The classroom was filled with the sounds of soft conversation. Arshita and Charvi were sitting in their seats, chatting with each other. Their voices were soft, but Rudransh, sitting in the back seat, was listening intently. His gaze was directed towards the window, but his attention was focused on Arshita's voice.
Hearing Charvi's words, Arshita took a deep breath and said, "You know this very well, Charu. I haven't even made a friend of a boy. I don't want Uncle to have any problems because of me. No matter how many sacrifices I have to make for that." Her voice was firm, but a slight sadness was visible in her eyes.
Charvi laughed lightly and said, "What are you saying? Since when did you become so scared? You're the kind of girl who's so mischievous that even professors get upset. So why are you so scared today?" Her laughter held the warmth of friendship, but she also understood Arshita's confusion.
Arshita lowered her eyes. "No, friend. I can't take that risk. If I tell everyone at home that I'm going to dance with a boy, Uncle will be very angry. You know how strict he is." Her voice held fear along with an old pain, a part of her life bound by her uncle and aunt's rules.
Just then, the classroom door opened, and Professor Dixit entered. She held a file in her hand, a slight tired look on her face. She looked at the class and said in a serious tone, "Listen, there won't be any class today. You can all leave." Hearing her words, a wave of joy swept through the students.
Arshita looked at Charvi and said with a frown, "Friend, you came to college for no reason today."
Charvi grabbed his hand and said excitedly, "Hey, don't leave it! Let's go to the cafe today. It's been a long time since we spent time together."
Arshita smiled and said, "Yes, she's right. But wait, let me call Aunty first and tell her there's no class today." She started to take her phone out of her pocket.
Then Charvi asked mischievously, "So when are you going to tell Rudransh that you love him?" Her eyes sparkled.
Hearing this, Rudransh's gaze turned to Arshita. He had been listening to their conversation silently, and now his full attention was on Arshita's response. But Arshita had no idea that someone else was listening. She laughed lightly and said, "You never know what you say. And as for loving him, yes, I do. But it's a one-sided love, with no end." There was an innocent pain in her voice. Then she slowly recited her poetry:
"It's not perfect, Let it remain incomplete. This is love, not a motive. Let it remain one-sided."
With that, she smiled and, gathering her books, left the classroom. Charvi, hearing her poetry, rolled her eyes and muttered, "I'll never understand you and your poetry. Hey, wait! I'll come too!" Saying this, she ran after her.
Hearing Arshita's words, a mysterious smile appeared on Rudransh's face. He remained silent, but his eyes were glistening with thought. Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and answered the call. A deep voice came from the other end, "Boss, that man has been caught. What do we do now?"
Rudransh replied calmly, "Bring her to the farmhouse. And make sure she doesn't get hurt." With that, he hung up. Then he looked out the window and muttered softly:
"I wonder what's wrong with that, Which is not seen in anyone else. What a charm there is in those eyes, That I can't take my eyes off. What keeps me going every moment, It surprises me. What is it that I cannot erase from my thoughts?"
There was a strange depth in his voice, as if he were questioning himself. Just then, his phone rang again. This time, the words "Kamina" flashed on the screen. A faint smile played on Rudransh's lips as he saw it. He picked up the call. He was about to say something when a loud song rang from the other end:
"You've loved, loved, loved, ho ho ho!"
Rudransh raised his eyebrows and said, "You idiot, if you want to sing, then sing it properly. Why are you ruining the lyrics of this good song?"
A laughing voice came from the other end, "Hey, how can I sing the right song? You're the one in love, not me!" He laughed out loud. Then he said, "Come on, come back to the farmhouse. Sister-in-law is gone anyway." Rudransh's eyes narrowed at this.
"You bastard, you have no peace, right? Wait, you come, I will tell you later," Rudransh said sarcastically.
The man laughed again. "Hey, check the number first. I called your personal number, not your professional one. So you can't do anything to me." His smile was mischievous.
Rudransh smiled slightly and said, "Wait, I'm coming." With that, he disconnected the call and left the class.
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Meanwhile, as soon as she left class, Arshita called her aunt. On the first ring, Mrs. Malhotra's cheerful voice came from the other end, "Good thing you called, Ashi. Otherwise, I was just about to call you."
There was a slight panic in Arshita's voice. "What happened, Aunty? Are you okay?"
Mrs. Malhotra laughed and said, "Hey, I'm absolutely fine. Do one thing. Skip your class today and come straight home. I have to introduce you to someone."
Arshita's brow furrowed. "What's wrong, Aunt? Who's here?"
"Hey, ask all your questions when you get home. First, get home," Mrs. Malhotra said and hung up. Arshita stared at her phone, her mind ablaze with questions.
Just then Charvi came to him and said, "Come on, let's go to the cafe now."
Arshita said with a frown, "I can't go, friend. Aunty asked me to come home without telling me anything. Today she even asked me to skip class. She always tells me to study. There must be something important."
Charvi patted his shoulder. "Okay, then you go home. I'll leave too. Bye!"
With that, Arshita took an auto and headed home. Charvi also headed towards her home.
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Meanwhile, Rudransh's black car stopped in front of a large bungalow. The bungalow was located far from the city, in a secluded area. High walls surrounded it, and armed guards stood at the gate. As soon as Rudransh got out of the car, everyone present bowed their heads in respect. His presence brought an awkward silence. He quickly entered.
A man was tied to a chair in the hall. His head was bent, and he appeared unconscious. Rudransh looked at his most trusted man, Rocky, and said, "Bring him back to consciousness."
Rocky—Rudransh's childhood friend and bodyguard—was the only person Rudransh trusted blindly. Their friendship began when they were 15 years old. Rocky's family had died in an accident, and Rudransh had been his support ever since. Rocky took water from a nearby jug and poured it forcefully on the man's face. The coolness of the water opened his eyes.
Rudransh walked in front of him and calmly untied his ropes. The man was startled and tried to flee, but the next moment, Rudransh pulled out a knife and lightly slashed his thigh. The man screamed in pain and sat down. Rudransh then asked in a velvety voice, "Why did you attack me, Mr. Randhawa?"
Randhawa—a stout, middle-aged man—stared at Rudransh in surprise. His mind was in turmoil. "He just hurt me, and now he's speaking so kindly?" he thought. But then Rudransh's stern voice echoed again, "I asked you something." He picked up a tool, held it close to Randhawa's fingers, and began waving it in the air.
Randhawa spoke fearfully, "I want your title—'King'! The one the whole world fears. The one who can get everything done in a jiffy. Before you came, all this was mine. But since you entered the underworld, everything has been ruined. You took everything from me. And even then, you weren't satisfied, so you rejected my daughter. Who wouldn't be angry about this?" His voice was filled with anger and complaint.
Rudransh heard him and laughed lightly. "So you want me to marry your daughter, and end this feud?"
Randhawa nodded hopefully. "Yes, just do that."
Rudransh's face hardened. "That girl who's had countless abortions? Marry her?" There was disdain in his voice.
Hearing this, Randhawa's head hung in shame. Rudransh leaned toward him and said, "If you ever mention this again, I'll pull out your tongue and wrap it around your neck. Understand?" His voice held a cold threat. Randhawa shook his head in fear.
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That's all for today.
Now the question is:-
Who is Arshita's aunt calling her to meet?
What is the real relationship between Mr. Randhawa and Rudransh?
Will Arshita ever be able to confess her feelings to Rudransh?