AR OS and drabble gallery: New SS-THE CURSE : PART 2 UPDATED-PMs LATER - Page 78

Hey dear

finally a happy ending
ye ridhz bhi na seedhe tarike se nah manti
bechare armaan kitne efforts or tricks karta h tab manti h
awesome beautiful ending
loved how much efforts armaan put
loved all the ar moments their nokjhok everything
awesome work done by you everything os shown so beautifully that reading it is so so so so so enjoyable n fun

Each and every part of the story was very well written..

Amazing end . Totally loved it. Please do write more

Blossoming Love!!

NOTE: The OS may contain some 16+ stuff so read at your own risk at your own discretion.

Love was something she never understood and "marriage" to say the least... was one word she always hated. What was so great about it anyways? Especially for a girl, she would leave her house, her surname, her lifestyle, everything and adapt to his liking. She had seen all her girl friends, who had gotten married and turned into a completely different person, and she so did not wish to do that to herself.
But to her luck the very first sight of her and he had fallen in love. He did not believe in love either, but when her dreams wouldn't stop, nothing seemed interesting than thinking about her, no other girl looked as pretty, and when no single task was getting done without thinking of her he knew she was the girl and he wanted her for at least a lifetime. That's when the proposal was put forth on his behalf and their fathers being long lost friends, there was no escape for her. Arguing once again was a waste of time she knew, cuz some day she had to get married and there was something about the way he looked at her while they were at her place with the proposal. Something inevitable, as if he owned ... her!!
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Like every other bride, she sat in his room on the wedding night awaiting him. All the teasing and essential talks with her cousins made her feel weird instead of being nervous, but then the knob turned and he entered. Suddenly as if there was no air left in the room, she turned extremely nervous. And to add to it the drop dead killer smile he passed made her heart jittery for unknown reasons, his eyes held something she couldn't read but she so desperately wanted to! Armaan Mallik, her husband stood leaning against the door looking at her as if she was something out of the world which he had never seen, and surprisingly she did not feel anything wrong or weird about it.
With every step that he took towards her, her heart beat increased. All the instructions her friends and cousins were busy giving, everything that he would be expecting, all those thousand thoughts starting running in her mind and she went blank. What would she do if he made any advance, she wasn't ready for anything yet.
"Would he listen to me? Well... Why would he? So then what do I do?... Par vo jabardasti toh nahi kar sakte... Lekin shaadi toh hui hai, agar maine kuch kaha aur ye ghussa ho gaye toh? Lekin I can't----- ughh"
She gasped as she realized he was standing right in front, so close that she could sense his breath fanning her cheek. The terror on her face made him change his mind, he was anyways just planning to place a kiss on her forehead. But he figured she might get a mini heart attack so he stopped. Instead he simply tucked her hair behind her ear and let his knuckles graze her soft cheek. Unaware of what to react, her fingers simply clutched the lehenga in a strong grip in order to stop herself from doing anything stupid;
"Riddhima Armaan Mallik... "
He uttered her name in a slow husky voice and for some reason it sent shivers down her spine.
"I like that name, suits you!!"
Noticing her death grip against her lehenga he thought of easing it up a bit and stepped back;
"Left or right?"

"Huh?"

"Tum kaunse side pe sona prefer karti ho... left ya right?"

"Ri... Right."
He chuckled at her nervous voice and walked to the bed shaking his head. Pulling his jacket off he placed it on the couch and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his kurta and then laid down on the left side casually;
"Go change, I am not going to bite you, don't worry."
She relaxed a bit at his words making him smile;
"Please freshen up soon and sleep... Good night."
That was all and he was off to sleep. For a few more minutes she stood rooted to the spot, and the as she saw him fast asleep she smiled thinking of their "first night". Everyone around had almost freaked her out with weird thoughts, his expectations and this and that ... but turns out; maybe he was too tired or maybe he understood?!
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---------~Through the 2 months~---------

The reception, as she had expected, had been a fancy affair which she wasn't much interested in. With all those smiling faces, half of which she hardly remembered, offering them presents, made her glad to see all of them happy for her/him, but when even after an hour or so the process continued she was dead tired. When suddenly out of nowhere she saw a glass of juice directed towards her by her husband. He had simply looked at her as if he understood, and maybe he did cuz after all he too went through the same process! But he did not look tired even a bit, in fact he looked quite happy and not to forget as handsome and fresh as he looked when they had left the room. Yes he indeed was the most handsome guy she had ever seen, and his smile just confirmed it for her every time. After that she had finished the juice, she had noticed his hand that had slightly held her waist; which she took a little while to adjust to, but then that support was really needed she figured, as she suddenly felt much better.

They were soon gifted honeymoon package by his parents which he did accept but she clearly remembered the conversation she had with him very well that night. When she sat by the dresser applying moisturizer all set for bed, he had silently walked to her and stood right behind, calmly looking at her through the mirror;
"Do you wanna go?"
She knew he was referring to their honeymoon, to which she simply shrugged with a small smile not having many choices.
"Well then I guess we'll just wait until it turns into a definite yes!"
Her eyes met his through the mirror when he lifted her hand delicately still looking through the mirror;
"You can tell me exactly what you feel, I wouldn't feel offended, in fact I will, if you don't."
With that he had lifted her hand and placed a lingering kiss against her wrist;
"You looked gorgeous today, and as you stood next to me, you made me look much better..."
His thumb delicately grazed the very place he had kissed, making her heart jittery and even before she could comprehend the feeling he walked to his side of bed calling it a night. She was surprised how comfortable he was with her, as if he had known her since forever and that made things easier for her. He would make sure he appreciated her every day in simple words, but she knew he meant all of it. She always received gratitude for everything that she would be doing for him, even if it was just a simple cup of steaming coffee like he preferred on coming back home.

Slowly she was getting accustomed to this new life, new house and him. It did not feel like she was at a new place anymore. While Armaan just couldn't stop admiring her as she did little things for him. Be it serving a cup of coffee, handing him handkerchief that he always forgot, calling him for dinner... he admired her for anything and everything. The way she cutely cringed her nose whenever she couldn't get something done, when she sat nervously if he was around trying to show everything was perfectly normal, and the biggest but cutest regret until now had been the pillow she loved hugging when she slept. If he hadn't fallen in love every day, he was sure he was falling for her every other day in a new way.

Hum.. dil de chuke sanam
Tere ho gaye hai hum..
Teri kasam
Oh ho.. ho
Hum dil de chuke sanam
Tere ho gaye hai hum
Teri kasam
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---------~2 months later~---------

Armaan would sit by her side listening to all her non-stop banter. Riddhima somehow began quiet comfortable in sharing anything and everything with him. He had to know everything that she did for the day, everything that she loved to do these days or the things that she had started hating. She was never a talker, but with him she had recently found her hidden talent. Also it was he who would get her started with all his non sense so she had to snap after all.
They had just spoken to Ananya, his mother, over the phone who had asked them to select one of the fabric designs for their wall cover as they were renovating their room in London. It had been an hour the call had ended but the couple had gotten into a debate as both couldn't settle upon one design;
"Nahi Armaan... ye kaafi common design hai na, aur Dad ko ye jyada pasand nahi aayega."

"But it's going so well with the furniture yaar..."

"No Armaan, aap dekhiye theek se, beige one looks better!"

"Tch Riddhima -----"

"Armaan------"
Their banter continued for another half an hour when suddenly tired of the whole fiasco he dropped the pillow;
"Fine!!!!"
He placed a kiss on her cheek taking her by surprise;
"You win... Go ahead chose whatever you like, I love your choice anyways."
With that he winked at her and switching off his side-lamp laid down turning his back to her as if nothing happened. While she sat still with her hand still against her cheek, looking at his back! His sudden move made her kind of angry, then she felt irritated as he behaved like it was an everyday thing and slept, but then suddenly the anger vanished as she remembered his smile and then her heart filled with some warmth she couldn't decipher.

O.. hum dil de chuke sanam
Tere ho gaye hai hum
Teri kasam
Teri kasam..
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-CONTINUED-

She never liked changes in her life, but now she knew she was changing, her life was changing and surprisingly she did not mind that. Not that; she did not have her own space but anyhow she liked to share it with him lately. While she sat reading her favourite books she simply enjoyed his company even if they weren't talking, she loved to cook food for him especially if they were his favourites, sports seemed interesting lately owing to the bets that they had within two... everything turned better with him. Something was changing, but it was just an addition, a good one, to her own personality is the way she had like to put it. She also had started writing a food blog, which he had suggested considering her culinary skills. That was fun for her and also made her feel independent as she earned through it.

He had been quite busy with his new projects and had been coming home late, but tonight it had been almost midnight when he stepped in. Stepping out of his shoes he headed in unbuttoning his blazer and tie but some noises caught his attention. As he turned to the source he found only television light emitting in the drawing room while she had dozed off right across the couch waiting for him. He settled down next to her admiring her innocence, the thought that she always stayed up no matter how late, until he came back, touched his heart. Especially knowing she did not want to ever get married, or be a typical wife; that's what she always thought and he secretly knew this piece of information from Nikita, her cousin who also happened to be his friend! He had to agree she wasn't the "jo vo kahenge main karungi" types, he almost chuckled at that thought, but yes she did respect him as a person. He was glad how she was accepting all of it slowly all with her heart, and that made him feel really good. He was all busy in his thoughts until the sudden loud music from the tv, broke his trance and also woke her up. They had a quick dinner and hit the bed, well at least she did. He could not believe how his tired brain was always re-energized just by her sight. Tired after a long day she had almost fallen asleep but she noticed him turned towards her staring at her;
"Kya hua? Aise kyu dekh rahe hai?"

"Huh?... nahi bas----- I was thinking about this pillow, what's so special about it jo tumhe iske begair neend nahi aati!?"

"Aapko problem kya hai meri pillow se, humesha peeche pade rehte hai iske?"

She hugged the pillow tighter with a pout as he always objected the pillow for some reason. Smiling at her antics he shifted a little closer and his hand that had been itching to push the strand away from her face moved up to do exactly what it desired. The sudden move surprised her, his hand casually rested against her cheek as he continued staring at her.
"Lose the pillow some day, toh main tumhe samjhau ki mujhe problem kya hai!!"
The mischievous glint in his eyes had already washed her sleep away. She smiled as he bent in and placed a tender kiss against her forehead, he had done that before quite a few times and she found it cute but her breath hitched as he trailed down to her cheek and then with a last kiss teasingly close to her lips he backed away. His hand found hers and intertwining their fingers he placed it against his heart all ready to sleep;
"Good night."

Umeedein..
Tum hi se hai mere sanam
Thaama hai..
Tumhara hi ye daaman

She kept staring at him as he dozed off still holding onto her hand with a slight smile on his lips. Dominant husbands always made her feel sick. But then there were moments like this which made her feel good when he said or did something with complete authority. Like right this moment, as he held her hand casually and slept within minutes as if it was impossible to sleep without holding onto her. Distances were reducing, and something was pulling her to him... strongly! Though confused at her own feelings and reactions to his every little touch, his gaze; she was happy with him is what she was sure of.
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~4 months later~

In the middle of the night he changed his side when his half sleepy eyes caught her sitting up. As he questioned her, she told him it was some dream that had disturbed her and she wasn't feeling good about it. He had consoled asking her to forget it and sleep to which she had nodded and laid down. Sleep took over him within seconds, but she was still awake and tossing. After around an hour his eyes opened a little to check on her only to find her side empty. He sat up wide awake and started calling out but she wasn't anywhere in the room/ balcony or washroom. Prominent lines formed on his forehead and he ran downstairs when he found her sitting on the couch lost in some thoughts while the tv was on but it could not gain her attention! With a sigh of relief he walked down to her;
"Riddhima?"
She startled by his voice but relaxed on seeing him;
"What's the matter with you? Aadhi raat ko yaha aake baithi ho, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Mujhe neend nahi aa rahi."

He rolled his eyes at her and settled down;
"Is it because of that dream?"
She simply turned back to the tv screen and he knew that was exactly the reason. Taking the remote control he switched the tv off;
"Armaan remote deejiye... Don't irritate me"
He had gauged the dream had really disturbed her so he asked politely;
"It was just a dream Riddhima...let it go."
But she did not answer as she was kind of upset as he had snatched the remote so she turned away to the kitchen making him smile. Following her he stood behind her as she started making coffee but he held her hand stopping her;
"Ughhh... kya hai, jao na so jao."
She tried retorting but he held her back as she already wasn't able to sleep and a cup of coffee was definitely going to make it worse. Somehow he got her back to the room and but she still looked quite disturbed so without any warning he pulled her in his arms engulfing her in a warm hug. That, she definitely wasn't expecting but as he rubbed her back it felt really comforting. His touch brought peace and slowly forgetting all the awkwardness she relaxed in his arms while he caressed her head seeing her getting comfortable;
"Riddhima kya hua, talk to me. Acha batao mujhe kya dekha tumne jo itni upset ho?"

"Pata nahi yaad nahi aa raha, but kuch bohot darawna tha. It wasn't a good dream and now I don't feel good."
He simply couldn't stop smiling at her whining self but thinking of her dream he just chuckled so she moved out of his hold and smacked his arm;
"Aap has kar rahe hai? Main itni dar gayi thi---- ek toh kabse yaad karne ki koshish kar rahi hu."

"Oh God Rudo, hasu nahi toh kya karu? What are you? Eight!? It was just a dream, kuch nahi hone wala."

"Armaaan! EK toh don't call me Rudo that isn't even a word and it was really scary ok; don't make fun of me."

"Acha theek hai nahi hasta , par ab so jao it's qu----"

"Maine aapko bohot aawaj lagayi par aap nahi aaye fir mujhe bohot ajeeb laga Armaan, kyunki main aap tak pohoch hi nahi paa rahi thi!"
Armaan went completely mum though his smile turned wide listening to her. Now he knew why she was so perturbed. With a soft touch he caressed her cheek cupping her face;
"Mere hote hue tumhe kaise kuch hone dunga main, aur aisa ho hi nahi sakta ki tum mujhe aawaj lagao aur main nahi aau. Trust me it was definitely just a bad dream, kyunki asal zindagi mein I am always going to be there for you, samjhi!?"
She drowned in his eyes as he answered her in a tender voice. Keeping her gaze locked with his, he slowly laid her down, covering her with the blanket, but the insecurity in her eyes quite much disturbed him too. That fear in her eyes was of not finding him was still there which he couldn't stand and so without giving it a second thought he bent down and let his lips touch hers. Her eyes closed feeling that slight brush of his lips and he moved back thinking she might get offended, but seeing her lost he smiled and caressed her cheek.

Ho.. bhoolenge
Kabhi na ab tumhein hum
Ho.. bhoolenge
Kabhi na ab tumhein hum

His lips once again covered hers and her heart thudded heart against her chest. The feel of his lips gave her a tingling feeling in her stomach, her heart skipped a beat and his hand that was slightly caressing her cheek gave her goosebumps. He stroked and suck her lips gently making her feel light headed as his breath mingled with hers. The gentle strokes made her forget every other thought, but she wasn't unaware of what was happening. The sudden closeness, the touch of his lips, had left her in frenzy, she was surprised to say the least, but she did not wish to stop.
Armaan was himself mind blown by the feel of her soft lips, and her soft breathes, shivering body made him aware of her anticipation too. But just as she moved her lips in response he moved back and took a deep breath putting in all his strength to stop himself. She was utterly disappointed but numbed to react, instead she just smiled still with her eyes closed as she felt his lips against her forehead;
"I hope that helped ease your worries. Just sleep Riddhima... Good night!"
And just like that she had drifted off to sleep as if drugged. It was the first night when she slept without her pillow and she cared less!

O.. Hum
Dil de chuke sanam
Tere ho gaye hai hum
Teri kasam..
Teri kasam..

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~Few weeks later~

The small kiss that night had definitely changed things to an extent. She had been a little awkward about it but he did not let her be. He had been his usual self, teasing and cheering her letting her indirectly know that everything was still the same, and there was nothing to be awkward about. But every other brush, every slight touch of his left her jittery thereafter. But they had been spending a lot of quality time together watching some vernacular movies and dubbing them having a laughter riot, betting over games, playing video games where surprisingly she beat him most of the times cuz he was a little less interested in the game on screen and more so on her expressions. Their day wouldn't end without sharing their everyday's happenings with one another. Then of course there were many rules and complaints too like she HAD TO have breakfast with him, in case she was busy with something he wouldn't either. The last time that had happened he had made her feed him dinner which she did not mind but was definitely surprised by that demand and since then it became a rule about having breakfast together. He was not allowed to have ice cream late night, or more than twice a month. His biggest complaint had been green colour, like he hated it so how could she wear or buy anything of that colour, so what if she looked good even in that weird colour, still NO! And how could he play her favourite video game all alone so what if she was busy with her blog and he had switched it on just for time pass being bored of sitting alone, duh people could always wait!! How could he ever think that chota bheem was more fun than Shinchan, and then how could she think; just because he had many, he should buy something else even if he was getting a Superman print t-shirt!? Well yeah, these were the kind of "huge" problems they were facing in their married life, God help!
He had stolen small pecks once or twice in between their silly arguments or teasing, but instead of being uncomfortable or angry, she was left disappointed when he just left with a slight brush. Her heart yearned when he did that which left her surprised at her own feelings.

They had just returned home from a party they weren't really willing to go to, but since it was a close friend's party he had to. Riddhima wore a simple pink heavy thread-work saree and looked like a pure angel. And today for some reason even she couldn't help but admire him as he looked undeniably handsome as he had decided to skip the blazer and was in a plain white shirt paired with rich grey trouser and a black tie.

Since the moment she had walked out of the room his heart was having a trouble to stay in place, his hands were itching to touch her and check if she was real, cuz she looked too beautiful to be true. But he was in a better place, at least he knew he had already lost his heart to the lady, but she was utterly disturbed by her heart's uneasiness. He was handsome, he had always been she knew, but today she felt butterflies in her stomach as she saw him. Though they had turned best of friends, but lately sitting anywhere near him made her nervous. Talking to him had become a task these days, especially when he stood close, words seemed to get lost in her throat. The way he had been looking at her all through the night made her weak in her knees. It was something about his gaze that her cheeks always heated up when he simply looked at her. And she had been trying to figure it out anyways but even though she did not know what was wrong with her heart, her breathing and her cheeks that they reacted to him every single time and it just felt right.

Along with all these confusing feelings, she was also upset now cuz he was supposed to leave in a while as he had a late night flight. He had let her know about it two days ago, that he was going to be away for a week or 2 for some conference. To add to it he wasn't on talking terms with her as she had denied him for ice cream last night. The guy had sore throat but he just wouldn't budge. He had even tried to sneak into the kitchen while she had fallen asleep but he was caught and dragged back to the room.
Riddhima had just finished packing the last minute stuff silently watching him talk over the phone. He had already freshened up and changed while she was still in the same attire but had just tied her hair up in a messy bun. Though she wanted to change, but he might have to leave soon and she did not want him to leave without meeting her so she decided to wait until he left. Armaan on the other hand had a hard time watching her still dressed in that saree looking sinfully beautiful.

Never ever in her life had she thought she was going to miss her husband! But with him everything had turned out so different. He wasn't anything like she had thought of, he understood her, gave her, her own space still cared about her, and she knew he was that person she could go to; for any damn thing in her life. Though he irritated her many times, kept teasing her for no reasons but she couldn't imagine her life without all that anymore.
The thought that he was simply going away leaving her all alone made her feel homesick. It was as if she did not know how to survive even a day away without him. Perturbed and confused with her feelings she was trying to just busy herself with something or the other, but she just couldn't find peace. Armaan on the other hand was too busy on his own preparations to leave to notice her dilemma and that irritated her further more so she made efforts to have his attention. She did not know why but he should at least be there just with her now that he was leaving for almost a week or God knows how long, he wasn't even sure!? Unnecessarily shirts were placed in front of him to choose, he was asked if he needed things like his wallet, handkerchief, towel and every other basic thing that she usually arranged for him every other day cuz obviously he would need them. But today she wanted to ask him; and ask him everything. Not that he actually was upset with her but he was at least putting up the pretence which she was disturbing. And she continued coming up to him for every single thing even when he received yet another call and he did not look quite happy.
"What... why are you telling me now? You know I won't be at office tomorrow Rashi."
It was just another 15 minutes when he would leave so she thought of quitting and just talking to him, but he just wouldn't cut the call. Riddhima tapped his shoulder but he just waived her off;
"And whose responsibility is it... Ab main apne kaam chodkar ye sab dekhne baithu? ..."
She almost started following him like a puppy so that he would at least react to her but that was just dampening her mood further as his P.A was already on the phone with some issues. But with an innocent need to just talk to him before he left she called him out once again but that did it;
"Well then talk to them, I don't care, by the time I get back I----"

"Armaan?"
He turned around totally annoyed now and his eyes blazed;
"Whaaat? What is the matter with you, have you lost it? Can't you see I am busy!?----"
His voice faltered as he realized he has just snapped at her venting out all his frustration on her. Well she basically was kind of coming in between the conversation but he knew he shouldn't have really shouted on her. Riddhima could see his face turn red with anger and she went mum. She knew he had temperament issues and she had seen his anger before but right now he looked furious. Maybe this was "The hot-headed Armaan Mallik" people spoke about.
"Umm... I --- I am sorry, I just---- Sorry."
He sighed as she left apologizing in a meek voice and he cursed himself;
"Rashi I am so going to see you in my cabin once I return. Now just hang up and dare you bother calling me again, unless it's something as important as someone dying!"
Cursing his stupid PA secretary he walked up to their room and he could see how upset she was.
"Riddhima I am sorry, these people na last minute ye sab ... Sorry!"

"It's okay Armaan aapke aur bhi jaroori calls honge, I won't bother you anymore."
Uhuh... that was not his Riddhima talking, she was definitely upset with a capital U.
"Aur vaise bhi aap mujhse baat karna bhi nahi chahte the. Jaiye don't waste your time on me!"
And for a minute there he thought he saw a thin layer of tears in her eyes. He hadn't seen her cry ever since her bidaai and so it definitely surprised her. Grabbing whatever first thing came to her hand she turned to go change but he held her wrist turning her around;
"Whoa whoa... where to ma----- Oh my God, were you by any chance going to cr----- *gasp* I am so sorry Riddhima, and no it's nothing like that."

"Armaan haath chodiye, aur main kyun rone lagi. Aap jaiye aur mujhe change karne jaana hai chodiye."

"Tum... Riddhima---- Some things were to be taken care of you know, aur tum jaan bujhkar mujhese sawaal kar rahi thi. I mean you chose ma clothes and stuff eevry day na, par aaj hi mujhse sab cheejein puch rahi ho achanak, and when you knew I was talking about something important. Itni saari cheejiein ek saath yaar---- Acha ye toh batao ki kuch keh rahi thi na tu----"

"Nahi---- kuch nahi kehna mujhe ab aapse, aap jaiye na. Mujhe irritate mat keejiye, vaise bhi main bohot thak gayi hu, vaise bhi main bohot thak gayi hu."

"Haan you should actually, kabse inhi kapdon mein ghum rahi ho. Tabhi kabhi se soch raha hu koi smell aa rahi hai... ab pata chala-----"
He knew she was really angry and she wouldn't speak up so he purposely teased her and rolled his tongue as her jaw dropped to the ground.
"Main? Main---- mujhe----- "
She threw the clothes on the chair and started smacking his chest, arms, shoulders wherever she had access to making him laugh harder;
"How dare you... Aap----, main chodungi nahi aapko. Pata nahi kya soch rahi thi, thanks for helping me out, now it's going to be easier to not miss you, ab main aapko bilkul miss nahi karungi!"
He frowned for a minute but suddenly let all his defenses fall as he realized what she had been thinking and probably what she was going to say. Seeing him not reacting even to her hard smacks she stopped to be pulled hard against his chest.
"Kya kaha tumne? Tum----- you were... tum ye kehne wali thi that you will miss m----"

"Ab nahi karungi, kaha na!"
She retorted back making him smile and pushed him to get away but he pulled her harder this time;
"Jhutii!"

"Armaan just go... I thought I would---- I mean it's the first time you are... and I... it's just, you are here with me every day, I am so used to you now, toh ajeeb lag raha hai. Pata nahi achanak bohot, bechaini-----"
She couldn't put it in sensible words, heck she did not even know what was it exactly that she felt and he was not only ignoring her but also had snapped back. How did he expect her to be all right then!? She was angry and now he did not need to know about anything she thought, he could just leave if he was that busy she decided.
"But... you---- you just go Armaan. Aap bohot busy hai so I shouldn't ----ughh----"
She gasped as he pulled her closer and this time his hand found her bare waist. Riddhima's hands rested against his chest while his hand went up and pulled the clip off her hair;
"Sabse pehli baat, inhe khule rehne do, mujhe aise hi pasand hai."

"Armaan mai----"
Her words came to an abrupt halt with a gasp as his hand light stroked her waist. He had never touched her the way he was at the moment and she felt shivers running down her spine.
"And no that wasn't important THAN you for me; nothing could be! I would have loved to know that you will miss me, kyunki main subah uthne par tumhe dekhna miss karunga, tumhare saath baithkar breakfast karna miss karunga, din bhar pareshaan karna miss karunga, I would have so many things to share par tum vaha nahi rahogi. But where am I gonna go, aaunga toh lautkar tumhare paas hi!"

His words had a soothing effect on her at the same time her insides churned and she had already drowned in his deep eyes. It felt good that he did not find it weird that she was going to miss him, or it would have turned so awkward;
"So...umm---- it's okay if we miss each other, bhale sirf 1-2hafton ki baat ho?"

Though his heart fluttered at her innocent worry he chuckled at her words;
"Even if it was 2 days or 2 hours, I would still miss you and so can you! Humara rishta chahe jo ho jaisa ho, tum biwi ho meri, hum dono ne ek dusre ke saath itna waqt gujara hai, aur aanewali poori zindagi gujarni hai... ek saath! It's nothing weird or awkward about missing each other, haan but the reasons are definitely going to make a difference."
The buzzing sound of his cell broke the spell and they knew it was time for him to go. He was about to take the call when her gaze dropped down and she looked quite upset;
"Umm... I guess you need to go."
Feeling heavy at heart she still let her hands away from his chest but he could not see her like that. Ignoring everything else for once he again reduced the distance between them and bent down taking her in a warm hug. Riddhima sensed his lips brush her earlobe and she automatically clutched his shirt hugging him tight. The damp kisses against her ear gave her goosebumps and it all felt so right that wanted to stay just like that in his arms forever when she heard him whisper;
"Riddhima I know why I am going to miss you, you need to find your reasons... Rudo!"
She frowned and pulled her head out with a frown;
"Why do you keep calling me that, I don't even know what that means and I am n------ !?"
Her mind whirled as he bent down cupped her cheek and cut her words covering her lips with his. It was something incredible about his touch that always made left her ecstatic yet calm, and made forgot the world around her. Feeling his hot lips her hands automatically clutched his arm, and sunk in the feeling while he slowly switched to her upper lips sucking and tasting them intensely but with a gentle touch. He stopped to look down to check if she was ok with it, and elation seeped through him as he found her already lost with her eyes closed with anticipation. The hard breathing heart and her tight clutch told him there was no objection so he bent in pulling her closer. His rolling tongue against her lip made her gasp, his hand moved up to her just opened hair and caressed them lightly leaving her weak in her knees. The light strokes against her lips intoxicated, feeling him so close felt divine and her shivering lips moved to respond but just then he decided to detach.
"I need to leave..."
Leaving her still intoxicated, he just placed a kiss against her forehead and zapped out like wind as if wanting to run away. She hated him when he did that, she hated him for leaving her vulnerable. A lone tear trickled down her cheek and she didn't even know why it was so hard to stay away from him just for a few days, when she had been all okay soon, leaving her family and friends when she got married. It wasn't difficult to leave the people she had known her entire life and adjust with a person she hardly knew, but she was so lost just because he was going to be away for a few days!? His words rang in her mind and she started thinking over them;

Riddhima I know why I am going to miss you, you need to find your reasons...
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The reasons were still unknown but there was no denial that he was someone she cannot live a day without. Life was dull, meaningless and empty without his presence. It felt so stupid as she cried hard for a good half hour after he had left, but her heart suddenly felt lighter when she received his message before he boarded the plane. The relation she had always dreaded had turned out to be the best.
He had called her almost every day and the effect just his voice had on her restless heart was surprising. They talked for hours on the call, just like always they shared everything they did for the day and went to bed only after wishing each other night. For the weekend she had gone out for shopping with her friends, she visited her house, engaged herself with some blog work and tried every other thing that she could but could not find the peace she felt when he was around. Whenever she missed her mother or friends after marriage and she had called them, it made her feel better and it was alright even if she did not meet them for a while then. But that was not the case with him, talking on the phone did reduce her uneasiness but she wanted to be with him and this sudden need to have him by her side was very frustrating. When she couldn't even sleep just because he wasn't beside her she knew she was definitely losing it. Something was terribly terribly wrong with her. And then a small question knocked her conscience; was this what they called LOVE?

Teri yaadon ke saaye mein
Guzregi ye zindagi
Us khuda ke..
Baad toh pooja hogi bas teri

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Her I am *michele style* :p
Okay so let me start with my comment now nahi to I'll just be talking non-stop!
Yaar first to I am really mad at you part itna chota hai! I am actually mad at u but phir itna Acha tha ki I can't even get mad properly! Aise hota hai kya...so either give me long parts or make it a lil bad so I can be mad with proper conviction!
But everything aside it was really sooo good! That scene where he enters the room on their first night and the entire thing that follows and the line u used "he thought she might just get a mini- heart attack " was like so *perfect * and I could imagine the whole scene so well and I was laughing and smiling and gushing over continuously!
And then of course the reception night when he passes her the glass of juice cuz she was tired and the way he holds her...hayyy *bas ur impressing me now :p*
Loved loved loved it! And now u better update fast before I get mad Hai! Common jaldi masi fast fast!

Yaar. Aur chahiye tha. Please jaldi update karna. This was so cute! I love!

After Ages I read anything from Your Side and I thought It was Me Who Is Inactive But yaha To Sab Gayab Hai aaj Kal.. Any ways Welcome Back... Loved It.. Simply ans Sweet..
Yaar You always Make Me to Fall For You Piece Of Work..
Waiting for another Part.. Hope Jaldi aaye.
Be Back Soon..

Originally posted by: DMGThings

Yaar. Aur chahiye tha. Please jaldi update karna. This was so cute! I love!

Aajkal comments chote honge haan, sorry. But exams and padhai. :(

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Baad Mai padh lena.. :p
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