Raukta FanFiction.
This scene follows the Rasya scene of 6th May 2013, where Tapasya sees Meethi in a nightmare, and Rathore comforts her.
I'm planning on following Veer's lead…about putting a missing person's advertisement—for Mukta. Anyone seen her?😛
And as always, comments and likes are appreciated (very much😊), and very welcome…
And yes, Raghuvendra Rathore never breaks his promise😉
He knew it was pointless…she'll never be able to truly rest until Meethi gets home. Even now, after he had reassured her, she was still having a fitful sleep; battling her nightmares.
He knew that it was pointless of his to just sit and stare at her; his being here is hardly going to keep the nightmares at bay.
Tiredly rubbing a hand across his face, he reaches for his phone, willing it to ring with some sort of hope.
Leaning his head back against his chair, he closes his eyes tight and tries to hold back the helplessness.
He hated this.
Hated not being able to find Meethi.
Hated not being able to reassure Tapasya.
Hated not being able to fulfill his promises.
And most of all; he hated this feeling of helplessness.
Yes, he was worried about Meethi. But he seems to be the only one who worried about Tapasya as well. She looks so fragile, and she's still not out of danger… his only hope was that her heart manages to hold on.
"Papa…? Are you ok?"
Opening his eyes, he peers at the darkened doorway, from where the voice had come from.
"Mukta? What are you doing awake, princess?" he asks, holding a hand out to her.
She moves closer, and clasps his hand in hers; allowing him to draw her to sit beside him. "I came to check on the two of you. Are you ok?" she asks again.
Trying to smile for her, he squeezes her hand in reassurance. "We're fine…your Ma was finding it difficult to fall asleep. She's worried about Meethi…"
Looking back at Tapasya, Mukta smiled, and lovingly traced her mother's features with her eyes. "It looks like she finally fell asleep"
"hmm…"
"Papa…? What's happening? With Meethi I mean." She asks, turning back to look at him.
He dropped his eyes from hers, and reached for the phone once more, a shadow falling over his eyes. "there's nothing to say princess. My men are still in the area, and they are still looking for her. I haven't found her yet." He replies, not looking at her.
*
When she had passed their room just a few minutes ago, she hadn't planned on coming in. she had just wanted to peep in; to catch a glimpse of her parents before she went to sleep. But then, she had changed her mind when she saw her papa's face…when she had recognized the feeling.
The helplessness; the despair…
She knew how he felt. She knew, because she had felt the same when she had tried desperately to stop Meethi's wedding happening with a fraud.
And she knew what to do.
Determined, she gets up and moves to kneel in front of her papa, who shifts his face down to look at her, startled by her sudden appearance.
"Papa…? Do you remember what you told me during Meethi's sangeeth?" she asks.
When he didn't seem to remember, and only stared at her in confusion, she said "you reminded me that I am Mukta Rathore. You told me that I won't cry…that I won't give in to defeat…remember papa?"
When he continued to stare at her in silence, she continued softly "you gave me strength to fight that day…you thought me not to give in to defeat…" she says, her encouraging smile making his throat catch.
Pulling her up, he holds her for a moment as emotions warred through him. He laughs harshly into her hair, holding her close as he asked "when did my baby girl grow up?"
Leaning back, she smiles at him mischievously for a moment before saying "just now…when you blinked!" with a wink—finally managing to make him laugh.
Encouraged by his laugh, she stands up and tugs at his hand until he's standing up beside her.
"mukta…what—?"
"One second; I want to show you something" she says insistently, tugging at his hand to keep him moving.
With sigh he lets her to guide him across the room until they stood shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the mirror, looking at their reflection.
Smiling impishly, she points at his reflection and asks "know who that is?"
Amused, and a little baffled by her absurd question, he replies "who? The guy with the curly hair and the beard that needs trimming? Nah…never seen him in my life!" in a dry tone.
Laughing, she hooks a arm into his and continues to look at their reflection.
"That is Raghuvendra Rathore, my papa" she says, tapping a finger emphatically on her chest, her voice ringing with pride.
"Is that so?" he asks mildly, trying hard to keep his voice steady.
"Yep…" she replied. "And do you know something else…?"
"What's that?"
"My papa never breaks a promise…and he never gives up" she says with absolute confidence.
*
And so they stood staring at the mirror for a moment longer; One pair of eyes filled with love, pride and absolute trust…And the other swamped with gratitude and love; it's lost sparkle finally returning.
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