#2 A KASHIAN'S DIARY..author's note/pg 140+SEE INDEX FOR THD3 - Page 56

Originally posted by: shreya11mehra

Very nice dear

Originally posted by: teenorchid

awwweee

this one was short but cutooo

i just cant get enough.. so wanted this to go on nd on on on onnn

but inni jaldi hatam hogayaaa

Originally posted by: Laddoo.Phaddoo

Waah kya update tha dill choo liya😳and dedicated kiya laddoo ko
u knw how to hit my dill ka taar bachchi😉jeeti rahoo fulooo falooo :P
it was very special sach mein and these small scenes of hubby wife wala are my fav...isliye ab next jaldiii de dooo😆love uuu :P
-Laddoo

Originally posted by: kritika_24

aapke type ka tha isliye hi toh aapko dedicate kiya😉😉 m smart na😆😆

and yeah, more coming now...toh stay tuned😆😆

and DO NOT FORGET TO COMMENTTT

and by the way, 'vivvaah' naam ka kuch yaad h aapko ya bhool gye??😡😡

Originally posted by: kritika_24

u were reading asli true love wala ff all over again? u actually like that so much?? ur mad!!!

Originally posted by: kritika_24

thank you all!! now another os coming in...

Originally posted by: Pious_KaSh

jaldi post kar...mere room mien internet nahi hai...

CAN'T BUNK PERIODS

She had come home earlier than usual telling she was not well, and had refused to even tell armaan saying kaha toh hai not well...fire escape me poochne se reason badal nhi jayega armaan..." she pushed him off and went away...

She was highly irritated, he didn't know why. He went straight to the kitchen, expecting her there when he returned home but didn't find her.

He made his way up to their bedroom and there she was, standing between her closet and the bed with a black and a blue pyajama in each of her hands, deciding which one to wear..

"wear your white one na..." he suggested as he came forward and kissed her forehead...

"tumse poocha kya?" she frowned and threw the blue pyajam on the bed, going in the washroom with the black one...

Now this was new, with a house only occupied by them both, changing in the washroom was not really a tradition... he wondered what had he done to make her upset... he looked around and sighed, his morning towel was not on the bed, nor were his perfumes sprawled across the dressing table. But with relief, came tension too, he had to find out what was troubling her so much...

He quickly changed his clothes into a decent t shirt and his army-print Capri, folded his shirt and jeans, kept it neatly over the pile of to-be washed clothes, tidily stacked his shoes in the shelf and looked around the room once again making sure he didn't give her any chance to be upset.

He was watching tv, sitting properly on the couch, volume not loud at all and the cushions still in place when she came down and made her way to the kitchen...

"uh...uhm...do you wanna go out for dinner? Just in case you're not in the mood to cook?" he slowly made his way to her and asked cautiously..

She turned around and glared at him for a moment. He gulped. "in my pyajamas?" she raised an eye brow at him...

"uh...erm...you can change...I mean.."

"I don't want to change..." she turned around chopping vegetables...

"uh then, if you want...uhm...I don't know...wanna order something?" he asked carefully...

"do I cook that bad?" she turned around, a hurt dialog but no hurt expressions, only anger and irritation shouting from her face...

"I love your cooking baby...and we'll do as you want...kya bana rahi ho?" he came closer and hugged her sideways. He knew she needed him the most whenever she was upset, and he didn't care about the reason..

She hugged him completely leaving the knife and vegetables and sighed into his neck...he rubbed her back kissing her forehead... "kya hua mere baby ko? Kyun itna cranky ho rhe ho?" he asked hoping now she will tell him something..but she just freed herself from his hold and went back to her chopping.. "I am not cranky! And you don't need to put on a fake life mr. ! nobody folds his clothes before putting them in the washing machine! Idiot!" she kept on cursing him as he sheepishly made his way back to the couch and resumed his fata poster nikla bheem's special episode, of course, on a very low volume so as to not to give her another reason to chide him...

"aahhh" he heard her cry and went over as fast he could...

Two big fat tears down her glowing cheeks, a blood stained finger and pouted lips.

He immediately held her finger and sucked on it, hoping to give her some relief murmuring soothing words but instead of relief, he only irritated her more.. she snatched away her finger and kept it under the running water tap...

"thande paani se theek hota hai...tumhari kisses se nahi...kabhi to romance se bahar nikal kar soch liya karo..." she didn't even look at him once, washed her finger and went over to take out the first aid box..

She held a bandage in her hand and called out "ab aap please aakar meri help karenge?"

He slowly walked up to her, telling himself that it was all okay and he shouldn't lose his temper at any cost... he put the bandage and wiped off her tears...

"main kuch help kar doon khaana banane me?" he almost whispered as she met his eyes.. she felt so guilty looking into his blue caring eyes now.. "main bohot badtameez hoon?" she asked in a small voice and hugged him..

"bilkul nahi...ab mujhpar hak nahi jataogi to kispar jataogi na..." he kissed the top of her head and hugged her back...

"pizza order kar le?" he asked with a little hope now...

"chicken cheese burst.." she murmured in his neck..

"its Tuesday today..you don't eat chicken on tuesd-"

"no pizza then...main maggie bana leti hoon.." she decided for them both and went back to her cooking.

"vegetable maggie na? mujhe simple boiled waali nahi khaani.." he didn't know why he dared saying that, coz what came after it was the worst of what had happened at mallik residence till then.

She turned back at him, her nostrils flaring, she let the kadhaai fall on the floor with a bang and made her decision clear "khud bana lo mallik."

And she stormed to the bedroom to hide away from the world, curse herself for being a girl, curse god for making her a girl...and let herself fall into the deep darkness...

Yeah, he made Maggie. Plain boiled boring Maggie, since he didn't know any better but topped it with oregano and chilli flakes to make it less boring and just about he was to go upstairs, he carried an empty bowl also, just in case, she refuses to eat from the same bowl with him...

The lights were dimmed and she was half laying on the bed, watching repeat episodes of grey's anatomy with a faint smile... "when will season 10 air in India yaar!" she complained, but still smiling as she enjoyed what was there on screen...

"uh...maggie..." he transferred half of it in the empty bowl and passed it to her while he sat on the other corner...watching tv with her, saying the dialogs along with it, for by now he had learnt them by heart. Marriage makes you crazy. Yeah.

"mother nature's a bitch" she commented, her eyes still glued to the tv..

"hmmm..." he hummed carefully so she couldn't find any other topic to fight now.. and of course, by now he had understood the reason of her cranky behavior, her black pyajamas, and cursing everything around...

She slept on her side. He slept on the other. She turned around. He turned too. She turned back. He kept waiting for her turn to him again. She did. And he opened his arms wide to invite her. Without a second thought, she nestled close to him, relieving both of them...

"I'm sorry armaan..."

"Its all good..." he smiled..

"I love you bebu.." she pecked his nose.

"I love you too" he kissed her lips...

"no sex for a week" she sighed.

"actually...I have a different plan..."

"what plan?"

"since you hate this thing every month...I was thinking..."

"hmm?" she prodded him to go further..

"how about we make you pregnant? Maybe you can bunk some periods!" he winked at her naughtily making his hold tighter.

She blushed, and tried to hide it feigning anger.. "maar khaoge armaan!" she turned and he spooned her now.. "pehle hi maar daala hai aapne begum..."

"uff! Kaise pagal aadmi se shadi kar li maine!"

"ab toh you're stuck for life!"

"stuck for life!" she mocked him and held his hand on her waist, making him go even tighter and closed her eyes as she felt a kiss on her cheek... "mera bacha.." he whispered in her ear. Mind it, I said WHISPERed *winks*.

In the kitchen scene and all, i might have potrayed riddhima as too cruel or something, but that's the thing.

i don't wanna spread awareness about mother nature😆, but two things:

see, you can be angry, upset, but that doesn't give you teh right to be arogant, cruel. you can't hurt others...

and even when you do, you be cruel and arrogant, those who stick by you in that phase are your real soul mates!

so appreciate those who stick by you even when you hate the world!