The Second- Part 16 page 61 - Page 44

ya man so short! i luved it though!

thnx for the PM...loved it...AR wrestling was too much fun...eagerly wtng for next part...:)

Originally posted by: mansibharti

vacation again !! wow you are the lucky one...😃 but what about us..!!! gosh wordy you are really going to kill me someday...🤢 here i'm already two nails short on my hands... just thinking whats going to happen next and you drop a bomb I'M GOING FOR A VACATION .... AGAIN !!! haven't you heard of the words pity and mercy...!!

im sorry, its not my fault im going on vacation with friends this time, last time i went with my family now im going with just friends. its two diffrent types of vacation 😆 but dont worry i will try my best to finish this fan fic before i go on vacation so you dont become to edgy 😛 but i will be back from my vacation in nine days 😃 thats not too long

Hey ... happy friendship day :)

nice part really good

Chapter fifteen

They laid in bed. It was late at night and all Armaan could do was hold Ridhima in his arms as speak sweet words to her. He loved her. And tonight he had made love to her. As the night got deeper they asked each other more and more personal questions. All night they talked to each other from what their favorite color was to their most embarrassing moment.

"Armaan?" Ridhima said as she heard Armaan open his eyes. He was becoming dazzed as she was too, but neither wanted the night to end. "yeah…" He responded to let her know he was not asleep. He could feel her warm body against his and all of a sudden he was in the mood to make love to her all over again.

"can I ask you another question?" Ridhima asked. All night she was asking questions, and all night he was replying. As the same when for Armaan, he had been asking Ridhima questions on and off, up and down, but now he just wanted to hold her and just answer any questions she might have for him.

"Ask" Armaan said as he closed his eyes to listen to Ridhima's words. "I know that I wasn't the first girl you have been with, and don't get me the wrong way, I won't hate you or anything, I'm just curious how many women have you been with?"

Armaan laughed a little at the question as he held Ridhima in his arms, the bedroom sheets felt cozy over them… "About five before you, I hadn't been with anyone after that night in the car so many years ago" when he said this she frowned a little but she did not hate him. Many other guys had been with many girls before what did it matter.

"why hadn't you…you know been with anyone else after me?" She asked as she slid her hand that was resting on his chest down to his bare stomach.

"You wouldn't understand" He said trying to avoid not talking about it.

"Please…" She asked really wanting to know.

"Well, of course I didn't think I had been in love with you that night when we had done it, but you don't know how I felt that night, that night it was like something I had never felt before. When I had been with you every inch of my body craved for you, just you. And the next morning I knew no one could fill me up the way you did, I guess I knew it would be a waste of time trying to sleep around with every woman that pasted me to take your place when I knew that no one could be good enough." His words made Ridhima melt all over for him. He was more awake then he had been about a minute ago, all over her body wanted to take Armaan in again, to be there again with him.

"Just one more question promise" Ridhima said as she started moving her hand from his stomach lower and to his lower back.

"How could I say no when your hands are so teasing" Armaan said trying to calm his desire. "Who was the first girl that you had been with" of course Ridhima would not know the girl. After all she no longer lived in New York to go down in the streets to beat her up. She just wanted to know as a curious wonderer.

Armaan's whole body tensed up at Ridhima's question, unfortunately she felt his body tense up. She looked up to his face to see his jaw tighten and relax over and over. He did not look angry like he was angry, but he looked more like he was fearful of the question.

"Armaan…?" She waited for him to say something, but he didn't say anything. After a few seconds he finally said "It's not important"

"Who is it?" she asked again, she had a gut feeling of who it might be. But boy did she wish it was not who she was thinking of.

Armaan meet Ridhima's gaze. He could tell, just tell that she already knew there was no point in not telling her, all she needed was confirmation from him and…

"If you know, please don't ask me to say her name" He said really, really hoping that she would just let it go, just not push the buttons, but who was he kidding it was Ridhima. It was her job to push the buttons of everything that could ever go wrong in his life.

"How long ago?" Ridhima said starting to move away from Armaan a little as she started to raise her voice.

"Ridhima, honey." Armaan said trying to move towards her but it got her to move more and more away from him.

"How… long… ago" She said saying every individual word out one by one. "I was seventeen" He said knowing it would just make things worse. But in reality no matter what age he said Ridhima would have been pissed off a him either way.

"How many times!" Ridhima yelled at him. Not screaming but getting close to it.

"Ridhima, don't…" Armaan tried calming the situation down but there was no point Ridhima already was out of bed grabbing her clothes from the floor and started to get dressed.

"How many times!" This time she screamed, really screamed at him.

He knew he could have just lied to her, but he knew that if she found out the truth later she would be angrier then she was at the moment. "To many to count" He finally said trying to not make it sound too bad but he knew no matter how he said it she was going to kill him. If only it had been any girl, any other girl it wouldn't have matter, he could have slept with millions of girls and Ridhima would not have cared but it wasn't his fault that his first girl was who it was, but then again Ridhima's reaction was understandable too.

As Ridhima got dressed Armaan picked up his shorts from the floor also, slipping them on. "Ridhima, I know I should have told you before, but…" He didn't get to finish as Ridhima with fire of fury eyes stood just inches away from his face with a risen voice said " you are a F-in *** ****, you are sick. You slept with a fourteen year old girl, and not once but repeatedly!" after saying that she turned around storming out of the room, but Armaan was not going to let the conversation end without it being fully out in the open. If he let this argument end hanging the more and more bitter feelings were just going to grow.

He ran behind her grabbing her arm outside of the bed room door, pulling her back in the room and closing the door behind him. He stood in from of the door to prevent her from storming out again. His large fame made it very difficult for Ridhima to do anything but to look at him in anger and fury.

"Look, I know it was wrong of me not to tell you but you cannot blame me for being some sick guy, you were fifteen when I had slept with you. Just a year's difference. You don't know the world in which I, Anvil, and Falak had grown up in. We did not even know that Anvil was to inherit so much money until he had at eighteen. I was crazy and stupid at that time. And yes I did do something stupid at that time and yes I was sleeping with more than just one girl at the same time, but I grew up in a sick world too, I taught myself as did Anvil and Falak did to be civilized, to act, talk, walk, and be well educated. And come on you knew when going out with Anvil that you were not his first girlfriend, and you knew that he had slept with many girls before too." Armaan said in his defense. He saw that Ridhima's face was starting to become lighter, less angry, and calmer.

"I'm sorry, I guess I over reacted" Ridhima said walking up to Armaan and into his arms. She then slapped him across the face and then went back in to his arms. Surprisingly he was not surprised to be slapped by Ridhima. In a weird kind of way he was almost expecting it from her "you slap me again and I'll force you to bed with me for the rest of your life" Armaan said as a joke, holding her in his arms starting to walk her back towards the bed so to be able to make love to her all over again that night.

As Armaan slid her down on the bed he heard her say "If I ever catch you even looking at Falak that way you look at me I will murder you." She said with a grin as she felt Armaan's lips coming over her. With his lips still on hers he spoke up "we had broken up because I cheated on her with two other girls, and because we realized that we saw each other more as friends, even more like brothers and sister then lovers." He said as he started to undress his wife. The thought sounded nice, his wife.

"Do you love me?" he asked her as he pressed a figure between her legs causing her to flood with ecstasy.

"Yes" she cried out, she could feel his lips move down to her stomach kissing her with care.

"Say the three words I am dying to here," He said as he went up and whispered in her ear. He removed his figure from inside her leaving her empty, and desiring for only him.

"I love you" She said in a whisper back, looking deep into his eyes and she felt him. She could feel him. It felt as if he was holding her bare heart in his hands, protecting it from being hurt.

"I love you too" he whispered back as she saw her eyes closed and her face full of pleasure.

read this entire fic in a go, on an impulse when i heard two of your readers and my buddies mention it... fun read :) its one of those paced stories where things keep happening with or without the need to actually intricately justify, and yet the series of events is sufficiently gripping!

cheers,
nj
ps: i dont know if you usually PM, but dont add me to the list, i'll keep track :)

Hey..Very Nice part.

Originally posted by: spln

read this entire fic in a go, on an impulse when i heard two of your readers and my buddies mention it... fun read :) its one of those paced stories where things keep happening with or without the need to actually intricately justify, and yet the series of events is sufficiently gripping!

cheers,
nj
ps: i dont know if you usually PM, but dont add me to the list, i'll keep track :)

thanks for the great comment and im glad you liked the fan fic lol, yeah i do PM but im glad that you said you dont need me to PM you 😆 i get so tired of PMing ppl that sometimes it seems that it takes longer to PM ppl then it does to write a whole chapter 😛 but i'm not complaining or anything i really dont mind PMing ppl but its a nice change of thought to hear that i dont need to PM a reader😛 but anyway thanks for the great comment and i will continue very soon😃

Epilogue

Armaan walked back and forward outside his bedroom door. Of all the stupid crazy things Ridhima had talked him into the seven years they had been married, this by far had to be the stupidest.

"Armaan, will you quite pacing back and forward and just chill, every things gonna be fine" Falak said as she sat on the floor against the wall across Armaan and Ridhim's bedroom door.

"how could I have been so stupid to agree. I mean come on, this is her first time and…" and blah blah blah, on and on he went.

"Armaan, relax, she isn't at war, she's giving child birth." Falak said as she grabbed Armaan's hand and forced him to sit down on the floor and wait.

Ridhima had convinced Armaan that she wanted to have their first child at home. When Armaan had agreed it seemed rather cute, with the picture she drew out in his head for him. But when he had went back and read all the dangers of child birth he changed his mind only to be to late in his request.

Armaan wanted to be with his wife at the moment, but again she was so stubborn. Over and over she kept telling him how she did not want him to see the sight of her when in labor. He had hired one of the best of the best doctors more like three of the best doctors to make sure his wife and child come out alive.

What made things scarier was the fact that he could hear her screaming from outside the door. Never had he heard her scream like such even when he took her to bed. Finally he heard a faint cry of a child from the door and the screaming of his wife to an end.

As soon as the doctor come out of the room saying "you can come in" Armaan rushed past the doctor into the room. He saw Ridhima's forehead a little damp from sweat. He then saw a little baby boy, he had secretly wanted a boy; he just ever let on to it. He walked over and kissed Ridhima's forehead and then another sweet kiss on the lips.

He took the child that Ridhima was holding in to his own hands and held him. Ridhima and him and already come up with a name for the little fella, they were gonna name him Anvil. As he looked down at the little boy and then at Ridhima who had already dozed off to sleep, Armaan knew, no matter what happened in the end he was always going to be the second guy in her life and no matter what he did, he could never change it. The little baby boy Anvil would always be the first in her life and he would also be the second guy. And the truth was he really did not mind being just that this time, the second.

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