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We’ve just returned home. Home. Honestly, it’s not that I dislike traveling, but I feel so much more like myself when I’m at home, just relaxing and doing nothing. 

"Amu didiiii!" Raj sprinted toward me, wrapping his arms around me. Gosh, it’s clear he missed us a lot.

Rudraksh walked in right behind me. Raj immediately hugged him too. "I didn’t miss you," Rudraksh muttered, rolling his eyes. 

"As if I did," Raj mocked back. 

"Enough, you two," I snapped, and they instantly stopped.

I walked toward the room, dropping the bags when suddenly, I felt a hand yank me back into his arms. 

"Seriously, Rudra? Why do you always scare the hell out of me?" I asked, glaring at him. 

"I can’t help it, baby. Not anymore," he replied, his gaze locking with mine.

"I’m tired, Rudra," I said, but his grip only tightened. 

"Main kaha aapko work-out karne bol raha hu?" he teased, and I rolled my eyes. 

He smiled and leaned in, his nose brushing against my neck. 

"Itna pyaar hone laga hai na aapse, barbaad hone laga hu main," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. I couldn’t help but chuckle. 
(I'm so in love with you, and I feel like it's  ruining me somewhere)

"I must say, you're very respectful, Mr. Mukherjee," I teased, and he caressed my waist softly. 

"Yes. Yes, I am. Because you're my queen, and you deserve all the love and respect in this world," he said, and my heart swelled with his words. 

"Rudraksh," I called, my voice soft, and he hummed in response. 

"I need to tell you something. You deserve to know it. Every time I tried to say it before, something always stopped me," I explained, and he nodded. 

"Go ahead, I’m listening." 

I wanted to tell him. I needed to tell him everything. But as soon as I tried to speak, the words just wouldn’t come. 

My eyes filled with tears as I avoided his gaze. I could feel my breath quickening, panic rising in my chest. No. I had to tell him the truth. I couldn’t leave him hanging, caught in only part of the story. 

I touched his shoulder, trying to steady myself, and when I finally looked up, I saw his concern. My throat tightened, but he noticed my struggle immediately.