Originally posted by: coderlady
It was so good they ran into such lovely people. Being stranded on the road is no fun. It worked out well and they had a nice evening.
It is absolutely not fun but ofc this is Armaan & Riddhima toh yeh toh hona hi tha!!
Junior hulk and teacher are back..I love drunk Ridhima.
M loving this š please don't stop writing
Just continue it
Junior hulk and teacher are back..I love drunk Ridhima.
Drunk Riddhima is the best <3
So glad you're enjoying :)
Chapter 137
"Finally!" Riddhima shrieked in joy as she ran down the beach, a stark contrast from just a few hours ago. Armaan trailed behind her, laughing at her enthusiasm. It had taken them a whole day, but they were finally by the sea, ready to enjoy Amalfi coast to the fullest.
That morning, Riddhima had woken with a giant hangover. Armaan had helped her with something to eat and drink after laughing himself silly over her predicament. After a shower and a power nap, Riddhima had felt better. She had insisted they go to the beach, and as always, Armaan was helpless against her, unable to ever deny her a thing. So, here they were.
"Let's sit here," Riddhima pointed at one of the less crowded spots. She spread the blanket on the sand and sat down on it. "Sunscreen first," she instructed Armaan. Pumping a generous amount onto her palm, she applied it to her arms and legs. She twisted her body, trying to apply it to her shoulders and back, but failed. Pouting, she turned to Armaan. "A little help?"
Armaan was only too happy to oblige. He sat behind Riddhima on the blanket. Taking some lotion on his hands, he massaged her shoulders, slowly trailing over her back. Riddhima sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers ghosted along her spine before finding the exposed crevices of her swimsuit, his fingers digging into her skin as he lathered them with the sunscreen. "Armaan," she breathed.
"Riddhima," Armaan whispered, nosing along her jaw and ear, stopping to bite her earlobe. Riddhima moaned at the contact. She turned to look at him and Armaan took advantage of the fact, quickly bringing their mouths together in a passionate kiss. His fingers snaked along her neck, pulling her in closer. Riddhima's hand ran up Armaan's back, finally settling in his hair, as always. She pulled his hair, making Armaan groan, his lips becoming more insistent against hers.
They only broke apart for need of air, their breaths leaving in pants. Riddhima rested her head on his chest, inhaling his scent. And promptly wrinkled her nose. "Tumne apna perfume change kiya?" She asked her husband.
Armaan looked confused for a second. "What?"
"Tumne aaj doosra perfume use kiya haina?" Riddhima pressed.
"Ummmm, haan," Armaan replied. "Tumhe kaise pata?"
"You smell different," Riddhima said. "Armaaaaaan. Kyun doosra perfume use kiya? Tumhe pata haina mujhe tunhaara regular wala hi pasand hai?"
"I know, baby. But woh hotel ke grooming kit mein tha and it smelled nice, toh maine try kar liya," Armaan defended himself. He took an exaggerated inhale, raising his armpits. "This also smells good. Is me bura kya hai?"
"Nahi, basā¦ Bura hai. It doesn't smell like you. Tum next time koi aur perfume use mat karna. Okay?" Riddhima demanded.
"Yes, ma'am," Armaan agreed. "As you wish."
Riddhima smiled, kissing his cheek as a reward. "Chalo, ab tum bhi jaldi se sunscreen laga lo phir hum paani mein chalte hain," Riddhima instructed him.
"Tum hi laga do," Armaan shrugged. "I feel lazy."
Chuckling, Riddhima agreed. Armaan promptly lost his shirt, making Riddhima stop for a moment. Her husband was extremely hot with his sculpted chest and chiseled abs. It seemed juvenile to describe him like he was the protagonist of a young adult romance novel, but that's just how it was. He was extremely sexy, and sometimes Riddhima wondered how she ever managed to snag someone like him. But then, she remembered the mouth attached to that body and realized there was no one else in the world who would put up with his bullshit. Shaking her head, she got to work.
She did the back first, generously massaging Armaan's shoulders and back. Then, she sat in between his legs and painstakingly slowly, rubbed the lotion on his chest and stomach. The entire time, Armaan sat there, not even breathing because he was afraid he'd keel and make a fool of himself. At some point, he closed his eyes, losing himself in the ministrations of Riddhima's very talented fingers. Belatedly, he realized he'd never known she was so good at massages. Something to talk about then. It was amazing how even after being together for years and spending practically every waking moment together, there were still things that they didn't know about each other.
"There. All done," Riddhima's voice brought him out of his thoughts. Armaan looked down at her and grinned. "Thank you, Basket!"
Once they were sufficiently prepared, Armaan stashed all their belongings in the bag before rushing to the water. They'd made sure not to carry anything valuable with them, even leaving their phones back at the hotel. When Riddhima had moaned about the lack of a camera, Armaan had assured her that they could buy one of those cheap one time use cameras wherever they wanted. Armaan had even made all their bookings for the day using the hotel's front desk so that he didn't have to carry a lot of money with him.
"Let's gooooooo!!" Riddhima shrieked, impatiently tugging Armaan towards the water. They ran into the sea, the clear blue water amazing them at its beauty.
"That feels so good," Armaan sighed as his feet touched the water.
"It does!" Riddhima agreed, stepping in the water as well. She slowly waded her way a little deeper, loving the feel of the water on her legs. She was enjoying herself, connecting with the sea, when she felt water being splashed at her. She turned and sure enough, Armaan was grinning down at her like a Cheshire cat.
"Armaaaaaaan!!" Riddhima screamed. "Bohot ho gaya tumhaara!" Saying so, she also splashed him with water. Armaan trudged towards her and hauled her up in his arms, dunking her into the water full force.
"I hate you!" Riddhima spluttered when she managed to surface above the water again, completely drenched. Armaan let out a belly laugh at her appearance. Riddhima's arms worked overtime to hit Armaan anywhere they could reach, which only made him laugh harder. "You're the worst!"
Armaan used the leverage of Riddhima's arms to pull her close to him, hugging her tight. "I'm sorry," he laughed. "But main kya karu? Tumhe pata haina main tumhe irritate karne ka koi mauka nahi chod sakta!"
After mucking around in the water for a bit, Armaan took Riddhima a little away from the beach, over to the rocks, which were relatively empty. "Armaan, hum yahaan kyu aaye hain?" Riddhima asked.
"Let's jump!" Armaan cried excitedly.
"What?!" Riddhima shrieked.
"Let's jump into the water from here," Armaan gestured to the low cliff. As he said this, a girl did exactly that, as if illustrating Armaan's point.
"No way!" Riddhima declared.
"Come on, Basket!" Armaan tried to persuade her. "Kitna mazaa aayega."
"Armaan, mujhe itni jaldi marne ka shauk nahi hai," Riddhima told him. "Waise toh tumhe bhi nahi karna chahiye, lekin mujhe pata hai ki tum maanoge nahiā¦ Toh tum hi karo yeh sab. Main nahi kar rahi."
"Pch, don't be a spoiltsport!" Armaan whined. "It's safe, Basket. Dekho, aur log bhi toh kar rahe hai. Plus, yahaan heigh bhi zyada nahi hai. It'll be like using a diving board. Aur kuch nahi."
"Tumhe pata hai ki neeche paani deep hai ya nahi?" Riddhima questioned. "Agar nahi hua aur humein lag gayi toh?"
"Baby, kuch nahi hota. Tum bekaar itni tension leti ho. Agar aisa hota toh itne log thodi karte," Armaan pleaded. Riddhima did not want to admit it, but he had a point. At least 3 people had dived in the time they had been talking.
"Armaanā¦" Riddhima sighed reluctantly.
"Fine," Armaan mumbled. "Main force nahi karunga. Butā¦ Just think. Tum watersports karne se pehle bhi toh kitna darr rahi thi, but phir tumhe kitna mazaa aaya tha. Yeh bhi try toh karo!"
Armaan's words gave Riddhima a pause. He was right. She had been so reluctant to try any watersports when they'd gone to Goa, but then had ended up loving it so much that she'd done them repeatedly while they were on vacation. Maybe this would be the same. Maybe she'd end up loving this too. And even if she didn't, she'd never know if she didn't try. Armaan could always talk her into this kind of stuff, she realized. Maybe it was because she trusted him so much and always felt safe when he was around. She didn't know exactly, but the fact was that, in his company, she did things she'd never dreamed of otherwise.
"Fine," she agreed. "You're right. Let's try."
"That's my girl!" Armaan cheered, pulling her into a hard kiss. "You'll have fun," he promised. "Let's do it!"
They walked to the edge of the cliff and Armaan took Riddhima's hand in his own. "On three?" He asked. Riddhima nodded.
"One, two, three!" And the two of them jumped. For a moment, Riddhima felt that she had died. In the next, she was deep in the water, struggling to breathe. When she managed to swim back up, she shuddered. "Armaan?" She called out, when she didn't see him anywhere. She looked around to make sure she hadn't missed him, but he wasn't there. "Armaan? Kahaan ho?" She tried again. "Armaan! This is not funny! Kahaan ho?"
In the next moment, a pair of arms wrapped around her, making her shriek in fear. "AAAHHHH!"
"Basket! It's me!! Main hoon. BASKETTTTT!" Armaan cried out, trying to calm her down. She finally stopped screaming. "It's okay, Baby. Relax. Main hoon."
"Idiot!" Riddhima declared, whacking his chest, once she'd caught her breath. "Koi aisa karta hai kya hai? Dimaag hi nahi hai. Thoda toh sochna chahiye na? Bas aisi stupid harkatein karte rehte ho har waqt. Kuch aur soojhta hi nahi hai tumhe. This wasn't funny, Armaan. Pata hai main kitna darr gayi thi. Agar kuch ho ā"
Her rant was cut off mid-sentence when Armaan pressed his lips to hers in a kiss. He tugged her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. Riddhima resisted for a moment, but then gave in, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
"Kitna baat karti ho tum!" Armaan mumbled breathlessly once he'd pulled away. "Koi itna baat kaise kar sakta hai?"
Riddhima rolled her eyes at him. "Tumse toh kam hi baat karti hoon main!"
Armaan scoffed. "Don't be silly, Basket. Main tumse zyada baat nahi karta."
"Tum karte ho. Aur at least, main sensible baatein toh karti hoon. Tum toh poora time bakwaas hi karte rehte ho," Riddhima told him.
"Bakwaas? Main bakwaas karta hoon?" Armaan asked her.
"Haan, aur kya!" Riddhima replied. "Kitni zyada bakwaas karte ho tum, tumhe koi idea bhi hai?"
"Apparently not," Armaan said. "Batao zara, main kya bakwaas karta hoon."
"Ab list itni lambi hai ki maine start kiya toh hum raat bhar yahin reh jaayenge," Riddhima teased. "Toh kisi aur din karenge yeh discussion."
Armaan snorted. "Whatever. Koi bakwaas hai hi nahi toh tum bataogi kya?"
Riddhima laughed. "Okay, baby. If you say so."
They lounged in the water for a while, playing and having fun. It might've been hours after which they finally decided to step out, prompted by their grumbling stomachs. Riddhima insisted on sitting in the first beach cafe they found after drying themselves, and so, that's where they went to eat. The food was great, though neither of them were surprised. Riddhima was beginning to suspect there was no such thing as a bad restaurant on the Amalfi Coast. Every place they'd visited in the past couple of days had had delicious food, be it a post restaurant or a beach shack.
After eating their fill, they went back to the hotel. "Yeh bed itna comfortable kaise hai?" Riddhima wondered, pressing herself into the mattress of their bed. "Should we get this for home?" Armaan asked, slipping in beside her.
Riddhima laughed, shaking her head. "Tum poora Amalfi leke chalo humaare saath ghar," she joked, getting comfortable in his arms.
"If you wish," Armaan replied, completely serious.
"Stop being so cheesy all the time!" Riddhima exclaimed.
"Neverrrrr," Armaan told her, laughing.
They ended up falling asleep, putting a wrench in their plans of going exploring in the afternoon, not that either of them would have an issue. Even before arriving in Italy, they had both decided that this would be a true vacation. They would not have a strict schedule and neither would they fill their days with endless activities. They would eat and sleep when they wanted to. They'd stay in bed for as long as they liked, despite whatever plans they made. If that meant having to let go of some things, that was okay.
The last few months had been extremely hectic for both of them. Between the renovation of their house, studying for exams, pulling in long shifts at the hotel, they had also somehow managed to pull off getting married. Sure, they hadn't done as much work as their friends in putting the whole thing together, but it had definitely taken more of an emotional toll on both of them. Plus, they'd always been there for the more important decision making aspects of the wedding and had gone on a billion shopping trips to make sure everything was perfect for the big day. After all this, they wanted to relax more than they wanted to see Europe.
"Mmmm," Riddhima hummed, slowly waking up to fingers running across her face.
"Hi," Armaan whispered softly, peppering kisses across her eyes, cheeks, and ears. "Wake up, Basket."
"Hi," Riddhima mumbled, snuggling close to Armaan.
"There's my beautiful girl," Armaan smiled when Riddhima finally opened her eyes. Riddhima grinned, pulling him into a kiss.
"Time for dinner," Armaan muttered across her lips.
"We just ate," Riddhima protested.
"We ate hours ago," Armaan informed. Riddhima looked around to see that it was dark. They'd been sleeping for hours, she realized.
"Hum kitne time tak so rahe the?" She asked.
"3-4 ghante toh ho gaye," Armaan replied. "We definitely needed it."
"Uh, yeah," Riddhima agreed. "I feel much better now."
"Good," Armaan stated. "Abhi thoda waqt hai, so I thought we could do a bubble bath. Aur phir dinner pe chalte hain."
Riddhima laughed. "Armaan, tumne mujhe isliye uthaya kyunki tumhe bathtub mein company chahiye?"
"Haan toh?" Armaan challenged. "Isme kya problem hai?"
"No problem," Riddhima replied. "You're just too cute, baby."
"I'll show you cute!" Armaan cried, pulling her into his arms and throwing her over his shoulder. Riddhima only laughed harder at being thrown around like that.
Armaan had already gotten the bath ready with bubbles. He'd put on some music and two glasses of wine were placed on the side of the tub. Riddhima shimmied out of her clothes and went inside first, Armaan sliding in behind her so that she was sat between his legs. They stayed in the bath for a while, exchanging soft kisses and getting a little tipsy with the wine. This trip was definitely helping Riddhima build her alcohol tolerance.
Later, Armaan advised Riddhima to dress for a proper night out in town. She decided to wear a red dress that she'd bought on one of her many shopping trips with Anjali. It wasn't something she'd usually wear, a little more risque than she was strictly comfortable with, but she'd fallen in love the moment she'd seen it on display. Anjali had encouraged her to buy it and she'd given in. Armaan didn't know about the dress yet, and she was sure he'd lose his mind when he saw her wearing it.
Excited, she decked up. She applied lotion on every part of her body and then slipped the dress on. She went for a heavier makeup look for the night, generously applying some blush before doing a winged eyeliner and even adding some eyeshadow for fun. She went for a dark red shade of lipstick. Finally, she completed her look with the pendant Armaan had gotten her and paired it with dangling, silver earrings that she loved. She opted for heels for the first time since getting on the plane to Naples.
Anjali had been absolutely right. She felt so sexy just wearing the dress. She felt confident in her skin. More than anything, she felt worthy of being on Armaan's arm. Logically, she knew that beauty standards for women were next to unattainable, that they needed to be thin and tall and exotic and cute and sexy and pretty, somehow all at the same time to be considered beautiful. She also knew that in Armaan's eyes, she was gorgeous. He never missed an opportunity to tell her that, even when she knew she looked ghastly in her bedhead and ratty pajamas.
Despite knowing all this, there were many times when she felt that people pictured someone insanely sexy as Armaan's partner, handsome as he was. Whenever they went out, people would whisper about it, thinking she didn't hear, but she did. Everytime. She never let such things affect her because she knew Armaan loved her and he wouldn't dump her over something like this. But, there was always that niggling in her mind that when people saw the two of them together, they didn't think they were a couple. It was childish and petty to think so much about strangers and what they thought, but she did, for some bizarre reason. So, it made her feel especially smug that she looked so darned good.
She opened the door to the bedroom, stepping into the small living room that they had in the suite, ready to wow Armaan, but had her breath knocked out of her when she saw Armaan standing there in a suit. He was dressed in a blue blazer with jeans and a tee-shirt that he had tried to make more formal with his waistcoat and funky tie. He looked extremely good. She was so mesmerized by him, she didn't even register how he let out a whistle when he saw her.
"Wow, Basket!" He exclaimed, gathering her in his arms, finally pulling her out of her musings. "Dinner ka plan cancel karde kya? Waise bhi, kya hi zaroorat hai humein kahin jaane ki? Room service sounds best!"
Riddhima giggled. "Noooo. Main itna tayyaar room mein baithne nahi huyi hoon!! You promised me a night in town. So, we have to go!"
Armaan pouted at that. "Tum apne eklaute husband ke liye itna bhi nahi kar sakti?"
"Armaan, husband eklauta hi hota hai," Riddhima chided.
"That's not necessary," Armaan protested. "Agar tumhaara divorce hua hota toh? Phir main tumhaara eklauta husband nahi hota na!"
"Tum phir bhi mere eklaute husband hi hote," Riddhima explained. "Kyunki divorce ke baad mera ex-husband mera husband nahi hota na. Ek time pe sirf ek hi husband ho sakta hai toh woh eklauta hi hoga na!"
"What?????" Armaan asked, absolutely confused.
"What what?" Riddhima parroted.
"Tum kya bol rahi ho mere kuch samajh nahi aaya. Kitni bakwaas karti ho, Basket. Phir mujhse kehti ho ki main bakwaas karta hoon!" Armaan complained.
"Start toh tumne kiya na!" Riddhima pointed out.
"Maine kya start kiya? I didn't do anything. Tum bin matlab har cheez mein mujhe blame kar deti ho!" Armaan accused. "Ab woh chodoā¦ Humaari bak-bak toh chalti rahegi. Let's go eat! Mujhe bhook lag rahi hai."
Riddhima agreed and off they went. Armaan had made reservations at a posh, upscale restaurant for the night. It was supposedly listed as one of the most happening places in Positano, and Armaan insisted they absolutely had to try it out. It was a good thing that they had reservations, because Riddhima could see that the waiting area was completely full when they got there. Thanks to the efficient staff, they were promptly shown their table. Armaan pulled a chair for Riddhima and helped her sit. Then, in a move that was becoming familiar, shifted his chair to sit next to her instead of across from her. Riddhima smiled. She loved that Armaan felt that he needed to be within touching distance from her at all times.
For an authentic experience, they'd decided to go with the chef's special surprise menu for the night, where they wouldn't be choosing their food, but would eat what the chef served. Neither of them had ever done something like that, and it was equal parts thrilling and worrisome, which made the experience even better.
"What do you think? Should we have gone with the traditional menu?" It was surprisingly Armaan who voiced this question out loud.
Riddhima looked at him, absolutely dumbstruck. It was no secret that of the two of them, it was Armaan who had the adventurous streak. He was always up for trying something new. His attitude towards learning and educating himself, of always being ready to step out of his comfort zone to gain a new experience was what inspired Riddhima to do the same. It inspired her to dress in clothes other than a salwar kameez, to try water sports, to finally get that tattoo that she'd wanted for years but had always been afraid to. She'd thought that he'd be extremely excited about this. "Where's your sense of adventure?" She mocked him, using the same words that he'd used on her countless times before.
"Line chor," Armaan accused. "Meri line mujhi pe maari?"
Riddhima shrugged. "But seriously. Kya hua? Mujhe laga tum excited hoge yeh karne."
"Haanā¦ Maybe. But what if we don't like the food?" Armaan wondered.
"Toh hum kuch aur order kar lengeā¦ Ya kisi aur restaurant mein khaane chale jaayenge. Itna mat socho, baby," Riddhima advised. "This is supposed to be the funnest trip ever! With no rules! Aur tum itni si baat ko leke tension mein aa gaye?"
"You're right," Armaan conceded. "We have options. Aise faltu baat pe tension nahi lena chahiye."
Truth was, he was worried more for Riddhima. She was an even pickier eater than him, which he honestly had thought was not possible, but it somehow was. She would eat all kinds of food, but when it came to how the food was cooked, she could be very choosy. Like how she loved paneer, but would not touch it if it was fried, or how she could eat chicken for every meal, but had to leave the room if it was smoked.
He'd been noticing though, that she was also making an extra effort to try new things this time round. She had let Armaan order food for her more than once on this trip, and she had eaten everything with minimal complaint, which was a feat in itself. Even after so many years, Riddhima didn't trust Armaan with her order, unless it was a regular or repetitive order that she knew Armaan knew. If they ever went to a new restaurant, she would take a while to study the menu before deciding on a dish. Staking her dinner to the chef's whimsy, who knew nothing about her would be high up on Riddhima's list of things-to-never-do, and yet, she had been the one to suggest they try it out. His Basket never ceased to amaze him.
And anyway, turns out he was worried for nothing because the food was absolutely delicious. Right from the appetizer to the dessert, every single dish was a work of art. Both him and Riddhima ate the meal with gusto, humming appreciatively at every bite. "This is so good," Riddhima mumbled around a mouthful of gelato. "I want to eat this forever."
Armaan agreed. They should have access to such amazing dessert every single day for the rest of their lives. "So, so, so good!"
They ended up having multiple servings of the dessert, stopping only when they were physically unable to eat more, lest they get sick. "Should we go for a walk?" Armaan asked. "Aaj thoda zyada hi dessert ho gaya. We should burn those calories."
Riddhima wound her arm around his in reply. Armaan smiled, pulling her along the pavement. The island was so different at night than it was during the day. It was quieter, but not eerily so. People definitely had an early start to their night, for most of the shops were closed. It was only the restaurants and nightclubs which seemed to be open. With the roads abandoned, the city gleamed in the moonlight. Armaan stopped at a crossroads. Riddhima looked at him questioningly. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone and put some music on. "Let's dance," he told Riddhima, one of his arms winding around her waist while the other held her hand in his. He started swaying softly in time with the beats of the song, Riddhima following suit. There, on the streets of Italy, bathed in moonlight, the two of them danced the night away, lost in their own world, where no one else mattered to them except each other.
Being drunk, trying new dishes, doing things you don't normally do. Its good to see them having a blast.
These 2 are having time of their lives
Mujhe bhi ghumne Jana haiš
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