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Mumbai to Shimla..It was a real long journey..But they had to manage it somehow..The wedding was just 2 days away now..And final arrangements needed to be checked on not only for the wedding but for tomorrow's sangeet ceremony..Everyone was becoming too busy in their respective jobs..So many things had to taken care of that 2 days was just not enough..But they had to do this..And plus they couldn't make the bride work too much..So it more like meant 1 helping hand off though Muskaan wasn't the kind of person you would find doing nothing but watch others work..
Rahul was staring at Muskaan..Vivek at Aditi and Atul at the lovely forest just next to the the house..Which left Ridhima..Though she wasn't really left out..
Once everything was set and done in Mumbai because they weren't going to come back until next week or so..Naina Aunty was only to make it for Sangeet because she had many other teeny weeny stuffs to do before she left Mumbai..Funny, how mothers seem to carry extra work even when everything seems to be perfect..And the 6 Idiots set out on their long tiring journey..But it was less tiring considering that the six of them together meant a blast..
The six of them were to take a flight to Delhi then Shatabdi to Kalki and then drive to Shimla..A long journey but a promising one in terms of fun..
Vivek..Today, he was a desperate husband..His wife was pregnant and having to make her travel for such long distances was definitely not a good idea..In the midst of all the enthusiasm, his distraction seemed to be so obvious..But Aditi was adament..And who could she blame??? No one could expect her to sit quietly in some corner and not take in the fun and memorable moments these few days would have to offer..So Vivek made her a huge List of Dos and Don't which probably would have been as long as our Constitution..And he gave classes to poor Aditi who had to bear him for 2 whole hours last night while the others laughed their heads off outside the door, listening to the desperate rant of Vivek..As for Rahul..It seemed like he suddenly woke up to understand that he was the bride groom..And poor Atul he was just so adorably listening to Rahul's concerns on turning to a married guy..No more a bachelor..It frightened him..Thank Goodness Muskaan was sleeping soundly on her seat..No one could properly catch last night..They were busy packing and ensuring that everything was taken..Or else God Alone Knew when her not-so-good-to-hear-anger would surface..
Ridhima, who now sat on the window seat of the small carrier looked around her..Muskaan lightly snoring on her side..She smiled..Muskaan always was a lovely sleeper..According to Ridhima, Muskaan, of all girls, looked extremely adorable while sleeping..And there was a reason to this..Muskaan always slept with a small cushion in her hand and in her sleep, she would imagine her cushion to someone and start talking to it like its for real..To Ridhima, when she lost her sleep sometimes, this was a wonderful way of passing a night..Hehe..She never dared to tell this to Muskaan..Not once in the 20 years she knew her..
On the other side of the aisle, Aditi slept with her head on Vivek's shoulder..Vivek looked up to me feeling my gaze on them both..Ridhima prayed to god to keep their bond as strong as this forever and ever..They were a beautiful couple..Ridhima couldn't deny it..Whenever she saw Aditi, she would go back and think of how it would have been to have her husband finally..Someone who could promptly grant her with a baby..She died for one..Ridhima looked away feeling the tip of her eye brimming..
And as for Atul, he totally amused Ridhima..Atul, the always quiet gentleman was actually playing video games..Like a MANIAC..He was actually screaming, yanking, smashing..and WHAT NOT..Hehe..Ridhima just smiled..Her 5 friends sure were such idiots..
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3 flights..That had been their torture for the past few hours..They had started out at 6 in the morning..And now it was 1..They had their lunch in the flight..While all of them tried to catch bits of sleep in the three flights, it din't suffice and it was usual for people to get pissed off when they were deprived of sleep..
And thats exactly what happened to Muskaan..
"Mujhe sone dijiye Rahul..," Muski proclaimed..The 6 were now on their car..Rahul's Punjabi driver Sarvinder, a very fun-to-be with fellow had come to pick them up..
"How much will you sleep.." Rahul was frustrated..It was easy to see that he so badly wanted to be around her as much as possible..Because once we were there in Shimla at their home..It would a big taboo for them to see each other..Atleast until the wedding..
"Tujhe koi problem hai kya.."
"Haaan tuuu.."
"Oh I am very sorry my dear Mr.Rahul Garewal..I CANT HELP THAT.." she yelled..God wasn't she mighty scary when people drove her away from sleep..
"OK..See Muski..sab tumhare liye wait kar rahe hai..Aao na we will play something..We have another half an hour to go before we reach Shimla.." Rahul said softly..Ridhima looked at him in awe..How come he know Muskaan as well as herself within a year, a feat she managed to do in 20 long years..Maybe that's what love does to you..
That surely left Muskaan thinking..And anyways, Ridhima knew that games attracted Muskaan..And emotional blackmailing always has its way of working..
"Acha theek hai..But then no one will disturb me after we reach Shimla..I am going to sleep throughout the entire evening and night..OK???", she demanded..
"Arre meri lil bride..Tu toh fikar not..Now you will only have time to have your beauty sleep.."..Ridhima took over..She nudged Muskaan who smiled a bit and Rahul bit his lip in embarrassment..
"Ok woh sab chodo what will we play.." Vivek asked..
"Anthakshiri khelte hai???, Atul suggested..
"Nah, We always play that.." Aditi complained..
"Toh phir, tu hi kuch aur game bataao.." Vivek told her with attitude..
"Theek hai", Aditi looked at Vivek with equal attitude.."Haan..You guys have seen Kuch Kuch Hota Hai na..In that the game they play..Where one tells a word and the other has to tell the word that first comes to their head..We will play that what say???.." she asked..
"I will agree but STOP SHAKING SO MUCH..My kid is in you for god sake.." Vivek frowned..It was true..Adi had her grand dramatic moves whenever she was excited..
"Mera bhi hain.." Adu fought back as soon as Vivek finished..
"OKKK..Bas karo.." Ridhima waved her hand..She was in no mood to witness another round of shamelessness..
"Thanks Ridz..Fine..Game khele??", Rahul suggested..
Everyone gave their consent..
"OK lets make it like this Atul - me - Vivek - Aditi - Ridhima- Muskaan and then Muskaan to Atul..OK..And then it goes on..And yeah you will be kicked out of the game if you take more than a milli second to think..Fine..Thats it..Atul start..
"Rahul Your word is Movie".
"Shah Rukh Khan.. Vivi for you ummm..Atta"..Rahul burst out laughing.
"Messy Aditi.." He put his tongue out as Aditi shot a glare at him.. "To my wifey - Hot Husband" And he raised his chest in pride..
"Not mine" Aditi giggled and hi 5ved Muski.."Ridz..You tell now on Friends??"
"Adorable.." Aditi and Muskaan hugged Ridhima from both sides and the boys went teasingly awwing.." Acha Muski tere liye..Cute..
"You.."..Ridhima blushed..She whispered a 'thanks' "And Atul..Cricket.."
"Sachin..Its sooo obvious..Next word to Rahul..Beautiful"
"Muskaan.." Muskaan suddenly looked up at Rahul..It was obvious he just let it out of his mouth..Rahul looked like he was going to blush more than Muskaan.. Muski hid her face behind Ridhima's shoulders.."Haaan Vivi tere liye..Life.."
"Babyyy.." Aditi smiled and Ridhima saw from the angle she was sitting., their hands entangling together more tightly.. " "Ridzii..Tujhe kya doon..mmm..HAAAN..Shaadi???"
"Aankhein.." Everyone stared at Ridhima..What more, Ridhima kicked herself..The reaction was so instant that even she could not understand why she blurted it out..Or maybe she knew..But how the damn was she going to explain..Everyone looked at her with a stare demanding an explanation..
To her hugest luck, the car stopped and they faced a real fantasy house before them..The white house was indeed among the most beautiful ones they ever laid their eyes upon..It was soo spell binding that each of the girls forgot to take care of their dupattas in the blowing winds..and definitely the guys were enjoying this sight more than the house..
Rahul was staring at Muskaan..Vivek at Aditi and Atul at the lovely forest just next to the the house..Which left Ridhima..Though she wasn't really left out..
Because just a few metres away, he stood there..With his hands in this pockets and leaning to his car parked on the left most side of the side..He stared at her..The way tiny locks of her hair ravaged her beauty to millions..The way the wind blew her beauty right onto his heart..He looked at her like never before..She was so gorgeous even in the messiest state that she was in now..He smiled..How homely he felt at her presence..After 2 years, after 2 long years..After 2 dreadful years he was finally going to make it to her..
Even long after she was gone into the house with her friends, he dint move..Instead he stood there reminiscing all that he could of the two years..And as always it began that moment when he first saw her, 10 minutes later which he married her..
That was a normal day for him..Normal for him then meant spying, making note of people with secretive actions and things like that..It was inevitable..It was his responsibility..He had no regrets..He took over the mission, heading the Indian team, clearly knowing the risks involved..But as always, his passion was for feeling the thrill of taking risks..It ran in him like a drug..The glorifying amusement in doing something others feared to even think about..He loved it..And it was this that gave him such a peaceful sound sleep at the end of the day..
As usual, he was skirting the streets in his casuals..At first, he couldn't make out all the noises and derive exactly the wheres and whats of it..But then he slowly realized that he was walking in the direction of this hushing of the crowd..By the time he made out through the entire crowd..He was fuming with anger..He hated the fact that Indian people were so hard stoned at heart to keep staring at a dying person almost like enjoying a circus and never having the guts to take a little pain in saving a life..But no, they would not do it for anything in life..
He was quick in taking her, all drenched in blood..Yes those glass pieces pierced through him..But his body was trained and built to tide away with it..Away and away he carried running, aware that Sanjeevani was just a few metres apart..
What awaited him, was farther more infuriating..They wanted a relative to sign for her surgery..HOW HEARTLESS COULD ANYONE BE..He knew the value of life and it blew him away when people put formalities and security before a life..He screamed, yelled at the nurses but all they gave him were their sorries..
It was instant..It was thoughtless..But he knew he was right..It was like his brain was never there..Like only his heart controlled him..He had no clue how exactly he smeared some blood from his body on his fingers and sweeping her forehead with it..His hands din't shiver, the purpose was too noble for him to feel the need to regret..
Yet, once it was over and he had told them he was now her husband, once she was rushed to the Operation Theatre..For a second or two, he felt unearthly..Close to haunted by loneliness..That was the first..The beginning of it all..
Before he could think more deeply..His cell had rung..He was reminded of his mission with that call and he knew he shouldn't stay along..And that's the actual pain tore him..The big question lying ahead..DID he really SAVE a life today??Or was it actually a start to a lifetime of guilt..Time did give him the answer..And today he was happy..
A short installment..But yeah its a long part..The second half mainly on Armaan's version of their first time and the 'wedding'..Have no clue how it came about..I need you all to fill in that for me..Love ya alll..MUAH..
Amal
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