Series Of One Shots!

REBUILDING

This scene is a continuation from the press conference.. Here Riddhima comes up to the stage  & claims to be Mrs.VRS and then Vansh dismisses the media.

Then they have an argument where she says she hates him and goes straight up to their bedroom.

REBUILDING

"Tell me again what you said at the party” he says stepping into her space, locking eyes with her & presses his mouth to hers. 

"So I'm slipping out of your head while you stay put in mine..." He questions annoyed as she doesnt kiss him back.

Pushing him away she questions...

“What?” she can barely think.

“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”

“I hate you,” she says the words coming out like a caress. She says it again, over and over. 

An enchantment. 

He reaches for her and kisses her. 

It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. 

His hand curled around the back of her neck while the other rubbed her thigh.

Trembling, Riddhima turned her mouth from his. Her body didn't seem to belong to her. She could hardly stand on her own. She couldn't think. Her forehead leaned on his shoulder as she waited for the wild pumping of her heart to subside.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

He kisses her harder.

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in.

"You wanted me gone...

Then what are you doing now??

could you really let me go?"

"no . . . I don't think so." 

"Then why can't you believe that everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving?" 

"Maybe.."

“I hate you,” she breathes into his mouth. 

“I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else."

It was a very long time before he let her go. When he did, she looked up at him, hurt and bewilderment on her face.

“Why did you stop?” asked Riddhima.

“I thought you might want to breathe,” said Vansh carefully.

“Breathe?” said Riddhima shocked. “I don’t need to breathe when I’m with you."

The caress of Vansh's fingertips under her chin made her pulse catch, her throat flushing, shoulders tightening. She could only seem to breathe in, breathe Vansh in deeper.

And when he kissed her throat, oh, so lightly, she swooned, as she always did.

She runs her nose down his neck and chest, peppering soft, open kisses.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. Holding her with possession, he slowly bent her backward until she gripped his shoulders and her hair fell from her face. As she gasped, he said exactly what he thought: 

“I missed you.”

She then whispers....

"I can't help but think," she started, then stopped. Knowing she shouldn't say it.

"I can't help but think... if only I'd..."

He knew it, too. "Don't."

But she couldn't stop it. 

She looked up at him. 

"If only I'd found you earlier... We wouldnt be so damaged & screwed up.

We could have trusted eachother easily."

And on that note, he put his mouth on hers and kissed the ever-living hell out of her, sweeping one hand down to her hip as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, and kept going and going and going . . .

His kisses washed over her like floodwater over parched earth. She clutched him helplessly, tears falling down her face as he whispers her name.

"Riddhima..

I was afraid. Of getting hurt . To be truthful, I still am."

As His thumb stroked her cheek she said.

"I would never hurt you."

"I don't think you can promise me that." 

She squeezed his fingers. 

"But it makes things a bit more equal, to know that I can hurt you, too."

His gaze fell to her lips. He said simply, without any trace of irony, 

"What can I do so you won't ever leave?"

And there was silence...

"So tell me you need me and I will stay. Tell me You believe me and I will wait that you'd come back for me every time I fall." She says looking into his eyes. 

As they sleep in spooned positions for most of the night, comforting each other, holding on, desperately, with certainty that they weren't over, recognizing that their love for each other is enough. 

They wake and something she had forgotten stir in her. She reaches for him. Kisses him and lets him kiss her back. And then he's inside her and she remembers who they are. There is love and she can dance this liquid dance and let it move her. He stops, pulls himself away from her taking her breath with him. He lies there and she feel his tears on her flesh. His tears. All this time together and she had no idea he could cry for her. 

In between his sobs as he held her tighter.. 

He thought..

"How can I be in love with a girl who demolished me? How can she just tell me she  is sorry for making a fool out of me? And i believe her...??"

All the pain buried deep inside the chambers of his heart finally was set free.

He had opened the gate for all of his despair, pain and heartbreak to flow out of his heart as he cried.. In her embrace.

He was letting go of his fear...

Fear of losing himself if she choses to leave him behind..

Once again he was letting her see his naked soul...

The power she had over him scared her too.

As they kissed for about the thousandth time that night....No promises, no demands were made.

It was just solid rebuilding of shattered trust...