Okay, before I begin I wanted to warn everyone that at some point in the ff I plan on taking this story down a route that may be against some people's morals. I don't mean to offend anyone with anything, and keep in mind it's just a fan-fiction.
Guys chill! It's nothing serious! And most of you might not even realize what I'm talking about later!
Anyways without further delay…
Part 4
Armaan and Riddhima sat in Riddhima's bedroom pacing around. "Armaan we have to tell him." Armaan sighed. "I know, par kaise? I mean what do we say? Hey we got drunk, had s*x nearly a month ago, and we're telling you now! Oh BTW we're having a baby because we were to drunk to think about protection!"
Riddhima glared at him. "haha very funny. But seriously we have to. See he's calling right now." Riddhima closed her eyes then answered the phone. "Abhi? Look we need to talk. When can you come over? You're free right now? Perfect. Can you come over? Yea my place. Okay see you in 20."
Riddhima hung up and sighed. "Maybe Abhi will understand? Haan maybe he'll forgive us aur understand! Aur..aur maybe he'll accept the baby as his own and give the baby his name! Phir nobody will ever know!"
Armaan fell off the chair he was sitting on. "Excuse me? Hi, remember me? The baby's father? Hi I don't know if you realize, but this is my first born? And my blood! So if you don't mind I'd actually like to be equally involved her? The baby is as much mine as it she is yours! When she says papa for the first time – it'll be for ME, not someone else. She's MY daughter as much as she is yours okay?"
Riddhima looked at Armaan shocked. "Excuse me? Who said we are having a daughter? We're having a son!"
"Girl Riddhima!
"Boy Armaan!"
"Girl!"
"Boy!"
Their arguement went on until Riddhima put her hand on her stomach. "Uff, well Armaan – your SON or Daughter is hungryyy! Mujhe Pizza chahiye!" Armaan laughed and ordered Pizza for them.
Just then they heard the doorbell ring. Riddhima went down to open it, while Armaan shifted and sat in the living room.
Abhi came and gave Riddhima a hug. "Baby we saved them all! Bas there is one man still in critical condition!" Riddhima slightly smiled. "That's great!" He was about to lean in for a kiss, but Riddhima stepped back. "Andar Aao Abhi. I have something to tell you." Abhi walked in wondering why she was so nervous. He almost froze seeing Armaan sitting in the living room.
"Armaan and you in the same house? And nothing looks broken? Okay NOW I'm worried. What's up baby?" Riddhima sighed. "You may want to sit down." Abhi nodded and sat down across from Armaan.
Riddhima looked at Armaan then back at Abhi and spoke nervously. "Abhi, do you remember about a month ago, when I went to the club with all our friends to celebrate?" Abhi nodded. "Haan. I couldn't come because of stupid night duty." Riddhima nodded. "Well as usual, at the club Armaan and I started arguing and fighting. Aur phir we got into a shot drinking contest." Abhi nodded not knowing where this was going.
"Phir Anjali literally dragged us away and dropped us off at our doorsteps. I was so drunk that I couldn't get my key in the door and Anji had left already. So I went over to Armaan, and went into his house when he managed to open his door in his drunken state." Abhi nodded not liking where this was going, he just hoped that his fears were wrong. "phir?"
Riddhima closed her eyes, "phir pata nahin kaise, lekin in our drunken state we ended up having s*x." Abhi felt his breath getting caught in his throat. "So you cheated me?" Riddhima closed her eyes as a tear escaped. "I didn't mean to. It just happened. I'm sorry." Abhi sighed, "is this what you've been trying to tell me?" Riddhima nodded.
"I guess, as long as you didn't mean it, and it was just a one time thing…" Riddhima interrupted him. "There's more." Abhi looked shocked. "More than you getting drunk and cheating on me?" She nodded. "We didn't use protection." He looked confused, "so…"
"Abhi, I'm pregnant." Silence overtook the room for a few eerie minutes. Abhi just sat there flabbergasted at the turn of events. His eyes wandered back and forth between Armaan and Riddhima, then to her still flat stomach. "So what do you expect me to say or do now?"
Riddhima looked at him with teary eyes. "Tell me that you forgive me, that you still love me?" Abhi choked on his words. "I..Riddhima, I don't know. I mean do you expect me to accept you with open arms? To raise another man's child?" Riddhima shook her head, "I don't know..but please Abhi." Abhi looked at her. "Do uncle and aunty know yet?" She shook her head again. "Nahin, we just found out this morning. When Armaan was dropping me home, I started throwing up, phir we went to a clinic and found out."
Abhi sighed, at least they were telling him now. "I can try and pretend like this never happened, but I want you to abort that thing." Riddhima and Armaan looked horrified. Armaan stood up. "Excuse me! That thing is my child! How dare you?" Riddhima looked at Armaan and asked him to sit down. "Abhi, Armaan is right. How can you ask me to abort a life? How is it the babies fault? I'm sorry, but I can't give up my baby." Abhi looked at her, "then I'm sorry, but I don't know if I can accept all this. I need time to think. But for now, I think it's over. I'm sorry this is just too much for me."
Riddhima watched in tears as Abhi walked out of her house. She sat down in defeat as more tears worked with their out. Armaan came over and gave her a hug. Holding her tightly and letting her rest her head on his chest he spoke, "shh don't worry. If your love is true it'll work out. He'll be back."
Riddhima looked up at Armaan. He truly was a nice person – at times. She had to admit, the guy had his moments. "Armaan? Do you realize this is the longest we've gone without arguing?" Armaan slightly laughed. "Of all the things, that's what you're thinking about?" Riddhima shrugged.
"Well, also I'm also really hungry and worried about what our parents will say. I guess I've been worried that Abhi may leave for a month now. I'm hurt, but I guess if you are right then Abhi will be back if we're meant to be. It'll take him some time to accept I guess." Armaan nodded, then got up to answer the door as the bell had just rung.
Armaan came back with a plastered smile holding pizza boxes trying to cheer Riddhima up. "Lo Riddhima, the pizza is here!" Riddhima slightly smiled and the duo began eating. Suddenly Riddhima looked up at him. "Armaan? How will we tell our parents?" Armaan looked up at her. "Pata nahin, Riddhima. Pata nahin. I'm so confused about everything. Maybe we should tell our friends first?"
Riddhima nodded, "haan, shayad. Par kaise?" Armaan shrugged. "Pata nahin. I just wish we had an inkling of what we were planning on doing! I mean what are we going to do?"
Riddhima closed her eyes, "pata nahin, but I think it's clear we both want to be a part of the babies life and future right?" Armaan nodded.
"Riddhima, what if we start to live together? I mean like get an apartment together? That way we can all live as a family, without having to worry about who gets the baby when, or how we will both be involved?"
Riddhima thought about it for a moment. "Haan. It makes sense, par Armaan we argue and fight SO much? How can we live together?" Armaan held her hand. "We'll try, for the sake of our baby, we have to Riddhima." Riddhima nodded agreeing with him. The next fear however was how they would tell their friends, and parents.
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