Friday, 10 May 2019

part 52 : Nashaa


Getting back home, both walk up their room; Rohail stayed at Keerti – his luggage will go their in morning probably, Arman fell on bed the moment her entered– as his eye shutting of due to tiredness.
"Oh now – this is the way to welcome the wife" she spoke sarcastically walking to the dressing,


"Oh I wish to help you there sweet heart – but you know will hate the fact of stopping then !" he retorted turning over in bed, keeping his tilted on pillow and staring at her with a sweet smile..


"Oh well, you aren't here – close to me, isn't my fault !" she showed her tongue to him, as she got ride of her duppata over her head, and then jewelry off one by one..



"Well its obvious that its your fault ! Remember that time ! You seduced me ! You actually forced me to do it with you !" Arman replied, with close eyes – just to feel a comb over his chest "heyy" he frowned, speaking with offence




"Shut up Arman !" She glared at him.




"now you going to do what? Strip in front of me?" Arman grinned pulling his body up, keeping his back on log... for support

"Shut up Arman" she glared at him again, picking up a nighty from the cupboard which was here already...




"why should I ? I mean, it should your punishment ! Yea Punishment that I don't get my wife on my first night of marriage... in bed" he replied, shamelessly... "so in that case you should be punished for not making your husband happy, so I ask you to strip" he grinned widely, crossing his legs, as he stared at her, she picked up her sandal and threw at him




"owww ! Cruel Woman ! Hitting your husband on first day Tch Tch Tch" Arman tossed in bed, hiding his face as she aimed another pile of shoe at him "what will world say? If they saw you beating your sweet innocent husband!" He added, hiding his face with pillow, when he felt a smack on his arm..




"oww Riddimaa !" he took the pillow away of his face to see her standing infront of him, with glaring eyes "woohoo. … look at you ! Why soooo serioous?" copying the 'joker' role played in Batman...




"Shut up Arman for GOD sake!" she turned away angrily. He frowned and hold her hand,

"i was kidding..." he made her sit in front of him... "Ok I am sorry.... my fault..." He added, kissing her cheek




"you don't love me now..." she cried, hiding her face in her palm




"huh? Where did that come from...?" he frowned looking at her shock




"you have started finding fault in me..! you think this baby is … a fault" she cried, shuddering in her place..




"riddimaa... relax ok ! I love you … I was just joking" he tried to get her face – away from her palm, but she just moved away, and fell on bed, with her back at him.... he stared at her half twisted back, as she laid – on her stomach, her legs, off the bed... and her back at him...




he looked hopelessly, hitting his forehead 'I am suuuuuuchh a jerk ! I made her cry on our first night !' he cursed under his breathe and kept a hand on her back... rubbing it softly he bend over her.. pressing her figure with his...




"Sorry... maaf kardou" he whispered kissing her head..




"doora raho Arman!" she puffed under her hair...




"its hard... to keep my self away..! you know how much control it needs..." he moved her hair away, clutching her waist by side, - pressing it with his fingers he felt her body responding to his touch, moving his hand in to- and fro... he felt her shiver a bit..




"you do respond to my touch that means, you forgiven me.." he pushed her hair off her one shoulder by his nose, kissing her nap from back, moving down to the dip of her neck... she hissed as his tongue licked the joint, trying to get it in his teeth




she moan,turning her face up, stretching that corner of her neck, where he bit her... passionately.... "....Arman...." she whispered.... feeling his hand on her back, pulling the dress zip all way down.




Pressing his palm over her bare back, he felt her response to his touch very perfectly, he rubbed his hand on her spinal area... feeling her shudder, he moved his hand to her waist – inside her dress..




she breathe in and out, heavily, tried to turn around but could as Arman's body stuck right next to her, hold ing her tight enough... pushing her dress of her shoulder he turned her around...




staring at her face, few strands brushing her face, he smiled pulling them off her face, he kissed her cheek, moving to her lips, he sucked at it – feeling her lips sucking his response...




pulling her dress of her shoulder down to her chest, he felt her mouth sprang away, breathing for air....

"Arman... bas... Stop it here... or els....se..." she breathed high with close eyes...




"That's what I said..." he kissed her throat... kissing her below it, he kissed her white skin... only when Riddimaa pulled herself up holding her dress at her chest – stopping it from falling, she smiled at him and got off the bed... Picking up the night dress, she ran in the washroom,







while Arman just hit the bed with a smile... "gosh.. baby – you should come out soon !" he muttered.

Laying straight on bed, as Riddimaa walk out of washroom straight to her side, kneeling close to his body, she kept her head over his chest, kissing his bare chest..




"Now don't get started again..." he commented.. chuckling, as she slapped him




"then wear a vest ! Or a shirt ! Jerk !" she commented, leaning over his bare body,




"Hey... you making me think that I haven't wore anything, I am wearing shots ..!" he pointed out, circling her in his arms




"Whateva Arman..." she hid her face in his neck, breathing high...




he sighed "Gosh... are your hormones changing !" he commented, when she slapped his arm again "oh yes They are ! Riddimaa Malik turning aggressive ..." he added. Only to get another slap "oh now 100% proven !" she smacked her lips on his, shutting him up....




"woohoo.. .that was nicee...!" he closed his eyes, pulling her closer... "Good night Arman" she replied in a exhausted manner... "yea... Good night..." he whispered, kissing her cheek...

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Next Morning,




Feeling an empty side of his bed, he frowned and got up... "Ridddimaa?" he shouted.




"coming !" she shouted back from washroom




"what happened" he asked seeing her rubbing her face with towel.

"the usual – vomiting..." she fell on the dressing chair, shaking her head in exhaustion...




"from when?" he frowned getting up – taking a glass of water filled from his side....




"from last 2 hours..." she mumbled drinking water...

"why didn't you wake me up !" Arman rubbed his back..

"arman... its ok... I will handle..." she got up placing the glass at dressing table she went to bed...




"should I call Keerti Aunty...?"

"No... its ok Arman... its 7 in morning... you can also sleep if you want..." she smiled at him, patting the side of the bed...




he smiled and leaned near her "you ok... right...?" he asked, concerned.

"yes... Arman... now sleep... I am really tired... and can't talk" she rubbed her eyes, softly and leaned over him...




Arman's sleep ran away – the moment he saw her pale – all colorless, walking out of washroom with sweat and weakness... He was their on bed , for her to relax and sleep




his next thing was to see her sleep off, so that he can talk to Keerti about it … Talk about all the thinngs which he doesn't know about – he had got a 7 months holiday from his post... as for completeing the mission succesfully till the next is assigned..




Happy to be with her and take care of her with full support... while other did insisted him to make arrangement for a trip but he highly rejected – as Keerti said not a good sign for baby, though he had planned a simple trip for all of them – but after the baby they shall go to their formal honeymoon...




In all this thought, he saw Her sleeping peacefully, kissing her forehead, he parted away – get off the bed with his cell phone, and went out of the room

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Love Maha

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