IMMJ2 One Shots

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The first thought to run in Riddhima's mind when Vihaan took off his shirt was: What kind of fake ass looking bullet wound is that?

In her time working as a physiotherapist, she had treated quite a few patients who had been shot in various areas of their body. Never the back, but definitely the arm and at times their torso. Despite the location, she had never seen a bullet wound that looked like the one on Vihaan's body. Besides, hasn't it been three years since he was shot? Why the hell does it look like that? The skin should have been healed by now and if anything, there should have been a scar. And didn't Daadi say that he was at the brink of death? If Vihaan had been shot in the spine then she could understand, but this was nowhere near any major bones. Perhaps there had been a lot of bleeding which had rendered him unconscious.

Her brows scrunched, she walked towards him and ran her fingers over the wound. It was only for about a second since Vihaan immediately turned around. She wanted to touch it again to be sure, but from the very brief interaction it felt like plastic. Why the fck would his bullet wound feel so fake?

"Kya kar rahi ho?" Vihaan asked.

"Woh zakham dekh rahi thi." She told him with a neutral face.

"Dekh rahi thi ya chu rahi thi?" He questioned with a flirtatious smile. Riddhima looked away. He snaked his hand around her waist and pulled her against his chest. "Agar chu na chahti ho toh aur kaafi jaagi hai chu ne ke liye." He spoke in a low, and husky voice that sent shivers down her spine.

She wiggled against his chest in the attempts to break out of his hold but it just made them both feel hotter than before. Though her breasts were covered when they rubbed against him, she felt her nipples harden. She just hoped he didn't notice it. Taking her hands, he placed one against his chest, and the other against his cheek.

"You can touch me Riddhima." He whispered.

She gaped at him as he kissed her palm. His lips were soft, wet and so incredibly hot. She wanted to grab his head and crash her own lips onto his but not before she found out the truth. If there was even a remote chance that he was Vansh and not Vihaan then she had to know.

She ran a finger over his lips, and told him, "Mere pati ki jaan bachane liye thank you."

Vihaan looked up at her with widened eyes.

"Tumhari madad ke liye Vansh ne tumhe already paise de diye hai. Mujhse kuch expect mat kar na." His surprise from hearing her words loosened his grip around her a little. She stepped away from him and adjusted her hair. "Kaafi raat ho chuki hai. So jao." She looked around the beautiful garden, and said, "Mere birthday ko aur bhi special banane ke liye tumne jo kuch bhi kiya, uske liye thank you."

Wishing him a final goodnight, Riddhima left for her room. As she went, she wished the Vansh who loved her wholeheartedly had been with her, and not the scheming, ruthless one.

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Riddhima woke up to Vihaan scolding someone in a loud voice. Groaning, she got up and looked around for him but got confused when she didn't see him. She looked towards the bathroom where she heard the water running. Getting out of bed, she headed towards it and heard his voice clearer. Who the hell was he yelling at?

She thought about going into the bathroom but then thought twice. What if he was naked? Regardless of who he was, she didn't want to intrude on his privacy like that. But what if he was up to something that could harm her or the family? He was giving someone instructions, but for what?

Her curiosity getting the better of her, she walked into the bathroom and stood just outside the shower curtain. She fidgeted with her fingers, and hoped he wasn't truly naked on the other side. She'll just hear what she needs to and then quickly slip away before he can find out she was even there.