zeal of his love

Riddhima wavered???

hey guys,

I'm back with the next one,(As per the request of one of my readers, all the hindi dialogues will have English translation right adjacent to them. Hopefully it won't be inconvenient.)

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AUTHOR'S POV:

Riddhima shuddered seeing Vansh's eyes brimming with lust and desire.

"Soch samajh kar bolo sweetheart"(speak wisely sweetheart),

he said deliberately closing his eyes.

"huh..Matlab??"(What do you mean??),

Riddhima asked being confused, what exactly did he mean?. She just asked him to sleep on the bed as small size couch would definitely be uncomfortable considering his bhurj khalifa height. She was worried he would hurt himself even more and being the through gentleman he is he would never voice out his discomfort, that much she understood about him till now. But his words confused her to core. Only if she knew what was going through that sharp mind of this crazy man who is crazy for her, only her.

Vansh mentally slapped his forehead smirking at the thought, how innocent his wife is. But next instant his face hardened as darkness swarmed in his eyes at the thought of his sweetheart being used by someone.

No, he will not let that happen, never. He will protect her at every cost. No one, absolutely no one can take advantage of his sweetheart, he would always be behind her like a shield.

While he was lost in his own world, the lines of confusion on Riddhima's forehead creased deeper at the nano second changes of expressions she observed in the eyes and on the face of her husband.

Is a human actually capable of changing so many emotions in that meager time frame? For a second she was sure to feel desire in them as her own body grew hot under his penetrating gaze, he didn't even touch me and my heart is already in my mouth as redness flushed her cheeks resembling her of a tomato. But the next second it was as if he was ready to tear the entire world apart and now it was, like a promise he intend to keep forever??.

Shaking her head she looked down that's when her eyes went towards his bleeding hand and every other flew out of the window.

Vansh was still staring at Riddhima when she took a step towards him, holding his hand right hand she ducked under it and rounded it over her right shoulder, she held it lightly by the wrist with her right hand while hesitatingly snaked her left hand around his waist and helped towards their room.

She was irked by the awkward silence but for now she let it slide. Her main concern was his wound. Vansh was lost in his sweetheart, while Riddhima was determinedly staring in the front. She can feel his eyes on her, but she didn't have the courage to face him. The gaze was this man always ends up leaving her winded.

This foreign feeling, this tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach is so unsettling for and she ends up with thoughts she never had before, thoughts she won't like to share or can say too embarrassed to share.

They were almost at the bottom of the staircase when she have had enough, stopping at the last step she closed her eyes and exhaled deeply and looked up at him only to regret it enormously.

Their eyes locked,

Charcoal black met dark brown, and they were lost. No care of the world, she just got lost in his charcoal deep as volcano of emotions erupted in them.

"janti ho na sweetheart ki mera hath injured hua hai, legs nahi. Khud chal sakta hu may"(You do realize, I only injured my hand, legs are fine to walk on my own?),