~*~shaadi ka ladoo - 8~*~ NOTE page 149 IMP - Page 85

"YES"

Armaan's eyes wondered off to ridhima's clothes, it was his turn.

"I want to get you changed ridhima. Just me" he said turning her around as he watched her eyes close at the sense of intense closeness between them.

"Armaan!!! Please" she tried to say but it was to late armaan hand fiercely took off her dupata, leaving ridhima grasping the bed for support.

"Madad kar raha hoon ridhima" as he pulled ridhima closer towards him, he slowly pulled down her zip leaving her whole back exposed. Turning her back the other way, armaan smirked at the sight infront of him. His hands trailed over her bare back, giving ridhima goosebumps everywhere on her, trailing it even deeper, he spread his palm right across on the back, and then pushing her right within him. Slowly armaan took on of his hands and the other placed on her back. He started pulling down her churidar top as he slidded his finger on the shoulder patch pulling it down, leaving ridhima bewildered at what was happening, every intake was causing her breathing to go awkward.

Leaving aside all the thought that came up in their mind, it was only them two around underestimating the power that they had controlled through-out the whole journey to lonavala, they were venting it all out here. Armaan clasped his hands hard around ridhima, his fingers smerging into her flesh making her scream in pure delight with a flash of agony. His fingers were delebritely moving as slow as a snail down her back, caressing ever momment on her back, moving down her spin as slow as possible as ridhima pushed her shoulder outwards hunching them up. Armaan's fingers stopped in a sudden momment, as he left a small strip on her back which was covering a part of skin, ridhima sucked in her back as she felt armaan touch her bra, her whole body shook with delight but then she felt a snap. Her eyes painted with sudden fright, and then relaxed as she felt armaan kiss her back moving down to where are bra strap was, sucking in as the had left a mark at where it had been placed before, but now it was raw exposed skin as armaan was loosing himself into the power of ridhima's love.

Falling into the pace of high emotion, armaan slowly pulled ridhima's churidar top down, leaving her back totally exposed to him. Ridhima stood there unashamed what so ever, yes and she was right, it was her husband she had every right to be in whatever position she wants as she's with the love of her life. She moved towards the bed as her back was still facing armaan, slowly she took the bed cover in her arms and rolled it around her shielding her away from armaan, who now stood behind her, his warm breath hitting ehr skin like it was the first time they had fallen in love. The atomosphere in the room was in a high boiling temperature, the room had fallen from a fun, teasing topic to a spicy, hot and the most dangerous action.

Armaan's fingers crawled into her bed spread which ridhima was using to cover herself up. Ridhima felt armaan's cold fingers touch her fragile thigh which was still covered by her churidar trousers, ridhima closed her eyes in total anticipation of the bubbled growing deep down inside her which were just bursting to come out. And then with a slight pull, she felt something slide down her thighs and it was particular clothing. Ridhima gasped as she looked down to see the trousers around her ankle, her fingers on the bed spread tightened as armaan's hold on the waist as he pulled her back towards him. Her trousers long lost forgotten at the side of the bed drawer, they didn't awknowledge the fact of lust vs love, they loved love, they loved being in love. It was as the same in romeo and juliet, how romeo loved to be in love, it was the destiny of them two dying at the end. But here stood in a hot and seductive spot was Heer and Rajhna it was their love story now, but why did all the love stories end badly, was it only the fact that the best stories are the one with the sad ending.