The rain poured outside in an unforgiving torrent, tapping against the windows of the Rathore mansion like a thousand unspoken truths begging to be heard.
Rudraksh sat in the center of the living room, surrounded by luxury, yet cloaked in a cold solitude. His laptop hummed quietly on the table, light flickering across his sharp features as he typed with mechanical precision. The storm outside didn’t concern him. The absence of Divyanshi didn’t concern him.
Or so he thought.
The clock struck 9 PM.
Still no greeting. No gentle voice. No silent presence lingering in the shadows, watching him from the corridor, waiting to serve tea with trembling hands.
He didn’t notice it. Or he refused to.
But two people did.
The massive wooden doors burst open with a loud creak as Arya entered, soaked in rain, her hair plastered to her face, her eyes sharp and brimming with fury. Aman followed, holding a soaked folder against his chest, face grave with purpose.
Rudraksh didn’t look up. “Why so dramatic?” he said flatly. “The girl left. It was bound to happen someday.”
Arya’s footsteps halted. “What did you say?”
“I said she left. Divyanshi walked out.”
Arya blinked once. Then again. Her voice came out eerily calm.
“And you… let her walk out into a storm like this?”
Rudraksh didn’t answer.
“You didn’t try to stop her?”
He shrugged. “I gave her a life she didn’t deserve. It was her decision to leave.”
That was it.
The match to Arya’s fuse.
She stepped forward and slapped the laptop shut with a bang. The sharp sound echoed in the room like a gunshot.
“How dare you?” she growled.
Rudraksh’s eyes narrowed. “Arya—”
“No! You will not speak. You will listen for once in your arrogant life!” she snapped. “You called her a liar, a gold-digger, a fraud — and now you sit here like nothing happened?”
“I had my reasons,” he said, jaw clenched.
“Reasons?” she laughed bitterly. “You didn’t have facts, Bhaiya. You had your hatred. Your thirst for revenge! You judged an innocent girl just because she shared a surname with your enemy.”
Rudraksh’s face darkened. “She never told me the truth.”
“She tried—but you silenced her every time!” Arya shouted. “You treated her like she was filth under your shoe. You destroyed her spirit. And now she’s gone!”
“Stop—”
“No!” she thundered. “You stop. And look. At. This.”
Aman stepped forward, carefully laying the damp folder on the center table. “These are the documents I found,” he said softly, but each word was soaked in pain. “Took me two days. It’s all here.”
Rudraksh frowned. “What documents?”
Aman opened the folder. Inside were photos, legal papers, identity proofs, and an official report from an orphanage.
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~Broken But Unbroken~
FanfictionRudraksh is the ruthless mafia king - feared, dominant, and unbreakable. Emotions have no place in his world of power and control. But then Divyanshi enters his life - fragile, tormented, carrying scars that no one else sees. Haunted by nightmares...
