ArSh/KaSh OS- new OS on pg 48 - Page 16

sorry for such a late comment Amani ...
OS is awesome...you always connect it to the present aand future of kash no? 😉 😆 the end was little bold i wld say but loved it that way... 😳

So I read through each and every one of OS's. They were amazing by far the cutest stories ever. Uff you created the same manic Karan and Shilpa created through DMG. Love love love!

Wooow

Hi everyone,
i know iknow! what am i doing here? i havent even updated I See You. the thing is this one is a gift for sabz our very own DON as it is i'm very late but here you go. so dont worry now i'll work on the other one.

A NEW BEGINNING

She tried to keep the tears suppressed as she tried to breathe through the panic which threatened to suffocate her. She rocked herself as she kept mumbling the words to herself: you can do this! Just breath! Comeon shilpa you can do this! Breathe.

She turned and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror as she had locked herself in there. She looked at her ashen face and panicked eyes, thinking all she wanted at the moment was her mother. The thought of her mother brought the tears back stronger than before, she pressed her lips together to keep the sob down but she failed. Her eyes overflowed with tears as her breath came out in heaving sobs, the idea of living without her parents was too much, she pressed heels of her hand against her eyes trying to stop the flow of tears but she failed.

She sobbed as she cursed the day everything had changed, without her even realizing. She was generally so good at figuring these things out but how it escaped her notice was beyond her. She pressed a fist to her mouth trying to keep the sound of her sobs from being heard. Her condition had been like this for the past couple of days she was able to behave normally most of the time if she remained busy with work and people but whenever she was alone the floodgates opened. As the days neared the feared eventuality the tears had become a frequent visitor.

Shilpa tried to reason with herself, it wasn't as if she was a 15 year old she was an adult mature woman. She had turned 31 just last month which was not a point of concern in her mind but apparently it had been for her parents. She still remembered the day when her parents had tilted her world, she still remembered how the day had started seemingly as an average day.

She had gone out with her parents and sister to a family friends dinner. She had dressed up for dinner with her usual exuberance with one thought in her mind she liked looking good. At dinner she had been her usual cheerful self meeting up with some new people who were suppose to be friends of friends. She had come back home at night feeling slightly full as she had gone for a second helping of the dessert.

A week later her mother had sat her down one evening and brought her world crashing down.

Shilpa's mom: Shilpa do you remember we met with the Mallik's at dinner the other day.

Shilpa who was reading her mail replied absently: hmmm! What about them?

Mom: well they are interested in you!

Shilpa still not looking up: interested for what?

Mom feeling a bit nervous: for their son!

Shilpa frowned but continued scanning the mail: they had a son?

Mom exasperated: you met him shilpa! (tired of waiting for shilpa's full attention) so they really liked you and think you will suit their son perfectly. So they asked your dad and me for your hand in marriage for their son. We are thinking of saying yes!

Shilpa looked up from her cell phone and stared at her mom: excuse me!

Mom: actually your dad and I are really interested in this proposal, we think that Armaan is wonderful.

Shilpa trying to understand: who is armaan?

Mom seriously: he is Mallik's son, whose proposal we are considering, for you.

Shilpa felt shock lance through her: Mom! I don't even remember the guy (she tried thinking back had a vague picture of a good looking guy, they had chatted some he did not come across as a complete idiot) I met him one evening and considering I can hardly remember him you want me to marry him.

Mom: Shilpa! Your dad and I really like him!

Shilpa stared at her in disbelief: then why don't you marry him or better yet dad.

Mom in a warning tone: Shilpa!

Shilpa: what mom?(she raked a hand through her long hair) I thought we talked about it before mom, I really don't want to get married.

Mom: shilpa! You know that is not possible, your dad and I are not going to be here forever.

Shilpa exasperated: fine! But I don't even know the guy and I'm suppose to marry him.

Mom: beta! You can meet him ofcourse but your dad and I believe that Armaan is right for you.

When shilpa stayed quiet mom continued: don't you trust us.

Shilpa looked up at her with confused eyes: its not that

Mom: are you interested in someone else?

Shilpa rolled her eyes: no!

Mom: then trust us to make a decision for you (she lightly caressed shilpa's hair in a loving gesture)

Here she sat alone in the bathroom crying her eyes out as she had gone ahead and agreed to getting married to a guy she knew nothing about. It wasn't as if she never met him after that they did, they even talked but it was aalways surrounded with family and friends. Shilpa rubbed a hand over her face rubbing the tears away when someone pounded on the door and called: Shilpa!

Shilpa hurried to the sink opening the tap for water: I'm coming! (it was her younger sister calling her)

Muskaan: hurry up! They are here!

Armaan wondered the thousandth time why he had said yes, all it had accomplished was a lot of fuss and bother. He hadn't had a moments peace since the day he had said yes, there were fittings for the clothes, then his mom kept asking him stuff about decorations and cards. His eyes hurt with all the color and shimmer that was thrust infront of his eyes and now again he had to go for dinner to his future inlaws. He had tried getting out of it which had earned him a lengthy lecture from his mom about his responsibilities and expectations of his future in laws. So here he was smiling at his future mother in law who was beaming at him. There was click of heels on the marble floor making him turn and look as his future wife walked into the room. As always she looked emaculate exuding warmth but today something looked amiss.

He focused on her trying to judge what was different she looked the same but something was not right. He kept talking to his father in law as he saw her sit next to his mom who was kissing her on cheek. Soon dinner was announced and everyone moved to the dinning room, Shilpa stood by as everyone took a seat.

Shilpa with a smile: aunty plz try the fish its wonderfully cooked. (she lifted the platter and took it to her)

Armaan's mom smiled at her: thank you beta! (then with a sly look at armaan) why don't you dish out food for armaan he looks a bit lost.

Both Armaan and Shilpa froze, their gazes swept up to their parents and then back to each other. Shilpa's face burned with embarrassment as she took in her mother's pleading look and turned towards Armaan.

Armaan wanted to throttle his mother, who looked back at him with utmost glee as he glared. He snapped back to attention as Shilpa turned towards him with her face looking like a mask.

Shilpa forced a smile on her lips and tried talking to him as she would any colleague: hey! I see you haven't taken anything yet (gesturing to his plate) let me help you!

Armaan thanked his stars for her casual tone: its ok! I'll start with this wonderful biryani but I wouldn't mind if you'll get me some of that fish(he smiled back)

Shilpa inclined her head regally: of course!

Armaan was in awe of Shilpa no matter how inane the conversation got to or unreasonable and stupid thing his father said, shilpa remained her calm self. There was a moment or two when he thought her mouth tightened fractionally in annoyance but the next moment she smiled. He was ashamed to admit that on the contrary it was him who had been abrupt at times with her parents for no reason except that they were going out of theur way trying to please him and he wanted them to stop.

Late at night armaan closed his eyes in remorse and disgust as he acknowledged the look on shilpa's face when he had. Her eyes had taken a dangerous gleam the only reason she had stopped was because her sister had latched on to her arm as she had prepared to move forward. She had not said anything but instead had stalked out of the room and had not come even when they were leaving. Lying there he felt petty and small but knew there wasn't anything that he could do to change things. He hoped that he would get the opportunity to put things to right before the actual wedding.

It was the actual wedding day the brides house was bustling with activity, the time for the ceremony was nearing. Shilpa sat in her room looking at herself in the mirror critically noticing the pallor underneath the expertly applied makeup. Her eyes were a bit too large and too bright in her face but there wasn't anything that she could do to help herself. She held herself rigidly trying to control the emotions that were swirling inside her, she concentrated on small things like her makeup then the packing away of her stuff that she needed to take along.

She was never alone as relatives and friends kept coming up to her room to check on her, all she wanted was some solitude but knew being alone would just bring forth the tears she had some ruthlessly controlled. All too soon the baraat was there, muskaan rushed forward bright eyes and face as she took shilpa's hand to take her down.

The rituals were a haze to shilpa, she remember hearing people compliment looking a beautiful bride but her mind has stopped absorbing. She remembered putting one step infront of the another, she even remembered to smile and greet her inlaws. She remembered settling down to perform the rituals, she followed directions and all too soon she was married. She looked at the face of the man who was for all intent and purposes her husband and she felt the first stirrings of panic.

Armaan stood back as he saw his wife being hugged and kissed by her parents as they stood there biding farewell. Shilpa clung to her mother her arms banded around her unwilling to let go but letting go as her mother whispered something her ear. Armaan felt a tightening in his chest as he saw her hands strongly clasping her mother's as they walked upto the car waiting to take them home. When shilpa's dad kissed her forehead making a tear spill across shilpa's cheek armaan wanted to turn around as he felt he was witnessing something very personal.

Shilpa hugged muskaan who was openly weeping: didi! Didi! (shilpa bit her lip as she hugged muskaan trying to control the sob that rose in her throat)

Looking at her face armaan was surprised that she had not drawn blood from her lip. Finally the goodbyes ended and they loaded up into their car to leave. Shilpa could feel the shudders running through the body, she tried valiantly to keep from sobbing loudly as tears streamed down her face. She turned her face away from her husband who sat beside her and felt terribly alone and miserable.

Armaan could see her shoulders shake with the uncontrollable tears as she continued to cry silently. Armaan lightly placed his hand on top hers which was fisted trying to convey comfort.

Shilpa jerked her hand free swiping angrily at her wet cheeks she kept her back towards him in her mind he was the reason for all her troubles. Armaan pulled his hand back not sure what to do next so he kept silent. Shilpa stepped out of the car as they reached the house, hands reached up tugging her clothes into place. Shilpa would've taken a step ahead when armaan extended his hand towards her making shilpa freeze.

Amidst laughter and jokes shilpa stood silently looking at the hand armaan had extended towards her, she wanted to ignore it but lightly placed her hand in his. When his hand closed strongly around hers her gaze swept up at his face, armaan smiled lightly at her and pulled her forward.

Shilpa was exhausted as she sat in the bedroom she had no idea how long the rituals had continued. All she knew her face would crack if she had to smile again her eyes were damaged by bearing the constant flash of having her pictures taken. She was worried about her parents she wanted to know if they were alright, she got her cell phone out from her clutch bag and sat staring at it. Her mind was struck by the thought if she was even allowed to make the call she again felt a pressure on her chest caused by stress and anxiety, so when the door to the room opened she jumped.

Armaan walked into the room and saw his bride looking stunned and anxious. He looked at her and saw her hand clenched around a cell phone. Shilpa burst out: I want to call my parents!

Armaan stood there and wondered what was going on in her head: is your cell not working?

Shilpa wary still: no its fine.

Armaan nodded: ok I'll go change (leaving her to make the call in private)

Shilpa: is mom ok muskaan? (her voice laced with anxiety)

Muskaan trying to sound cheerful: everyone is fine! Are you ok? I mean what are you doing?

Shilpa pinched the bridge of her nose: just came upto the bedroom, I wanted to check on you guys,

Muskaan: stop taking care of us and focus on yourself. We'll come in the morning with breakfast (there were some voices in the background) mom is saying don't worry and we can talk in the morning, I guess its good night then. Bye di.

Shilpa put the cell down and just stared at the wall when armaan came out wearing sweats shilpa looked at him and wondered what the hell was she doing there.

Armaan saw her look at him as if he was an alien: so everything ok?

Shilpa: huh? (not sure what he was talking about)

Armaan: your parents are they alright? (trying to gauge her reaction)

Shilpa took a deep breath: yes!(the silence stretched between them, armaan stood at the foot of the bed looking at shilpa while shilpa kept looking at the wall. Finally when the silence had stretched long enough shilpa turned her head to look at armaan to his relief) I need to change.

Armaan blinked: umm! Sure, uh, the bathroom is all yours.

Shilpa got up from the bed untangling herself from the dupatta which was draped over her hair and body. Armaan sat on his side of the bed and tried not to stare but couldn't look away. He sat mesmerized as she continued to take her jewellery off, then it was the turn of makeup. Using the makeup removal swipes she attacked her makeup. It was like a unveiling he saw her eyes flicker in the mirror towards his reflection noticing his attention on her but continued with her routine. Once done she stood up the folds of her heavy lehenga moving with her, she lifted her hand to unpin the dupatta from the shoulder of her choli. As she unpinned it the dupatta slipped of her shoulder giving armaan a view of the curves which had been hidden, shilpa grabbed her dupatta and then glared at armaan.

Armaan embarrassed: what?

Shilpa frowned: turn around

Armaan: why?

Shilpa hands on her hip: because I need to take this dupatta off

Armaan swallowed: I'm not saying anything

Shilpa narrowed her eyes: turn around I'm not undressing infront of you.

Armaan rolled his eyes and turned around his heart thumped in an erratic beat when he heard the swishing sound of the silk dupatta and then the sound of the bathroom door opening and shutting.

Armaan lay starring at the ceiling and wondered what he could do to make the woman he married to relax so that both of them could get some sleep. She lay on her side her back towards him her body rigid with tension.

Armaan shifted making shilpa stiffen even more, exasperated armaan switched on the bedside lamp: Shilpa!

Shilpa without turning around: what?

Armaan irritated: go to sleep!

Shilpa feeling confused: I was already asleep(trying to lie)

Armaan exasperated: no you weren't! so plz lets just go to sleep we have to get up early(adding as an after thought looking at her stiff back) plus I'm not in the mood for anything else. So please lets just sleep.

Saying his bit he switched off the lamp and dozed off to sleep, shilpa lay there counting his even breaths and before long she was also fast asleep.

Armaan woke up to the sound of running water, it took him a second to remember the change in his marital status. He turned his face away from the bathroom as the water stopped running after 10 minutes or so the door opened and out walked shilpa. He could hear her moving around he heard opening and closing drawers turning around he saw her standing infront of the dressing table attacking the tangles in her wet hair with a comb.

Shilpa had not realized it yet that he was awake so he had some time to observe her. She was wearing a turquoise colored flowy top with fitted sleeves. Armaan lay there watching her smooth moisturizer on her face, maybe he had made a sound because all of a sudden shilpa's eyes swung to him in the mirror.

Armaan sat up: 'morning! I think I'll go n have a bath.(he moved quickly trying to avoid the awkward silence, when he came out later shilpa had left the room)

Shilpa smiled at her mother who was talking to armaan's mother, she leaned closer to muskaan who was grinning.

Shilpa: Muskaan! Whats cooking?

Muskaan grinning: jiju is so dreamy!(when shilpa frowned at her) he cant take his eyes off you di!

Shilpa rolling her eyes: stop romanticizing everything!

Muskaan: if you don't believe me turn to your left and look in the mirror over the sideboard.

Shilpa gave muskaan a narrowed look but turned and looked at the mirror, her gaze latching on to armaan looking directly at her. For a second something passed between them as if an electric current and then with a blink of an eye the connection was broken. Shilpa turned away as voices called out her name but through out the day whatever else she was doing she could feel his gaze.

Armaan felt the pull towards shilpa saw the awareness in her eyes but also saw the wariness in her eyes. He entered his room lost in the thoughts of his wife, he looked around the room realizing he was alone he went to the bathroom changing his clothes. Tired with the guests and festivities of the day he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Shilpa entered the room her gaze immediately going to the lying form of her husband. He lay with one arm over his head the other flung out on her side of the bed. She crept closer and saw his even breathing and realized that he was already asleep. Sighing in relief she went about the room doing her business half an hour later clad in her nightgown she approached the bed. Keep a wary eye on armaan she managed to lay down and tried to get comfortable. She jumped out of her skin when armaan's arm brushed hers' she moved away balancing herself on the edge of the bed closing her eyes willed herself to sleep.

Shilpa rotated her neck trying to loosen the knotted muscles of her shoulders and neck. She was sick of sleeping on the edge of the bed, every night she went to bed feeling on edge. To make matters worse armaan hogged most of the bed making it impossible for her to sleep properly. Armaan looked at shilpa who looked tired, it had been week since their wedding and by the looks of her she looked as if she hadn't slept in a week. She was up before he woke up, at night both of them were usually tired so they just went to sleep.

Armaan looked at the smile his wife gave his father and acknowledged to himself that they were not doing well. They were like two strangers who are forced to share a room, they were not physically intimate as there was an awkwardness between them. To be honest he often forgot how to talk when she looked at him with those hazel wariness filled eyes. Still he wanted things to improve, he wanted the girl whom he had met at the dinner who was confident and direct, had a bawdy laugh and a twinkle in her eye. He wanted the girl whom he had wanted to marry but he didn't know how to go about finding her.

Shilpa made her way to the bed and looked at armaan sprawled on the bed covering even her side of the bed. Clenching her teeth she settled on the bed and tried to relax, armaan shifted his foot coming in contact with her shin. Shilpa jerked so hard that she tumbled from the bed as she was on the edge.

Armaan woke up with a start at the sound of something falling, he turned his head and saw shilpa on the floor.

Armaan confused: whats wrong?(when shilpa just sat there looking at him) why are you sitting on the floor?

Shilpa looked at her husband looking confused and a bit disgruntled on having his sleep disturbed she thought with anger. Clenching her teeth she pulled herself up and managed to sit on bed with her back towards him.

Armaan trying to make sense: did you lose something?

Shilpa turned around and threw her pillow hard on his face: you idiot!

Armaan took the unexpected hit getting angry: what the hell is wrong with you?(in response shilpa grabbed another pillow and threw it at him)

Armaan caught the pillow and glowered at her: stop hitting me!

Shilpa was livid, she was tired of sleeping on the edge of bed, she was tired of the house which was not her own, she was fed up of sharing a room, sharing a bed. Unable to control her anger: you jerk! I'm going to beat the shit out of you.(she grabbed her slipper)

Armaan's eyes widened as he saw her heave her slipper: don't you dare?(then ducked as the slipper came his way, he straightened) ok that's it

Armaan lunged towards her shilpa leaped back pushing armaan back with his other hand. Armaan was not giving up he grabbed her arm and jerked her towards him wrapping his arms around her. Shilpa tried getting free she beat his chest with her fists it felt like beating her fists against a wall, he didn't give an inch. He lifted her off her feet making shilpa speak in angry tone: let go of me you jerk!

Armaan trying to control her thrashing around: stop hitting me!(as he moved towards the bed ith her)

Shilpa: no way(she kicked him hard on the shin making armaan cry out)

Armaan tired of getting kicked and clawed at threw shilpa on the bed make her lay there stunned before she could get her breath armaan got on top her keeping her trapped.

Shilpa felt trapped felt panic rising in her chest: get off me! (trying to buck him off)

Armaan: listen to me! I'm not getting up till u calm down and talk like a rational person.

Shilpa glared at him trapped underneath him: what do u want from me?

Armaan: why did u hit me?(looking at the dangerous gleam in her eyes) and don't even think about hitting me again.

Shilpa glared and spoke through clenched teeth: first get off me(when armaan didn't move) I wont hit you again.

Armaan let her go, immediately shilpa rolled out from under him and sat up, eyeing armaan warily.

Shilpa: you are a jerk!

Armaan quirked a brow at her: I'm not in the mood for your insults.

Shilpa: well you deserve them, you behave as if I'm not here.

Armaan: excuse me!(not comprehending what she was saying)

Shilpa: I fell off the bed, you want to know why? Because you took the entire bed to sleep on and its not only today. Everyday I sleep on the edge of the bed, you jerk!

Armaan glared back at her: first, if you had a problem you could have said something instead of hitting me.

Shilpa was on a roll now: we have hardly been married a week but you don't think its necessary to give me some space. How the hell am I suppose to change clothes with you sitting here.

Armaan bewildered: where the hell am I suppose to go?

Shilpa: I don't know, its your house you can go anywhere you want

Armaan was about to say something but stopped at the bitterness in her tone: Shilpa! Why did you marry me?

Shilpa looked at him as if he had lost his mind: what sort of question is that?

Armaan: a logical one!

Shilpa crossed her arms on her chest: oh really! Then why don't you enlighten me first.

Armaan: fine! I married you because I liked you.

Shilpa rolled her eyes: ya right!

Armaan smiled at her expression: I'm not saying I fell madly in love with you I just liked you enough to want to live my life with you.

Shilpa gave him a look: are you trying to tell me you met me one evening n went home n told your mom that you want to marry me.

Armaan shook his head: my parents wanted to marry me I was not interested in anyone so we were going down the arranged marriage route. On dinner I met you and found you unbelievably interesting so when my mom asked about you I said yes.

Shilpa: unbelievably interesting?

Armaan grinned: well you are not bad to look at but for me the selling point was the bawdy laugh and a go get attitude. Compared to the simpering idiots I was getting thrown my way you were a breath of fresh air. (taking in shilpa's surprised expression) did you honestly think I would have gotten married for no reason. Who does that?

Shilpa could feel the blood rush to her face as she could see understanding dawn on armaan, feeling embarrassed: well I didn't want to get married

Armaan stilled: were you interested in someone?

Shilpa: NO! I just didn't want to get married.

Armaan: so why did you say yes?

Shilpa sighed: my parents liked you and you were not a complete jerk(she peeked at him from under her lashes)

Armaan's lips quirked: so what do you want to do?(shilpa looked at him with confusion) we can go on the way we are or we can do something to change it.

When shilpa remained quite armaan moved towards her immediately shilpa moved back, armaan stopped her by placing his hand on her arm: stop moving away! I was not going to jump you.(when shilpa looked at him with doubt armaan grinned) I would like my wife a little more willing when I approach her for some romance.

Shilpa looked at him with an arched brow and color tinting her cheeks: so what do you propose?

Armaan: lets try and be comfortable with one another, sleep properly on the bed and I promise that I wont try anything till you are ready.

Shilpa chewed on her lip: and how will you know when we are ready?

Armaan shrugged: I'll ask you before I make the move, so what do you say?

Shilpa: deal! Want to shake on it(she held out her hand)

Armaan took her hand and held it smiling: can we go to sleep now?

Shilpa grinned at him: yes please!(then looked at him questioningly when armaan didn't respond) my hand armaan you are still holding it.

Armaan: oh! Sorry!

They both settled on their side of the bed and turned off the lights, shilpa took a deep breath closing her eyes. The next when she opened them it was morning she lay on her side facing away from armaan. She turned around and saw armaan sleeping flat on his back with his arm over his eyes.

Shilpa couldn't help but smile as she got up and made her way to the bathroom feeling hopeful. The following days followed the same pattern, they shared the bed and the room slowly but steadily ease coming in their dealings. Armaan congratulated himself when across the breakfast table shilpa smiled at him. When one of the aunties who had come over to meet the new bride started on a stream of lewd questioning both armaan n shilpa couldn't stop themselves from laughing when their gazes met.

They became friends for shilpa it was being in a hostel sharing a room with a buddy. They had developed a routine and both were continuing smoothly enough. But it all started to change when one morning shilpa woke up.

Shilpa rolled to the other side and got comfortable on the pillow, she was not in deep sleep but didn't want to get up either. She sighed and tried to get comfortable when she realized that the pillow she was sleeping on was warm and had a heartbeat. Shilpa's eyes snapped open and to her horror she had her head pillowed on armaan's chest. Horrified she lifted her eyes to his face prepared to see a sneer or smug expression but he was asleep. Shilpa sagged against him in relief she looked up at his face and couldn't help smile as he looked cute sleeping.

Her gaze travelled over his features taking in his long lashes girls usually died for, her gaze travelled to his lips which she considered for a while. It was not as good as Paul Newman's but not bad at all, she took in his jaw which was shadowed by stubble and shilpa a desire to run her hand across it feeling it bristle against her skin. Immediately shilpa drew back as if burned, very carefully she slid out of bed so not to disturb him and rushed to the bathroom.

She ducked into the shower her mind in turmoil over her reaction to Armaan, without thinking she started to wash her hair. Annoyed with herself she turned off the water, wrapping a towel around herself she stood infront of the mirror and starred at herself. She picked up the blow dryer and frowned as in her mind all she could see was armaan. How long she stood there she had no idea but she was startled out of her reverie as the door to the bathroom burst open with armaan rushing in.

Armaan: I'm so late! Maa is going to kill me!

Shilpa just looked at him in shock clutching her towel.

Armaan rushed to the shower stall: I had to go pick Maa's friend from the airport and I'm getting late.(Armaa grabbed the hem of his waist and took it off revealing a muscular chest to shilpa's gaze)

Shilpa was transfixed with the sight of armaan's ridged belly, when he turned his back to her to toss the vest in the hamper she was displayed to the play of muscles on his back. When armaan put his hand under the waistband and started to pull down his sweatpants shilpa ran from there. She got dressed fast as if hounds of hell were after her trying to get out of the room before armaan came out. She hurriedly pulled a comb through her wet tangled hair, she threw the comb on the table when the door to the bathroom opened and out walked Armaan wearing towel.

Shilpa almost groaned out aloud at the sight of him and ran out the room kicking herself all the way. She couldn't believe herself she was acting like a teenage girl drooling over a good piece of ass but there was no denying it was a very good ass.

Again shilpastopped shocked at herself: stop it shilpa! Whats wrong with you? Drooling over armaan, he's your husband for god's sake.(and then as if realization struck her she sank down on the stairs that she was coming down from)

I actually find my husband attractive and drool worthy.

Shilpa was still in shock when armaan came running but stopped when saw her sitting there.

Armaan sat down beside her concerned: whats wrong?

Shilpa looked at him with dazed eyes and for a second wasn't sure how to respond to him: I got a bit dizzy!

Armaan placed ahand on her forehead and then on her cheek to check her temperature: you don't feel feverish!

Shilpa could have sworn her temperature went up with his first touch but stayed quiet.

Armaan peered into her eyes: are you still feeling dizzy?(he held on to her hand gently rubbing the soft skin of her wrist with his thumb)

Shilpa felt her knees turning to jelly and knew she would just make a fool of herself if she stood up: yes! I'll just sit here for a little while, you go down, you are getting late.(trying to get him to move)

Armaan stood up and looked at her face, he stooped down and scooped her up in his arms. Shilpa gasped in surprise: Armaan what are you doing?

Armaan looked at her shocked expression and couldn't help but smile: I'm taking you down!

Shilpa tried not to get too comfortable in his arms as the heat from his body started to permeate her: there was no need armaan, I'm fine.

Armaan stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked at her without putting her down: you are my wife shilpa! It matters to me.

Shilpa looked at him in wonder how this complete stranger had become an important part of her life and she, his. Even though he was getting late he had stopped for her, without thinking shilpa lifted her hand and lightly caressed his face with her fingertips.

Armaan's breath stopped at her touch, he could feel that touch to his soul. His heart expanded, making it thud loudly and faster. They both stared at one another knowing that it was start of a new beginning for both of them.

Hiii...Awesome os...Loved it...loved da concept...armaan sooo sweet...would love 2 read more...life after there feelings...Thanks 4 da pm

Wonderful Part.

Amazing os diii n thanks for the pm :)

Simply amazin os totally luvd it x

love the stories...love kash...plz try and make some based on real life merging them with reel life.

completely blissful OS ...loved it...the way armaan made a place for himself in her heart was sweet 😳