opened her mouth to say something, maybe explain. Maybe argue.
But I didn’t wait.
I couldn’t.
So I walked away…
Faster than my thoughts.
But even as I stepped into my car…
The ghost of her tear still followed me.
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