Hello all! This is Niki. Tried my hand at a small one shot.
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Disclaimer: Not my characters. They belong to Colours and the production team.
Warning: 13+
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His eyes were drawn towards her hands.
This was completely ridiculous, he thought as he glared at them. They were just hands, five-fingered appendages that everybody had. And they were not even beautiful.
He had always been fond of long fingers and slender hands like his own. But her fingers were neither long nor slender. Instead, they were woefully stubby and pale and small.
Her hands were exquisitely tiny, and he wondered how she got her work done. But apparently there was something wrong in his wiring as something about those little appendages made his heart race.
She was standing with Dadi blabbering about some inane topic and he had been happily ignoring her irritating presence when suddenly his eyes were drawn to her hands waving cheerfully in the air trying to explain something.
And now his eyes refused to move away from those damned hands.
Those small tiny hands that are easily engulfed in his larger ones!
Immediately his mind flashed to all the many times her hands had tugged on his wrist. They were so small that they could barely encircle even half of his wrist.
“Boss! Boss!!!”
Angre’s voice jolted him out of his preoccupation and with a sigh of relief he returned to the present.
Immediately the cacophony of the function met his ears and he winced as he realized that Ishani was actually getting married to that cartoon.
There was Aryan who was sulking somewhere, planning God knows what.
His Chachi and mother were gossiping and glaring daggers at his wife.
His Chachu was definitely busy trying to backstab him in any way possible.
And then there was his dear wife talking to his Dadi about rituals. As if she was a wholehearted member of the house and not a spy. An annoying little liar with tiny hands!
“Boss, are you all right?”
“Yes, yes,” Vansh replied, his voice casually reverberating.
“Ok,” Angre muttered doubtfully watching the thinly bobbling vein on Vansh’s forehead, “if you say so. Anyway, Boss, there is good news. Garg has sent his agreement. Shall I send them to the lawyers?”
“Yes, send me a copy too. We can proceed once the lawyers confirm the loopholes.”
“Loopholes?” Angre questioned. “But Garg has always been honest in his dealings at least. He is one of our allies.”
“I know,” Vansh agreed. “He has not betrayed me yet.”
“Then how are you certain that he would have planted loopholes for us.”
“Well, I never said it was for us,” Vansh retorted. “And Garg is not playing the betrayal game not because he is loyal; but because he cannot be anything other than loyal. Now send those papers to the team and tell them to follow the instructions I had sent them after the meeting yesterday. Also, I want a copy from them after they are done with it.”
“Yes Boss,” Angre muttered and swiftly left the scene leaving Vansh alone with his newly growing uneasiness.
“You know, in case you have forgotten, let me tell you that this function is a part of your sister’s marriage and you are expected as the eldest brother to be present here physically as well as mentally. Ishani will not get married twice and you can ogle your wife later in the confines of your bedroom,” Dadi remarked suddenly creeping up at him from behind.
Vansh jerked and blinked furiously. He turned to her with a flat smile. “Are you sure?”
Dadi blinked. “Of course you can watch your wife as much as you want inside---”
“---sure that Ishani would not get married again?” Vansh cut her across before she could make any more statements that were hazardous for his already exhausted control.
“Heh!” Dadi looked at him confused. “Why will she marry again?”
“Well, I can’t see her sticking with this cartoon for long,” Vansh muttered.
Dadi rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Let her do as she wishes Vansh. It is her life and you should focus on your own. Tell your wife how you feel if you cannot stop ogling. It will be good for both of you.”
Vansh nearly sneered. “I am not ogling Dadi. Just…”
Dadi quirked an eyebrow. “Just?”
“Nothing.”
Dadi smirked.“Haah, young love!.”
Vansh grumbled, “Don’t you think you should distribute your glorious presence to the rest of your grandchildren. You have four in total by the way."
“Now where’s the fun in that,” Dadi mused. “Sia has not made up her mind on anything yet and Aryan is too caught up in himself. Ishani is marrying Sunny after being in a stable relationship. So where’s the gossip? I have to get entertainment from somewhere, and Riddhima and you are perfect.”
“And that means you won’t leave me alone,” Vansh complained.
“I will, I will, “ Dadi barely smothered a grin, “but before that, I will give you some advice”.
“Advice?” Vansh quirked an eyebrow.
Dadi hummed to herself. “Yes, advice.”
“And that would be?”
“Give in”.
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Riddhima was curled up on the sofa, her tiny fay-like form appearing even smaller. Her chest rose slowly as she slept her mouth open like a child; unaware of any danger near them.
At once a weird feeling of possessiveness rose in him and he closed his eyes. She is a liar, a cheat, a troublemaker, and a con woman, his mind tried to remind him.
Her head was placed at a crooked angle. It was definitely not comfortable to sleep in and he was moving even before he knew it. With a sigh, he crouched down next to the sofa.
“Get up”.
She stirred slightly and resumed back her sleep.
His eyes narrowed he poked her none too gently on her sides and she woke with a yelp.
Her kohl lidded eyes fluttered rapidly trying to make sense of the sudden jolt while her nose crunched adorably.
“W-What!”
“Go to bed. I want the sofa.”
She looked at him with those brown eyes and his breath nearly stopped when that damned hand fluttered against her cheek. She blinked confusedly and then her soft refusal met his ears.
“No”.
He straightened abruptly and glared at her audacity. Despite all the threats, all the mind games, and the entire arsenal of intimidation tactics he used; he would fail to get her to agree to anything. There would always be a refusal. But that day, he had enough.
All those uneasy emotions boiled inside him. He stiffened, narrowing his eyes and something immediately coiled him as her dark eyes glinting with determination met his.
He did not bother telling her again.
Leaning forward he grabbed her waist, threw back the covers, and raising her like a doll, he swung her right onto his arms. He walked a few paces and propped her down on the bed with a thump. She fell onto it with a gasp.
And that was exactly when things went wrong. As she lay on the bed without the covers, his eyes drifted over her luscious form and he realized something.
“What are you wearing?”
Something flashed in her eyes. “D-Dadigave m-me. Gift!”.
Of course, she did, Vansh thought sourly, gathering every bit of self-control he had, to not pounce on her like a man haunted by thirst. She was after all wearing a sleeveless nighty; the soft satin cloth sticking to her body in inappropriate positions emphasizing her round breasts, her tiny waist, and her beautifully curved hips to his eyes.
She was breathing heavily and her hand lay directly over her cleavage. His eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as they fixated on them while her breasts heaved as she took another breath.
“Y-You cannot do this. Every time I abide by your wishes. This time I will not. If I want to sleep on the sofa, then I will.”
His eyes snapped back to her full lips, and then to her blazing eyes!
“You will not. You will do as Isay.”
Riddhima frowned. “I will sleep wherever I like. You and I both know this marriage is not normal. So do not expect me to follow your orders every single time.” She raised herself to the pillows bracing on her elbows. “You have no right.”
Something dark rose in him and his eyes zeroed to the tiny bead of sweat that slowly trickled down into her cleavage. Her defiance lit something in him, something primal, and he could feel himself responding; the wild need moulding his body for the only woman who dared to stand against him every single time.
He shifted his tall frame and bend down slowly.
Immediately Riddhima froze and the courage that she had happily demonstrated to him just seconds ago punctured in an instant. He was close to her now and gently laid himself over her, his hands holding his weight enough for her to feel him but not to get crushed.
A shuddering breath left her and she looked at him through her wide eyes. She bit her lips and her eyes were full of that unknown emotion that they fell into whenever he came close to her.
He pushed himself down and felt her breasts against his chest. Leaning forward he gently blew at her ear. She shivered. He smirked.
“Sweetheart,” his voice rumbled, “The fact that you bear my name is enough to justify my right on you. You are a liar of the highest sort but unfortunately for you, you will never play games anymore. You will forever remain here with me.”
Her eyes puckered and she glared at him. She tried to push him away but he reached out to catch her hands and pinned them above her head, letting her feel him. Immediately she gasped as she felt him harden against her. Her lips trembled and she stared at him with dazed eyes.
He drank in the changes in her and a jolt of satisfaction spread in him. That look was only for him. That shudder belonged to him and every gasp that left her had his name written on them.
And no one was allowed to look at her in this state. It was a sight reserved only for him; his and his alone. Neither for Aryan and definitely not for that Kabir!
His eyes glittered as they pinned her gaze with a glower. “You will never go away. You will never form any kind of liaison with anyone else. No one will ever touch you other than me,” he declared with an equal amount of hatred and longing colouring his tones.
Her mouth fell open as she stared at him, breathing heavily, and slowly her lips formed those three special words.
“I hate you.”
He gave her a bitter smile releasing her arms which felt branded by his hands.
“I hate you too, dearest wife”.
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