The car was surrounded-three ahead, three behind-but inside, silence stretched between Isha and Rudraksha like an invisible wall. Neither of them spoke a word. Isha looked out of the window, her heart still warm from the evening spent at her maternal home. Her eyes sparkled with the joy of meeting her family, the laughter of her younger cousins echoing in her memory. Rudraksha, on the other hand, kept his eyes fixed on the road, his jaw clenched, his silence a thundercloud waiting to burst.
As they pulled into the driveway of the Rajawat Haveli, the silence still held. The car stopped. Isha stepped out first, adjusting the saree on her shoulder and taking a deep breath of the cool night air.
"Bhabhi aa gayi!" came the delighted chorus from Ayansh and Anvika as they spotted her.
Before she could even shut the car door, they had run to her and wrapped their arms around her in a tight hug. "We missed you, bhabhi!" Anvika said, giggling.
Yamini and Nikita walked out into the hallway with smiles of relief.
"Aa gayi beta tum!" Yamini said warmly, pulling Isha into her embrace. "Kaisi rahi mummy-papa ke ghar?"
"Bahut achha laga maa," Isha replied, hugging her back.
Behind her, Rudraksha walked in without a word, his expression unreadable, and climbed the stairs straight to his study.
Isha watched him go, her brows furrowing slightly, but Ayansh tugged her hand, pulling her back into the room. "Bhabhi, college mein ek naya professor aaya hai, pura Hitler version,!"
The chatter continued for minutes, lightening Isha's mood until Yamini intervened.
"Bas karo tum dono, thodi der rest karne do use ab. Aur tum dono bhi jao, so jao."
Nikita smiled and added, "Isha, jao beta, rest kar lo ab. Waise bhi raat kaafi ho gayi hai."
"Haan maa, good night maa, chachi-sa. And you both, good night," Isha said with a soft smile.
"Good night, bhabhi," said Ayansh and Anvika in unison as they disappeared into their rooms.
Isha walked slowly up the stairs, the warmth of the evening slowly fading. As she entered her room, she noticed it was empty-Rudraksha wasn't there.
She quietly went into the bathroom, taking a warm shower. Dressed now in a loose t-shirt and lower, she stepped out with wet hair wrapped in a towel, and walked toward the balcony. The breeze was gentle, and the night held a calming silence. She sat down, checked her phone, and placed earbuds in her ears.
Opening her notes app, she began typing. Her fingers danced across the screen as words poured out. A soft smile played on her lips-writing was her escape, her joy. She didn't even notice that someone had entered the room.
Suddenly, the sharp crash of glass breaking made her flinch.
She pulled out an earbud and turned her head swiftly. Rudraksha stood by the door, a shattered flower vase at his feet, his voice raised in a storm of rage on the phone.
"I'm coming in ten minutes! Hold that bastard-don't let him leave!" he barked into the phone and stormed out of the room without even glancing at her.
Isha stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat, eyes on the broken vase and the now-silent door. The air felt colder now.
She turned back slowly, picked up her phone from the table, and switched it off. The joy she had felt moments ago had vanished. She lay down on the bed, but her mind was stuck on Rudraksha-his anger, his silence, the broken glass.
She glanced at the clock.
It was already 12 a.m., and Rudraksha was gone... to where?
Sleep found her slowly, pulling her into uneasy dreams.
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The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the white curtains, slowly creeping across the bed until they touched Isha's face. She stirred, frowning slightly as the brightness pulled her out of sleep.
As she blinked awake, memories from last night rushed back like a jolt-the broken vase, Rudraksha's furious voice, his abrupt departure.
She sat up, her gaze sweeping across the empty room.
"Kya vo raat bhar ghar nahi aaye... ya phir aa gaye the?" she whispered to herself. "Agar aa gaye the... to hain kahan? Shayad neeche honge."
With that thought, she pushed off the blanket and quickly got ready. She chose a simple sky blue kurti, paired with white pants and a matching dupatta-elegant and soft, just like her mood.
She made her way downstairs, where the faint sound of aarti reached her ears. In the mandir, Yamini and Nikita stood with folded hands. Isha approached quietly and joined them.
"Good morning, maa. Good morning, chachi-sa," she said with a gentle smile.
After the aarti, they stepped out together. Isha's eyes scanned the room instinctively-searching for Rudraksha.
Yamini noticed her expression and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Beta, Rudraksha Udaipur gaya hai. Kuch important kaam tha usse wahan. Subah subah hi nikal gaya. So raha tha jab nikla, isliye inform nahi kiya."
Isha's heart sank a little. She nodded with a faint smile, but something inside her tugged painfully. He didn't tell her-not because he forgot, but because he didn't think it mattered to her. Or maybe, he didn't want her to think it mattered to him.
She composed herself and joined everyone at the breakfast table. As they began eating, her phone buzzed on the side.
The screen flashed with the name of her team lead.
She excused herself and answered the call. After a few minutes of discussion, she returned to the table with a thoughtful look.
"Maa," she began hesitantly, "vo actually... mujhe office dubara join karna hoga. Ek important project tha, jisme main kaam kar rahi thi. Toh... kya main wapas jaa sakti hoon?"
Before Yamini could respond, Avinash-Rudraksha's father-looked up from his newspaper.
"Beta, of course tum join karo. Tumhe humse puchne ki zarurat nahi hai."
Yamini smiled warmly and added, "Haan beta, jo zaruri hai, woh karo. Humesha tumhare saath hain."
A soft smile curved Isha's lips.
"Thank you maa... papa ji."
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