𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐊𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫

Fires of Defiance🔥❤️

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In the dimly lit hospital corridor, Vansh's fingers curled around the cigarette as he took a long drag, his gaze fixated on the city lights beyond the window. His thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, a mix of frustration and irritation from the day's events.

As he took a long drag from his cigarette, Vansh's mind wandered to Siya, his beloved sister, who was currently undergoing a therapy session. He leaned against the window frame, allowing himself a moment of respite from the suffocating pressure. The cigarette's ember glowed, mirroring the fire that burned within him.

In moments shrouded with tension and sorrow, Vansh often sought solace in the comfort of a cigarette. The act of smoking provided a temporary escape, a brief respite from the turmoil within, allowing him to gather his thoughts and regain his composure.

A faint sound of anklets interrupted his thoughts, the soft chime grating against his nerves. He turned, his gaze narrowing on the approaching figure-Ridhima. Her eyes, he noticed, held an fierce intensity that matched his own. Her mere presence grated on his already frayed patience, a stark contrast to the irritation that had consumed him moments ago.

Ridhima's steps were measured, her posture composed. Her voice, when it finally broke through the tense silence, was firm and unwavering, "Excuse me. Don't smoke here, it's prohibited".

Vansh's lips curved into a sardonic smile as he took another drag, a thin trail of smoke escaping his lips. "What, don't like the smell?" he taunted, well aware that his disregard for the rules grated on her nerves.

Ridhima's gaze held a fire of its own as she spoke, each word dripping with controlled annoyance, "Smoking is against the rules in this hospital. Something that seems to escape your attention."

Vansh's amusement only grew, fueled by her evident discomfort. "Rules never held much importance for me, Miss."

"Maybe it's time you learned to respect them," Ridhima retorted, her irritation unconcealed.

Vansh's gaze flickered to her nameplate, a faint smirk playing at his lips. "Miss Ridhima, trying to assert your authority over me? How charming."

Ridhima's patience waned, her eyes narrowing in defiance. "It's not about authority, Mr. Vansh. It's about common decency and respect for others."

Vansh took a deliberate step closer, his tone dripping with condescension, "Ah, so the righteous nurse is here to teach me manners? How enlightening."

Ridhima refused to back down, her spine stiffening. "I'm here to ensure the well-being of patients and staff. Something that clearly doesn't concern you."

Vansh's eyes bore into hers, a challenge lingering in his gaze. "You don't know anything about me, sweetheart."

Ridhima's voice held a hint of steel, her patience wearing thin, "And I don't need to. Your behavior speaks volumes."

You're quick to pass judgments, aren't you?" he drawled, a challenge hanging in the air like a phantom thread connecting them.

Ridhima's voice laced with iron, her patience fraying, "Judgments? I speak based on what I see."

In a move that surprised even himself, Vansh stubbed out the cigarette under his shoe, extinguishing it abruptly. He locked eyes with Ridhima, his tone laced with a mockery he couldn't quite suppress, "Happy now?"

Ridhima's response was sharp, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Ecstatic."

As they stared at each other, tension simmering beneath the surface, Vansh saw a flash of something in Ridhima's eyes-a determination that intrigued him despite himself.

"Your self-righteousness is quite entertaining," Vansh drawled, leaning in just a fraction closer.

Ridhima's lips quirked into a tight smile, her gaze unwavering. "And your arrogance is equally impressive."

The moment hung in the air, charged with a palpable energy-a clash of wills that neither was willing to concede.

"Enjoy your little power trip, Miss Ridhima," Vansh's voice was a low murmur, a challenge laced with a hint of intrigue.

Ridhima's response was laced with defiance, her eyes locking onto his, "You have no idea what I'm capable of, Mr. Vansh."

And with that, they parted ways, a silent understanding settling between them-a stormy connection that defied explanation. Little did they know that this moment was just the beginning of their journey together.

Guyz, I'm feeling a bit uncertain about what to write next. If anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to share. I'll do my best to update the story soon.