"Her innocent King"
He never wore a crown, never held a gun... but still, he ruled her world.
She was born with blood on her hands and fire in her veins-the mafia princess everyone feared. A girl who could break ribs without breaking a sweat, yet s...
See Buddies I am stuck on festival toh Thora sabar karo... F
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Ruhaan quietly stepped into the bathroom, the joint door connecting it to the hospital bedroom closing softly behind him. His body ached, a dull throb of hunger reminding him that he hadn't eaten since yesterday.
But at this moment, none of that mattered. Not his empty stomach, not his fatigue. All that mattered... was her siya. Every thought, every worry in his mind revolved around her.
Back in the bedroom, Vihaan sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, his fingers gently threading through Siya's soft, silky hair. Every brush, every small touch, was careful, almost reverent. He watched her with a quiet intensity, memorizing the curve of her tiny face, the flutter of her lashes. Beside him, Ruhanika leaned in slightly, her eyes soft, glowing with a mixture of pride, love, and amusement. Her smile was quiet but filled the room like sunlight spilling through a narrow window.
Siya stirred, her small eyelids blinking open. The world came into focus with a sleepy haze, and her first sight was of her father. "Papa aap yaha..." she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep but full of happiness. ["Papa, you're here..."]
Vihaan's lips curved into a tender smile. "Kyuu, mein nahi aa sakta?" he teased softly, the corner of his eyes crinkling with amusement. ["Why, can't I be here?"]
"No no, papa, aap kabhi aa sakte hoooo," Siya insisted, reaching out with her tiny hands, clutching at the space between them as if to hold onto every moment. ["No no, Papa, you can come whenever you want!"]
Ruhanika's laughter was soft, musical, wrapping around the two of them like a warm blanket. "Maa ko bhul hiii jaati hooo," she teased gently, her voice playful, full of gentle reproach. ["You forget Mom so easily."]
Siya pouted adorably, twisting slightly in Vihaan's arms. "Aarey maa... mein toh papa ko attention derahi thi, nahi toh phir se muh phulake baith jaayenge..." ["Oh Mom... I was giving Papa attention, otherwise they'd sit there pouting again..."]
Ruhanika shook her head, amusement sparkling in her eyes. "Haa, yeah toh attention seeker tumhare papa," she said, nodding toward Vihaan with a teasing grin. ["Yes, so your Papa is the attention seeker."]
Both mother and daughter exchanged a giggling high-five, the sound of their laughter delicate but alive, filling the sterile room with warmth and life.
Vihaan leaned back, pretending to throw up his hands in defeat. "Hogay karliya MUJHE roast..." he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping him. ["You successfully roasted me..."]
