Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

⟪5⟫

In the stillness of the balcony, Vansh and Riddhima sat close, their eyes locked, each wiping away the other's tears.

There was an unspoken understanding between them-a bond of pain, healing, and something far deeper that neither had fully acknowledged until this moment.

Vansh's hand rested gently on her cheek, his thumb brushing away the lingering drops.

Riddhima, still gazing into his eyes, reached up and placed her hand over his.

"Vansh, agar main kuch karoon toh tum gussa toh nahi karoge?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper, yet loaded with vulnerability.

He frowned slightly, confused by the sudden question. "What do you-"

Before he could finish, his words were cut off by the soft, unexpected sensation of her lips pressing against his.

His heart skipped a beat, the shock rendering him motionless for a moment.

But then he felt her move, her lips gently parting, and the soft caress of her tongue licking at his lower lip, coaxing him to respond.

His heart roared to life, pounding in his chest so loudly he thought she might hear it.

Vansh was astounded-Riddhima Sharma, the woman who always seemed irritated with him, who bickered with him at every chance, was now kissing him.

Not just a simple kiss-this was something deeper, something intense.

His thoughts spiraled as her lips claimed his with an unexpected urgency.

When she bit down on his lower lip, he hissed softly in pain, instinctively parting his mouth, and Riddhima wasted no time.

Her tongue darted inside, exploring him, tasting him, as if she had been waiting for this moment.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the heat of the kiss.

His mind cleared of all confusion, and he kissed her back with equal fervor.

What began as a tender kiss quickly escalated into something much more.

They both fed off each other's intensity, their lips and tongues dancing together in a fiery, passionate rhythm.

Without realizing it, Vansh's hand slipped down to her waist, pulling her closer, needing to feel her pressed against him.

But it wasn't enough-this closeness wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the desire that had erupted between them.

With a swift motion, he lifted her effortlessly, settling her on his lap.

Riddhima gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, but she didn't pull away.

Instead, she deepened the kiss, her arms winding around his neck as if she never wanted to let go.

Vansh's hands gripped her waist firmly, drawing her even closer, while Riddhima's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as the kiss grew more heated, more intense.

It was as if all the pent-up frustration, the undeniable attraction they had both felt for so long, finally exploded in this single, passionate moment.

They kissed each other with an urgency that left no room for thought, only feeling.

Every touch, every movement was filled with raw emotion, as if they had both been waiting for this for far too long.

Riddhima's breath hitched as she pressed herself against him, her heart racing in sync with his, and Vansh couldn't help but tighten his hold on her, his fingers pressing into her sides as he deepened the kiss even more.