Chapter 27
Font:
Text Size:
Theme:
ARMAAN RIDHIMA SHAADI!!
Padma comes to look at her daughter. As she stands there, admiring her girl, slight tears fill her eyes. She just couldnt beleive how fast she had grown, had completed her studies, turned into a lady, was an intern, n today, she was gonna get married. Gosh!! How time flies! She walks towards Ridhima, who sat in front of the mirror, clad in a really pretty red beautiful lehenga which had heavy work on it. She had a stunning diamond necklace on her neck, n golden bangles, which were studded with beautiful diamonds, that made her look even more elegant.
Ridhima is almost done with those heavy earrings of hers, n the payals and that petite nose pin. She had a smack of make up on, n Padma vowed she had never seen a more pretty bride, ever.
Muskaan: kitni pyaari lag rahi hai (adjusting Ridhima's neck piece) Aaj to Armaan dekhkar pakka apna dil kho baithega...she winks at her.
Ridhima blushes, n smiles.
Padma keeps her hand on Ridhima's head n smiles
Padma: Mujhe to yakeen hi nai ho raha hai ki tu itni badi ho gayi hai...she puts her hand under Ridhima's chin, n kisses her forehead.
Padma: Main bohot khush hoon Ridhima...Armaan bohot pyaara ladka hai...aur main jaanti hoon ki who tujhe hamesha khush rakhega...
Anjali barges in the room, holding a nine-month old Arjun (her son) in her arms.
Anjali: Ridhma!! Baarat aa gayi hai...Chalo Muskaan, come! Mom!! Aap yahhan hain...? Sab aapko neeche dhoond rahe hain...Chaliye naa...!!
She looks at Ridhima, n tells her that she was indeed looking very pretty. They all go out, leaving Ridhima alone in her room.
Ridhima smiles, n remembers the times she had spent here, her childhood. She remembers the little tiffs she used to have with Anjali, the stupid games they used to play with each other, how they used to do up each other's hair...It was such fun!! Ridhima looks at the line of her teddy bears, all given by her daddy. That blue one, when she had won a swimming championship, that small little one, when she had obtained the first positon in her class, and that one, the one with that cute smile her father had gifted her when she had won her First Intern Of The Month Award. Her eyes fall upon a photograph of hers n Anjali. She picks it up n smiles.
Today was her big day. She was going to leave her house, the place where she had spent her entire life, till now. She was going to step into a totally new world tonight. A totally different world, n was going to be a part of another family...
She looks at herself in the mirror, n realises, how in a short while from now, her empty maang, would be filled with sindoor, n she wud change from Ridhima Shashank Gupta, to Ridhima Armaan Mallik, once n forever...She was going to share her life with him, now. Her happiness would be his, his troubles wud be hers...
Ridhima doesnt even realize, when Muskaan entered her room. Sapna n Anjali followed her.
Muskaan: Ridhima, chal...Dulha intezaar kar raha hai...there was a hint of naughtiness in the words she spoke
Sapna: Betaabi se intezaar ar raha hai, she laughs.
Anjali joins in too
Anjai: Yea...keh raha hai ki agar tu jaldi se neeche nai aayi na, to who upar aakar hi shaadi kar lega...
The girls giggle, n Ridhima looks down, shying.
Padma: Kyun tang kar rahe ho meri bachhi ko..? Ridhima, aao...
Ridhima stands up, managing her lehenga. She holds it from the edges, then walks out of her room. She walks down the stairs slowly, accompanied by Anjali, Sapna, n Muskaan. As Ridhima is walking, she can feel Armaan staring at her. Even though her head is bent down, n she cant even look at all the guests, n the decorations which adorned the house, she can just feel him looking at her. Her heart is beating against her chest, n she is living a feel, she had never felt. She doesnt know if its a good feel, or not. Perhaps, it was just that she was filled with mixed emotins: about leaving her house, her family, her parents, her room...
Suddenly she feels that her freinds were no longer walking with her. Ridhima looks up.
She sees Armaan standing there, right in front of her, holding his hand out, to take her with him. She blushes a deep red, not even daring to steal a glance at him, incase she would lose herself in his eyes.
She slowly gives her hand, into his. He takes it gently, then walks with her to the mandap. Once he was sure she was comfortably seated, Armaan sits down beside her. He is still holding her hand.
Armaan looks at Shashank as he tells the pandit to start with the pooja. He sighs as he recalls what all he they had gone through, to live this day, this moment. This was the biggest day of their lives, n he just wanted everything to be perfect. Stealing glances at his stunning looking bride, he just knows that they are meant to be together. He just feels it in him, in his breath, his heart n his heartbeats... They always were together, but then Ridhima's realisation that she really did love him, n could not even live a day without him, wa something he would never forget. The emotions n feelings he had at this particular time, were undescribable. More than being thirlled, he was overwhelmed with the fact that he loved her, he loved her so much, n that she felt the same for him. That was something he could relish throughout his life. All the moments, the times he had spent with her had been just beautiful. Those had been the most precious memories of his life. And then, this was just the beginning...
Armaan is diverted from this thoughts when he hears the Pandit ji saying something about keeping his hand on top of Ridhima's. He started with some mantra, n then made him keep some flowers, n soon all the rituals were complete.
Taking a look at Ridhima, Armaan notices that she had not once looked up at him. He wasnt able to see her face properly, n wondered if she was okay.
Ridhima, on the other hand, was feeling a bit weak. She had mixed feelings n emotions. It wasnt as if she wasnt happy, of course she was. She had waited impatiently for this day, this night, this moment. She knew she loved Armaan more than anything else, n also that she couldnt live without this person even for a single day. And she knew for a fact that he would always, always be there for her. All this was enough for her: his love, the faith they shared, n their future...
She had a wierd feeling in her stomach and was very overburdened because of that jewellery n that heavy chunari, n the lehenga...
Ridhima feels Armaan hold her hand. She looks up to look at him. His eyes were questioning if she was alright. She squeezes his hand back to let him know that she was perfectly fine. Giving her a slight smile, Armaan now turns to the pandit who mumbled : Varmaala pehna do...
Armaan nods, then stands up. He offers his hand to Ridhima. What with that heavy lehenga, n the chunari, the jewellery, she was just too glad for his help. Armaan goes near her, n smiles sweetly
Armaan: Tum theek ho...? He whispers
Ridhima nods
Armaan: pakka...?
Ridhima nods again, when Anjali taps her shoulder
Anjali: Agar aap dono ki khusar phusar khatam ho gayi ho, to varmala pehnayien...?
Ridhima smiles, n Armaan looks slightly embarassed. She takes the garland, n looks at Armaan.
He was standing there, in front of her, holding that garland in his hands. He was looking at her, like never before: that glint of love in his eyes, n that spark of warmth made her feel that she was the most lucky woman in the whole world. She notices that small dimple on his left cheek. His eyes imparted a feeling of love, care, faith n honesty. Ridhima just loses herself in his eyes.
She cudnt believe how lucky her starts were to get a someone like him in her life. He had been her best freind, over the past few years. She was proud to tell everyone about her 'fiance' for the past few weeks, n now soon he would turn into her husband.
Muskaan: Ridhima, Armaan ko baad mein dekh lena...uske liye poori zindagi pari hai...abhi use varmala to pehnao..!!
Ridhima comes back to her senses, n blushes to the core with Muskaan's comment. Armaan looks at her, his eyes saying: Aww!! yu love me chho much...?? mela baby...he gives her a small flying kiss, which went unnoticed by all, except her. She narrowes her eyes to warn him not to do these things. Armaan winks at her back. She looks down, feeling embarassed, as she hears everyone giggle around her. She looks up again, then very slowly, moving forward, she puts the garland in his neck. There was a rain of flowers over them, n everyone clapped.
Then it was Armaan's turn, n well, ofcourse he was waiting impatiently for this
He raise his arms, ready to make her his bride, when he realises Rahul picking Ridhima up so that Armaan couldnt put the garland in her neck, as easy as it seemed. Ridhima shreiks as Rahul does so, then laughs. She looks at Armaan, who had this realy cute n a defeated look on his face. His face depicted slight anger n confusion
Armaan: neeche utaro use...!!
Thaa was followed by everyone's laughs n claps. They seemed to enjoy it all, as if they knew perfectly well how eager the groom was to get his bride. Armaan goes to Rahul, takes Ridhima from him. Now that she is in his arms, Ridhima is lightly hitting Armaan on his chest playfully.
Armaan smiles at her, he now doesnt want to leave her only...
Ridhima: Armaan..mujhe neeche utaro...
Armaan: utar doon...? he whispers in her ears
Ridhima nods: sab dekh rahe hain...
n though her head is hidden in his chest, n both of them cannot see each others' face, Armaan knows exactly the look Ridhima has on her face. He imagines her to be blushing, feeling so very embarassed that he was holding her in his arms in front of everyone. He knew the exact tintness of red her cheeks must be burning with, n he can feel her heart beating against his ribs.
Padma: Armaan ab chod bhi do Ridhima ko...
Andf then it was Armaan's turn to feel embarassed. He looks down, then keeps Ridhima carefully on the ground. She stands back. He moves towards her, n then in the most mesmerising n gentle way, Armaan puts the garland into Ridhima's neck, making her his, forever. Again there was a rain of flowers over them, n they smile.
The pheras were supposed to take place after dinner. Armaan takes her hand, n walks towards the table where Anjali n Rahul were waiting for them for dinner.
Muskaan: Aaj to bohot hi mazaa aaya...(sitiing beside Rahul)..especially jab Rahul ne Rdihima ko uthaya...she giggles...
Anjali: Yeah..tumhara chehra dekhne waala tha Armaan...she smiles at him
Armaan feels a bit shy. He takes the chair next to Ridhima, n looks at the plate Anjali passed to them. Armaan looks at Ridhima who was already looking at him. They had to eat in one plate!
But now, more than the plate, it was their life they had to share. From now on, they were going to be the most essential part of each other' life. They were finally, finally married. Oh! how long they both had waited for this...his eyes tell her: Basket...my Basket...finally mine...! You dont know how happy I am to have yu in my life, today...n dont yu worry a bit! I'll take care of yu at all times, I promise...! Yu are going to be the first n the most important thing...you know that! Tum jaanti ho tum meri dil ki dhadkan ho...aur hamesha rahogi... main hamare bachon ko kabhi bhi, kisi bhi waqt koi musibat choone bhi nai doonga...I'll take care of them, n I know yu are going to be the best mother!! I love yu, n forever will...
With these thoughts running in his mind, he puts a spoon of rice in her mouth.
Ridhima smiles through a small tear. She seemed to be understanding each n every word, n its depth which his eyes told her. She had no doubts about the fact that she had the best husband anyone had...Husband!! the word clicked in her mind, her heart, her soul...
There were many jokes cracking among the other four, talking n teasing the newly married couple. But more than any of that, it was them that mattered, Armaan to Ridhima, n his Basket to Armaan, n Armaan's hold on her hand under the table, n the light caressing made all the more difference.
The pheras were quite traditional as Nani n Bi wanted 'sab rasmein poori honi chahiyein!', n for once Armaan was really patient with all this. He concentrated on what the pandit ji was saying, performing eveything very smoothly. Ridhima, while taking the pheras, feels a bit giddy. That must be because of her excitement, n the tiredness, n the exhaustion, so when she suddenly stopped in between them, Armnaan knew something wasnt right, n he asks her, getting a nod back for an answer.
Armaan: Ridhima...tum chaho to hum yeh thodi der baad...
Ridhima: Nai Armaan, interuppting him. She didnt want him to feel bad because of her, especially today, tonight, at this moment. So they carry on with it. He walking in front of her, she following him, the flowers being thrown, the mantras being spoken...
It was almost four in the morning, when everything finished. It was time for Ridhima's bidaai. Armaan looks at her sobbing on her Nani's shoulder. They both go down n touch her feet, then Padma n Shashank's. He then hugs Padma, promising her for the umpteenth time that her daughter was in safe hands
Padma: Janti hoon Armaan, putting her hand on his cheeek...main jaanti hoon tu use hamesha khush rakhega...
Armaan nods, then he walks with Ridhima to Anjali, n put their heads on both her shoulders, giving her a group hug. Anjali smiles in between those tears, looking at Armaan, then at Ridhima
Anjali: Congratulations guys!! Hope you have a wonderful, wonderful married life...
Ridhima: Thanks di...
Armaan looks around: Mere joote??!!
Muskaan giggles from somewhere...n Sapna tries to suppress a smile
Sapna: Joote..?
Armaan understands the situation, n putting on one of his looks, he turns to his 'saalis' for an answer
Muskaan: Dekh kya rahe ho..? Paise do...
Armaan: hey! suno..main tumhaare is stupid joote chor waali cheez mein nai phasne waala, samjhi..? aur koi paise nai milne waale hain..
Sapna: To theek hai, then go without your slippers!
Rahul smirks:Soch le Armaan...yeh shaadi tujhe kaafi bhaari padne waali hai...pointing to Ridhima. Armaan looks at her, who was partly leaning on to him, as she was quite quite exhausted.
Anjali: Oh cmon Armaan...ab jaldi se paise do...we cant wait, yu know...n am sure even yu cant!!
Armaan: Oye..! bikhariyon...main tumhein kuch nai dena waala, samjhi..?
Muskaan: Fine, to naa hi tujhe apne joote mileinge, aur na hi Ridhima...she walks towards Ridhima, takes her hand, n pulls her towards herself.
Sapna joins her, smiling wickedly at the forced lover boy.
Armaan: Thats not fair...!! sirf jooton ki baat hui thi..yeh Ridhima kahaan se aa gayi...?? with that baby look on his face, as if his dearest toy had just been snatched from him
Muskaan: Ab agar tum paise nai doge, to hum kuch bhi le sakte hain...jo tumhaara hai, nudging the bride standing next to her, looking down, though enjoying all this, still extremely tired.
Rahul: Arrey Muskaan jaane de na...
Anjali: Kya keh rahe ho Rahul..? Har gis nai...Ridhima chahiye, to paise to dene hi padeinge...looking at Armaan...
Now it was Armaan's turn to speak,
Armaan: Tumhein paise chahiye naa...aur jab tak tumhein who milenge nai, mujhe Ridhima nai milegi, right?...slowly walking towards the girls, who listened to him very carefully.
Anjali: Right!! Ab jaldi decide karo tumne kya karna hai...
Armaan: Well...main soch raha tha...ki Ridhima kya itniiii important hai...I mean , mere paison se bhi zyaadaaaa.....ummm...I dont think so...scratching his head
Ridhima looks up instantly
Muskaan, Sapna, n Anjali looked at Armaan, they had certainly not expected this...
Armaan is slowly walking towards them, just a few metres away, now. Ridhima looks at him, his eyes telling her something. He signals her something, which went unnoticed by them all...Then immediately, leaving Muskaan's hand, Ridhima runs to Armaan, not caring about her parents watching her, all the guests surprised at this act of hers, n her freinds dissapoitned...She ran into his arms smiling widely, her hair blowing away, her eyes twinkling.
Armaan takes her in his arms, lifts her up, then walks towards the car. He puts her down on the seat, closes the door, then walks to the driver's seat, sits down beside her, n starts the car. Ridhima smiles at herself, then looks out of the window, to see all her relatives n freinds waving at her.
Armaan starts the car, n they leave.
Padma: Khushi khushi gayi...bhagwan, n dono ko hamesha khush rakhe, she turns to Shashank, who smiles down at her.
..........
Ridhima: Armaan...tumhaare joote?
Armaan: Arrey yaar...joote chodo, yeh shukar karo ki unhonein mujhe kangal nai kar diya...
ridhimagiggles a little, smiling to herself.
Armaan: And by the way, aapko apni saheliyon se zyaada, meri chinta thi...kyun? he turns to look at her, stopping at a red light
ridhima blushes a bit, turns her head, n looks at him. His continuos stare on her maade her feel concious, n she puts her hand on his eyes. Armaan smiles, gently takes her hand , in his, then brings it to his lips
Armaan: I love you Ridhima, kissing her hand
Ridhima: Ilove you too Armaan...her eyes having little tears, she looks at very lovingly....
That was it, it was this that they had always, always dreamt of...It was as if a their lives' biggest mission had been accompished. So many sleepless nights, a thousand phone calls, talking to each others' photographs n uncountable day dreaming had been done for this very moment. This was what they had thought, how their life would be, from the very beginning. They had always wanted it to be like this: she in his arms, a gentle kiss on her forehead, n most of all, the warmth, the feeling of being loved n the sheer happiness. Ridhima leans onto him all the way to his house, no, their house now...
okay guys, thats it for now. I wud have loved to write the rituals which took place at Armaan's house, welcoming the new bride, n their suhaag raat etc, but owing to the fact that I hadnt updated it for so so long, n yu all have been waiting for it so dearly, I am posting this. I just hope you like it...
Spriha
P.S.: The next update would be sometime next week: I cant promise when...or you guys will be after me...Love you!!
Your reaction
Nice
Awesome
Loved
LOL
OMG
Cry
68 Comments