Mine Yes! : Forced to be yours Mr.Devil

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Rudra sat in the silence of his cabin the next day, reviewing the detailed notes from Ravi about the marketing team's shortcomings. The earlier discussions with his brothers had left him pensive, more so than usual. His mind drifted to Anaya. Despite his firm resolve to fix things with her, he knew it would take more than just promises to heal the cracks that had begun to form in their relationship. It wasn't just about grand gestures but consistent effort—something he'd never had to work on before.

A sharp knock on the door broke his chain of thought. "Come in," Rudra said, his tone brisk.

Ravi walked in, carrying a stack of documents. "Morning, bhai. I've consolidated the feedback from the board. The points you mentioned yesterday about diversifying our strategy—we'll need more input from the new interns. They seem promising."

Rudra nodded, gesturing for Ravi to sit. "Good. Schedule a brainstorming session for them tomorrow. Let's see if their fresh perspective brings anything worthwhile."

As Ravi took a seat, he leaned forward slightly. "Bhai, about Rubi… She's been… difficult lately. Aarav dealt with her yesterday, but she's bound to pull another stunt. What's the plan?"

Rudra's eyes darkened momentarily. "Rubi Kukreja is not our concern right now. If she doesn't meet expectations, she'll face the consequences. No one is indispensable here, not even someone claiming proximity to the family."

Ravi raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Good to know you've got your priorities straight."

Before Rudra could reply, his phone buzzed on the desk. The screen lit up with Anaya's name. He hesitated for a moment, then picked it up.

"Hello?" His voice softened involuntarily.

"Rudra," Anaya's voice came through, tinged with uncertainty. "I… I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Ravi's ears perked up, but he wisely chose not to comment.

"Not at all," Rudra replied. "What is it?"

"I was wondering if we could have dinner together tonight," Anaya said, her voice tentative. "Just the two of us?"

Rudra's grip on the phone tightened. "Of course. I'll make time."

There was a pause on the other end before Anaya replied, "Thank you. I'll see you at home."

As the call ended, Ravi couldn't help but grin. "Looks like you're finally getting your priorities right, bhai."

Rudra shot him a glare, but there was no real malice in it. "Don't you have work to do?"

Ravi chuckled, standing up. "I'll leave you to your planning, then. And good luck tonight."

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The hours seemed to drag as Rudra threw himself into his work, but his mind kept wandering back to Anaya. By the time evening rolled around, he was more than ready to leave the office and head home. He had spent the day reflecting on how he could make their dinner meaningful, not just another meal where he got lost in his thoughts while Anaya sat in silence.

When he arrived home, the house was quiet. Anaya was in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on their dinner. She looked up as he entered, her eyes lighting up briefly before her usual guarded expression returned.

"You're home early," she said, her tone neutral.

"I promised I'd make time," Rudra replied, stepping closer. "What can I do to help?"

Anaya blinked, surprised by his offer. "Uh, nothing. It's almost done. Just go freshen up and i bring you dinner ."

Rudra nodded, retreating to their room. When he returned, the room table was set, and Anaya was already seated. He joined her, noticing the effort she had put into the meal. It was a mix of his favorite dishes and hers, a subtle reminder of how she always tried to bridge the gap between them.

They ate in relative silence for the first few minutes until Rudra finally spoke. "Anaya, I… I know I've been distant. And I'm sorry. You've been patient with me, more than I deserve."

Anaya looked up, her eyes searching his face. "It's not about patience, Rudra. It's about feeling like I matter to you. Like we matter."

He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "You do matter. More than anything else. And I'm going to prove it to you. I can't promise I'll change overnight, but I'll do better. For us."

Anaya's eyes softened, a small smile tugging at her lips. "That's all I've ever wanted."

"Rudra, you know this isn't the race or book we thought we write but we can try to be together by time be best version for each other and the important is we are together by fate or efforts, but I want you in my every fate by my side."

"Come here", Rudra said as commanding tone.

Anaya didn't heist and sit closer to him, Rudra offer her as he want her, he holds her wrist with one hand and pull her by her waist in his lap to made her sit. 

It's first time Rudra is bit cling to Anaya like this is what he need from since morning. Anaya also place her arms around his neck and her eyes is looking carefully to Rudra face, his face is like he didn't sleep well.

Rudra rests his head in Anaya chest and his hands are securely hugged Anaya body, his want to ask something but there is urged to touch her and holds her close and spent every time with her but the boundaries he said that night is stopping him.

Anaya read the silence and ask him as maybe she knows what he want.

"Rudra, is there any problem hitting you?" Anaya voice is slow and calm.

"hmm... nope I just want my velvet to hold me, and nothing just let me hold you bit more longer." Rudra grip is bit tight around her back, his finger is dinging in her back and Anaya finger is caressing his hair.

as the night is shading down after Rudra and Anaya finish their dinner Anaya Wents toward the bed where Rudra is waiting for her Anay lays on bed Rudra glanced at Anaya, he notices the gap between the two of them.

"Aren't this too close velvet", after saying this he pulled her by her waist and dick his face in her back, his hot breath is hitting her bare back.

A sudden pull makes Anaya bit flinch, but she didn't react just listing what Rudra is saying and answering in hmmm.

The hmm voice is something bit in growing 

As they continued their moment, the tension between them began to ease. For the first time in weeks, they laughed and shared words, rediscovering the connection that had drawn them together in the first place. It wasn't a perfect resolution, but it was a start.

The Late-Night Hustle

Meanwhile, back at TechHigh, Ravi and Aarav were burning the midnight oil, meticulously reviewing the proposals submitted by the new interns. Their brainstorming session earlier that evening had sparked a wave of creativity, and now they were sifting through the ideas, picking out the ones that held promise. 

"This one has potential," Ravi remarked, tapping his pen against a particularly detailed plan. The document outlined a strategy that aligned with their goals, though it was clear that a few adjustments were necessary. "If we tweak it a bit, it could be exactly what we need to move forward."

Aarav leaned over the table, his sharp eyes scanning the proposal. He nodded in agreement. "Agreed. But you know the drill—we'll need to run it by bhai first. You know how particular he is."

Ravi smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Particular is putting it mildly. But if we pitch it right, he'll see the value in it. It's all about framing."

For a while, they worked in silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of papers or the soft hum of the ceiling fan. The faint glow of their laptops cast long shadows in the room, and the quiet weight of the hour made the atmosphere feel almost contemplative.

Then, Aarav broke the silence with a question that seemed to come out of nowhere. "Ravi, do you ever think about falling in love?"

The question caught Ravi off guard. He glanced up from the document he was marking, his brows furrowing slightly. "Falling in love?" he repeated, as though testing the words. "That's a bit out of left field, don't you think?"

Aarav shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Maybe. But we've been so focused on work, on projects, and on making things happen for bhai and TechHigh—I just wondered if you ever thought about it. You know, what it would be like to have someone."

Ravi's smirk softened into a thoughtful expression. He set his pen down, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand. "I don't know," he admitted after a moment. "I guess I've thought about it. But between everything we're juggling—this startup, Rudra's expectations, our own goals—I don't think there's been much room for it. Besides…" He hesitated, his voice trailing off.

"Besides what?" Aarav prompted; his curiosity piqued.

Ravi exhaled, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Besides, I'm not sure I'd know what to do with something like that. Love isn't exactly like pitching a proposal or running analytics. There's no clear formula, no guaranteed outcome."

Aarav chuckled softly, the sound warm and genuine. "True. But maybe that's the point. It's not supposed to be something you can plan for. It just happens, and you figure it out along the way."

Ravi shook his head, laughing lightly. "Spoken like someone who's been watching too many rom coms."

"Maybe," Aarav admitted with a grin. "But it doesn't hurt to think about it, does it? We spend so much time building a future for this company—it wouldn't be the worst thing to think about building a future for ourselves, too."

Ravi fell quiet, his gaze drifting to the window where the city lights blinked faintly in the distance. Aarav's words lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the lives they had yet to explore outside the walls of TechHigh. 

For now, though, there was work to be done. Ravi picked up his pen, the moment of reflection giving way to the task at hand. "Maybe one day," he said softly, almost to himself, before turning back to the proposal. 

Aarav said nothing, but the thoughtful expression on his face suggested that the conversation was far from over in his mind. Together, they returned to their work, the quiet hum of their collaboration punctuated by the unspoken hopes and dreams they both carried.

As the hours stretched on, the conversation between Ravi and Aarav lingered in the space between them, like an unspoken chord that neither could quite put to rest. The work continued—reviewing, revising, and strategizing—but Aarav's earlier question had stirred something in Ravi. It wasn't just about love; it was about life beyond the grind, the vision of a world where they could have both personal happiness and professional success.

Eventually, Aarav set down his laptop and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes. "You know," he began, breaking the silence once more, "I wasn't just asking about love for the sake of it. I was thinking about Rudra."

Ravi glanced up, a frown creasing his forehead. "What about him?"

Aarav hesitated, as though trying to find the right words. "I just… I worry about him sometimes. He carries so much on his shoulders. He's always thinking ten steps ahead, always trying to make sure we're okay. But I don't know if he ever stops to think about what he needs. If he's happy."

Ravi leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, as he considered Aarav's words. "You're not wrong," he admitted after a moment. "Bhai's been the glue holding us together for years. Even now, with TechHigh, it's like he's taking all the pressure on himself to make sure it succeeds—for us, for the interns, for everyone."

"And that's the problem," Aarav said, his voice tinged with concern. "He's so focused on everyone else that I don't think he's left any room for himself. Have you ever seen him take a break? Like a real one? Not just stepping out for coffee or grabbing lunch between meetings."

Ravi shook his head, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "No. I don't think he knows how."

Aarav sighed. "Exactly. And I think we need to do something about it."

Ravi raised an eyebrow. "Do something about it? What, like force him to go on vacation?"

"Why not?" Aarav replied, a spark of determination in his eyes. "Maybe not a vacation, but we can find a way to lighten his load, even for a little while. Show him that he doesn't have to do it all alone."

Ravi tilted his head, considering the idea. It wasn't entirely out of character for Aarav to come up with bold plans—after all, that was one of the reasons their brainstorming sessions often yielded such creative ideas. But this felt different, more personal.

"And how do you propose we do that?" Ravi asked, genuinely curious.

Aarav leaned forward, a sly smile creeping onto his face. "We finish this proposal tonight, make it rock-solid, and present it to him in a way he can't refuse. If we can prove we've got this under control, even just for a little while, maybe—just maybe—we can convince him to take a step back."

Ravi couldn't help but laugh. "You're awfully optimistic, you know that?"

"Someone has to be," Aarav shot back with a grin. "Besides, it's not just for him. If bhai can see that it's okay to let go sometimes, maybe it'll remind us that it's okay too. To have lives outside of all this."

Ravi nodded slowly, the weight of Aarav's words settling over him. He reached for his pen again, determination sparking in his eyes. "Alright, then. Let's make this the best damn proposal he's ever seen."

The two of them dove back into their work with renewed energy, the quiet resolve between them palpable. As the hours ticked by and the first rays of dawn began to peek through the window, they were no longer just two brothers working late into the night. They were a team, united not just by their ambitions for TechHigh but by their shared commitment to each other—and to the brother who had always been their guiding star.

What they didn't know was that Rudra, sitting in his own office across town, was thinking about them too. The weight of his responsibilities was heavier than ever, but the thought of his brothers' support gave him strength. Little did he realize that the midnight oil they burned wasn't just for the business—it was for him.

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The next morning, Rudra arrived at the office with a renewed sense of purpose. He had promised Anaya he'd do better, and he intended to keep that promise. As he stepped into his cabin, Ravi and Aarav were already waiting for him, their expressions serious.

"Good morning," Rudra greeted them, taking his seat.

"Morning, bhai," Ravi replied. "We've got something to show you."

Aarav handed him the revised proposal, and Rudra scanned it quickly. As he read, his expression shifted from skepticism to interest.

"This is… good," he said finally, looking up at his brothers. "Who came up with this?"

"One of the new interns," Aarav replied. "She's got a sharp mind and a fresh perspective. We think she could be an asset."

Rudra nodded thoughtfully. "Set up a meeting with her. I want to hear her thoughts firsthand."

Ravi grinned. "Already done. She'll be here at 10."

As the clock struck 10, the intern—a young woman named Meera—entered Rudra's cabin, her nerves evident but her determination clear. Over the next hour, she presented her ideas with confidence, impressing Rudra with her insight and creativity.

By the time the meeting ended, Rudra was convinced. "Good work, Meera. Keep it up."

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To be continued..