AR~Through time..always be mine~ end.. pg 32 12-06 - Page 23

Part 8

Imp note: from this part' only the older armaan and riddhima will be written as Armaan and Riddhima. The younger intern versions of AR will be written as ammy and ridz' hope that makes it easier.. So older ones... full name.. Youngers... Ammy ridz' kk' xx also part for 15+ readers' reader discretion is recommended' :D

Riddhima glanced from Armaan to Emaan as they father daughter wouldn't even let her open her mouth. Her eyes wandered to ammy and ridz whom along with Rishi seemed to be having the times of their lives. In an action of reflex she dragged her husband down and placed her hand over his mouth as emaan continued bantering. She signalled Rishi to come and shut her up and Rishi waved his hands in the air in defeat as Riddhima slumped back on the sofa. Emaan watched the situation as she saw her dad being ambushed by her mother. Within seconds she was on the sofa holding her stomach in laughter.

Armaan managed to get out of Riddhima's grasp as he held both of her hands whilst catching his breath.

"Oye' jugli billi!" Armaan taunted his wife. The few strands of her hair were over her face and armaan tucked them gently behind her ear. Ridz and ammy witnessed this and could not help but wonder what had they done to achieve such a blissful life ahead. Ridz squeezed Ammy hand as he blinked lovingly at her.

"Gosh' now I realize where the eyes locking sessions come from." Emaan's sheer voice bought the 4 lovebirds back to the living room. As ammy and ridz turned beetroot, the other two remained unaffected. Riddhima even gave her daughter a playful; smack on the head.

"Oyye hoyye my to be mum' where's this blush been hiding all these years!" Emaan's cheeky mood was very well visible form her tone as Armaan and Riddhima realized that she's not going to leave no stone unturned for these two weeks.

Riddhima changed the topic as she saw the constant blushes of ammy as well' let alone ridz.

Riddhima sensed that and smiled widely to herself. The meek Ridz sitting in front of her.

Emaan's squeals had calmed down so Riddhima turned and spoke to the two interns seated across form them. Armaan's arm was casually draped around his wife's shoulder and this was proving to be havoc for ammy. Ridz noticed this and chuckled slightly only for ammy to notice.

After the casual chit chat, Riddhima got up to make dinner for the family. Rishi had left for the gym some time ago and would be back in another hour or so. Standing up she adjusted her sari and picked up all the coffee cups from the afternoon. The sun was setting gently and the last few remaining rays made their way through the French windows.

Ri: So what does everyone what?

Emaan who was playing on her DS and making weird confused faces like armaan shot right up from the bean bag.

Em: khheeerrrr!!!!!!

Riddhima shook her head.

"Emaan' I am talking about dinner. Not dessert. Yes I'll make it." Suddenly Riddhima eyes balls expanded as a cheeky grin formed on her face. "Or you can ask your father to make it!"

"What?! I can't make any kheer." Armaan yelled as he out the TV onto mute.

"Awww... Mere hubby, why do you say that' it was smashing on the day you made it' your shahi kheer." Riddhima emphasised on the world shahi as she burst out laughing.

Armaan chuckled himself as past memories came flooding back. This conversation had broken the ice and Ridz was doubling on the sofa with laughter. Armaan and ammy were both embarrassed, ammy more than armaan. Emaan's ears had perked up as she came and sat by her father.

Armaan was still giving glares to Riddhima who was chuckling. As her father paid no heed. Emaan walked over to ammy sitting across.

Em: Hmmm since my father over there is too busy giving my mum evils, can you tell me what happened.

Emaan made the cutest puppy face ever and Ridz smiled looking at her. This was the first that evening that she and ammy were looking at her from so near. Ridz couldn't fail but notice the exact Armaan like features. The same colour eyes, heck even the same dimples, let alone the attitude.

Riddhima was seeing all this. She saw how Emaan was waiting patiently for ammy or ridz to tell her and they were too busy well admiring her. She chuckled slightly as she caught Armaan's eyes and signalled him to look at the three of them. Armaan immediately turned from the news and came and sat by riddhima. Emaan caught the eye of her father and eyed him impatiently.

Em: hello if you all done staring at me' can someone like tell me what happened. Dad!!

She faced Armaan who was now just giggling along with his Wife. The two interns sat a bit flushed as they knew they were just admiring Emaan a bit too much but come on who wouldn't'

Armaan narrated the whole story to emaan slowly from when the page had turned and the to how the gang hadn't let the kheer come near Dr Shashank.

Ar: 'and then I caught your mother putting the kheer in the bin and I screwed at her, tasted the kheer myself, nearly threw up n then cursed myself. Armaan finished laughing as Emaan giggled.

Armaan continued, "and then your mother made me feel better' she told me how I am good at other stuff like football and erm'" Armaan forgot what was next and before Riddhima could speak up Ridz already did.

"And bike racing, kickboxing and basketball." She finished with a wide grin on her face and then turned beetroot red at once. Every one laughed along.

"Ok Emaan, since you wouldn't want to taste your father kheer ' Riddhima eyed armaan who faked a sarcastic laugh at her ' How about you help me' come one into the kitchen." Riddhima ordered her not so pleased looking daughter.

"Awww mum' I am on my DS' can't you ask dad?" She slumped back on the sofa as Riddhima placed her hands on her hips.

"No' Now come on' wiase toh help kar deti hai? Aaj kya hua tujhe?" Riddhima crooked an eyebrow.

"Well' not everyday that I get a chance to speak to my to be parents so yes ask Dad." Emaan went and sat by Armaan who flicked the pages of a magazine. She hung her arm around him and spoke. "Come on dad' duty calls." She patted his shoulder as in to indicate that get up and work well.

The door bell interrupted the cute banter between mother and daughter.

"I'll get it!!!!" Emaan jumped over the bean bags as she opened the door. There stood an worked up Rishi.

"Hey bhai!" Emaan took hold of his gym bag as he wrapped his arm around her and they walked to the living room. Dressed only in his vest and three quarters ammy looked at his 'son'. The toned biceps were clearly visible and the hardened chest was coming to show from the white vest. Emaan and Rishi were busy in their chatters and they both settled down on the sofa as Emaan continued on her DS and Rishi over looked her shoulder down on the screen.

Riddhima looked lovingly at her kids and then started to speak.

"Remember Armaan when they were little'" She halted as she looked at Armaan who beamed down on her.

Ammy and Ridz who were casually seated next to each other looked to Armaan and Riddhima as they sensed another moving conversation coming.

"Tell you what you two, why don't you go and find your childhood albums." Riddhima sat down again as she noticed the lack of attention being paid to her by the kids.

"Yessss!!!!!" Emaan shrieked as she high fived Rishi. "I won!"

The not so pleased looking Riddhima glared on them as she spoke again.

"Ahem, the albums." She spoke again.

"I'll get them bhai." With that she disappeared upstairs.

Rishi got up and walked around to Riddhima. "Mum, I am going to go and have a shower ok, what's for dinner?" He stretched out.

"Stay, we'll go thought the albums together." Riddhima addressed him.

"Mum it's embarrassing enough that you're looking at my childhood pictures, let alone with me there. Please!" Everyone chuckled as he left.

"Hmmm... might I say that if you haven't noticed Armaan and Riddhima, He's just like me." Riddhima said with a ting of pride visible in her tone.

Ridz spoke up, "He looks enough like you' me' us' oh whatever, anyway yes has he got grey eyes or was that just me?" Ridz, obviously at ease with the situation spoke up.

Armaan chuckled and answered her back. "Yes, Miss Riddhima GUPTA, he has." The emphasis on the word gupta was deliberate and as Ridz tuned a bit red, Ammy spoke for her.

"So, soon to be, Mrs Riddhima Armaan malik." Riddhima could tell that they were both the same old Armaans. The pride, the arrogance. If either of them stared it would go a bit haywire so she decided to handle it. Laughing mentally she couldn't help but smile at the similarities yet still.

"Anyways, he wanted a girl first but I won." Riddhima eyed armaan who beamed at her.

"Here they are!" The voice boomed into the room as Emaan made her way inside, the chunky albums balanced between her hand and stomach.

She slumped them on the table as she got back to her DS, seated next to Ridz.

"Yes and so, I wanted a girl exactly like you, same eyes, same everything and instead I get this." He pointed cheekily towards his daughter who was well aware of the talks around her now.

"And what is so wrong with that?" Her eyebrows scrunched and hands folded across her chest she questioned his father.

"Oh great, is this going to another one of your father-daughter debates and surprisingly they always end up on me." Riddhima waved her hands in defeat.

Every one laughed along as Riddhima showed the interns the photos with pride. After dinner. Riddhima decided to show them their wedding video. Emaan got the pop corn out and as they watched alone. Ridz and ammy could help but wish to speed up time a bit, after all the blissful life ahead of them didn't seem less than a dream.

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Armaan and Riddhima retired to their room leaving the youngsters to watch a film.

Riddhima stretched out on the bed as she heard the shower running in the bathroom. Watching the wedding movie had transported her back into the past.

The morning of their wedding day, Riddhima stood in front of the balcony, looking out form her window at the rising sun. The all night calls form Mr armaan malik had kept her awake and she wanted to look fresh at least on her wedding day. Felling mixed emotions she walked into her bath to scrap of the rest of the mehandi from her arms and legs. Scrubbing it gently, the colour that came out was a marvellous dark brown, nearly black. Remembering the older woman's words yesterday form the function, she blushed as the meaning of it cam back to her. Walking out she noticed that di had already gone, making preparations or something.

Her wedding lehnga was placed on di's bed with a note left on.

Hey ridzi, morning, just came but got to rush, you were in the bath, picked up your lehnga, jewellery's in the draw, start getting ready, back in 15 mins, just helping mum. Love you' di

Riddhima smiled at the sweet gesture. She remembered it was Atul and Anjali's 1^st wedding anniversary today, they had married on the same day a year back. Rahul and Muskaan were jus over a year and happily married. Anjali's son ankur who was only a month old and Muskaan's son Raj who was 3 months, made Riddhima's day. They were the sweetest kids ever and Riddhima loved them to bits. Putting her lehnga and choli on she fumbled with the back ties and then di opened the door. Smiling at Riddhima she dressed her up with affection as the two sisters bonded all over again.

Armaan's eyes flung back and forth to the steps. Sitting cross legged in the mandap, he looked to and back from the grand door. I hope she hasn't ditched me! Closing his eyes, Rahul saw that he was getting impatient and he chuckled slightly. Opening his eyes, armaan saw the most breathtaking sight ever. Riddhima walked into the hall and all eyes glued to her. Dressed in a firozi and baby blue lehnga, the pearls and gems shone brightly around her neck and maang. She eyed him nervously and the pheras took place. Everything seemed like a dream to Riddhima. The rasms, the bidai. Her eyes turned a bit moist as she walked towards the car but the gentle squeezes of his hand in hers assured her of the best. Ananya welcomed her bahu into the house as she blessed her affectionately. Dressed in his blue sherwani Armaan malik was on top of the world today.

Riddhima's mind wandered to the special moments of their life which they cherished forever. She recalled the welcoming, the blessings, their first night'

Riddhima yawned as she sat seated on the sofa. All the gang circled around them. Ananya and billi had gone to bed, leaving the youngsters to chat. Anjali noticed the yawns of Riddhima and felt sorry for her. It had been a stressful couple of days. She made excuses and took everyone out. Atul and Anjali and Rahul and Muskaan made their way towards their respective homes, leaving Armaan and Riddhima alone' finally... according to Armaan.

Hand in hand they climbed up the steps towards their room. Riddhima blushing all the way. Opening the door, the sight before her took away her breaths. The entire room was in glow of only candles. Black and white candles stood in glass orbs in various corners of the room. The bed was made with white and black bed sheets and two lone heart shaped pillows lay on either corner. Behind the head board was a picture of them form Rahul and Muskaan's wedding. His hand behind her waist and her right hand on his chest. The glow on their faces captured beautifully in the photo. Riddhima gasped as she saw they white drapes on the windows. The black curtains were tied back with white tie backs and the white nets wandered freely from the light wind. The black satin bed sheets were covered with white rose petals. She couldn't help but admire him for setting this up. It all seemed like a page out of a fairy tale to her.

The white and black combinations looked serene and elegant. The clich red theme was no where to be seen and she admired the view around her taking in the perfect scent of the candles in glass orbs.

Sensing his presence behind her, her heart paced up' as it pounded against her chest. She was sure he could hear it.

Turning her to face him, Riddhima lightly closed her eyes. Sensing his breaths on her face she opened her eyes as the ocean of love in his eyes became more and more evident.

"You remove all the jewellery Riddhima; I'll go and get changed." Placing a light kiss on her cheek he walked towards the bathroom. Riddhima took her time to take in the surroundings of the room. Time passes by and she stood motionless with a smile on lips, by the curtains. The light wind teasing her face. The warm movement of Armaan's hand came into existence around her waist. She looked back to see his head on her shoulder as she relaxed back against his chest. Dressed in his black vest and three quarter black trousers, he looked more handsome in the candle light.

Moving to her ear, the warm splashes of his breaths came with whispers.

The husky voice played havoc with her senses, "Do you need some help Riddhima." His lips lingered there for a moment and Riddhima could very well picture the emotions on his face right now. The seriousness, the love, the passion. His hand found the pins in her hair as he gently removed them. The heavy dupatta fell into Armaan's hands. Tossing it aside, he gently pulled the ties of her blouse; the feeble ties gave way immediately and the blouse hung loosely on her shoulders. Riddhima's heart raced madly at the events as her breathing quickened.

The jewellery came off one by one and Riddhima now stood facing him, her breathing high and her hands on his chest. Clad only in her petty coat and the loosely hung blouse, she didn't not feel at all uncomfortable. She had given her whole life to this man and she knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt her feelings. Riddhima hadn't been surer of anything else. This was what she wanted today and she was prepared to give everything.

As Riddhima lost herself in his arms, his hands caressed her spine as it made way into her hair. The loose bun was ruffled by his hand as the hair feel down her back. Picking her up, he placed her gently on the bed. Her back rested against the head board as she met his eye. Kissing her slowly on the forehead, he placed his head in her lap. Riddhima smiled as she understood his feelings. He might be thinking she was not ready for it so soon. Caressing his hair. She pulled him and took his face between her palms. Bringing his lips closer to hers, she sealed them in a tender kiss. As he smiled against her lips, he took control as he pulled her. She crashed against his chest as his hands went back and draped around her bare waist. Tingles raced up and down at where he had touched. The burning sensations came spiralling. The kiss picked up passion. They fell back onto the satin sheets. He on top on her. The kiss turned prolonged. As he broke it her lips trembled under the intensity. Biting her lower lip, a moan escaped her as she caught fistfuls of his hair. Moving down, he kissed her face, kissing the nape of her neck, he bit her leaving a passionate love bite. The loose blouse slid lower, revealing nearly all of her.

She gently slid the vest from his body, revealing the hard chest. Her wandering hands caressed his back as she placed gently kisses on his chest. The clothes lay crumpled on the floor as the two lovers united under the satin sheets. The moans and gasps of Riddhima became apparent in the silence of the room as he caressed her under the sheets' they lay satisfied in their love some time later, his face between her neck and shoulder' two lone tears escaped her eyes as she thanked her lucky stars' the night couldn't have been more beautiful'

Gentle clicks of fingers in front of her face brought her back into the present. Armaan sat across the bed in his black vets and trousers. The grin spread wider across her face.

"And may I know the reason for the wide smiles tonight?" Armaan spoke as he settled onto his pillow.

"Oh nothing the wedding movie just reminded me of some things." She spoke as she stared at the wall. The smile returning again.

"Hmm' can it be this?" Before the meaning of his talk settled in, Riddhima found herself being pulled underneath him as his lips came crashing onto hers. The moment went on for long enough and as they parted he pulled her close to himself and settled his head between her neck and shoulder.

"I love you Armaan" Riddhima whispered. He just kissed her neck gently; she knew the feelings were mutual' always' and forever'

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(Young AR)

Ridz lay beside Emaan in her bed, the kid was fast asleep; she had talked and talked and talked. She loved her little kid already. Ridz felt so content with her life already and how she wished to live every moment' with the only person she ever wanted to. Sleep no where near her eyes. She walked out into the garden smiling profusely. Armaan stood facing his back to her and she smiled more. She saw her armaan smiling to himself as well. Hugging him from behind, he turned to face her with the exact same feelings.

"I love you so much Riddhima." She blinked her eyes in assurance. Hugging him tight, they both dreamt of the moments ahead as they promised themselves, to be each others' through time.

~The End~

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Ok I am so sorry guys' this is so not the way I expected it to shape it... and plus I am ending it. Sorry guys, if this was not what was expected, honestly, I think it's the worst I could have done. Lol seriously'. sincere apologies. Frankly speaking it just went a bit haywire. Alas please leave your honest comments. It was getting a bit stressful for me. With all the exams and the work load and other two ff's. This was supposed to be a 3-4 part one but thank you sooooo much for taking it to 8' lol' wouldn't have happened with out you lot. This was the only logical way; I could thing of for ending it. Apologies again. This one goes out to sakshi' just love ya hunny. Sorry if I disappointed you. : D' also for everyone who supported me through this. Cheers guys.

Rav

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Originally posted by: cool_pisces

Hey Rav

Wow me first

Thanks for the PM

Good to have u back with us LOL

I did not expect the fanfic to end so soon

Neways it was nice how u brought it abt

Love Mini