IMMJ2 One Shots

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The sun rose.

The birds chirped.

The day was calling out to her.

But Riddhima didn't want to wake up. She was much too happy sleeping in the arms of her husband.

As if she were pricked by something sharp, her eyes snapped open.

She was in the arms of her husband.

Her head went light, and her heart thumped fast.

Husband.

Legally, he has been one for a while now.

Maybe emotionally too, given the way he's always insisting on tying her mangalsutra, and applying the vermillion on her forehead.

She sighed, and noticed the arms that were wrapped around her.

Weeks ago, she would have been scared.

No, not scared. Terrified is more accurate.

Having him anywhere near her would have shaken her to her bones.

This morning, she's still shaking, but it's different.

There's a wonderful anticipation to it.

She pushed back against him a little, and hummed at the solid warmth that emanated from him.

He may have been sleeping, but his arms tightened around her.

Riddhima liked that quite a lot.

It's all she seemed to want these days.

His arms coiled around her little waist, their knees locked together as if in a jigsaw puzzle, and his head ducked into the crevice of her neck so that he can claim her all night long.

There was no room for empty spaces between them anymore.

As carefully as she could, she twisted her body around so that she could face him.

She thought she would see his beautiful face, but was met with something far more enticing instead.

Cheeks heated.

Eyes fixated.

Heart thumping.

She should, but she couldn't.

How could she pull herself away when his skin was right there .

Just shamelessly peeping out from his shirt, and challenging her to do something. As it is she spent the whole night with her back pressed against it. It would only be fair to allow her lips the same comfort.

As if she was under a hypnotic daze, she inched closer.

Lips would have met skin had Vansh not shifted in his sleep.