Page 233 of One Hellish Love

As they entered the living room, a large bouquet of flowers rested on the center table, caught their attention. Kashish picked it up, reading the attached note, and smiled.

“It’s from Suman,” she said, “Wishing us on our wedding.”

Rudra raised an eyebrow, surprised, but not completely. He knew Suman wasn’t a bad person—she just didn’t love him enough to consider the risks of trying to win him over. No one could love him the way Kashish did. This woman, standing by his side, had embraced not only his strengths but also his deepest flaws.

His phone rang, breaking the moment.

“It’s Jay,” he mouthed to Kashish before answering. After a brief conversation, Rudra hung up with a satisfied smile.

“What did Jay say?” Kashish asked, setting the bouquet down.

Rudra grabbed the TV remote and turned on the news. To Kashish’s astonishment, their wedding was being broadcast all over the channels.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, covering her mouth in surprise.

“I asked Jay to make it public,” Rudra said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “Everyone should know you’re mine now.”

Her heart raced as she saw their wedding photos flashing across the screen. This was a new experience for her. She had always lived a simple life, and now her face was being splashed across every channel. But this was part of being married to a business tycoon.

She stood there, nervously watching the news. While some channels celebrated their union, others had dug up their past, questioning how a woman could marry her father’s so-called “murderer” sparking debates among the anchors.

Kashish abruptly switched off the television.

“What nonsense!” she snapped, furious. “They have no idea what they’re talking about. How can they make a spectacle out of our personal choices?”

“That’s what the media sometimes does, Kashish,” Rudra said, trying to calm her down. “We don’t need to let it bother us.”

But Kashish’s mood soured. Rudra could sense her distress. He had expected her to be excited about their wedding news going public, but he hadn’t accounted for the negative backlash.

“Rudra,” Kashish whispered, her eyes locking onto his.

“Yes?” he responded, gently playing with a strand of her hair.

“I think people should know the truth.”

“What truth?” he asked, though he already had an inkling.

“The truth about my father’s death,” she clarified. “I can’t stand them accusing you of something that wasn’t fully your fault. They need to know about the suicide note.”

Rudra froze.

“They need to know it,” Kashish insisted. “It may not change anything now, but at least it will stop them from blaming you.”

“Kashish...” he started, but she cut him off.

“You’ve already paid the price, but people need to understand. They’ll keep quiet once they know the full story.”

“It won’t make them quiet, Kashish,” Rudra snapped. “They’ll just turn their venom on you. They’ll dig into your father’s actions, and blame you for it. You really want that?”

“I don’t care,” she said firmly.

“But I do!” His voice roughened. “I can’t stand the thought of them throwing dirt on your name. It would destroy me. Do you want that? Do you want me to hurt because of you?”

Kashish’s heart clenched. She cupped his face, feeling the immense love this man had for her, always prioritizing her well-being over his own.

“Why do you love me so much?” she murmured, resting her forehead against his.

“Because you’re worth it,” he whispered back.

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