Fortress around the heart~ViSa and RaVya FF~Part 36 updated pg 68 - Page 16

Originally posted by: Durresyed

Nice update!!
This Divya was missing in soap standing for her self respect.
Eagerly waiting for tomorrow...

Originally posted by: -Nancy-

Oh dear you took so long to update this part that I had to go back and read the previous part.. I was a lil disappointed that it was a RaVya chapter but never mind you made me so happy with your other FF that I forgive you 😛

I was a bit shocked when Divya refused to marry Raj.. waiting to know what tou have in store for tomorrow (hopefully it's a ViSa part).😉👏

Originally posted by: anjalijiji

Beautiful update Pallavi👏Mr. Akdu is indeed grumpy today, Poor sarita😭

Originally posted by: Durresyed

Thanks for soon update!!!!
Gonna miss this cute family... 😭

PART 12

Vikrant's Residence:

Abhiman was chattering away to glory while having his milk,
which brought a huge smile to Sarita's face in spite of being a little saddened
at being brushed off by Vikrantji sometime earlier. She was brought back to the
present when Abhi enquired what he had to wear. She took him to his room, sent
him for his bath and then laid down his sherwani on the bed. She called out to
him through the door to tell him that his clothes were on his bed and left the
room when he acknowledged.

On the way to her bedroom, she noticed Mr.Suryavanshi in the
living room. He was dressed and reading the news paper. She was the only one
who was not ready yet. She knew that Vikrantji was very punctual and did not
like to be kept waiting. So she hurried to her bedroom, closed the door and in her
haste forgot to lock it. She went to her wardrobe, pulled out a sari and left
it on the bed. She took her towel and rushed into the bathroom; and rammed her
hip into the door. She cried out in pain and twisted her waist a little to
check where it hurt. This action aggravated the pain and she shut her eyes
tightly to block it out. She went in to take a quick shower. The spray of water increased
the pain and she could not tolerate it. She jumped out of the shower, dabbed
her body with the towel. She wore her clothes with increasing difficulty. She
dried her hair with the towel and came out of the bathroom with her blouse and
petticoat on.

She sat sideways in front of the dressing table, and tried
to locate the bruise using the mirror. She took some cream on her index finger
and was reaching out sideways to apply it on the wound, when Vikrant barged into the
room looking for his iPad. She was startled to see him and scrambled around
looking for her sari to cover herself. But since she was hurt, her movements
were stiff and she yelped in pain at the sudden action. He turned around when
he heard her voice and stood completely rooted to the spot. She looked like a
goddess, with wet hair flowing down her back and her unmade face glowing with
radiance. She was seated in front of the dressing table, half naked; her chest
rising and falling with every breath she took. He gazed at her through the
mirror and was spellbound by her beauty.

She could not find her sari in time, so she sat still in the
same position. She noticed her husband taking in her appearance and was feeling
very aware of her current state. She squirmed in her seat and her breathing
became ragged. Why was she feeling this way? She wondered. Never had she felt
this aware of anyone. Her heartbeat sped a thousand miles a minute, when he was
around; she felt nervous and queasy, but in a good way, and she had butterflies
in her tummy. Is this how one felt when he or she was in love? She thought.

No it cannot happen this quick, can it? 'But love happens in
an instant, my dear?' She heard her inner self tell her. Was it love that drove
her to want to make him happy every chance she got? Was that why she wanted to gain
his approval on everything she did? Her heart jumped with joy every time she
received his call on her phone. She trembled with awareness every time their
hands touched unknowingly. And she found this strange sense of fulfillment when
he opened up to discuss things with her. If this was not love, what was? She
thought. She was in love, in love with her husband, she realized. She felt that
she might faint with dizziness at this thought. Her heart started doing
somersaults as she acknowledged this fact. It brought immense pleasure to her
and her eyes were glazed with tears of joy.

They shared an intense eye lock through the mirror. His eyes
slowly dipped to her neckline and he took note of her mangalsutra. He proceeded
to look at her delicate hands and then her slender waist. His eyes suddenly
caught the reddish bruise on it. He looked up and that was when he noticed the
cream on her finger. He realized that she was badly hurt and was trying to
apply the ointment on it when he came in.

She looked away from him and was waiting for him to leave,
so that she could tend to her wound. Moreover she wanted time to enjoy this
newfound feeling. She wanted to savor it for a while, before she confessed it
to him.

She heard footsteps coming her way and looked up. He came
near her, left his phone on the edge of the bed, bent a little and stretched
his hand. This movement brought his face very close to hers and his chin grazed
her neck. Her breath hitched a little due to their closeness. She noticed him
squeezing some ointment onto his finger. He moved a little to sit on his heels
beside her. He brought his hand forward and gently applied the antiseptic to
her bruise. She grabbed his free hand which was lying beside her lap, when pain
shot through her body. He continued his ministrations, all the while looking at
her face; and gradually the pain diminished and awareness took over.

He was lost in her beauty. He noticed how tender her lips
were and had this sudden urge to taste them. He held her waist lightly with
both hands and turned her around. He raised one hand to hold her neck. His
thumb was moving up and down her cheek, slightly grazing her lips in the
process. He slowly tilted his head up and gradually brought hers down, eyeing
her lips intently. Their lips were an inch apart. She could feel his breath on
her lips.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the spell was broken
at the sound of his phone falling on the floor. He realized all of a sudden
what he was about to do and cursed at himself for even thinking it. He had
sworn to detach himself from her and what the hell was he doing? Getting even
closer to her, physically and emotionally? He slapped himself mentally. He
pushed her away from him suddenly and grabbed his phone and made his way out of
the bedroom without a backward glance.

Sarita was shocked and confused at his unusual behavior.
Before she could react, he pushed her away from him as if he was ashamed to
touch her. It stung and tears rolled down her face. She could not control them
and it was like an endless stream. She gave herself some more time, to cry it
out. Finally she composed herself; she had to keep her emotions in check, as
they had a wedding to attend.

She made her face, combed her hair and tied her sari, all
the while wondering why her husband was this upset. When she moved to step out
of the bedroom, her sari grazed against her wound and that caused her pain. But
the severity of the pain she felt when her husband distanced himself from her
was far worse than this; and she wondered if there was any remedy for it at
all.

To be continued...