Dream In Color - Abhi/Nikki - Ch 3 Updated

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Brown was the color of the earth. Brown was stability. Reliability.The color of the oak he was hanging from. The coffee he drank every day.

This oak wasn't stable, though. Slowly, he felt himself letting go of the oak branch and falling' through the air, face first, into the brown hard earth'

Abhi jerked in his sleep and opened his eyes.

Brown is the color of Aryan's eyes. The same as mine.

His son was looking up at him with the same eyes as his, tracing the tattoos on his muscular arms.

"Papa, can I get these too?" he asked eagerly.

Abhi chuckled sleepily. "Maybe when you get older. Your mother would kill both of us if she found out you got one. She almost killed me for getting these!"

Aryan propped himself up on one arm. "What happened when you got one? Doesn't Mumma have one too?"

"Well' "

**FLASHBACK**

"Abhi! Man we should do something to celebrate!"

"POSH?"

"Totally!" everyone agreed.

They had just passed their junior year exams in college. A group of reckless, partying 20 and 21 year olds. They had decided on POSH, the newest club around. Soon, both Abhi and the group were half-drunk. Then, Armaan had suggested they go get tattoos. So off they went to the newest tattoo parlor. Armaan and Abhi were the "manliest men" in there, or so they said. Once in, everyone except Nikki and Riddhima had been convinced to be tattooed. Finally, after much persuasion, they had agreed.

The next morning, Abhi woke up in pain to find himself and Nikki tangled up in the sheets.

"Owww. Dude. This hurts."

A grumpy Nikki, with her eyes still closed, replied, "To zaroorat kyat hi teen teen tattoos banane ki? Ek se nahin chala sakte the?"

"What about you? Dard nahin ho raha?"

"No' Thank god maine chota banaya."

"Where?"

"You don't remember? Kal raat to bohot pasand aaya tha!" she smirked.

"Well since I don't remember, wanna show me again?" he asked naughtily.

"Uh yeah right. After I beat you and Armaan up for suggesting this."

**FLASHBACK ENDS**

It had been exactly two and a half months after that when they found out Nikki was pregnant with Aryan.

But of course he didn't tell Aryan that version.

Soon after, he and Aryan started playing the guitar Abhi had bought him for his 4^th birthday. As soon as Abhi started playing, the pounding of his ears was back and he clenched his jaw tightly to stop the pain, but he couldn't take it anymore. He ran out of the room.

Outside the room he stopped to catch his breath. He leaned against the wall. How long was this going to continue? He couldn't even teach his son how to play the guitar or watch tv with his wife without the pain resurrecting.

I need help.

CHaPTeR THRee

He felt himself being pulled back into a memory.

White.

Purity. Cleanliness. Calm. Serene. Sterile.

White was the color of the snow Nikki loved. White was the color of coldness. Of blandness. White was the color of innocence. White was also the color of the floors and walls at the hospital.

Abhi's lips twisted up as he thought about the irony. Innocence. Considering he was here because his girlfriend was in labor, that was quite ironic.

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Nikki groaned as the pain hit her once more. She threw her head back, and clenched Abhi's hand tighter.

Abhi's forehead tightened in tension. He bent down to her ear and whispered soothing words to her.

Two hours later, he couldn't stand it anymore. He went and sat on a chair right outside the room.

Armaan sat next to him. "Kya hua?"

Abhi rubbed his face. "I can't do this. I can't do this. I've never had a kid! What if I drop it? Oh my god. Or worse, what if I squish it? Oh my god Armaan I can't do this."

Armaan was amused. "Abhi, are you the one pushing a baby out of you along with wondering all this stuff?!"

Abhi took his hands off his face. "What?"

Armaan sighed. "Dude, Nikki's in there. And she needs you."

Abhi moaned. "Armaan! Why can't you go in?"

"Because I want to have kids, thank you. Can't have someone ripping out my family jewels!"

Abhi gave a small smile. "True. Hey, atleast I'll have a kid at the end of this!"

He walked back into the room confidently, where he saw an exhausted Nikki leaning back on the headboard.

"Hey," he whispered, pecking her cheek.

She gave him a tired smile. "Where were you?"

"Just needed some water. You need anything?"

"No… just really tired."

He kissed her forehead. "I know sweetheart. I'm so proud of you. And um I was planning on doing this later, but I think this would be a better time so-"

He was cut off by the beeping on the contraction machine. He turned to look at it and saw the line spike to the top of the screen and stay there. He turned to the nurse. "What does that mean?"

She smiled at him. "It means you're gonna be a dad very soon."

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30 minutes later, Nikki gritted her teeth and pushed once more. Abhi sat next to her and counted down for her. Finally she was allowed a break from pushing. Abhi gathered his strength and turned to her.

He was nervous. Did he even have the courage to do this?

"Nikki, I want to do this before the baby comes." The pain was coming in a constant stream now. "Nikki, I fell in love with you ever since I saw you at Riddhima's house. I love you more than ever and I promise to keep loving you like this forever. Will you marry me?"

He held up the ring he had kept with him the past 7 months. Nikki gave him a teary smile through the pain and nodded.

"But, my fingers are too fat for this."

Abhi chuckled. "I talked to the guy at the shop and he gave me this-" He put the ring on a silver chain and clasped it around her neck and gave her a kiss.

The pain suddenly hit her again and she screamed. "C'mon baby. You can do this."

She arched her back and groaned while she pushed, and a few minutes later, they heard the wails of their newborn baby. Her tight grasp on his hand loosened.

Nikki slumped down on the headboard and closed her eyes wearily.

The doctor announced, "Congratulations! It's a baby boy!"

Abhi excitedly turned to Nikki, his eyes shining like a child who had just been let loose in the candy shop.

"Nikki! It's a boy! Oh my god I was right, it's a boy!"

Nikki smiled at his cuteness, and took the baby from the nurse who offered it to her with a smile.

She looked down at her baby boy who had just opened his eyes. "Look Abhi," she whispered. "He has your eyes."

Abhi looked into his son's eyes to indeed find his own. He kissed Nikki on the forehead. "Thank you."

Nikki gave him a weak smile and started to hand the now sleeping baby over to Abhi. Abhi was perplexed. "What?"

"Don't you want to hold your son?"

"Uh… I.. I think I'm good for now."

"ABHI?! This is your son! You're gonna have to hold him sometime!"

"Just… not now Nikki."

Nikki sighed resignedly. "Fine. Now go and tell everyone, they must be waiting."

Abhi walked outside to inform their friends and family only to be bombarded-

"What happened?"

"Boy or girl?"

"Who does it look like?"

"How long was it?"

"Am I a nana yet?"

"Wait let me get the camera!"

"I want to hold my niece or nephew!"

Abhi was startled. "BAS!"

Everyone fell silent.

"Dear god guys! Stop this. And come inside." He grinned.

Everyone followed him inside and aww'ed at the sight of the little blue bundle in Nikki's hands.

Their parents hugged Nikki first, then Abhi's father took the baby from Nikki.

"Wow little guy, you are heavy!"

Abhi's mother grinned. "Just like Abhi… Abhi was 21 inches and 9 pounds!"

The nurse interrupted to take the IV out of Nikki's arm. "This little guy here is 21 inches and 9 pounds as well. More like a bug guy huh?"

Nikki's tearful mother replied, "Nikki was so tiny! Only 15 inches and 5 and a half pounds!"

Abhi laughed, "No wonder she's so tiny!"

Everyone chuckled. Then Abhi's sister came forward to hold her nephew.

When she took him in her arms, he smiled in his sleep, showing his dimples. Excitedly, Aliya turned to Nikki. "Look Bhabhi, he has Bhai's dimples too!"

Next was Armaan. "Hey little man," he whispered to the baby. "You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me," he winked.

Abhi shook his head and hit Armaan. "Oye! I'm holding your son! How dare you hit me!"

Armaan passed the baby to Riddhima as he and Abhi began arguing.

"Shh guys you'll wake him up!" Nikki chastised.

Riddhima took the baby and sat beside Nikki. "Nikki he's so beautiful. Have you guys picked out a name yet?"

Abhi and Nikki looked at each other. Nikki replied, "Not yet but maybe you guys can help us?"

Everyone started shouting out names and once again came the cry, "BAS! Everyone just pick one name!"

They started with the proud uncles and aunts.

"Siddhant," replied Sid, who was still in high school and extremely conceited.

"Next."

"Arnav." "Abhay." "Aryan." "Aditya."

The grandparents went next.

"Amit." "Aman." "Ayan." "Arjun."

Abhi looked at his dad. "Arjun. That's his name."

His dad beamed proudly, "Arjun Abhimanyu Modi."

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After they had all left, an exhausted Nikki fell asleep while Armaan and Abhi sat on the couch in the room.

"Dude, it seemed like yesterday that we went to the club and got drunk and got these tats."

"I know. And here I am, 8 months later, 22 and engaged with a baby."

"Man, life sure does come at you fast."

"Just like that commercial on tv we used to laugh at!"

They laughed together.

Armaan told Abhi, "I'm happy for you though. I know you'll take good care of Nikki and Arjun."

Abhi looked towards Nikki's sleeping form on the bed. "I hope. But Armaan, I went to the doctor the other day… It's getting worse. They referred me to a psychologist."

"You're going right?"

"I… I don't know Armaan. Sometimes I ask myself if getting treated will even be worth it. And now with the baby Nikki needs my help. I'm not gonna do the same thing to them that my dad did. I forgave him for it eventually, but I swore I wouldn't repeat it. He got so wrapped up in his treatment that he forgot me. I.. I won't do that to my son Armaan."

Armaan was worried. "But Abhi you HAVE to do this. If not for you then for Nikki! Have you even told her about this?"

Abhi negated it with a shake of his head. "She knows about my dad having it, but she's been so weak these past months that I didn't dare tell her."

Armaan cautiously advised, "Abhi, before it gets bad, you have to do something. Or Nikki will never forgive you. She'll just be more hurt. And it'll affect everything you do."

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Coming back to the present, Abhi thought about Armaan's words and how they were slowly coming true. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello? My name is Abhimanyu Modi, and I need to make an appointment…"