Riddhima's voice dripped with authority as she spoke, her eyes flashing with possession. "You should know, Vansh, who you belong to. Whose your master." She emphasized each word, her tone firm but seductive. Vansh's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with desire and submission. He lay before her, naked and vulnerable, his body sprawled across the bed. The soft glow of the bedside lamps cast a warm light on his skin, illuminating the contours of his muscles.

Riddhima's hands moved swiftly, cuffing his wrists to the bedrest with sleek, silver handcuffs. The sound of clicking metal echoed through the room, a sharp, crisp sound that seemed to reverberate through Vansh's entire body. He tensed, his muscles flexing as he tested the restraints. But they held firm, securing him to the bed. Riddhima's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Vansh's chest rose and fell with each breath, his eyes never leaving hers.

The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken desires and unresolved conflicts. Riddhima's gaze roamed over Vansh's body, her eyes lingering on the curves and contours of his muscles. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, the submission that he couldn't quite hide. And she knew that she had him right where she wanted him. Vansh, the powerful and ruthless businessman, was at her mercy. And she was determined to make the most of it.

Vansh's chest heaved, his breathing quickening as he struggled against the restraints. His eyes locked onto Riddhima's, burning with a mixture of desire and desperation. "Riddhima..." Her name was a plea, a promise, and a warning all at once. It was a desperate attempt to reach out to her, to connect with her on a deeper level. But Riddhima's expression remained unreadable, her smile a thin, cruel line that seemed to cut through the air.

Riddhima's smile curved, her lips painted a deep, bold red. The color seemed to gleam in the dim light, drawing Vansh's gaze like a magnet. "You're mine, Vansh," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. "Body, heart, and soul." The words seemed to hang in the air, a challenge and a promise all at once. Vansh's eyes flashed with a mixture of fear and desire as he realized the true extent of Riddhima's power over him. He was trapped, bound by his own desires and weaknesses. And Riddhima was the one holding the keys.

The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires and unresolved conflicts. Vansh's chest heaved, his breathing quickening as he struggled against the restraints. But Riddhima just laughed, a low, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate through the air. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of Vansh's face, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

Riddhima's fingers danced across her skin, undoing the buttons of her blouse with a deliberate slowness that left Vansh breathless. The fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing her lace-clad breasts, which seemed to glow in the soft light of the room. Vansh's gaze feasted on her beauty, his eyes burning with desire as he took in the sight of her nearly naked body. He could feel his own body responding to the sight of her, his muscles tensing with anticipation.

With a sly smile, Riddhima shed her skirt, revealing her matching lace panties. The fabric was so sheer that Vansh could see the outline of her body beneath it, and he felt his desire for her spike to new heights. Her hands grasped his waist, positioning herself above him with a confidence that was both captivating and intimidating. Vansh felt a shiver run down his spine as she lowered herself onto him, her hips slowly rocking back and forth in a rhythm that seemed to match the beating of his own heart.

Vansh's eyes rolled back, his body succumbing to her rhythm as she rode him with a slow, sensual pace. He could feel himself getting lost in the sensation of her body moving against his, the friction between them building to a crescendo that threatened to consume him whole. Riddhima's hands grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she increased her pace, her body moving faster and faster until Vansh felt like he was going to explode. And yet, even as he felt himself hurtling towards the edge of control, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at Riddhima's power over him. She was a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding, and Vansh felt grateful to be along for the ride.

"How dare you, Mr. Raisinghania, to announce another woman as your wife," Riddhima spat, her words dripping with venom as she increased her pace, her hips moving faster and faster as she rode Vansh with a fierce intensity. Her eyes blazed with anger, her face twisted in a scowl as she glared down at Vansh, who was helpless to respond, his body trapped beneath hers, his wrists bound to the bed by the silver handcuffs.

"You think you can just discard me like a used tissue, Mr. Raisinghania?" Riddhima's voice rose, her words tumbling out in a furious cascade. "You think you can just replace me with some other woman, some woman who doesn't know you, who doesn't love you?" Her laughter was cold and mirthless, a sound that sent shivers down Vansh's spine. "You're a fool, Mr. Raisinghania. You're a fool to think that you can ever replace me."

Vansh's eyes fluttered closed as Riddhima's lips grazed his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Her words still echoed in his mind, a bitter reminder of the pain he had caused her. He knew he had hurt her, but he had never realized the depth of her emotions until now.

Riddhima's lips continued their gentle assault, tracing a path of fire down Vansh's chest. His skin tingled, his muscles tensing as he struggled to maintain control. But it was no use - Riddhima's touch was like a key, unlocking a deep well of desire within him. He felt himself getting lost in the sensation, his mind clouding with a haze of lust.

Vansh's thoughts were a jumbled mess of emotions, his mind struggling to reconcile his desire for Riddhima with his need for revenge. He tried to remind himself that she had been with his enemy, that she had betrayed him in the worst possible way. He tried to focus on the anger and hurt that had driven him to announce another woman as his wife. But as Riddhima's lips crashed down on his, all rational thought fled his mind.

Her kiss was like a wildfire, burning hot and out of control. Vansh felt himself getting swept up in the inferno, his body responding to Riddhima's touch with a ferocity that left him breathless. He tried to push her away, to remind himself of his anger and hurt. But Riddhima's lips were relentless, devouring his with a hunger that left him gasping for air.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, passion and desire entwined like the threads of a rich tapestry. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, the sound of their ragged breathing and the soft clinking of the handcuffs binding Vansh to the bedframe the only soundtrack they needed. As they rode the wave of ecstasy, their bodies seemed to melt into each other, becoming one in a way that transcended the physical.

Riddhima's voice whispered in Vansh's ear, her words sending shivers down his spine. "You'll never belong to anyone else," she promised, her tone a husky whisper that seemed to vibrate through every cell in Vansh's body. The words were a claim, a statement of ownership that seemed to resonate deep within Vansh's soul. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the truth of her words - he was hers, body and soul, and he would never be free of her again.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Vansh lay back against the pillows, his chest heaving with exertion. Riddhima lay on top of him, her body warm and heavy, her face buried in the crook of his neck. The handcuffs still bound him to the bedframe, a reminder of his surrender to Riddhima's desires.

.........

As Vansh slowly opened his eyes, the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. He remembered the way Riddhima had touched him, the way she had kissed him, and the way she had taken control of his body. He remembered the passion that had consumed them both, the way their bodies had moved in perfect sync. And he remembered the way Riddhima had whispered in his ear, her words sending shivers down his spine.

But as he sat up in bed, looking around the room, he realized that Riddhima was nowhere to be found. The room was quiet and still, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. Vansh's eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of Riddhima, but she was gone. He looked down at his hands, realizing that they were no longer bound by the handcuffs. But as he looked down at his body, he realized that he was still naked, the sheets tangled around his legs.

Vansh threw off the covers and got out of bed, looking around the room for any sign of Riddhima. But she was truly gone, leaving behind only the memories of their passionate night together. Vansh's mind was a jumble of emotions, his thoughts racing with questions. Where had Riddhima gone? Why had she left him like this? And what did she plan to do next?

.......

Vansh's eyes scanned the mansion, searching for any sign of Riddhima, but she was nowhere to be found. He turned his attention to Ishani, who was staring at him with a mixture of shock and confusion. "Ishani, have you seen Riddhima anywhere?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. But Ishani's response was not what he had expected. 

She looked at him as if she had seen a ghost, her eyes wide with incredulity. "What are you saying, bhai?" she asked, her voice trembling. "She went away from here after you announced Ahana as your wife!" Ishani's words were like a punch to the gut, leaving Vansh breathless and reeling.