Mine Yes! : Forced to be yours Mr.Devil

AUTHOR'S NOTE

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Thank you for diving into another emotional chapter of Mine Yes! Forced to be Yours Mr. Devil. This scene was one of my favorites to write—it's raw, vulnerable, and filled with the unspoken tension between Rudra and Anaya. Their journey is one of self-discovery, trust, and the courage to face their feelings, even when it feels impossible.

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The study room was quiet, the air thick with unspoken tension as Rudra handed Anaya the official letter. It was the confirmation she'd been waiting for, yet the weight of it felt heavier than ever before.

Anaya stared at the letter in her hands, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, she had been selected for the project with Janvi, but on the other, her thoughts were clouded with the events of the past few days. Kunal's true identity had been exposed to the media, leaving her with more questions than answers. The weight of the truth about him—his involvement in the secret society, his betrayal of their trust—was like a dark cloud hanging over her, and she wasn't sure how to feel anymore.

"Rudra..." she began, her voice shaky. "This letter, it's for the project, right? Janvi and I got the selection, but... why do I feel like something's missing here?"

Rudra's gaze softened, but his usual cool demeanor seemed fragile, as if he were on the edge of something deeper—something he hadn't said yet. He took a step closer to her, closing the distance between them until his presence seemed to surround her.

"It's not about you, Anaya," he said, his voice low, almost hoarse with the emotion he tried so hard to hide. "It's about me... and this project. About us. I need you—both as my wife and... as the person I love."

Anaya's heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his eyes. But her confusion and anger bubbled up again, fueled by the anger she'd been suppressing ever since Kunal's reveal.

"You need me? For what, Rudra?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration. "You've never really told me what's going on. All this secrecy... Kunal's reveal, your mood swings, the tension I feel every time you look at me. I don't even know what to believe anymore. Am I just... a pawn in your plans?"

Rudra's eyes darkened, but his expression softened as he moved closer, blocking her path to the door. He didn't want her to leave—not now, not like this. He reached for her hand, his touch gentle but firm, as if trying to ground her to him.

"No," he said softly, almost urgently. "Anaya, you're not a pawn. You've never been one. But I... I need to protect you, even if it means being distant. You don't understand, but I'm trying to keep you safe—safe from things you don't even know about yet."

Anaya pulled her hand back slightly, not out of anger but out of confusion. "You think by keeping me in the dark, you're protecting me?"

Rudra's expression faltered for a moment, as if she had hit a nerve. He took another step closer, his voice a little more insistent. "Anaya... I know this is hard. I know I've been cold. But it's not because I don't care about you. It's because I care too much. You're mine, and I can't let you get hurt by the people and things surrounding us."

Her chest tightened at his words, and for a moment, she forgot the anger. But only for a moment.

"You say that," she whispered, her voice trembling, "but your actions never match your words, Rudra. Every time I think we're close, you pull away. Every time I need you to trust me, you shut me out. How am I supposed to believe you now?"

Rudra didn't answer right away. Instead, he stood there, just looking at her, as though he were searching for the right words—words that could reach her heart, words that could make her understand. But nothing came. Nothing felt right.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry for not showing you how much I need you... how much I love you."

Anaya's heart clenched. The sincerity in his voice tugged at her, but the fear, the uncertainty, and the lingering anger kept her grounded.

"You keep saying that," she muttered, avoiding his gaze. "But I'm still not sure if I can believe you."

Rudra sighed, his shoulders slumping as he stepped back slightly, giving her some space. But his eyes never left hers, still pleading with her to understand, to feel the same way.

"I'll show you," he said softly, a quiet determination in his voice. "I'll prove to you that I'm not just doing this for the project. I'm doing it for us—for you and me. But I can't do it alone, Anaya. Please, don't shut me out."

Anaya's heart wavered, torn between the man she had come to care for and the walls he had built around himself. She wanted to believe him, to trust him, but the fear of being hurt again held her back.

With a deep breath, she finally looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "You're asking a lot from me, Rudra... but maybe... maybe it's time I stopped running."

Rudra didn't say anything. Instead, he simply reached out, gently pulling her towards him, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. She didn't resist, but neither did she fully give in—not yet.

"I'm not asking you to run to me," he whispered, his voice steady but soft. "I'm asking you to walk with me. Every step, no matter how difficult."

Anaya closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself be enveloped by the warmth of his embrace, but still, a part of her remained uncertain. What was the future of this relationship? Would it always be this complicated, this full of doubt?

As they stood there, the silence between them spoke volumes—of love, fear, and the hope for something more. But for now, Anaya could only take one step at a time.

And for the first time in a long while, she wasn't sure where it would lead.

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As I stood there clutching the letter Rudra handed me, I felt a whirlwind of emotions. The confirmation for the project was supposed to excite me, but instead, all I felt was... suffocated. Between my exams, the internship, and everything else Rudra had dragged me into, I barely had time to breathe, let alone process anything beyond work.

"Boss," I started, holding up the letter as a shield between us, "let me finish this, please. I have exams to study for and office deadlines to meet. I really don't have time for... romance or whatever it is you're trying to do here."

Rudra raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into the faintest smirk, as if he found my frustration amusing. That made me even more irritated. Couldn't he see how stressed I was?

"Romance or whatever it is I'm trying to do?" he repeated, taking a step closer. His tone was light, teasing, but his eyes were anything but. They were intense, dark, and piercing right through me like they always did. "Anaya, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to avoid me."

Avoid him? The thought had crossed my mind more than once in the last few days. Ever since Kunal's true identity came out in the media, Rudra had been... different. More intense. More possessive. And more needy. I didn't even know the cold, stoic Rudra could be needy, but here we were.

In my head, I muttered, Dekho, bada needy hua jaa raha hai. I mean, seriously? Now of all times?

"Rudra," I said aloud, trying to sound firm, "I'm not avoiding you. I'm just... busy. I don't have the bandwidth to deal with exams, work, and whatever game you're playing right now."

His smirk disappeared, replaced by a look that was equal parts wounded and determined. He didn't say anything for a moment, just watched me, and it made me nervous. Whenever Rudra got quiet like this, I knew he was planning something. Something I wouldn't be able to easily wiggle out of.

"You think I'm playing a game?" he finally asked, his voice low, almost a growl. He took another step closer, closing the already minimal distance between us.

"I don't know what you're doing," I admitted, taking a step back, only to bump into the edge of the desk. "But whatever it is, I don't have time for it right now."

Rudra's eyes flashed with something unreadable as he placed his hands on either side of the desk, effectively caging me in.

"It's not a game, Anaya," he said softly, his voice dangerously close to a whisper. "I'm not trying to distract you. I'm trying to... be with you. To make you understand that I need you—not just as my wife, but as... you."

His words made my heart race, but not in a good way. I was annoyed, frustrated, and if I were being completely honest, maybe a little scared. Not of him, but of the way he made me feel.

"Rudra," I said, trying to sound stern, "you can't just corner me every time you feel like having an emotional breakthrough. I have real-life problems to deal with. Deadlines. Exams. Responsibilities. Not to mention the fact that I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole Kunal secret society betrayal drama. You don't get to just decide when we have these... moments."

He didn't back off. If anything, he leaned closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch.

"And you don't get to decide when I can love you, Anaya," he said, his voice firm but laced with vulnerability. "I'm trying here. I'm trying to be better. For you. For us. Can't you see that?"

My chest tightened. Of course, I could see it. But that didn't mean I was ready to deal with it. Not now. Not when everything else in my life felt like it was spiraling out of control.

"I do see it," I whispered, looking away because his gaze was too much. "But Rudra, I can't deal with this right now. I need space. I need time. Can you give me that?"

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face. The tenderness in his touch made my heart ache, but I forced myself to stay firm.

"Anaya," he murmured, his voice softer now, "I'll give you all the space and time you need. But don't push me away completely. I'm not going anywhere. No matter how much you try to avoid me, I'll still be here. Because I can't... I won't let you go."

I swallowed hard, my resolve wavering for just a moment. But then I remembered everything I had on my plate—everything I still needed to do.

"Fine," I said, stepping to the side and slipping out from the trap he'd created. "You can stay. You can do whatever it is you think you need to do. But right now, I have an exam to study for and a project to finish. So if you'll excuse me, boss, I have work to do."

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to argue, but he stepped back, letting me go.

"For now," he said, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of promise, "I'll let you go. But don't think for a second that I'm giving up, Anaya. This isn't over. Not by a long shot."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. Because deep down, I knew he was right. This wasn't over. But for now, I had to focus on everything else before I could even begin to deal with him.

As I walked out of the study room, my thoughts were a chaotic mess. Rudra was intense, overwhelming, and impossible to ignore. And yet, a part of me—no matter how small—couldn't help but wonder... what if I didn't want to ignore him?

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As I hurried out of the study room, clutching my notes and the confirmation letter, I couldn't help but feel Rudra's gaze burning into my back. My steps quickened, as if putting physical distance between us would help clear my head.

Why does he have to be so intense? I muttered internally, navigating toward my small workspace in the corner of the house. The last thing I needed was for Rudra to follow me. Thankfully, the heavy footsteps trailing behind me stopped just short of the study's threshold. I knew he wouldn't give up, but for now, at least, I had bought myself a reprieve.

Sitting at my desk, I spread out my notes and began highlighting key points for the upcoming exam. My mind kept wandering back to him, though. How he had leaned in, his eyes filled with that mix of longing and frustration. It wasn't fair. He could be cold and distant one day, and the next, clingy and demanding.

What's his deal? One minute he's the bossy, arrogant CEO, and the next, he's this needy... I stopped mid-thought, shaking my head.

"No, Anaya," I muttered under my breath, focusing on my textbook. "You've got work to do. Don't let him distract you."

But it was impossible not to think about him. The way he'd said, 'I'm trying to be better for us,' replayed in my mind like a broken record. It made my chest tighten in ways I didn't want to acknowledge.

Two Hours Later

I barely noticed the time passing as I dived into my studies. My notes were sprawled across the desk, and I'd managed to make a decent dent in my preparation. That was until I heard the soft knock on the door.

"Anaya," Rudra's voice called, muffled by the wood but unmistakably firm. "Open the door."

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Not now. Please, not now.

"Rudra, I'm busy," I said loudly enough for him to hear. "Whatever it is, it can wait."

The door creaked open anyway, and there he stood, leaning casually against the frame. His sleeves were rolled up, and his hair was slightly disheveled, as if he'd been running his hand through it repeatedly.

"I knocked, didn't I?" he said, stepping inside without waiting for permission. "And you didn't say not to come in."

I groaned, glaring at him. "That's implied when I say I'm busy."

He ignored my glare, his gaze sweeping over the chaos on my desk before landing on me. "You've been in here for two hours."

"Yes, because I have an exam," I said pointedly, gesturing to the papers in front of me. "I need to study, Rudra. Can't you understand that?"

"I understand perfectly," he said, walking closer. "But I also know you. You'll work yourself into the ground if I don't step in."

"Oh, so now you're my savior?" I snapped, crossing my arms. "Rudra, I don't need you hovering over me like this. Just... go do whatever it is you do when you're not being overbearing."

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he'd leave. But instead, he pulled out the chair across from me and sat down, leaning back with an air of calm authority that made my irritation spike.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"Keeping you company," he said simply.

"Why?"

"Because I can," he replied, a small smirk playing on his lips.

I opened my mouth to argue, but he held up a hand to stop me.

"Anaya," he said, his tone softer now, "I know I've been... a lot lately. But I can't help it. I've spent so much time keeping my distance, pretending I don't care, that now, when I finally have you, I don't want to let go. Even if it means being... needy, as you like to call it."

I blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

"Rudra," I began cautiously, "I get that you're trying to make up for lost time or whatever, but I really need you to back off right now. I can't handle everything at once—this project, the exams, Kunal's drama... and you."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk as he fixed me with an intense stare. "And that's exactly why I'm here. To make it easier for you."

"How?" I asked incredulously. "By hovering over me and adding more pressure?"

"By reminding you that you're not alone in this," he said firmly. "Whatever you're going through, I'm here. Whether you like it or not."

I stared at him, torn between wanting to shove him out the door and feeling an odd sense of comfort in his presence. He was infuriating, yes, but he was also... sincere.

"Fine," I said finally, leaning back in my chair. "You can stay. But only if you promise not to interrupt me."

His lips twitched into a satisfied smile. "Deal."

As I turned back to my notes, I felt his gaze lingering on me. It was distracting, but I didn't tell him to stop. For all his flaws, Rudra had a way of making me feel like the center of his world. And maybe, just maybe, that wasn't such a bad thing after all.

To be continued....