"Falling in love is like holding a candle. Initially, it lightens up the world around you. Then it starts melting and hurts you. Finally, it goes off, and everything is darker than ever, and all you are left with is the... Burn."
He had known her si...
• Jaane woh kaise log the jinke pyar ko pyar mila Humne toh jab kaliyan maangi kaanto ka haar mila •
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Riddhima's body seemed to shatter into a thousand pieces as she gazed at Thakral's battered form, her eyes wide with horror. The scene was etched in her mind like a nightmare, The image of Vansh's twisted face, Thakral's broken body, and the putrid surrounding forever seared into her memory. Her body seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to look away.
Vansh's eyes softened as he zipped his pant and turned around to look at Riddhima. Her legs seemed about to give up, her body leaning against the bonnet of the car for support. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on her face, illuminating the exhaustion etched on her features.
Vansh's gaze roamed over her, taking in the disheveled hair, the smudged lipstick, and the worn-out expression. He felt a pang of guilt.
Looking at her red eyes, and trembling body , Vansh immediately regretted bringing his dirty side in front of Riddhima. This was the real Vansh RaiSinghania. A man without mercy, A man driven by loyalty and a willingness to shed blood for those he loved. His piercing gaze could freeze blood in veins. Politeness was a luxury he couldn't afford , and empathy a weakness he couldn't indulge.
His enemies trembled at the mention of his name.
His loved ones found solace in his shadow.
And those who crossed Him?
They never lived to tell the tale....
Approaching towards Riddhima, Vansh held her trembling body in his tight grip. Her teary eyes met his as she looked at his face, concerned washed over it.
"Riddhima, listen to me. It's over. You're safe now," Vansh coaxed, his voice soft and soothing, his eyes filled with concern. She was already scared and he didn't intend to frighten her more. Her fragile, delicate, flower like body shook with fear as she remembered his inhuman Act.
She flinched when Vansh stroked her hairs. His words, meant to calm her, barely penetrated the fog of fear engulfing her. Riddhima's gaze remained frozen on Thakral's battered body lying on the heap of garbage, her mind reeling from the brutality she witnessed. The stench of garbage and decay filled her nostrils, intensifying her nausea.
Vansh's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark of electricity through her chilled skin. Riddhima looked at Vansh, her eyebrows scrunched. Who was he? Who was Vansh RaiSinghania? A protector or A Tormentor?
She saw fury and rage in his eyes, but also the determination to protect her. Her mind struggled to reconcile the man she was married to and menacing figure who had just exacted brutal revenge on her tormentor.
Realizing that Riddhima was afraid of him, With his fingertip, Vansh tugged the hair fringes falling on her face behind her ear and then cupped her face. She is his Queen. Ruler of his heart. He should be the last person she fears.
