zeal of his love

GET RID OF KING AND HIS QUEEN

JUST RECOVERED FROM TWO WEEKS DENGUE FEVER GUYS.

TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELVES, AND WRAP UP REAL NICE, THE WINTER IS CRUEL.

ENJOY:

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RIDDHIMA'S POV:

I sniffle softly, pressing my lips in a thin line, biting my bottom lip to stop the scream at the base of my throat. His death grip on my shoulders tightened making me clench. Tears flowed out of my eyes, cascading down my cheeks. My eyes clenched shut, I could feel his breath on my forehead, coming hard as I just stayed frozen in his arms.

"Ku Riddhima, ku kiya tumne aisa?",

(Why Riddhima, why did you do this?)

He bellowed, shaking the very ground we were standing on. I shrank into the wall, sweat beads decorating my forehead. My heart hammered against my chest. My brows twitched, tears still flowing down my strained face as I tried to pry away his hands from my aching shoulders.

"Vansh, tum mujhe dard pahucha rahy ho",

(Vansh, I feel hurt.)

I whimpered in a small voice, my shaking voice hiding under the screams of his terror darkening my heart.

"Vansh, please",

I pleaded. My legs refused to support my weight any longer as the fear crawled up my spine chilling my very breath to freeze. His grip loosened a bit as I sniffled, eyes closed in his arms making me sag. I cringed again, Vansh slammed me against the wall, again, holding both my wrists in one grip above my head. The back of my head hit the concrete hard, dizziness zoning my consciousness as darkness dared to envelop me.

"Aur jo dard tum mujhe de rahi ho uska kya?",

(And what about the pain you gave me today?)

His words hit hard, vibrating against the hollowness of my trembling thoughts. I shook my head, staring at his dangerous charcoal orbs penetrating my soul. I gasped, his eyes were bloodshot, pearls of tears dancing around his long lashes, but the sheer anger rooted deep in those orbs as he stared at me made my heart cold. I looked down, unable to meet his accusing gaze. Thousands of questions looming in them, accusations sitting right there staring at me. It was too much for me,

He held my jaw between his thumb and fingers, making my lips pucker. I groaned, hissing silently as he made me stare back into his darkening eyes

"Mujhse jhut bola, baatein chipayi, apni jaan khatry may daali. Mere peeth peeche meri biwi mere dushman se mil rahi hai. Kya maut ki khawish liye ghum rahi ho? Ku Riddhima, ku? ku? ku?",

(Lying to me, hiding stuff from me, putting yourself in danger. My wife is meeting my enemy behind my back. You got a death wish I don't about? Why Riddhima? Why? Why? Why?)

He punched the wall beside my head, tearing his heart out as I stood frozen, shaking like a leave, hands still held in his death grip. Even my eyes betrayed me, transfixed on his broken self, but his words were enough to fuel the anger I was forced back inside the bottle to handle the situation more maturely, well fuck maturity.

Freeing my hands from his grip, I grabbed his collar with both hands and pushed him away with everything in me.

"Bas Vansh, Bas",

(Enough Vansh, enough)

He just staggered away hardly four steps, that's all power I have in me, just wow. We both stared at each other, our breaths heavy, waiting. When I finally explode,