Thursday, 9 May 2019

part 51 : Nashaa


"Riddimaa, why just you don't listen to me once?" Arman sat beside her – it was afternoon and her hands were done only.... with Mehndi

"Arman !! what do you want? I should get up from here and go for a nap?" she whispered to him glaring at him

"Yea ! So what ? Can't you get tired ? You are sitting here... for I guess 4 hours !" Arman wrinkled his nose, as he saw ladies gossiping staring at them...

"Arman tum jao Ab !" Riddimaa lowered her head when a pass on comment was made "He won't leave her ! He would stay here till the wedding ! Gossh soo despo !" A girl who was in her hearly 20...
"yea ! so... jealous hun?" Arman shouted back at her with a wide smile.



"Oh yes... ! Please marry me !" few girls ran up to them sitting near their feets, riddimaa giggled seeing small girls in their 20's....




"Oh.... I wish too ! But you this girl right next to me will eat me alive !!!" Arman laughed, as Riddimaa glared at him




"Arman ! Get out ! Now !" she replied




"no way ! I am here till the end of the function I don't trust these guest at all !" Arman told her "Right girls?" Arman asked girls.




"yes... we even enojoy your company ! Lets dance na...!" one of the girl took Arman's hand




"Ohh No... please, I am tired..." Arman made a tired face, leaning his head on Riddima's shoulder – while girls got up to do some dance after smiling at him...




"Arman, why don't you go and rest for a while – in the guest room !" Riddimaa smiled feeling his breathe on her shoulder.




"thats what I am saying lets go both of us will take a small nap !" Arman moved his face away from her shoulder and stared at her – while she just passed a shocking face...




The conversation was broken when the girl who was applying Mehndi said "I need to apply it on feet now... Pull your dress up!"




Riddimaa looked For Muskan and Anjali "I AM coming !" Muskan shouted... from kitchen

"shall I do !" Arman whispered passing a smile to – the girl who was applying it...




"Noo..! Pagal hou ! Every one is looking here... ! Now you go from here Arman ! Before any one comment over your presense !" Riddimaa frowned at him...




"Arman Beta... come with me ! I need you...!" Keerti came, smiling at Riddima's words, which she heard...




"But Aunty You promised that if I help you ! You will let me sit here with her !" Arman kept his head over Riddimaa's shoulder....




"ARMAN !" keerti said in strict voice... Arman made face, after kissing her cheek he went out from the place with keerti...

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"Riddimaa shall we call some one to pick you up... !"Keerti asked, as Anjali and Muskan helped her stand up.... while holding her round Lehenga up till her knee... slowly walking to the downstairs room....




"Though its dry.... but don't peel it off till Morning!" Keerti explained.. as Riddimaa was laid on bed,




"No aunty I wont..." Riddimaa made her self comfortable... "Good night Aunty..." Riddimaa wished...




"Riddimma... you want to come out of this cloths...?" Muskan asked...




"yes..." She made a face




"Ok... we are going out... you should get up and lock it … ! Throw away these cloths... forget about mehendi … ! think about baby... and your health... ! Just wrapped up a sheet and go to sleep !" Muskan said in low voice... Anjali smiled... and made her stand... again... walking to doors... she bid bye to both her great friends.... and locked the door....




Staring at her palm she turned on one light...only to find Arman stand at a corner of room "TUM?" she hissed.. as he step towards her...




"ARMAN!" she whispered his name with warning...




"Riddimaa.... show me your palm..." He hold her hands, and saw her Mehndi already peeling off from places.... "Its already dark !" he spoke,excidtedly...




she smiled and walk in the washroom... he stay quite though he wanted to help her change but he didn't because in end he would have end up loosing his control that was what he didn't wanted...




seeing her coming out in a full length black color night dress – he smiled and placed her on bed, shifting close to her body.... he circled her waist "Good night..." he whispered, kissing her cheek




"Good night Arman, we lived three days almost together !" she whispered back, smiling with close eyes "hmmmm...." burying his face in her neck...

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RIDDIMAA Weds ARMAN.




The house was full of people – rushing from one corner to other, Keerti supervising it as her own daughter marriage... glad and happy to do so too !

Riddimaa was dressed in a red – pure red color lehenga




And Arman was dressed up in a formal suite, black suit... looking really handsome...







Walking across the hall – both of their arms tangled up with eachother – they heard each one of them coming up to them congraulating them for marriage...




"Congratulation Mr and Mrs. Malik..." They both nod to it with a smile, shaking hands with guest....

Riddimaa felt a gust of happiness, remember how they commited to eachother fifteen minute back touching the neckless he made her wear...she felt good and happy about it...




though she didn't say it but her face expressed how happy and satisfyied she felt that moment..

"can't we go in room now?" he whispered




"Why...? whats the problem..?" she asked walking to their friends...

"aree yr, its our first night Remeberr.." he teased, whispreing in her ear




"I remember Arman, but the thing is … we can't celebrate it … you still have to wait for at least 1 month more + 2 weeks..." she whispered back, giggling at Arman's moaning face.




"Man !I want you now !" He winced




"Shhh.. Arman !" she glared as she parted away from him and took a seat with friends... Soon Arman Took a seat beside them while holding Riddimaa's hand on table..




"so mr. and Mrs. Malik how does it feels?" Anjali asked, grining

"Great ! Awsome !" Riddimaa replied




"ya good" Arman replied, leaning on Riddimaa's shoulder hearing every one talking and talking while he just stayed on her shoulder with tiredness....

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Love Maha

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