Friday, 7 August 2020

Part 16: Dill Ki ye dhadhkan

She opened her eyes, to the sun rays peeking through the curtains of their room and found herself in her golden wedding lehnga and enclosed  cosily in Armaan's arms and she smiled at his cute face. Remembering what happened last night she laughed a bit, as she remembered their friend's mischief and the way Armaan frowned but felt bad soon as she realized she had slept, but what's her fault she was tired. Poor Armaan. She stood up and went for a bath to finally start her day and life as Ridhima Mallik.



Peeking out of the bathroom she looked around tensed because as a habit she had left her clothes on the bed, checking the room she saw Armaan was still sleeping.




"Armaan..." she yelled but didn't receive any reply she tried again "Armaann...utho?" But she didn't receive reply again. After a lot of thinking, she wrapped her towel around and slowly stepped out, trying not to make any noise, when she heard a loud voice.



"Ridhima" Armaan shouted, jerking her badly as she was walking towards her clothes. Her horror filled face turned to a frown as she saw him laughing madly at her, and she knew he was awake and did that on purpose.



"Armaannn! tum na..."



"mai na?"



"matlab tum uthe huye the aur ye sab ek natak tha?"



"basket agar, mai reply karta toh tumhe aise dekh pata kya?" he smirked looking at her.



Ridhima looked down and realized she was standing there in her towel and consciousness got on to her. Looking down she quickly ran towards her clothes, collected them and was about to leave when Armaan stood up from the bed and holding her hand, he pinned her against the wall and stood extremely close to her.



"Armaan ch-choro m-mujhe" she said still looking down.



"kyu?  wese bhi tumhe yaad na ho toh, kal hamari suhagraat thi aur tum, tum so gayi thi. SO GAYI THI. Really basket?"



"toh Armaan t-tum hi b-baar baar jaa rahe the darwaza kholne"



"tch...abey yaar, wo sab meri taang khich rahe the mujhe unhe andar aane hi dena chahie tha, par jo bhi ho aaj tum kahi nahi jaa rahi basket" she turned to the other side in order to escape when he placed his hand on the wall not leaving any space for her to leave. She slowly looked up to him and her eyes got struck with his blue ones, he too stared back and the way he stared Ridhima was nervous. Removing those wet tresses off her face which stuck to her face, he brought his lips closer to hers but she moved her face to the other side due to her shyness. Ignoring that he moved his lips down to her neck and collected the drop of water that sat there.



she closed her eyes feeling his lips against her skin, without stopping or looking up he continued kissing her neck and shoulder and collected the drops of water, he went on for long and not for a single second he stopped, he kissed are chest which was exposed by the towel, he looked back up to her, and saw her still looking to the other side, her eyes closed. Placing her index finger on her chin and made her face him but she couldn't gather the courage to separate her lashes and look up into his eyes, knowing well that they would scare her. She realized he was coming extremely close to her as his breathing camouflaged with her.



She slowly opened her eyes and closed them that very instance as his hand rested on her cheek, he kept on coming closer and Ridhima knew he would kiss her but to her surprise she felt his lips against her cheek and she opened her eyes looking at him perplexed. Armaan understood that she didn't want this to happen now and stopped.



"I love you" he whispered softly, kissing her hands.



She blushed, and their foreheads came in contact "I love you too and always will." With that she went to the bathroom to change.



Coming out of the bathroom only one thing roamed in her mind, Armaan really wanted to kiss her, but didn't. He really was a sweet-heart, always thought about her not himself. She went down to the kitchen and was surprised to see, the breakfast already ready on the table.



"ye tumne banaya Armaan?" she asked with a wide smile.



"nah! Bahar se mangwaya" her smile disappeared and changed into a frown, all her expectations went down the drain.



"kaha se?" she asked still frowning.



"Armaan de dhabbe se" he said smiling wide and she laughed.



"Armaan! Par I hope ye acha ho."



"kehna kya chahati ho? Mai bura khana banata hu?"



"haan, Armaan apni 'SHAHI KHEER' nahi yaad tumhe?"



"um…uh, t-toh? Iska matlab ye toh nahi na, ki mai bura hi banauga hamesha, khaa ke toh dekho?"



She sat down and ate quietly. As she took the first bite, she looked at Armaan and made a face indicating that the food was pathetic in taste and he frowned.



"fine! Nahi khana toh theek hai le jata hu mai" and started picking up the bowls.



"arrey Armaan, mai toh mazak kar rahi thi, tum bhi na. betho"



"kesa hai?" asked Armaan as curious child.



"bohot acha"



"sach?"



"much. Armaan tum na pure bacche ho"



"haan magar…" he held her hand slowly kissed it and cutely said "sirf tumhara"



"ho gaya tumhara? Ab bolo kya chahie" she said withdrawing her hand.



"itna hi jaanti ho tum mujhe basket?" he said wiping his imaginary tears.



"Armaan!"



"acha na! pehle tum promise karo jo manguga wo dogi?"



"Armaan dekho, batana hai toh batao warna mere pass time nahi hai" she said and stood up to leave when she felt herself being pulled by a sudden force and crashed into Armaan, looking into his eyes.



"Ek baar maang liya toh dena padega" Ridhima kind of got the hint, but didn't got it clearly.



"uh…..aisa kya chahie tumhe Armaan?"



"simple! Kiss chahie"



"uh….um, Armaan wo toh hum…..uh…."



"bolo basket hum kya?"



"uh….wo toh tumhe p-pehle bhi, m-mill chuki hai" she said coming out of his hold.



"haan toh, konsa bada ehsaan kar dia? Aur basket, tab mai tumhara boyfriend tha, ab toh pati parmeshwar hu na?"



"parmeshwar jee, abhi apko hospital jana hai toh nikliye  yaha se"



"what? Mai kyu? Tum nahi chalogi?"



"na, aaj mera mann nahi hai"



"arrey par…."



"jao na Armaan"



"fine!"



***



The six stood in a line with their heads bowed down and their eyes staring the floor, they knew they were dead but still couldn't control their laughter. Armaan looked back with daggers in his eyes as he heard Muskaan laughing.



"badi hassi aa rahi hai tumhe" he raised his eyebrows.



"uh….um….n-nahi toh"



"tum sab jante ho na kal raat tum logo ne jo bhi kia…." Before he could complete he was interrupted by Nikita.



"hum log? Armaan, hum logo ne kal raat kuch nahi kiya. Dirty mind, haan par mujhe tumhara aur Ridhima ka nahi patah" she said and winked at Muskaan.



"haan bohot kuch kiya mene aur Ridhima ne kal raat" their heads shot up listening to him.



"haw Armaan, we don't mind tum jo bhi karo par iska matlab ye nahi ki ye sab hum sabke sath share karo" said Anjali.



"hehe, ab tum logo se kya chupana guys. Tum sab toh apne hi ho, mai tumhe batata hu na DETAIL mai ki kal kya hua" he said stressing on 'detail'



"sachi?" Muskaan got all excited to know their story.



"yeah! Why not? Kal raat mai baar baar darwaza khol raha tha, aur Ridhima so rahi" he yelled, leaving them all laughing their asses out.



"haan haan haslo kamino, tumhari suhagraat par jo tum sabka haal karunga dekhna"



"chalo hum toh bach gaye" Abhimanyu said and hi-fived Nikita.

"par Armaan, kisne socha tha ki hum the Armaan prankster Mallik ka pachka ho jayega" Rahul announced still laughing.



"aur patah hai Ridhima aaj hospital bhi nahi aayi aur mujhe bhej dia"



"aw, kuch nahi hota Armaan aaj hum tumhare ghar nahi aayenge jo karna hoga karna" joked Anjali.



"you know what? Tum log na, urgh…." He retorted and left, leaving the gang laughing.



***

She sat on the bed reading mills and boon, her favourite novels. She loved all these romantic novels but when the writer exceeded his or her limits, it disgusted her and she skipped them but today she read them and she also didn't know why. Well, this was something similar  to her situation but the guy hadn't asked the girl to kiss her but tried to do more than that and they had just got married. Her mind drifted off to her and Armaan as she read it and soon she brushed the thoughts off feeling weird. But then she thought, what was he asking for? A kiss?  And they had kissed before so what was the big deal. Finally she decided she would kiss him but what if it leads to…..but she was his wife but…… she was frustrated now, they were married and still she had to think so much to just kiss him?


She knew she was overreacting now but then she decided, she would do something special for him tonight. Armaan had no idea what was in store for him.

 ...............................

 Failed. What she would say the status of her plan was, as fast as the idea came popping into her mind faster it went down the drain. She had been really excited to surprise Armaan, which she would name as being the perfect wife. Once she was done writing down the requirements on the piece of paper, she called up Armaan to confirm how much time she had to get ready with the surprise.



"tum aadhe ghante mai pohonchne wale ho?" she repeated, shocked as he told her when he'd come back home.

"haan! Kyu kya hua?" he asked simply.

"n-nothing, kuch nahi, t-tum aa jao" she smiled and hung up. Half an hour? She couldn't even get the stuff in half an hour, firstly she had to shop for new clothes which would have taken like and hour and another half and an hour to get other stuff. Poor soul. But somewhere around she did feel relieved because she was kind of nervous.



Now she couldn't even postpone her plan as she had to resume her duties in the hospital from tomorrow and they'll have hardly any time for one another.

***

The light finally broke in through the curtains as the day begun, her alarm disturbed her sleep and she slowly opened her eyes. The sight in front of her made her realize that everything around her was already perfect, she knew she already was the perfect wife as she loved Armaan more than anything else in this world and she also knew her husband was way more than perfect, she really needn't care.



The feeling of being embraced in his arms felt so nice that she didn't want to get up neither did she want this feeling to go. All she wanted was Armaan to wake up and talk to her, about everything as the two hadn't got a chance to talk after he came back from the hospital, he was dead tired and slept after the dinner. She pinched his nose cutely to which he frowned like a baby being disturbed in his sleep. She again did the same thing and this time he turned to the other side, now it was Ridhima's turn to frown.



She held him by his shoulder and literally pushed him off the bed to which he suddenly opened his sleepy eyes and looked back at Ridhima, smiled and again closed his eyes wrapping his arm around her waist.



"good morning" she whispered.

"hm" he replied.

"Armaan, hm nahi good morning bolo"

"hm"

"Armaan! Good morning" she smacked him.

"good morning basket" finally he whispered in his hoarse voice.

"ab aankhe khol bhi lo"

"tumse baat kar raha hu itna kaafi nahi hai?"

"ugh'..fine! Sote raho, kal bhi tum hospital se aake so gaye the mujhse baat bhi nahi ki"  She was about to leave when he opened his eyes and stopped her.

"theek hai mai uth gaya, uth gaya. Bolo kya baat karni hai?"

"kutta"

"basket! Tum mujhe gaali kyu de rahi ho?" his eyes widened as he again wrapped his arm around her and they looked into each other's eyes as they laid down on bed close to one another sharing the pillow.



"tch, Armaan gaali nahi de rahi, yaad hai shaadi se pehle tumne mujhse kaha tha hum kutta lenge"

"Basket please nahi, iss ghar mai koi kutta nahi aayega"

"Armaan ye kya baat hui? Matlab tum chaar bacche chaha sakte ho mai ek chotu sa kutta nahi mang sakti" she argued.

"oh hello, baccho aur kutto mai farak hota hai"

"nahi, kutte bhi toh chote chote chunu munu bacche hi toh hote hai"

"basket, mana kar dia na ek baar iss ghar mai no kutte"

"tch, dekho Armaan iss ghar mai chahu toh kutta la bhi sakti hu, par tum mere bina baccha nahi la sakte" she laughed at her own line. It was a win win for Ridhima.



"fine, agar iss ghar mai kutta aya toh mai iss ghar mai nahi rahunga"

"thik hai" she replied simply "mai bhi dekhti hu tum mere bina kab tak reh sakte ho"

"huh! Mai janta hu tum bhi mere bina nahi reh sakti"

"reh sakti hu"

"pakka?" he pulled her closer by her waist.

"haan pakka, tum konsa itne important ho"

"toh marr jau?"

"Armaan!" she yelled "aaj ke baad esa sochna bhi mat"

"ab kya hua?" he smirked.

"thik hai nahi reh sakti tumhare bina, khush yahi sunna chahte the na tum" she spoke as her eyes welled up. She removed his hand from her waist and rushed to the bathroom, with Armaan following her but she closed the door on his face.



"arre basket, I am sorry mai mazak kar raha tha, darwaza kholo" he knoked.

"Basket please, kholo I am sorry" he yelled again. After like a 100 tries he gave up and got ready in the common washroom. Coming back to the room, he noticed it had been half an hour and she hadn't come out, it worried him and he knocked again.



"Basket? Ridhima darwaza kholo, Ridhima?" before he could knock again, she came out wearing a green suit, all ready to go to the hospital.

"chale? Hum late ho jayenge" she asked without an expression on her face.

"basket, please mere baat suno'."

"mai niche gadhi mai hu" she said and left.

"abey yaar!" he sighed and left.



The whole day, Ridhima didn't talk to Armaan. As much he may try, she won't even look at him. Even when Armaan came to her office she excused herself and went from there, she was really mad at him this time and he knew he had a lot of buttering up to do that day. Armaan's work got over as the clock struck 5 and he again went to her office only to see she wasn't there and realized she was supposed to be in a surgery. He waited in her office for another hour or so, when she came back.



"Armaan, tum ghar chale jao mai di aur Muski ke sath shopping jaa rahi hu" finally she spoke to him.

"mai bhi chalta hu"

"tum kya karoge humare sath?"

"shopping aur kya."

"iski zarurat nahi hai Armaan"

"mujhe chalna hai"

"thik hai" she said and they both left from there.



After shopping Anjali and Muskaan went back to their place while Armaan and Ridhima made there way back home, only to be struck in an hour long traffic jam which was caused due to the heavy rain, when the two at last came out of the jam their car gave up but thankfully they were close to their place. Pushing the car they both reached home and all they wished to do was sleep. Around 10 o'clock they opened the door to their house but who said their bad day was over, Ridhima left the room keys in her office and the office keys? Poor them. It was with Ridhima.



"what?"  he shouted "tum itni careless kese ho sakti ho basket"

"chiko mat, ab galti ho gayi toh mai kya kar sakti hu"

"great, aaj raat ko yahi drawing room mai sona padega then, thank god, hum shopping karne gaye" he was thankful to Ridhima that she had taken him to shopping at least they could get out of the wet clothes. All Ridhima had brought was a beautiful blue saari for herself and tracks for Armaan.

"sorry" she muttered and hung her head low, it was then it struck Armaan that she was already upset with him and here he was scolding her.

Sighing he apologised "I am sorry Basket, mujhe tum par chillana nahi chahie tha and uske lie bhi jo mene aaj subah kaha tha, mai mazak kar raha tha basket"

"mazak? Armaan, tum jante ho esa soch kar bhi mujhe kitna bura lagta hai"

"mai janta hu basket, I am sorry" she nodded, accepting his apology and hugged him and went to change.

Wearing the light blue sari, which securely wrapped around her legs and exposed her waist, she looked undeniably beautiful. She saw Armaan standing in the kitchen, with his new tracks on and a loose shirt which he had picked up from the laundry basket. He was making tea for both of them.



"Armaan ye shirt toh mene laundry ke lie rakhi thi"

"Basket mai kya shirtless ghumta ghar mai'." He was speaking when he looked up and stopped speaking and just stared at Ridhima. At first she waited for him to speak but then saw his eyes moving up and down along her body.

"um'.Armaan?" She called. He snapped out of his own world and looked back at her face.

"h'haan?"

"tum kuch keh rahe the?"

"haan, wo na'.nahi, yahi ki'." He stopped again and walked over to her. He didn't speak up again till he came extremely close to her "'tum bohot sundar lag rahi ho"

She looked up and stared in his eyes, only to see something different in his eyes this time and it made her nervous, so she tried to change the topic.

"wese gandi lagti hu?" she smiled.

"nahi, mera matlab wo nahi tha, I mean'..iss'"

"chaye!"

"huh?"

"chaye ubal (boil) gayi Armaan" He moved back and went to the kitchen to pour the tea in two cups. Coming back with cups he handed one to Ridhima and with one in her hand he sat down on the couch a few inches away from her. They both drank the tea in silence with Armaan continuously starting at her, after five minutes of continuous staring from him, she spoke.



"Armaan tum mujhe ese hi ghurte hi rahoge toh'." She was about to complete her sentence when she looked up and saw Armaan coming closer to her. Finally closing the distance between them, he took the cup from her hand and kept it on the table in front, her eyes followed the cup and stopped there as she didn't have the guts to look up in his eyes. He then faced her with his one leg on the couch and other on the floor they were barely inches apart when he held her by her elbow and pulled her even closer and his nose touched her wet hair which stuck to her forehead.



She still didn't look up, Armaan's hand slowly moved from her elbow to her shoulder and then to her chin, softly tickling Ridhima. With his hand under her chin he made her look up as she closed her eyes and their lips came closer than ever

Mehek

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