Chapter 26

Ridhima: Armaan...mujhe who..I know, tum jo bhi karoge, Arima ke liye woh sahi hoga...I'm sorry ki, maine tumhein...
Armaan: Ridhima...its ok, I know ki Arima ke liye who sab...bohot mushkil hai, par I think thats better than the surgery atleast...haina...cupping her face in his hands.
Ridhima nods, n Armaan uses his thumbs to clean the little tears that filled her eyes. He moves his head to kiss her forehead, then says
Armaan: Aur abhi main jaakar, kuch der mein aa raha hoon...tumhein yaad hai na aaj Dr Keerti ki behen ki shaadi hai...?
Ridhima nods again
Armaan smiles: Teyyar rehna at sharp 8:00...! Bye!

Ridhima smiles at him, as he goes to kiss Arima's cheek, then leaves the house. She picks Arima up, n walks into the room.
Ridhima: Kya kapde pehnegi aaj meri baby...? Arima is clapping her hands, n waving them in the air
Ridhima: Aaj aapko who nayi waali frock pehnadein kya..? she opens the wardrobe, n takes out a beautiful turqouise frock. She keeps it on the bed, then goes inside the washroom.

2 hours later:

Ridhima is just done with her sari, when she hears the bell n smiles. Knowing its Armaan, she quickly touches her lip gloss. Arima is already jumping in her cot, for she knew that it was time for papa to come. Armaan opens the door, n smiles at his daughter

Armaan: Hallloooo! pretending to run as fast as he could, Armaan is moving to Arima's cot, who was chuckling,
Armaan: Meli baby...he picks his lil one up, n gives a big kiss to her. Arima puts her arm around his neck n gives him one of her sweetest smiles. In a very naughty mood, he tickles Arima who is jumping in his lap, laughing her heart loud.

Arima:eeyee....aaye..papaaa...aaeyaa she hits him with her tiny fingers...
Armaan: Kha jao iske haath..kha jao..khao jao!! itni zor se maarti hai yeh ladki...khach khach khach, pretending to eat her hands. Arima is trying her level best to take her hands out of his mouth, kicking him in his stomach, with her leg

Armaan: oowww!! itni zor se maarte hain papa ko....?? thehar ja zara...he holds her tight, then whooshes her in the air. Arima's hair fly n she giggles.
Ridhima: Armaan, dhyaan se...she walks to them, then frowns at her hubby
Ridhima: abhi to itni mushkil se ise teyyar kiya tha...straightening Arima's hair with her hands...tum na, bilkul pagal ho, she adjusts Arima's frock, then takes her from Armaan, n places her back in her cot.
Armaan: waise pta Arima, kya...aapse bhi gandi, to aapki mamma hain..
Ridhima: Kyun..? maine kya kiya?? walking to the wardrobe, she takes out Armaan's clothes for him.
Armaan: Kya kiya...?? tang kar ke rakha hua hai..kabhi mujhe aur Arima ko khelne nai deti ho...grabbing Ridhima by her waist, he tightly holds her by her stomach, n nuzzles his head in her hair

Ridhima: uhh...armaan, please mujhe choro...hamein jaana hai...
Armaan: jaana hai..kahaan?? he looks at her, his cheek touching hers
Ridhima uses all her strentgh to get out of his hold.
Ridhima: shaadi mein..faking a smile, she gives his clothes to him, then literally pushes him towards the washroom
Ridhima: jaldi jaakar change karo...