Chapter 29
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FLASHBACK: WEDDING (continued) * Please check Pg 88 if yu want to read the part before this one, thanks!
Armaan looks at Riddhima who was leaning onto the wall, her eyes partly closed. She pressed her fingers against her forehead and Armaan knows she is not feeling too well. He walks uoto her. She opens her eyes to look at him. Finding him already staring at her, Riddhima, as usual blushes, n looks down. Looking at her cheeeks aflame, n that nervous smile playing on her lips, Armaan smiles. Then, without uttering a word, he bends down, n takes her in his arms. Surprised a little, by this action of his, she looks at him, her eyes questioning. Tightening the grip, Armaan now heads towards their room, for their first night.
She joins her hands to meet at the nape of his neck, her arms prettily curled up round his neck. Inhaling his musky scent creates a feel of passion n lust in her n she keeps her head close to his chest, ignoring all the throbbings her head was facing. He walks her down the aisle, crossing a few rooms, n several pictures of both of them , which had already been glazed on the walls, making it feel homely for Riddhima. Very slowly, n carefully, with that heavy lehenga n chunari n the bridal set she was wearing, he takes her into their room, n what she sees there, leaves her spellbound.
Their bedroom looked like a fairy tale one, n she didnt blink one bit after glancing at the whole scenario: The lillies n roses adorned the bed, n the walls. It was not clustered, but beautifully decorated on the cream base of the walls. On one corner, next to the balcony door, stood a huge bowl which contained half a dozen scented candles with rose petals to make it look more elegant. The curtains were open, hung loosely on one side, next to the wall. The only source of light in the room were those candles, n the faint beam of moonlight that came through the windows. The chimes were tinkling due to the breeze, producing a sweet, tiny sound hanging from the wardrobe, near the door. But what caught her attention was this golden memory of theirs, a beautifully bordered, medium-sized photograph which was hung on the center wall, of hers n Armaan's.
It was of a few weeks ago, when they all had gone out for Anjali's birthday, on one of the beaches, close to their house. Riddhima sizzled in a black salwar-kameez which had light silver work along the borders, n a deep neck. It was a gift from Armaan for their engagement, n she had chosen this occassion to wear it. Her hair was, as usual, loose, covering her shoulders, extending till her back, enbing in curls, blowing because of the breeze. Those silver diamonds dazzled in her ears, making her look as a fairy of some sort. Atleast that was what Armaan thought!
And he, dressed in casual jeans, n a deep blue shirt with the buttons open till the usual length, had been holding her hand, the whole evening, proud to introduce her to some friends of Anjali's as his fiance. They had all been sitting on the sand, a little too close to the sea, n they both were posing for a photograph. Rahul insisted so, n though Riddhima was a bit reluctant, Armaan pleaded her. So there they were, sitting on the sand, with the night moon, as if blessing them, n Armaan leaning onto her, his chest touching her back, n his hand on her shoulder. The other one was entangled with her fingers, which had been kissed many times that night. His face was close to hers, and perhaps that was the cause of that familiar blush on her face. He had a satisfying smile on his lips: contented with life, to have Riddhima in his life. She had that nervous, anxious and a happy look: she wanted those days to come asap, when she would be Mrs. Riddhima Armaan Mallik. That photograph which showed the depth of love in those two pair of eyes, was a mesmerizing one, and Riddhima was awe-struck to find it hanging there.
Finally finding her tongue, she turns to look at him in his arms.
Riddhima: Armaan...yeh...
Armaan: Pasand aayaa...?
With her lips pursed n her eyes fighting back the tears which somehow instantly came when she saw that piece of love borne on the wall, she just simply nods. And Armaan knew from that look of hers that she was very deeply touched. He slowly walks towards the bed, n keeps her down. She manages the lehenga, disentangling herself from his arms. The exhaustion was still there inside her, but she did not even dare to give him a hint of how she was feeling, in case that would ruin all his dreams. She was ready to give him all he wanted, n she tried real hard not to let the tiredness n the longing to sleep, overcome her. She looks upto him, with a nervous look, n interrogative eyes, but he simply smiled down at her again, then coming close, kissed her forehead.
Riddhima: Woh...Armaan...main...
She didnt know how to begin, what to say...n Armaan gave her a 'yu dont have to say anything' look, n instead asked her in his usual husky voice.
Armaan: Yeh...yeh sab utaarna hai na...? (fingering the gems that were shining bright on her neck)
She puts up a hand to her maang tikka, n the heavy gold earrings which weighed a ton.
Riddhima: Oh haan...(she looks at him, his face less than a foot away from hers) yeh sab...utaarna hai, aur...(an irritated look takes her face) yeh chunari bhi...itni zyaada bhaari hai...aur iski wajah se mujhe chalne mein bhi bohot pprblem ho rahi thi...aisa lag raha tha ki main kabhi bhi gir jaoongi. (sher tries getting her dupatta off her neck n head, she was frustrated with it, as was evident with that frown on her face.)
She tried real hard to pull away the dupatta, undoing all pins from her head n other parts, she was desperate to get this thing off her. For a few moments, she had completely forgotten how close he was to hers, n the fact that he was even there, she was so engrossed undoing her chunari.
His hand still near her neck, n his eyes fixed upon her face, n on those expressions of irritation, slight anger n frustration, all that was so adorable to him that his lips broke into a smile gazing at his love, confused n overburdened. Fidgeting alot, n when still she did not succeed, she frowned even more, making little whining noises, totally unaware about Armaan staring so very cutely at her. He thought the looks on her face were worth looking at the whole night long, as if nothing else could be better, than this type of a suhaag raat. The sight before him was so cute, adorable, n sweet, that Armaan was unable to resist himself.
**My dearest boys n girls,
Wishing you all n your families a very happy, safe, n a prosperous new year! May you get all that you have been wanting n may this year turn into a success for yu, n yur loved ones.
For those of you who asked, My vacation was really good, I thoroughly enjoyed, after a real long time, n this holiday was desperately needed. I have recharged myself for this year, n promise to provide yu all with what yu all want, n this time within the time promised, thats my new year resolution!
I want to thank each n every one for you, even if you have written just a small tiny comment, thank you SO much for your words of appreciation, because you dont have any idea as to how much you encourage me in writing. A warm welcome to all the new readers, n hope to see more comments by the silent readers out there.
I'll see if I can update a part for you tomorrow, so please do check this site for the update, because I would NOT be pming you tom, coz I know I'll have very little time. So guys, I repeat NO PMS TOMORROW, please read the update here, if I do update.
Thank you so much once again, for everything, if any word, line or a scene made your face break into a smile, then please DO pm me...thanks SO much!
Love you all.
Spriha
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