Memories ✅️

KISS to calm down her

Radhika's pov

As I walked away from Rishi's house, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had been building up inside me. I had just discovered that he was the murderer of my father and a mafia leader. I knew I had to get out of there as fast as I could.

I quickly made my way to the bus stop and boarded the next available bus. I was relieved to be leaving Rishi's dangerous world behind.

But my relief was short-lived. As the bus stopped at a traffic light, a group of men surrounded me. They were wearing masks and their eyes were cold and menacing.

Before I could even react, they grabbed me and dragged me off the bus. I tried to scream for help, but my voice was muffled by something they put over my nose and mouth. I felt a sharp pain in my head and everything went black.

When I came to, I was in a dark and dingy room. I was tied to a chair and Rishi was standing in front of me, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"You shouldn't have tried to leave me, my dear," a suspicious man said, his voice dripping with malice.

I struggled against my restraints, but they were too tight. I was trapped.

And then i didn't remember anything.

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As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with a familiar sight. Rishi was lying beside me, his hands gently placed on my stomach, and my leg was draped over his. I didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable, which surprised me. Instead, I felt a sense of calm and tranquility wash over me.

As I examined Rishi's features closely, I noticed the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. His eyes were closed, and his dark eyelashes fluttered slightly as he dreamed. I traced the contours of his face with my gaze, taking in the sharp jawline, the slight nose, and the full lips.

I felt a sense of wonder and gratitude that this man was mine. Rishi had been my rock, my confidant, and my protector. He had saved me from him clutches and had been by my side through every ups and downs.

As I continued to study Rishi's face, I noticed the slight scar above his left eyebrow, which he had got in a fight with some goons. I remembered the way he had smiled at me when I had asked him about it, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

My gaze drifted to his hands, which were gently placed on my stomach. I felt a flutter in my chest as I realized that he was holding me, even in his sleep. It was a gentle, possessive gesture that made me feel loved and cherished.

I leaned in closer, my face inches from his. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and my heart raced with excitement. I gently brushed a strand of hair out of his face, my fingers grazing his skin.

Rishi stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He smiled at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

As his eyes opened, Rishi looked at me with a mixture of surprise and urgency. He took in our position in bed, and his eyes widened as he realized we were still tangled together. He quickly got up, his movements swift and jerky.

"Good morning," he said, his voice husky from sleep.

I greeted him back, my voice trembling slightly. "G-good morning."

Rishi's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in my nervousness. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice softening.

I nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Y-yes, I'm fine."

Rishi's gaze lingered on me for a moment before he turned to get out of bed. "Do you need something to drink?" he asked, his voice a little gruff.

I shook my head, still trying to process what was happening. "N-no, I'm good."