PART 20
'ridhimaaa...tune mujhe call kyun nahi kiya...pehle teri baat nikki se hogayi jo ke teri dost hai, or main jo teri maa hoon, wo tujh se itne dinon baad baat karrahi hai', padma bowled over the phone, extremely angry with her daughter's careless behaviour,
Ridhima's eyes went moist, hearing her mother's same angry yet so loving tone, she was missing her badly, she just wanted to snuggle in her laps and cry her heart out, to express that dejection, that distress, that pain of not being accepted, that pain of not being loved by him, of being taken as just another friend, oh god i miss her so much, her eyes caterwauled,
'kiya hua ab kuch bolegi', Padma blathered, the sadness of not having her daughter near her is hard to get over,
ridhima closed her eyes, leashing her vented emotions,
'i love you mummy', she murmured, wiping the tears that made their way out, not wanting to create a scene in the house,
Padma clutched the phone tightly, hearing her daughter muttering what she always did, fading her anger away, her eyes dissolving in tears, dying to reach out and caress her daughter's hair and slap her forehead,
'paagal..hamesha aise karti hai', she calmed down, hearing her sweetie's cackle on the line,
'acha bata armaan kaisa hai', she asked,
'he is good, mum i don't know but he gets frustrated easily nowadays aur kabhi kabaar tensed bhi hojata hai, i think apne take over ko leke kaafi stressed hai', ridhima gabbed, her mind planning to talk over this issue with him, she cant see him under so much strain, she always sees that burdened, hassled look on his face everyday when he returns from the doctoral, no way she'd let him cope up with all of this on his own, she'll help him in whatever way she can, she made a decision...
'Oh my godd...Armaaaan....where am I', she grilled, picking his brain for the umpteenth time, only if he could put his actions into words, she groaned, seeing his constant tries to unbolt the old french door, it looked like a tree house though, she noticed the timber stairs behind her that they just climbed, 'hellllo, i am talking to you, i cant believe you aren't even answering me', she folded her hands against her chest, she was just after ending her mum's call when he grabbed her hand and brought her here to this unknown tree house thing, she sulked in a cat fit,
he bit his lip, his mind doing a slow burn, why the hell cant she stop talkin, he tried to keep his calm, trying to focus on his act of unlocking the door, plucking the latchkeys in the key hole, it has been ages since I've been here, man, maybe that's the freakin reason why the door is jammed, he thought,
she pursed her lips in anger, taking a step forward she turned him around, miffed with his silence, he glared at her, piqued from her actions,
'WHAT', he hailed, she can be so wild sometimes, agghh, he noticed her green peepers widening with his wringer,
'WHERE...ARE...WE', she clenched her teeth, stressing on every word,
he leaned back, coerced with her galled tone, 'well...ye'll see in a minute...goshhh', he straightened his collar and moved towards the door, ignoring her sassed look, he twisted the knob and pushed the door, giving it a last try, aaa man, he mumbled in frustration, why aint ye openin, he kicked the door and it lanced open, the glass panels cracked up, 'finally', he uttered and took a huffy ridhima inside,
he switched on the lights of the pitched dark, rayless room making it lambent and burnished once again,
'WOAH', she uttered, seeing the sight of the epitome of nostalgia in front of her, the buttercup painted walls rendering those fond memories, with dozens of pictures on every fork, the old renaissance table in the middle, with a chain o' clock resting so exquisitely on it, the chandelier above it making an umbrage, a shadow of the chain, she rubbernecked her gaze towards the corner where an old hand - knitted carpet was neatly laid on the ground with two cushions and three albums on the top, the old scraped flooring yelled out the voices of the past,
he smiled deeply seeing her reaction towards their memory room, he took a step ahead and kept his hands on her waist,
'do ye like it', he asked, his sharp mentum resting on her shoulders, his heart racing at their little, close proximity,
her heart skipped a beat, having his flippers around her,
'it's so pretty', she mumbled and turned around,
'so this is why you weren't telling me', she asked, her voice unconsciously softening up, the fact that he found her close enough to share his history with her awakened all those emotions that she kept digging up to forbear the depression inside her,
he nodded, 'but ye wouldn't stop ramblin away', he rolled his eyes only to receive a gentle hit on his arm by a dewy-eyed ridhima, he chuckled and leaned his head, kissing her cheek lightly,
'i wanna share some of those beautiful memories of our family with ye', he went towards a decayed, crumbled bicycle and smiled, 'this used to be my bike', he bonged the bell on the handle,
she giggled at his actions,
he picked a rended basket ball in his hands, 'me and dad used to play hoops all the time, aaa man i was crazzzzy about the game', he corn balled, reliving the golden memories, having a walk down that memory lane,
'that's why you've all those medals hanging on the wall..right', she asked, touching the glass that framed the laurels, the medals,
'yess...i got this one when i was a first grader and from then on, i kept gettin awards every year', he chortled, she got a load of his happy and chipper face, she could envision his childhood clearly, the room was set in such a pictorial way, one could immediately flash back on those moments and brood over them, the room yelped those hearts and flowers,
Armaan stepped towards the carpet, taking a place on one of the corners of it, he looked up and held out a hand for her to sit beside him, she smiled and grabbed onto it, feeling the sparks that she always does, she gave her feet a rest and canted on the brown cushion behind her, close to him, in his warmth, his snuffy eau de cologne inciting the urge to rest her head on his shoulders, lie in his arms, she looked at him open up the first page of the album,
'aa mai god', he hid his face in her shoulder, concaving his nose and eyes between the cushion and her limb,
she tittered at the picture inspite of her racing heartbeat, the little toddler's face and ears were covered in foam, it's hands on his ears,
'aww', she mouthed, grazing the perky photograph, making out that the one in the pix is none other than her dashing husband,
he lifted his face and glanced at her admiring the baby,
'you were so cute as a baby armaan', she commented, jerking him out of his trance,
'yaaa aunties and gals drooled over me even then', he joked, boasting about his looks,
she gave him a dirty glare and went back to the snaps,
'wha....ye know that..', he maundered, turning the page,
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'ye kaun hai armaan', she asked, pointing at an old man, the wrinkles and redness on his face clued in the sickness he'd have suffered,
'oh that's ma grand pa, what a man, you know even at the age of eighty he had the intellect of a shrewd businessman..he's like my idol', he caressed the picture, to get the essence of of his 'paji's' touch,
she peeped up at him, 'you miss him', she smiled as he nodded positively, 'you look a bit like him', she brushed his fringe off his forehead,
he looked at her in a regale, his heart elated with her sweet acts, 'bi always says that', he said,
'and i know why, she misses her husband...its not easy when the person you love the most leaves you all alone in this world', she gazed at the old man's picture soberly,
'i guess..', he eyeballed a gleeful bi in the picture, with forethoughts...
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'wow armaan...i love this pic', she pointed towards a photograph of him and his friends, sitting in a group at a green space in one of the lower Manhattan areas,
'aaa new york....it was maddddd man...i had so much fun', he chortled seeing mike making a face at his girlfriend, she was a bit weird, he thought, reminiscing the joyful times,
'you look so young', she babbled, he knitted his brows,
'huh, what do ye mean...i am still very very young', he gabbed, knowing that it was only a comment, but his heedless mind wanted to annoy her,
'shutup...i meant you look like a teenager', she sassed,
'yaa rite...you don't even use proper terms how am i suppose to get what ye mean', he chafed, grinning at her pursed lips, godd i love this red, pissed off face, he thought,
'go away mallik', she snatched the album from him and moved a bit away,
he saw her careening her legs, keeping the album on her golden, white bared thighs, her dress had lifted above her knees, his heart beat quickened at how appealingly she sat on the old floor, her one leg stretched while the other bent upwards, aaa man, would love ta strip her dress and do her, he sighed, ammy, you are goin wild man, his mind alleged,
'ARMAAAN...look what i found', she squealed in gaiety, shaking him out of his lewd thoughts,
he moved beside her, lessening the distance between them, taking a whiff of her sweet, scenty fragrance,
'what', he uttered, confused as to why she shouted all of a sudden,
'your parent's wedding photographs', she driveled, the fact that his background was in front of her now, lifted her spirits up to no extent...
she loved the creativity in which the albums were set, starting from him and slowly going to his family, whoever is behind setting up this room has one amazing intellect for sure, she thought,
'mumma looks so pretty', she mumbled,
he smiled, 'i know....she is a beauty', he commented, 'mum came to California at the age of eight and then she studied here in between all em indians and finally got married to daa when she was about twenty eight, she says...and dad was em around the same age i think', he continued, giving facts to her about his parents...
'wow...she is lucky that she has her family near to her', she looked down, trying to hide her pining emotions,
'trust me ridhima..it gets aweful sometimes...my cousins are little dopes seriously', he cracked, changing the beeline of their conversation, he couldn't see her turning on those waterworks again,
she laughed at his answer and turned the page,
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the last page of the album had a paper tucked in poly pocket stapled onto it, the chit reminded him of their business, she looked at him staring at that piece of paper,
'thats paaji's will...he was the one writing in this that i should take over the empire', he said, as his mind flashed light upon his big day, the nervousness irking his brains, he was hassled by the burden that was going to be dropped on him in a nub of just few days,
she sighed and closed the albums, buttoning up the straps that caulked them, keeping the three of them aside, its high time i talk to him about this, she thought,
she intertwined his fingers with hers, his heart filled with pash, awakening the new pleasant feelings inside him, he ignored the dozing sounds of his mind, too much was going on to focus on this already needling matter, one more day and i'll be having the business in ma hands man, he rubbed the back of his neck in willies, the weariness from the day's events rushed into his system,
she saw him shut his blinders and rest his head on the cushion, his face badgering up, 'you tired', she asked,
'yeaa...finally that peter covered all dem techniques', he moaned, his hands in hers was settling his nerves, playing a major role,
'goood...ye'll get to rest then', she gleamed and gave him a hug, hushing all that was going in his mind, he closed his eyes, mugging her back, his lips puckering up her neck, feeling the relief he was yearning for, she gasped at the exciting sensations,
'whats bugging you', she asked, gently caressing his back, wanting him to confide in her, she knew that he was tensed because of his take over, but this time she wanted him to say something, to put his fears into words and voice them,
'nathin...the big thang day after tomorrow is gettin on ma last nerve', he carped, he needed her right now, to pour out all his turmoil, he was confident but taking over aint easy man,
she listened to him patiently,
'our empire his huge, I'm just a bit edgy...dad wont be stickin around with me all the time, what if i do a mistake, it can cost billions ta us, how will i answer dem people who find dignity after i do good ye know', he continued,
'we always get nervous and shaky in doing something big armaan, but we have to be optimistic in our approach, think over this situation in a positive way like you'll be running the whole empire, your dad will be proud of you and you wont let him down or think about your first deal as a sexy boss and how cool your future will be', she pattered, not registering what she called him in between her words, he grinned at her yaks, the girl ends up blurtin out her feelings man, he snickered,
she went quite for a second to let her words sink in his mind,
her lips pursed up, in recollection of what she said, jeez, i called em sexy, her cheeks radiated into a pink glow, knowing that he has caught her words, shit, she cursed her big mouth,
she pulled him closer to her, clinching his shirt, to hide her embarrassed face,
he smirked at her hoppers, a lovesome feeling bursting forth within him, he couldn't help but adore this cute side of her,
'um...like...i haven't seen you working but i know that you have that boldness in you when it comes to using your intellect, you are confident, you are mature enough to um...take the right decision and above all you are ambitious, so stop worrying...and if you do anything wrong, no one will say anything, dont be harsh on yourself armaan saying that there is no room for mistakes,
i don't want to brash you but when one takes steps after pondering over the consequences then nothing goes wrong', she smiled and parted only to see him gazing at her, he felt lucky to have her in his life, he felt proud, she has started knowing me so well, he knew that those words were straight from her heart, she wasnt just saying them for the sake of it,
he leaned in and kissed her forehead, making her close those hazel - greens, feeling his lips lingering there,
'love ye baby', he took her in his arms, a ripple of happiness bursted inside him after saying these words, he felt appeased, although they were just mere words of expressing friendliness, but he felt they had a depth, they meant something different,
she clutched her eyes tight, hearing those words but she knew he didn't mean it the way she wanted it to mean, her eyes dissolved in tears and she dug her face in his neck with a heavy heart, the gloominess took over the calmness, there, she was in bummers again...
'ridhima', he called after a few minutes,
'hmm', she wiped the lone tear that skipped her eye,
'can we go back now, i am starvin and I'm so tired...its unreal', he murmured,
she smiled and broke up from the hug, they both cocked up and moved towards the door, she turned around and gave a final, brief look to the memory room, hoping to be back soon with new pin ups and kodaks,
'so how did ye find the memory room', he asked, much relaxed after the confrontation, yeah man, there's no need ta be all fidgety, he thought, rolling his eyes at how he was acting in jitters,
'its the nicest thing ever', she mumbled, he twittered at her comment and they both went inside, happy with this new turn in their 'friendship'.....................
ok guyz here is part 20, have fun, guyz i know ye are waitin impatiently for some heart warming scenes, buh plz try to see things the way they are written in...lol, they cant be close
friends in this kinda situation, ridhima wants this marriage to work and armaan doesnt know what to do..jus wait for some time, plz be patient, i cant skip all these things, trust me whatever way
i am writing this whole thing in, it IS fittin in the right context; that is highlighting my concept..as i've said earlier analyse the thing and i bet ya ye'll see somethin different
every single time...lol😃
Edited by suzzane14 - 15 years ago
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