*|One Year From DMG|* UPDATED P67/68|7th Aug,'011 - Page 40

"Arrey Nikki ruko!" She told her as she was balancing the phone between her neck and shoulder, a suitcase in one hand and Armaan's clothes in the other..

"Nikki mein abhi packing kar rahi hoon.. Tum Armaan se baat karo.." She told her dropping everything on the bed in a heap.. She spoke to Armaan who was lazing on the bed listening to music on his ipod.. And singing along random songs- something which Riddhima was very used to by now..

"Armaan.. Nikki ka phone hain.." She said.. He asked the to pass the phone.. And she threw it across the bed..

"Haan Nikks.. Wassup?"

"Armaan.. Car has been arranged.. Should I tell the driver 6 or do you want to make it earlier.. ? 6 baje se late niklenge toh traffic bohot milega.." Nikki said as she was pacing to and fro.. Collecting things she would need and putting them in her backpack..

"6 baje nikalte hain.. Ooosse pehle waise bhi koi oothega nahi.."

"Theek hain.. So Im telling the driver to come to your place first.. Then you guys pick up Rahul, phir Anjie, Then Atul.. Phir mujhe.. Abhi yahaan subeh hi aa jayega.. And then Muskaan.. Toh zyada gumna nahi padega.."

"Nikki.. Nikki relax yaar.. Tu aise baat kar rahi hain.. Jaise hum koi mission par jaa rahein hai..!" He was not interested.. Girls were so weird when they planned out minute details to this extent! All you had to do is wake up in the morning.. Dump a few things and just meet at one place.. ! Get into the car.. And drive off! This accommodation booking, then car booking, Riddhima's packing tantrums.. And now Nikki's pick up instructions.. ! Too much planning for him to handle yaar.. !!

"Armaan.. Tut toh bol hi mat haa.. Mujhe pata hain ki tu nai oothega.."

"Oye! Mein everyday subeh 6 baje ooth jaata hoon.. Aur Basket ko bhi oothata hoon!" He told her smirking at Riddhima..

"Haan achha.. Theek hain.. Mere paas argue karne ke liye time nahi hain.. ! Tu Ridz ko phone de.."

"Kyun? Riddhima se ab kya baat karni hai?"

"Arrey Armaan.. Kuchh kaam hai.. Phone do naa"

"Who packing kar rahi hain.. Busy hain.."

"Armaan.. kya hua..? She needs to talk? Phone do' " Riddhima told him as she realized Nikki was asking him to give her the phone..

"Arrey.. Tum theek se packing karo naa.. Phir tumhe wahaan jaa kar yaad ayega ki you've forgotten something.."

"Armaan.. Usse kuchh kaam hain shaayad.. Phone do tum.. "

"Achha theek hain.. Pehle mujhe ek kiss chahiye.." Armaan said with a sadistic smile..

"ARMAAN.. !! PHONE DO NA YAAARRR..!! " Nikki screamed into the phone She had heard Armaan and he was really the limit! So much drama to paas the phone.. !

"Armaaaann..!" Riddhima screamt at him at the same time..

"Theek hain.. Theek hain.. Chilla kyun rahe ho?!" He said speaking into the phone .. He pouted.. "WOMEN..!" He said with a sigh.. And he passed the phone to Riddhima..

"Haan Nikki bolo..?"

"Ridzie ek minute ke liye tum baahar jao naa.. Mujhe tumse kuchh important baat karni hain.."

"Ek minute ruko.." She said as she went out of their bedroom.. "Hmm? Bolo.."

"Ok.. I didn't want to ask you.. But there is nobody else I can ask.. Which umm.. Pills do you take?" Nikki asked..

"Arrey yeh poohchhna tha tumhe? I'll give you the prescription tomorrow.." She said.. It was really funny how Nikki was weird about this thing.. She was a doctor! So she would know.. But then she figured then since Nikki was a peadratician she wouldn't know which ones were safe..

"Okay thanks!"

"Bye.. !" She said.. Walking back to the room..

"Bye Riddhima..!"

"Kya kaam tha use?"

"Kuchh nahi Armaan.. She just wanted to ask what pills I take.."

"Hmm.. Achha.. Have you been taking yours regularly? I've been so busy.. I haven't even bothered to ask.."

"Yaa baba.. Its okay.." She said.. As she went back to doing her packing and he flipped the TV on to watch the highlights of the match he had missed..

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"Armaan.. Utho naa.. Who driver ka phone tha.. Woh already neeche aa gaya hain.. Jaldi otho.. "Riddhima tried to wake him up.. She was still more than half sleeping herself.. Her head lay on his arm.. Her tousled hair tickling him in the chest.. She snuggled into him.. Not wanting to leave the cozy of the blanket and his warm body..

She looked up to see him sleeping and smile.. He looked like a cute baby when he slept.. A little pout.. And a peaceful face.. She planted a soft kiss on his lips.. And ran a hand through his hair.. "Armaan.."

"Hmm?" He said stirring a little in his sleep..

Riddhima snuggled closer to him.. Pulling him against her and rubbing his back a little.. "Uttho naa.. !" She said.. Her voice muffled from within the blanket..

"Uh.. Mmm.. Yuviii.." He slurred in his sleep..

"Yuvii? Kyaa..? Dekho Armaan.. Nikki ka bhi phone tha.." She said pushing him a little now.. And sitting up straight herself.. She looked at the clock besides the table.. It was already 6 ! They were supposed to have left by now but they were even fully awake!

"Shit.. We're late!" She said.. Getting up from the bed and rushing to the bathroom.. She remembered she hadn't taken her towel with her.. So she grabbed her tooth brush and ran out again to cupboard..

"Armaan utho naa.. !" She said while jogging back inside the bathroom.. But Armaan just put the pillow over his head, turned on the other side and slept on as he dreamed about Sachin completing his 100^th century in the upcoming match of the World Cup.. ! India v. Pakistan.. Semi finals.. In India.. World Cup! *Jeetega bhai jeetega.. Indiaaa.. Indiaa..* He was at the stadium.. With Riddhima by his side' And she was in a romantic mood.. At the wrong time ofcourse! In a stadium full of people.. She was kissing him on his chest.. Then she pecked him on the lips.. He didn't know why she was doing that amidst such a crowd though.. ! She was so weird he thought.. ! Sehwag hit 6 sixes in one over.. And he screaming! He looked to see at everyone else around.. But everything was just a blurred blue.. Then he saw Yuvi smirking at a few men in yellow.. India was against Aussies now.. ! Cool.. !! Burn them to the Ashes!!!, he thought.. And the crowd erupted in applause at that thought of his.. All he could see were faces painted orange, white and green.. ! This continued for a while.. And Riddhima all of a sudden was not seating next to him.. But who cares? The Indian team was running around the field.. With Sachin on their shoulders.. Sachin..!! The God of cricket! Armaan smiled.. "And Captain of the Indian cricket team, Mahendra Singh Dhoni will now collect the cup!!!.." Dhoni joined the rest of the team and took the cup.. YES!!! The World Cup!!.. It was truly ours.. ! They burst bottles of champagne.. But surprisingly, he could feel the droplets of champagne on his face too.. !! And then he felt as if somebody literally threw champagne at him.. !

"AAAAAAA.. !" He got up.. With a jerk.. Only to see Riddhima dressed in blue with nothing but a red, bright red angry Riddhima face and a jug of water in her hand ..