|Fever|
Vansh got out of the bathroom drying his hair. His eyes moved to Riddhima's sleeping form.. How long is she sleeping for!
Coming near her, he placed his palm on her forehead, and instantly gasped. It was burning hot..
"Riddhima," Vansh called out gently, but no answer. He took long strides towards the washroom and took out a small towel. He turned on the tap and kept the towel under until it was soaked.
Vansh twisted the piece of soft cloth, until the extra water was released and filled a bowl with water. Not wasting another moment, he turned off the tap and ran to the room, keeping the wet towel on a sleeping Riddhima's forehead.
Grabbing a stool, he sat beside the bed and he looked at her. So calm, and beautiful...but when's she's awake, she roams around the mansion searching evidences against him and that's really annoying. Why can't she spend one day as a normal, loving wife?
He agrees, that she was forced in this marriage, but can't she just give it a try? Why can't she understand how much he lov-
Vansh stopped thinking. Did he just admit that he..? Suddenly his phone vibrated. Vansh picked it up
"Boss we have meeting in an hour. Aap kahaan hai?"
"Cancel it."
He heard Angre's gasp from the other side.
"A-are you sure..? Its an important one."
"I am sure, Angre. Cancel it. I am not coming." Without waiting for a reply, Vansh cut the call.
He looked at Riddhima and took off the towel. Dipping it in the bowl of cold icy water, he twisted it and kept it on her forehead again.
Vansh kept his head down on her hand, and without his knowing, he too dozed off.
****
Hours later, it was Riddhima's hand's movement that woke Vansh up.
"Riddhima? Tum thik ho?" He asked sitting up with drowsy eyes.
"Haan..I feel bett-" her sentence was cut off by Vansh's sneeze.
"Oh shit, I didn't dry my hair" Vansh grabbed his towel
"Kyu?"
"I was busy applying damp towel on your forehead. So, inn sab ke beech bhul gaya, Riddhima"
Riddhima's eyes turned soft..
"Idhar lao" she grabbed the towel from Vansh's hand and turned him around.
Vansh's heart fluttered when she gently started drying his hair.
"Riddhima tumhe aaram ki zaroo-" he tried to stop her although his heart was against it
"I am fine." she replied and continued..
Unknown to her, after many years, a genuine and soft smile crept on his lips.
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