zeal of his love

A BETTER TOMORROW

Hey guys,

I'M BACK WITH NEXT ONE

ENJOY:



RIDDHIMA"S POV:


"nasha utar gya sweetheart ya aur beheki beheki baaty karni hai?",

(Sober now or still want to talk nonsense with me?)

Riddhima narrowed her eyes as these words left Vansh. Beheki baaty??, the nerve of this man. Scrunching her face in the ugliest scowl she pushed him off her, standing up she screamed,

"Beheki beheki baaty? tum aisa bol bhi kaise sakty ho Vansh? Maza arha hai tumhe mujhe dard dekar?",

(Nonsense? How can you even talk like this? Are you having fun in giving me pain? )

"Mera who matlab nahi tha Riddhima",

(I didn't mean that Riddhima)

Vansh tried to hold her shoulders when she removed his hands in anger,

"Toh kya matlab tha tumhara, ha? Nahi tum yahi kehna chahty ho ki mai pagal hu right?",

(Then what the hell did you mean? you're just outright calling me crazy)

Riddhima choked as a lump formed in her throat, unable to stop herself she started to sob.

"Riddhima mujhe bolne toh do",

(Riddhima at least listen to me)

Vansh was perplexed, unable to point out the feelings brewing in his heart, he was supposed to be angry or upset but the agitation of Riddhima because of his absence of giving him an unknown peace. He so wanted to trust her and be with her but the VR in him was forcing him to view this as deceit. And here Riddhima's lost in her own world, ready to pour all her anger and pain to him

"Tum chaar din se ghar nahi aaye janty ho ghar walo ne taany dedekar mujhe, mu..ujhe",

(You didn't returned home for the past four days, do you know what kind of crazy thoughts were crossing my mind...)

Riddhima sobbed harder, as Vansh pulled her in his arms and let her cry. She kept shedding tears, both sitting on the couch, Riddhima in Vansh's lap. After some time as Riddhima's sobs turned into small hiccups, wiping her eyes she stared at him, to find his eyes already fixed on her.

She just kept staring, trying to find something even she was unaware of. Scared of his behaviour, tired of his mood swings, ignorance to anger to romantic dominant to soothing caring she was hell confused. Everything was getting too much for. She clutched his white shirt tightly in her small fists as he wiped her still flowing eyes as she fluttered her lashes, lost of words.

That's when a pink mark on his collar forced her back to reality as the entire scenario of the party, the taunts of Anupriya, Ishani and Chanchal Chachi came rushing back.

"Shirt utaro apni",

(Remove your shirt)

Riddhima stated boldly.

"Huh?",

"Mainy kaha shirt utaro apni",

(remove your shirt)

"Ku?",

(why?)

Vansh asked suspiciously.

Riddhima smirked seeing a flustered Vansh, with a pinkish hui donning the tip of his ears.

"Don't worry, izzat nahi loot rahi hu tumhari..."