The arrival of my doomsday: Chapter 3.
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This plane journey was killing her. Riddhima was wide awake and bored. She looked at her husband for help, who was deep asleep. She groaned in misery.
Having done fidgeting with her hair, her eyes wandered and got stuck on something. Curiously she picked one of the magazines up.
The magazine had some model in it, dressed in a bridal wear. The 'pretending' bride reminded Riddhima of her wedding. Her fingers ran on the cover page.
Soon she was flipping pages and reading articles of the magazine , opposite her genre.
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The magazine she held currently was 'Indian Brides'. Well, the name says it all.
Riddhima was unusually anxious today, such that this anxiousness took away all her sleep. Her concentration shifted to her husband who was in deep slumber.
"Damn you, Armaan!" She muttered under her breathe. Unlike Armaan, there was absolutely no sleep evading her and she envied him right now.
The nearly-crushed-soul under boredom was almost killed when her eyes found something.
"Hmm, this is worth a try." She took the magazine and began reading it.
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Wait, there was an entire magazine for brides? Why do they even need a magazine? All they do is blush, and blush more..
You might think, I've a problem with blushing? Of course I do! Especially when you are forced to do it all day long. It is irritating!!
Anyways, it is my only source of entertainment right now, so do I care? Nope.
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"Oh, my god." Soon Riddhima found something which gave her a mini heart attack.
"This isn't nice." She gulped. She took her 'orange juice' and drank it all at one go, as if drinking vodka. Swallowing it, her eyes widened themselves and stared at the page in front of her.
The title of the article says-'Hints for a better honeymoon'..
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What the hell!? This magazine has just given me a headache (pain in the...).
Were there actual 'hints' for honeymoon? Hints a ready bride was supposed to throw at her 'ae jee'? I din't know any of this!? I'm the dumbest bride in this planet. =) Do you blame me for this? If you do then don't.
Let me state the Universal laws for a newly wed now..ahem.. *clearing throat*
Law 1- Holding hands.
Incident:- Well, since me and Armaan had spent quiet a lot of time now..I mean we had held hands. But that dint mean anything, did it?
I was just holding his hands to drag him to a chocolate shop. Comon! I wanted chocolates, who doesn't love them?
Oh, if you think I'll stop dragging Armaan for chocolates, you are wrong. =) Let the 7th heaven go upside down, if I see chocolate, Riddhima Malik will drag her husband to her shop.
Law 2- Sharing food from the same plate.
The article says it is supposed to be 'romantic' (about of puke). Is it wrong if your husband is having something really mouth watering and you just want to taste it? Just taste it!? Whats so 'romantic' about snatching the spoon and having it? *Confused* Okay, I'm going to sue these magazine people for publishing unacceptable stuff.
Law 3- Blushing when he looks at you.
Oh comon! That was a part of my 1 month training. You've got to be kidding me. Had I read this article a bit earlier, all my enery wastage on 'blushing' would have been saved. Anjali di never told me 'blushing' was part of the 'hinting'. I'll kill her as soon as I reach home =)
Speechless? Yeah, I totally understand. I'm thinking ways to jump out of my plane now =) If Armaan wakes up, he definitely won't allow me to kill myself. So umm, I should be jumping out the plane now. =) Then how will I sue the magazine people? and kill di? What about my master plan to burn my make up kit?
Oh well, then you have to wait..
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"This is bullshit." Riddhima closed the magazine and placed it back. Her face was no less than a fused light bulb then.
The article had failed to please her as she preferred not reading any magazine now. Instead, it had put her into a good debate with herself- was she suppose to bang her head or bang Anjali di's head for not telling her stuffs like this?
She placed her fingers on her lips and began biting her lips, pondering over stuffs.
Armaan who had woken up long back, smiled.
Watching her horrified and confused amused him. He somewhere knew it- the 'Indian Bride' magazine was definitely going to give her creeps.
He could see it, Riddhima's face had turned green; she could puke any moment. No it was not the plane, but the heinous magazine.
Would he bother Riddhima at such an important moment? Nope. There is no way he'd hinder the golden moment. He preferred enjoying her epic expressions.
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"Enjoy your stay sir." The receptionist smiled. Armaan nodded and took the hotel room keys.
He turned around to see one of her cutest moments in front of his eyes. 'His bride' sat quietly in a corner and she dint seem happy at all. Her fingers kept fidgeting her 'dupatta' and Armaan knew the reason to it. She was still thinking about the magazine article, though she won't admit it.
Armaan (being her husband) had tried asking her about it, only to her denial.
[PAST]
Singapore Airport..2 hours ago.
The plane had finally reached its destination- Mr and Mrs Malik honeymoon spot. The airport itself filled Riddhima with wonder. Although, she had visited this place before, yet the place didnot fail to surprise her.
The humongous airport filled Riddhima with awe. It was huge and beautiful.
She scanned around to see hardly any Indian face except Armaan, who was right near her.
A cute little smile crept on Riddhima's face and her eyes filled with a deep spark-Riddhima's eyes had just spotted a cute, adorable, golden teddy bear. Yet she preferred keeping it to herself when Armaan's voice caught her attention.
"Riddhima?" Riddhima looked at her husband curiously.
"Yeah?" Riddhima put on a fake smile, definitely not blushing now.
"Umm, did the 'Indian Bride' bother you?" Armaan grinned secretly.
Initially, horrified at the question, Riddhima soon managed to change her expression. How did Armaan know about 'Indian Bride'?
She laughed out loud, pretending as if she dint care.
"Psst! Yeah right." Riddhima rolled her eyes and moved ahead.
Armaan smiled to himself. Riddhima's innocence was making its way in his heart. Armaan had grown to have some feelings for Riddhima. She was way more different than his other girlfriends.
No Indian or western bride could match his bride, she was Riddhima Malik.
[PRESENT]
"Riddhima?" Riddhima looked up at Armaan. The messed expression on her face urged Armaan play with it. The evil side of Mr. Malik forced told him to freak his bride more, instead of trying to calm her down.
All Riddhima could see was the room card in Armaan's hand and the spark in Armaan's eyes. Riddhima gulped.
"Lets go." Armaan winked. Yes, Riddhima had completely freaked out now. What was that wink suppose to mean? The wink was indicative of the arrival of her doomsday, she thought.
"Umm, yes. Sure." Riddhima got up with a not-so-excited jump and began walking.
"Are you alright?" Armaan secretly smirking, asked her innocently.
"Yes, Armaan. I'm fine." Riddhima replied in a soft and sugary tone.
*Room number 1217*
Riddhima read her death number, the number of her honeymoon suite.]
She could talk to Armaan about their honeymoon. She wanted to share that she wasn't ready. But how could she? Riddhima had no strength to talk to him about it. She had just begun to know him, and she dint want to make this difficult for her. It would just make things more awkward.
Riddhima who looked at Armaan, was taken aback. Armaan was looking back at her,but this time she saw something more in his gaze. It was passion. The way he looked at her, it was not something she had witnessed before.
Was that stupid magazine article correct? Did she accidentally end up throwing up hints to Armaan? Where would this 'suhagraat' lead their relationship to?
She swiped the card. The door ticked open.
The silence in the air filled the atmosphere with tension. She couldn't confront, neither was she ready. What was she supposed to do? Damn, she couldn't even jump out of a plane now!
Riddhima snapped out of her thoughts and walked inside the room, followed by Armaan.
Armaan looked at her passionately one more time, as she took her baby steps towards the room. He smiled to himself as he saw her to that.
Walking inside the room, Armaan shut the door behind them. There hung a sign board on the door knob- a sign board of "Do not disturb"..
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To be continued..
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This one is specially for Kanky since you wanted it bad. 😃 Hope you like this update =)..
And wish you all a Merry Christmas. Hope you all have a very bright day. Have loads of fun..=) Hope all your wishes are fulfilled this X-mas.
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-Debkanya.
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