The bright light of the sun pierced inside the room breaking riddhima's sleep
Yawning, she sat up on the bed to see the other side empty
R: where did vihaan go soo early in the morning
Before she could stress her mind with various possibilities, the door of the room flung open and vihaan walked inside with a box in his hand
Vi: good morning dollar biwi
R: good morning
Where were you?
Vi: i went to get this for you
R: what is it??
Vi: see for yourself
Riddhima excitedly opened the box
But what she saw inside made her cheeks grow warm
R: what the hell is this??
Vi: as if you don't know
Riddhima picked up the flimsy panty and bra in her and rotated it in all angles analysing it
R: you expect me to wear this and show you
Vi: naah aa
Even though i would love to see you in this
Riddhima glared at him
Vi: but but
You don't have to show me
R: then why did you gift this to me
Vi: you would know that very soon baby girl
Vihaan said with a mysterious smile which unfortunately was unnoticed by riddhima
Stepping out of the hot shower, covered in a knee length towel, riddhima picked up the lotion bottle and begin massaging her sore muscles
Protecting this crazy clan did tire her alot
Running her hand over her neck, she felt a slight stinging sensation
She looked deeply into the mirror and her eyes widened in horror seeing a hickey there
The hell
Her nose flared up in anger but as she started tracing it with her finger tip, she couldn't help but reminisce the events of last night
The way he looked at her
Eyes full of love and desire
The way his hot breaths were fanning her face
The way his lips were moving against her neck, determined to leave his mark over her
Unknowingly, her hands went to the knot of her towel
Tugging at it, she let it fall to the floor
Her fingertips slowly traced her areola, immediately hardening her nipples
She caressed her hardened nipple with her finger and shivered imagining him doing the act
A soft sigh escaped her mouth imagining his mouth over her hardened mould
Before she could drown more into her imagination, the washroom door knocked
I: riddhima
Dadi is calling you
Hurry up
Riddhima sighed in frustration as ishani's annoying voice made way to her ears breaking the spell of intoxication
R: coming
Her eyes wavered to the lingerie box placed on the counter
For a second her mind rebuked her to not wear it
