Friday, 22 March 2019

part 43 : Tumhare hum


I slowly open my eyes this blissful morning to see Armaan's face so close to my own. I look down to see our hands and legs entwined. I smile as I look up to see his innocent expressions as he sleeps. He looks absolutely adorable… well he probably did every morning, but this morning is special. I am in the arms of the man I am madly in love with. I snuggle closer, noting how we fit together perfectly. I guess he always was my other half. I can't help myself from leaning over and pressing my soft lips to his. His eyes flutter open catching me red handed. A lazy smile spreads across his face as he sees me so close. He murmurs against my cheek, "Hi beautiful." I skim my hand over his stubble, smiling,
"Hi gorgeous." He releases me to outstretch his arms to yawn while I try to slip out of bed unnoticed and into the shower before getting caught up in another love making session. He quickly grabs hold of me, pins me to the mattress underneath, and leaves me no room for escape. He asks huskily, "…And where do you think you're going?" I free a hand and point saying, "To the bathroom, now Armaan please let me go… I need a shower…" I start pouting hoping that he will comply, but of course being the romantic he is, he scoops me up in his strong arms and leads us to the bathroom agreeing, "Good idea. What a perfect way to start the morning?" I smack his chest as he kicks the door closed and turns on the warm water, drowning us in our passion.

I walk out the bathroom, wearing a blue salwar kameez and a goofy smile accompanying my face. Armaan comes up behind me, throws me over his shoulder, and then dumps me onto the bed while I continuously slap his back. He drops his head on my stomach and closes his eyes to rest. I study Armaan's gorgeous face as I rake my hands through his hair. He suddenly looks up at me saying, "Riddhima…" I reply, "Hmm…" He dreamily says, "If this is a dream… then I never want to wake up…" I press my hand to his cheek replying, "It's not a dream Armaan… and promise me that you'll never leave me… no matter what I do…" Armaan looks towards me and kisses my hand saying, "I promise nothing will come between us again… I'll make sure of it!"



I become lost in my thoughts again until I hear Armaan say, "Riddhima…" I laugh, "Yeah…" He asks innocently, "You were with Armaan yesterday right?" He lifts his head and I sit up replying, "Yeah, he wanted to tell me the truth about our break up… and I'm really happy he did." He grazes his lips over mine murmuring, "I'm happy he did too." I snuggle closer to him, happily saying, "Did you know Armaan is married to Riddhima?" He laughs, "Really? Hmm… well now that explains their constant bickering. So… you're not mad at him anymore?" I sigh, "Well…when he told me the truth, I was really mad at him for asking you to do something so selfish, but now that I think about it, it's like you said last night 'it was in our destiny.' Maybe all this happened because we were too immature back then to know what love is or because our relationship was based on a challenge… so I guess in a way it's better that we are older and wiser now because of this *ahem* experience we went through." Armaan laughs, "You mean your sweet revenge?" I nervously laugh, "Yeah… that."



He slowly encircles his arms around me and whispers in my ear, "So what do you want to do today?" I lean back against his chest and state, "Whatever you want to do…" His grip on my waist tightens as he whispers in my ear, "I'm alright with just staying here all day and night…" I jab my elbow to his gut and he loosens his hold on me while groaning in pain. I roll my eyes at his fakeness and reply, "Armaan we have been here in Switzerland for weeks now and we only have three days left here. If we were going to spend the majority of our vacation in a hospital and a hotel room then we might as well have stayed at home!" I fold my arms across my chest and unknowingly start pouting. Armaan laughs, "Alright well… there is an anniversary party tonight of Dad's friend's and he wants us to go to…" I smack Armaan's arm exclaiming, "Why didn't you tell me this before?!" Armaan replies, "Oww… I kind of didn't want to go so… I didn't want to tell you. I mean come on you don't really want to go, right?" I frown and he sighs, "Fine, we'll go…" I kiss his cheek replying, "Good." We then go get ready to get the couple a gift for their anniversary.



Later in the day, I start getting ready for the party, looking through all the options I have to wear. Armaan casually waltzes into the room and I complain, "Armaan I don't know what to wear?" He hugs me from behind and says, "You look beautiful in anything…" I smile and pull out a turquoise and black heavily embroidered sari. I start applying my makeup and fixing up my hair. Soon Armaan steps out of the bathroom wearing a matching turquoise shirt with a black suit. He comes up behind me and trails his fingers down my exposed back. Feeling his gentle touch, my breath becomes uneven and butterflies flutter in my stomach. I close my eyes as I feel his breath tickling my neck while he stares at our reflection in the mirror. He whispers, "We look perfect." I open my eyes to see what he is looking at. I smile and lean back against him replying, "We do don't we?" He brings his arms around me pulling me closer, letting the moment sink in.



We eventually get in the car and drive to Papa's friend's house. Armaan and I make our way inside. A middle-aged couple comes up to us and we congratulate them on their anniversary. The man says, "Armaan, I'm so glad you could make it… oh and who is this beautiful woman next to you?" Armaan smiles, "Uncle, this is my wife Riddhima and Riddhima this is Mahen and Nikhila Shergill." I touch their feet and take their blessings. Mahen Uncle says, "Oh Armaan, Shiv is around here and I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see you again!" Armaan whispers to me something along the lines of, "God I hate Shiv…" I cover up my chuckle with my hand and he looks at me amused.



Armaan and I head over towards the bar hand in hand and I whisper in his ear, "Armaan don't drink too much tonight…" He whispers back, "Why is something going on later?" I slap his arm and he orders us some drinks. Before Armaan can get my drink from the bartender, another hand comes in between us. This man takes my drink in his hand and presents it in front of me. My eyes trail his arm and eventually leading to his face. He is quite a handsome guy, but nothing compared to Armaan of course. Judging from his smirk, I could tell he was too full of himself. The man continues to stand in between Armaan and me. He says, "Here you go beautiful" as he hands me my drink. Armaan rolls his eyes and sighs. The man finally acknowledges Armaan's presence and he exclaims a little sarcastically, "ARMAAN! It's good to see you man!" Armaan half smiles and says, "It's good to see you too Shiv." Shiv smirks, "I'll bet, so…" turning his attention to me he continues, "Care for a dance beautiful?"



I stand there frozen as my lips try to form a sentence, "I actually…" Shiv takes my hand reply, "Great!" I walk away with Shiv with a confused look on my face, not knowing what just happened. I look back to see Armaan leaning against the bar not doing anything, almost as if I had asked for this. I give Armaan a helpless smile and glance at Shiv's face and back to the bar, but find Armaan missing from the spot. Someone in a deep voice announces, "I would like to sing a song for Mahen Uncle and Nikhila Auntie's 30th wedding anniversary. I hope my wife and I will be just blessed as the two of you!" I know it is Armaan and my eyes continuously search around for him in the crowd until I start hearing someone playing a guitar in the background. I know in a heartbeat that he is going to sing In Dino from the movie Life in a Metro.



Armaan comes into view holding a guitar.

I never knew he could play the guitar that too so well!

I smile to myself knowing only he would do something like

this when seeing me in the arms of another man.

He keeps his passionate gaze only on me as he sings.

In dino

Dil mera

Mujhse hai keh raha

Tu khaab sacha, tu jee le zara

Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat

Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat

Shiv looks at Armaan annoyed because my attention is

completely on Armaan. I feel so proud of him for not acting jealous…

he really does trust me. I blush and

lower my gaze as I see fire in Armaan's eyes.

In dino

Dil mera

Mujhse hai keh raha

Tu khaab sacha, tu jee le zara

Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat

Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat

Shiv keeps trying to get my attention by snapping his fingers

in front of me, but I all I look at is Armaan.

It's like he is a new person to me.

I finally have the fortune to see him in a whole new light.

I can finally enjoy this romantic aspect of him.

Berang si hai badi zindagi kuch rang to bharoon

Main apni tanhayi ke vaaste ab kuch toh karoon

Berang si hai badi zindagi kuch rang to bharoon

Main apni tanhayi ke vaaste ab kuch toh karoon

Armaan walks past the couples on the dance floor

with the guitar and his hand in his pocket.

He tries looking sad, but only I could see him wink in my direction.

I hide my laughter as Armaan makes a fist and

a gesture as if he wanted to beat up Shiv.

Jab mile thodi fursaat

Jab mile thodi fursaat

Mujhse karle mohabbat

Hai tujhe bhi izaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat

Armaan stands next to me, but is turned away and

sings in my direction as if asking me to come to him

when I'm done with Shiv. He turns towards me and

I look at him helplessly while he laughs shaking his head.

Usko chupa kar main sabse kabhi le chaloon kahin door...

Aankhon ke pyaalon se peeta rahoon uske chehre ka noor

Usko chupa kar main sabse kabhi le chaloon kahin door...

Aankhon ke pyaalon se peeta rahoon uske chehre ka noor

Armaan places a hand on Shiv's shoulder and

cuts in between us. I willingly place my hand in Armaan's as

he glides us away from Shiv, who looks royally pissed off now.

My hands link around Armaan's neck, while his hands rest on my hips.

Armaan stares at my face as if he is looking for the first time.

Is zamaane se chupkar

Is zamaane se chupkar

Puri karloon main hasraat

Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat

Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat

My hand runs down his face, resting on his lips.

Armaan glances over at the people around us,

making me remove my hand quickly.

I turn away from Armaan feeling shy for doing that

in front of so many people. Armaan smiles and

walks away grabbing the guitar again.

In dino

Dil mera

Mujhse hai keh raha

Tu khaab sacha, tu jee le zara

Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat

Hai tujhe bhi ijaazat, karle tu bhi mohabbat

I slowly turn around to find Armaan gone.

My eyes start searching, but stop because

I hear him singing from behind me.

I turn around to see him looking at me lovingly.

He end the song by playing the guitar.



Everyone starts applauding Armaan's performance and Mahen Uncle and Nikhila Auntie come over to Armaan, thanking him for singing the song. I slowly walk over to Armaan and he smirks. As soon as I get to him, he asks, "So how did you like my song?" I grab onto Armaan's arm and reply, "You're too good to be true Armaan but, I don't think Shiv liked the song much!" We both start laughing and turn around to see Shiv with a fake smile on his face. Shiv says, "Oh Riddhima, you broke my heart! Why did you marry a guy like Armaan, when I was available?" I sigh, "Oh Shiv… I was looking for someone intelligent, gorgeous, and funny… and don't take this the wrong way, but you don't really fit the profile." Armaan snorts as he suppresses his laughter, while Shiv stalks away mumbling, "Whatever…" Armaan leans down and whispers, "Did I mention how much I love you?" I grin widely and wrap my arms around his neck whispering, "No… but you can show me…" Armaan moves away from me and notices the sparks of passion in my eyes. Armaan grabs hold of my hand and urgently replies, "Let's go…" We quickly leave the party hand in hand with smiles on our faces.



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