I leaked the video

*I remember the days when I spent my time cooped up in my bed with books around me. Getting lost in the stories, forgetting about the real world and dreading any conversation. I just wanted to sit and relax in peace, imagining myself in places I would never be, situations I would never face and feeling emotions I never experienced.

*But now, my own life is a story. A good novel that I don't want to part with.

*I wake up feeling like a million bucks, energized and eager for the day ahead and not the next chapter. I go to bed sometimes in his arms and other times imagining his arms around me. I am discovering more of myself, I am sharing how I feel and doing things that make me happy.

*I still read, because I love reading but now, I am not getting lost. I am living my own life not somebody else's.

*And Vansh is the reason.

*He is taking me on rides I used to take alone, he is making me see what I used to read, he is making feel things I only imagined.

T*his isn't just my story anymore, it is ours.

*Ours forever and I'll be damned if I let my head ruin it.*

"Wow", Vansh gasped softly as he shut the book and pulled the body sleeping next to him a little closer.

Placing a soft kiss on her naked shoulder, he untangled himself and got up to prepare some early dinner. It was five in the evening and the golden hour that shined through the windows painted the whole room in its colour. It was cosy and beautiful.

The light reflected from her sleeping figure, her beautiful doe eyes closed and her face relaxed. She looked peaceful and he loved seeing her this way.

After their conversation in the morning, they felt relieved, freer and emotional. They kissed, moving closer and closer until they lost themselves into each other.

Clothes started flying and heartbeats increased, they made love in a way that was filled with promises. Promises to be better, to love unconditionally, to fight together and to stay forever. It was slow and sensual, love-filled in every thrust.

As they reached their peaks, the morning exhaustion crawled up their bodies and before they knew it, they were yawning in sleep.

"Can I read your book?", he asked as he cuddled her little body.

She yawned, "Sure", as her eyelids closed and sleep swept her away.

Vansh loved this girl and after reading her emotions and the wonders of her brain, he loved her more. He never doubted their relationship, but if there ever was, this book flushed them all away.

The words written on those sheets were raw, pure and beautiful. Though it sometimes got difficult to understand the jumbled words and handwriting, the writing was enthralling. She had talent in her words, and he was pulled right in.

From the moment he started reading, he forgot about everything else and experienced everything she wrote. Her deepest desires, fears, secrets, were all laid out for him to read and he smiled in the trust she had bestowed.

Standing in the kitchen with a giddy smile on his face, he searched through the cupboards. He decided to prepare the best pasta anyone had ever tasted and cracking his knuckles loudly, he began his job.

Shreya shifted when she felt something smooth nuzzling her neck. Rolling to her left, she moved away from the nozzle and cuddled into the soft, fluffy blanket. The cool breeze on her naked back disturbed her, but she was too comfortable to adjust.

Vansh bent down and placed a soft kiss on her dimples in the back and smiled at her cute butt shake. He started trailing soft, loving kisses up her back and before he reached her neck, she was facing him and her hands wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer to meet his lips.

She tasted his love and the unimaginable patience he had bestowed her with. Bewitched with the motion of his lips, she moaned in his mouth.

The heady scent of him mixed with fragrant kitchen spices elicited an unwelcome growl from her stomach. Awkward, she laughed.

"Let's eat", he said as he straightened himself.

Holding the blanket close to her chest, she smiled, "I'll be out in a minute"

"Why you covering?", he pouted as he pulled Shreya to her feet.

Coughing, she laughed, "Not a nudist. You go, I'll be out in a minute"

Reluctant in his steps, he walked out of the room and started setting the table.

Beautiful white lilies stood smiling in the vase and few white rose petals were randomly spread on the table. The setting sun blanketed the room in its warm hues inviting itself through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Shreya entered the dining room with a slight stumble in her steps in a simple white floral dress. She left her hair open and applied minimal make-up - some blush and lip tint.

"How do you manage to take my breath away even in the simplest of outfits?", he asked as he walked closer to his wife.

Smiling, he kissed her cheek, said, "You are beautiful", and picked her up in his arms.

"I can walk", whined Shreya but wrapped her hands around his neck either way.

"Of course you can, but you don't have to. I'm pretty sure you are exhausted and sore"

"Well, yes, I am sore and it's all because of you"

He dropped her in her seat and bowed dramatically. "Thank you"

"That was not a compliment", she sasses as she raised her brows.

"What do you mean? I did a number on you yesterday", he smirked as he flipped his hair and took his seat.

"Eight. You did eight numbers on me yesterday"

"I'm proud of me"

She rolled her eyes, "At least someone is"

Ignoring her reaction, he served the dish and her consequent growl brought a chuckle.
"This looks and smells delicious. Thank you", she said before she dug into it.

They ate in comfortable silence with the occasional moans and compliments from Shreya's side. Once they were done with dinner, he started cleaning up and asked her to wait in bed. Reluctantly, she did as told and lay down on the bed after arranging pillows for some cuddling.

A few minutes later, "Shreya", Vansh called and he entered into the room.

She looked up with a smile but he wasn't smiling. He looked serious. Dropping the smile from her own, she asked, concerned, "Is something wrong?"

He walked closer to the bed and sat down beside her while she propped herself on the headrest.

"Ansh called"

"Is he alright? What did he say?", she asked concerned with the worrying tone he used.

"Yeah, he is fine. He called to inform about the video", Vansh said as he took her hand in his, making soft circles with his thumb.

Shreya straightened a little and probed him with her eyes. With her heart thumping against her ribcage, she gulped some air into her system.

"So, the man, he didn't post it. His name is Lakhan and he was just some random bloke who was obsessed with you. He followed you on Instagram and was like a very obsessed fan of yours and so when he found the video, he turned crazy and wanted you all for himself.

After finding that you were marrying the guy in this video, he was pissed and decided, if he can't have you, nobody should and thus tried to create a scene on the wedding."

Shreya sat silent, contemplating everything he just said. In the back of her head, she always knew that man wasn't really of much importance, he was kinda like a messenger but it was still hard to digest this information.

She had invariably caused an obsession in someone and now, she was paying for it.

She knew it wasn't her fault, she couldn't decide how someone reacted to her posts so logically, she had nothing whatsoever to do with his obsession. But don't we blame drugs because they can cause addiction?

She couldn't help but wonder, was she an addiction then? A negative addiction? And should be banned?
Before she could answer any of these thoughts, another thought popped in her head. What if the man had decided to kill her or worse, kidnap her? What would have happened to her?

With chills spreading in her body, she asked, hesitant and afraid, "What's going to happen with him?"

"He didn't do anything illegal except for crashing the wedding, so the police can't do much. BUt they are sending him to a psychiatrist so he can learn how to better cope with his obsession. In the meantime, you can issue a restraining order against him so he doesn't follow you or harm you in any way"

"Okay", she nodded.

She bit her lip as a boulder-sized question sat on her mind. She didn't know how to ask it, she didn't want to offend him but she had to ask.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she asked, "How did the video get out in the first place? I am not trying to accuse you or anything, but you were the only one to have this video, how did it go out?"

She saw him visibly swallow and with wide, apologetic and guilty eyes, he said, "You have every reason to accuse me"

"What do you mean?"

"It was because of me. I leaked the video"