zeal of his love

Narrow Escape

Hey guys, I am back with another update.

Happy Shivratri to all...

May Shivji bless you all with lots of courage and happiness.

Enjoy...

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Riddhima huffed, scratching her neck over the turtle neck blouse of hers she had no choice but to wear because of the beast husband of hers. She scrunched her nose, stirring the pot of sweet dish Dadi (Grandmother) asked her to prepare as her thoughts drove her back to this morning.

FLASHBACK STARTS:

She smiled, staring at the retreating back of her husband as he went towards the cupboard to get towels for them, freshly out of the shower. She sighed, interlocking her fingers she turned her palms towards the front, stretching her shoulders. Turning around she faced the big mirror over the sink with the chest of drawers she was settled on by Vansh as she was still in her high, lost. Her eyes met her reflection and she pursued her lips, she feels so different. There was something in her that just changed today, she feels like she was glowing, the shine in her eyes, it was something she saw for the first time. Keeping her palms on her collarbone, right at the point where the neck meets the shoulder, pressing lightly as a sigh escaped her lips. She was sore all over, it was like she was run over by a road roller, every muscle in her was screaming in protest, asking her to join the cool sheets laying her bed and closing her lids for a long time.

It was like every fiber in her was turned to jelly, smooshing her to the floor as she held the sink quickly for support when her shaking legs threatened to let her ass hug the floor.

Her gaze dropped unconsciously, her eyes going wide as they traveled down her neck to her exposed collarbone, frowning she dropped the towel Vansh draped around her. Her jaw dropped to the ground while she shakily took a step back, what the hell? Her jaw touched the ground, her eyes screaming horror as she craned her neck, looking at her back, her breath caught in her throat, she closed her eyes shaking her head trying to clear her vision, maybe her spent and satisfied brain playing games with her but no,

"Vansh",

she groaned loud, only to flinch to find Vansh standing right behind her, his arms on her shoulders as towels were placed on the chest of the drawer right where palms were resting a few seconds ago, he met her gaze in the mirror in front of them,

"Kya hua?",

(What's wrong)

Riddhima narrowed her eyes at the innocent look in his eyes,

"Yeh, kya hai?",

(What the hell is all this?)

She gestured towards her body in the mirror reflection, her cheeks heating up as color coated them, feeling kind of shy all of sudden as her eyes dropped to the floor her one foot rubbing the other one,

"kya?"

(What?)

Riddhima scowled at the playful ignorance he was trying to portray, turning around she took one step back, her hands in the air, she gestured towards herself, pointing from her neck to her naked chest, and keep going down, Vansh snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her to himself, their naked chests pressed together, sending shivers of sparks through them as the perky breasts of Riddhima pressed against his skin smoldering him to ashes, his breath uneven when her nipples stood in attention. Riddhima's hands held his biceps, steading herself as her breath caught in her throat,