All Chapters of Their Unsparing Destiny : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Then he picked her up in his arms and walked out of the doctor's cabin while she kept looking at his face as if she wanted to ask something but restraining herself. He knew it so first he straightly walked to their car and settled her inside on the passenger door. Then he patted her head gently and then stood straight. "Aap yahi'n rukiye main abhi aata hoon." He said and she immediately tried to come out of the car. (Translation: You stay here, I'll come right away.) "N-Nahi aap kahan jaa rahe hain?" She questioned desperately holding his hand. (Translation: N-No where are you going?) "Kahin nahi bacche. Main bas aap ko dawai lene jaa raha hoon. Bahar bohot dhoop hai isliye aap yahi par baith jaiye." He said showing her the paper which the doctor gave him. (Translation: Nowhere, kiddo. I'm just going to get your medicine. It's very sunny outside, so please sit right here.) "N-Nahi hum bhi chalenge." She said stubbornly and he sighed. (Translation: N-No I'll come too.)

A few days later, late afternoon sunlight spread across the haveli gardens. Golden. Warm. Quiet. The fountains flowed softly in the background while wind stirred through the trees, carrying the faint scent of wet soil and flowers. Ryker sat beneath the shaded gazebo near the garden pathway. Laptop open. Files scattered beside him. Phone resting near his elbow. Focused. Entirely occupied with work. His expression remained the same as always- Cold. Unreadable. Detached. A man impossible to disturb. Or so people thought. He was working there because doing her own studies and she always gets distracted with him being around. How? Whenever he's around she couldn't stop staring at him as if she was admiring him and he himself had noticed her staring at him most of the time. It's not like he have a problem or something but when she looks at him like that- with the eyes full of innocence. He feels something deep inside him stirring. He feels flustered as well as honorable, he just feels

He didn't answer her. Not even a glance. Not even acknowledgment. And somehow that silence felt worse than rejection. Then without another word he drove the car forward. Inaayat sat quietly beside him. Hands folded in her lap. Trying to hide the small relief still settling inside her chest. But every now and then her eyes shifted toward the window. And a tiny smile threatened to appear. Because he came back. He didn't leave her behind and she didn't fully understand why that mattered so much, only that it did. Very deeply. She giggled lightly which gained his attention. Urvashi was busy scrolling through her phone now. Inaayat covered her mouth because no matter how much she tried to stiffle it, she giggled loudly. Ryker's lips twitched to form into a smile but he controlled his expressions. ___________ The market was overflowing with light. Bright stores. Decorations hanging above the streets. Wedding music echoed faintly from nearby shops to attract customers as it was the wed

The shopping bags rustled softly in his hands as they stepped out of the store. The evening had deepened while they were inside. Golden sunlight was fading slowly into orange. The market lights had begun coming alive one by one. Strings of decorative bulbs glowed above the streets. Shops shone brightly. People moved around carrying bags and laughing with their families. Everything felt busy. Alive. Festive. Yet between Ryker and Inaayat, silence walked comfortably beside them. Not awkward. Not forced. Just... familiar. A few steps ahead Urvashi had already walked toward the car. Perhaps too eager to leave. Perhaps too eager to put some distance between herself and Ryker after what had happened inside. She opened the trunk. Started placing her shopping bags inside. Focused entirely on that task. Not paying attention to them anymore. Meanwhile, Inaayat continued walking beside Ryker quietly. Her hand wrapped carefully around his arm which was carrying shopping bags, she had insi

Finally, she looked toward the cashier nervously. Then at the notes in her hands. Then at Ryker. Then at the notes again. Very carefully, hesitantly she spoke. "Kitne hue?" She asked the cashier. (Translation: How much?) The cashier repeated the amount politely. Immediately her expression became intensely serious. She moved toward a small empty section of the counter. Placed the notes down. And began counting. One by one. Slowly. Carefully. Fully concentrated. As if handling treasure. The cashier waited patiently. The salesman watched with amusement. Ryker stood beside her silently. Every note was checked, twice. Straightened. Counted again. Then recounted. Then separated. Then counted one more time just to be sure. Just like Nancy and Arjun had taught her. Several minutes later, she finally turned toward Ryker. Holding the stack. Concern written all over her face. "Yeh theek hai ji?" She asked carefully. (Translation: Is it correct?) "Hm." He just hummed still not t