Longest hours-Armaan Riddhima OS - Page 17

I sat on the couch dressed in all black with a matching pendant and earrings. My dark brown hair tied in a bun and lots of makeup done by professionals. And even though my feet hurts in 6inch heels yet, I haven't removed them. ""Armaan like this way"" I reminded myself. It was 9 and we were supposed to be in charity event but Armaan haven't showed up yet. I hope he haven't left me all dressed for the event like last time when his excused was that he forgot.
My eyes were constantly on the clock. The time was moving at the snail pace, my throat was dry and I wanted to have some water but my legs were sore and I wasn't in mood to walk with hurt feets.
""9:30"" I murmured the time. My eyes were on door now.
Getting little restless I walked towards the door ignoring the pain in my legs. I was searching for his car from the window, finger crossed. Only if his mobile network was reachable. My heart starts beating faster with all the negative thoughts I was suddenly having. ""I hope sab kuch thik ho"" I can't stop myself from thinking about all the bad possibility.
The clock shows 10 and Armaan still wasn't at home. I dialed Gloria's number, unreachable. My eyes start filling with tears. I removed my heels, the pain was unbearable now. I least care about my looks right now, I know I was at mess. My mascara would be ruined and hair must be at mess but all I could think about was Armaan, he said he would be home till 8 and now the clock shows 10:15. I started pacing near the door, murmuring ""everything will be fine"" to console myself. I tried to call Armaan again, but it was hopeless. I dialed Gloria's number again, this time it rang but Gloria didn't answered it. My nervousness increased. ""Maybe Gloria is with Armaan"", I thought. Gloria is Armaan's mother. When Armaan turned 20, his parents got divorced and he moved to Goreme with his mother. He lived in Mumbai before moving to Turkey. He was my senior in graduation, I had a huge crush on him. Obsession actually. But he always ignored me, he is still ignoring me even after 3 years of our marriage.

I walked back to the couch, my stomach started hurting, I sat holding my stomach and pressing it hard. Funny I thought it would ease the pain. I looked at the clock, 11. My heart beat increase higher. ""Armaan was supposed to be here 3 hours ago."" I said to myself.
I closed my eyes, trying to think about something positive. But my mind was occupied with Armaan. I remembered the first time I saw him. He was a reserved, loner type person. He is still a reserved person. He always used sit in cafeteria in free periods with a cup of coffee and a book. I always admire him, but he never noticed that. He still doesn't notice me. I was so obsessed with him, that I started following him, noticing his each and every actions, his style, his movement. I end up falling in love with him.
On one fine evening, I remember Armaan walking in the campus garden, I of course had to follow him. Which annoyed him. He walked to some corner to avoid me but I followed him there too. I shouldn't have, I regret that now, we reached an isolated place. We had a argument there, that was pretty normal he always used to fight with me. I wish he would still fight with me. Now all we have is silence.
But that evening our argument got a little bit over and then he kissed. I touched my lips involuntarily, remembering the time when his lips were on mine, that was the first time he touched me and probably the last time too. I didn't wanna think about that, I again went back to the time when
I used to irritate Armaan, seduce him, flirt with him. I was extremely obsess with him. I am still obsess with him, only now I am I don't irritate, seduce or flirt with him. Ironic, now that I have a ''RIGHT'' to do all, I sit here wait for him. I try my best to be be his perfect wife, I am still trying to be his perfect wife but nothing impress him. Maybe he hates me-for the time when I followed him, when I argued with him, when he kissed me. When the professor saw us kissing, when everyone talked about my character, when dad offered Armaan to marry me on return of forgiving his father's debt. Maybe he hates me for everything I did to him.
My thoughts broke when Rahul called me. Rahul greet me with tons of questions as soon as I answered his call.
""Where are you guys? Why you haven't reached yet? Do you know the auction has already started? When will you guys reach here?""
""Rahul..."" I had to cut him. ""Armaan...He isn't home yet."" My voice depicts the fear I was in.
""Did you try Gloria?"" He asked, he sounded concern. ""Yes"" a small voice came out of my mouth ""Try Anjali. He came with her last time, when you were sick.""
Anjali? The name seems foreign to me. Armaan attended last event with her? The thought was killing me. Did he lied about me being sick while I waited for him at home. My head started spinning. Is Armaan having an affair? Does he love her? No, he can't do this to me. He can't cheat on me. Maybe he doesn't love me but can't cheat...
""Riddhima"" I heard Rahul on other side but before I could replied the door bell rang and I forgot everything about Rahul running to open the door.
The sight before me wasn't pleasing. I was shocked. Armaan stood there with Gloria and there was a boy in his arms.
""Ona bir ey syleme"" Armaan said something to Gloria. His voice was in monotonous.
""Ama o bilmesi gerekiyor"" Gloria replied to him, I hate when they speak in their language. They know I don't understand Turkey, they know I hate it but they never care.
""Onunla konumak olacaktr"" Armaan said
""Speak in English"" I tried to order but my voice was breaking. I know they won't listen me but I tried, in hope that Gloria would understand but she didn't, she doesn't understand my condition, the fact that my husband is having a relation with Anjali. Maybe the boy he is caring is his illegal son. I didn't want to thought about that, but I have no control over my mind
""Bana ocuk ver ve odanza onunla konumak"" Gloria took the child in her hand and walked in a room.
""Armaan"" I called him as he started to walk.
""I can explain"" he said while walking to his room. Was he expecting me to follow him? Did he really thinks I will forgive him for everything is did to me? I stand there in disbelief. How can he be relaxed after everything.
I ran to a guest room upstairs ""Riddhima"" I heard Armaan calling me loudly but I wasn't concerned about it, I just want to hid, want to leave everything and go away. Away from the betrayal, pain, suffocation. Away from Armaan.
I threw myself on the bed. And started crying, crying on my fate. I don't know for how long I cried there but I looked to the door when I heard someone locking it. It was Armaan, he closed the door and walked towards the window insisted of coming to me.
""It kills me Riddhima"" Armaan comment made me looked at him. He sound so serious, so sad.
""I don't know either you know that or not. But it pains to see you crying"" his voice still have no emotions.
""Krish is not my child"" I was shocked, he understands my thoughts. He actually read my mind. It was something Armaan had never done in last 3 years. I sat on the bed, surprised and tensed.
""He is Atul and Anjali's son"" he continued to answer my unasked question. ""Anjali was my best friend in Mumbai. I meet her after 7 years in last month's charity event. She moves to London after marriage"" Armaan turned and looked at me, he had tears in his eyes. I had never seen him crying before. His nose turned red like his eyes and he had the palest skin. ""Armaan...I am sorry"" I think I owe him an apology, I shouldn't have doubted on him. ""No Riddhima, I am sorry for everything, for the pain, ignorance, for avoidance. ...I was scared..."" Armaan's voice broke. He turned his face back to the window. Maybe he doesn't want me to see him crying, he always had an ego problem. I walked to him, maybe I was guilty for accusing him. My knees gets weaker as I get closer to him but somehow I was able to keep my balance. My hands were shaking as I wrap them around his waist, I had never touched him before. It felt so good, placing my head on his back, I could feel the warmth of his body, his fragrance was dazzling. ""It's, it was my fault. My family forced you for this marriage""I reminded him the bitter truth. ""I got call from Anjali, it must be evening, she told me that Atul meet with an accident"" Armaan didn't want to talk about the facts I was stating.
The information broke my heart but I remain silent. I wanted him to speak, to let out of all the frustration, sadness he was having. ""I was so scared, the accident was serious. She wanted me to take Krish to our home."" Armaan clarified himself.
If his concern, his behavior was what I thought was surprising, his next action left me in disbelief, when he turn around and take me into a hug. I thought I am dreaming, this all is just a good dream that will end once I woke up, I hope I never wake up. His breathtaking hug made me realize how frightened he was. I hugged back. ""I don't wanna lose you, don't wanna you"" he kept chanting that.
""Armaan"" I tried to clam him. ""I don't wanna lose you"" he came out of the hug and stare in my eyes, his cold blue seems to burn me. His gaze was so strong that my knees gets weaker. I can't help but to shiver. ""You are beautiful"" his comment made me blush. Maybe he has started developing some feelings for me. ""Just like the first time I saw you, in blue track suit, walking in campus's park with kelvin and Ayesha. Beautiful like the time when you used to sit in cafeteria pretending to read something and secretly checking me out. Beautiful like the time when you used to purposely fall on me, beautiful like the time when you used to admire me from the class Window...you just keep getting beautiful"" his words surprised me, he had always noticed me, he just pretended to ignore me. ""Magar Armaan.."" I think he owe me an explanation
""Janta hun. I was scared Riddhima, I thought its just a stupid crush you had which you will get over with, just like my parent's love. I thought maybe ignoring you, avoiding you will bring you closer to me...so close that you will never leave me...And when you realize that you don't love me, that I am not worthy enough, it will too late and you have to be with me . forever""
""Is liye tum mujhe last charity event meh nahi legaye the"" I suddenly remembered Rahul's word and since he is telling me everything, I think it might be my only chance to know.
""Meh ghar ata is se phele mujhe Anjali mili...she said she will be attending the event and before we could decide Atul decided we all will go together. I didn't want her to meet you, she had perfect family. A loving husband, a child. Everything I didn't gave you. I was insecure, I thought maybe you will leave after you came to realize how miserable I made your life...so I lied, I said you're sick and..."" he didn't have to complete. How insecure he is, how can he even think of me leaving him. ""Armaan..Please asa kabhi nahi sochna..I will never leave you. NEVER."" Our eyes meet again, ""I promise"" I whispered
""I love you Riddhima"" Armaan sudden confession made me blush, surprise,happy. I don't even know how I was feeling. My breath was getting faster. ""Armaan"" I don't know what to say,
""I really really love you, I don't know how, I don't when. I just love you."" Armaan genuine confession made my eyes watery. I was crying, ""I love you too"" I never knew confessing love is so hard. My voice was breaking in between. My cheeks gets red and I was shivering. ""I know"" he murmured. Getting close to my lips, he almost kissed me. ""I wanna make love to you"" He whispered in my ears with his husky voice. I think I could die of shyness, and he was enjoying it. ""Armaan"" I hit him on his chest
""Please..."" his request made me blush harder.
I nodded shyly. ""I love you""I can never get enough of that.
He pick me up to his arms carrying to the bed.