Warning: Explicit M rated.
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Confused and feverish Riddhima looked at the man standing at her garden digging a rather tiny hole in the middle, almost destroying the beauty of the well managed glamorous garden consisting rare flowers and some herbs she collected.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Vansh" Riddhima demanded, her hands rested on her hips as she stood in her back garden glaring at him.
Vansh frozed, sweet enthralling his body, eyes turned darker, as he glanced at the mess he already created before watching her sheepishly. His dirt shirt kind of torn depicting the hard work he went through though good for nothing.
"This might be the silly question if you ask me to categorise when you can see properly what am I trying to do."
"Not in mood of listening your spoil quips and would like if you show some sort of maturity and seriousness"
When he pulled out of the ground, there was dist dusted across his nose and long sigh in earnest at the sight of her.
"Riddhima"
"No, let out nothing." She snapped back at him. "Knowing gardening is not your cup of tea, why the hell you come here and started showing your hidden talents?"
"No one had tell you na, you're stone-hearted devil. I am working so hard under the simmering sunlight for you without eating anything and you are taunting me instead of asking for a glass of water." He whined like a child of 3year, so cute and charming.
"Working hard? Ahh no destroying hard. I wanna slap you as a reward. May I?" She retorted sarcastically, glaring him death glare.
"Spanking is good idea though"
"Meaning?" She mumbled surprisingly.
"Why to tell. Kismish when I can do it" Said Vansh, coming into her proximity.
"Oh no," Riddhima said, getting his intentions. "Vansh, don't you dare!"
Whirling right away, Riddhima made a break for the house with the man right on her heels, smirking, enough to let her aware of the intentions getting on his mischievous mind that anyhow excited Riddhima but then the messed he birthed was nothing to ignore. The fast heavy thud of his running foot tapped on the grass as Vansh followed his girl.
Hardly Riddhima made it five six steps before his left hand batted at her wrist, yanking it hard enough to throw her off balance and sending her tender little frame to the ground as she slipped on the grassy muddy ground along with him in a heartbeat.
She rolled to fend him off, barking loudly as he did so. "What the hell Vansh."
Vansh ignored and get off her, making his way inside.
"Damn. Stop it Vansh. Don't ruin my house with your grime slick feet. If you ruin this house with grass-stains and mud, I won't let you back in the house. I mean it." She groaned wide-eyed, nevertheless, her voice didn't spoil his doings but he was stopped for a moment.
"Shhh! Kitna chillati ho yar tum. But nevertheless never loose this high stamina. How?" He inquired innocently, though eyes were enough to let her know the shenanigans hidden behind his dark eyes.
She exhaled frustratingly. "Taken job of irritating me. Huh?"
He nldded. "Of course. Right is on me."
"Yuckk! At least clean yourself." Riddhima cried pouting when she felt his tongue nipping her neck, though the laughter bubbling from her throat suggested she was far from displeased.
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