The Arrival Of My Doomsday:
Chapter 8
Recap: The part begins with the present, where Armaan is upset with Riddhima. Riddhima tries to talk about the 'ex' but only in vain. She has only one option she could think of now. Riddhima now has to show Armaan that she is ready to take the step.
Armaan goes back to the past, narrating the story of his first meeting with Riddhima.
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[Narrator]
*Talking in present*
Riddhima looked at her reflection in the mirror for one last check. Her chin rose by a fraction as she shuffled through her jet black, curly hair.
"Not bad, Armaan Malik." Her glossy lips curved into a smile. The dress Armaan had gifted her was beautiful.
Riddhima din't know what had he planned, or what was in store for Riddhima. All she knew right now was that she was told to come down..wearing this dress. Although she had some idea of what was going to happen today, she was willing to go along. Armaan had surprises for her, and the least did she want to ruin them.
"Okay, Riddhima. You can do it." She took in a deep breathe. She knew he would be waiting for her. Slowly her hands reached out for the door knob, turning it open.
She slowly pulled the door open, as the rush of cool winds brushed against her bare shoulders. The soothing experience made her go back to Armaan's soft kisses on her shoulder from last night. The kisses so sensual, subtle.
The last night..she felt a high voltage electric current flow all over her body.
She knew for once that she was in love with this guy.
She held her pinkish gown in nervousness as she walked into the room, hoping to see him waiting for her.
And there he was...waiting for her.
Armaan was busy admiring the beautiful view from their hotel window. Meanwhile, he couldn't help but go back to the moments of their first meeting.
"I want chocolate now!" He let out a low laugh. He clearly remembers Riddhima stomping her foot angrily and pouting at the same time.
"Riddhima, lets go!" Armaan tried to pull her again.
"Choccy!" Armaan's attempt failed again when he saw Riddhima place her hands on her hips like a 6-year old.
"Choccy!" She sang out again.
He soon snapped out of his thoughts and turned around. The view in front of him made him hold his breath. She was looking beautiful. The trembling of her lower lips due to nervousness was making him crazy. Her heavy breathing was music to his ears. Sanity was a long lost friend to him now.
"Perfect." She could feel her cheeks growing warmer due to his his intense gaze on her. Riddhima could already feel her heart thudding against her chest, on the thought of what would happen next.Armaan held her hands and then press it gently, while still looking at her lips. Riddhima could feel her body freezing on the spot when she saw him near her a bit more. The tension mingling between them was currently just enough to just kill her!
"I love you." Saying so, he gently brushed his fingers against her lips. She shuddered as she felt his other hand around her waist. She looked at him to find him look at her, with a small smile on his lips.
"You're beautiful." He smiled, making her a lot more nervous.
She gasped as he pulled her closer. All she could do now is look at him..look at him make his move. She could feel his breathe on her lips, the reason that she had lost all control over herself. The tip of her nose touched his as he leaned a bit more. Gently he raised his hands to place the stroke her hair gently.
She could feel her heart rate slowing down now. She knew she could die any moment. They way he was looking at her made her blush to no extent.
In no moment did she rush out of her thoughts when she felt his fingers grazing down her arms, finally locking his fingers in hers.
She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, as she could finally feel his lips. He took her lower lips between his and bit it lightly. All the thoughts running in her mind was all erased when he sucked her lips. This act of Armaan left her craving for more.
She opened his eyes and looked at him dreamily. With a small smile, he cutely kissed the tip of her nose. She smiled and closed her eyes again, wanting for more.
Silence.
Armaan started the kiss gently at first, and paused. She opened her eyes to find him gazing at her, waiting for a reply. A smile now crept up her lips, while her eyes was locked to his. The next moment she snaked her arms around his neck, capturing his lips into hers.
He stroked her cheeks sensually,as he found her responding back. Not willing to let her go, he cupped her face, pulling her closer. This was followed by another passionate kiss, when the two bodies appeared to merge into one.
What off slowly, took Riddhima by surprise with how intense it had got. While the tongue was involved in frantic moments, he ran his hands all over her body, making her shudder.
While pausing for a breath, Riddhima could barely open her eyes. Armaan continued to look at Riddhima, who found it hard to even breathe!
"Riddhima.." Armaan slowly brushed his lips against her one more time.
Riddhima, who was lost in the moment, snapped out of her thoughts as she heard him call her name passionately.
"Riddhima..."
Riddhima opened her eyes, and was taken aback for a second.
"Where's Armaan?" She looked around, until she realized that she was dreaming. It din't take her long to realize that she was alone in the room.
She frowned as she found a small handwritten note placed on the bed.
"A limo is waiting for you at the hotel entrance." She read out mentally. The following line made her heart skip a beat.
"Its a date. Armaan."
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[Armaan]
*..An year ago..*
...So she was disappointed, mad and drunk when I had first met her. It was clearly visible that she was trying hard to hold back her tears. When her boyfriend showed his appearance she had no heart to go with him. She was out of her sense then and anything could have happened to her. But why did I care? She was just one girl I had barely talked.
"You're so cute, Sid." I heard Riddhima giggling like a carefree girl, still in the guy arm.
"Sid,where are we going?" Riddhima laughed again. She threw her hands bluntly in the air, making it more difficult for Sid to handle her.
"To hell." Sid's cold response startled me.
"Hell?" Riddhima giggled again.
"Do you even know the way, dork?" I saw Sid put Riddhima down outside the pub.
"Lets go and buy a map first." Riddhima playfully put her tender fingers on her lips, still not able to stand still. Her body swayed incoherently as she tried to talk. The glow on her face seemed to brighten my whole day. The small smile on her face was beautiful, just perfect.
"Get inside the car." Sid's series of cold replies had begun to give me suspicions now.
"No, lets get a map first.." Riddhima, who was already dancing, began moving her hands from side to side. Was I just dreaming or was she really doing a rock'n roll move?
"Lets get a map..." Riddhima sang out. And then I realized it. Riddhima was doing her mid-road-drunk concert right now, which was inappropriate for the situation.
[Narrator]
"Stop dancing and get in the car, Riddhima." Sid repeated in a higher tone this time.
"Brother.." Sid turned around to see Armaan running towards them.
"Dude.." Armaan repeated, looking at Riddhima.
"Let me take her home." Armaan wasted no time in lending a helping hand, though not towards Sid. It was quarter to 3 am, and a girl that beautiful was drunk. There was no way Armaan could let her go. She needed him right now.
"What?" Clearly, Sid was surprised at the sudden suggestion.
"I'm her boyfriend. Do you even know her?" Sid suspiciously raised his eyebrows. Riddhima was no more able to take with the extreme amount of alcohol and hence fainted. Armaan immediately took the falling body in his arms and held it tightly. A slight tinge of protectiveness was reflecting in his trying-to-be casual behavior.
"Actually, Riddhima is my friend.Plus, my friend Nikita is her known one. I think I can help her out." Armaan bluntly lied. With Riddhima in his arms, he least wanted to take over a fight right now. Therefore, he immediately took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Nikki? Riddhima's here with me. Yep, just a second." Armaan handed over the phone to Sid.
"Hey." Sid took the phone. While Sid was busy over the phone, Armaan's gazes shifted to her beautiful face. The sudden impulse of going to her rescue had shocked Armaan too. But watching Riddhima safe in his arms gave a huge wave relief..the feeling he couldn't explain.
"Hmm.." Sid looked at Armaan, still talking to Nikita. Armaan plastered a smile on his face.
"Okay." Soon the wait was over. Sid disconnected the call and handed over the phone to Armaan.
"Okay dude. But keep me informed." A careless, irresponsible boyfriend; did Armaan need something more right now? Sid got in his car, which was soon out of sight. Involuntarily, Armaan's fingers brushed her cheeks.
He knew it..she needed him him then.
*Present*
[Narrator]
No sooner did she step out of the limo, that her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. The beautifully lit and decorated place made her stare the place in awe.
"Oh, my..." She found it hard to describe the feeling.
[Riddhima]
Did you ever get the feeling..the drums, guitars, violins and most importantly...the Tablas playing in your mind?
The feeling that you just need to see him now. The feeling that you just need to hug him now. The feeling of falling in love?
For the second time now..I can't describe to you what I feel like. Imaginary fireworks are doing their job inside my mind.
[Narrator]
Riddhima reached out for the door and opened it slowly. A faint tuning of the guitar strings hit her ear drums. The voice was familiar. It was Armaan. The guitar in the background was rhythmic with the song. ]
The first thing she saw was Armaan at the center stage, with a guitar in his hands. The spot light was on him, ignoring the rest of the musicians along side him.
[Riddhima]
Armaan? Guitar? Whoa. You gotta love that!
Its good to see someone whose not broken all the guitar strings while trying to play it (like me). It is good to see such a hot figure sitting and singing on the center stage. It adds 5 stars when the hot the figure belongs to you..just you!
Your heart does somersaults when he finally looks up at you. Your breathing process takes halts when your eyes meet. You feel like a whole new person when you realize that you're in love with him!
[Narrator]
The restaurant was a well known place, known for its Italian food. The hall was brimming with sophisticated visitors as her eyes could already see. All the curious gazes were looking at her husband.
Armaan raised his gaze to finally meet Riddhima's. Her heart skipped a beat. He smiled at her, a smile with a different meaning this time. A bright flash of light focussed on Riddhima, almost blinding her suddenly.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. A song for someone more dear to me than life." Armaan's voice all around the hall.
{Song: Free Falling by John Mayer}
She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too, yeah yeah
And it's a long day livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway runnin' through the yard
I'm a bad boy 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart
And I'm free, free fallin', fallin'
And I'm free, free fallin', fallin'
All the vampires walkin' through the valley
They move west down Ventura Boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts
And I'm free, free fallin', fallin'
Now I'm free, free fallin', fallin'
Free fallin', now I'm free fallin'
Now I'm free fallin', now I'm free fallin'
Now I'm free fallin', now I'm free fallin'
Now I'm free fallin', now I'm free fallin'
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her, her name in the sky
I'm wanna free fall out into nothin'
Oh, I'm gonna leave this, this world for a while
Now I'm free, free fallin', fallin'
Now I'm free, free fallin', fallin'
Now I'm free, free fallin', fallin'
Now I'm free, free fallin', fallin'
Free fallin', fallin'
Free fallin', fallin'
Free fallin', fallin'
His fingers effortless moved around the guitar, producing soothing music. Every single soul including Riddhima, for a moment was lost in his music. Riddhima could clearly see that Armaan loved music.
While Armaan played the music, his eyes remained locked to Riddhima's. Everyone in the hall could see how much he loved her. She loved him too, it wasn't a secret anymore. The small glint in Armaan's eyes showed that he too knew it all.
Soon the song came to its end. After a momentary silence, the hall was filled with a loud round of applause. All the cheery faces appreciated Armaan's guitar skills. But Armaan could clearly see that Riddhima was still lost in him.
True, he had been successful in mesmerizing the crowd. But all that mattered to him right now was that there stood his wife..at a corner...hypnotized.
....
It din't take long for Riddhima to realize that she was staring at Armaan, when he snapped his fingers, bringing her out of her dreamland.
She looked at him curiously at first, and then dropped her gaze in embarrassment.
"So?"
Riddhima lifted her gaze to look at Armaan...waiting.
"When did you-" Her question was left incomplete, as Armaan already knew the question coming.
"The first time I met you, I had written his song." Armaan blinked meaningfully. Yet, Riddhima had no idea of the complete story.
"This is not it." Armaan answered Riddhima's unasked question, as he found her looking around the place in wonder.
"There's more?" Armaan grinned. Riddhima was clearly shocked. She was happy.
"Yep." Armaan neared her a bit more.
"But for that..you need to close your eyes." Armaan told her.
"Wha-"
"Close your eyes, Riddhima." Armaan interrupted her. At first, she impatiently tapped her foot. Sighing, she closed her eyes. She knew her argument would do nothing but spoil the thing.
After sometime, she could feel Armaan's arms around her waist. Suddenly the ground underneath was no more felt. She opened her left eye too find herself in his arms. With a small smile on her face, she closed her eye again and rested her head on his masculine chest.
Riddhima could feel his erratic heart beats and his breath as he carried her. It was mesmerizing her. The tuning of guitar was still fresh in her mind, along with the way he was looking at her. The small on his lips made her heart beats even more frantic. He looked godly while playing the acoustic guitar.
"Riddhima, open your eyes." Armaan placed Riddhima back down. Riddhima snapped back out of her fantasy land and wasted no time in obeying to his commands.
The surprises he was planning for was now in front of her. He studied her expressions carefully, as she stared at the view in front of her awestruck.
"Wow." She gasped at the surprise.
True, Riddhima literally hated surprises since the time she was born. She hated every element related it..be it birthday surprise or 'surprise gift' since it always irritated her.
How much ever she tried..she could not hate the surprise in front of her. The surprise had touched her heart.
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Edited by jeflkjfkljfkj - 14 years ago
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