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The sound of her parents' voices, harsh and biting, filled the air. Anaya stood outside the small convenience store, her tiny hands gripping a packet of snacks tightly, her knuckles white from fear. It was late at night, and the streetlights flickered ominously above her. The cold night breeze brushed against her small frame, but the coldness she felt was from something deeper—something far more unsettling.
Inside the car parked on the side of the road, her parents were locked in another heated argument. The windows were rolled up, but their raised voices penetrated the barrier, spilling into the night. Her mother's angry gestures and her father's stern replies were like a broken record she had heard too many times before.
Anaya, just a small child, couldn't understand the depth of their argument. All she knew was that it made her heart hurt, made her stomach twist with fear and confusion. Her innocent, wide eyes filled with tears as she looked on, wishing—praying—that they would stop.
"Please, don't fight. Please…" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling as she repeated the words like a mantra, hoping they would hear her, hoping they would stop. But they didn't. They never did.
The argument grew louder, more intense. Anaya's small body shivered as her tears began to spill down her cheeks. Her vision blurred, but she could still see them—her parents, so consumed by their anger that they didn't even notice her standing there, watching them from the other side of the road.
Suddenly, a loud horn blared in the distance, cutting through the tense night air. Anaya's heart leaped in her chest, her body freezing as the sound grew closer, more urgent. She turned her head, her small feet rooted to the ground as she saw the blinding headlights of a truck speeding toward her parents' car.
"Mumma! Dad!" she screamed, her voice high-pitched and full of terror, but it was too late.
The screech of tires. The deafening crash of metal against metal. The world spun violently around her, and everything went dark.
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Anaya jolted awake, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her hands instinctively reached for the sheets, gripping them tightly as if to anchor herself in the present. It took her a moment to realize that she was in her bedroom—their bedroom—and not back on that dark road. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room, disoriented, before they landed on the bedside clock.
1:30 a.m.
She closed her eyes, willing her racing heart to calm down. It had been a nightmare, but it felt too real, too vivid. The memory of that night—the night that changed everything—still haunted her, even after all these years.
Her breath was shaky as she sat up in bed, wiping away the tears that had gathered in her eyes. The room was quiet, too quiet, and the weight of the nightmare pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
She needed water.
Her hands were still trembling as she reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, drinking it in hurried gulps. The cool liquid did little to soothe her racing thoughts or calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her. Her mind was still stuck in the past, replaying the scene over and over again.
She set the empty glass down with a soft thud, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Her heart ached with the memory of her parents, and she felt the tears threatening to spill over once again. She hated that the nightmare still had such a hold on her. She hated that she couldn't shake it, even after all these years.
Anaya wiped her tears quickly, frustrated with herself. She was stronger than this—she had to be. But tonight, the loneliness of the room and the suffocating silence weighed too heavily on her. She glanced at the other side of the bed—Rudra's side. It was untouched, as cold and distant as the man himself.
Where is he? she wondered, her brow furrowing slightly. Had he come to bed at all? Or was he still working late in his office, as he often did?
The room felt too large, too empty without him. The nightmare had left her feeling vulnerable and alone, and all she wanted was some sense of security—some sign that she wasn't completely alone in this marriage. But Rudra's absence only made the ache in her chest grow.
With a soft sigh, Anaya swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, her bare feet making no sound as they touched the cold floor. She thought about going for a walk in the garden to clear her head, but another thought crossed her mind, stopping her in her tracks.
Where is Rudra?
The question gnawed at her, refusing to be ignored. Was he still in his private office? Had he even considered coming to bed? Or was he avoiding her like he always did? The distance between them was palpable, and tonight, more than ever, she wanted—no, needed—answers.
Why did you marry me? The question had been swirling in her mind since the day they were wed, and tonight, the need for answers was stronger than ever.
Anaya made her decision.
She couldn't go back to sleep, not with these thoughts consuming her. She needed to find him, to talk to him, to understand what was going on between them. Even if it meant facing his cold, icy demeanor, she needed answers.
She quietly made her way to the door, her hand hovering over the handle as she hesitated for a moment. Should I really do this? she thought. What if he's angry that I interrupted him? What if he shuts me out again?
But she couldn't turn back now. She had to try.
With a deep breath, Anaya opened the door and stepped into the dark hallway. The third floor of the house was quiet, with only a few dim lights illuminating the grand corridor. Rudra's private office was just down the hall, on the opposite side of the stairs from their bedroom. It was his sanctuary, the place where he locked himself away from the world—and from her.
As she approached the door to his office, her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of curiosity and nervousness swirling inside her. Her hand hovered over the door handle once more, and she hesitated again. What if he doesn't want to see me?
But the thought of going back to bed, alone with her thoughts, was unbearable. She had to know. She had to try.
With a deep breath, she turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open.
The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the room, casting warm shadows on the walls. Rudra's office was elegant, minimalist in design, with sleek furniture and dark tones that matched his personality. But the room was also cluttered with papers and documents, a clear sign of the work that consumed him.
And there, behind the large oak desk, was Rudra.
Anaya's breath caught in her throat as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to him. He wasn't working.
He was asleep.
Rudra sat slumped in his chair, his head resting slightly to the side, his thick, dark hair falling messily over his forehead. The usually sharp, polished man she had come to know was now disheveled, his top two shirt buttons undone, revealing the faint hint of his collarbone. His tie was loose, hanging limply around his neck, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He looked tired—exhausted, even—but in the soft glow of the lamp, there was something undeniably handsome about him.
Anaya's heart fluttered as she took a few steps closer, her gaze lingering on his face. His jawline was sharp, his slight stubble giving him a rugged, yet refined look. His features were relaxed in sleep, the usual coldness gone, replaced by an almost peaceful expression.
She had never seen him like this before—so vulnerable, so human. And in that moment, something stirred inside her. Despite the distance between them, despite the coldness he often showed her, there was something about him that drew her in. He was a mystery she wanted to unravel, a puzzle she was desperate to solve.
Her eyes traced the lines of his face, her fingers itching to reach out and touch the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead. She wanted to smooth them back, to feel the softness of his hair beneath her fingertips. But she stopped herself, her hand freezing in midair.
What am I doing? she thought, pulling her hand back, suddenly feeling foolish.
She took a step back, her heart still racing as she glanced at the laptop and papers scattered across the desk. The screen was still on, various documents and spreadsheets open. Anaya's eyes flicked to the screen, her curiosity piqued. As someone with a background in tech, she couldn't help but feel drawn to the work on display.
She leaned in slightly, trying to make sense of the data. It looked like Rudra had been working on something important, something complex. But as she scanned the documents, she realized it wasn't just business as usual—there was something more to it. Something that didn't quite add up.
Her brow furrowed as she tried to piece it together, her mind racing with questions. What is he working on? she wondered. Why is he pushing himself so hard?
But before she could delve deeper into the mystery, her gaze shifted back to Rudra. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath.
he looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to the cold and distant man she had been living with. The sight of him like this, vulnerable and tired, stirred something deep inside her—an emotion she had been trying to suppress since their hurried marriage. A mixture of admiration, confusion, and something else she wasn't ready to acknowledge yet.
Anaya took another step closer, her hand once again hovering over his disheveled hair. She hesitated, fear gripping her. What would he do if he woke up and found her here, standing over him, staring at him like this? Would he pull back into his shell, like he always did? Or would he see her vulnerability, the same way she was seeing his now?
She pulled her hand back, sighing softly. As much as she wanted to reach out, something held her back. Maybe it was the distance between them that still felt like an insurmountable wall. Or maybe it was fear—fear of rejection, fear of another cold shoulder.
Her gaze flicked back to the laptop screen, trying to distract herself from the strange emotions that stirred within her. The data on the screen was complex but familiar. It reminded her of the projects she had worked on during her studies, technical yet understandable. She scanned the numbers, the graphs, and the coding structures that were still open.
He's brilliant, she thought, surprised by the intricacy of his work. It wasn't just business spreadsheets or financial data—it was more than that. There was something sophisticated in his approach to whatever project he was working on. The details were precise, the coding seamless, yet there was a sense of stress and exhaustion behind the work. He had clearly been pushing himself for days.
Anaya leaned forward slightly, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she studied the lines of code. It was a system analysis of sorts, a breakdown of software performance, perhaps linked to one of the Singhaniya Group's tech ventures. She recognized some of the work, but something about it felt heavier, as if there was more at stake than she initially thought.
Her heart pounded as she realized just how much responsibility Rudra carried on his shoulders. She had always seen him as the cold, distant CEO, but now she could see the weight of the burden he bore—one that probably kept him awake late into the night, alone in his office.
She bit her lip, guilt creeping in. She had resented him for being so distant, so cold, but seeing him like this—exhausted, alone, and burdened—made her question her own assumptions about him.
Why do you keep yourself so locked away, Rudra? she wondered silently as she glanced back at his sleeping form. Why won't you let anyone in?
Anaya's eyes softened as she took in his appearance once more—his messy hair, the loosened tie, the unbuttoned shirt that gave him an air of casual elegance even in his sleep. His jawline, slightly rough with a hint of stubble, made him look even more rugged than usual. He was the kind of man who exuded power and authority while awake, but right now, he seemed almost… approachable.
She caught herself staring again, a blush rising to her cheeks as she realized what she was doing. Quickly, she straightened up and stepped back from the desk, her heart still racing from the strange mixture of emotions she was feeling.
What am I doing? she chastised herself. Why am I staring at him like this?
But the answer was clear—she was seeing a different side of Rudra, one that she hadn't expected. And for the first time since their marriage, she felt a small flicker of understanding toward him. Maybe he wasn't just the cold, distant man she had assumed he was. Maybe there was more to him, something hidden beneath the layers of icy professionalism and reserved demeanor.
As she stood there, lost in her thoughts, a soft murmur escaped her lips. "Why did you marry me, Rudra?"
The question was barely above a whisper, but it hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. She hadn't meant to voice it aloud, but it had been weighing on her for so long that it slipped out without her realizing.
Rudra didn't stir. He remained fast asleep, unaware of her presence, unaware of the questions and confusion that swirled inside her.
Anaya sighed again, running a hand through her own hair as she stepped away from the desk. She felt foolish standing here, asking questions she knew wouldn't be answered. Rudra wasn't going to wake up and suddenly reveal everything to her. He was a man of secrets, a man who kept his walls up, even around his wife.
But that didn't mean she was going to stop trying to understand him.
She glanced back at him one last time, her gaze lingering on the sharp lines of his face, the way his long lashes brushed against his cheeks, the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply in his sleep. There was something about him that intrigued her, something that made her want to know more, even if he made it difficult.
She turned toward the door, ready to leave him in peace, but a soft voice in her head whispered, Talk to him. Ask him. Maybe you'll get an answer.
Her hand hovered over the door handle, her mind torn between leaving and staying. She took a deep breath, steeling herself as she turned back toward the desk.
You should talk to him, Anaya, she thought. You deserve answers.
With newfound resolve, Anaya stepped back toward the desk, her footsteps quiet as she approached Rudra once more. She didn't want to wake him, but she knew this conversation couldn't be avoided forever.
As she stood over him, her heart beating loudly in her chest, she couldn't help but reach out one more time. Her hand hovered above his hair again, and this time, she let her fingers graze the soft strands. His hair was thick, slightly tousled from sleep, and she found herself admiring the way it fell over his forehead, making him look younger, more relaxed.
Her fingers stilled after a brief moment of contact, the warmth of his hair lingering on her skin. She pulled her hand back, unsure of what she had been hoping for. Rudra remained asleep, his deep breathing unchanging, unaware of her silent questions and her fleeting touch.
Anaya sighed softly, her heart still heavy with uncertainty. She couldn't do this alone—she couldn't keep trying to make sense of their marriage without his input. But waking him now felt wrong, and the words she wanted to ask wouldn't come.
Maybe tomorrow, she thought, her resolve weakening as she stepped away from him once more.
But before she could turn toward the door, her eyes flicked back to the laptop screen. The work Rudra had been doing still intrigued her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it was important—maybe even more important than she initially realized.
She leaned over the desk, her eyes scanning the screen once more. The coding, the system analysis—it was all so intricate, so detailed. It wasn't just business as usual. Something was hidden in the work Rudra had been doing, something that didn't quite add up.
What is this? she thought, her curiosity piqued once more. What are you working on, Rudra?
The data on the screen was advanced, beyond what she had expected from a typical business report. It was almost as if Rudra was tracking something—analyzing patterns that didn't fit the usual financial models she had seen in the past.
Anaya's fingers hovered over the keyboard, tempted to dig deeper into the files. She knew she shouldn't pry, but the mystery was too enticing to ignore. Her tech background gave her enough knowledge to understand the surface of what Rudra was working on, but there was something deeper here—something she wasn't seeing yet.
##To be continue....**