"Falling in love is like holding a candle. Initially, it lightens up the world around you. Then it starts melting and hurts you. Finally, it goes off, and everything is darker than ever, and all you are left with is the... Burn."
He had known her si...
• Dil ki khata bhi hai kya, Mujhko gila bhi hai kya Is dillagi ke siva dil ne,Kiya bhi hai kya.... Aashiq hai yeh chor nahi, main kya karoon Dil pe mera zor nahin hai, main kya karoon •
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"The fuck...."
Vansh cursed in his sleepy tone rubbing his ass which just kissed the floor. Opening his eyes, he muttered some really colourful words under his breath as the heavy duvet from the couch fell right on top of him.
Realizing that he have fallen down in sleep while tossing on that little couch, He felt embarrassed... Not his fault. He wasn't used to sleeping on the couch before.
Removing the duvet from his body, he sat on the floor and looked at the wall clock. It was 5 A.M. in the morning. Throwing the duvet on the couch, he got up and walked towards the closet.
After completing his morning rituals when Vansh RaiSinghania walked out of the bathroom, His turned his neck to the side. The bedlamp was still on and His beautiful wife, Riddhima was sleeping peacefully on his bed covering herself with the duvet from head to toe. Aargh, How much he wanted to throw that duvet and cuddle with her petite figure.... All of sudden, he was feeling jealous of the duvet and every single fabric of her clothes that were getting a chance to stick to her gorgeous body, whereas he had to control his itching palms in order not to scare her with his burning desires.
Wiping his wet body with the towel, Vansh gazed at her sleeping form. Yesterday when he burnt her bed, he did stormed back to his room in fit of anger but his heart was growing restless. Back in his mind, He knew it was just a small fire which would extinguish with one or two buckets of water but for some reason, he was getting anxious. He wanted to go back and check but stopped after thinking about his newly made resolution to not run behind her like a love sick puppy.
As the time passed, his restlessness grew. He forgot about the resolution and decided to check on her once. So Wearing his slippers, he walked towards her room.
Door wide open, water dripping from the wet matteress scattering on the floor - This was the condition of her room when he entered. His eyes searched for her as he found the room empty.
Closing the door, he walked through the corridors roaming his hawk eyes around to find her... He stopped in his track and looked down from the railing. It was then that he noticed her sleeping on the sofa in the hall hugging a red heart-shaped pillow close to her chest. Ughhh. It should have been his head dug between her two blossoms instead of that red heart pillow.
Descending the stairs, he reached to the sofa and stopped in front of her sleeping form. The moment his eyes fell on her, all his anxiety vanished and he calmed down.
But the very next second, reality hitted him hard. She preferred to sleep in an uncomfortable position on the couch rather than coming to his room and sleep next to him. For Vansh, it was like a tight slap on his face. He was the only choice of all the beauties who entered in his life, but the Only Girl who really intrigued him so much that he didn't mind marrying her , chooses every damn thing over him. Why wasn't his charm working on her? Where was he failing?
