AR OS and drabble gallery: New SS-THE CURSE : PART 2 UPDATED-PMs LATER - Page 32

Beautiful part. Finally AR are married. Please continue soon

Amazing ss !
Loved all parts <3
Armaan and riddhima's feelings are described very beautifully :)
Armaan was able to understand dat ridz wants to fulfill her responsibility and sacrifice her desires !
Sid was just concerned about his feelings and failed to understand the pain in riddhima was going through ...
Finally the outburst by riddhima when she got drunk ...
She confessed all her feelings in front of everyone ...
Armaan was done every thing for every one but no one cares for his feelings ...
Armaan was really in pain when he got to know that she tried to commit suicide !
Finally shanky and padma realised their mistakes..
Riddhima was trying to keep herself away from armaan for his reputation n society as she is a divorcee !
Finally armaan was able to make her understand that he does not care about any1 or society ...
AR getting married ...wow !
Armaan again coming from window for our riddhima :)
AR romance was superb ...
Finally AR married <3
Gang troubling armaan alot :p

Waiting eagerly for next part !

Update soon !!

Thnxx for pm :))

amazing update really emotional bhi tha or cute bhi next update ka wait karungi next jaldi dena thanks for pm

Originally posted by: arima_mallik

Heyy thanks a ton for all the appreciation. It was my dream part... AR's marriage so it was definitely very very close to ma heart. I hope I could do some justice . And yes I'll try to update next part soon :) :*

loved this art

It was beautiful, mind blowing and so emotional

aww this ss is turning best day by day
I my loving it as it's progressing
ar love is so eternal no pure
so wedding preparation start
hehehe it's so cute when armaan literally beg ridhz that he will come to meet her
but when he didn't apear ridhz get so scared that he didn't even arrived beautiful scene how armaan handle her
the way you show all the rituals in a really adorable n cute way
hayye finally armaan ridhz ki shaadi ho gyi
seriously I loved it
specially on a very special day in which dmg ends 29 oct
Oh ho so armaan is late on the wedding day
everyone is so scared n specially ridhz

I loved how cutely armaan answer ridhz on phone n calms ridhz

aww finally he arrive n hug her the first thing entering the house
every moment n emotions r beautiful shown in the part
awe ridhz started crying on the door
all the ritual r so cute n fun I love reading it

PART 6

Riddhima saw his reflection in the frame and turned around. 3 years... almost 12-14 hours of every day; they saw each other. Maybe a bunk for few months... but that couldn't rust their feelings. Still; today as she stood in front of him; alone in his room everything else faded. Nervousness seeped in; the air around seemed different. He approached her she stood fiddling with her fingers but turned around trying to get away as he stepped closer. Armaan held her wrist stopping her by the window and she gasped; "Armaan... please mera haath chodo!"
Armaan shook his head having a wide smile on his face. He bent over her ear and whispered against her earlobe; "Basket kam se kam aaj ke din kuch aur line sochke rakhti!" She smiled at his words and stood still as he left her hand. Involuntarily a gasp escaped her mouth as he slid his arms across her waist hugging her from behind. His chin rested over her shoulder blade and she enveloped his arms that rested on her tummy. This feel was ethereal. Watching the quiet night and twinkling stars; the dark sky and soothing winds; resting calmly in his arms!
Riddhima twisted her neck a bit as she sensed him smile; "Kya hua... tum aise muskura kyun rahe ho?"
Armaan looked down at her as his dimple turned deeper; "It's so strange; mere hi ghar mein, mere hi kamre mein khada hu roj ki tarah; par aaj sab alag lag raha hai. Tum yaha mere saath khadi ho toh sab badal gaya hai; ye kamra mera nahi humara ban gaya hai; ye pal mera nahi hum dono ka ho gaya hai. Ye personal space; jo humesha se mujhe sirf apne liye chahiye hoti thi aajse use baatne ke liye tum aa gayi ho; aur ab ye pehle se bhi jyaada apni lagne lagi hai!"
Riddhima did not feel the need to reply she simply held him tighter as he expressed so much within just a few words. Suddenly his grip loosened and his tone turned a bit serious; "Riddhima... kuch dena tha tumhe..."
Riddhima watched him quietly as he pulled some package out of a drawer; "Riddhima ye... greeting... Sid ne bheja hai!" Her smile was wiped off in an instant and she looked up at him as he continued; "I called him last night; jaate waqt bhi usse baat nahi kar paaya tha theek se. Usne mujhse kaha tha ki hum dono ise saath mein khole."

Without any further exchange of words the greeting was opened and the cover page itself said it all.

The message inside stated how perfect they looked together and how he always wished all the happiness for both of them. Though Armaan had tried to invite him but once that he excused of his work Armaan did not insist. He knew that the guy needed some time and so he let him be.
"Sid vakai ek bohot acha ladka hai. I wish ki usko uska saccha pyaar jaldi hi mile..."

Riddhima smiled and nodded at him. Armaan could clearly see her discomfort so he held her hand; "Basket I know tumne bhi use humesha ek acha dost jaroor samjha hai and I understand what he meant to you. Is liye tumhe itna uncomfortable hone ki koi jaroorat nahi hai. Main sirf kehne ke liye nahi keh raha I mean it; Sid mere liye mere sabse ache doston mein se ek raha hai. Aur kal agar vo kabhi tumse baat karna chahe ya milna chahe toh main jaroor chahunga ki tum usse milo!"
Riddhima looked at him bewildered;
"Haan Riddhima; kyunki peechle kuch waqt mein I have known this ki hum pehle hi ek dusre ke ho chuke hai. Hum jitney hi dur chale bhi jaaye par alag nahi ho sakte. Is liye agar Sid ek dost ki tarah vapas laut aaye toh mujhe khushi hi hogi; aur main yahi chahunga ki tumhe bhi apna khoya dost vapas mile. Use kabhi bhi tumse is liye dur nahi rakhna chaha maine Basket ki tumhe khone ka dar tha; par main jaanta tha ki tum use dost se badhkar aur kuch maanti nahi... na maan paaogi is liye bas us uljhan se nikalna chahta tha tumhe. Sid se kabhi mujhe koi problem nahi thi...!"

Riddhima simply was left with nothing to say. She knew Armaan; he wasn't that over possessive blame game kind of guy. He trusted her more than she ever trusted him and she was ashamed of this fact but that was the truth. She had many a times blamed him for various situations without even trying to get to the roots but he had always trusted her blindly. She made a silent promise to herself that she will trust him with all her heart now onwards ; not because he did so but because he deserved to! Seeing her lost in her own thoughts he caressed her arm; "Basket... kaha kho gayi? Aren't you feeling heavy? Itni saari jewellery pehenne ki aadat bhi nahi hai tumhe; why don't you give yourself a break!"

She settled in front of the mirror and undid her dupatta off her head. How unfair she had been to him all throughout. Here he was still ready to let her be friends with Sid and she on the other hand had insulted his love. Only to fulfil her principles; duties as a wife; just because Sid had asked to stay away she had rejected Armaan's love downright. She had let Sid close to her even when she had already committed her soul to Armaan. As she remembered the night when Sid had hugged her; got a bit too close for comfort she felt disgusted of herself. Though they did not cross any line; but how had she let her self-respect at stake. Armaan oblivious to her thoughts kneeled besides her and helped her remove the neck piece which she was fighting with for a while now. His fingers brushed her skin and she shivered; as she saw their reflection in the mirror she questioned herself. How could she ever face herself if she had let Sid cross that line only being a dutiful wife. Could she ever feel even anywhere close to what she felt as Armaan touched her; the way that she felt now as he caressed her with love. How was she going to live her life with Sid, had she not confessed all that in her drunk state! She had made such a fool out of herself all the while that she tried keeping up with the marriage.
Armaan noticed her staring at him through the mirror lost in her thoughts. As she was now free of her heavy jewels and her hair untied flying freely; he held her from behind placing his chin on her shoulder. But she was still lost. He had no clue on what lines she was busy thinking; but as she was so keenly staring at him his eyes sparked with mischief; and he whispered over her earlobe nuzzling it purposely "Basket I know humari shaadi ho gayi hai; but don't you think that it's really been long that you are checking me out!"
She diverted her eyes as his words brought her out of her thoughts and he chuckled at her. Placing a lingering kiss over her nape he had just let his lips brush against her neck when he heard a muffled cry and instantly looked up through the mirror. His touch had not only created havoc in her but also rasied her guilt. Armaan on the other hand oblivious to her state of mind instantly loosened his hold.

"Riddhima? Kya hua... ro kyu rahi ho?" He withdrew his hand off her waist immediately "Did I do something wrong... I..."
Riddhima instantly shook her head and held his hand turning around. "Nahi Armaan... aisa nahi hai."
"Toh fir kya hua tumhe?" He held her arms and made her stand up since her sobs only increased as he questioned. Armaan cupped her cheeks "Hey... dekho meri taraf. Batao mujhe kya hua... aise kyun ro rahi ho tum?"

She held his hand but couldn't look up into his eyes as she finally spoke up; "Armaan tum sahi the. Main apni shaadi ko bachane ke chakkar mein; apne farj nibhane ke liye pata nahi khud ke aatma samman ko kaise bhul gayi! Pata nahi kya soch rahi thi; ape hi dil ko roj sambhal rahi thi. Isne humesha sirf tumhe chaha; tumhe hi sare haq diye par sab kuch andekha karke bas us rishte ko sambhalne ki koshish kar rahi thi!"
Armaan looked quizzical but did not interrupt her as she looked quite shattered already. Something... some thought that was eating her up was about to be spilled and he waited for her. She looked up at him with her eyes full of guilt and pain. The words were uttered slowly but she somehow managed to express her guilt how she had died that night when Sid had touched her. She apologized to him as her heart had always only allowed her Armaan's touch; but she had let her heart die that day when she let Sid hug her so close. How she needed Armaan that night; how she craved to talk to him and had also connected the call; but somehow she couldn't bring herself to talk to him.
Armaan remembered her phone call that night and that only infuriated him further more. He knew it wasn't Sid's fault; neither was it her intentional deed. Siddhant loved her and Riddhima had just been trying to let him(Sid) have his rights though she couldn't let him close to her for more than those 5 most painful minutes of her life. Her heart; her conscience had stopped her at right time. But only Armaan could understand what pain she must have gone through as she let all her self respect, wishes, will and everything at stake just so as to be a dutiful wife. To come to think of it; it was just an intimate hug; a mere brush against her skin; but for her it was her approval that she had let someone else touch her killing her soul and he absolutely understood her state. But at the same time he hated her to let herself into such a situation and go through all the pain.

As she stood crying her heart out at her he grabbed her arms pulling her up swiftly; "Enough already ... Kyu Riddhima... kyun kiya tumne khud ke saath aisa?" His eyes poured fire and she understood it wasn't out of jealousy or some narrow thoughts but because of the pain that she let herself through.
"Mujhse toh din raat jhagadti rehti ho; meri kisi baat ke liye mana karne se pehle do baar sochti bhi nahi; har choti baat pe behes karti ho mujhse... jab mujhse aise jhagad sakti ho toh khud ke liye kyu nahi lad payi? I know; Panchgani main jo hua uska jimmedar kahi na kahi main bhi hu; us waqt tumhe akela nahi choda hota toh shayad usne... vo sab nahi hota aur na tumhe shaadi ke liye majboor hona padta. Par Riddhima ye shaadi... Jisse bachne ke liye khudki zindagi khatam karne chali thi tum toh uske bajai ek baar Sid se baat karne ki himmat nahi kar sakti thi? Usse ek baar keh nahi sakti thi ki tum ye rishta nahi chahti. Is waqt jaise mujhe bata rahi ho; nahi bata sakti thi use ki tumhara dil nahi ijjajat deta use tumhe chune ki? Kyun khudko baand rakha tha; itna majboor kar liya tha; kyun har din ek maut mar rahi thi tum?"

"Yahi toh fark hai Armaan; ye tum ho! Tumse main sab kuch share kar sakti hu; kuch kehne se pehle jyaada sochna nahi padta mujhe kyunki main jaanti hu tum samajhoge... sambhal loge. Par Sid... uspe maine vo haq kabhi samjha hi nahi Armaan. Tum pe jis tarah haq se ghussa kar sakti hu; naraj ho sakti hu vaise kisi aur ke saath nahi mehsoos kar sakti Armaan. Tumhe toh shayad kabhi kabhi for granted bhi le liya hai maine; kyunki jaanti hu ki agar tumpe apna poora haq samjhti hu toh tumhe bhi khud par poora haq deti hu! Aur us waqt maine sirf khud ko rok rakha tha kyunki usse meri shaadi hui thi; vo mera pati tha lekin... "

Armaan cupped her face once again and whispered softly; "Aur isi liye call kiya tha us raat tumne mujhe; toh fir baat kyun nahi ki Riddhima? Ek baar mujhe sirf awaaz lagayi hoti; tumhare paas nahi tha toh kya... tumhara dard toh padh hi leta na Basket. Aur kuch nahi toh tumse baat karke tumhari bechaini hi dur kar deta." Wiping her tears he engulfed her in a warm hug caressing her head with love. Continuous tears washed all her pain and guilt and she hid herself in his arms letting her heart lighten.
"Bas karo Basket... aise rote nahi. Please chup ho jao..."
he tried to detangle but she held him tighter; "Armaan please; I know you hate it when I cry. Par please; mujhe kuch der aise hi rehne do..." She just arched her neck and looked up into his eyes so that he read the unsaid clearly. No words were needed anymore. He planted a soft kiss over her forehead and nodded his head letting her be. Sweet nothings and his soft whispers helped her calm. The pain had subsided and slowly love was filling up the air around as he planted lingering kisses over her neck amidst the sweet consoling session.
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Armaan rested against the pillow settling her in his lap. She sat sideways letting her legs dangle down the bed from one side and she handed her palms over to him to search for his name. It had been quite a long while since he had started searching. Though the letter was purposely hidden within the design so that he couldn't easily find it; but she did not expect that he would take so long. It wasn't some rocket science but then it also was daily that you got to see that look on Armaan's face as he simply couldn't win.
"Tch tch tch... kya Armaan tum ek chota sa "A" bhi nahi dhund sakte meri mehendi mein! You are being such a spoilsport."

"Acha... par tum toh bada enjoy kar rahi ho ki main dhund nahi paa raha apna naam."

"Nahi toh; main kaha enjoy kar rahi hu main toh... bohot jyaada enjoy kar rahi hu!!" Riddhima started giggling at his face as he looked totally defeated. She was totally enjoying it for a while but after a few minutes as he simply couldn't succeed she too turned impatient. She pulled her hand out of his hold; "Uff Armaan rehne do tum; mujhe nahi lagta tum aaj ke din mein kuch dhund paaoge..."

Armaan rolled his tongue in his cheek seeing her pout but held her back. She gasped as he traced her arm slowly and let his finger trace a circle at a corner of her palm; she was too lost in his eyes so he whispered gently over her lips "Basket... ye kuch kuch A jaisa nahi lag raha?"
Her eyes diverted down where he was busy circling with his eyes still stuck over her face. Wide eyes and a complete O shape mouth; she looked so cute at the moment. He planted a soft kiss over her cheek chuckling.
"Iska matlab you knew it... bas aise hi tang kar rahe the na mujhe?"

"Par ismein tang kyu ho rahi thi tum?"

"Kyu matlab... I was waiting for you to find out na. Varna mujhe kitni saari baatein karni hai tumse; itni mushkil se saath mein time spend karne ka mauka mila hai; kitna kuch batana hai aur..."

"Aur kya Basket?..." A purposeful nudge turned her cherry red and she quickly masked it hiding in his arms.

"Armaan..."
"Hmm?"
"Mujhe batao... Panchgani mein toh main nahi thi tumhare saath; toh vaha pe tumne kitni ladkiyon ko pataya? Sach sach batana!"

Armaan couldn't miss her expressions as she questioned so he pulled her out of his hold. Just as expected she had a big frown and a pout; "Sach batau toh... wait a minute."
Bringing forth his hands he started his list; "Well...12^th was Sameera; fir haan... aur vo kaun thi... haan Jiya... 14... and..." Murder written over her face she sat staring at him wide mouth; as he mentally counted the number of girls he tried to hit on. If that wasn't enough he even remembered their names which he was shamelessly busy remembering having his wife in his arms on their very first night! The guy wasn't going to see another morning of his life for sure.

Before he reached onto his 15^th girl on the list he was pulled down harshly through his collar; "Dr.Armaan Mallik... tumne sharam haya lihaaj in saare cheejon ke baarein mein suna bhi hai kabhi?"

"Umm arey haan... well that reminds me of Sharma... Ria Sharma... use kaise bhul gaya! Vo toh..."

That was it. She gripped his collar tighter; eyes narrowed in anger she warned with her gritted teeth; "Agar iske baad ek aur ladki ka naam bhi tumne liya na toh..."

"Toh?" He counter challenged...

"Toh main..."

Swiftly she was pulled so close that she could feel his breath right over her lips;
"Haan Basket... toh tum kya... bolo?"

The proximity melting her but she did not give up;
"Toh main... main tumhe... main..." Bleating like a goat she fished for words rather a warning but lost her senses and vocal cords as he covered all the distances between and pecked her off guard. All her retorts, anger, jealousy, everything dissolved then and there. She just sat batting her eyelashes as he smirked; trying to digest what had happened. Slowly as her mind registered she shut her eyes feeling a strong churn in her stomach at the way he looked at her. Defeated; she turned her face but he cupped her cheek making her face him. Smouldering eyes captivated her innocent orbs in a deep eye-lock and she lost the battle completely. Tinge red cheeks and quivery lips made way for a shy smile and she dropped her gaze. Caressing her rosy cheek he raised her chin bringing it in an angle and looked in her eyes for permission. Her eyes shut slowly; shivering lips opened a little and her hand gripped his kurta firm in anticipation. He smiled at her cue and gently holding her nape placed his lips over hers.

Big plump lips gently caressed her soft rosy lips. Shivers running deep down their spines as finally their lips mingled. All love poured into the kiss; his hand caressing her scalp having her hands holding onto his collar for support. Equal reciprocation added onto his passion turning the kiss deeper and intense.

Lack of oxygen that she felt forced him pull away but their foreheads still in touch. Riddhima's eyes remained closed while Armaan was completely busy watching her flushed face. Nuzzling noses; sharp intakes of breath and goosebumps all over the skin they sat relaxed in each other's embrace.
"I shall never ever let us apart Basket... Aaj tak kai vaadein kiye hai maine tumse; par aaj tumhare pati ke taur pe ye pehla vaada hai jo humesha nibhaunga. Jis tarah humare pyaar ke liye ladte aaye hai; usi tarah chahe jo haalat aa jaye, jo bhi majburi ho par fir bhi tumhe kabhi khudse alag nahi hone dunga Riddhima. Chahe uske liye mujhe kuch bhi kyu na karna pad jaaye!"

"Bas ye vaada poora kar paaye na Armaan; toh I wouldn't need anything else from life ever!" Riddhima cupped his cheek staring deep.
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Things were settling. Slowly coming out of past brunt they were taking the essence of new life, new happiness.
"Acha come I need to show you something... ye raha tumhara gift... our wedding night gift!"
Perplexed at the keys handed over she raised her brow; "Ye kya hai Armaan?"

"Tumhara ek sapna which I have tried to fulfil to some extent"

Still confused at his gesture and as to what the key belonged to; Riddhima kept staring at the key blankly. "Basket... tum chahti thi na ki humara ek pyaara sa ghar ho aur uske saamne ek bada sa lawn with picket fence. Ye kaafi hadh tak us type ka ghar hai jo tumne chaha tha humara ho aur... that doggy thing to make it a perfect fairytale types house; vo bhi maine dekh rakha hai. Kal subah hote hi Mr.Snuffy will be at our door step."

Bowled over by the sudden surprise gift as huge and unpredictable she just sat mum for a minute. Armaan smiled at her priceless face at the moment; something he had been waiting to watch. "Tumne sach mein... ye sab... I mean..."

"Of course Basket, YOU had asked for it and there's no reason I wouldn't!!"

"Armaaan tum... paagal ho poore, aur ye Snuffy... tumhe toh dogs se koi lagaav nahi hai fir... "

"Basket I am sure vo humare ghar mein eklauta toh nahi hoga jispe humari rai ya pasand-napasand nahi milti. Hum toh vaise hi saari cheejon mein opposite thoughts rakhte hai so forget it. Toh... how did you like the surprise?"

Riddhima gave him a meaningful look knowing her face had already answered him. Surprise clearly visible on her face, but the glint missing from her eyes. "Armaan... iska matlab ab hum yaha shift ho jaayenge? I mean; hum is ghar mein nahi rhenge?"

Something amiss he noticed and caressed her back slowly; "Kyu tum nahi shift hona chahti? Agar tumhe nahi pasand aaya toh..."

Riddhima shook her head quickly holding his hand; "Nahi... aisa nahi hai. I genuinely loved the surprise Armaan. Tumne ye sab karke meri kahi hui ek choti si baat ko; ek sapne ko sach mein badal diya and trust me I really loved it... par..."

"Par kya...?"

"Armaan darasal I know what I had asked for, par vo toh bas ek aise hi baat keh di thi maine. Matlab like for instance hum keh dete hai na kabhi kabhi dekh ke kuch ki aage jakar main bhi aisi gaadi kharidungi ya koi aisa ghar khareedungi something like that... a small silly dream of mine. Though main ye bhul gayi thi us waqt ki tum kabhi meri baton ko adhura rehne hi nahi dete... i forgot that however small or hugeee, needful or silly, but u never let my wishes fall. Par baat filhal bas ye hai ki; jab se tumse mili hu na... jab kabhi bhi is ghar mein aayi hu, tumhare kamre mein aayi hu. Har waqt ek khayal aaya hai dil mein, ek intezaar ki kisi din isi chat ke neeche, in deewaron mein main khadi hongi tumhare saath, tumhari bankar! Jab tumne pehli baar mujhe in diwaaron par ye saari tasveerein sajai hui dikhai thi, Abhi ke saath hui ladai ke baad kuch lamhe yaha jo bitaye the. Kuch majak masti, kabhi kisi ladai k vajah se, kabhi koi surprise dene... jab bhi aayi hu bohot yaadein jodi hai maine is jagah se. Vaise toh vo ghar bhi bilkul aisa hi hoga, vaha bhi ye tasveerein lagai ja sakti hai, pa shayad jo pal yaha beetaye hai vo vapas vaha nahi paa sakti. Is liye main chahti thi agar..."

"Basket..." He raised her chin a little surprised at her words; "Sach kahu toh aise kafi sapne maine bhi dekhe the; nahi janta tha ki tum bhi ye khwab boon rahi ho tabse. Aur mujhe bilkul boora nahi lagega if we stay back; hum yahi ru..."

Riddhima placed her hand over his chest facing him and he automatically stopped. "Nahi... main jaanti hu ki us ghar ko bhi tumne kaafi sapno se tayyar kiya hoga. Mere maange hue sapne ke saath tumne bhi apni kafi saari ummedein jodi hongi. Hum ek kaam karenge... ye pehla hafta hum yahi beeta lete hai. Poorani baatein; poorani yaadein vapas jod lete hai. Fir hum is naye ghar mein shift ho jayenge. Mana vaha porani yaadein nahi hongi; toh nayi yaadein bana lenge. Aur agar vapas lautna hi hua, toh yaha aa jayenge jab man kare... hai na?"
That was an absolute solution and he totally loved it. He nodded his head with a dimpled smile and placed a lingering kiss over her forehead.
"Vaise tumhare sapne sirf mere ghar mein... mere kamre mein aane tak hi limited the ya uske aage bhi kuch hota tha... you know? Umm..."
He purposely left the sentence hanging to receive a hard smack against his chest and she turned her face blushing hard. "And by the way mera gift pending raha, as I didn't know tum sach mein ye sab follow karoge and you'll gift me something so tumhara gift mein tumhe baad mein dungi!"

"Hmm...vaise aapko ek baat bata du Mrs. Basket Armaan Mallik ki ye sab toh..."
He stopped as something flickered in her eyes; she shot him a surprised look and kept staring at him lost. Her name; the one given by him sounded so good from his mouth. Even better when attached with his own name.
"Kya hua... aise kya dekh rahi ho?"

"Firse bolo..."

"Huh? Kya bolu?..."
He looked at her perplexed but soon realized what had caught her attention.

"Acha vo... you should get used it now, Mrs. Basket Mallik kyunki..."
She hugged him tight surpsrising him a bit; but instantly he chuckled at her antics and hugged her back.
"Ey lo... ek waqt tha jab tumhe Basket bulane pe tum mujhse jhagadti thi; aur aaj dekho mujhse..."
His smiled was wiped off as he could feel something wet over his shoulder and he sighed deep. Automatically his hand moved up and caressed her head as she let out a sob; she fisted his sherwani tighter instead of stopping her tears as he rubbed her back trying to shush her;
"Shh... bas na yaar Basket. Itne din se ro rahi thi vo kaafi nahi tha tumhare liye? Ab aise ek baat pe kab tak roti rahogi tum... You promised me you won't cry!!"

"Haan Armaan I know... but I... I am sorry...I just..."

"You just what Riddhima?"

She moved out of the hug and cupping his face placed kisses all over his face affectionately still with a tear stained face.
Bringing her out of his hold he wiped her tears and cupped her cheek;
"Shh... bas mujhe aur kuch sunna hi nahi hai; tum bas abhi isi waqt rona band karo! Aur dekho ab bohot hua tumhe ab meri baatein maanni padegi!"

She looked up at him with a huge frown and a cute pout forgetting her tears for a while;
"Acha... vo kyu?"

"Vo kyu ka kya matlab? Pati hu main tumhara... have some respect!"

She wiped her cheeks; her mind completely diverted by his pointless arguement;
"Huh... pati ho toh kya; maharaja toh nahi ho na kahi ke.
"Meri baatein maanni padengi" she mimicked him making a face. Tum mere pati ho ya jo bhi ho main vohi karungi jo mujhe sahi lagta hai!

"Yaar that's not fair; tumhe toh main kabhi bhi sahi nahi lagta"

"Exactly my point Mr.Patidev!!"
She pinched his cheek as he complained in a cute tone.

"Tum na ruko jara... bohot jyaada bhaav khane lagi ho aaj kal. Par koi nahi; I have complete license ab toh; saaab theek kar dunga jaldi hi!"

"Really now?"
She shot a glance but regretted t immediately as he pulled her close with an evident smirk striking on his face; "Try me!! Pata chal jaayega..."

Her lips sealed with a shy smile catching the notorious glint of his eyes. Moments...minutes... hours and hours passed away but the two seemed oblivious to everything. They cared least that the beautiful night was slipping away and they were losing their FIRST NIGHT just drowned in their senseless, endless, pointless talks, fights, banters, some sweet confessions, cuddles and teasings. They only knew that now they were with each other FINALLY, and just wanted to make the most of it. To claim each other; the rest of the life was theirs; but this time here; just in each other's arms having these priceless moments by sharing these tiny-winy things; indulging into the reminisce their hearts felt light.

"Aur sabse majedar baat pata hai kya thi ki vaha pe..."
Her words disappeared mid way as his calm, tension-free face, came in her view. All the while that she had been busy with her blabbering; she failed to realize that the soothing caresses of her hand against his head had slowly taken him into his sweet dreamland already. She was amazed as with both the lamps still on he was fast asleep; but then sighed understanding that the guy had been on his toes since past few days. He must have been tired as hell but did not bother mentioning. So shutting the lamps she slid down next to him. As she planted a small goodnight kiss over his foehead she could see his lips instantly turn into a sweet smile. For a minute she frowned thinking that he was wide awake; but his shallow breath worked in his defense.

The chords of her heart felt a pull observing him fast asleep contented just by her single touch. A bout of jitters stirred her as his arm snaked against her waist instantly as she rested her head against his chest. These uncountable times that he had hugged her earlier; but she just couldn't pin point as to why it felt so different today. Not that his touch did not create havoc in her earlier; but today it just rose a level up maybe. And just as she tried to calm her poor heart out of that seizure Mr.Mallik deep drowned in his sleep; absolutely unaware of her state, nuzzled her nose whispered in his sexilicious groggy voice taking away her ability to think straight;
"Good night Basket."
Shutting her eyes tight she let the situation seep in and adjusting herself slowly in his hold to soon join him in his dreamland.
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Oh My God!