Friday, 10 January 2020

AR FF part 19 : "and then she said it"

 Appearance is deceptive !!

I watched silently sitting on the bed as Riddhima got ready for her first day at our office. It was the orientation for new hires today and she would be joining the company from next week. And as far as I had noticed, she didn't sleep a wink last night. She had been tossing and turning in the bed. Also, she woke up in the wee hours of the morning. And to add to that, she woke me also. As I watched her trying out different hairdos, I couldn't help but smile at her.

Mom, uncle, aunty and Muski left for Bangalore a day after our reception party. I was surprised when Riddhima bid them bye happily. Though she shed few tears at the airport during their departure, she had been visibly happy ever since our reception. My heart fluttered at the thought that our little moment late at that night might be responsible for her elated self. The mere thought of that kiss we shared that night pumped blood into my veins at full speed. I never knew that a kiss could give rise to such powerful feelings. But then, I had never kissed Riddhima before, did I!!



My trance broke when she turned to me with a nervous smile. With a white full sleeve shirt, black trousers and a black blazer, she appeared absolutely irresistible ' tall, slim and sexy. I wondered how may new hires at the orientation, or my colleagues, of her opposite sex would try to hit on her today. Though she didn't put on any make up except for that slightly shining gloss on her lips, she appeared as fresh as a drop of dew.

"Do I look good enough?" She asked me. Good enough? Only if she had the slightest knowledge of what her body was doing to me!!

She was way too nervous; I could feel that in her gestures. And conscious of her attire too. I looked at her head to heel. She looked too uptight with the shirt buttoned up to her neck. I walked up to her and stood just a few inches away from her. Ah, I love to see that shyness in her eyes when I am that closer to her. She closed her eyes when I raised my hand. Smirking at her reaction, I unbuttoned the first button of her shirt which made it appear as if the shirt was choking her to death and loosened it around her shoulder. Then I tried to tuck her shirt into her trousers and her eyes fluttered open- wide and ready to pop out- when she realized what I was doing. She stepped back hurriedly when my hand reached for the lower end of her shirt.

Smiling smugly, I pulled her closer and finished my task while she trembled slightly when my fingers made a contact with her skin. She didn't dare look at me. "You have a great body, Riddhima. Don't be too conscious of yourself." I told her simply releasing her hair from that band she had tied. "And stop biting your lower lip when you are nervous. You might distract the attention of people of your opposite sex when you do that." I whispered huskily into her ear. She looked up at me horrified.

Chuckling at her expression, I captured her lips in a lock. She might have been surprised; for she didn't respond for a couple of moments and then gave in as I caressed the lower lip of hers that she had been chewing on since morning. My eyes had been drifting away to her lips ever since I had noticed the way she held her lower one between her teeth. I was sure, she would attract the attention of every other male she met today if she continued doing that. I didn't tighten my hold around her lest I spoiled her clothes. Neither did I probe her lips open keeping in mind the time it had taken for her to get back to her normal self after we had kissed fortnight before. I felt her fingers making their way from my nape to my hair and quickly broke the contact of our lips in the fear of losing my control. "You might get into trouble if you do that." I breathed against her lips and laughed out noticing that frown on her face when I drew apart. Nevertheless I was pleased to see the color back on her face.

I watched as she stuffed all the documents into the file in haste, avoiding my gaze that was fixed on her. Just as she was about to step out of our room, Rahul came in after knocking at the door. Ever since he had witnessed her reaction when I bought flowers for her, he made it his habit to knock the door before entering my room. And I was glad for that.

"All set for the day?" He asked smiling at her. When she returned the smile, he held out a gift packet for her. She raised her brow at him and looked at me. I shrugged and he beckoned her to take the gift. "You can open it." He smiled at her when she was looking at it.

Though she took the gift from him hesitatingly, her excitement was clearly written on her face. Her fingers worked deftly on the gift wrapper as she uncovered it. She gasped out pulling out a black leather handbag out of the wrapper.

"For me?" She asked like a small kid, looking at him. I love that expression on her face whenever she gets a gift. When he nodded, she gave a bright smile to us.

"Muski helped me in choosing it for you." He said.

"It's beautiful, thank you." She said.

"Good luck for your career." He said softly and after giving her a bear hug and left.

As soon as he left, she turned to me, looking expectantly. I smiled to myself knowing she was waiting for me to give something. Putting up a straight face, I asked her. "Shall we leave?" I noticed her slightly fallen face and smiled. She nodded at me and quickly put all her things in the bag he had gifted her.

Riddhima looked around her, observing her surroundings as I parked the bike in the parking area of the office. As much as I wished to go in with her and make her comfortable with the people around her, I wanted her to find her own way. However since my timings are at 11 am and her orientation being at 8 am, I came in just my track suit.

"Relax Riddhima." I said gently pressing her fingers in mine. "Look into the eyes of the person confidently when you speak to someone." I told her softly as I observed she never does that. She nodded at me and turned around to go when I stopped her.

I pulled out the box from the pocket of my track suit. Her eyes widened when I fastened the watch around her bare wrist. "You thought I didn't get anything for you, didn't you?" She shook her head negatively but I knew her blatant lie. I kissed her wrist and looked into her eyes. "All the best, Riddhima." I whispered. I smiled noticing the watery layer in her eyes.

She looked around us curiously and I wondered what she was searching for. But the parking lot was empty as it was only 8 in the morning. When I turned back at her, she smiled at me brightly before pecking my lips softly. But before I could come out of my initial surprise of what she had done, she hugged me tight and ran towards the entrance of the company. Who said, she was nave and innocent!! I was sure there was a naughty Riddhima buried deep down. Shaking my head, with my lips curled in a smile, I drove back home with my mind wandering around that peck she had given me.

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"Armaan, an officer from the bank is waiting for you in the lobby." Rahul peeped into my cabin at 4 pm in the evening and said.

"Oh okay. I'll go and meet him." I told him and stood up from my seat, while he shot me curious glances. "Are you free now? Can you come with me for 30 minutes?" I asked him, moving out of my cabin. He nodded at me and we both made our way to the lobby in the ground floor. He regarded me curiously but didn't ask anything until we have reached the lobby.

"I am applying for a loan." I told him, simply while walking up to the bank officer.

"Loan?" He looked at me, surprise written all over his face.

"Loan for a car." I replied while greeting the officer, who returned us a wide grin of his.

"But you like bikes." He made it sound like a statement but I knew it was a question.

"Yes but Riddhima isn't very comfortable with sitting on a bike. She, I guess, is scared of bikes." I said, remembering the death grip she has on me every time she sits behind me on that bike. As much as I loved the cozy way in which she hugs me from behind, I knew she was utterly uncomfortable with the bike ride. And I don't think she would ever open that mouth of hers infront of me to tell about her uneasiness about bike rides.

"So you are giving up on bike?" He asked me quizzically.

"Not completely, but yes, to an extent." I answered and listened to the officer as he rambled about the bank and its benefits for its customers. All through the discussion, Rahul sat quite but I constantly felt his eyes on me which to some extent made me conscious.

"What?" I scowled at him after signing off the last of the documents that the officer has showed me. He told me that the loan would be sanctioned in three days.

He didn't answer me, instead "Come, let's grab a sandwich at the cafeteria."

We went to the cafeteria and sat there for some time enjoying the hot coffee with a sandwich. "Why did you look at me like that?" I brought it up. I didn't know why but I felt his gaze had contained some sort of acknowledgement of something that I, myself, am else to comprehend.

He shook his head smiling. "I was just amused that I am getting to see a new Armaan with each passing day." He said, sipping his coffee. "I have never seen you put someone else's comfort before yours any time before. Not even aunty." I didn't understand in which sense he said that, but I felt myself flushed for no reason. "Someone truly said, appearance is deceptive." He added.

"What makes you say so?" I asked him, though deep down I knew what he was referring to.

He smiled again. "Tell me, how many times have you bought flowers for a girl?" He asked. "Taking into account all the relationships you have been into since the college."

It happened only once. And you, my readers, know when. I never noticed it before, but now that he had brought it up, I couldn't help but notice the changed behavior in myself. Earlier I considered bringing flowers as something like clich. And then the thought of buying a car. It didn't even occur to me when I was with the previous women in my life if they were comfortable or not. I don't even remember if they held me while I was driving. I was always the dominating and demanding person in any relationship. But Riddhima turned my world upside down. Hell, I can't even imagine that I stayed celibate after being married for almost a month. Somehow, she was able to bring about the softer side in me that I, myself, didn't know existed; let alone Rahul.

"Can you feel it happening to yourself?" He asked with a wink, a grin accompanying it.

I threw the tissue paper back in his face and we both got up laughing, to get back to work. But somewhere deep in myself, I heard the answer for what Rahul had been asking. Just a little more time!

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"Hey, how was your day?" I asked as I entered the living room, finding Riddhima sitting on the sofa in the living room.

She smiled brightly as she spotted me. "It was good." She replied and took the lunch bag from hy hand. "Where is Rahul?" She asked moving towards the kitchen.

"He stayed back to help the others organize the dinner for you people." I replied as I walked into our bedroom. "You came by cab?"

"Yes. They provided us with the company cab in the evening. I reached home at 4 pm." She replied. "And I have to go again at 8.30 pm for dinner." She added.

"Go and get ready then. I'll drop you." I said noticing that it was already 8 pm.

"I am ready." She replied looking down at herself.

I looked at her in amusement. She was in one of her new chudidars. "That's an informal dinner Riddhima. Go and change into some jeans or something." I told her walking into the washroom. The attire which she has chosen was definitely not what she was expected of. The team at the company had planned for some wild party after the dinner to welcome all the new hires. And they would literally laugh at her if she appears in a chididar. But then, somehow I found myself thinking of that top of hers which she had worn on her jeans the day we went for shopping in the mall. If she goes for something like that, I might have to rethink again. But to my relief, I found her choosing a white cotton short kurti instead.

Taking a quick shower, I put on my shorts and turned the knob of the washroom to step out of it, but froze at the sight that greeted me. I took a sharp breath as I spotted Riddhima standing at the other end of the bed, her back facing me changing her clothes. Thankfully she put on her jeans before I opened the door, else I don't know what the reaction of my body would have been had I watched those legs of hers. Even then, her almost naked upper part didn't do anything less. I felt myself going hard as I watched her remove her chudidar top leaving her upper body clad in only her black inner. My eyes took in the pleasure of her bare back except for that thin strip of her inner and couldn't refrain myself from sighing. Desire, raw and hot, burned in my body as I watched her slender shoulders giving away to the prominent ridges on her spine. Her figure concaved at her waist only to flex out at her hips that were securely hugged by her jeans.

My gaze rose up and I couldn't help but admire the contrast of her skin and the black inner of hers. I sucked in my breath as her hands reached for the clasp of her inner and with one deft movement of her fingers, she opened it and the straps fell apart. I was glad she had her back turned to me. Else I would have exploded then and there. I wanted nothing more than to pull that piece of cloth away and caress her front, making mad love to her. I turned around and locked the door as my body ached from desire, which was so powerful that sort of scared me. I never experienced such strong desire for the basic physical pleasure before. And here, Riddhima, without doing anything was able throw me off the edge. I closed my eyes as I tried to push those erotic images of her body to the back of my mind.

I stayed in the washroom for a little more than 15 minutes, trying to calm the demons in me which turned out to be next to impossible. The more I tried not to think about what I had seen, the more the images haunted me. Finally, taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the washroom and was relieved not to find her in the room. The sexual tension in my body was so high that I didn't trust myself at that moment to stay close to her without doing something wild.

"Shall we leave, Armaan?" I turned around listening to her voice and almost instantly I found my eyes sliding down her front. I couldn't help it.

"Uhmm- yeah- just- give me five minutes." I stammered and turned around before she could notice the direction of my gaze. I quickly put on some clothes and taking few deep breaths, stepped out of the room.

The 20 minutes bike ride didn't help it either. The more she pressed herself against me, the more charged I was. Dropping her at the entrance of the company, I left the place with a quick bye not daring to spare a glance at her.

Reaching home, I slumped my body on the sofa and closed my eyes. Just in the evening, I thought Riddhima was able to bring about the softer side in me. How wrong it was! She was even more efficient in projecting the wilder side of me. And I wasn't sure how long I would be able to put my hands and eyes to myself.

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"Hey, how was your day?" I asked as I entered the living room, finding Riddhima sitting on the sofa in the living room.

She smiled brightly as she spotted me. "It was good." She replied and took the lunch bag from hy hand. "Where is Rahul?" She asked moving towards the kitchen.

"He stayed back to help the others organize the dinner for you people." I replied as I walked into our bedroom. "You came by cab?"

"Yes. They provided us with the company cab in the evening. I reached home at 4 pm." She replied. "And I have to go again at 8.30 pm for dinner." She added.

"Go and get ready then. I'll drop you." I said noticing that it was already 8 pm.

"I am ready." She replied looking down at herself.

I looked at her in amusement. She was in one of her new chudidars. "That's an informal dinner Riddhima. Go and change into some jeans or something." I told her walking into the washroom. The attire which she has chosen was definitely not what she was expected of. The team at the company had planned for some wild party after the dinner to welcome all the new hires. And they would literally laugh at her if she appears in a chididar. But then, somehow I found myself thinking of that top of hers which she had worn on her jeans the day we went for shopping in the mall. If she goes for something like that, I might have to rethink again. But to my relief, I found her choosing a white cotton short kurti instead.

Taking a quick shower, I put on my shorts and turned the knob of the washroom to step out of it, but froze at the sight that greeted me. I took a sharp breath as I spotted Riddhima standing at the other end of the bed, her back facing me changing her clothes. Thankfully she put on her jeans before I opened the door, else I don't know what the reaction of my body would have been had I watched those legs of hers. Even then, her almost naked upper part didn't do anything less. I felt myself going hard as I watched her remove her chudidar top leaving her upper body clad in only her black inner. My eyes took in the pleasure of her bare back except for that thin strip of her inner and couldn't refrain myself from sighing. Desire, raw and hot, burned in my body as I watched her slender shoulders giving away to the prominent ridges on her spine. Her figure concaved at her waist only to flex out at her hips that were securely hugged by her jeans.

My gaze rose up and I couldn't help but admire the contrast of her skin and the black inner of hers. I sucked in my breath as her hands reached for the clasp of her inner and with one deft movement of her fingers, she opened it and the straps fell apart. I was glad she had her back turned to me. Else I would have exploded then and there. I wanted nothing more than to pull that piece of cloth away and caress her front, making mad love to her. I turned around and locked the door as my body ached from desire, which was so powerful that sort of scared me. I never experienced such strong desire for the basic physical pleasure before. And here, Riddhima, without doing anything was able throw me off the edge. I closed my eyes as I tried to push those erotic images of her body to the back of my mind.

I stayed in the washroom for a little more than 15 minutes, trying to calm the demons in me which turned out to be next to impossible. The more I tried not to think about what I had seen, the more the images haunted me. Finally, taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the washroom and was relieved not to find her in the room. The sexual tension in my body was so high that I didn't trust myself at that moment to stay close to her without doing something wild.

"Shall we leave, Armaan?" I turned around listening to her voice and almost instantly I found my eyes sliding down her front. I couldn't help it.

"Uhmm- yeah- just- give me five minutes." I stammered and turned around before she could notice the direction of my gaze. I quickly put on some clothes and taking few deep breaths, stepped out of the room.

The 20 minutes bike ride didn't help it either. The more she pressed herself against me, the more charged I was. Dropping her at the entrance of the company, I left the place with a quick bye not daring to spare a glance at her.

Reaching home, I slumped my body on the sofa and closed my eyes. Just in the evening, I thought Riddhima was able to bring about the softer side in me. How wrong it was! She was even more efficient in projecting the wilder side of me.

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 I groaned and open my eyes listening to the shrill ring of my mobile. As I groped for it, I realized I was sprawled on the sofa in the living room. Coming back home after dropping Riddhima at the office, I had a quick dinner that she had cooked for me and sat on the sofa watching some channel with my mind drifting back and forth towards the sight of my wife I had witnessed accidentally. I never knew when I dozed off.

"Hello?" I spoke trying to clear my vision.

"Armaan, Rahul here." I heard Rahul shouting along with the sound of some English numbers playing in the back drop.

"Yeah Rahul, tell me." I rubbed my eyes and sat straight on the sofa, glancing at the watch. It said 11.30 pm. I recalled that Riddhima said her dinner party would be over by 11 pm and that she would call me once she is done. I wondered why she hadn't called me. But since Rahul was still at the party, that relieved me off the momentary panic about her.

"Armaan, do you think Riddhima can handle alcohol?" He asked, his voice skeptical.

That made sure I am fully awake in a moment. I pondered over it before answering. "I don't think so, why?" I asked and then continued, "Isn't the party over?"

"Uhmm, I guess Riddhima is drunk here." He replied plainly, making me jump.

"WHAT!!!" Riddhima and drunk ' that's a rare combination.

"She is a bit tipsy and awfully quiet when I just went to meet her." He himself sounded confused.

I was bewildered too. Quiet when drunk?? That must be a world wonder. But the this was Riddhima. "What the hell Rahul! A person won't be quiet when drunk." I told him. "Are you drunk, in the first case?" I couldn't help but ask him.

"Shut up, I am not drunk." He replied annoyed. "I don't know she's behaving weird. I'll bring her home." He said.

But my ears pricked up at his words. He'll bring her? That means she would have to sit behind him on his bike. And given the way she hugs me while I was driving, my heart raced at the thought of him driving her home. And according to him, she's apparently drunk!

"NO!" I shouted in haste. "No, Rahul. You wait there and keep an eye on her. I'll come there in 15 minutes." I spoke, running to the elevator after grabbing the bike keys and locking the door.

"Okay." He agreed and cut the call.

What a perfect end to a day, I thought slightly amused at the events of the day as I drove at full speed to the office. Since I know where the party was held, I rushed to the conference hall directly after parking the bike. The loud music and faint smell of alcohol greeted me when I entered the hall. I spotted few of my colleagues and exchanged pleasantries with them while my eyes scanned the bunches of new hires for my apparently drunk wife. Rather I found Rahul speaking to someone at one corner of the room and rushed to him.

"Rahul, where is Riddhima?" I asked him hurriedly.

He turned to me, his face relieved, and pointed towards the couch where I found Riddhima sitting quietly. As I rushed towards her, I found her eyes closed and her head moving sideways in sync with the music. She seemed to be enjoying the music.

"Riddhima?" I called her name and shook her slightly.

She opened her eyes with a start and as soon as her eyes took in my presence, she smiled wide. She appeared fine to be called drunk, the only difference being her eyes that were half closed. She staggered into my arms and I concluded she was drunk by the way she leaned against me putting her weight on me. I felt her clutching the shirt at my back in one of her fists and quickly steadied her against my body. When I turned to Rahul, he gave me a see-I-told-you look and grinned at me with a wink.

As I turned around with a wobbling Riddhima, I received few curious glances and few smiles from my colleagues and the other new hires. Sparing them few quick smiles, I rushed out of the hall, dragging her with me. She just followed me with her unsteady steps not even uttering a word, making me surprised. I have seen people speaking and doing crap when they are drunk but have never seen a person who would shut his mouth and sit. Again, I wondered how much self-restraint Riddhima has in her. Why can't she let herself loose for a night?

"Hold me tight, okay?" I told her softly. I would wait till we reached the safety of our room before probing her for something. She nodded her like a small kid and held on to me tight, her grip tighter than the usual, bringing all those dirty thoughts back in my mind as her body rubbed against mine.  Sighing, I wondered if I could hold myself until she lets me touch her. But then, she never stopped me, did she?

As I walked her to our home, she stole glances at me every now and then until we reached our bed room. She then turned to me and stared at me for a few moments before she spoke. "Are you angry with me?" she asked me, her brows driven together as if in deep worry. That was the first sentence she spoke to me since the time I had entered into the hall at the company.

I couldn't hold my smile at her earnest face. "No Riddhima." I told her as I pulled her to the wardrobe. May be I was slightly disoriented today.

 "I am sorry." She mumbled and stepped closer to me. Her warm breath smelled of faint alcohol.

"Why?" I asked pulling out one of her night dresses.

She just shrugged and then hugged me snaking her hands around my waist. After looking at me for a couple of seconds, she hid her face in the crook of my neck and I felt her sigh. As I wrapped my hands around her, I couldn't help but wonder if she was trying to seduce me. Because I don't think I had that strength in me today to hold back had she triggered me.

"Riddhima?" She nodded her head when I called for her. "Go and change your dress." I said trying to part her away and giving her nightdress to her, guided her to the washroom.

But she shook her head and refused to go in. "I want something." She declared, her voice firm. That was the first time I saw her throwing a tantrum and smiled at her tactics amused. She turned to me and looking straight into my eyes, whispered. "Kiss me, Armaan."

My eyes widened at her words. I wondered if she was the same Riddhima who would shy away and never look at me if I kiss her. But then she was drunk now and my evil brain jumped in glee as it started turning out interesting. I tried imagining what she would do if she remembers it the next day. Well, I have to wait and see if she remembers. She didn't appear too drunk as she seemed to be in her senses faintly.

As I stood trying to weigh other factors, I was surprised out of my wits when I felt her lips touch mine. They moved against mine, eager and demanding. And I couldn't help but notice the contrast between the drunk Riddhima and her normal self. May be this was her real self, or may be not! Deliberately, I stood still waiting to see what she does if I don't respond. I smiled amidst the kiss when she probed my lips for response. She drew back and stared at me, her face full of confusion and flushed, her eyes almost closed.

Laughing at her expressions, I dropped my head and claimed her lips giving her what she had been demanding her. But instead of agitating me, knowing that she had been as desperate as me somehow calmed my demons and I relaxed as I drew her closer. I slid my hands inside her kurti and let them roam freely over her back as she trembled and pulled me. As I felt the clasp of her inner against my fingers, I was reminded of the sight of her naked back that I had witnessed earlier. After fiddling around it for a few moments, I let my hands slide down her back to her waist. I couldn't take her when she was drunk. Neither could I let it go when I sensed her palms on my skin at my back. I took my breath away momentarily when she caressed it gently. I wondered when she had managed pulling my shirt out of my jeans and slipping her hands in. Probably when you were doing the same, my mind mocked at me. I gently ended the kiss and pricing her hands away from my body, stared down at her. Her face was completely red, eyes closed and she was damn beautiful.

"I feel like I am flying in the air when you kiss me." She mumbled, panting and resting her head against my shoulder. I chuckled listening to her. She sure was not in her senses, else she wouldn't have told that to me. And at once, I realized that underneath that shy and nervous Riddhima there was also an equally demanding and a romantic one. But she only chose to keep it hidden.

Soon I persuaded her into changing her dress and went to get a bottle of water. She emerged out of the washroom and staggered to the bed, smiling at me dreamily. I wondered what was going on in her head. I sat on the bed, drinking water while she lay beside me and looked up at me.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked in a small voice. I nodded my head while gulping the water down my throat. "What were you staring at, in the evening, from the washroom?"

I spat the water I was drinking and choked. I turned and looked at her horrified while she sat up, grinning. As I stared at her wide eyed, she moved closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Did you like what you saw?" And she almost killed me with that question.

She had known that I was looking at her, yet she continued with, what I would call now, strip tease? I turned red and felt hot around my ears.

Someone truly said; appearance is deceptive!! 
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sushmita

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