Happy
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Morning sunlight filtered weakly through the tall, iron-barred windows of the orphanage, but for once, the place didn’t feel suffocating.
Because Abhay was smiling.
Not loudly.
Not openly.
But it was there—soft, real, and entirely because of Rudra.
Abhay sat cross-legged on the floor of Rudra’s office, a book open in front of him. He wasn’t reading it. Instead, he was sketching in the margins—small, careful drawings only someone patient enough would notice. His world was quiet, always had been… but with Rudra, it didn’t feel empty anymore.
Because Rudra understood silence.
“You’re ignoring the story again,”
Rudra’s deep voice came from behind the desk.
Abhay : I am bored
Abhay looked up instantly. And said with a cute pout .
Rudra leaned back in his chair, watching him with that faint, knowing smirk. “That book has words, you know.”
Abhay’s lips curved slightly. He said
“No, This is better.”
Rudra glanced at it, then huffed out a quiet laugh. “Of course it is.”
There was no pressure.
No forcing.
Rudra never forced
And that was exactly why Abhay only spoke—to him.
Softly. Rarely. Carefully.
To the rest of the world, Abhay was silent.
But here… with Rudra… he existed.
---
Days passed like that—peaceful in their own quiet rhythm.
One day Abhay was sitting beside Rudra alone in his room and Spoke very quitely ,
Abhay : You know.... before every... everything fell apart my family used to love me , everyone...mumma ...papa aunty and .... specially my bhaiyas ....they all used to say that no matter what happens they all love me because I am the youngest and their life ...but they didn't...they left me ...they left me here to get tortured and ....to die. ..... You.. know..I used to love..All of them very much...but now . .....I don't know if I do , tell me na am I wrong .
By the end of the sentence Abhay was crying loudly...
Rudra didn't wasted any more time he went and made Abhay sit on his lap and hugged him tightly, he kissed his head and spoke .
Rudra : you know Abhay baby .. people change fast one day you mean everything to them another it's like you don't exist , not because you were wrong or difficult,it's just they never loved you enough to stay ....I will not say I know how it feels or things will get better, because I know they would not , but what you can do is that baby be happy...try to live your life as you want , If they don't love you , than always remember I love you enough for all of them . Understood baby .
Abhay : yess...I..am sorry... for destroying your shirt...
Abhay said Embarrassed seeing Lines on Rudra's crisp white shirt which now has a wet patch of tears stains .
Rudra ; It's fine baccha sleep anything for my baby . This is nothing baby you can kill me and I will still say thanku..
Abhay: (with tears in his eyes) don't say that ...I can't lose you...never ..
Rudra : Ofcourse baby how can you stay away from me ...hmm mera baccha...so jau abb hnn
Saying this Rudra settled Abhay into his lap comfortably, and started patting his back and head so that he can sleep.
The next morning Abhay woke and saw Rudra Looking at him , he smiled huge and Slowly kissed Rudra's Cheek making Rudra red like a tomato and ran from there....
Rudra yelled from behind
Rudra : haa...Don't fall Abhay ....
After that day things changed pretty fast ...in the next 6 months
Abhay followed Rudra everywhere when he could. If Rudra was working, Abhay sat nearby. If Rudra was on calls, Abhay listened. If Rudra was silent, Abhay simply stayed.
During Nights Rudra will comeback and sleep with his baby ...and Abhay well we can say he cannot sleep without Rudra's Possesive embrace and ...
That was enough.
Until one day… it wasn’t.
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The orphanage gates creaked open with a harsh metallic sound that didn’t belong to this place of quiet survival.
A black car rolled in.
The caretakers exchanged uneasy glances.
Because they knew.
This wasn’t normal.
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Abhay was in the courtyard, sitting beside a small plant he had been taking care of for weeks , given by Rudra . His fingers gently brushed the leaves, his expression calm—
—until the atmosphere shifted.
Heavy footsteps.
Voices.
Unfamiliar.
He stilled.
Slowly, Abhay looked up.
And froze.
Two figures stood at the entrance.
Older. Sharper. Colder.
But unmistakable.
Shivam.
Shivansh.
For a moment, time didn’t move.
Abhay’s fingers curled slightly into the soil.
His brothers.
All the memories Came crashing down onto him the Death of their parents to blame and the unmistakable torture he went through,he didn't Speak he couldn't,but his knuckles turned white due to clenching his fists so hard .
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Inside, Meera spoke gently, trying to keep things steady.
“Abhay,” she said softly, “they’ve come to take you home.”
Home.
The word felt… wrong.
Abhay didn’t react.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
His eyes stayed fixed on them—but there was no recognition in the way a child should have.
Only distance.
---
Shivam frowned slightly. “What’s with him?”
Shivansh crossed his arms, his gaze sharp, almost assessing. “He’s acting.”
Abhay’s expression didn’t change.
Not even a flicker.
---
“He doesn’t talk much,” meera added carefully.
Much.
Not never.
Because Rudra had been very clear—
No one needed to know.
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Before anything else could be said, another caretaker approached Abhay, holding out a small box.
“This is for you,” she said gently.
Abhay blinked, confused.
She placed it in his hands and opened it.
A phone.
Brand new.
Abhay’s fingers tightened slightly around it.
“He said to give it to you,” she added quietly.
No name.
But Abhay knew.
Rudra.
His chest tightened just a little.
---
Miles away, Rudra’s instructions echoed through that simple gesture.
A way to reach him.
A way to not be alone.
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“Come on,” Shivam said, impatience slipping into his tone. “We don’t have all day.”
Abhay didn’t move.
Shivansh stepped forward, his voice colder. “You heard him.”
Still nothing.
---
For a brief second, something strange passed between them.
Because this wasn’t the Abhay they remembered.
Not the one who laughed.
Not the one who ran after them.
Not the one who spoke.
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Shivam’s brows furrowed. “Why is he so quiet?”
Shivansh didn’t answer immediately.
Shivansh: Probably just Wanting to get attention, like the attention seeking person he is from childhood to now , guess somethings never change .
He added sharply but then too
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Something about this felt… off.
But instead of questioning it—
He dismissed it.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said flatly. “He’ll adjust.”
---
The caretaker gently placed a hand on Abhay’s shoulder. “Go with them, beta.”
Abhay’s grip tightened around the phone.
His only anchor.
His only connection.
His only voice.
---
Slowly…
He stood up.
No resistance.
No words.
No expression.
Just quiet obedience.
---
As he walked past them, Shivam hesitated for a second.
“…You’re not even going to say anything?”
Silence.
---
Shivansh let out a dry scoff. “Leave it. Drama doesn’t suit him.”
But as they turned to leave—
Abhay glanced back.
Just once.
At the orphanage.
At the empty space where Rudra should have been.
---
His fingers pressed tighter around the phone.
---
Because for the first time since he found peace…
He was being taken away from it.
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And this time—
He didn’t even have his voice to fight back.
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