Sunday, 6 August 2017

PART 17: : Ehsaas

Armaan and Riddhima spent the rest of the day sight seeing and roaming around Ooty. They were exhausted by the time they got back to the hotel early in the evening.

Armaan was in no mood to step out again, "Riddhima….show mein jaana zaroori hai? Why don't we just hang out near the fire like last night…..we can order some food and just laze around?"

"Oh Armaan…..I was really looking forward to the music concert, but as you wish," she replied dejectedly.

Armaan hugged her from behind, "OK…Ok…we will go….main jaanta hooh tumhey music ka kitna shauk hai….par jaldi aa jaayenge….OK….I can't wait to get back soon"

"Thanks Armaan! Chalo let's get ready," Riddhima kissed his cheek and headed for the closet.

She wore the beautiful red sari, Armaan had helped select at the sari store in Ramgarh. Armaan wore his black suit with a red tie, the same outfit as he wore on their engagement.

Armaan admired Riddhima's slim figure in the beautiful chiffon material. She was too distracting for him- he could barely get dressed for the occasion.

His eyes followed Riddhima as she sat on the bed; she bent down to put on her sandals. Armaan could not resist the sight and sat at her feet. Throwing her sandals away, he kissed her feet. Riddhima was startled at his sudden tender touch; she looked into his eyes and saw the familiar intensity in them. Her heart started pounding as she sensed the arousal in his eyes. His lips traversed upwards, driving her to new dizzying heights.

Before long, they were both groaning and their once neatly ironed clothes were all over the floor.

Armaan whispered, "jaane se pehle tax bharnaa padhta hai Mrs. Malik!"

Riddhima just moaned, "collector sahib, aapko permission ki zaroorat kab se hone lagi?"

After a passionate session, they got ready once again, stealing seductive glances at each other.


The dinner concert was held in the hotel banquet room. The guests were guided to their dinner tables by the hotel staff. Armaan and Riddhima managed to get a cozy table in one corner. They ordered some food and settled into their seats. They sat together,  holding hands. Armaan saw Anjali enter the hall surrounded by photographers and her staff. She wore a beautiful black shoulder-less dress with a shawl covering her fractured hand. She smiled at all the guests and then spotted her handsome doctor in the corner.

Armaan put his arm around Riddhima and averted his gaze from Anjali's. He buried his face in Riddhima's hair and whispered, "room mein kab chalna hai?"

Riddhima laughed, "abhi tho aye hain…dekho tumhari patient bhi aayi hai….she is the chief guest isn't she?"

"Whatever!" Armaan just kissed her ear and ignored Anjali. Anjali was not too happy about Armaan's snub. She knew he had seen her, but was purposely ignoring her and openly flirting with his wife.

Anjali walked over to their table, "Hello Dr! Hello Mrs Malik! I am glad you accepted MYinvitation…I hope you enjoy the show"

Riddhima smiled, "Thanks Anjaliji….I am a big fan of Roop ji….aapne tho meri shaam banaa di."

Armaan snuggled closer to Riddhima and looked up, "Hello Anjali ji! Thanks again!"

Anjali just gave them a cold smile and said, "enjoy the show!" and left for her table where her chamchas were eagerly waiting for her.

Roop Kumar Rathod finally arrived and started the evening with this beautiful song from "Anwar"

maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 4
aankhein teri - 2, kitni haseen
ki inkaa aashiq, mein ban gayaa hoon
mujhako basaa le, iname tu
(ishq hai
maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 2) - 3

ki inakaa aashiq, mein ban gayaa hoon
mujhako basaa le, iname tu

mujhase yeh har ghadi, meraa dil kahe
tum hi ho usaki aarzoo
mujhase yeh har ghadi, mere lab kahe
teri hi ho sab guftagoo
baatein teri itni haseen, main yaad inko jab kartaa hoon
phoolon si aaye, khushaboo

As the beautiful ghazal went on, Armaan could not hold himself and kept kissing and snuggling against his wife. Anjali's roving eye kept glancing at the very much in love couple, a plastic smile on the outside but fuming inside.

rakh loon chhupaa ke main kahin tujhako
saayaa bhi teraa naa main doon
rakh loon banaa ke kahin ghar, main tujhe
saath tere, main hi rahoon
julfen teri, itni ghani
dekh ke inako, yeh sochataa hoon
saaye me, inake main jiyoon
(ishq hai
maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 2) - 3

(meraa dil yahi bolaa, meraa dil yahi bolaa,
yaara raaj yeh usane hai mujh par kholaa
ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil mein
usko pasand karta hai maulaa) – 3

After the song was over, Anjali was asked to come on the stage and say a few words.

Anjali obliged and took the microphone.

After the usual introductions and praising the singer, she thanked the audience for their love and care for her and her movies.

Then she looked at Armaan, who was still lost in Riddhima's eyes and announced, "I would also like to thank someone else tonight, someone who has made my stay in Ooty very memorable, without whom I would still be in pain- DR ARMAAN MALIK!" She pointed towards Armaan and welcomed him to the stage. Everyone turned around to see who this lucky Dr was?

Riddhima elbowed Armaan, "Armaan…jao tumhey stage par bula rahe hain."

Armaan got up and slowly walked to the front of the room.

"Dr Armaan Malik is here on his honeymoon, but he has been so sweet and caring- in hone mere accident ke baad mera poora treatment kiya hai and that to free of charge….aaj kal ke zamaane mein aise log kahan milte hain? Aaj kal medicine bhi ek business ki tarah hai, par Dr Malik has shown me that there are still saints in this world"

Riddhima had tears in her eyes; she was very proud of her husband. She was happy for the recognition he was getting.

Armaan was pleasantly surprised that Anjali was actually complementing him for his work and dedication, rather than give him seductive looks as she normally did.

He came up on the stage and thanked her, "I am honored if I could help you Ms Rai"

"Tho aap kahan practice karte hain Dr Malik?" she asked, "we would love it if you came to Mumbai"

"Jee main abhi apni training khatam kar raha hoon…I am in a small town called Ramgarh near Pune, but I plan to stay there after my training is over," he smiled and looked at Riddhima.

Riddhima could not believe her ears; she had never asked Armaan what he would do after his year-long training was over, but what she heard was music to her ears. Her eyes welled up again as she could not contain her happiness.

"Ramgarh? Aisa kya special hai wahan?" Anjali was baffled.

"Jee….main waise tho Mumbai ka rehne waala hoon, par ab mera dil Ramgarh ka hi hai!" he gave a seductive smile to his wife.

Anjali was not very pleased with his answer, but tried to keep a fake smile on her face, "Very well Dr Malik….ab hum sab aapke paas Ramgarh hi aayenge ilaaj ke liye."

The audience laughed at that comment and applauded loudly.

Armaan thanked everyone again and walked down the stage.

Anjali was burning inside. She took her seat as the concert continued and thought, "dekhti hoon kab tak bach paayega mujhsey? Aaj nahin tho kal main Dr Malik ko apna banaa kar hi rahoongi….badaa aaya Ramgarh waala….i can bet he will be back in Mumbai one day!"

After the concert, Armaan and Riddhima strolled around in the beautiful gardens of the hotel. They sat on a bench under the moonlit sky. Armaan lay down with his head on Riddhima's lap.

Riddhima stroked his hair and asked, "Armaan…aaj mujhey tum par bahut garv hua….mujhey nahin pata tha ki tum training ke baad Ramgarh mein hi rehna chahte ho"

Armaan touced her face and said, "Mujhey bhi nahin pataa tha….par main is baare mein jitna soch ta hoon, utna mujhey lagta hai ki meri zaroorat Ramgarh mein zyaada hai…..Mumbai mein nahin…..aur phir tum bhi tho maa aur Dr Misra se door rehna pasand nahin karogi….after all they are so dependent on you."

Riddhima was really touched by his thoughtfulness. She had tears in her eyes once again, with a heavy voice she said, "Armaan……I love you……main tumsey bahut pyaar karti hoon…….tum…tum…..mare liye sab kuch ho ab," she turned her face away to hide the steady flow of tears.

Armaan got up and hugged her, "Riddhima, as long as we are together, nothing else matters…samjhi? Chalo ab rona band karo….let's go back….mujhey thand lag rahi hai….you know what I mean?" he winked at her and carried her in his arms. He carried her through the garden towards their cottage.

Anjali was standing in the patio of her cottage and saw Armaan carrying his wife.

She could not take it anymore; how she longed to be in the handsome doctor's muscular arms-she had to have him at any cost!

Anjali's conniving mind could not help noticing that Armaan was appreciative of her when she praised his work and dedication. She knew that boosting a man's ego was the best way to get his attention.

She knew what she had to do now! Instead of seduction, she would have to work on massaging his ego.

Armaan and Riddhima reached their cottage, but could barely even shut the door behind them as their passions ruled their hearts once again.

They spent another night near the fire, kindling each other with their warmth and love.

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