AR FF ~Undercover Honeymoon~ Updt part10 - pg40 - Page 20

Part 9

Riddhima suddenly woke up with thundering heart, completely drenched in sweat. She had been having weird dreams all night...shockingly about kissing Armaan...which made her wonder what was really going on in that pink-jelly-patterned-blob more known as brain. Riddhima grabbed a glass of water from the table next to her and gulped it down in one go. Except...that didn't help much to clear her confused mind so she got up and tiptoed over to the window. Looking out Riddhima saw the sky change its colour; from dark blue, to explode into bright colours subsequently turning light blue. The sheer beauty of the sunrise made her sigh...and for a few moments she was completely spell boundeded by the view. Riddhima was so enthralled by the sunrise that she didn't notice Armaan waking up from his sleep. He had been stirring restlessly for a while and when finally managing to open his eyes a wonderful sight welcomed him. Riddhima standing in her nightie, with the sun glowing around her head like an aura made her appear like an angel. Armaan secretly gazed at Riddhima for some time and once she turned around with a sigh he quickly closed his eyes. Armaan didn't dare to open his eyes until the sound of bathroom door closing was heard. Changing his position, to lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling. Riddhima had begun to have a weird effect on him not only during the daytime, with the kiss and everything else, but also in his dreams. Last night had been filled with non-stop dreams about Riddhima in her wet sundress. He sighed heavily and told his mind to get a grip.

Dressed in knee length grey shorts and tight baby pink t-shirt Riddhima stepped out of the bathroom. She didn't meet Armaan's eyes instead went straight to the laptop and tried to look busy. Somehow the dreams had made her nervous and now it was suddenly difficult to face Armaan. He on the other couldn't either look at Riddhima. Every time his eyes fell upon her the dreams would start repeating in his head. He quickly went to take a shower and change his clothes. Feeling refreshed and cool minded he decided to confront Riddhima. There was no point in delaying as it was important for them to get along.

A: 'Tum tayyar ho?' (Are you ready?) he asked looking carefully at Riddhima.

R: 'Ermm...yes. Breakfast?' she said now finally daring to look at Armaan.

A: 'Yup! Let's go!

After having breakfast in the restaurant they came back to grab few things before going down to the beach. Today they would try on Jet Skiing and at the same get some work done. Armaan and Riddhima welcomed the out door activity as it would distract them both from confusing thoughts. They arrived at the beach where a male instructor in his thirties was waiting. He handed over the wetsuits and told them the importance of wearing something under the wetsuits from a hygienic perspective and also that they may not want to be completely naked in front of everyone while changing their outfit. Riddhima was already wearing a bathing suit under her normal clothes and Armaan was also wearing something underneath. Riddhima got ready to change when...

The instructor: 'Excuse me...you don't have long nails do you?' he asked seriously.

R: 'Why?'

The instructor: 'Because long nails can damage the wetsuit and we don't want that. So if you have long nails you have to either let your husband help you to put on the wetsuit or you could cut your nails' he explained to Riddhima.

R: 'What?!' she said shocked.

A: *arches eyebrows*

The instructor: 'Sorry? Did I say something wrong?' he asked looking very confused.

R: 'Err...no...it's just that I don't want to cut my nails and also it's a bit...umm...weird getting help being dressed like I'm a helpless kid. That's all!' she said with a nervous smile.

A: 'Well...tumhe kisne kaha tha ke lambe nakhon rakho?' (Well...who told you to have long nails?) he said whispering in her ear.

R: *glares angrily at Armaan*

A: 'So should I help you or not my darling' he said loudly.

R: 'I'll pass!' she said crossing her arms.

A: 'Suit yourself!' he said stepping back.

The instructor stood there looking like a big question mark. His eyes darted rapidly between Armaan and Riddhama; shaking his head he continued with the rest of preparations. Armaan tugged of his t-shirt and pulled down his shorts. Riddhima stared at Armaan thinking how he didn't seem to have any kind of inhibition. He slept naked and had no problem changing clothes in front of everyone...like it was not a big deal. Either he was very sure of himself or didn't give a crap about what other people thought...or maybe it was both. Now he was standing there in the tightest pair of Speedos you could think of leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Riddhima tried to look away but her betraying eyes wouldn't let her; they were like missiles looking for its target. Riddhima could only snap out of the trance when Armaan turned around to grab the wetsuit. She released her breath, not realising she was holding it, followed by some light swearing over her bizarre behaviour.

Armaan on the other hand was busy getting ready to drive the Jet Ski. The instructor came and informed how the watercraft worked. Armaan quickly absorbed the information and waited eagerly to go out in the water for a test drive. Wearing a Type III PFD lifejacket for safety he slowly began to drive the Jet Ski. In the beginning he drove cautiously but with the risk of being called a granny he speed up...except the decision came to cost him dearly a few minutes later. Armaan made a sharp turn and as a new beginner he did not stand a chance; with a jerk he ended up in the water with a big splash. With a slightly bruised ego he immediately jumped back on the Jet Ski this time to drive more carefully.

With a camera in her hands Riddhima was still standing on the beach next to the instructor. She skilfully started to ask questions to the man. She asked about how long he had worked here, how experienced he was, what were the perks and disadvantages of the job, if he worked alone or if the there were and so on while and so on under all the pretences of filming Armaan when she really was recording the man's answers. Every now and then she glanced beyond the screen and saw how fun it looked like riding a Jet Ski. She desperately wanted to try it too...despite seeing Armaan falling in the water...but was her pride coming in the way? She could let Armaan help her with the wetsuit. After a lot of thinking she made up her mind.

Armaan had stopped the watercraft, jumped off it and was moving towards her with a big smile reaching from ear to ear. And his eyes...his eyes were sparkling like the ocean she noticed. Despite falling off the Jet Ski he still came back with a bounce in his steps. It was like he was radiating pure energy.

A: 'Riddhima, tumhe try karna chah ye! Please apne ego ko chod do aur meri madat le lo. Main promise karta hon ke tumhe bahut maza aye ga Jet Ski pe!' (Riddhima, you have to try it! Please let go of your ego and let me help you. I promise that you will have loads of fun on the Jet Ski!) he said beaming.

R: 'Ok'

A: 'Kya???!!!' (What???!!!) he said as his jaw dropped.

R: 'Maine kaha ok...tum meri madat kar sakte ho' (I said ok...you can help me) she said barely being able to keep a straight face seeing Armaan's expression.

A: 'Tum itni jaldi maan gayi? Woh kaise? (You agreed so easily? How come) he said looking like a big question mark.

R: 'Maine tumhari baat nahi maani balke mera bhi dil chahra ke main bhi try karon. Tumhe dekh kar laga hai ke tumne bahut enjoy kya isliye' (I didn't agree easily actually I wanted to try it too. You seemed to have enjoyed it a lot so that's why) she explained to Armaan.

A: 'OK! Whatever!' he said shrugging his shoulders.

Riddhima put down the camera and started to pull down her shorts leaving the t-shirt on to take it off later. She was feeling very uncomfortable but her desire to go out in the water was bigger. Armaan gestured Riddhima to sit down and she did. Armaan, sitting down, gently took Riddhima's legs and placed them in his lap. He carefully began to put on the wetsuit; first one leg then the other. He stood up and motioned her to stand up which suddenly had become a difficult task with the wetsuit around her feet. Armaan offered his hand and she accepted it. Armaan pulled Riddhima towards him a little too hard making her almost loose balance. To steady herself she grabbed his arm tightly and for a brief moment they stared into each other's eyes. Realising what they were doing Riddhima immediately let go of his arm and Armaan quickly bent down on his knees to continue with the task. He pulled up the wetsuit over her legs, knees and thighs and her waist accidentally touching her skin every now and then. Riddhima could feel his fingers touch her skin but didn't know whether she liked or hated it.

A: 'Umm...err...kya tum apni t-shirt utar sakti ho ke usme bhi tumhe madat chahye ho gi?' (Umm...err...could you please take off your t-shirt or should I help you with that too?) he asked Riddhima when he was done with the wetsuit up to her waist.

R: 'Err...nahi main karlongi khudi' (Err...no I can manage) she said feeling tiny bit uncomfortable.

She pulled off the t-shirt and Armaan continued to help putting on her wetsuit. It was more difficult to do now as they had to stand almost face to face. None of them were looking at each other, both trying hard to concentrate on the task. Armaan went behind Riddhima to zip up the wetsuit and caught glimpse of her back. Her bathing suit had a huge plunge in the back leaving most of her skin visible. For a moment he almost felt touching it...but quickly changed his mind as he didn't feel like getting another lecture for touching her unnecessarily. Riddhima wondered why it was taking Armaan so long. She was about to ask when Armaan began to zip up. Finally done Riddhima walked away and Armaan gulped hard. The wetsuit was tight and he could clearly see certain lovely humps and lumps from behind. He tried to look up, down, left, right but his eye kept coming to Riddhima's behind. Riddhima completely unaware of Armaan's reactions went over to the instructor to put on the lifejacket. She went through the same process as Armaan and soon she was driving the Jet Ski nearly like a pro. She hate to admit it but Armaan was right...the experience was wonderful. She felt free and alive! After some time she drove back to the dry land. Jumping off the watercraft she went with a bouncy step over to Armaan.

R: 'It was exhilarating!' she said giddy.

A: 'Maine kaha tha na?' (Didn't I tell you?) he said with a big grin.

R: 'Oye, main tumhare kaine pe nahi gayi thi mein apni marzi se gayi thi. Tumhe itna khush hone ki zurorat nahi hai' (Oye, I didn't go because you told me to I went because of my own will. So stop being so happy) she said pointing her finger at Armaan.

A: 'Hanh, hanh! Tum toh kabhi nahi manogi ke main sahi bhi ho sakta hon!' (Yeah, yeah! You can never admit when I'm right!) he said loudly.

R: 'Tum...sahi?! My foot!!!' (You and right? My foot!!!) she said stomping her foot.

A: *stares at her with folded arms*

R: 'Aur waise bhi tum pani mein gire the yah main?' (Beside was it you who fell in the water or you?) she said with lopsided smile.

A: 'Woh...err...jhagdte hi rehna hai keh apne kapde bhi utarne hai? (Well...err...are you going to continue with the fight or are you going to take off your clothes?) he said looking angrily at Riddhima.

R: 'Of course...tumhe to ladkyion ke kapde utarne ka bada shauk ha na? (Of course...you love undressing girls don't you?!) she said folding her arms.

They continued fighting and changing their clothes (Armaan helping the unwilling Riddhima). Both picked up their wetsuits and went to the small office where all the arrangements for jet skiing were done. Plastered with a fake smile they returned the wetsuits. Armaan and Riddhima took a quick look around though nothing seemed to be out of ordinary and it seemed to be only one person behind the desk...which was a woman in her twenties. Armaan put on his best charm and asked her several questions while Riddhima snapped some pictures around the place. The woman utterly besotted with Armaan answered the questions easily and Riddhima just rolled her eyes. Satisfied with the information they had received and collected both left for their hotel room to continue with their fight.