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heyy guyz, ok here is part 15, have fun...!!!
She came down the stairs slowly, lost in her deep thoughts when a sudden shriek disrupted her,
'ridziii..kaisi hai', nikki ran towards her, taking her in a big hug, ridhima smiled,
'i am good, tu bata..', both started walking down,
'main kiya bataoon, TU bata, how was last nite hun', nikki nudged her elbow, ridhima tried her level best to put on a smile,
'aaa could yous stop talkin abou it..', armaan moved towards them, sighing, god why is everyone askin the same thang again nd again, we did nothin, he rolled his eyes,
'armaaan...i wasnt talking to you, shut up', nikki slapped his arm, while he made a face at her,
'see i aint interested in yous anyway, i just came here ta give dis to ridhima', he held her ticket in his hand,
'k babes..u keep it with ye alrite, everythings done', he passed her the ticket, she smiled politely and took it, nikita's eyes moistened up on hearing about her best friend's departure, she turned her back towards them, tears rolled down her eyes, armaan heard her wheezing and sighed, he glanced at ridhima and saw her eyes welling up too, ahh mai godd, he mumbled,
'niks i am after cheerin her up nd now u hav started cryin..what is wrong with yous..calm down..she aint goin ta some battlefield', armaan moaned and turned nikki around, who shot her head up and smacked his back,
'i hate you...u r taking my best friend', she kept a hand on her waist, armaan widened his eyes, he was seriously frustrated with all of them, its not a big deal,
'jeez guyz..stop hitting me, it aint ma fault', he straightened his shirt, while ridhima bursted out laughing at his actions,
'oye stop being mean to my wife, aik to ham hai jo tujhe or isse inta miss kareinge upar se tu attitude maar raha hai', abhi came forward, to subside nikita's cries,
'ya buh this very wife of yers is gettin on ma nerves...tell her ta chill', armaan glared at nikki, who slapped his arm again,
'oww...what is with ye and this arm', he moved away from them, wanting to create distance, so she cant beat him again, nikki smirked, ridhima giggled watching the scene infront of her, aah ill miss all of them so much, she heaved,
'k armaan ridhima i think you should go and get ready...hamein nikalna bhi hai..its already evening', ananya interrupted their argument and carressed ridhima's hair,
'aaa, jesus man, thanks a lot', armaan mumbled happily and started climbing the stairs, the rest looked at him sadly, they'll miss him and his aaa's and ooo's, ridhima shook her head,
armaan stopped and came down, he held his hand out for ridhima,
'u comin', he asked, smiling at her,
'huh...oh ya', she gave her hand to armaan and both walked upstairs, leaving the rest feeling perturbed...
As they entered their bedroom and armaan shut the door, she closed her eyes, feeling slightly unusual about having someone with her all the time, even in bedroom, she tucked her fringe behind her ear, watching him slump himself on the bed and lean back,
'i am soooo tired', he moaned,
She moved towards his wardrobe, 'armaan..tell me what you want to wear, ill take it out', she asked, trying to get herself busy in something, she ignored her sudden urge of sitting beside him and asking about his tiredness, she reminded herself that she had no choice but to give him his much needed space here, she had to let go, she had to compromise here,
'um ridhima...babes..do me a favour..dont open dat thing, u wont like it', he mumbled lazily, running a hand through his hair, thinking about everything that has happened to him since he got married, dudde why is she takin care of yer things..tell her not ta do it, she aint yer wife, YAA buh she is a friend, dudde u a**, muzz or anji never did anythin like this, nor any of yer other gal mates, aa man, she is yer roomate and who cares if she does it or not, i wont have ta do em shitty cleaning jobs, she'll be doin it, how cool is dat, ya buh, shup u idiot, just go with the flow..alrite', he explained himself, his mind winning the battle yet again,
'armaaan, why wont i like it', she came towards the bed, at first she thought, he didnt want her to touch his things, buh then why did he say i wont like it, she frowned,
'ridhima..babes see eh..well its', armaan sat up and grinned sheepishly, not wanting to tell her about the state of his wardrobe,
she raised her eyebrows, asking him to continue and took his hands in hers, forcing him to stand up,
'batao...infact ill open it myself', she made her way towards his wardrobe, once again and slide opened the two doors, only to widen her eyes in shock,
'armaan...ye..what the hell is this', she pointed towards his messy room in another words his wardrobe, piles of clothes lying in every corner of it, hangers lying on the floor, lights switched on, his perfume bottles scattered around the floor, thank god they arent broken, she sighed,
he went up to her,
'um SEE i told ya..ye wont like it, i mean, well in the mornin i couldnt find this sexy shirt m wearin rite now buh den i found it after wastin my whole fifteen minutes nd omg u wont believe wher the shirt was..', he paused seeing her glaring at him in anger, her hands folded against her chest,
'where was it', she asked slowly, clenching her teeth at him, how can this man be so irresponsible, he is not organised at all, there you go, riddzzi iska aik aur feature tere saamne aagaya, she kept glaring at him,
'well um it was jst behind dat pillow ova der', he scratched his head, making the cutest face ever, ridhima's anger didnt vanish this time inspite of those dimples deepening in, she slapped his arm, hard, she is already not in good moods, she is disturbed, there is so much going on, she is going to some different part of the world, knowing that her marriage is a joke to her so - called husband and on top of it she comes to know that he is a completely careless person, not systemised at all, aggh, she wanted to beat him now,
'mein kyun thi wahan, armaan..you could have asked me...why the hell are you so annoying..ahhh omg u havent even packed anything yet, now what should i do..get ready or start cleaning this thing or pack your bags', she slapped him once again, while he just moaned in pain,
'oww...u guyz have been beatin me from the mornin...u dnt hav ta do nything..ill do it alrite', armaan raised his voice in frustration and shoved her lightly, knowing that she is angry too, he went inside and looked around the whole room, confused on where to start, he kept a hand under his chin thinking,
ridhima watched him, keeping a hand on her waist, main bhi dekhti hun ye sab akele kaise saaf karega, she smirked, knowing that he cant do it on his own,
After a few minutes, armaan sat down with a big sigh, giving up, he couldnt even think properly, he couldnt make a rough sketch on where to start from, he couldnt even brainstorm what will be the first few things he has to do to clean the room,
he glanced at ridhima, who was playing with her hair, he wanted her help but his ego stopped him from asking it, slapping his head and cursing himself for acting like a show - off, he got up,
'ridhima..um k fine..alri help us ere', armaan said slowly, ridhima smirked,
'i caannt hear youu', she chuckled, he clenched his teeth and turned the other way, exhausted now,
ridhima giggled and shook her head, melting away, his cute angry face did it all, she went towards him, keeping a hand on his shoulder and turned him around,
'alrite...u go and get ready, ill clean it all, she smiled, armaan shot his head up and raised his eyebrows, wondering how can she be so nice, she is a sweetheart, he smiled and kept his hand around her waist and kissed her forehead, lingering his lips there, she gasped and closed her eyes, feeling blissful, 'babes..u r a really cool friend', he hugged her but soon parted away and went inside the bathroom, leaving an upset ridhima behind, he never saw me in that light, he just takes me as some mere friend, a lone tear skipped her eye and she quickly wiped it, its going be to very hard, ridzi, she sighed and began her task...
'phew..finalllly', she sat infront of the dresser and looked around to see the room neat and clean, his bags nearly packed, she felt her shoulders aching, she badly needed a message cream or some oil right now, she pushed her straps down and started clutching the sore areas tightly, rubbing her palm over them, she closed her eyes in pain, lifting up those heavy bags wasnt easy at all, she mumbled,
Armaan came outside the bathroom, only to notice the wardrobe doors opened for him to enter, it looked like it had gone under some major refurbishment, the shelves completely empty, the floor clean and shiny as ever, his perfume bottles all in their boxes, packed and ready to be dumped in his suitcase, armaan smiled, liking the neat and tidy sight of something for the first time,
he looked around for ridhima, he just had to thank her now, he saw her sitting by the dresser, rubbing her bare shoulder, he gulped, wanting to put his lips there, to kiss them hard, he came closer,
she seemed fatigued, her shoulders had gone a bit red due to her constant rubbing, i shuld have helped her, he felt guilty, dudde u said u wont have ta do anythin, what u cryin fer, aahh,
he bent down, behind her, thinking for a second, he couldnt help but stare at her golden tanned but white flesh, his heart skipped a beat, he touseled her hair to one side,
ridhima gasped feeling his fingers, coming in contact with her skin, he kept a hand on both of her shoulders and straightened them, massaging them lightly, he was sure that this is what she needs right now, he just knew it,
her heart pounded against her chest, she breathed in heavily, loving his touch, she didnt know why but she didnt want to turn around or move. she couldnt, his every action aroused more feelings within her, no matter how much she tries to stay away, she felt, she'll always end up coming close to him,
armaan leaned in and kissed them, he just wanted to kiss them, there was something shouting, keep away, but he payed no heed to it, he wanted to relax her, he felt as if only he has the right to do that,
ridhima closed her eyes and moaned in delight, he moved his lips up to her ear lobe and bit it slightly,
'i am sorry babes, i shuld hav helped ya innit', he whispered and kissed her shoulders once again, feeling their softness, aaah i wanna do her crazzzy man, he sighed,
ridhima's breathing rate maximised, a pink shade made its way through her cheeks, she smiled,
'ok..i know..get a nice shower alrite, ill do the rest of it, we just hav ta dump all in dis suitcase nyway', he pulled her straps up slowly and turned her around, she opened her eyes immediately in utter shock,
'no tum kuch ander dump nahi karoge...u r gonna put in everything gently, be calm..ur flight is running nowhere', she warned him, armaan chuckled,
'alrite..ill be good..can ye please go now, its already late', he mumbled, armaan helped her and she made her way in, closing the door after her, she went infront of the mirror and pulled her sleeves down again, carressing the area, where he kissed her, she looked down blushingly, seeing a new ray of hope, maybe, he'll love me, warna wo aise kyun behave karta hai, maybe this will work out..maybe, she thought...
They both walked down the stairs with two servants, holding their bags, behind them.
Billy sighed looking at the two, they looked perfect together, he was extremely happy that his son is now settled on both personal and professional grounds,
'yaa just keep em in the boot alrite', armaan ordered the servant, who went outside with the luggage, following his command
'ridhima..u feelin okay now..r ya', he kept a hand on her shoulder, to which she smiled politely, she felt nervous, going to a new place with new people was difficult,
armaan looked down, rolling his eyes at himself, dude enough now alrite...why the f**k do ye care, just shut up now, she's doin good, yaah buh the chick is ma mate, for f**ksake, i cant ignore her, aa hate you, he kicked himself hard, mentally, feeling a bit uneasy at the thought of not keeping upto what he decided,
'oooh ridz u look sexy..love yer top', anjali came towards her and hugged her,
'ya gal we'll go shoppin everyday..', muskaan came upto them too, ridhima smiled and agreed,
Armaan gazed at her, she did look sexy, that grey studded longline top and those seam treggings, made her look gorgeous, showing off her perfect curves, he didnt know why but she was the only girl whose dressing sense was up to his perfect 10 on 10 mark, her messy layered updo and black shades made her look absolutely stylish, he shook his head to bring him out of his trance, godd man actin like some c**t, ammy dude thats not ye, he made a face at the idea that he is changing, he didnt want to change, he is the cool one, he mumbled..
'okay guyz..ab bas karo..chalo we are getting late', Ananya announced, they all were at the airport, all set and ready to depart, both billy ananya bid their goodbyes, to roy and bindi, thanking them for everything, they were totally overwhelmed with the amount of respect and friendliness the latter had shown them,
ridhima looked around at the other indians, only god knows when will i come back here again, she lowered her gaze,
He sighed in frustration, looking at her still talking to her mum and dad, their eyes brimming up with tears, oh god, he mumbled,
'babes..could ye ever stop cryin, u might flood this place, shit man, i dont want my flight to get delayed..stop alrite', armaan gave a side - hug to ridhima, cracking a joke, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, he saw how everyone at the airport was getting emotional and rolled his eyes, 'seems like all of em are the same', he chuckled,
ridhima nodded and bid a final goodbye to her mum and dad,
'ridzii isko bolna tujhe yahan har saal bheje', nikki came towards armaan, pleading him, armaan hugged her,
'aa mai god niks, u creatin a scene here now, its gonna be every year..i promised yous', armaan kissed her forehead, abhi too came forward and hugged armaan,
'k bye bro, dont worry even if for some reason you guyz dont make it, ill surely bring nikki around', abhi patted his back, armaan frowned, dudde i guess they havent realised that ye aint comin ta this place again..like never..this place is unlucky for me...duhh i got married ere, he rolled his eyes,
soon rahul, muskaan and anjali too hugged abhi nikki and the rest,
'ridzi i didnt even get to talk to you after coming from england...ye kia baaat hui yaar', atul came forward and engulfed her in a big hug,
'atul..buh dont you go nywhere when i come okay', ridhima smiled in between her tears,
'uncle..you dont worry alrite...ridhima is in gud hands', armaan hugged shashank and kissed padma's cheek,
'aa god..ill miss ye so much', he said, while she pulled his ear, making him moan in pain,
'sudharja sudharja', she slapped his face while armaan just smirked, ridhima giggled at their banter, loving the way he has bonded so well with her mother,
'k ridhima lets get in now..guyz move along', armaan kept an arm around ridhima's waist, she gazed at him, he clutched her waist in reassurance and smiled at her,
ridhima waved back at her parents and her friends, she wiped her tears and both made their way in, to start a new life, to face the world, start their career and begin a different journey, together,
'i hope she always stays happy', padma waved her, mumbling to herself, worried about her daughter's life...
'hmm...so all set', armaan glanced at a nervous ridhima sitting beside him, on the aisle seat,
'yup...m tired though', she leaned back, closing her eyes, relaxing her muscles, armaan frowned, see u should hav helped her,
'aaa hate that..buh how cum ye pulled yer muscle', he asked, plucking one of his earphones in his ear,
'ehh...well at first i cleaned that floor and then i thought, i might as well just pack your bags at the same time, so then i tried to drag that black heavy bag of yours, buh then i couldnt..forget it armaan..its a long story..anyways we are done now, who cares', she moaned, even thinking about what she did makes her feel weary,
Armaan chuckled, he sensed the sudden movement of the plane and immediately phewed,
'aah man...finally states here i come man..ahh this is heaven man...i hate this place..F**kin freshy land', he mumbled, ridhima slapped his arm in anger,
'why are you always cursing india armaan..tell me did you not like it one bit', she asked,
'nooo', armaan answered uninterestedly and began picking out a selection of songs on his i- pod,
ridhima scowled at him in displease,
'fine...go to hell', she folded her hands against her chest and looked the other way, annoyed with him, Armaan snickered and began listening to those heavy metal tunes, which energized
him, he felt exhilarated and content on going back to his world, his country and his carefree and buoyant lifestyle...
'gosh', he whewed, it had been literally twelve hours since their flight had taken off, Armaan was getting worn out by each passing hour, he did catch his zzz's during the trip but obviously thats not enough, 'aah hate this long flights ting', he groaned, he glanced at ridhima who was sleeping in quite an uncomfortable position, her head titled towards the window, wanting to find some place to lean on, her hair were all messed up with fringes falling on her face, covering it, armaan smiled,
he brushed the strands off her face and tucked them behind her ear, gazing at her lips, aaa man wanna touch em again, he thought, they tasted so nice on nikki's sangeet, he craved to ponder his lips all over her mouth and hear her delightful moans,
ridhima leaned on his shoulder, finally finding comfort, armaan felt a ripple of happiness bursting inside him, he felt as if this is the place where she belongs, in his arms, with him,
she clutched his arms, unaware of the havoc she was creating within him,
'sir...are you alrite..do you need anything', a blonde air hostess's voice jerked him out of his reverie,
'huh', he looked up to see a hot air hostess standing infront of him, eyeing him and his looks, he was wearing a light blue satin strip shirt and fit jeans, looking dashing and sexy as ever,
dudee what the heck, u r missin all them sexy birds just coz of this gal, aah fu*ksake, shit,
'heya', he smirked,
the airhostess raised her eyebrow, slyly, 'hi..um do ye need anythin', she asked, her hands joined behind her,
armaan felt great to be back home, to his place, his people, where he belongs, now dis is ma thing, he thought,
'how abou ye there', armaan grinned coyly,
'well since u have a pretty lady beside ya..i guess m not on the course', she folded her hands against her chest, liking his flirtacious tone, wishing that the girl sleeping on his shoulder is not his girlfriend,
Armaan glanced at who she was signalling to, his wife, ridhima, the sweetest thing in this whole world, aa, damn it,
'naah..just anotha lady', he kept a hand on ridhima's head and tilted it to the other side, forgetting about her discomfort and her aching muscle,
'aaa..u seem ta be caring', the blonde smiled, while armaan slashed his dimpled grin to her...
Atlast, they had landed and were making their way out, both armaan and rahul had an awesome time, chatting and flirting with different air hostesses, while the rest just slept somehow, to get the time moving, its hard to travel from one part of the world to another,
ridhima stepped inside the airport and shivered, wrapping her hands around her arms, although the central heating system was switched on but ridhima obviously wasnt used to the american weather,
'kiya baat hai ridhima...u feel cold haina..pata nahi but the weather is really bad today..its not like this usually', ananya kept a hand on her shoulder, while ridhima just smiled, tired from the big long journey,
Armaan who was turning on his phone, shot his head up at the mention of ridhima and cold, he gazed at her nose which had gone slightly red due to the cold conditions, yaah adaptin the changes, he mumbled,
'dont worrry...ridzi do you wanna share this with me', muskaan took out a shawl from her bag and offered, ridhima immediately nodded and moved towards muskaan, making the rest chuckle,
Ridhima sighed, frustrated with the continous security checks, she glared at the guard in anger, who was checking out her passport, seeing a different colour rather than the usual navy blues, all the rest had been checked and cleared, she glanced at them standing on the other side, waiting for her, she lowered her gaze, feeling slightly embarrassed, now this is where racism and descrimination comes along, she wheezed, feeling upset,
'madam...could you step aside please..we have to go through some security checks', the guard said firmly, nearly intimidating her,
godd i am new here, he is scaring me, ridhima nodded and stepped aside, tucking her strands behind her ear,
Armaan frowned seeing the security guard still with her, not letting her through, he saw how he asked her to open her bag and empty its contents, he made a face,
'daa...whats takin him soo long', armaan raised his eyebrows, i wanna go home..aahh,
'arre wahi...strict checking or kiya yaar, terrorist problem..will they ever get over it', billy moaned, feeling sorry for his lovely daughter - in - law,
armaan sighed, trying to keep his calm, he didnt mind all this security, afterall it was for the people and their safety but he felt uneasy seeing the guard take so long on going through his wife's papers, dude why does it botha ye..who cares if she stays ere, ya buh becoz of her..you are gettin delayed..idiot, he groaned,
Ridhima smiled when the guard asked her to move through the x - ray scans, 'thank god', she mumbled but hearing the machine beeping on her motions, she raised her eyebrows, confused as there wasnt anything metallic on her top,
'ok we'll have ta check ye', the guard asked her to turn around and moved the scanner through her body, ridhima hesitently turned around and let him check her,
Armaan felt a sudden rage of anger stirring within him, he could see ridhima's hesistent face, he felt a pang on seeing her so hurt and timid, she was already very nervous, her shoulder is aching, she is tired, what the f**k, he is scanning my wife's body,
'dats it', he mumbled and stormed towards the guard,
'aa mate she is with us here', he said in a raised voice,
both ridhima and the guard looked at him, she sighed in relief, relaxed, she felt hurt and disquieted at the way he was eyeing her suspiciously, as if she is some suicide bomber,
'oh are you mr.mallik yeah', he asked, peeking at ridhima's papers,
'yup..here is ma passport', armaan showed him the colour he was looking for, the navy blue american one, he smirked,
The guard took less than three minutes and stamped ridhima's passport, allowing her to enter the 'United States of America',
Armaan shook his head in astonishment, he didnt like this grumpy guard at all, aa mai god, he dare meet me sometime else on the streets, ill kick the shit outta em,
he kept a hand on ridhima's waist, apologetically, she smiled at him, feeling at ease and both made their way towards the others, who were happy to see him taking care of her...
'woowwwww', ridhima mumbled in amazement, she was spellbounded with the interiors of the mansion, how can anything look so lavishly designed and yet so homely, she wondered,
'beta ab isse dhakka do...or apna pehla kadam is ghar mein rakho', bi smiled, giving her an instruction, ridhima simpered, she is gonna make her first entry in her house, she felt excited but the sadness of her so called marriage took over that excitement,
'aaaa make it quick ridhima...i wanna sleep', armaan whined, interrupting her chain of thoughts, he was sick of these good for nothing rituals, how do i get rid of em, he sighed,
'huh oh ya', she kicked the pot containing rice and smiled,
They were finally in the mallik mansion, in their home, rahul, muskaan and anjali had gone home, promising to be back by the next day to check upon ridhima,
Armaan phewed and slumped himself on the couch,
'woah...wat a trip man', he closed his eyes, totally worn out,
ridhima who was busy admiring a selection of pot pourri, looked up at him, pitying his condition, he was going weary now, afterall it was a really long flight, she whined,
she was extremely touched with the way he helped her on the airport, seems like airports are lucky for us, ridhima giggled at her own thoughts,
'does anyone wanna eat anything', she asked,
'nayyi bache, we all are tired and we know you are too, chalo everyone jao sab', ananya came towards her and carressed her hair,
'yaa ridhima, we aint big giant fatsos like ye', armaan stood up, while ridhima opened her mouth wide, offended with what he said,
'huh..why did u call me a fatso...i was only being nice..fine mat khao..godd', she stomped her foot on the ground and started going up the stairs, in search of their room,
bi chuckled, 'jaa armaan..usse kamra nahi pata..go', she patted his cheek and went towards her room,
'alrite', he smirked and went upstairs, wanting to just hit the bed now...
'k here we are', he announced opening the doors of the room and entered, 'oh my god', she said, speechless with the beauty of the room, a dark wenge wooden bi - fold door leading to his balcony, with napoli designed platform bedroom suite, looking mordern and futuristc,
'woowww...yer room is soo coool', ridhima mumbled, armaan chuckled at her expressions,
'coool yeah like me innit', he dropped himself on the bed, closing his eyes, he just wanted to sleep now, ridhima raised her eyebrow and looked at him,
'yahh rite...keep dreamin', she retorted and went inside the bathroom, not giving him a chance to answer back,
'aaa dis chick has got a lot ta see', he smirked and closed his eyes, dozing off slowly, pooped out from his flight, his trip and his marriage,
She touched the granite marble of the wash basin, mentally applauding armaan's choice, she just knew he was the one who selected these designs, she just knew it, he was right, they were totally cool, just like him, cool, thats not even a better term for him, he was something way beyond that, she glanced around the room, so this is where i am gonna live my whole life with everyone, just as i dreamt, she mumbled and closed her eyes, feeling ecstatic, she splashed water on her face, to wash off the exhaustion, cold water soothing her senses, awakening her mind, which reminded her off their marriage, a question striked her mind, am i doing wrong by hoping that it will work out, will i get hurt again,
she came out of the bathroom, to see him already asleep and in his dreams, she lied beside him and carressed his hair, loving their sleek and soft graze, cozily heading to her slumberland...
ok guyz this was part 15, pretty boring innit..?? i need yer comments...lol, loved the ones..like no literally loved the ones fer part 14, i know buh see i wanted to cover this whole travelling
part...plz tell me how you felt...may be i'm thinking too much...haha..!!
PART 15
She came down the stairs slowly, lost in her deep thoughts when a sudden shriek disrupted her,
'ridziii..kaisi hai', nikki ran towards her, taking her in a big hug, ridhima smiled,
'i am good, tu bata..', both started walking down,
'main kiya bataoon, TU bata, how was last nite hun', nikki nudged her elbow, ridhima tried her level best to put on a smile,
'aaa could yous stop talkin abou it..', armaan moved towards them, sighing, god why is everyone askin the same thang again nd again, we did nothin, he rolled his eyes,
'armaaan...i wasnt talking to you, shut up', nikki slapped his arm, while he made a face at her,
'see i aint interested in yous anyway, i just came here ta give dis to ridhima', he held her ticket in his hand,
'k babes..u keep it with ye alrite, everythings done', he passed her the ticket, she smiled politely and took it, nikita's eyes moistened up on hearing about her best friend's departure, she turned her back towards them, tears rolled down her eyes, armaan heard her wheezing and sighed, he glanced at ridhima and saw her eyes welling up too, ahh mai godd, he mumbled,
'niks i am after cheerin her up nd now u hav started cryin..what is wrong with yous..calm down..she aint goin ta some battlefield', armaan moaned and turned nikki around, who shot her head up and smacked his back,
'i hate you...u r taking my best friend', she kept a hand on her waist, armaan widened his eyes, he was seriously frustrated with all of them, its not a big deal,
'jeez guyz..stop hitting me, it aint ma fault', he straightened his shirt, while ridhima bursted out laughing at his actions,
'oye stop being mean to my wife, aik to ham hai jo tujhe or isse inta miss kareinge upar se tu attitude maar raha hai', abhi came forward, to subside nikita's cries,
'ya buh this very wife of yers is gettin on ma nerves...tell her ta chill', armaan glared at nikki, who slapped his arm again,
'oww...what is with ye and this arm', he moved away from them, wanting to create distance, so she cant beat him again, nikki smirked, ridhima giggled watching the scene infront of her, aah ill miss all of them so much, she heaved,
'k armaan ridhima i think you should go and get ready...hamein nikalna bhi hai..its already evening', ananya interrupted their argument and carressed ridhima's hair,
'aaa, jesus man, thanks a lot', armaan mumbled happily and started climbing the stairs, the rest looked at him sadly, they'll miss him and his aaa's and ooo's, ridhima shook her head,
armaan stopped and came down, he held his hand out for ridhima,
'u comin', he asked, smiling at her,
'huh...oh ya', she gave her hand to armaan and both walked upstairs, leaving the rest feeling perturbed...
As they entered their bedroom and armaan shut the door, she closed her eyes, feeling slightly unusual about having someone with her all the time, even in bedroom, she tucked her fringe behind her ear, watching him slump himself on the bed and lean back,
'i am soooo tired', he moaned,
She moved towards his wardrobe, 'armaan..tell me what you want to wear, ill take it out', she asked, trying to get herself busy in something, she ignored her sudden urge of sitting beside him and asking about his tiredness, she reminded herself that she had no choice but to give him his much needed space here, she had to let go, she had to compromise here,
'um ridhima...babes..do me a favour..dont open dat thing, u wont like it', he mumbled lazily, running a hand through his hair, thinking about everything that has happened to him since he got married, dudde why is she takin care of yer things..tell her not ta do it, she aint yer wife, YAA buh she is a friend, dudde u a**, muzz or anji never did anythin like this, nor any of yer other gal mates, aa man, she is yer roomate and who cares if she does it or not, i wont have ta do em shitty cleaning jobs, she'll be doin it, how cool is dat, ya buh, shup u idiot, just go with the flow..alrite', he explained himself, his mind winning the battle yet again,
'armaaan, why wont i like it', she came towards the bed, at first she thought, he didnt want her to touch his things, buh then why did he say i wont like it, she frowned,
'ridhima..babes see eh..well its', armaan sat up and grinned sheepishly, not wanting to tell her about the state of his wardrobe,
she raised her eyebrows, asking him to continue and took his hands in hers, forcing him to stand up,
'batao...infact ill open it myself', she made her way towards his wardrobe, once again and slide opened the two doors, only to widen her eyes in shock,
'armaan...ye..what the hell is this', she pointed towards his messy room in another words his wardrobe, piles of clothes lying in every corner of it, hangers lying on the floor, lights switched on, his perfume bottles scattered around the floor, thank god they arent broken, she sighed,
he went up to her,
'um SEE i told ya..ye wont like it, i mean, well in the mornin i couldnt find this sexy shirt m wearin rite now buh den i found it after wastin my whole fifteen minutes nd omg u wont believe wher the shirt was..', he paused seeing her glaring at him in anger, her hands folded against her chest,
'where was it', she asked slowly, clenching her teeth at him, how can this man be so irresponsible, he is not organised at all, there you go, riddzzi iska aik aur feature tere saamne aagaya, she kept glaring at him,
'well um it was jst behind dat pillow ova der', he scratched his head, making the cutest face ever, ridhima's anger didnt vanish this time inspite of those dimples deepening in, she slapped his arm, hard, she is already not in good moods, she is disturbed, there is so much going on, she is going to some different part of the world, knowing that her marriage is a joke to her so - called husband and on top of it she comes to know that he is a completely careless person, not systemised at all, aggh, she wanted to beat him now,
'mein kyun thi wahan, armaan..you could have asked me...why the hell are you so annoying..ahhh omg u havent even packed anything yet, now what should i do..get ready or start cleaning this thing or pack your bags', she slapped him once again, while he just moaned in pain,
'oww...u guyz have been beatin me from the mornin...u dnt hav ta do nything..ill do it alrite', armaan raised his voice in frustration and shoved her lightly, knowing that she is angry too, he went inside and looked around the whole room, confused on where to start, he kept a hand under his chin thinking,
ridhima watched him, keeping a hand on her waist, main bhi dekhti hun ye sab akele kaise saaf karega, she smirked, knowing that he cant do it on his own,
After a few minutes, armaan sat down with a big sigh, giving up, he couldnt even think properly, he couldnt make a rough sketch on where to start from, he couldnt even brainstorm what will be the first few things he has to do to clean the room,
he glanced at ridhima, who was playing with her hair, he wanted her help but his ego stopped him from asking it, slapping his head and cursing himself for acting like a show - off, he got up,
'ridhima..um k fine..alri help us ere', armaan said slowly, ridhima smirked,
'i caannt hear youu', she chuckled, he clenched his teeth and turned the other way, exhausted now,
ridhima giggled and shook her head, melting away, his cute angry face did it all, she went towards him, keeping a hand on his shoulder and turned him around,
'alrite...u go and get ready, ill clean it all, she smiled, armaan shot his head up and raised his eyebrows, wondering how can she be so nice, she is a sweetheart, he smiled and kept his hand around her waist and kissed her forehead, lingering his lips there, she gasped and closed her eyes, feeling blissful, 'babes..u r a really cool friend', he hugged her but soon parted away and went inside the bathroom, leaving an upset ridhima behind, he never saw me in that light, he just takes me as some mere friend, a lone tear skipped her eye and she quickly wiped it, its going be to very hard, ridzi, she sighed and began her task...
'phew..finalllly', she sat infront of the dresser and looked around to see the room neat and clean, his bags nearly packed, she felt her shoulders aching, she badly needed a message cream or some oil right now, she pushed her straps down and started clutching the sore areas tightly, rubbing her palm over them, she closed her eyes in pain, lifting up those heavy bags wasnt easy at all, she mumbled,
Armaan came outside the bathroom, only to notice the wardrobe doors opened for him to enter, it looked like it had gone under some major refurbishment, the shelves completely empty, the floor clean and shiny as ever, his perfume bottles all in their boxes, packed and ready to be dumped in his suitcase, armaan smiled, liking the neat and tidy sight of something for the first time,
he looked around for ridhima, he just had to thank her now, he saw her sitting by the dresser, rubbing her bare shoulder, he gulped, wanting to put his lips there, to kiss them hard, he came closer,
she seemed fatigued, her shoulders had gone a bit red due to her constant rubbing, i shuld have helped her, he felt guilty, dudde u said u wont have ta do anythin, what u cryin fer, aahh,
he bent down, behind her, thinking for a second, he couldnt help but stare at her golden tanned but white flesh, his heart skipped a beat, he touseled her hair to one side,
ridhima gasped feeling his fingers, coming in contact with her skin, he kept a hand on both of her shoulders and straightened them, massaging them lightly, he was sure that this is what she needs right now, he just knew it,
her heart pounded against her chest, she breathed in heavily, loving his touch, she didnt know why but she didnt want to turn around or move. she couldnt, his every action aroused more feelings within her, no matter how much she tries to stay away, she felt, she'll always end up coming close to him,
armaan leaned in and kissed them, he just wanted to kiss them, there was something shouting, keep away, but he payed no heed to it, he wanted to relax her, he felt as if only he has the right to do that,
ridhima closed her eyes and moaned in delight, he moved his lips up to her ear lobe and bit it slightly,
'i am sorry babes, i shuld hav helped ya innit', he whispered and kissed her shoulders once again, feeling their softness, aaah i wanna do her crazzzy man, he sighed,
ridhima's breathing rate maximised, a pink shade made its way through her cheeks, she smiled,
'ok..i know..get a nice shower alrite, ill do the rest of it, we just hav ta dump all in dis suitcase nyway', he pulled her straps up slowly and turned her around, she opened her eyes immediately in utter shock,
'no tum kuch ander dump nahi karoge...u r gonna put in everything gently, be calm..ur flight is running nowhere', she warned him, armaan chuckled,
'alrite..ill be good..can ye please go now, its already late', he mumbled, armaan helped her and she made her way in, closing the door after her, she went infront of the mirror and pulled her sleeves down again, carressing the area, where he kissed her, she looked down blushingly, seeing a new ray of hope, maybe, he'll love me, warna wo aise kyun behave karta hai, maybe this will work out..maybe, she thought...
They both walked down the stairs with two servants, holding their bags, behind them.
Billy sighed looking at the two, they looked perfect together, he was extremely happy that his son is now settled on both personal and professional grounds,
'yaa just keep em in the boot alrite', armaan ordered the servant, who went outside with the luggage, following his command
'ridhima..u feelin okay now..r ya', he kept a hand on her shoulder, to which she smiled politely, she felt nervous, going to a new place with new people was difficult,
armaan looked down, rolling his eyes at himself, dude enough now alrite...why the f**k do ye care, just shut up now, she's doin good, yaah buh the chick is ma mate, for f**ksake, i cant ignore her, aa hate you, he kicked himself hard, mentally, feeling a bit uneasy at the thought of not keeping upto what he decided,
'oooh ridz u look sexy..love yer top', anjali came towards her and hugged her,
'ya gal we'll go shoppin everyday..', muskaan came upto them too, ridhima smiled and agreed,
Armaan gazed at her, she did look sexy, that grey studded longline top and those seam treggings, made her look gorgeous, showing off her perfect curves, he didnt know why but she was the only girl whose dressing sense was up to his perfect 10 on 10 mark, her messy layered updo and black shades made her look absolutely stylish, he shook his head to bring him out of his trance, godd man actin like some c**t, ammy dude thats not ye, he made a face at the idea that he is changing, he didnt want to change, he is the cool one, he mumbled..
'okay guyz..ab bas karo..chalo we are getting late', Ananya announced, they all were at the airport, all set and ready to depart, both billy ananya bid their goodbyes, to roy and bindi, thanking them for everything, they were totally overwhelmed with the amount of respect and friendliness the latter had shown them,
ridhima looked around at the other indians, only god knows when will i come back here again, she lowered her gaze,
He sighed in frustration, looking at her still talking to her mum and dad, their eyes brimming up with tears, oh god, he mumbled,
'babes..could ye ever stop cryin, u might flood this place, shit man, i dont want my flight to get delayed..stop alrite', armaan gave a side - hug to ridhima, cracking a joke, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, he saw how everyone at the airport was getting emotional and rolled his eyes, 'seems like all of em are the same', he chuckled,
ridhima nodded and bid a final goodbye to her mum and dad,
'ridzii isko bolna tujhe yahan har saal bheje', nikki came towards armaan, pleading him, armaan hugged her,
'aa mai god niks, u creatin a scene here now, its gonna be every year..i promised yous', armaan kissed her forehead, abhi too came forward and hugged armaan,
'k bye bro, dont worry even if for some reason you guyz dont make it, ill surely bring nikki around', abhi patted his back, armaan frowned, dudde i guess they havent realised that ye aint comin ta this place again..like never..this place is unlucky for me...duhh i got married ere, he rolled his eyes,
soon rahul, muskaan and anjali too hugged abhi nikki and the rest,
'ridzi i didnt even get to talk to you after coming from england...ye kia baaat hui yaar', atul came forward and engulfed her in a big hug,
'atul..buh dont you go nywhere when i come okay', ridhima smiled in between her tears,
'uncle..you dont worry alrite...ridhima is in gud hands', armaan hugged shashank and kissed padma's cheek,
'aa god..ill miss ye so much', he said, while she pulled his ear, making him moan in pain,
'sudharja sudharja', she slapped his face while armaan just smirked, ridhima giggled at their banter, loving the way he has bonded so well with her mother,
'k ridhima lets get in now..guyz move along', armaan kept an arm around ridhima's waist, she gazed at him, he clutched her waist in reassurance and smiled at her,
ridhima waved back at her parents and her friends, she wiped her tears and both made their way in, to start a new life, to face the world, start their career and begin a different journey, together,
'i hope she always stays happy', padma waved her, mumbling to herself, worried about her daughter's life...
'hmm...so all set', armaan glanced at a nervous ridhima sitting beside him, on the aisle seat,
'yup...m tired though', she leaned back, closing her eyes, relaxing her muscles, armaan frowned, see u should hav helped her,
'aaa hate that..buh how cum ye pulled yer muscle', he asked, plucking one of his earphones in his ear,
'ehh...well at first i cleaned that floor and then i thought, i might as well just pack your bags at the same time, so then i tried to drag that black heavy bag of yours, buh then i couldnt..forget it armaan..its a long story..anyways we are done now, who cares', she moaned, even thinking about what she did makes her feel weary,
Armaan chuckled, he sensed the sudden movement of the plane and immediately phewed,
'aah man...finally states here i come man..ahh this is heaven man...i hate this place..F**kin freshy land', he mumbled, ridhima slapped his arm in anger,
'why are you always cursing india armaan..tell me did you not like it one bit', she asked,
'nooo', armaan answered uninterestedly and began picking out a selection of songs on his i- pod,
ridhima scowled at him in displease,
'fine...go to hell', she folded her hands against her chest and looked the other way, annoyed with him, Armaan snickered and began listening to those heavy metal tunes, which energized
him, he felt exhilarated and content on going back to his world, his country and his carefree and buoyant lifestyle...
'gosh', he whewed, it had been literally twelve hours since their flight had taken off, Armaan was getting worn out by each passing hour, he did catch his zzz's during the trip but obviously thats not enough, 'aah hate this long flights ting', he groaned, he glanced at ridhima who was sleeping in quite an uncomfortable position, her head titled towards the window, wanting to find some place to lean on, her hair were all messed up with fringes falling on her face, covering it, armaan smiled,
he brushed the strands off her face and tucked them behind her ear, gazing at her lips, aaa man wanna touch em again, he thought, they tasted so nice on nikki's sangeet, he craved to ponder his lips all over her mouth and hear her delightful moans,
ridhima leaned on his shoulder, finally finding comfort, armaan felt a ripple of happiness bursting inside him, he felt as if this is the place where she belongs, in his arms, with him,
she clutched his arms, unaware of the havoc she was creating within him,
'sir...are you alrite..do you need anything', a blonde air hostess's voice jerked him out of his reverie,
'huh', he looked up to see a hot air hostess standing infront of him, eyeing him and his looks, he was wearing a light blue satin strip shirt and fit jeans, looking dashing and sexy as ever,
dudee what the heck, u r missin all them sexy birds just coz of this gal, aah fu*ksake, shit,
'heya', he smirked,
the airhostess raised her eyebrow, slyly, 'hi..um do ye need anythin', she asked, her hands joined behind her,
armaan felt great to be back home, to his place, his people, where he belongs, now dis is ma thing, he thought,
'how abou ye there', armaan grinned coyly,
'well since u have a pretty lady beside ya..i guess m not on the course', she folded her hands against her chest, liking his flirtacious tone, wishing that the girl sleeping on his shoulder is not his girlfriend,
Armaan glanced at who she was signalling to, his wife, ridhima, the sweetest thing in this whole world, aa, damn it,
'naah..just anotha lady', he kept a hand on ridhima's head and tilted it to the other side, forgetting about her discomfort and her aching muscle,
'aaa..u seem ta be caring', the blonde smiled, while armaan slashed his dimpled grin to her...
Atlast, they had landed and were making their way out, both armaan and rahul had an awesome time, chatting and flirting with different air hostesses, while the rest just slept somehow, to get the time moving, its hard to travel from one part of the world to another,
ridhima stepped inside the airport and shivered, wrapping her hands around her arms, although the central heating system was switched on but ridhima obviously wasnt used to the american weather,
'kiya baat hai ridhima...u feel cold haina..pata nahi but the weather is really bad today..its not like this usually', ananya kept a hand on her shoulder, while ridhima just smiled, tired from the big long journey,
Armaan who was turning on his phone, shot his head up at the mention of ridhima and cold, he gazed at her nose which had gone slightly red due to the cold conditions, yaah adaptin the changes, he mumbled,
'dont worrry...ridzi do you wanna share this with me', muskaan took out a shawl from her bag and offered, ridhima immediately nodded and moved towards muskaan, making the rest chuckle,
Ridhima sighed, frustrated with the continous security checks, she glared at the guard in anger, who was checking out her passport, seeing a different colour rather than the usual navy blues, all the rest had been checked and cleared, she glanced at them standing on the other side, waiting for her, she lowered her gaze, feeling slightly embarrassed, now this is where racism and descrimination comes along, she wheezed, feeling upset,
'madam...could you step aside please..we have to go through some security checks', the guard said firmly, nearly intimidating her,
godd i am new here, he is scaring me, ridhima nodded and stepped aside, tucking her strands behind her ear,
Armaan frowned seeing the security guard still with her, not letting her through, he saw how he asked her to open her bag and empty its contents, he made a face,
'daa...whats takin him soo long', armaan raised his eyebrows, i wanna go home..aahh,
'arre wahi...strict checking or kiya yaar, terrorist problem..will they ever get over it', billy moaned, feeling sorry for his lovely daughter - in - law,
armaan sighed, trying to keep his calm, he didnt mind all this security, afterall it was for the people and their safety but he felt uneasy seeing the guard take so long on going through his wife's papers, dude why does it botha ye..who cares if she stays ere, ya buh becoz of her..you are gettin delayed..idiot, he groaned,
Ridhima smiled when the guard asked her to move through the x - ray scans, 'thank god', she mumbled but hearing the machine beeping on her motions, she raised her eyebrows, confused as there wasnt anything metallic on her top,
'ok we'll have ta check ye', the guard asked her to turn around and moved the scanner through her body, ridhima hesitently turned around and let him check her,
Armaan felt a sudden rage of anger stirring within him, he could see ridhima's hesistent face, he felt a pang on seeing her so hurt and timid, she was already very nervous, her shoulder is aching, she is tired, what the f**k, he is scanning my wife's body,
'dats it', he mumbled and stormed towards the guard,
'aa mate she is with us here', he said in a raised voice,
both ridhima and the guard looked at him, she sighed in relief, relaxed, she felt hurt and disquieted at the way he was eyeing her suspiciously, as if she is some suicide bomber,
'oh are you mr.mallik yeah', he asked, peeking at ridhima's papers,
'yup..here is ma passport', armaan showed him the colour he was looking for, the navy blue american one, he smirked,
The guard took less than three minutes and stamped ridhima's passport, allowing her to enter the 'United States of America',
Armaan shook his head in astonishment, he didnt like this grumpy guard at all, aa mai god, he dare meet me sometime else on the streets, ill kick the shit outta em,
he kept a hand on ridhima's waist, apologetically, she smiled at him, feeling at ease and both made their way towards the others, who were happy to see him taking care of her...
'woowwwww', ridhima mumbled in amazement, she was spellbounded with the interiors of the mansion, how can anything look so lavishly designed and yet so homely, she wondered,
'beta ab isse dhakka do...or apna pehla kadam is ghar mein rakho', bi smiled, giving her an instruction, ridhima simpered, she is gonna make her first entry in her house, she felt excited but the sadness of her so called marriage took over that excitement,
'aaaa make it quick ridhima...i wanna sleep', armaan whined, interrupting her chain of thoughts, he was sick of these good for nothing rituals, how do i get rid of em, he sighed,
'huh oh ya', she kicked the pot containing rice and smiled,
They were finally in the mallik mansion, in their home, rahul, muskaan and anjali had gone home, promising to be back by the next day to check upon ridhima,
Armaan phewed and slumped himself on the couch,
'woah...wat a trip man', he closed his eyes, totally worn out,
ridhima who was busy admiring a selection of pot pourri, looked up at him, pitying his condition, he was going weary now, afterall it was a really long flight, she whined,
she was extremely touched with the way he helped her on the airport, seems like airports are lucky for us, ridhima giggled at her own thoughts,
'does anyone wanna eat anything', she asked,
'nayyi bache, we all are tired and we know you are too, chalo everyone jao sab', ananya came towards her and carressed her hair,
'yaa ridhima, we aint big giant fatsos like ye', armaan stood up, while ridhima opened her mouth wide, offended with what he said,
'huh..why did u call me a fatso...i was only being nice..fine mat khao..godd', she stomped her foot on the ground and started going up the stairs, in search of their room,
bi chuckled, 'jaa armaan..usse kamra nahi pata..go', she patted his cheek and went towards her room,
'alrite', he smirked and went upstairs, wanting to just hit the bed now...
'k here we are', he announced opening the doors of the room and entered, 'oh my god', she said, speechless with the beauty of the room, a dark wenge wooden bi - fold door leading to his balcony, with napoli designed platform bedroom suite, looking mordern and futuristc,
'woowww...yer room is soo coool', ridhima mumbled, armaan chuckled at her expressions,
'coool yeah like me innit', he dropped himself on the bed, closing his eyes, he just wanted to sleep now, ridhima raised her eyebrow and looked at him,
'yahh rite...keep dreamin', she retorted and went inside the bathroom, not giving him a chance to answer back,
'aaa dis chick has got a lot ta see', he smirked and closed his eyes, dozing off slowly, pooped out from his flight, his trip and his marriage,
She touched the granite marble of the wash basin, mentally applauding armaan's choice, she just knew he was the one who selected these designs, she just knew it, he was right, they were totally cool, just like him, cool, thats not even a better term for him, he was something way beyond that, she glanced around the room, so this is where i am gonna live my whole life with everyone, just as i dreamt, she mumbled and closed her eyes, feeling ecstatic, she splashed water on her face, to wash off the exhaustion, cold water soothing her senses, awakening her mind, which reminded her off their marriage, a question striked her mind, am i doing wrong by hoping that it will work out, will i get hurt again,
she came out of the bathroom, to see him already asleep and in his dreams, she lied beside him and carressed his hair, loving their sleek and soft graze, cozily heading to her slumberland...
ok guyz this was part 15, pretty boring innit..?? i need yer comments...lol, loved the ones..like no literally loved the ones fer part 14, i know buh see i wanted to cover this whole travelling
part...plz tell me how you felt...may be i'm thinking too much...haha..!!
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