Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

⟪Epilouge⟫

As the morning sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, Vansh stirred, waking up with a soft smile on his lips.

Riddhima was nestled against him, her head resting on his bare chest, and her hand sprawled across his torso.

His arm was cradling her head, holding her close.

He gazed down at her sleeping form, marveling at how beautiful she looked in his arms, still covered by the duvet that kept them warm and close after the events of the previous night.

Every memory of the night before played vividly in his mind-her soft gasps, the way she looked at him with trust, and how they had become one, both emotionally and physically.

Vansh felt a wave of bliss wash over him.

For the first time, he fully acknowledged it-he was in love with Riddhima.

Gently, he caressed her cheek, his fingers tracing the delicate contours of her face.

In response, she instinctively snuggled closer, nuzzling deeper into his chest.

His heart swelled with affection as he held her even more protectively, enjoying the serene moment.

Content, Vansh let his eyes close again, falling back into a peaceful sleep.

Two hours later, Riddhima stirred awake, feeling the warmth of a strong arm draped across her waist.

She slowly turned, her eyes landing on Vansh, who was still fast asleep.

His face looked calm, peaceful, and utterly innocent-such a contrast to the fiery passion he'd shown last night.

A wide smile appeared on her face as the memories of their time together came rushing back, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

She recalled how he had cherished her, how gentle and considerate he'd been, making sure she felt nothing but pleasure.

Yet, there was an undeniable edge to his touch, a raw passion that left her breathless more times than she could count.

The mix of tenderness and the occasional bite of pleasure left her blushing at the mere thought.

Vansh, now looking like an adorable, sleeping giant, had been a caveman in bed, demanding yet loving, possessive yet gentle.

She could hardly reconcile the two-this fierce lover and the man now lying beside her like a contented child.

Unable to resist, Riddhima leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, then another on his nose.

The light touch stirred Vansh awake, his dark eyes fluttering open to meet her gaze.

He smiled lazily at her, the sight of her beautiful face greeting him first thing in the morning making his heart skip a beat.

"Good morning," she whispered, her hand cupping his face.

Vansh turned his head slightly and kissed her palm, his deep, raspy morning voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Good morning, sweetheart."

The way he said it, with that low, gravelly tone, sent a warm rush through Riddhima's body.

She swallowed hard, feeling a flutter in her stomach as she realized how turned on his simple morning greeting had made her.

His hair, tousled from sleep, only added to his allure, making him look effortlessly handsome and somehow even more tempting than last night.

A playful glint sparked in Vansh's eyes as he noticed her reaction, but for now, they simply lay there, basking in each other's presence, knowing that whatever they had now was far more than they'd ever imagined.