chapter 74
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Ishni didn't reply to him. Her gaze went straight to Aaradhya, and she slowly folded her arms. That was enough for Aaradhya to stiffen. She instinctively moved closer to Rudra, clutching his shirt tightly like he was her only protection.
"It's better if you explain," Ishni said, her voice steady but carrying that unmistakable authority.
Rudra looked down at Aaradhya, slightly confused. "What did you do?" he asked gently.
Aaradhya shook her head quickly. "Mama... papa... it's not my fault... I..." she tried to explain, her words stumbling over each other.
"She splashed water on a boy," Ishni said flatly.
For a second, Rudra just blinked.
Then slowly, he looked back at Aaradhya.
Aaradhya, instead of backing down, crossed her tiny arms with full attitude. "He was showing attitude," she said, defending herself like it was the most valid reason in the world.
Rudra turned his face slightly away, pressing his lips together, trying very hard to stay serious-but there was a flicker of pride in his eyes that he couldn't completely hide.
"Rudra," Ishni warned sharply, catching that expression.
He cleared his throat immediately, straightening his face. "Princess..." he began, trying to sound strict, though his voice still carried softness. "That's not right."
Aaradhya frowned. "But papa, he throwed my pencil," she argued, her tone turning slightly upset now.
Rudra paused for a second. His expression shifted, just a little. "Oh..." he said, almost instinctively.
Ishni shot him a look.
He corrected himself quickly. "Still... you don't splash water," he added firmly.
Aaradhya pouted, her eyes dropping. "But he deserved..." she muttered under her breath.
"No," Ishni cut in, her voice calm but final.
The room fell quiet again.
Rudra gently pulled Aaradhya closer, making her sit properly in his lap. His tone softened. "Princess... even if someone is wrong, we don't react like that, okay? You tell your teacher... or you tell us."
Aaradhya stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded slowly, her fingers playing with his shirt.
Ishni's expression softened too, though she still looked at her seriously.
But then-
Aaradhya leaned closer to Rudra and whispered, just loud enough "Papa... little bit he deserved."
Rudra froze.
His lips twitched.
He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to control it.
Ishni noticed immediately. "Rudra Singh Rajput."
He straightened at once. "No, he did not deserve," he said firmly, shaking his head.
Aaradhya looked up at him with betrayal in her eyes. "Papaaa..."
And Rudra, still holding his daughter, just sighed softly, caught between being a strict father...and secretly agreeing with her.
Downstairs, Ishni and Rudra sat in the hall.
Ishni crossed her arms, still not over what had happened. "I swear, Rudra... if you're teaching her all this, I will kick you out," she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
Rudra looked at her, completely relaxed, almost amused. "Jaan, I'm not teaching her anything," he replied casually. "She has your DNA."
Ishni blinked at him in disbelief. "Oh really?" she said, leaning slightly forward. "And what about the mafia part, hmm?"
Rudra smirked, not even trying to hide it. "Of course that's me," he said proudly. "But my daughter... she tolerates no nonsense. Just like me."
He smiled like that was something to celebrate.
Ishni just stared at him.
Glared, actually.
"Rudra," she said slowly, dangerously calm, "she threw water on a child."
Rudra shrugged lightly. "He throwed her pencil."
"That does not justify-"
"It explains," he cut in smoothly.
Ishni looked at him like she was seconds away from throwing something at him now.
"Oh wow," she said sarcastically. "Great parenting. Amazing. Should I clap?"
Rudra leaned back comfortably, completely unfazed. "You married me."
"That was my biggest mistake," she shot back instantly.
Rudra placed a hand on his chest dramatically. "That hurts."
"Good," she replied.
For a second, silence hung between them.
Just as Ishni was about to get up, the doorbell rang. "I'll see," Rudra said, already walking toward the door.
He opened it -- And paused.
A little boy stood there, Big, beautiful eyes, a cute face, and slightly messy curly hair.
He didn't look nervous. In fact, he looked... comfortable. Like he belonged there.
Rudra narrowed his eyes slightly. "Who are you, little boy?" he asked.
The boy looked up at him calmly.
"Let me in first," he said-like it wasn't even a question.Rudra blinked.
Before he could react-the boy walked past him.
Just like that. Into the house.
Rudra turned slowly, watching him go inside like his brain was still catching up.
"Excuse me-" he started, closing the door behind him and following.
The boy walked straight into the hall, looking around with curiosity, hands behind his back like he was inspecting the place.
Ishni stood up immediately. "Who is this?" she asked, confused.
Rudra looked just as confused. "That's what I'm trying to figure out."
The boy stopped in the middle of the hall and looked at them both.
The tension in the room was still hanging in the air when the boy casually looked around the mansion again.
"Nice house," he said, like he was inspecting real estate.
Ishni blinked at him. "Thank you... but little boy, who are you and-"
Before she could finish, he had already walked in and sat on the couch like he owned it."I'm Abhimanyu Shekhawat..." he said confidently.
Rudra, who had now sat down beside Ishni, slowly leaned forward slightly. "Oh...Abimanyu Shekhawat," he repeated, tone calm but sharp. "And why exactly are you here?"
Abhimanyu crossed his arms. "Your daughter splashed water at me... for no reason."
That made Ishni immediately soften. "I'm sorry for that, little boy-"
"I'm not little," he cut in instantly, sitting up straight.
There was a beat of silence.
Rudra's eyes narrowed slightly at the interruption.
Ishni paused awkwardly. "...Okay."
Rudra exhaled slowly, glancing at Ishni for a second before looking back at Abimanyu
"Well," he said evenly, leaning back, "you deserved it. My daughter was just defending herself."
Abhimanyu blinked. "Excuse me?"
Ishni turned her head sharply. "Rudra..."
But Rudra didn't move. His tone stayed calm, controlled-but very clear.
"If someone throws her pencil," he continued, "she reacts. That's not something I'm going to apologize for."
Abhimanyu frowned. "That's not an excuse-"
"It's an explanation," Rudra cut in smoothly.
Silence again.
Rudra was already halfway between calm and chaos.
"Rudra, talk nicely. He's a kid," Ishni said immediately, trying to cool the situation.
But Rudra didn't even look away from the boy. "Jaan, look at the way he's speaking. Such a young age and blaming my princess," he replied, his tone tight.
He leaned forward slightly. "Where are your parents? And how did you come here?"
Abhimanyu didn't even hesitate. "I came by myself. And your daughter has such an arrogant attitude."
That was it.
Rudra's jaw tightened instantly. "You-"
Before he could finish-
"DADDY!"
Aaradhya ran in, cutting through the tension like a burst of chaos.
She stopped in front of Rudra, slightly out of breath. "Daddy, please let me talk. He is my classmate," she said seriously, like she was handling a very important business deal.
Rudra blinked. "Princess-"
But she was already done listening.
She grabbed Abhimanyu's hand confidently. "Come," she said simply.
Abhimanyu looked confused but didn't resist as she pulled him toward the door.
"Arre-wait-" Rudra stood up immediately. "Where are you taking him?"
Aaradhya turned back. "Outside."
"Outside why?!"
"Because we need to talk," she said very matter-of-factly, and dragged the boy out.
Door closed.Silence.
Rudra slowly turned toward Ishni.
"...Jaan," he said, pointing at the door like he had just witnessed a crime. "Look. Look at them. What if he is planning something with my precious innocent daughter? Oh God-"
Ishni closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Rudra..."
He continued pacing. "He came inside like he owns the place, then insulted her, then suddenly my daughter is taking him OUTSIDE-alone-this is how kidnappings start-"
Ishni opened one eye. "They are literally nine-year-old children."
Rudra stopped.
Paused.
Then slowly looked at her.
"...That is how kidnappings start small," he said very seriously.
Ishni stared at him.
Deadpan.Then sighed. "They are just kids."
Rudra still looked at the door.
Very suspicious.
Very dramatic.
"...Still," he muttered, "I don't trust that boy."
Outside the mansion, the air was still warm, but the tension between two small figures felt oddly heavy for their age.
Aaradhya stood with her tiny hands on her hips, eyes narrowed in full attitude mode. "Abhimanyu how dare you come here?" she said firmly, just like she had heard adults speak.
Abhimanyu leaned slightly against the gate, completely unfazed. "Well... I just wanted to see the little princess," he said casually, a small smirk playing on his face.
That only made Aaradhya more upset. Her brows furrowed. "Just get lost okay! I hate you!! Nor i want to see you!"
Abhimanyu looked at her for a second, then smiled softly like her words didn't even reach him properly. "hate? We'll definitely see that soon princess," he said calmly.
Aaradhya blinked. "What-"
But before she could say anything else, he had already turned and walked away, disappearing down the road like nothing happened.
She stood there for a moment, still fuming... then crossed her arms tighter.
"Hmph," she muttered to herself. "So annoying."
Behind her, the door creaked open.
Rudra's voice came instantly, alert and sharp. "Princess?"
Aaradhya froze for half a second-then immediately turned around, switching her expression to innocent mode.
"Papa!" she called sweetly, running back toward the house like nothing had happened.
Rudra narrowed his eyes slightly. "What were you doing outside?"
She smiled brightly. "Nothing."
From inside, Ishni sighed. "I don't believe this already..."
Rudra looked at Aaradhya again.
Then toward the gate.
Then back at her.
"...I still don't trust that boy," he muttered.
Aaradhya nodded quickly. "Me too."
Ishni shook her head. "Both of you are impossible."
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Rudra pulled Ishni gently into his arms, holding her like he never wanted to let go again. His voice was quieter than usual, softer in a way only she ever got to hear.
"Jaan... thank you," he murmured, resting his forehead lightly against hers.
Ishni blinked at him, her expression softening instantly. "Rudra..." she whispered, like his name itself was enough.
He tightened his hold slightly, as if grounding himself in her presence. "My house... my life... it's complete because of you," he said honestly, no hesitation, no mask-just him.
Ishni's lips curved into a small, emotional smile. Her hand moved up slowly, resting on his chest like she was feeling the words settle there.
"I love you," she said simply.
Rudra looked at her then-really looked at her. Like he always did when everything else disappeared.
A small smile formed on his face, warm and certain.
"I love you too, jaan," he replied softly.
And then he leaned in and kissed her.
Just gentle... like a promise he had been keeping his whole life.
Behind them, somewhere in the house, Aaradhya's voice echoed faintly-
"Papa! Mama! Where are you?!"
Rudra pulled back slightly, still holding Ishni close, both of them smiling now.
Ishni shook her head softly, amused.
"Reality is calling," she whispered.
Rudra sighed dramatically, still not letting go. "Let it wait five more seconds."
And for five seconds.
it did.
And that's how their story found its end-not in silence, not in separation, but in healing.
A woman who had once been broken by betrayal learned to stand again, stronger than before, carrying every scar like proof of survival rather than pain.
A man who once lived in shadows of power and chaos became something softer in her presence-someone who didn't just love her, but respected her, protected her, and stood beside her as an equal in every storm.
Together, they didn't just overcome difficulties... they rebuilt a life from them.
A life filled with laughter, chaos, small fights, late-night conversations, and a love that didn't ask for perfection-only honesty.
And in the middle of it all stood their greatest blessing-their daughter, who turned their world into something even more meaningful, reminding them every day that love doesn't just survive... it grows.
Because in the end, it wasn't just a story of pain or power.
It was a story of becoming whole again.
And of two people who chose each other-every single time.
"When history writes about monsters, let it remember the ones she defeated.
When it writes about kings, let it remember the one who chose to kneel.
And when it writes about God...
let it remember she was a woman."
A Heartfelt Thank You
A huge thank you to every single one of you who stayed with me through every chapter, every twist, every heartbreak, and every smile. I'm truly grateful that you found God Is Women and chose to be a part of Ishni and Rudra's journey.
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