Shit. He didn't even have to turn to know she was there. He felt it, the same electricity that crackled through him every time she was in his vicinity. He stood, rooted to the spot, unable to meet her eyes. And when he finally did muster up the courage to gaze into those light brown eyes, stomach twisting within him, he felt stabbed, as though a thousand knives hit him at once. He saw the hurt of course, the hurt in her eyes was in itself a kick to his squirming gut, but he was hit a hundred times harder by the disappointment- she had come to expect better of him...and he had let her down. He only saw it for a few seconds though, before her face turned into an uncharacteristically blank mask. She sailed past him, head held high, calling out to the servants to hang up the cloth, Rudra already at her heels apologizing on his behalf. Om followed too, not before shooting him a look of severe disgust. She didn't acknowledge their apologies, merely smiling at Rudra bitterly and ruffling his hair, before leaving the room, his brothers in tow. It was different this time, he realized. She hadn't retaliated, hadn't spit flaming fire at him like she usually did with equally cruel accusations.
He was suddenly unable to speak, with a parched throat and a stomach swooping with dread and was overcome with the sudden urge to kick himself, hard.
Shit. Shit. Shit. He had really messed up.
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You can check out my other OS here (It's quite similar to the current track, angsty shaadi:)
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/ishqbaaaz/4711229/shivika-os-ae-dil-hai-mushkil