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After everything that had happened in our lives back to back since yesterday, today was the first time my heart felt even a little at peace.

So when I saw that old chaat stall, memories of my childhood came rushing back.

Dhara and I had always eaten chaat from this very place.

It felt like a small piece of my past was still standing right there, waiting for me.

When the old vendor handed me the plate, my first instinct was to offer the first bite to Rudraksh.

But of course-this was Rudraksh Vardhan.

He was not someone who listened to me that easily.

And honestly, I couldn't help thinking-how could a man who ruled half the world have never tried roadside street food? What kind of life had he even lived?

That was it. I decided right then and there that I was going to make him eat it, no matter what.

He refused outright at first. But I used my brain. When his attention slipped for just a moment, I tickled his stomach. Instinctively, his lips parted-and before he could react, I slipped a bite of chaat into his mouth.

For a second, his anger rose sharply, ready to explode at me. I almost braced myself. But then I noticed it-his expression changed, just slightly. That was enough. I knew it then. He liked it.

I didn't dare tease him further, but still, I couldn't stop myself from asking,

"You liked it, didn't you? Want some more?"

But he was still the same half-human creature.

"Absolutely not," he said firmly. "If you want to eat this unhygienic food, finish it quickly and come back. I'll be waiting by the car."

And with that, he walked away, leaning against the car with his arms crossed, glaring at me from a distance as if I had committed some serious crime.

But I am Rivanya Rudraksh Vardhan. I don't lose that easily. And honestly, irritating Rudraksh was starting to feel a little too enjoyable.

I ignored him completely, took my first proper bite of chaat-and in that very moment, I was lost in the taste of my childhood.

This was the place where Dhara and I had come for the first time with Nanu when I was ten years old.

From that day on, it became our favorite spot.

And today, when I was leaving my maternal home and stepping into a new life, returning to my in-laws' house, all I wanted was to live my childhood just a little longer-to remember it, to hold onto it.

And this plate of chaat was doing exactly that

As I kept eating, only one thought refused to leave my mind-Rudraksh.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never truly understand him.

He was a puzzle made of contradictions. One moment, he claimed authority over me so naturally, as if I belonged entirely to him, as if my safety, my presence, my very existence were his responsibility.

And the very next moment, he would distance himself, turning cold, almost unfamiliar, as though I meant nothing at all.

What went on inside his mind was impossible to predict.

He showed the world one version of himself-firm, controlled, unshakable-but beneath that exterior lived a man who acted on instincts even he didn't seem to understand.

He felt deeply, yet refused to admit it.

He cared, yet disguised it as indifference.

Just a little while ago, I had been important enough for him to step into muddy water without hesitation, risking discomfort, ignoring his status, just to bring me those lotus flowers.

He hadn't stopped to think about how cold the water was, how filthy the mud might be, or how unnecessary the gesture could seem to someone like him. He had simply done it.

And now, barely minutes later, he was irritated with me-annoyed over something as small as roadside chaat.

What are you, Rudra?

And why do you affect me this way?

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realize when my plate was empty. The familiar flavors of my childhood had done their job, grounding me, calming me. I paid the vendor, carefully picked up the lotus flowers, and walked back toward Rudraksh.

He looked at me, his expression unreadable, and said in a composed voice,

"Done now? Shall we leave, Mrs. Vardhan?"

"Yes," I replied softly. "Let's go."

The moment the words left my mouth, he straightened up and moved toward the car. Without any unnecessary dramatics, without even looking at me, he opened the door for me.

I got inside quietly.

I didn't notice that the end of my pallu was still hanging outside the door, caught between the frame and the air. I was too busy sorting through my thoughts, too occupied with the strange heaviness in my chest.

Then, suddenly, Rudraksh bent down.

Before I could react, he gently lifted my pallu, careful not to crease it, careful not to rush. He placed it neatly on my lap, ensuring it rested properly, and then closed the door.

No words.

No eye contact.

No acknowledgment of the gesture.

And yet, it meant everything.

For women, these small actions hold immense meaning. They linger far longer than grand promises ever could-especially when you barely know the person standing in front of you, and they barely know you either. When there is no love, no familiarity, no emotional claim-only distance and formality.

And still, despite all of that, when someone chooses respect without being asked, without expecting gratitude, it leaves a mark.

That was exactly what was happening between Rudraksh and me.

There was no love between us. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But there was dignity. There was care masked as discipline. There was responsibility disguised as indifference.

And perhaps, just perhaps, respect was the strongest foundation a relationship like ours could begin with.

As the car started moving, I leaned back into my seat, the lotus flowers resting gently in my lap, and wondered-

Was this how stories truly began?

Not with love, but with quiet gestures that spoke louder than words?

The strangest part of all was this-whenever I was with Rudraksh, I felt safe.

A quiet, unquestionable sense of security wrapped itself around me, so natural that I didn't even feel the need to stay alert or guarded. It was as if my heart instinctively knew that I didn't have to protect myself when he was near.

And that was the most confusing part.

Trust doesn't come easily. Especially not with someone you barely know. You're taught to observe first, to understand, to analyze every word and every action before allowing faith to take root. And yet, somehow, without realizing when or how, I had already begun to trust Rudraksh.

I didn't know why.

I didn't know when it happened.

I didn't even know how.

The way he had protected me near the riverbank...

the way he had spoken to my family, convincing them about my safety...

the way he had increased security around me without making it obvious...

and just moments ago, how he had stepped into filthy, muddy water without a second thought simply to bring me lotus flowers.

What was all of that?

Concern?

Sympathy?

Pity?

Or something else entirely?

I had no answers. And I didn't have the courage to ask him either. So I stayed quiet, lost in my thoughts, staring out of the window while my mind tangled itself in questions with no solutions.

That was when Rudraksh's voice broke the silence.

"Rivanya," he said calmly, "the Guruji of our lineage and his wife are coming to Mumbai. They want to meet you."

I turned toward him, startled.

"But... why do they want to meet me?" I asked.

"Because you are my wife," he replied evenly. "And it's possible that Gurumaa will test you to see whether you are worthy of Vardhanpur."

I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Test?" I asked. "What kind of test?"

Rudraksh took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Look, Rivanya. I know you don't know much about Vardhanpur or my family. And honestly, even I can't predict what kind of questions Gurumaa might ask. I'm not trying to scare you," he added, his tone softening slightly. "But answer thoughtfully. I truly believe you will succeed."

His words scared me there was no denying that. But at the same time, I couldn't ignore the faith I saw in his eyes when he looked at me. That trust wasn't forced or spoken out of obligation. It was real.

And suddenly, the weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders.

I wasn't just answering for myself anymore. I carried the expectations of an entire family now a family I barely knew, yet one I was expected to represent with dignity.

I took a deep breath before replying, my voice steady despite the nervousness inside me.

"If I say I'm not scared, it would be a lie," I admitted. "But I promise you this I won't disappoint you."

Rudraksh looked at me for a few long moments, studying my face as if trying to read something deeper. Then he said quietly,

"I have complete faith in you."

Hearing those words I trust you from Rudraksh filled me with unexpected strength. It gave me courage. And strangely, it felt good.

After a pause, he spoke again.

"I can't explain everything at once, but there are a few basic things about the Vardhan family that you need to know. Listen carefully, alright?"

I nodded in agreement, and he continued.

"I was twenty-five when I became the head of the Vardhan family. Since then, every major and minor decision related to the family has been taken by me."

I stared at him in disbelief.

"You're already the family head?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. "In the Vardhan family, the one who becomes the head is the one deemed fully prepared to shoulder responsibility. That's why, before myself, I always have to place my family first."

His words left me stunned.