zeal of his love

SCARY SISTER-IN-LAW

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"Riddhima,"

"Riddhima,"

"Ary Bhabhi, Dadi awaz lga rahi hai"

(Sister-in-law, grandmother is talking to you.)

Riddhima's trance broke as Sia screamed in her ear making her flinch. She moved her eyes away from the tapped screen of her phone and looked up only to gulp. Every eye around the dining table was on her, even Ishani's raised brows were focused on her face with worry?

She cleared her throat,

"I am sorry dadi. Hmm, Kya- Kya hua?"

(I am sorry grandmother. What--what happened?)

"Phone ko ghurny se bhai ka phone nahi aayega bhabhi..."

(Playing Staring contest with your phone sister-in-law?)

Sia sang, making Riddhima's cheeks color harder than a tomato as she narrowed her eyes at Sia, playfully smacking her arm,

"Apny khany par dhyan rakho ladki, apni Bhabhi par nahi,"

(Focus on your food girl, not me,)

Riddhima lightly poked her nose, biting the inside of her cheek as she ducked her head, her eyes still flickering towards her phone. Sighing she focused on food, tearing a morsel of her chapati. Blinking her lashes, head down.

Two weeks, of staring at her phone, two weeks of staring into space, drinking her tears and sighing with pain, fucking two weeks of radio silence. Not even a text. Vansh, it was like he just vanished from her life.

Flickering her eyes around, she silently brushed her finger against her lower eyelid, wiping away her tears as some perfidious droplets escaped the confines of her lashes. She waited every second of her breath for him to call.

She licked her lips, forcing down another morsel trying to unclog her choking throat as emotions threatened to spill. Elbow standing on the table, she cupped her throat, her fingers rubbing circles on her skin. Amidst the prying eyes still eyeing her from everyone, she fights a silent battle against the tears. With practiced precision, she wears a mask of composure, her smile a veil to conceal the turmoil within. Each quiver of her lip is swiftly suppressed, every trembling breath subdued. Desperately shielding her vulnerability from their prying gazes.

Yet, behind the façade of strength, her heart aches with unspoken sorrow, her spirit weighed down by the burden of hidden pain. This game of silence thrown at her was squeezing her heart, twisting it harshly. In this delicate dance between concealment and revelation, she navigates the delicate terrain of emotions, determined to bear her burdens in solitude, determined not to give anyone of these people to see the satisfaction of her pains.

She kind of inhaled her food. Pushing away her plate, advanced toward the stairs. Her steps froze, her heart suddenly going wild. As the room fell into a hushed anticipation, her heart pounded with nervous excitement, her anticipation palpable in the air. Then, in a whirlwind of joyous revelation, she stood frozen in disbelief, the sound of the main door opening flooded her senses with happiness.

A radiant smile bloomed across her face, the arriving sound of footsteps, illuminating her features with an ethereal glow as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. Vansh is back.