𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐊𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫

Midnight Mischief🍰🍬

As promised, I’m sharing the story today. I hope you enjoy it! I’d appreciate any feedback you have.

Midnight had passed, and the mansion was quiet, with only moonlight coming through the curtains. Most people were asleep, and the only sounds were the rustling leaves outside. But in the kitchen, you could hear light footsteps and the soft clink of glass.

Riddhima tiptoed toward the fridge, her face determined. She had a craving—a very specific one that couldn’t wait until morning. She carefully opened the door, letting the cool air wash over her as she rummaged through the shelves.

"Where is my chocolate cake?" she muttered under her breath, searching for the leftover chocolate cake she had been thinking about all evening. Finally, her hand closed around the plate, and she pulled it out with a grin.

But just as she was about to dig in, she felt a pair of strong arms snake around her waist, pulling her back against a firm chest. Riddhima gasped, the plate almost slipping from her fingers, but the scent of his familiar cologne immediately told her who it was.

"Vansh!" she whispered sharply, trying to turn around, but his grip tightened, keeping her firmly in place.

“What’s my little wife doing sneaking around at this hour?” Vansh murmured, his voice a deep, playful rumble in her ear.

Riddhima tried to maintain her composure, though her heart was racing. "I was just… getting some cake," she said, holding up the plate as evidence.

Vansh chuckled, his breath warm against her neck. "Cake? At midnight? You know that’s not allowed, right?"

She could hear the smile in his voice and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Who makes these rules, anyway?"

"Me," Vansh replied, not missing a beat. "And I say no cake after midnight."

With a sigh, Riddhima eventually turned to face him in his arms. She could tell he was having too much fun because of the mischief-filled look in his dark eyes. "Excuse me, but I'm having cake," she shot back.

Vansh smirked, one eyebrow arching slightly. "Is that so? What if I don’t let you?"

Riddhima narrowed her eyes at him, her competitive streak flaring up. "You wouldn’t dare."

"Oh, wouldn’t I?" Vansh teased, reaching out as if to take the plate from her.

Riddhima, though, moved quicker. He was challenged to attempt again by her eyes as she whirled around and held the dish out of his reach while stepping back a little. "Don’t even think about it, Vansh."

He laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen. "You’re forgetting something, sweetheart," he said, moving towards her with slow, deliberate steps. "I always get what I want."

"Not this time," she shot back, holding her ground as he advanced.

In one swift motion, Vansh lunged forward, but Riddhima was ready. She dodged to the side, making him miss by inches. With a triumphant grin, she grabbed a fork from the counter and took a big, defiant bite of the cake. The rich, chocolate flavor melted on her tongue, and she closed her eyes in bliss, savoring the taste.

When she opened them again, Vansh was watching her with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "You’re really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?" he said, his voice full of playful frustration.

Riddhima shrugged, licking a bit of frosting off the fork. "Maybe," she replied coyly, her eyes twinkling.

Vansh's eyes narrowed, but a smile tugged at his lips. "Alright, you've asked for it."

Before Riddhima could react, Vansh closed the distance between them. He was quick, too quick. In one smooth motion, he snatched the fork from her hand and scooped up a bite of cake.

"Hey!" Riddhima protested, trying to grab the fork back.

But Vansh was already savoring the bite, his eyes closing in exaggerated pleasure. "Mmm," he hummed, clearly enjoying the taste. "Delicious."

Riddhima pouted, crossing her arms. "That was mine."

He grinned, leaning closer, his face just inches from hers. "Everything that’s yours is mine, remember?"

Her breath hitched as he took another step, backing her up against the counter. The warmth of his body, the intensity in his eyes—it was overwhelming.

"Then share," she whispered, trying to sound stern but failing as a blush crept up her cheeks.

Vansh’s grin widened. "With pleasure."

He dipped the fork into the cake again and brought it to her lips, watching as she took the bite. The taste was even sweeter when shared, the moment charged with a quiet intimacy.

But just as she swallowed, Vansh leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. It was a brief, teasing kiss, just enough to leave her wanting more.

Riddhima blinked, momentarily stunned. "Vansh..."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes darkening with mischief. "What? You said share."

Her heart fluttered, her earlier annoyance forgotten. "I meant the cake, not..."

"Too late," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

Before she had a chance to object any more, Vansh gave her another, stronger kiss. The moment was made much more seductive by the lingering flavour of chocolate between them.

Riddhima melted into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, grounding her in the whirlwind of emotions.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together.

The silence lingered. Riddhima’s heart still raced. Vansh's touch was soft, his gaze intense.

“You’re impossible,” she whispered. Her voice was warm, affectionate.

“And you love it,” he replied. His grin widened. His thumb traced her cheek.

Riddhima closed her eyes. She felt safe, cherished. “Maybe,” she teased.

“No maybe,” Vansh murmured. He leaned closer. Their noses brushed. His lips captured hers again. The kiss was slow, deep, full of promise.

They pulled back, breathless. Riddhima smiled, feeling lighter. “Alright, Mr. Rai Singhania,” she said. Her tone was playful. “You’ve had your portion. Now, let me enjoy my cake.”

Vansh chuckled. His eyes sparkled. “Only if I get another bite,” he teased. He reached for the fork.

Riddhima hesitated. Then she sighed, playfully. “Fine. One more bite. Then it’s all mine.”

“Deal,” Vansh agreed. He leaned in, stealing one last taste.

Note: The story I meant to share today isn’t finished yet, so I posted something different. I’ll have the complete story for you either tomorrow or the day after. Until then, take care and stay lovely!