Wrote another OS today, I am procrastinating would be an understatement. Hope you all enjoy it... maybe help lift up the mood for tonights episode.
Please do tell me how you find it.
He came home.
Standing tall at the door. Looking devilish in his all black attire.
Angre flaunting his side as he took in the eerie silence that had taken control of his home during his departure.
2 months.
He left them alone to grieve for 2 months.
He was back.
Looking better than that terrible day. Healthier.
But much more darker and sinister than the man that had stepped off that cliff.
Dadi was the first to notice him.
The puja thali slipped from her hands and the sound of metal hitting the floor echoed in the quiet mansion.
Vansh.
She said it as if she couldn’t believe it.
Like she had seen a ghost.
But he was there.
Cautiously moving forward she lifted her hand.
Grazing the cheeks of her beloved grandson, she realised he was actually in front of her.
Alive.
That's all it took for her to break down.
The tall man delicately wrapped his arms around his grandmother and guided her to the couch.
The ruckus downstairs seem to have broken the quiet spell on the house.
Other members slowly made their way to the main event.
Chachi and Aaryan were the first to the scene.
Shocked. Scared.
Looking at each other in silent fear as they reflected on the mischief they had stirred in their last two months of freedom.
A speedy young woman propelling herself at Vansh broke their chain of thoughts.
Bhai.
Steadying the young woman, Vansh broke his silence.
You are pregnant Ishani. Take care of yourself.
It was enough for Ishani to lose the last bit of restraint she had, tears quietly slipping from her eyes only to be captured in the hands of her older brother.
Vansh, tum zinda ho? I mean, thank you bappa.
A slip of the tongue, something she thought she covered up well.
Vansh knew though.
He nodded to his dhokebaaz stepmother.
Ha Maa, aapke dua se.
A gasp rang from the top of the stairs, his eyes travelled to its owner.
Finally, the last mobile member of his household made themselves known.
The one he desperately wanted to see.
Riddhima.
His beautiful little liar.
This wonderful actress was dressed in a simple suit that was a mixture of dull brown shades.
She truly looked as if she was mourning the loss of a husband she loved.
But he knew better.
Her eyes searched over his entire being as if to make sure he was actually here.
It must upset her that Vansh Riasinghania can't even die properly, he mused.
He watched her eyes travel to Bappa.
Eyes closing in a silent prayer.
To not think about the intentions of her prayer or the relief in her eyes, he turned to Angre.
Take Ishani to her room. She needs to rest.
This broke the tension in the room. Everyone slowly retreated to their respective rooms.
Vansh’s gaze lingered on a retreating Anupriya who was busy toying with her phone.
Ready to inform her son of their misfortune.
She didn’t even try to play his worried mother… she’s becoming careless.
The hall was now quiet.
Riddhima stood observing him from above.
He didn’t want to speak to her at the moment.
Dadi, you also need to rest. Let me take you to your room.
Supporting Dadi he guided her towards the bedroom.
A burning gaze following him until he disappeared behind the white walls.
*
He sat on the couch in their room with a file waiting to be signed in his hand.
He observed the room.
It was exactly the same.
His clothes still hung in his wardrobe.
His shoes were freshly polished and sat on the shoe rack.
His toothbrush still sat in its holder in their bathroom.
It was as if she had no energy to remove a dead man's things.
As if removing those things would make his supposed death more real.
As if it mattered.
It didn’t matter.
He focussed on his file.
Eye’s lifted up only when the door clicked open.
Riddhima.
Her glassy eyes met his soulless ones.
She shook barely holding together the magnitude of questions and delicate emotions.
He sat unaffected and unbothered… he didn’t want to answer her.
He didn’t want to speak unless necessary.
Attention back on his file, he finally signed it.
She was close now. Super close.
He could smell the flowery fragrance she always wore.
He could see her delicate feet in his peripheral vision.
Sighing, he placed the file on the table and looked up at her.
Those glassy eyes tried to read him.
He wasn’t going to let her.
Her lightly chapped lips opened to ask him a question.
Her resolve broke in the middle.
Hands grasped his hair, she pulled and pressed her warm lips against his.
It was his turn to be shocked. Paralysed by the action.
She didn’t seem to like that.
Taking charge, she grabbed both his hands and put it around her waist.
Hand back in his hair she tugged.
Lips roughly biting, soothing and moving against his as if to cajole him to do the same.
Revenge and anger could wait.
Lips moving back against her, hands tightening on her waist he released his frustration.
Frustration at what?
Her terrible mistakes.
Or was it the lack of physical contact between them in the last two months.
A muffled sob escaped her lips as he took charge.
He will analyse his own emotions later.
Right now, he intends to claim whatever she was offering.
Your thoughts and constructive criticism will be appreciated.
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