The scene starts from the shower scene of episode 145.
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Mayhem
He held her face in his palms, those malevolent eyes deceptively peaceful.
Like the eye of a hurricane. No wind. No rain. No storm. But surrounded by chaos and followed by mayhem.
Destruction was the only thing it had left behind.
A deadly hurricane, and there was not a chance in hell she’d survive the storm.
The angles of his face were hard, his jaw sharply defined, and he held his mouth in a harsh line that attempted to harden the full curve of his lower lip but didn't quite manage it.
She tried to glance away demurely, but she couldn't seem to manage.
And Then he whispered.. With his heavy seductive voice sending a shiver down her spine.
"You have no idea what kind of man I am or what I’m capable of."
He leant closer until his nose was almost brushing against hers.
“Unless you wish to wake the beast, I suggest you keep your smart remarks and questions to yourself. I’ll take pleasure in punishing you if you keep pushing me.”
She felt a flutter that became a tightening in her belly. Her heart stopped, skipped a few beats, then started up again in a frantic rhythm.
His eyes lowered to her mouth.
“I can think of many ways to punish that smart mouth of yours. Many, many ways, sweetheart."
"Why didn't you come to me last night?” she whispered.
The question took him by surprise he wasn't prepared to provide her with an answer.
She lifted a finger to his face, and every muscle in him relaxed as she traced it over his cheek.
“It's not enough,” she mumbled.
“The time that you spend with me isn't enough, Vansh. I feel…”
Her palm pressed against his cheek and
he simply drew her into his arms.
The instant their gazes met, caught, held, something skittered across her skin like a rain of white sparks.
The tip of his tongue slid past her teeth in silken exploration. He tasted the interior of her mouth, stroked the slick insides of her cheeks. Vansh had never kissed her like this, feeding her rising passion as if he were layering kindling on a blaze. Devastated by his skill, Riddhima swayed dizzily and clutched his hard neck.
Feeling his heat blast into her. Her tongue swirled, and laced to his as he pulled her aching frame into him. Her breasts mashed to his thick chest. The fingers that had held his neck, curled into his dark hair. She bordered on being out of control.
"You're the perfect mayhem to my malice."
He said breaking the kiss.
"I want you forever, not just for tonight."
O Humnava Tum Dena Saath Mera
