zeal of his love

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AUTHOR'S POV:

Riddhima opened her eyes with a jolt, as the tender flesh of her wounded arm tingled, and not in a good way, coming face to face with the breathtaking view of her husband's charming sleeping face. Vansh was wrapped around her holding her in a somewhat uncomfortable grip. Both his arm snaked around her waist, one holding her neck while the other around her waist plastering her front to his. There was no space for even air to pass between them. A few rogue strands decided to run their course, falling on his closed eyes.

Her lips involuntarily curled up. His long lashes twitched slightly as she caressed his hair making her giggle. A silent hiss escaped her as her wound tingled again. Her wounded arm was wounded around Vansh's shoulder and being pressed under bulky husband, her bandages were itching.

Carefully prying his hands one by one from her hand, Vansh grumbles in his sleep as she slips out of his arms, but thankfully he doesn't wake. Riddhima who was watching him warily exhaled a sigh of relief.

RIDDHIMA'S POV:

I swing my legs out of bed and make my way to the washroom. First carefully changed my bandages, hissing now and then. I was so tempted to wake up Vansh but steeled my heart. The burned ashes of my memories were still outside, on the floor at the foot of our bed. And I am neither gonna forget it nor gonna forgive it.

Walking out, I checked the clock, it was three in the morning. I looked at the black mess on the ground with sad eyes. A thought occurred to me as I picked one jar from the bed stand, throwing away the flowers which were decorated in it and filled the ashes in it.

My head was throbbing by the time I was done and I also felt parched. I needed an Advil and a hot coffee. First I entered the walk-in closet, picked out a cardigan for myself, and made my way out of the room.

I got rooted to the spot hearing a painful moan, turning around saw Vansh moving his hands on my side of the bed, searching for me.

My heart constricts, kya karu mai iska (what should I do with him). Why the hell he has to be so, ugh, I don't even have words to explain. It's like he wants me to be next to him but not be with him. What kind of riddle is he?

Making my way over to him, I sat beside him and patted his hair, moving my thumb on his creased forehead. Finally, he stopped moving as a sigh escaped his lips and he got pulled back to the folds of dreamland. Smiling, head tilted I stared at his face. Leaning down I kissed his forehead, my eyes eyeing the handcuffs kept on the bedstand, and moved out before I change my mind before and fall weak again, the way he tried to leash me like an animal filling my eyes but like a hopeless idiot I know I would crave comfort form only and would end up getting under the covers in his arms again.

Stepping out of the elevator I made my way to the kitchen, replying to the greetings of the guards as they bowed down, none even breathing in my direction.

Taking out the milk from the fridge I pour some into my coffee mug, kept the rest back, and made a hot coffee for myself. Keeping the dirty utensils in the sink I walked out. As I took the first sip, cupping the mug between my palms, Hmm... it's delicious, and my fuzzy head eases immediately.

I entered Sia's bedroom, hunting through the cupboard of medicines I kept here just in case, looking for some painkillers. I sink two Advil, massaging my throbbing head. I covered Sia with the duvet properly and walked out. Going inside my room just for a second to take out the thing I got from Uma Ma's painting and walked towards the stairs to reach the terrace.