zeal of his love

My Sweetheart

hello again, my readers, here's the next one, Vansh's POV this time

Because I love you all

Vansh's POV:

" Mrs. Vansh Rai Singhania, these words were all I could understand, all I could feel, all I could hear, as my petite wife dragged me with her to god knows where. The way she addressed herself by my name, it just hit me hard. She stirs something in me that none is capable of. She is both, my piece and my tormentor.

As we descended the staircase, I realized she was taking us toward our room. I watched in amusement as she headed down the stairs, the staff working all were staring at her wide-eyed probably debating whether they should be scared of her more now, as she is ruling over the monster they all fear to their core.

I'm no hero. I don't have or need salvation or redemption either. There is nothing in this world that I haven't worked for or had parts of my soul removed to get. My heart and mind had always been too disturbed to enjoy any peace.

This is the harsh reality that I accepted a long time ago. But then Riddhima entered my life. I still remember the day far too fresh to fade away ever.

flashback:

My beach party, the day I she like a perfect angel descended into my dark abode filling me with making my dream. The dream that I decided to turn into reality.

As I entered, the angel had her back to me. ignoring her I was ready to move but I just wanted to see. The little stars of her black suit were adding to the charm, commanding me to stop. And as usual, I screwed up, the only way I know, my anger.

"What the hell", I screeched.

As she turned, the candle burned the path between us. The perfect way to describe me.

"Vansh Rai Singhania ki party hai. Aany se phele se check kar leti ki disorganized log or chize dono se sakth chid hai mujhe",

my swag was on full mode. Expecting her to be submissive like others.

"I'm sorry sir par aap please point out krengy yha par disorganized kya hai",

she asked in a not so innocent voice, definitely exasperated.

"ye phool," I nod towards the decorated flowers, "har wo phool jo safed nahi hai vo akele hai. Safed rang may hi asli grace hai."

Her eyebrows scrunched,

"Beg to differ, sir, safed rang may akela pan hai mausi hai. Jo shayad aap na dekh paty ho par mujhe wo dikhai deta hai. Aur yha kon hai jise decorations pasnad nahi hai?"

"Mein", I replied, at this point very much irate with her.

"well mujhe bhi ek chiz hai jo bilkul pasand nahi ara. Jise badlne ki bhut jrurat hai", she replied with a smirk.

" kya?"

"apka tone."

My eyes went wide for a fraction of a second. I was both angry and amused. Finally, I found someone confident enough who can stare back at me. Her cute eyes filled with innocence, and I knew she had no idea whom she was talking to.

"well jo tumhe pasand nahi hai vo tumhari problem hai."

"Exactly," she said with a little mischievous glint in her eyes, as she found a way to defeat me" Jo apko pasand nahi hai vo apki problem hai. Aur vaise bhi yeh decorations na sabko pasand hai. Toh aap Khushi Khushi sulagty rahiye."