"What the hell is he doing in your room!!!" fumed Mr. Rautela. Riddhima gasped loudly.
"Don't shout. He'll wake up." reminded Mrs. Rautela. This only irked Mr. Rautela more.
"As if I care." he growled. To give a little context of what was happening, Riddhima actually told everything to Mr. and Mrs. Rautela early in the morning. What she told??? Well, she told that Vikramaditya Raghuvanshi last night barged into the house, ate food and slept soundly inside her bedroom. She didn't fail to mention that she consistently tried to convince him to leave but he was obdurate and slept on her bed. Somehow it slipped from her mind that she woke up in his arms this morning, although she clearly remembered sleeping on the couch. Anyways, Mr. Rautela was obviously unnerved with his audacity. Why did the guy came into the house while they were away in the first place?? Didn't he know that it was counted as indecency to enter into someone's house while the patriarch was away?? Or Was he planning something else in his mind??? Did he wished to force himself on Riddhima last night?? Technically he 24x7 keeps thinking about Riddhima and it would be a complete lie to say that this thought didn't cross his head. He would've definitely forced himself upon Riddhima but sometimes the lovesick child inside him simply throttles the neck of that dominant Alpha, monstrous side of him. He wanted Riddhima no doubt but he wished for her to accept him willingly. He was showing commendable patience after all. Nonetheless use of force is always an open option for him. Honestly he didn't wanted the circumstances to organise themselves in a way that he has no other option but to use his physical strength to overpower her, specifically in bed. He wouldn't mind overpowering her on bed. Let's face it he's a bad guy.
"Uncle I told him...."
"Good morning." came a husky, masculine voice from behind them. They all wheeled around and found him standing inside the hall, yawning indifferently. The sons of Rautelas were too inside the hall.
"To hell with your good...."
"Riddhima, a black coffee without sugar. Please." and he yawned again. His hairs were a mess and the initial buttons of his shirt were undone. And can we just admit that the early morning voice of men sounds absolutely sensuous and extra manly. Even Riddhima for a second was drooling but she soon pulled herself together. Mr. Rautela frowned.
"This isn't a hotel and..."
"Do you have an extra toothbrush in the house here??" he asked sleepily. Mr. Rautela really wished to strangle him. Riddhima, out of terror, simply nodded. Vikramaditya smiled while the Rautelas frowned at him.
"Please keep it in the bathroom." and he turned and climbed upstairs again. Mr. Rautela turned to Riddhima.
"He's getting a toilet brush not a toothbrush."
"C'mon Mr. Rautela this will only end up maddening him more. Leave it. Riddhima go and keep a toothbrush in the bathroom upstairs, I'll see what we're eating in breakfast today." Mrs. Rautela told her calmly. Riddhima nodded meekly and went upstairs. Mr. Rautela was still frowning.
"Stop with that face. He's not leaving soon no matter what you do." reminded Mrs. Rautela as she marched into the kitchen.
"Everybody in this house has lost their head."
"Indeed. And you were the first one to start it." joked the eldest and Mr. Rautela fumed again.

Riddhima and Mrs. Rautela were inside the kitchen, preparing breakfast for all.
"Someday we'll go shopping uphill. There's always a sale up there." Mrs. Rautela said dropping the besan coated potatoes in the bubbling oil. Riddhima chuckled stirring the oats. Vikramaditya loved oats. He can have it all day long, but as a side dish. Riddhima, as opposed to him, never liked oats at all. Thankfully Mrs. Rautela asked her make some today, although she didn't know Vikramaditya loved oats. Today was Sunday and the breakfast the two have prepared was a lot. There were fritters, oats, semolina halwa, papad, fruits and mango shake specially for the kids, and for the over 40 kid as well. When Riddhima and Mrs. Rautela took breakfast inside the hall, they found the youngest literally hugging Vikramaditya while watching Chota bheem on TV. Riddhima knew Vikramaditya loved cartoons, he would even die for them one day if a situation arises. Vikramaditya had his arm draped on his shoulder as both of them watched the Chota bheem movie keenly. The eldest son was actually surfing through YouTube on his phone. Mr. Rautela was partially dozing on his sofa. Riddhima and Mrs. Rautela gaped at each other for a second before laughing.
"Mr. Rautela wake up." Mrs. Rautela said as she placed the containers on the table. Vikramaditya looked at them and smiled affectionately at Riddhima. Riddhima observed that he looked clean and fresh, although he was wearing the same clothes as last night. He must've taken a shower and combed his hairs. To be honest, Vikramaditya was naturally handsome and had to do very little to look presentable.
"Hmmm.....I wasn't sleeping." said Mr. Rautela yawning. Vikramaditya smirked.
"Ofcourse you weren't. You were just practising for your role in Dracula 2.0 as main count Dracula." Vikramaditya said slyly. Mr. Rautela looked at him crossed. The youngest giggled. He already was a fan of Vikramaditya now. He was so tall, and has six pack abs and actually smells so good. Besides he also watches cartoons with him.
"You ofcourse know more about vampires, perhaps that's why you look like one." Mr. Rautela countered. Riddhima didn't like where it was going. Vikramaditya looked at him blankly.
"Sure and I am after your blood. Be careful." he said curtly. Mr. Rautela frowned. He is seriously short on manners.
"Huh!! I don't wanna argue with you." he mumbled under his breath. Vikramaditya smirked in triumph.
"As if my life stops without you." and Mr. Rautela fumed again. Riddhima really wanted to slap Vikramaditya sometimes. She sometimes wondered why did he unnecessarily prodded Mr. Rautela. I'll give you answer dumb Riddhima, it's simply because Mr. Rautela doesn't allow Riddhima to be with him.
"Ohh!! Where is this delicious aroma coming from!!!" came a voice from the door. They all looked at the door and found the Dhamis coming inside without even knocking. Riddhima frowned. What do they want now??
"There's a choked sewer line 500 m away. The smell's coming from there. Why don't you go and see it for yourself." Vikramaditya spoke insolently. The kids guffawed with little respect. Even the Rautelas were impressed. Dhamis inwardly cursed him but on the face they smiled and came inside totally uninvited.
"Oh Mr. Raghuvanshi it's so good to see you. I asked Riddhima's father, let's visit our son-in-law. And....oh my lovely Riddhima." Mrs. Dhami ran towards Riddhima and started caressing her face. Riddhima shifted uncomfortably on her place.
"Riddhi come here." sensing her discomfort he called her to him. Quickly Riddhima jumped next to him on the couch. Authoritatively he threw his arm around her waist and looked up at the beaming Dhamis. For the moment Mr. Rautela wasn't grumbling.
"What are you here for Poonam and gang??" asked Mrs. Rautela curtly. Poonam glared at her fiercely. She wasn't rich so she technically has no right to disrespect her in this fashion.
"I'm here to see my son-in-law and daughter."
"Which daughter and son-in-law??? Are you sure you aren't runaways from a mental asylum??" Vikramaditya was back with his feral two-liners. Dhamis were gaping at him. If he'll behave like this than how were they supposed to extract money from him. For what have they came here for??? To get insulted!!!
"Damad ji...."
"Get the hell out of here ji.... Our breakfast is turning cold JI...." he accentuate on 'ji' just to appear more affronting than usual. Dhamis were spooked. Rautelas, for the first time, wanted to pat his back. Vikramaditya wasn't doing this out of favour for the Rautelas, he was doing it all just because he knew what they'd done to his lovely Riddhima. Riddhima was a pure soul, she can forgive them but Vikramaditya won't. He'll make sure they pay for everything they did to his Riddhima.
"Ha ha ha....damad ji is perhaps not in a good mood today...."
"You say damad ji once again and you are going home with a broken nose." Vikramaditya wasn't playing. Dhamis gaped at him for a second before running outside the door with their tail between their legs. They all laughed as they left.
"Wow jiju you're awesome...." the youngest one's eyes were twinkling as he gave hi-five to Vikramaditya. Mr. Rautela frowned.
"Not very impressive but what choice do we have." Mr. Rautela spoke, serving himself some halwa. Vikramaditya's complaining eyes watched Mrs. Rautela.
"Shut up ji." she chided him in a whisper. Mr. Rautela whined.

In the early evening Riddhima walked inside the market with Mrs. Radhika. They both have become friends in such a short span of time.
"Did you like those earrings?? I didn't. It was such a huge price for basically a trash." Riddhima said. Mrs. Radhika chuckled.
"Absolutely not. I didn't like them as well. Hey, wanna have some gol gappe!!!" she asked childishly. Riddhima's eyes twinkled. Who can say no to gol gappes!!!
"Yes." and they both were standing near the stall of gol gappe. Outside of her knowledge, a pair of deep hazel eyes watched her as she was having fun stuffing gol gappes inside her mouth. He wasn't stalking, he just wanted to make sure she was fine. The market is infested with vermins sometimes and he believed it was his responsibility to have a close watch at what his woman was upto. He admired her from a distance, smiling as she failed to stuff a full gol gappa inside her tiny mouth. He wondered what else will look good inside that tiny mouth of her. And instantly his little guy was up and erect. He hoped people around weren't noticing that big bulge in his pants.
"Riddhima it's a challenge, if you eat this without breaking it, I'm paying the bill." Mrs. Radhika challenged her, laughing. Riddhima slapped her hand on her head and chuckled. From afar he couldn't help but get mesmerized with that innocence of her. How pure and beautiful she looked when she laughed like that. The only misfortune of his was that that she never laughed like this with him. Why can't she smile and laugh with him the way she's laughing and smiling now?? Perhaps if he uses a little more force then probably she'll, under fear of him, start laughing with him. At this point Vikramaditya least cared about his sanity. If to have her he has to sacrifice his sanity and chivalry, he'll happily give this sacrifice.
"I'll try." giggled Riddhima. Her soft giggles were like music to his ears. He can listen to it all day long. But he wasn't ready to allow the world to get a chance to listen to this music. She was his alone, even her smile and tender giggles have his stamp on them.
"1,2,3..." and the gol gappa sadly broke in the middle. Riddhima pouted, mouth full of water. Vikramaditya's fists tightened. Why can't he just go and bite on those soft lips??? Whose permission was he waiting for??? Wasn't she his?? He would've gone and smacked his lips on her but he controlled his urges. Inwardly he smirked cruelly. Poor she had no idea that he counted every second. The longer she makes him wait the more painful would be the nights for her on his bed. Indeed he would punish her for teasing him. After all under this civilized attire he was a complete monster.
"Uh oh!!! We both split the bill.....ha ha ha.... I'm just kidding, I'll pay don't worry." Mrs. Radhika said, fishing out the fifty rupee note from inside the purse. Riddhima resisted.
"No...."
"Shut up, I'm older than you ok. Don't worry, we'll come again next time and you can pay the bill then." Mrs. Radhika told her. Riddhima pouted. Vikramaditya chuckled watching that adorable pout.

Mrs. Radhika sat in the taxi and left for her house was a little uphill while Riddhima lived far downhill, though above Vikramaditya's mansion. She herself was looking for a taxi. Thankfully one arrived. She gave him the directions and he asked her to sit.
"Bhaiya please drive a little faster. It's going to be dark soon." the driver nodded. However, before he could start the taxi an orange Lamborghini pulled up just across the taxi. Riddhima shuddered as she saw him coming out of the lavish car. He was dressed up in a dark sea green suit and looked dapper in those Ray-Ban sunglasses. Riddhima's heartbeat rose as he approached the taxi.
"Bhaiya please start the taxi." she whispered to the driver but he was himself stunned. Vikramaditya placed his hand on the roof of the taxi and leaned over so he could see her clearly through the open window.
"My jaan is travelling in a taxi. Am I dead??? Hmm. C'mon, come out I'll drop you home." he offered ceremoniously. Riddhima gulped as she looked at the driver.
"Bhaiya please start the taxi..." she told him, trying to ignore him. Vikramaditya faked a pain in his chest.
"Ouchhh that hurts!!! You can't ignore me like this jaan..." he said with a suave. Riddhima, literally was alone on the road. She can't even scream. As if she would've screamed in a road full of people.
"Maalkin, Maalik is a hero. Why do you ignore him like this??" the taxi driver was also a fan of Vikramaditya. Vikramaditya smirked as he removed his sunglasses. Riddhima looked at him as if he'd grown horns.
"Fine if you don't wanna take me then be it. I'll find another taxi." she grumbled as she came out of the car. Vikramaditya adored her as she slammed the taxi's door.
"Idiot." she cursed him. Vikramaditya gestured him to leave and he left obediently.
"Here's your taxi madam and this 6'5 handsome man is your driver. Besides for driving, this driver gives some additional services as well." he said mischievously, arms outstretched. Riddhima narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'll never keep this driver in my entire life." she muttered and turned her heels to leave. However, immediately she was grabbed by her wrist and pulled to his muscular chest. Her back hit her chest and immediately she sensed a distinct warmth spreading inside her own body. Why was he always so warm?? Mostly boys are. He pressed his nose in the crook of her neck as she struggled in his arms.
"Too bad, this driver owns you." and he started leaving kisses all along her neck. Tears welled up in Riddhima's eyes. She was all alone on the road. Vikramaditya easily loses his sanity. What was she supposed to do??? She can't even run.
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