AR_OS_SS_Gallery_Soothing Silence(Thread2 cmplte)thrd3 link pg1 - Page 69

"baby.." she bent over her peacefully sleeping husband and called him ever so sweetly..

"mm.." came his expected sleepy response.

"bebuuu.." she called again pampering her sweetheart lill more while running her sleek fingers tenderly within his hair but once again she received nothing but another satisfied "mmm.."

"shonuu.. plz na.. utho, na baby.." she pampered him even more, if dat was even possible, knowing wat can hlp her the most in waking up her sleepy husband in his best mood.. oh! How she needed him in his best mood that moment!

"hmm.. mmm.." but her spoiled big kid had no intention to give in today. He just went nearer to her long open hair nd nestled under its warmth ever so perfectly.

"offoo.. utho,na babyyy..." she whined finally getting irritated by his stubbornness. Here she's doing all just to wake him up nd wat he's doing.. just slipping more n more into peaceful sleep.. had hai yaar!

"nai na riddhima.. sone do, na.. abhi abhi toh soya hoon.." he replied adjusting himself comfortably under the duvet while tangling their legs more than before..

"haan lekinn.." she started protesting but stopped not knowing wat else to say to support her request. Well.. she knows how right he is in his place but she has no option either or does she?

"no lekin wekin jaan.. come.. let me make u sleep too.." he said sweetly while stroking the pillow next to him but still in no mood of opening his eyes..

"par.." but as soon as he heard his love's meek protest, he frowned.. "now don't tell me ki tumhe firse bhook lagi hai.. riddhima yaar.. abhi main kuch nhi banane wala keh deta hoon.." he protested finally opening his droopy eyes.. noways he's gonna cook for his ever hungry pregnant wife again this late.. for god's sake, he has an imp meeting tomorrow.. nd all, he was trying from 11, was shutting his eyes for some peaceful sleep but alas! Still at 2, he's all awake but yawning thanx to his wifey's mid night mood swings..

"arrey.. par pehle sun toh lo main kya bolne wali hoon.." she pleaded making the most innocent face possible.

"nope.. it's everyday routine for u now.. adhi raat ko mujhey neend se uthao aur fir uthpatang dishes banwao.. aaj nhi uthne wala main.. abhi kuch der pehle hi ice cream khilaya tha, na.. toh fir?" finally his barrier of tolerance broke & poor fellow raised his voice against his wife's everyday torture!

"aarrggg... armaan, agar tumne fir se mujhey bolne se toka na.. toh.. toh.. toh main maike chali jayungi kal subah hi.. I'm warning u.." nd here comes mrs. mallik's greatest weapon and as alwaz it hit its target without a mistake.

"wat? Hell noo!!! Tum aisa kuch nhi karogi.. main keh raha hoon.." nd as soon as those words slipped from her lips, he felt alerted.. extremely alerted dat at once he threw his comforter aside nd sat straight threatening back weakly..

"acchaa?? Toh kaun rokega mujhey.. tum??" she spat knowing the obvious answer.. god! she was too cranky dat moment.

"gosh riddhuu.. yeh sahi nhi hai yaar.. tum humesha mujhey aise blackmail karti rehti ho.. u knw too well dat I can tolerate anything but this! Ok fine.. bolo.. kya chahiye aaj?? Pasta? Sandwich? Burger? Noodles? Paanipuri? Bhelpoori??..." nd he kept on rambling his never ending menu card.

"wow baby.. tumhey toh kitni sari dishes banana ata hai.. I wonder agar tum businessman nhi hote toh kya hote.. chef?? Kitna accha hota, na fir.. main roz tumhare restaurant mein jati aur free mein apni mann pasand khana khati.." she said dreamily portraying her husband in a chef's apron nd hat with a spoon in one hand nd some random vegetable in other..

"very funny!!" he said scowling.

"awww.. mela januu guchha ho gaya.." she teased poking his grumpy cheeks..

"riddhuuu.. tumne mujhey adhi raat ko iss liye jagaya taki tum mujhey tang kar sako??" he barked.. god! main hi milta hoon kya roz roz..

"umm.. let me think! Well.. aaj toh yeh reason nhi hai par it's quite tempting u knw.. main kal ya parso zaroor try karungi.." at once she felt all happy & chirpy and why wouldn't she? After all teasing mr. husband is her most fav to-do..

"riddhimaa!" he shouted helplessly..

"hehehehe.. sorry,na.. achcha suno toh mainey kyun uthaya tumhe.." she was still smiling seeing the frustration all over his face.. aww.. he's choo cutee!!

"haan bolo.." sighing he asked finally.

"wohh na.. wohh na.." riddhima dragged her sentence intentionally changing his scowl into panic effortlessly in a few seconds.

"kya baat hain riddhuu.. u r ok, na?? tabiyaat kharab lag rahi hai kya?? Mera baby toh thik hai, na??" nd here we go.. the ever worried papa mallik is back on her way.. she smiled knowing how something can never change.. it's been months but still he gets hyper with every lill thing related to their baby.. though her reports are all normal and she's completely healthy but nothing can give him the complete satisfaction.. he's alwaz there ready on his toes just to do anything & everything to make the duo happy.. after all if mumma mallik is happy, junior mallik will be happy automatically.. won't she?

"haan baba sab thik hai.. wohh actually mujhey na .. umm.. bahot boredom feel ho rahi hai.. tum mere sath games kheloge, kya??" finally she unveiled the actual matter making his hand froze on her bulging tummy.

"WHAT???" he shouted unbelieving his ears.

"jeez!! Don't shout, na.. mujhey takleef hoti hai.." she said pouting while putting a hand over her heart.

"ohh sorry.." he apologized genuinely but then argued back wen reality hit his brain.. "but riddhimaa.. games nd now?? At 2am?? Are u mad or wat? Tumne mujhey adhi raat ko iss liye uthaya?? Gosh woman! U r out of ur mind, I'm telling u.. adhi pagal toh tum thi hi abhi pregnancy ne baki ki kasar bhi poora kar diya hai.. games!! Like seriously!!" he kept on rambling his garbled speech still being under the effect of her unbelievable late night wish.

"armiii... tum mujhey daant rahe ho???" she asked being completely shocked but soon her shock turned into her sobs as she started complaining about her husband to her sleeping baby inside. "Dekha baby.. apkey papa abhi se mujhse bore ho gaye hai.. aur daant bhi rahe hai.. aap jaldi se aa jao apke mumma ko bachane.. warna apke mumma ka kya hoga, bolo.. wohh toh bilkul akeli ho gayee, na iss.. iss.. umm.. haan.. iss evil duniya mein.." she sobbed n sobbed while enjoying her melodrama secretly in her heart..

"oye nautanki.. chup.." unable to suppress anymore, he finally smiled exposing his both dimples.

"dekha... abhi apkey papa mujhey bolne bhi nhi de rahe.." she crunched her eyes nd continued her drama.

"riddhuuu.. just shut up okk?? Or else I'll shut u up in my own way.." armaan threatened smiling devilishly nd at once she hushed knowing very well wat his way' is..

"good gal.." he patted her left cheek lightly while she just pouted in return.

"baby.. don't pout much,ok? or else u knw, na.." his trademark smirk was back on its fav place while all she did was just roll her eyes disbelievingly and sat there with a humph while crossing her hands across her chest making his smile wider at her cute antics.. but though he was already completely melted by his wifey's mid night craziness, he couldn't help but showed pity for himself as well.."kya musibaat hai yaar.. biwi pregnant na huyi mano meri life ki band baj gayi hai.. khair.. aab biwi ko dukhi toh nhi kar sakta, na.. aur khas kar ke iss halat mein toh bilkul bhi nhi.. chal beta armaan.. sona chod aur game khelne baith.." controlling his yawn just on time, he literally dragged his legs to the shelf near their LCD..

"kaunsa wala riddhuu??" he asked raising a few CDs in his hands.. but in return she just kept a finger over her lips nd gestured through her eyes..

"arrey aab bolo bhi.. mujhey kuch samajh nhi aa raha.." he requested helplessly.

"par tumne hi toh kuch bolne se mana kiya tha, na.." she acted innocently while he just rolled his eyes at her mischievousness.

"haan.. par.. par abhi main hi keh raha hoon, na..toh u can speak.. ok?" he said soothingly still doubting his wifey's mental age!! Truly she was 21 during their marriage but now the digits just got reversed.. god knows how he'll be able to handle his both kids!! After all his wife is nothing less than a kid, isn't she??

"okk.. toh fir wohh car racing wali.." she said rubbing her palms enthusiastically while he just came back from his helpless thoughts.

"yeh?? Par u hate ds game, don't u??" he was too confused with her mood swings.

"umm.. yeah.. but abhi mujhey wohi khelni hai.." came her too eager reply.

"ok fine par har gayee toh rona nahi, thik hai??" he put the CD inside the DVD player & set the level to basic.

"main nhi harungi.." she said grinning confidently.

"I knw baby.. but I'm saying about possibilities, u knw.. wat if.." he tried to justify his p.o.v while coming back to their bed with joysticks in his hands.

"arrey no if shif.. main hi jitungi.. dekh liyo.." nd she literally snatched her joystick from his hand and turned towards the screen so greedily like it's not a car racing game but some cookery show showing some mouth watering food recipes..

"okk baba tum hi jitogi.." he sighed seeing her enthusiasm & looked at the screen helplessly. God! plz do something! But as usual his prayers got no approval as neither the current went off nor her excitement subsided miraculously..

"yup.. aur agar main har bhi gayee, na.. toh hum tab tak khelenge jab tak main jeet nhi jati.. yeayy.." she declared chirpily while starting the game.

"wat??" he asked aghast. Noways he could afford dat.. do hell with the victory.. now he'll leave no straw to lose.. he needed to sleep, jeez!

"yup.. now focus or else u'll lose within minutes.." she poked her tongue nd again fixed her gaze back to the LCD.

"Aur jeetna bhi kaun chahta hain..ammy dude.. u are dead.. u're so so soo dead.. chup chap har ja jaldi jaldi or else kal presentation sote huye dena, tu.." he thought and hurriedly joined the game in expectation of losing it but once he started his car, his all thoughts regarding losing n all flew out of the window each time he found how close he is to win the game.. in stead of slowing down he just kpt on increasing his pace as if it's not the animated player but he, himself, took part in f1 track car racing.

"yes yes yes.." came AR's excited noises.. both were too lost to see anything else but their cars.

But before she could cross the victory level, her hands trembled and she moaned feeling a lill pain inside her tummy.. "aahh.."

"nd yieeppiee.. main jeet gaya.." nd with this he threw his joystick over the comforter nd did lill victory dance as usual.

But soon his happiness got wiped away wen his gaze suddenly fell onto his, now, heavily breathing wifey.. "riddhuu.. wat happened??"

"kuch nhi.. I'm fine.." she said in between her long breathings.. but soon her face fell as her eyes met the LCD screen in front.. congratulations player two! You've crossed level one with lead."

Armaan who was still not satisfied with her answer, frowned wen he saw her face all sad & upset next moment.. "kya huya meri baby ko? Itna udas kyun hain mela baccha??" he pampered his big baby knowing only this way he can know wat is in her mind.. is she feeling uneasy? Should he call her physician?

"armaan.." she started weakly..

"yes jaan.." he encouraged while caressing her palms..

"armaan..." again she started but stopped feeling suddenly choked by the revelation.

"haan jaan.." he encouraged once more this time tugging her hair behind her ear nd then caressing her cheek softly..

"armaannn.. baby mujhse nhi tumse zyada pyar karti hai.." nd finally she broke into fits of tears.

"wat??" he shouted feeling completely mad this time.. plz someone push me from my balcony!! He was completely perplexed and shocked hearing her new insecurity but controlled anyway.. "Arrey par.. par achanak se aisa kyun soojh gaya meri princess ko.." he expertly hid his trauma and pampered his baby effortlessly.

"I knw.. dekha nhi jab main jeet ne hi wali thi tabhi meko kick ki baby ne aur fir mera balance kharab ho gaya aur fir.. fir main har gayee... armaaannn... Meko koi pyar ni karta.. koi bhi nhi.. tum bhi ni.. papa bhi ni.. nd now mela baby bhi nhi.." nd again she started crying stupidly.

"arreeyyy.." he felt panicked seeing her this way but wasn't able to find proper words to soothe her mind.

"mujhey kuch ni sunna.." she said stubbornly while continuing her crying session.

"arrey aisa nhi hai, jaanuu.. wohh na.. wohh na.. haan.. wohh na humari princess apni mumma ki winning dekh ke itna zyada excited ho gayi thi ki excitement mein galti se usne tumne kick kar diya.. abhi wohh bachi hai, na.. isi liye ussey nhi soojha ki uski tym se pehle ki yeh victory dance uski mumma ko hara bhi sakti hai.." armaan finally completed his explanation stammering all way along but next wen she looked at him wide eyed he gulped aloud.. oh no no no! plz god! aaj bacha lo! He hoped n hoped not to be caught this time. And his all fear n doubts got evaporated wen next minute her eyes twinkled in happiness while she enquired hopefully.."sachh??"

"mooch.." he nodded enthusiastically.

"toh baby zyada mujhsey matlab apni mumma se pyar karti hai.. hain na??" she asked again smiling widely and at once he nodded smiling genuinely at her innocence.

"eee.. armaan I luv uu.. chalo iss khushi mein mujhey chocolates khilao.." she announced clapping her hands and bombarding upon her poor hubby.

"wat? But riddhuu choco toh khatam ho gayee thi, na, evening mein??" he asked helplessly.

"ohh haan.. thik hai toh mujhey halwa hi khila do.. uski toh sari ingredients hain, na, ghar mein.." she said licking her upper lip.

"noways.. I'm going to slp only.." he protested at once.

"bebuu.. tum mere liye itna nhi kar sakte.." nd here comes her another strong weapon.. be too sweet to resist!

"nahi kar sakta.. na khud soti hai na mujhey sone deti hai.. kya musibat hai yaar!!" he cursed his luck audibly.

"armaan??" she shouted. How dare he? He called her musibat'!!! now mr. hubby mallik you've to pay for ur sin!!

"mar gaya armaan.." he whispered unknowingly but bit his lip at once wen he realized wat he has done absent mindedly.. noways, his wifey will leave him after hearing this.. she can tolerate anything but this! He closed his eyes cursing his bad luck and waited baited breathed for his punishment.

"armaannn!! Tumney firse aisi baat kahi.. fine!! aab toh main pakka kal maike ja rahi hoon.." she said sternly while crossing her arms across her chest clearly showing how offended she is..

"riddhuuu??" he pleaded cutely.

"noo.." she was too offended to notice his cuteness.. isn't she??

"shonaa.." he tried again.

"no chance armaan!" she was damn serious.

"gazar ka halwa bana doon fir bhi nhi??" he said sweetly exposing his all teeth.

"umm.. na.. no.." she stammered clearly being tempted by his offer.

"aur agar halwe ko tumhari fav dry fruits se garnish karoon fir bhi nai??" he continued cutely knowing very well his offer is showing its effect secretly and next moment he smiled wide as his lill stubborn wife, now quite tempted by his offer, finally asked pouting cutely.."tum mujhey bribe kar rahe ho??"

"kya tum bribed ho rahi ho??" he just back fired her question while biting his lower lip quite hard in control of holding his not stoppable grin.

"umm.. pata nai.. shayad thoda sa.." she said uncertainly.

"oh ho.. toh iss pata ni ka faida uthate hai.. wat say??" he suggested innocently actually enjoying their stupidity and at once got down from their bed to go to their kitchen.

"armaann.. main bhi aati hoon.." she called from behind but he just ignored her words n kpt on walking.. "nahi jaan.. u rest.. main abhi aya.."

"par main bore ho jayungi, na.." came her spoiled voice nd at once he smiled at her crazy wifey.. "okk baba.. aa jao.. par dhyan se.."

"okk.." she agreed nd carefully went to their kitchen and sat comfortably on one dining chair.. but suddenly she announced.. "mujhey nhi khani armaan.."

"areey.. par abhi toh khani thi.." he at once looked at her direction while adding the milk to now properly dried grated carrots.

"haan khani toh thi.. matlab hai.. par.. par tum bahot tired ho, na baby.. mujhey ni khani aab.." she declared stubbornly.

"nahi baba.. main toh avayien nakhre dikha raha tha.. dekho main toh bilkul fit n fine hoon.." he said showing his biceps proudly.

"tumhe toh thik se jhoot bhi bolna nhi ata.." she declared sighing.

"huh.. kisne kaha.. roz toh bolta hoon aur tume aaj tak pata bhi ni chala.." he said callously while stirring the ingredients.

"kya matlab?" she was at once all alerted & doubtful.

"areey main roz nhi kehta ki jaan.. aaj tum bahot khubsurat lag rahi ho.." he continued his casual avatar.

"oh.." she said absent mindedly but wen his words actually hit her brain, she yelled feeling completely betrayed.. "kyaa???"

"hahahaha... kyun nhi pakad payee na aaj tak.." he said laughing his heart out.

"aarrggg.. I hate u armaan.." she declared crunching her eyes murderously.

"but I luv u riddhuu.. aur yeh na.. yeh na.. jhoot.. bilkul bhi nhi hai.." nd he kpt on laughing n laughing making her furious & embarrassed with each passing second.

"aarrggg..." all she did was curse her luck for getting such a naughty husband while he just focused on his cooking cheerfully finally feeling all freshen up & enthusiastic..

_________________THE END_______________

phew!! finally i completed this crazy story..😃😃

hope the ending is acceptable as well..😳

t.c everyone..

luv,

sargam

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