Roohi and Rudra had known each other since college. Their friendship was easy, comfortable, and filled with lighthearted banter. Both had harbored feelings for each other, but neither had the courage to confess. Life moved on, and when their parents suggested an arranged marriage, they both agreed, more out of trust in each other than anything else. After all, they were friends, and they figured that love would blossom naturally.
Six months into their marriage, they had grown closer emotionally. They had confessed their feelings and acknowledged the affection that had simmered between them for years. Yet, something was missing. A certain tension lingered in the air, a hesitation that neither could quite put their finger on.
Roohi was the first to notice. Whenever she tried to take their relationship to a more intimate level, Rudra would pull back. At first, she brushed it off, assuming he was tired or distracted by work. But as time went on, she couldn’t ignore the growing distance between them. Her self-doubt began to gnaw at her. She knew she wasn’t the kind of girl Rudra typically found attractive. She had met some of his bold, confident female friends in the past, and she didn’t fit that mold. Maybe he wasn’t attracted to her. Maybe she wasn’t enough.
One evening, she gathered the courage to confront him. They were sitting on the balcony, the soft glow of the setting sun casting long shadows. The silence between them was thick, almost suffocating.
“Rudra,” Roohi began, her voice trembling slightly, “is there something wrong between us? I feel like you’re holding back.”
"Rudra," she said softly, her voice almost breaking, "am I... not attractive to you?"
Rudra looked at her, startled by the directness of her question. He had always admired her for being straightforward, but now, faced with her earnest gaze, he felt his heart clench with guilt. He knew he had to be honest, but he was terrified of what his honesty might do to her.
“Roohi,” he said, taking a deep breath, “aisa kuch nhi hai. It’s not you. I swear, it’s not that I don’t find you attractive. I’ve always liked you… more than liked you.”
“Phir kyun?” she asked, her eyes searching his for answers. “Why do you keep pulling away?”
Rudra hesitated. This was the moment he had dreaded. But he couldn’t keep lying to her—or to himself. He needed to tell her the truth, even if it broke her heart.
“I’m scared, Roohi,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared of hurting you. I’m not… I’m not a saint. There’s a side of me that’s different, especially when it comes to… intimacy.”
Roohi frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I like things a certain way,” he said, struggling to find the right words. “I’m dominant. I like control. And I’m scared that if I let that side of me out, I’ll hurt you. I don’t want to do that. I can’t risk losing you.”
She listened carefully, processing his confession. Her heart ached, not because of what he said, but because of the fear he carried with him. She had no idea he was struggling so much.
“But why would you hurt me?” she asked gently. “If we’re together, we can talk about it, figure out what works for both of us. You don’t have to be scared.”
“ye itna simple nhi hai” Rudra said, shaking his head. “I’ve done things, Roohi. Things I’m not proud of. When we were in college, when I thought I couldn’t have you, I tried to forget you by being with other girls. But it never worked. I imagined you… with them. It was the only way I could cope. And now that I have you, I’m terrified. Terrified that I’ll cross a line, that I’ll do something that will make you hate me.”
Roohi’s heart broke for him. She could see the pain in his eyes, the regret etched into his features. She reached out, taking his hand in hers.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Rudra,” she said softly. “I’m here. I want to understand you, all of you. We can take this slow, figure things out together. You don’t have to give up who you are for me. I love you, every part of you, even the parts you’re scared to show.”
Tears welled up in Rudra’s eyes as he heard her words. He had been so consumed by his fear of losing her that he had forgotten the strength of their bond, the trust they had built over years of friendship. Maybe, just maybe, they could navigate this together.
“Thank you, Roohi,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you too. I just didn’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” she reassured him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “We’ll face this together, one step at a time.”
For the first time in months, Rudra felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He didn’t have to carry his fears alone anymore. They would figure it out—together.
After a few moments of silence, Roohi pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes with a determination he hadn’t seen before.
“There’s something else,” she said quietly. “I want to know everything about your kinks, your fantasies. I want to make them mine too. I know I’m not as experienced as you, but I want to experience everything with you, Rudra. I want to be a part of that side of you. We can explore it together, but I need you to be honest with me. Don’t hide anything.”
Rudra was taken aback by her words. He had always seen Roohi as gentle, sweet, and perhaps a bit reserved. He never imagined she would be open to exploring the darker, more complex side of his desires. Her confession left him speechless, but it also filled him with a profound sense of relief.
“Are you sure, Roohi?” he asked, his voice filled with both hope and hesitation. “I don’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for.”
“I’m sure,” she replied, her gaze unwavering. “I trust you, Rudra. I want to learn with you, grow with you. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together. Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything,” he said.
“Promise me you won’t hide from me again.”
Rudra nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “I promise, Roohi. No more hiding.”
In that moment, something shifted in Rudra. The love he felt for Roohi deepened, becoming more intense, more profound. He fell in love with her all over again. Without another word, he pulled her on top of him and kissed her like never before, pouring all his emotions, fears, and hopes into that kiss. His hand started to explore, gently tracing the contours of her body, as if rediscovering her for the first time.
Roohi responded with equal passion, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. There was no hesitation, no fear—only love, trust, and the promise of what they would explore together.
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