Thursday, 6 August 2020

Part 15: Dill Ki ye dhadhkan

"Kya?" Shouted Ridhima shocked she couldn't believe what she heard. What had happened to Armaan he was never liked this, why would he do this? It's his bachelor party but what Muskaan told her was the limit. She was disgusted and was on the verge of crying.

"Haan Ridhima yakeen toh mujhe bhi nahi hua tha, par mene khud suna hai"

"Muski, I believe you bas mujhe ye samajh nahi aa raha Armaan ko kya ho gaya hai?" She was really hurt she had never expected something like this from Armaan.



"Par Ridzi mai jaanti hu isme Armaan ka koi haath nahi hai sab uss kankhajure ki planning hai usi ne hi bina Armaan ko bataye ye sab kiya hai"

"Please Muskaan tujhe uski side lene ki koi zarurat nahi hai, balki ab tujhe yeh patah lagane ki zarurat hai ki wo ladki kon hai" Muskaan just nodded her head in agreement and left from the washroom leaving behind an angry Ridhima.

***

Flashback

The song got over and Armaan was pulled by Rahul to a corner.

"Kya hai Rahul?"

"Armaan'..tere liye ek surprise hai" He said winking at Armaan.

"Kya?"

"bata dunga toh surprise kese hua?"

"Nahi Rahul bata mujhe abhi"

"chal na Armaan dekh lio"

"Nahi mai kahi nahi jaunga jab tak tu kuch bataega nahi mujhe"

After a lot of argument over all this finally Rahul had to give up and tell him and at that very moment Muskaan came there and heard everything.

"Urgh'..Okay theek hai'..tere liye humne private lap dance arrange karwaya hai"

"What?" shouted Armaan out of pure shock.

"haan" replied Rahul simply



Yes Rahul and others had planned a private lap dance for Armaan but he was not ready for this as he felt like he was betraying Ridhima, he tried hard to tell them that he was not at all interested but they were not ready to listen to him. And poor Armaan doesn't even knows Ridhima is here and knows everything that's going on.

***

"Dekho guys'..um'.p'please mujhe'.iss sab k'kuch interest nahi hai."

"C'mon Armaan don't be a spoiled sport teri shaadi hone wali hai aur iske baad ye sab naseeb kaha"

"exactly! Ab chup chaap andar jaa'.aur mene suna hai wo lap dancer badi hot hai yaar"

"umm'.par wo mai wo'.." before he could say anything else he saw the door open and a hand pulling him inside by his shirt. He came inside and saw the girl standing in front of him, in a beautiful dress and her hair open, and her mouth covered only her eyes visible. Armaan felt like he knew those eyes really well. He was not at all uncomfortable now.

Armaan was curious to know who the girl was and his hand slowly started proceeding towards her mask but before he could even touch it the girl held his hand and pushed him with a jerk and made him sit on the chair.

"umm'..dekhiye, suniye'.wo'.actually'.um'." She mummed him by putting a finger on his lips and he didn't know why he couldn't stop staring in those eyes, they so reminded him of Ridhima's eyes. For an instance, the girl being Ridhima crossed his mind but he brushed those thoughts away as how could Ridhima be here. But then he removed her finger from his lips.

"dekhiye'..um'.please mujhe inn sabme bilkul interest nahi hai'..wo toh mere doston ne force kiya tabhi mai yaha'.hu'.um'.i hope you understand, meri shaadi hone wali hai aur jisse meri shaadi ho rahi hai mai use bohot pyaar karta hu toh I'..i can't betray her so'.i'I hope you understand"

After listening to his words, unknowingly the girl's eyes welled up but soon she gulped the lump in her throat and a smile appeared on her face, either she was really impressed or some emotional fool. Whatever it was, she still held Armaan by his arm and threw him on the chair again. Armaan sat on the chair thinking of ways to escape but he was too late.

The girl had already started the music and started swaying along the song. She came closer to him and walked behind him placing a kiss on his neck. Armaan could feel the heat between the two, oh yeah the girl had somewhat turned Armaan on.

He turned his head an looked at the girl and their faces came extremely close. The girl then came in front him and sat on him crossing her legs around him, facing him. She slowly caressed his face with her finger. Armaan closed his eyes feeling the touch of her  soft hands. And then again opened his eyes only to get lost in her eyes once again.

His hands unknowingly wrapped around his wasist. She slowly started unbuttoning his shirt bringing Armaan to the real world and he tried to stop her. He pushed the girl aside and stood up immediately and tried to leave when she held his hand and walked to him. She stood there in front of him for a while and then removed the mask herself.

Armaan couldn't believe what he saw next, his widened with horror.

"Basket???" He shouted, he couldn't believe that all the time it was basket who was trying to seduce him and all "basket'.um'..dekho wo mai'um'..dekho mujhe galat mat samjhna'.wo'."

"Armaan'." She stopped him in mid-way "Mai jaanti hoon ki tumhe kahi na kahi shakh ho gaya tha ki wo mai hu aur ye bhi janti hu ki tum mu'.mujhse kitna pyaar karte ho. Armaan I am really sorry maine tumpe nazar rakhi, please mujhe maaf kardo, mujhe tum par bharosa karna chahiye tha'." Tears had filled up her and she was about to cry.

"Oye'.tumne jo kiya sahi kiya, mai tumhari jagah pe hota toh mai bhi yahi karta I am sorry basket."

"I love you Armaan"

"love you too you basket" and they hugged.

***

"Oye'.kutte ki aulad'.tera hi idea than a ye sab? Tune hi plan kiya tha na ye sab?"

"Oye'..baap pe na jaa'.kaat ke rakhdunga"

"acha itni himmat hai tere mein? Mujhe kaatega?"

"haan bol kya karlegi?"

"urghh'..tu'tu na'.Rahul'.urghh'" and she left from there.

"Abhi tum bhi? I hate you'.ab patah nahi Armaan kya hoga? Unki shaadi hone wali hai aur ab wo ladh rahe honge."

"tum ladke bas apne hi baare mai sochte ho, patah hai Ridhima ko kitna bura lag raha tha" Retorted Anjali.

"Nahi anajli'..aisi baat nahi hai maine bhi inhe mana kiya tha par ye toh mere baat sunna hi nahi chahte the mujhe meri shiela ki kasam.

"sheela?"

"Haan mera podha, wo aaj 7 saal ki hui hai."

"haan tabhi tum uss jalebi ke saath nach rahe the na?"

***



Ridhima was about to leave when Armaan held her by her hand and pulled her close to him. They stared intently into each other eyes.

"wese basket'..tum'.seduce bada acha kar leti ho'.and agar tum chaho toh we can continue wese hi tumne meri shirt utaardi hai" He winked.

"Armaannn" she yelled blushing

He slowly wrapped his arms around her bare waist making Ridhima nervous like anything, his hot hand touched her cold skin and her heart beat quickened. His face came closer to hers and he slowly whispered.

"Basket"

She opened her eyes and Armaan could easily read her eyes, he knew that expression was more acceptance than denial.

He picked her up in his arms and made her lie down on the bed, and lied down beside her. They looked at each other and their faces came extremely close. They didn't kiss or do anything else. Their temples touched, their eyes closed, feeling the love for each other.



They truly were the perfect couple, there had been many ups and downs in their relationship but they loved each other no matter what. Armaan hugged her and she felt snug and warm hiding in his chest. They were re-living each and every moment that they had ever spent together. They had not done anything yet, but still they were bonded for eternity and no one could ever separate them, they were meant to be and will always be.
.......................................

The coldness of the red and white bangles touched her tender skin, it was the day she had been waiting for so long and it was finally here. Her hands felt heavy as her uncle put on those bangles on her wrist. Ayaz mama or Yaz as ridhima called him, had been really close to Ridhima from her childhood days even  he had been living in USA for the past 17 years, Ridhima was 10 when he left and it had left Ridhima really upset for the next two weeks but soon she discovered things to be in touch with him.

She was to 2 years old when she had started speaking, and the first word she spoke was 'ma' like any other child. Smiti, her step mother was overjoyed and  of course she had to tell Padma about this, she was her real mother.  Smiti's brother Ayaz, being the closest to Smiti,  was always the first one to discover new things about Ridhima, and came rushing to Gupta house that very moment. Just like any other parent Smiti's excitement knew no bounds, and they of course tried get more words out of those baby lips. But she didn't say anything, all their hopes were flushed. When the beautiful baby girl spat out 'Yaz'. And this is how he got the name.

Her hands felt even heavy as those golden hangings were being tied by the girls to the single silver bangle, as another tradition. Ayaz's  eyes welled up as he saw his niece take another step in her life, entering a new life. He still saw the same little girl in front him who always used to fight with him for a new teddy bear, always asking him to take for an ice-cream after dinner and he never denied although it took half an hour for him to reach place but he was willing to do anything for her. But the truth was she was no more the same little stubborn girl, she had matured a lot, she had become even beautiful, she had become more suave but she never gave up her stubbornness, as she had already asked him to bring a big teddy bear for her, how costly it may be.

Padma pecked her forehead as she applied the cold haldi on her feet, then her knees and her cheeks. Now all her relatives, her aunties, her friends just weren't going to spare her and covered her with haldi, now the only alien Ridhima could be seen, that too yellow in colour.

***

Ridhima was not the only alien, but the same was with Armaan and he didn't like it even a bit as his friends took full advantage of this thing and turned him totally yellow, but the rituals at his place got over soon and he wasn't going to miss her lady in yellow and ran to her place.

As he entered her room as usual from the window only to find it empty, he thought she was still downstairs and he didn't have the energy to climb down again and ring the doorbell, so he thought of waiting. He waited for a few minutes, but was he that patient? And that too when it came to Ridhima? Nah, so he thought of something to pass his time, well how could he forget Ridhima's book shelf stacked with a bundle of novels and took one out, but closed it after reading the first 10 pages.

He started roaming here there, when he entered the bathroom, as it was open. He started staring at himself in the mirror and setting his hair. And he turned around to the bathtub, which had a curtain in front of it, he opened it and stuck his head between the left and right curtain, only to see Ridhima inside it with white bubbles as her only attire. His eyes popped out with sight in front of him.

"Armaan?" shouted a shocked Ridhima. Not only for because he was here, but also because she was thinking about Armaan and the events that took place on his bachelor party, 2 weeks ago.

"uh'..i'.i am sorry Ridhima" He turned away embarrassed.

"T'..tum yaha kya kar rahe ho? Wo bhi mere bathroom mai?"

"wo basket darwaza khula tha toh'.."

"toh tum andar aa gaye?"

"haan toh Ridhima, darwaza khula hone ka matlab hota hai koi andar nahi hai"

"toh? Mujhe bathroom ka darwaza khol ke nahana pasand karti hu"

"kya? Aur koi andar aa jaye toh?"

"Armaaan, mera room locked hai, par tumhe toh khidki se aane ki aadat hai"

"urgh''basket!"

"ab tum bahar jaane ka kya loge Armaan?" He was about to leave when, his dirty mind thought of teasing her. Come on he is Armaan Mallik and he won't leave a chance to irritate Ridhima. He stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"wese, basket" she peeped out of the curtain only to see Armaan facing her.

"Armaan, jao na"

"aur agar main a jau toh?"

"what? Armaan please t'..tum yaha se jao"

"nah mood nahi hai, wese basket tumhe kya lagta hai, mere liye iss bathtub mai jagah hogi?" And he started proceeding towards the bathtub, he knew his lines were totally lame, but were enough to pull the act.

"Armaan, ye ye tum k'.kya kar rahe ho? Please jao yaha se" she was getting nervous as he came closer and in order to stop him, she started throwing water on him.

"uh'..arre basket'..kya kar rahi ho?" He used his hands to defend himself but she didn't stop. Kneeling down he held her hands to stop her only to be lost in her eyes, and she herself couldn't stop being lost in his blue ones.

He just couldn't keep himself from going closer to her lips which always attracted him. Their breaths touched each others, and his face came more closer. The plethora of their proximity were visible through their nervous long breaths that met each other, a bit too soon to define the speed of the breath and the closeness between the two. Ridhima had expected Armaan to kiss her but Armaan had swore to pull her leg forever.

"Basket" he whispered.

"hm?" she could manage to speak only this.

"tumhe sharam nahi aati ek paraye mard ke samne nahate hue?"

Her eyes pop open to his comment, and her jaw dropped.

"Armaaan!" she shouted in disbelief and her hand forward in order to hit him but he had already fled which landed the poor girl's hand on her bathtub, making her wave her hand furiously up and down in the air.

***

"how'd Ridz?"

"mai shaadi kar rahi hu Yaz" she said in excitement and gave a side hug to her uncle.

"hm'..my small rocket science has grown up now" he said pulling her cheek softly. Rocket science, that's what he called her as she was a big time nerd when she was a child, the only time she left her nerdy side and held to on her naughty side was with Yaz only, they were great friends.

"oh c'mon yaz I am not the same nerd anymore stop calling me that."

"so? Tum mere liye toh wahi rocket science rahogi"

"yaz" she said hugging him "wese yaz aap abhi tak Armaan se nahi mile na?"

"nahi aur milna bhi nahi, wo meri rocket science ko mujhse door kar raha hai"

"wo mujhe door kar raha hai apse? Aur wo mai thi na jo USA  chali gayi thi" she said turning away her face the other side.

"Ridhima, you know na mujhe kaam se jaana tha"

"haan I know, chalo choro in sab ko ye batao mami kab aayengi?"

"uski flight agle ek do ghante mai land ho jayegi, phir aa jayegi wo tumhari mami aur tumhara butterscotch"

"Oh! Haan mai toh bhul hi thi, wow! Mera butterscotch aa raha hai, aaj mai use pehli baar milungi" she said clapping her hands in excitement, bringing the memories of the old and bringing tears down Yaz's cheeks which didn't went unnoticed by her.

"Yaz'.no rona-dhona please, you know mai aasuon ki dukaan hu" she said wiping his tears.

He patted her head lovingly "ice-cream khayegi?" she smiled and just nodded.

***

She came out of the washroom after washing her face and walking to her almirah, the first thing her eyes caught attention was her beautiful golden lehnga, with heavy embroidery and shimmery sequences. Her eyes glowed looking at the beautiful sight in front of her, her excitement knew no bounds this day. She just prayed to god that everything went well. She changed into the beautiful lehnga, looking stunning as ever, she sat in front of her dressing table. She looked at herself in the mirror and a sense of satisfaction passed her, as she smiled looking at herself.

She picked up the comb and gently stroked her soft black hair, wondering what kind of hair-stlye would she keep, it was her marriage she had to look her best when she heard a knock on her door and let the person in. It was her make-up and hair artist, she had completely forgotten about that. Well one could say the bride was a real princess, but it was not her who had thought about all this instead she wanted to keep it simple but Anjali being Anjali wanted to this for her sister.

In half an hour or so she was already and set for her marriage. On the other hand mr. busy-staring-at-her-would-be-wife's-picture, had not even changes yet. He was so lost staring at her picture that he didn't realise the baraat had to leave in another half and hour or so. He dialled her number.

"Hello?" came a nervous voice.

"oyye hoyye, itna nervous? Mai samne aaunga toh kya hoga?"

"Armaan, shut up! Bol toh aise rahe ho jese tum nervous nahi ho"

"mai aur nervous? Shaadi hi toh hai meri, isme nervous hone ki kya baat hai?"

"huh? Tumhari shaadi? Hamari shaadi Armaan, aur tumhe koi farak nahi padta?"

"nah! Basket shaadi kar raha hu pahad se nahi kood raha"

"Armaan, tum na'.."

"mai na kya basket?"

"tum na''"

"mai na'..?"

"ugh''hate you"

"but I love you"

"hate you hate you hate you"

"love you love you love you" Ridhima could no longer stop herself from blushing and hiding from Armaan was even impossible.

"hayeee, maar hi daloge itna sharmaoge toh" She was shocked as how did he know she was blushing

"acha kherr wo sab choro, ye batao tum kab aa rahe ho?"

"arrey abhi toh time hai abhi toh mai tayya bhi nahi hua"

"kya?" she was shocked "Armaan hamari shaadi ko 45 minutes bache hai"

"what?" he checked the time only to realise her was heck late "basket tum mujhe pehle nahi bata sakti thi? Bye" He said in a hurry and hung up to get ready
................
His eyes got stuck as he looked at the beautiful figure  descending the stairs in her beautiful golden lehnga and looking simply stunning the way she was ready, the hair and make-up artist indeed did a great job. All the world around was blurred for Armaan all he could see was her beautiful bride, he automatically stood up as she came closer to the stage and proceeded his hand towards her, giving her hand to him she came on the stage and he made her sit. And like all other indian marriages it was time for the photos, with different people,  with each and every relative, everyone wanting to get a photo clicked with the duo and then the photo-shoot of the bride and groom with those so-called romantic poses.

Finally they stood in front of each other with beautiful garlands in their hands, it was now time for the var-mala. Ridhima proceeded to circle the garland around Armaan's neck when he stepped back, trying to tease Ridhima, and yeah, he was pretty much successful. Well hello, who said Ridhima was the shy types bride? She also wasn't going to give and so she literally stood on her toes and made wear the garland. It was Armaan's turn now, but Ridhima was not ready to give-up so easily, she also had Atul, her dad and Yaz by her side, who had already lifted her him giving Ridhima chance to annoy Armaan. And she did succeed. Armaan tried pretty hard to get to her but alas! He had to finally give-up and circle the garland around Ridhima's neck when she was back.

Finally it was dinner time and the two were famished, not waiting for anyone they both just took their seats and started eating like animals. When Anjali reminded them that it was their marriage and they were the bride and groom, well then they became humans again.

As another round of  chapatis were served Ridhima began to tear out a bite, when her hand snapped back, as it was really hot. Seeing this Armaan didn't care about anything just took her finger and started blowing over it gently, she was just aw-ed by his cuteness and couldn't avert her gaze from him. He looked up to see whether she was fine or not but got lost in her eyes which stared back at him with so much love, but they were brought back to the real world as the flash of the camera blinded their vision.

Once they were done with the food, it was the time for the last ceremony, pheras. Ridhima couldn't believe her eyes as she saw the beautifully decorated the mandap, all thanks to Anjali she had just engrossed herself in giving Ridhima the perfect wedding. And right now she just wished to hug her tight, her heartbeat  rose as she proceeded towards the mandap. She was heck nervous as few more hours and she was going to become Mrs.Ridhima Armaan Mallik.

As she sat down, she felt a bit relieved seeing Armaan as he would be there with her as she enters her new life, what else does she want?

The ceremony started with the priests proceeding it with all the mantras, and completing rituals. Soon the two completed their pheras and now it was time for the two to leave. They took everyone's blessings and of course Ridhima was a bit sad as she had to leave behind her family. Hugging everyone, she sat in the car with Armaan and waved a goodbye to her family, but who said the two were leaving alone? Of course their friends were following them, how could they miss out on a chance to pull a prank on the big time prankster.

Stepping out of the car he was stunned to see another car behind them, with their friends in it and he knew he wasn't going to be spared.

"tum log yaha kya kar rahe ho?" asked Armaan shocked

"what do you mean hum yaha kya kar rahe hai? Tere dost hai drop karne aaye hai" replied Rahul.

"mere ghar tak?"

"haan toh?

"haan toh….okay kar dia na drop, ab jao"

"Armaan ab tu aisa karega hamare saath?" started Abhi with his drama.

"matlab?"

"matlab ye ki hum tujhe chorne aaye hai aur tu hame andar invite bhi nahi karega?" placing her hand on Armaan's shoulder, Muskaan asked.

"nahi"

"haww, Armaan ye sila diya tune apni dosti ka?" and there goes Muskaan with her emotional banter.

"okay, okay fine" finally Armaan surrendered "chalo"

Entering the house, all of them properly welcomed the duo. Well yah that was a bit unexpected, all of them all sweet and all with them? But then that was kind of them.

"wah Armaan tera ghar bada saaf sutra lag raha hai, Ridhima ke liye kiya hai kya?" Asked Atul as all them occupied the sofas. Listening to this Ridhima said nothing, just blushed.

"Champ, mera ghar hamesha hi saaf rehta hai" he replied, anger dripping from his each and every vein.

"Armaan ridzi betho na, apna hi ghar samjho" interrupted Nikki.

"hehe, sure" replied Armaan sardonically, cursing his luck, or rather his friends in this case.

As they sat, Anjali came back from the kitchen with a big bowl in her hand, filled with milk and placed on the centre table.

"ye kya hai?" asked Armaan.

"game hai, okay dekho mai iss doodh ke bowl mai ek anguthi dalungi tum dono ko apne haath iss dhoodh mai dalke ye ring dhundhni hai and jo bhi isse dhundhega, wins the game" exclaimed Anjali.

The game started and Ridhima didn't wanted to lose of course, so she had totally engrossed herself in that game and looked extremely cute, with that expression on her face, making Armaan totally engrossed in staring at her cute face. He came back to the actual world as he felt his hand touching something cold and then he realized that it was the ring, but he wasn't going to end this game so soon, it was time to tease Ridhima now.

Taking the ring in his hand, he slowly crawled his hand closer to Ridhima's and held it making Ridhima jerk and look at him in shock. Through her eyes she told him to leave her hand but that wasn't easy. Talking him out of something by speaking by her mouth was itself a difficult task and she expected he would leave her hand when she wasn't even talking? But Ridhima was no less, even she knew how to take things her way.

"Come on guys, itni derr kyu laga rahe ho?" shouted Anjali, intrigued to know the results.

"ab mai kya kar sakti hu di?" she said pulling her hand out of the bowl "Armaan mera haath hi nahi chord raha"

Uh-oh! She was smart and Armaan was embarrassed and others, well, just couldn't control their laughter.

"oh hello? Main tumhara haath pakda tha ya tum mujhse ring lene ki koshish kar rahi thi?" he said showing the ring to everyone.

"oh-no, kya yaar Ridhima tujhse ek ring nahi kichi gayi Armaan se?" said Muskaan in a defeated tone.

Ridhima was shocked that everyone was buying Armaan's act rather than hers. Narrowing her eyes she gave an angry look to Armaan but soon smiled, as he winked at her. It was so difficult to be angry with him and that's why she loved him like anything.

They all sat there for some more time and talked about various things but soon they were really tired.

"chalo guys bohot der rho rahi hai chalna chahie" said Abhi. Oh! Armaan was so relieved and happy that they all would finally leave but he just nodded in agreement. They all stood up and started walking towards the guest rooms.

"uh guys, bahar jaane ka darwaza uss side hai"

"haan toh tujhe kya lagta hai hum iss halat mai ghar jayenge, hum kal jayenge ab" said Rahul irritating Armaan to no ends, but what could he say now?

"Chal Armaan good night, tum bhi so jao" spoke up Abhi yawning, actually trying to hide his smile.

"hehe sure, good night good night, so jao saalo tumhara hi ghar hai" and all of them proceeded to their respective rooms, leaving an irritated Armaan and a laughing Ridhima behind. "haha, tumhe badi hassi aa rahi hai? Tum bhi jao, ab toh tumhara hi ghar hai" Like a good girl, she quietly went to their room.

***

She sat in front of the mirror and just stared at herself for a while, she felt really happy. Finally her new life with Armaan had begun, and she was immensely nervous as she knew what was coming up. She knew Armaan had decorated that bed, as that was so him. She was scared, removing her dupatta she thought to herself, will she be able to live to his expectations in this marriage? Yeah that was completely stupid to think after 3 years of relationship with him, but tonight was different. She was just nervous as she knew once Armaan steps into the room, she will not be able to even breath, due to nervousness, so she just wanted to distract herself.

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard, the clicking voice of the door handle and jerked out of her thoughts, turning her face to the door she saw him entering the room.

He heartbeats became erratic as he closed the door behind him and the look in his eyes, made her even nervous. He started proceeding towards her, and with each step she got scared and even more scared. He stood behind her, and bending to her level he looked at he in the mirror.

"basket?" he called out still not tearing his gaze away from her beautiful image in the mirror. She saod nothing just looked up at him.

"aaj mai bohot khush hu. Patah hai maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki mujhe jesa ladka kabhi shaadi kar bhi sakta hai, balki mujhe toh ye bhi nahi lagta tha ki mujhe bhi kabhi pyaar hoga. Par tumne sab badal diya basket, ab tum hi meri zindagi ho aur tum soch nahi sakti ki mujhe abhi kitna acha lag raha hai, ab se mai tumhe jab chahu dekh sakta, tumhe mil sakta hu, tumhe gale laga sakta hu. Ugh…I am really happy basket, really happy for US" smiling widely he ended his speech with and "I love you"

Ridhima was just speechless, she would have cried any moment. She would never forget his words, and it stunned her to no ends to see her naughty, irritating and never serious Armaan, taking their relationship so damn seriously. Turning back to him she just hugged him tightly and he also wrapped his arms around her. Soon he lost himself in her embrace and unknowingly his hand roamed around her bare back, making her close her eyes.

Realizing what was coming up, she came out of the hug and faced the mirror again. He placed his hands on arms, which slowly crawled them up to  her shoulders, reaching out for her earring he removed her  right earring and then the left one. She was a heck too edgy as he removed her mang tika and he could see the  red vermilion, which he himself had applied. And finally he removed the heavy neck-piece she wore.

He placed a kiss on her neck, and her eye-lashes stuck together. He placed some more kisses on her neck, shoulder-line and her shoulder before picking her up in his arms. They stared into each others eyes as he walked her to the bed slowly. Placing her on the bed gently, he lied beside her, removing a strand of hair from her face he proceeded to kiss her when he heard a knock on his door. Perplexed he moved to the door and opened it a bit to see Atul standing there.

"yaar Armaan bed-sheets kaha hai? Abhi ne uspar ice-cream giradi"

"ice-cream? Uh….room mai ek cupboard hai usme hi hai" Closing the door again he started going back, when it knocked again. This time it was Muskaan.

"oye hero, tere ghar mai shakkar nahi hai kya?"

"huh?"

"kya huh? Beta shakkar kaha hai batao, chaye (tea) peeni hai hame"

"um, upar left mai second cup-board mai hai" again closing the door, he went back to Ridhima, when again it knocked and this time he was hell irritated.

"kya hai?" he shouted as he opened the door again.

"bhai tu gussa kyu ho raha hai? Mai toh tujhe good night wish karne aaya tha" asked Rahul trying to act innocent.

"what?"

"kyu nahi bol sakta? Tu busy hai kya?" he winked as said the last line.

"bye Rahul good night" and he closed the door.

Before he could even turn to go back, he heard another knock. Without even opening he shouted

"what?" it could be easily sensed that he was damn irritated by now.

"Armaan, wo darasal hamare room mai bohot thand hai, apna hearter de sakte ho?" shouted Nikki back. This time he opened the door and went outside only to all of them standing in a line with their back stuck to the wall and then it clicked him what their plans were.

Now it was Armaan's turn to turn gabbar. He gave them all his deadly glare.

"wo uh,…..Ar…Armaan….hamari baat sun" started Atul, but automatically became quite when he saw Armaan walking towards them, as if he would eat them alive. With every step he took, they all took one back and this continued till they reached the stairs and ran for their lives. Running behind all of them he dropped them to the main door and closed the door. In short pushing them out of his house.

He sighed relieved, that they all had gone and happily proceeded towards his room. But all his happiness went down the drain as soon he entered his room, as he saw his sweet little wife sleeping peacefully.

Mehek

No comments:

Post a comment

dilmilgayearblog.blogspot.com