Dance with the Danger (Part-1)

                                    

                                          
Note -This TS is not taken from any particular episode of immj2, here Kabir is a nice guy and he's a policeman and Riddhima was just his assistant (he sent Riddhima as a Spy to Vansh for knowing about his illegal businesses)but here is a twist am introducing a new character "Siddarth Verma" as Riddhima's ex boyfriend.



Let's start✨


The grand ballroom of VR Mansion shimmered under the warm, golden lights. Riddhima felt out of place as she stepped inside. The masquerade ball was buzzing with chatter, laughter, and the soft sound of violins. Her fingers brushed the smooth fabric of the invitation she had received earlier. There was no sender, just a simple note that made her heart race: "Come alone, or the truth will destroy you."
She hadn't told Vansh about it. She didn't want to worry him-or maybe, deep down, she feared what the truth could mean.
Everyone around her wore masks, their identities hidden behind colorful disguises. But even in the sea of faces, Riddhima felt like someone was watching her, waiting. Her eyes darted around the room until they landed on a figure standing in the corner, his black mask glinting in the light. He stood tall, confident, just like Vansh. But something felt...off.
Riddhima's heart fluttered as she made her way toward him. As she got closer, the man extended his hand to her, not saying a word. The moment she placed her hand in his, a strange feeling crept into her chest. His grip was firm, and the way he moved felt almost practiced, like he was trying to be someone he wasn't.
"You came," the man whispered, pulling her into a slow waltz. His voice was low, almost too calm. Riddhima's breath caught in her throat.
"Why wouldn't I?" she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "Who are you?"
The man let out a soft chuckle, spinning her gracefully as they moved across the ballroom floor. "Why didn't you tell him, Riddhima?" he asked, his lips close to her ear. "Why didn't you tell Vansh about your past?"
Riddhima's breath hitched, her pulse quickening. Her heart pounded so loud she thought he could hear it.
"I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady. But her mind raced. What did he know? And how?
The man's grip on her waist tightened just slightly, enough to make her feel trapped. He smiled-a cold, calculated smile-as he dipped her, then pulled her back up into the dance.
"You can lie to him, but you can't lie to me," he whispered, his eyes boring into hers. "I know everything, Riddhima."
Her body tensed. She looked around the room, hoping to spot Vansh, but everyone was masked, their faces hidden. The guests danced, oblivious to the danger surrounding her.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I want to know why you're hiding from him," the man replied smoothly, leading her in another turn. "Vansh trusts you, doesn't he? But trust... is fragile. Secrets break trust."
Riddhima's mind spun with panic. She was trapped in this ballroom with a stranger who seemed to know everything about her-everything she thought she had buried.
"I'm not hiding anything," she insisted, her voice sharper now, trying to push back against his words.
The man chuckled again, the sound low and dark. "You're a terrible liar, Riddhima. I know about your past. You think Vansh will accept you once he finds out? Do you think he'll still look at you the same way?"
Riddhima clenched her teeth, her hands trembling in his. "Vansh loves me," she said firmly, but even she could hear the doubt creeping into her voice.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. "For now, maybe. But when he finds out what you did..."