His Solace Ch. 5 Rain that belonged to her

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Samruddhi~~

The evening had grown heavy with the silence of a mansion too vast, too polished, too lonely. Chandeliers glittered but felt cold, walls echoed faintly with the sound of footsteps long gone, and behind one of the tall arched windows sat Samruddhi, her chin resting in her palm, her gaze lost in the horizon. Her room was drenched in muted gold from the lamps, but her eyes weren’t on the lights—they were on the clouds gathering like a stormy orchestra above the estate. And somewhere in her thoughts, as always, lurked him. The man who had dared to invade her calm, unsettled her with his sharp glances and colder silences. Khadoos. That was the only word that came to her mind whenever she thought of Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh. Stoic, unreadable, impossibly arrogant. And yet… annoyingly unforgettable.

The rumble began softly, like the earth whispering a secret, before it grew into a roar that shook the skies. The clouds had gathered like an army, dark and heavy, and their arrival was announced in thunder’s deep voice. Samruddhi stilled at her window, her breath catching as her heart leapt. Rain.

The very sound of it was enough to sweep away every thought that had been pressing on her. The moment was hers, and the pull was too irresistible. A small smile curved her lips, brightening into a grin as she leaned closer, catching sight of the first drops sliding down glass panes. Outside, a group of children had already burst onto the street, their laughter chasing the thunder, their little arms stretched wide to welcome the rain.

Samruddhi’s heart swelled. For a second, she was a little girl again—barefoot, hair flying, chasing raindrops without care. Mischief flickered in her eyes. She didn’t need to think twice. Turning sharply, she darted away from the window. The silk of her dress swished against her ankles as she slipped out of her room, nearly stumbling in her eagerness. She flew down the grand staircase, her laughter echoing faintly through the hall as servants glanced up in surprise, only to see her rush past like a streak of joy.

The heavy front doors gave way under her push, and the cool scent of rain-washed air greeted her instantly. She stepped out just as the drizzle thickened, cold drops tapping her cheeks like playful fingers.

Samruddhi slowed her pace as she approached them, though her lips curved in a mischievous smile, her gaze sparkling with a challenge.

children

“Samruddhi didi!!” The children spotted her, their voices rising in a chorus of excitement. They came running, their feet splashing in shallow puddles, their eyes alight with adoration.

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

“So…” she tilted her head, hands resting lightly on her waist, “dance?”

Ripple of giggles swept through the little crowd, and one of the younger boys, eager and uninhibited, raised his voice and began to sing, his voice shrill but spirited—

Samruddhi burst into laughter, clapping her hands to the beat, and without hesitation, she spun in the rain. Her feet splashed against the wet ground, skirts twirling as droplets soaked into fabric and hair alike. She sang with them, her voice soft yet full of joy, joining the children in their rain-soaked chorus.

For those precious moments, the world faded. No grandeur of her family name, no weight of expectations, no watchful eyes of society. Just the sky above, the earth beneath, and the rain weaving magic around them. Samruddhi danced freely, her heart echoing with the thunder, her laughter brighter than lightning itself.

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that's how I imagine her

Yuvraj~~

The day had been merciless. For the King, every hour had bled into the next—meetings piled upon meetings, courtiers and politicians with their endless petitions, businessmen with their demands, and ministers testing the thin line of his patience. The crown upon his head was invisible, but the weight was iron-heavy, pressing into his very bones. By the time he finally stepped out of the last gilded hall, the palace lights glowing faintly golden behind him, he could feel exhaustion wrapping around him like chains.

And yet, as he slid into the backseat of his car, letting the plush leather embrace his weary frame, his lips curved into a smile. The kind of smile that belonged not to a king, but to a man completely, utterly undone by one thought, one memory, one voice.

Her. His storm. His goddess.

The memory came unbidden—her sharp, sassy words, the fire in her tone that had burned into him like sacred flame:

memory~~

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

“Agar aurat Devi Parvati hai toh voh Devi Kali bhi hai… dikhao mera raudra roop!?” ("If a woman can be Devi Parvati, she can also be Devi Kali… Do you want me to show you my wrathful form?")

memory end~~

Those words. They hadn’t just been a statement; they had been a declaration, a warning wrapped in silk, daring him, challenging him. Every syllable had been a whip, every glance a spark, and yet, instead of angering him, it had shackled him tighter. She wasn’t just a woman. She was the embodiment of every goddess his ancestors had ever bowed to—Parvati’s grace, Lakshmi’s charm, Saraswati’s wisdom, and Kali’s untamed, feral fire.

And he… the King of an empire… had bowed to her without even realizing it. Only to her. After his mother. To her.

He pressed his head against the seat’s leather, closing his eyes. His heart, tired from power and politics, found solace only in the thought of her. His storm. His little storm.

But then— A sound. Soft at first, carried through the night air—the delicate lilt of a voice, sweet and addicting, playful as a raindrop slipping down one’s skin. It brushed against him, threading into his ears, curling around his heart. He frowned, straightening, for that voice—

He knew that voice. Or rather, he knew the feeling it carried. His chest tightened, his heartbeat stumbled into a rhythm that wasn’t his own. He had felt this once before, long ago, in a fleeting moment when her presence had brushed past him, when he had heard her but had not seen her. That same pull now returned, merciless in its strength, stripping him of kingly composure and leaving only the man—the obsessed, lovesick, restless man.

Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh-ML

“Stop the car.” His command cut through the silence like a blade.

Ml's Driver

The driver startled but obeyed instantly, the vehicle easing to a halt on the rain-slick street

Yuvraj’s hand clenched around the edge of the window as he lowered it slowly, breath caught between his teeth. And then— He froze.

The sight hit him harder than any thunder. There she was. His goddess. His storm.

Standing barefoot in the rain, skirts damp and clinging to her like the monsoon claimed the earth, her hair spilling wild and dark down her back. Around her, children circled, laughing, their tiny voices raised in song as she twirled among them, her hands lifted, her smile radiant enough to shame the lightning itself. Her lips curved as she joined them, singing, her voice rising above the children’s chorus—soft, melodic, devastating. Her laughter was honey, dripping into his veins, addicting him further with each sound.

Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh-ML

Yuvraj could not breathe.

His world, his empire, his kingdom—all of it ceased to exist in that moment. The rain washed away his crown, his burdens, his responsibilities, until there was nothing left but him and her.

children

Samruddhi di!!! That song! Sing please!!!

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Please please please

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

Okay okay

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

*she shook his head as she sat on her knees infront of the kids and mischeviously pulls them towards her as she started to sing*

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

Na re, na re, na re, na re Na-na-na re, na re, na re, na re Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re Barso re, megha-megha, barso re, megha-megha Barso re, megha, barso Barso re, megha-megha, barso re, megha-megha Barso re, megha, barso Meetha hai, kosa hai, baarish ka bosa hai Kosa hai, kosa hai, baarish ka bosa hai Meetha hai, kosa hai, baarish ka bosa hai Kosa hai, kosa hai, baarish ka bosa hai Jal, jal, jal, jal, jal Jal-thal, jal-thal Chal, chal, chal, chal, chal, chal Chal, chal, bahta chal Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

She stood up and started to dance gracefully with the kids following her steps

But inside, Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh was far from still. His pulse thundered louder than the clouds, his veins carrying fire where there should have been blood. His hand rested frozen on the window frame, his body drawn taut like a bowstring as his eyes drank in the sight outside.

Her voice carried through the rain like a melody woven of honey and lightning—sweet and sharp, playful yet commanding. The children around her clapped their hands, their little feet stamping in rhythm, their faces lit with joy as though they followed their own rain goddess. And wasn’t she just that?

He children copied her every move. When she twirled, they twirled. When she lifted her hands, they lifted theirs. When she laughed, they broke into ripples of giggles, echoing her sound like a chorus of devotion. But to him, she wasn’t simply leading them. She was owning them.

Watched the way her hair, damp and wild, stuck to her glowing cheeks, droplets rolling down her neck like tiny jewels. Her skirts clung to her shape as she spun, catching the rain, spreading in arcs that made her look like a celestial being. Even soaked to the bone, she carried herself like a queen. He swallowed hard, eyes darkening.

He couldn’t hear the children’s song anymore. He couldn’t hear the city, the thunder, or the whisper of rain on rooftops. All he heard was her voice—her laughter, her singing, her every note curling into him like poison he would willingly drink forever. His goddess was laughing, singing, and dancing in the rain. And he was hypnotized.

Every movement of hers was a chain around him, binding him tighter. When she twirled, his heart spun with her. When her anklets jingled faintly in the puddles, it struck like a command in his bones. The sway of her steps, the tilt of her head, the sparkle in her eyes—he memorized it all with the hunger of a starving man. He leaned forward unconsciously, as if proximity might grant him ownership, as if the car’s glass wasn’t an unworthy barrier between him and divinity. His breath fogged the window, but he didn’t care. His gaze was fixed, ravenous, unblinking.

Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh-ML

“They may watch you, they may dream of you… but only I kneel. Only I, the king who never bowed, will worship the ground you walk upon.”he whispered, voice thick, almost reverent.

His own words startled him, low and hoarse, but the truth of them burned in his chest. He was the King, used to bending the world to his will, yet here he sat, powerless. Hypnotized. Whipped. Obsessive.

Because every drop of rain that touched her skin, he wanted to claim it. Every note she sang, he wanted it sung for him. Every laugh she gifted to the children, he wanted hoarded, locked, spilling only for him.

The sight of her spinning, drenched and free, had ruined him. He felt stripped bare, robbed of pride, of composure, of sanity. A man of empires, yet helpless before a girl with anklets and laughter. The children shouted her name—“Samruddhi didi! Samruddhi didi!”—their voices like a hymn. And Yuvraj, watching from the shadows of his car, clenched his fists as though to still the storm raging inside him.

Yuvraj froze. His storm had a name.

The silence swallowed him again, but it was no longer the silence of solitude. It was the silence of obsession.

He had never seen beauty so alive. Never witnessed grace so untamed. And though the empire awaited him, though crowns and thrones demanded his presence, in that moment, Yuvraj knew—his universe had shrunk to a single figure dancing barefoot in the rain, followed by children who had already crowned her their queen.

And he— The King— Sat enthralled, hypnotized, ruined… worshiping her through glass.

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

Samruddhi~~

The children’s laughter rose like a song of its own, blending with the patter of rain and the hum of her voice. Samruddhi twirled lightly, skirts heavy but not burdening her, damp hair sticking to her cheek as droplets dripped past her jaw. She laughed and clapped her hands, guiding the little ones, her steps quick, playful, mischievous. They followed her faithfully, her little army, their feet slapping puddles, their voices bright and off-key. Every time she spun, they tried to mimic her. Every time she clapped, they clapped louder. She felt their joy in her bones, and it lit her up from within

For Samruddhi, the rain was freedom. It washed away the heaviness of gilded walls, softened the sternness of her family name, stripped her of titles and expectations until all that remained was a girl—carefree, young, alive. And in the middle of that laughter, that dance, that rain-soaked chaos, a shiver slipped down her spine. It wasn’t the cold.

Her steps faltered just slightly, though she kept her smile intact for the children. Something—no, someone—was watching her. She didn’t know how she knew, but the weight of that gaze pressed against her skin more surely than the rain itself. It wasn’t the casual glance of passersby. This felt different. Intense. Piercing. She straightened, twirling again to mask her sudden awareness, but her eyes darted quickly, searching. For a heartbeat, she thought she caught it—a dark shadow in the sleek car parked just a little away, windows half-dimmed, a glint of eyes burning through the glass. Her heart skipped.

Before she could linger on it, before she could confirm whether it was her imagination or not—

Reyansh Oberoi-Fl's brother 1

“Samru...”

Her eldest brother’s voice cut through the downpour, warm and stern all at once. Reyansh stood there, tall as always, a protective wall of presence with an umbrella angled over his head. In his other hand, he carried a jacket, which he wasted no time settling over her drenched shoulders.

Reyansh Oberoi-Fl's brother 1

“Bas. Enough of your nautanki,” he said softly, though his eyes betrayed the faintest curve of amusement.

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

Samruddhi chuckled, caught in the act, and tilted her head cheekily at him. “But bhaiya, I was just—”

Reyansh Oberoi-Fl's brother 1

“Just catching a fever, hmm?” He arched a brow, but his tone was already slipping into indulgence.

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

She giggled again, then turned back to the children, who were still bouncing on their toes, waiting for her lead. “Go, go, keep dancing! Samruddhi didi will join you tomorrow!” She raised her hand and waved, her smile radiant despite the shiver that still lingered from that unseen gaze.

children

The children squealed and waved back before dispersing, splashing their way down the street.

Reyansh guided her firmly, umbrella shielding her, his jacket snug around her small frame. She let herself be led, still smiling, still humming under her breath, her heart unsettled but her face bright. She glanced once, just once, over her shoulder at that parked car—but it was only rain-smeared glass and shadows now. Inside the Oberoi mansion, warmth enveloped her instantly, though it did not save her from what came next.

Kamini Oberoi- FL's mother

“Samruddhi!” Her mother’s voice rang through the hall like thunder. Kamini Oberoi stood there, hands on her hips, eyes wide with exasperation as she took in the sight of her youngest daughter dripping puddles on the marble floor.

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

"Mar gayi" *She muttered under her breath making Reyansh chuckle a bit as she looks up at her mother and gave a sweet polite smile.* ("I'm dead")

Kamini Oberoi- FL's mother

“Look at you!” Kamini scolded, rushing forward, her dupatta flying behind her. “All wet, soaked like some street child—do you have no sense? You’ll fall sick, and then what? Entire household upside down because of your madness!”

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

Samruddhi bit her lip to contain her laugh, her lashes lowering as she nodded guiltily. “Sorry, Ma,” she murmured, though the mischievous sparkle in her eyes betrayed her contrition.

Behind Kamini, her father, Rajveer Oberoi, had already pressed his hand discreetly against his mouth to hide his chuckle. Her three brothers stood like soldiers on either side—Reyansh, Aryansh, and Ranvijay—faces schooled into seriousness but their eyes betraying the same battle against laughter.

Aryansh Oberoi - FL's second brother

Aryansh muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Ranvijay to hear, “Little mischief indeed.”

Ranvijay Oberoi- FL's third brother

Ranvijay elbowed him lightly, both suppressing grins.

Kamini Oberoi- FL's mother

Kamini, however, was in no mood for conspiracies. She marched around Samruddhi, fussing, scolding, wringing her hands as if rain itself were a crime. “And look at your hair! Your clothes! Who will dry all this now? Do you think this is a joke, Samruddhi? You are the daughter of this house, not—”

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

“Not a goddess of the rain?” Samruddhi cut in softly, lips curved in a tiny, guilty smile.

Her brothers turned their faces away, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Rajveer coughed deliberately, failing to hide the warmth in his eyes.

Kamini gasped at her cheek, ready to scold further, but Samruddhi tilted her head, flashing that innocent, irresistible smile that always melted her family no matter how hard they tried.

Samruddhi Oberoi - FL

“Ma,” she said sweetly, “don’t be angry. The rain just… it called me.”

Kamini Oberoi- FL's mother

Kamini sighed, defeated, though she shook her head with dramatic disapproval. “One day, Samruddhi, your stubbornness will—”

her words were drowned out by her daughter’s soft giggle, the sound as gentle and mischievous as the rain outside. Samruddhi stood there, dripping water onto the marble, scolded by her mother, adored by her father, indulged by her brothers. A storm within the Oberoi mansion—bright, restless, untamed.

And though she smiled and played the part of the guilty daughter, a tiny thought lingered at the back of her mind.

That gaze. She had felt it. Burning, watching. And somewhere out there in the rain, someone had seen her not as a scolded child, not as a wayward daughter, but as something else entirely. Something intense.....worshiped?

Yuvraj~~~ And in that rain, the King still waited. Yuvraj did not move. The car had not stirred since she had disappeared into the mansion, but his body was alive with restless fire. His hands gripped the leather seat so tightly the skin of his knuckles had gone white. She was gone.

Swept away, hidden behind tall doors, stolen by protective arms that weren’t his. He had watched her laugh as her brother placed a jacket on her shoulders. Watched her smile and wave at the children as though she belonged wholly to them. Watched her vanish into the warmth of a home where she was adored, treasured, and protected. And he… he was left out here, in the shadows, in the rain, devouring glimpses like a starving man denied a feast.

The storm had ended for her. But for him, it had only just begun. His breath came slow, ragged. The imprint of her voice still rang in his ears, the echo of her dance still swirled before his eyes. He could not escape it. She was everywhere—in the raindrops on his window, in the thunder that rumbled above, in the tightness that clenched his chest. She had smiled at others. She had sung for children. She had danced for the sky. But he wanted it all. For himself.

Her laughter, her song, her steps—every shard of her joy, every glimmer of her mischief. He wanted to hoard it, steal it, lock it away in the chambers of his heart where no one else could touch her. The car window blurred with rain, smearing away the last sight of her. Still he stared, as if he could carve her outline from memory onto the glass. His goddess, pulled away from him yet again. His storm, slipping through his grasp. And he, the King of an empire, sat defeated by a single girl who hadn’t even looked his way.

Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh-ML

“My Devi,” he whispered into the silence, voice trembling with possession and ache, “how long will you make me wait?” ("My goddess")

The driver shifted nervously in the front seat, sensing the heavy silence but not daring to speak.

Yuvraj leaned back, his eyes burning holes into the mansion’s closed gates. The image of her wet smile, her giggle as her mother scolded, her brothers struggling not to laugh—those images replayed, each one tightening his chest until it was nearly unbearable. The rain outside was merciless, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him.

Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh-ML

She had vanished. Again. But not for long.

This, he swore silently to himself, this separation would not last. He had seen her. Truly seen her. The goddess, the storm, the obsession he had been starving for. And Yuvraj Singh Rajvansh was not a man who let what was his slip away. Not again.

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